#dr intro

[deminetly]

𓏵 EVERYTHING FOR MAKING A NEW DR

(btw you obviosuly dont NEED all of this, its just for help, your subconcious mind knows what you want)

link to a uquiz with questions to make/develop a dr here

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┆ AN IDEA - dr ideas dr ideas + storylines dr ideas (with an s/o)

┆ THE VIBE

┆BASIC INFO - when and where is it set? safe word? time ratio? when and where do you first wake up? does your dr pause or go on when you leave?

┆INFO ABOUT YOUR DR SELF - gender, name, age, ethnicity, height, sexuality, personality (traits), skills, hobbies, overall vibe, job, backstory, a fun fact (template here)

┆CLAIMS - face, hair, voice, body, hand, house, car, pet, style, etc

┆FAMILY, FRIENDS, S/O, PETS - basic info + how you met/will meet, appearance claims, a fun fact (people template here)

┆SCENARIOS - specific, maybe not as important things that will happen

┆SCHOOL - personalize your school experience and make it fun. whats the name of your school? which classes do you take? who do you talk to at school? where do you sit? what does your scedule look like?

┆JOB - where do you work? what exactly do you do? how much do you get payed? what does your workplace look like? what are your coworkers like?

fun job ideas here

normal job ideas here

┆LIVING SITUATION - where is your home located? who do you live with? what does the inside of your home look like? things to script into your house here

┆STORYLINE/TIMELINE - what are the main events? do they happen before or after you first shift in?

┆POSESSIONS - wardrobe, random trinkets you own

┆ EXTRAS - things to script

┆PINTEREST BOARDS - pin your appearance claims, house/car claims, places you want into your dr, any pictures that remind you of your dr

┆ PLAYLISTS - save any songs that remind you of your dr, your dr self, people in your dr, scenarios in your dr or even songs that you have made/will make if youre a singer

┆ MOODBOARDS - any pictures or even videos that remind you of people, places, scenarios or overall vibe of your dr

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questions for developing drs

sections to add into a script

how to spice up a boring dr

places to script into your dr

templates to fill out about people in your drs

[withluvvenus]

　　　　𝓞H ― H͟E͟A͟V͟E͟N͟LY 𝕭𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝑬𝒀𝓔𝑺　　×

m͟o͟u͟r͟n͟ing 𝔰un　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　𝔪ourning s͟u͟n͟

　

　

　

　

　　act i . “ a 𝖒ortal shall not exist ” 　　　　she who is born with the legacy of death , 　　　　the living and walking being , 　　　　she who can communicate with mortality , 　　　　and survive , 　　　　shall be cursed for eternity , 　　　　her delicate kiss must burn , 　　　　the heart must tear at the scar , 　　　　she who will die ― untouched .

　

　

　

　

　　

　　on the sixth of may , when the delicate moon had fallen in step with the bright sun , the solar eclipse granted a baby girl to two vampires . a beautiful yet awfully humanly appealing creature had graced the Varkumare bloodline that peaceful night . she bared no fangs nor her hands reached out for the desperation of velvet blood . instead , she cooed and tears ripped out of her eyes made of salt . she was hauntingly beautiful , unforgivingly mortal .

　　her parents , the honorary descents of the bloodline and immortal vampires , tried to conceal her from the higher council . the council in which were apart of the oldest bloodline . they decided who got to stay and who would redeem a punishment . they were the ever knowing , the brain of the vampires . the beings who resided in the council were the victors of the last immortal war , and ever second of malice obtained them a sense of authority . they were treated like royalty , like people who understood and guided . they were feared , the were despised , but most of all , they were respected .

　　the whispers begun , like how they always seemed to . in between the dull and dark halls of the Varkumare manor , words were spread from ear to ear . there was an intruder , an outcast , a being who was all too different . the servants weren't allowed to intrude the further room in the east . the maids were described the wrong answers when they asked who was wailing at dusk . her parents had done everything to anything to hide the baby girl , but word had gotten to the court .

　　they showed face at the manor , the vampires who were respected the most . at first , they were calm and idle , sitting in the waiting room . but once they heard the first cry ? they vanished . they appeared in her nursery before her parents could get her . they surrounded the baby girl as they peered down at the now asleep child . her parents pleaded and begged , losing their dignity at the fingertips of the baby girl . the desperate noise echoed throughout the hallways and out to the streets . but to no avail . although her parents had convinced the court to show the baby mercy , the roughest and older victor stood ground . her words swirled the sorrowed air , she trapped the baby girl with a curse meant to kill .

　　' her delicate kiss must burn , ' the vampire slurred . ' she who will die ― untouched ' she ended . the deal was set in stone , and the baby girl was cursed for eternity . her fate wouldn't be visible and the results wouldn't leave it's marks until she was older , wiser . the court turned at once and spoke the horrendous words , the baby girl was to be banished from the land . there shall be no mortal walking amongst the immortals . if reality portrayed that the baby still existed in this very household until the sun set , she would no longer exist .

　　with a swift exit , the court had ended their time being at the Varkumare manor .

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘂𝘃 ✶ 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀

[dessarchive]

DR IDEAS. A COLLECTION.

the list below is based off of my current list of drs and i thought i’d share to give others more ideas! i will be updating this often because i often have ideas for drs but i can’t say how often that will be. happy shifting!

