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trying to make a serious post about my formula 1 dr is so hard because this shit is so unserious 99% of the time. all i do is scooter races against liam around the paddock and sing on team radio

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max & stiorra whatsapp messages core 🎀

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me running from the track after crashing the redbull car so christian horner can't replace me

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explain to me why i can make a perfect omelette every time but i cant boil eggs right.

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take a guess who was my date was ☺️

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soooo outer banks dr where i’m the most southern belle sorority sister love shack fancy lily pulitzer girl ever…..

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Life so private nobody knows I shift realities

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me and mattheo. not elaborating this is just us

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things in my walking dead dr that just make sense 🏚️

joel miller exists and he is litro my dad. and the two of us literally go feral for coffee. he drinks it black (LOSER ALERT), i take mine with expired splenda packets and cinnamon like a true baddie 🙂‍↕️

covid happened a few years pre-outbreak and i lost my smell lol. so i can't smell walkers or daryl's bo. hooray!

mad libs is the hot new trend in the group. abraham uses some variation of "fart" for everything. noun? fart. adjective? farty. person? eugene mcfarterson.

i carry a bottle of hot sauce in my backpack AT ALL TIMES.

i have a pet horse who i love dearly. her name is bonnie. she is no longer with us in the physical realm but she is with me in spirit 💔

when the outbreak happened i became a minor (major...) klepto and stole a bunch of good quality hiking gear. not because i knew what i was looking for but because i wouldn't wear anything ugly

i lied that i got my driver's license so joel would let me drive, but really i failed my test because i had "unnecessary amounts of road rage." but there's no traffic when everyone is dead so there's no one for me to rage at!

i sleep in a hammock up in the trees every night. it's more comfortable than you'd think and i've only fallen twice 😊

i keep my nails long and in a sharp almond shape. stylish and can save me from harm in a pinch!

i wear sundresses when it's warm. impractical? maybe, but at least it flows gracefully as i run from walkers

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i miss him so bad he literally sees into my soul he knows every inch of my being

why must he be in another reality so far away

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Warning ᝰ.ᐟ: The name Mahoutokoro has been changed to a most fitting name that is worthy for such an amazing ancient magical school, furthermore this lore doesn't belong to me, thus proper credit is a must. (I'll put the reference at the end of this and their names also.)

Have you ever wondered where magic begins in the East…not with wands, but with wind, stars, and the sea? Or have you ever wondered how a girl born to be a pawn became the mother of magic in a changing world?

Let me tell you about the story of how Kamikura (神蔵) was made.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞 ؛ ଓ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒏𝒐-𝒏𝒐-𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒂: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

In the year 645, on the shores of Lake Biwa, a princess named Uno-no-sarara was born. They said her name meant "she who pleases the eye," but she preferred to be called just Uno.

Born into royalty, her life was mapped out before she could speak. She was taught poems and politics, grace and obedience but never freedom. Like her sisters, she was destined to be married off for power, a symbol more than a soul.

At seventeen, she was wed to Prince Oama, younger brother of the Emperor. He was much older, and though she resented the match, she soon realized something; he too was trapped, just as much a pawn as she was. Over time, they became companions in quiet rebellion, bound by duty but softened by mutual understanding.

Their son, Kusakabe, was her joy. Bright, curious, and full of questions. He loved the world more than he loved the court. Uno vowed he would never be trapped as she had been. When he nearly drowned in the lake as a boy, Uno who’d never been taught to swim, threw herself in after him. It was the first of many rules she broke for love.

Uno knew the truth about the world of magic. Her husband was one of the gifted, part of a hidden war between those who believed magic was divine and those who feared it challenged the Emperor’s heavenly bloodline. Magic was dangerous politically, spiritually, and Uno knew her son had it too.

She taught Kusakabe to hide it. But as his powers grew, hiding wasn’t enough.

Then came Kakinomoto, a young poet who saw through the mask. He revealed his own magic and offered to teach the boy in secret. Uno accepted, terrified but determined to protect her son. For years, they lived like this: secret lessons, hidden talents, and a child who only wanted to understand the world.