KPOP (join an established k-pop group, create your own, redesign the lore of your faves, make the group or just yourself the opposite gender, make joint groups, switch members, script members out, switch the generation of the group, whatever your heart desires)

aespa, billlie, bts, enhypen, fromis_9, girls generation, girlnextdoor (sister group of boynextdoor), illit, ive, le sserafim, loona, monster high (based off of monster high), newjeans, powerpuff girls (based off of the powerpuff girls), p1harmony, rescene, secret, stray kids, tripleS, twice, winx (based off of winx club)

FAME (act in a movie, television series, or film, sing on stage or be a backup singer, dance on stage with your faves or be their choreographer, become the it person of a certain decade, become a world renowned artist, become the next nba player, interview your faves, create the next big book that will live on for generations, play your favorite video games as a living)

actress, artist, author, band, basketball player, ballerina, celebrity interviewer, ceo (favorite brand, an app, music), choreographer, director, drag queen, fashion designer, figure skater, gaming youtuber, influencer, katseye, lifestyle youtuber, mukbang youtuber, nepo baby, olympic medalist, royalty, singer, soccer, supermodel, teen fame, travel vlogger, victorious secret angel

TV SERIES/MOVIES (add yourself into the plot, remove the plot and live a chill life, fight off evil, have the perfect love story, be best friends with barbie, be barbie and have her many many careers, have a talking pet…. be a talking pet…, be a mermaid, vampire, be friends with or be the sidekick of superman, batman, iron man, etc)

13 going on 30, the 100, accidentally in love, a.n.t. farm, alvin and the chipmunks, the amazing world of gumball, the aristocats, a series of unfortunate events, austin & ally, avatar, the babysitters club, back to the future, barbie, barbie's life in the dream house, barbie mariposa, barbie in a mermaid tale, barbie thumbelina, batman, best friends whenever, beverly hills chihuahua, boo bitch, bottoms, boy meets world, bride wars, brooklyn 99, business proposal, camp rock, captain marvel, cat in the hat, cheaper by the dozen, coraline, criminal minds, curious george, deadly class, derry girls, descendants, despicable me, diary of a wimpy kid, dog with a blog, eternals, euphoria, fantastic beasts, footloose, franny's feet, frozen, freeridge, garfield, gilmore girls, girl meets world, good luck charlie, gravity falls, h20: just add water, hannah montana, happy feet, harry potter, heartstopper, high school musical, hocus pocus, home alone, hotel transylvania, how the grinch stole christmas, i am not okay with this, icarly, jessie, kc undercover, kickin’ it, komi can't communicate, lab rats, law & order, lemonade mouth, let it shine, lilo & stitch, little miss sunshine, little rascals, little women, mako mermaids, metal lords, moana, modern family, mr. popper's penguins, my babysitters a vampire, night at the museum, the office, on my block, outer banks, peanuts, percy jackson and the olympians, phineas and ferb, pirates of the caribbean, pixie hollow, the polar express, pretty little liars, princess diaries, the princess and the popstar, ratatouille, riverdale, the santa clause, sam and cat, sesame street, sex and the city, shake it up, shameless, sharkboy and lavagirl, sisterhood of the traveling pants, smallville, smurfs, space jam, spider-man, spongebob squarepants, spy kids, starstruck, stranger things, strong woman do bong soon, the suite life on deck, the summer i turned pretty, the thundermans, teen beach movie, the teenage mutant ninja turtles, toy story, twilight, victorious, wicked, wizards of waverly place, zoey 101

VIDEO GAMES (there’s so many more i can’t think of)

animal crossing, hogwarts legacy, life is strange, minecraft, roblox, uncharted

MISCELLANEOUS

a certain decade or time in history, all women paradise (i love women), animal kingdom, atlantis, angel, babylon, baker, better cr, boarding school, dragon academy, dream college student, eternal childhood, eternal summer, farmer, idol school, marine biologist, new colors paradise, santa’s elf, small town, studying, summer camp, teacher, time traveler, vampire, waiting room

[auroraisleaving]

𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪ㅤ𓈒 Harry Potter DR Intro

Born into the Hawthorne family, direct descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw herself, Aurora Hawthorne was destined for greatness. The brightest witch of her age, holding herself with a kind of grace only a pureblood from the Hawthorne family could, Aurora was loved and respected by teachers and peers alike. Sometimes she questioned the way she got sucked up into her friends antics. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Theo, Mattheo, Enzo- and unfortunately, Draco by extension- were her people. But even the brightest witch of her age isn't without fear. She fears He Who Must Not Be Named. She fears for the safety of those she loves, the friends who feel like family. She fears that her family might betray themselves, that they will join the dark lord. And deep down, she fears what the Slytherin princes might become, if they were to succumb to their families wishes.Still, she stands tall. Because she is Aurora Hawthorne. The Princess of Hogwarts.

𓆩♡𓆪 she/her・ ・ 14 ・ ・fourth year・ ・Ravenclaw ・ bloodline: pureblood wand: Alder wood, unicorn hair, 10¾, unyielding flexibility patronus: swan favorite subject: Astronomy, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures

warm cups of tea, pink ribbons in hair, jeweled quills, astronomy tower, dusty books, moonlight, swan patronus, kiss stains, prefect duties, gold earrings.

the golden trio: her first friends, the family. the slytherin boys: the dark eyes devils with soft hearts beneath it all Enzo: her escape. her sweetheart. the boy who filled the astronomy tower with thousands of hibiscuses to ask her to the Yule ball. the boy who would betray his bloodline to keep her his.

[solstices-dreams]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐬

because i need to see more dr stuff 💥💥

BASICS.

𖦹 - you in your dr (name, age, pronouns, looks, etc)

𖦹 - your friends

𖦹 - ships in your dr / inspo

𖦹 - relationships with other people (ex. friends/enemies/besties/dating)

𖦹 - ppl you have beef with and why

𖦹 - dr memes

𖦹 - your house

𖦹 - random things you’ve scripted that just make sense

𖦹 - pets

𖦹 - your family

𖦹 - whats in your bag

𖦹 - timeline of your dr

𖦹 - your recent text messages

DR SPECIFIC.

𖦹 - your powers (marvel, magic, etc.)

𖦹 - your house (harry potter) (your dormmates, house mates, what your house is, why you are this specific, more about it)

𖦹 - your cabin (percy jackson) (your siblings, what it looks like, why you choose it, powers)

𖦹 - your discography (fame/kpop)

𖦹 - what your trending tags are (fame/streamer)

𖦹 - profile pictures people would use of you (fame/kpop/streamer)

𖦹 - your stage outfits/award outfits/red carpet/met gala (fame/kpop)

𖦹 - missions you went on (marvel/cod)

𖦹 - cases you worked on (criminal minds)

𖦹 - face claims of your friends (marauders)

MOODBOARDS.

𖦹 - you (looks and/or your vibe)

𖦹 - your friends (them and/or what your relationship is like)

𖦹 - your s/o (them and/or what your relationship is like)

𖦹 - your family vibe (them and/or what your relationship is like)

𖦹 - your pets

𖦹 - the dr itself (media of it, the vibe of it)

𖦹 - your cabin (pjo)

𖦹 - your house (harry potter)

𖦹 - where you live/house

𖦹 - powers / inspo

[gothcowgrrl]

𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑨’𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑫𝑹

“𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.”

THE BEGINNING.

before everything fell apart, I was a medical student. training to be a paramedic — fast, focused, and good under pressure. i never finished. the world ended before i got the chance.

i survived the first wave of the outbreak on my own. i couldn’t stay anywhere near my college or my dorm, it was a death trap, so i moved on. i ended up living out of a tent, stitching myself up with with a cracked mirror and fishing line. that’s where negan found me — deep in the woods, half-starved but alive. he took me in. said i had potential. said i was too stubborn to die.

he taught me everything i needed to know to survive — how to move quietly, how to kill cleanly, how to read people before they became a threat. with him, survival wasn’t just instinct; it was strategy. he made me sharper, harder, more focused. the world didn’t have room for hesitation anymore — mercy would get me killed faster than any walker.

it wasn’t really a choice to become a savior, it was that or death, that’s negan’s rules. i worked mostly as a medic, sometimes joined in on raids. i never liked the way things worked — the punishments, the fear — but i understood it. this was survival, not civilization. and sometimes surviving means becoming the thing you swore you wouldn’t.

negan and i didn’t happen right away. it built over time. quiet moments. looks that lasted too long. eventually it turned into something real. physical. emotional. secret. i was never one of his wives — those came later. i like to think it’s because he missed what we had.

some people didn’t like how close i was with him. said i got “special treatment.” maybe i did. either way, it made me a target.

on a run with five others, they turned on me. left me for dead in an abandoned parking lot full of walkers. i never knew why exactly — jealousy, maybe. or just the excuse they needed. what i didn’t know at the time was that negan found out. and he killed every single one of them for it.

but i didn’t go back. i didn’t trust it. part of me even thought maybe negan had set it up — that maybe i’d became too much of a distraction for him. either way, i decided i was better off on my own.

the next day, i found carl — or he found me. we crossed paths in a half-looted town, and i saved him from a walker. old instincts, i guess. he insisted i come with him. said i didn’t deserve to be alone. rick wasn’t sure, but i saved his son. so he let me in.

(WO)MAN’S BEST FRIEND.

the sun beat down hard as we walked, the three of us — rick, carl, and me — moving quietly along the railway tracks toward what we hoped was a sanctuary: terminus. rick had that sharp, wary look in his eyes that never really left, but carl seemed happy for me to be there, getting to know me and giving me that cheeky grin whenever we’d play around. rick didn’t say much, but he’d smile at us getting along from time to time.

it was late afternoon when we spotted her. a skinny, mud-caked rottweiler crouched beside the trees on the side of the tracks, ribs showing through her coat, eyes sharp and cautious. rick raised his hand, and we froze. i stepped forward, slowly, speaking low, trying to soothe her. she didn’t bark, didn’t run. just watched me, tail between her legs. i reached into my pack and tossed her a bit of dried jerky. that was all it took — she followed us after that, keeping a few feet of distance at first, like she was testing us. by the next morning, she was curled up next to my sleeping bag.

i named her bennie, after “bennie and the jets.” it was on one of the five cds i carried, tucked safely in my backpack next to a scratched-up walkman which i found in the attic of an abandoned house at the beginning of it all. it was collecting dust way before the outbreak. i barely used it anymore — except on nights i couldn’t sleep, or when i felt alone. bennie took to the name fast, her ears perking up every time i called. she wasn’t just a dog — she was a force. fiercely loyal, she’d growl low at anything that got too close, and more than once she chased off a walker before any of us even noticed it. but she had this gentler side too — nudging my hand for scratches or standing guard while i rested. it was like she’d been waiting her whole life to belong to someone, and i was it.