Then the war came.

The Emperor died, and Oama rose to power. Uno became Empress. And with victory came change with new faces, new loyalties, and a court that didn’t feel like home anymore. Uno remained silent about her son’s powers. Oama never asked.

Kusakabe grew older. He was named Crown Prince, but his heart belonged to the stars, to books, to questions, not ceremony. Uno saw herself in him. She knew he wasn’t meant for the throne, but she let him dream while he still could.

Then, Oama fell ill...struck by a magical sickness no one could cure. In his final days, he let Uno sit beside him, read to him, sing to him. When she finally confessed the truth about their son, the Emperor smiled.

“I knew,” he whispered. “The day he was born. But it was never his path. It was yours.”

And just like that, Uno the quiet, clever girl who had once only been a pawn awoke one morning and became Tennō, the Heavenly Sovereign.

Not by blood...

Not by ambition...

But by choice, and by destiny...

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ؛ ଓ

After the death of her husband, Empress Jitō took the throne not for herself, but in place of their son, Kusakabe. Her husband had foreseen this in a vision, just as he had known magic ran in both his and their son's blood.

Kusakabe, however, had never cared for thrones or titles. He disliked rules and ceremonies, especially how the court’s magic-practitioners tried to teach power like it was something rigid and sacred. He believed magic was meant to be felt, like a poem or a breeze...wild, flowing, and free.

While his mother ruled the empire with grace and strength, Kusakabe left court behind. With Kakinomoto no Hitomaro, his teacher and the Empress’ trusted poet. He wandered the lands, learning magic from the mountains and rivers, from stories and stars.

When Kakinomoto returned with tales of Kusakabe’s newest dream which was a school dedicated to learning, not politics, Jitō didn’t dismiss it. She knew the spark in her son’s eyes. She’d spent her life protecting it.

She had her heirs. Her grandchildren were strong and healthy. Kusakabe had done his duty to the bloodline. Now, she would not force him to be something he wasn’t. She would let him follow his path.

But fate is cruel...

The next time Kakinomoto returned, he came with Kusakabe’s horse, his favorite scroll… and his body.

He was gone...

Jitō was shattered. The brightness of her world dimmed. She sang lullabies to her grandchildren and listened numbly to Kakinomoto’s pleas to honor Kusakabe’s dream but her heart had gone quiet.

Time passed. Seasons changed. One year, then another.

Her grandson, Karu, grew into a kind and gentle young man. He reminded her of his father, but there was no magic in him. No spark like Kusakabe’s. The flame had died with her only child.

Eventually, Jitō stepped down. Karu was named Emperor. She watched from afar, her duty fulfilled.

She retreated to a monastery high in the mountains, where the silence healed her slowly. She took up writing again, finding comfort in poetry and ink.

Then, one spring day, Kakinomoto arrived. His eyes alight with a familiar fire.

"I had found it," he said. "The place."

The place Kusakabe had dreamed of.

Jitō looked at the poet, still carrying her own grief, now mixed with hope. She thought of her son and the path he had never walked. And she made a decision.

“Show me.”

And so, in the year 701 AD, the school was founded.

Kamikura, the school born of dreams, magic, and memory.

I'll end this here as this is the history and lore of my dr. A huge huge thank you and credits to the creators of the lore! (ദ്ദി˙ᗜ˙)

𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎.

Reference: https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=18040

By the way, Kamikura (神蔵) means “Divine Storehouse” or “Sanctuary of the Gods”

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pajamas. breakfast. balcony. view.

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stick to telling yourself you have what you want. that's all. nothing else to do because you have it already. nope idc. it's yours now and it has always been.

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the summer camp dr calls i must answer

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throwback to when lando broke my thumb during a thumb war after i qualified pole position and i couldn’t race 😊

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me and my s/o :3

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the durmstrang dr motivation is coming back 😈