OLD FRIENDS.

we went to hilltop with jesus, and that’s when i heard the name again — the saviors.

it hit me like a buried landmine. i didn’t react. didn’t flinch. just nodded along while they talked about strategy, about defense, about raiding an outpost. no one here knew. not rick. not daryl. not even glenn. i had made sure of that.

i stayed silent. i didn’t warn them. didn’t tell them i used to be one of them.

the group moved forward with the plan, thinking they were striking first. taking out a threat before it grew. i told myself maybe it would work. maybe negan wouldn’t find out. maybe the people i cared about wouldn’t have to pay for what i once was.

but that’s not how things go in this world.

later, i went out on a run with daryl and denise. edison’s was supposed to be the target, a shop we figured would be stocked with medicine. just another supply run, nothing out of the ordinary.

until we hit the tracks.

one second, denise was talking. the next, she dropped. arrow through the eye. no warning. no goodbye.

and then i saw them, some of my old friends, and a blonde one (dwight) at the front i didn’t recognise with a terrified eugene next to him.

“if it ain’t negan’s princess,” one said, shock evident on his voice, but a smirk still spreading across his face.

daryl looked at me. really looked. and in that split second, the lie I’d been living unraveled in his eyes.

but after eugene bites dwight in the crotch, and abraham opens fire. with an injured eugene, somehow we made it out.

later, daryl asked. quietly, like he already knew.

i told him the truth — about negan, about who i’d been, what i’d done to survive. how i left. how i tried to become someone new.

he didn’t judge me. didn’t tell the others. just nodded and said, “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”

REUNITED.

we went after dwight — me, daryl, glenn, michonne. we wanted justice. instead, we got captured. thrown into a van like cargo.

at the same time, rick’s group was trying to get maggie to hilltop due to a sudden unknown illness. they never made it. the saviors were waiting.

they were all brought together, made to kneel in the dirt. hands empty. surrounded by guns. and then the van doors opened.

they dragged us out — me, glenn, daryl, michonne — and threw us on our knees beside the others.

it felt strange — unreal, almost. i was so used to watching this kind of thing unfold from the outside. always on the sidelines, half-numb to the screams, the blood, the begging. detached. but now, on my knees in the dirt, center stage in someone else’s nightmare, i felt every second of it. the fear. the weight.

i looked around. faces i knew stared back — some with guilt in their eyes, others with something colder, like they thought I had this coming. and maybe i did. either way, i wasn’t invisible anymore.

then he stepped out.

he looked the same. like time hadn’t touched him. same cocky grin, same leather jacket. same barbed wire bat resting on his shoulder like it was nothing more than a fashion accessory.

“are we pissin’ our pants yet? oh boy… do i have a feeling we’re gettin’ close”

he scanned the group, then saw me.

“oh my… and look at who we have here,” he said, grinning. “lookin’ pretty as ever, vi.”

i didn’t move. didn’t answer. my heart was hammering, but i kept my face blank.

“damn,” he said, amused. “after all this, you’re givin’ me the silent treatment?”

i said nothing.

he moved on, turning his attention to rick. gave his speech about punishment, about the new world order. about taking what was his — including us.

then, he looked at me once again. “now don’t you worry, honey. you just gotta sit and look pretty. actually, get your ass up here. c’mon. don’t be shy now.”

i stood. walked when he told me to. knelt again where he placed me — right in the middle of the circle, facing my friends. “only the best seat in the house for you,” he muttered into my ear, before getting up, patting my head and pacing once more.

he started playing his sick little game — picking someone to kill. toying with us like we were just names on a list, like none of this mattered. he threatened maggie, mocked carl. glenn lost it, screaming, lunging — couldn’t help himself.

negan didn’t care. just smiled. had his men shove glenn back in line.

then came the eeny-meeny-miny-moe.

i held my breath. everyone did.

and then… he picked abraham.

the sound was like a watermelon cracking open. i flinched, but didn’t look away. i owed him that — to see it. to remember it.

then daryl snapped. jumped up, punched negan square in the jaw. it was instinct — grief, rage, all of it spilling out.

negan didn’t even yell. just turned, calm as ever, and brought the bat down again. this time, on glenn.

it was worse. he didn’t die right away. tried to speak. his last look was to maggie — not fear, not pain. just love.

and then he was gone too.

the screams around me blurred into a low, hollow ringing. i couldn’t hear myself think. couldn’t feel anything but the dirt beneath my knees and the blood splattered on my cheek. i didn’t even know whose it was.

rick was dragged into the rv. negan wanted to break him. and when that didn’t work, he came back out with rick's axe and made carl lie on the ground. said if he didn’t cut off his son’s arm, everyone else would die.

that’s when i lost it. started sobbing, couldn't help it.

he turned to me slowly, grin lazy. "why so sad? Is this your prince charming?” he looked at rick.

i didn’t answer. just stared at rick, tears running down my face. i’d never seen him like that — broken, helpless.

negan leaned down to me, his voice low. “well i'll be damned. you’ve got a front row seat seein’ him chop his own son’s arm off.”

rick was shaking. hands barely gripping the axe. he raised it — just enough. it was real. it was going to happen.

then negan stopped him. “there it is,” he muttered. “that look. that’s what i wanted.”

satisfied, he turned to me again. crouched, close enough to smell the blood on his collar.

“how pathetic was that, huh?” he whispered, smiling.

i didn’t say anything, just spat in his face.

he paused, wiped it off with the back of his glove, then laughed. “still got fire. i like that.”

then he stood, declared his terms — one week, half of everything alexandria had. resistance meant death.

as a final cruelty, he took daryl with him. and me.

“this one’s coming home,” he said, grabbing my arm. “a souvenir.”

daryl and i were tossed into a van, and took to the sanctuary without a word.

FAMILIARITY.

they dragged daryl away first — kicking, yelling, refusing to go quietly. i could still hear him as they pulled me in the opposite direction. i wanted to fight too, but i didn’t. not because i was afraid of pain, but because i knew negan wanted a reaction. i wasn’t giving him what he wanted — not yet.

they didn’t throw me in a cell like daryl. no, he got that special kind of punishment. the kind where they stripped you of everything — your clothes, your name, your humanity. they blasted music until your mind frayed, fed you like a dog, tried to break you until there was nothing left.

me? I was chained to a damn bed.

negan’s room. his sanctuary. i was his trophy now — a reminder of his power, of what i used to be, and what he thought i still belonged to. he never laid a hand on me in that way, but every moment felt like something sacred was being scraped away. he didn’t need violence to break you — just time. words. familiarity. he was patient, like a wolf that already knew you’d limp eventually.

and i did.

not all at once. not loudly. just… little things. like how i started answering him when he talked. how i started listening when he told his stories. how i didn’t flinch when he laughed.

“you look good,” he said once, his voice low and easy like none of this was what it was. “still got that little edge to you. didn’t think i’d ever see it again.”

i looked at him then, as i sat on the same side of the bed i had been on for days. really looked. and for the first time, i didn’t just see the monster who swung that bat. i saw the man i once followed without question. the one who could talk circles around a lie. the one who, for a long time, made me feel safe.

“you thought i was dead,” i said flatly. it wasn’t a question.

his face shifted. just a little. “yeah. i did.” he stood up from his chair and walked across the room, slow like he was figuring out if he wanted to say more.

“five of them left with me,” i said. “you remember?”

he turned, and for a second — just one — there was something sharp behind his eyes. not rage. not sadness. something different but familiar at the same time. “yeah,” he said. “i remember.”

there was a beat. then another.

“i killed them,” he added, taking a sip from his whiskey like he was telling me what the weather was like outside. “when they came back without you. figured if you really left me, they helped. if you didn’t… well. they still failed.”

i nodded, not saying another word.

and just like that, the line between fear and familiarity blurred. between loyalty and love and something far darker than both. that was always the thing about negan — he made you feel wanted in a way that twisted the knife deeper.

( updates as i watch the show last update: 17.07.25 )

dramatised for entertainment purposes

[selamdotcom]

𝓣he 𝓛ast of 𝓤s 𝓓r ☮︎ introduction ヾ៸

There are a million ways we should've died before today, and a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight for every second we get to spend with each other. ━ Left Behind, Riley Abel.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ━ In the terminal weeks before a global descension, four-year-revered investigative columnist, Charles Durand lit a fuse that would blow his career and set a future of chaos into motion. After uncovering patterns of unexplainable fungal infections spreading from Brazil to southern Texas, from early 2012 to mid-2013, Charles submitted an article that was titled "Incurable Brain Devourer," by his Times publishers. The article was immediately intercepted and heavily censored by the federal authorities and Charles was arrested a month later on accounts of Terrorism Speculation. His immediate trial and unjust sentencing took place only six hours after his arrest and persisted in a series of violent and disease-spreading protests.

𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓. 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 ━ Following the outbreak of Cordyceps Brain Infection (otherwise called CBI), the Federal military had succeeded in demoting the known government and rebranded themselves into FEDRA; ceasing control over what wastelands remained after the collateral destruction of public cities, along with absolving Charles Durand of his aforementioned crimes. No longer a savior or conspiracy martyr, Charles and his wife, Marietta were relocated to Area Five of the San Francisco QZ: working through exhaustion in the slums of a desert purgatory.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 ━ On the fourteenth of November, as a cold desert night bled into a sun-soaked California dawn, Marietta endured a difficult and long lasting birth of fraternal twins: Niklaus and Lilette Durand, but due to remised FEDRA medics and food shortages affecting her diet, Charles Durand would raise them on his own. As the oldest of the two siblings, Nick assumed a protective role over his sister, keeping her safe from the dangers of the outside world, and those she posed to herself. Her honest problem-starting got him into more fights than she did, but that same skill got him out of a Federal bind every time.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ━ By early 2034, the San Francisco zone, once a diamond in the rough, was dying. Rumors circulated that leadership was crumbling under military infighting while citizen half-rations were cut and quartered, avoidable famines started outbreaks of hypotensive diseases in labor regions like Areas Three and Five, limiting supply transportation, creating more outrage. After the Area Five water filtration system was contaminated with Area One wastewater and citizens actually began dying, Charles Durand included, riots unlike old-world had ever seen arrived within the walls of the San Francisco QZ. FEDRA commanders ushered martial law on all affected areas but overfed and underworked officers were no match for the masses of starving and angry mobs; rioters eventually pushing out what Federal officers weren’t strung up as a lesson. Those who stayed in San Francisco afterwards joined an organization of slavers who relocated to the Santa Barbara coast, and those who didn’t, took their chances in the wastelands.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 ━ While Charles Durand had left the twins a ghost of an old-world legacy, Niklaus and Lilette honed their skills to build their own dynasty of criminal deception outside the quarantine zone. Niklaus, ever the Polyglot Linguist, made his knowledge his greatest weapon, using what he understood about community and languages to infiltrate FEDRA convoys and traveling mercenary groups he viewed as invasive or even barbaric. Lilette, the silk spine of their operations, manipulated the art of seduction and psychological warfare to lower guards and trick enemies into believing they are allies. They used their knowledge on old-world darkness and dragged it into a kill-or-be-killed world, using infamous luring tactics from renowned killers and criminals, and never staying put long enough to be caught. In a wasteland with no communication, the twins had gained more infamy than their father had.

𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ━ Niklaus and Lilette curated a plan to infiltrate a Firefly checkpoint in the Salt Lake zone and check out with a few bags of supplies, but when they approached the often-guarded outer perimeter of the city core, they were met with more Infected than common foe. The mixed placement of FEDRA tanks and Firefly vehicles displayed a Pyrrhic victory, Saint Mary's hospital was charred and deserted by whatever remained of the Federal militia, who declared the Firefly group a national extinction. If any of the Fireflies survived at all, they had no time to bury their dead before they became overrun by Infected, who had infested every dark corner of the city today.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 ━ Upon entering Colorado as a detour from the overrun Utah, Niklaus and Lilette stumbled into the den of wasteland fiends: victims of the grueling affects of starvation, a group turned to eating human flesh just to see another day, now hunted human meat for the love of the game. A simpleton trade of venison would get us close enough to rob them all by nightfall, they had thought, but David Brough and his fiendish friends had set a trap of their own. After uncovering their true nature and being held unjustly for a short time in a meat lock, Lilette and Niklaus used their skills and agilities, and defeated what they could of the fiends before fleeing on foot, barren of all supplies, and in worse shape than when they started. From then, the twins gave up on a life of Hunting-Killing, and Lilette had sustained a permanent injury to her right leg from the hip. The twins abandoned their reputations and decided to trek for Jackson, Wyoming. Not to rob or conquer it. To rest.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 ━ The Jackson Sanctuary is a pocket of peace in a large pool of violent chaos, and one that welcomed the twins despite their known reputation as deceivers. Tommy Miller is a man of loyalist principle, and saw himself in the eyes of the lost newcomers. Maria, his wife and leader of the county community, saw Niklaus's linguistic abilities as too useful to let slip out of her grasp. Over the course of their residency, Lilette and Niklaus developed close friendships and clean reputations to get them by in a community priding itself of peace, joining the patrol and engineering ranks with Jesse Han and Natalee Linden: experienced youth patrolmen and weapon engineers who they formed a bonded clique with, unspokenly led by one immune; Ellie Williams. One of the few surviving zone dwellers of the now-destroyed Boston Quarantine zone, who came to Jackson with a black market smuggler and brother of Tommy, Joel Miller. As of today, the twins serve as trusted members of their community.

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━ Lost without her abandoned cause, fed to the grief of her dead father, Abigail Anderson alone pressed a carbon steel barrel to her chin while her ally's back turned, as became ritual to her daily survival in year 2036. Lilette Durand, best scout for Jackson despite a nerve-dead and metal-braced leg, stumbled upon the aimless survivor and her friend, Manny Alvarez, while patrolling the sanctuary perimeter. After leaving the corrupt Washington Liberation Front militia, following the death of Manny's ailing father, the two set out in search of the western haven earning renown; a quest that took a mental toll on the she-wolf every day, but led to an eventual stop. To Abby Anderson, Lilette Durand was a gateway to more than a serene sanctuary; she was the key to a prosperous future worth living.

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𝓭r ideas ଂ ❀.ྀི

𝝑𝝔 strawberry shortcake dr. you live in strawberryland where you run your own little shop and just have fun with your friends in a pastel colored world.

𝝑𝝔 fairy dr. you live in a village on a tree, where you have your own flower shaped mini house, and you spend your days drinking tea with your fairy girlfriends, exploring the human world and adding things to your stolen objects collection.

𝝑𝝔 an oceans dr where you participate in large scale, slightly risky heists with your group.

𝝑𝝔 small town dr where you run your little business, like a bakery, a cafe, an art gallery, a florist shop or a secondhand bookstore and live a quiet life with an eventual romcom worthy love story.

𝝑𝝔 a film director dr where you can turn all your daydreams into real life movies full of aestethic sceneries.

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𝝑𝝔 a ballerina dr where you attend a prestigious ballet academy and become a famous ballerina, dancing on the stages of the biggest theatres in the world while wearing pretty costumes.

𝝑𝝔 a muse dr. a romantic, maybe forbidden love story with a foreign artist that will be remembered forever and studied in art school.

𝝑𝝔 anne with an e dr. you live in avonlea and are a part of the friend group while experiencing the rise of feminism and reading stories to eachother in the woods. (bonus: gilbert blythe)

𝝑𝝔 fashion journalist dr (or any kind of journalist really) where you turn you whole career around by creating your own magazine, for which you write and organize the layout.

𝝑𝝔 photographer dr. maybe you could be a wedding or wildlife photographer, and you get to immortalise forever the essence of all the beautiful things you see while traveling the world.

𝝑𝝔 a secret detective dr where you uncover dark mysteries while keeping a fake identity.

𝝑𝝔 a book jumper dr. this is lowkey just .. shifting, but in a cooler way. you can jump into any book or movie whenever you want, materializing into another world out of thin air and shocking everyone.

𝝑𝝔 miraculous dr. you're a new hero that appeared one day in the streets of paris during a fight, surprising both the other heroes and the civils.

𝝑𝝔 a pirate dr. you're the daughter of the captain of a pirate ship and you've lived your whole life on the sea, navigating through adventures in a world where the waters are alive and full of mysteries.

𝝑𝝔 an actress dr. not in a movie star way, but in an itinerant theatre way: you live with a company of actors that travels the world, performing plays on tour. (this could also be an itinerant circus or small band)

𝝑𝝔 fashion designer dr. from a young girl with a dream, you become one of the biggest faces in the fashion industry thanks to your original designs, owning a brand with a name as big as chanel or dior.

𝝑𝝔 ancient egypt dr where you're the daughter of the pharaoh, so you get to uncover all the mysteries around the egyptian civilisation.

𝝑𝝔 mia and me dr. you're just a normal girl until you get gifted a bracelet that gives you the power to teleport in a magical world where unicorns and elves exist. (basically another variation of shifting)

𝝑𝝔 a time machine dr. in case you're lazy like me, instead of having different drs you can just shift to a dr where you have a time machine, in which you set a date and a place and you just get teleported there, no backstory or anything.

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The best post I've ever made tbh

Better cr intro ~

ABOUT THIS DR

its set in 2010 in tokyo (the romantasized version tho)

it has NANA vibes

concert tickets are cheap and there are multiple concerts happening

I changed the legal drinking age from 20 to 18 (because in the country i live in now its 18)

ABOUT ME

my name is Antonia Persephone but my friends call me Nini, i am 18 years old. i haven't changed much about my appearance, its similar to the one here (I've changed my weight and hair only)

i work as a waitress at a cat cafe and i help out my mom in her metaphysical shop. on Friday and Saturday nights i also sing with my band at a local bar (ill probably post about it later)

i have lots of hobbies but usually you can find me reading a random fiction book or sketching and journaling. i also love doing my own nails and taking videos and vlogging my day, that's why i have a youtube channel where i also post my music

in school im studying drama and in my free time me and my best friend shoot random short movies (she is studying film) and upload them on our own site

i have a pet cat, she is white with the deepest blue eyes you can imagine, her name is either gonna be fifi or terpsie

my nails are always done (because i cannot function without them)

i spend most of my money on books, clothes and food

RELATIONSHIPS

Best friend —> she is 19 years old, we met in highschool and have been inseparable eversince, she is a very talented hairstylist (as well as a director) and always does my hair, she works as a waitress at a local diner and gives me free food eventhough her manager scolds us afterwards (he is her boyfriend, he isnt being serious, he loves us...deep down)

My man —> he is 21 years old, he is tall (around 6'2), he basically looks like lee junyoung (the actor), he has multiple tattoos and piercings, he wears baggy clothes and has an alternative style, he is the drummer in our band, he is a mechanic and also really good at cooking for some reason (i scripted it, that's the reason)

VISUALS (me core) -

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　　the great hall dining guide : five stars or food poisoning? 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　back to the masterlist　

no hunger in hogwarts. the great hall is an empire of excess, a temple to the art of never saying no to seconds (or sevenths). the long house tables are stacked with plates that fill and refill as if controlled by some benevolent, slightly overbearing god-parent who cannot fathom the concept of "i'm full."

hi, i'm emma, i shifted to my marauders dr, i'm here to yap.

　❛❛ when to show up ?

breakfast :  starts at 7:00 am, but nobody with a sense of self-preservation gets there at the crack of dawn unless they have quidditch practice or are a first-year who still thinks hogwarts runs on a logical schedule. prime time is 7:30–8:30 am, when the food is still hot and everyone is too groggy to engage in unnecessary morning conversations. if you come after 9:00 am, expect half-warm toast and a few sad sausages.

lunch :  served from 12:30 pm to 1:30 pm. 12:30 is the best time if you want first dibs on everything, but the best people-watching happens closer to 1:00 pm when people start arguing over last-minute essay deadlines. if you're running late and slide in at 1:25 pm, good luck – you're getting whatever's left.

dinner :  6:00 pm sharp, ends at 8:00 pm. 7:00 pm is the sweet spot – not too early that you look overeager, not too late that you get the rejected drumsticks and a dubious slice of treacle tart. sitting down at 7:45 pm means you're scavenging for whatever scraps are left like a victorian orphan.

　❛❛ where to sit ?

slytherin table :  best for hushed scheming, power lunches, and exchanging contraband under the table. do not sit here if you can't handle judgmental side-eyes while buttering your bread.

ravenclaw table :  ideal for finishing homework mid-meal. also where people pretend they're above caring about gossip while actively eavesdropping on every conversation. the back half of the table is safer if you don't want to hear someone dissecting 17th-century wandlore at 8 am.

gryffindor table :  loud. expect at least one person standing on the bench telling a story that is objectively not that funny. best if you enjoy chaotic meal settings or want to be involved in something ridiculous before you've even finished your juice.

hufflepuff table :  safest bet for a peaceful meal, but you will 100% be roped into sharing your food. the friendliest seating arrangement, but also the most likely to involve a group discussion about everyone's day when you just wanted to eat in silence.

professor's table :  do not sit here unless you have a death wish.

　❛❛ what to eat (and avoid) .

best breakfast items :  the porridge is solid (literally, if you come too late), but the best move is the warm croissants with honey. also, the lemon & apple pasties are basically a cheat code if you want to smuggle food out for later.

lunch must-haves :  steak and kidney pie is better than you'd expect. if there's a soup option, proceed with caution, half the time it's delicious, half the time it's some medieval potion that smells like a transfiguration accident.

dinner essentials :  roast anything is good, but the yorkshire puddings are a religious experience. also, the treacle tart is worth elbowing someone for.

what to avoid :  the questionable fish dishes. boiled meant. you don't know where that's coming from, and you don't want to. also, anything neon-colored. if it looks like it belongs in a potions class, it probably does.

　❛❛ general survival tips .

don't drink the pumpkin juice if you're not in the mood for it. it's literally everywhere, and by week three, you will hate it.

bring your own condiments if you care about flavour. hogwarts food is good, but nobody in this castle has heard of seasoning unless it's one of those other-culture-nights.

do not, under any circumstances, take the last dinner roll unless you want to start an inter-house war.

sitting too close to the staff table means your meal comes with a free ethics lecture from mcgonagall. proceed with caution.

　　q & a .

　❛❛ what is breakfast like .

if you've never had breakfast in the great hall, you've never truly lived. that's not hyperbole, that's just the facts.

and the thing is,,,,,, it wasn't just about the food. it was about the ritual. it was about getting there early, half-asleep and draped over the table, while the house elves sent up silver platters of steaming porridge and eggs and enough bacon to make even the most dedicated vegetarian question their life choices. it was about the lazy hum of morning gossip, about james and sirius trying to one-up each other with increasingly absurd breakfast combinations (once, i watched sirius put marmalade on a sausage. we don't talk about it).

breakfast started early, before the sun had fully stretched its arms, and ended when the professors decided we were done loitering. if you weren't there by the time mcgonagall sat down, you were basically on borrowed time.

　❛❛ what is lunch like .

lunch at hogwarts was less of a meal and more of a tactical battle. the great hall would be an absolute warzone of students rushing in from classes, half of them looking like they'd barely survived whatever horrors had just unfolded in transfiguration. 

the food appeared at exactly midday, no earlier, no later. if you showed up late, you were fighting for scraps, and by scraps, i mean you'd be left with 99 choices for meals instead of 100. scarcity, i know.

lunch was also prime time for food theft. you could be having an entirely normal conversation and, in the blink of an eye, your pumpkin pasty would be gone. sirius was the undisputed king of this, the man had the reflexes of a thief in victorian london. i once watched him steal an entire shepherd's pie from remus's plate without breaking eye contact. it was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

　❛❛ what is dinner like .

hogwarts dinners were the closest thing to divinity i've ever known. long wooden tables overflowing with everything you could possibly want: roast chicken, yorkshire pudding, steak, treacle tart so good it made you believe in love again. it was opulence, it was luxury, it was the kind of meal you dream about when you're in some sad, muggle diner trying to convince yourself that soggy chips and watery gravy are 'fine.'

　❛❛ special occasions .

feast days at hogwarts were another level. halloween, christmas, the end-of-year banquet, these were events. these were festivals of indulgence. the house elves pulled out all the stops: whole roast turkeys, mountains of roast potatoes, rivers of rich, golden gravy, cauldron cakes stacked like towers. desserts that defied logic and probably several laws of nature. on halloween, the hall was covered in floating pumpkins and eerie green light, and the food had a vaguely chaotic energy to match (one year, the treacle tarts actually screamed when you bit into them. highly unsettling, but still delicious).

christmas dinner was something else entirely. it was warm and glowing and endless. crackers snapped, jokes were told, and dumbledore drank enough mead to make even him slightly ridiculous. it was the kind of meal you thought about for the rest of your life. it was family, it was home.

　❛❛ what's the deal with house-elves?

the hogwarts kitchen operates with the ruthless efficiency of a five-star hotel run by creatures legally bound to service.

a hundred or so house-elves live below the castle, working in near invisibility, preparing all meals and sending them up through enchanted pathways that deposit dishes straight onto the great hall tables. you cannot see the elves. you do not hear them. but you know they exist, like the wizarding world's most overworked stage crew.

you can also visit them in the kitchens. they're nice, say hi.

　❛❛ can you request food?

hogwarts was a lot of things, but it was not a restaurant. if you wanted something specific, you either made a pilgrimage to the kitchens and begged the house elves (a move so shameful it had to be done in absolute secrecy. or if you like.......really, really, really charmed them) or you suffered in silence. sirius, of course, once tried to get the great hall to serve "a proper fry-up" at dinner, only to be met with silence and what i can only describe as deeply offended energy from the floating candles.

but somehow, it didn't matter. because the food was already perfect. and now, i have to live knowing that no meal will ever come close to a great hall dinner. it's fine. i'm fine. i'll just sit here, eating my disappointing, mortal food, and pretend my soup isn't deeply depressing.

　❛❛ what about drinks?

again, pumpkin juice. an obsession, a tyranny, a strange fixation. every meal, every table, a seemingly infinite supply. there is also water, milk (cold, in small glass jugs, looking like something out of a victorian schoolhouse), and for the older students at special occasions, a sweet, non-alcoholic mead that tastes like it wants to be alcoholic but isn't. butterbeer, tragically, is an off-campus luxury.

　❛❛ is there a meal schedule? like certain things on certain days? or do they just pile every type of food on the table?

hogwarts operates on a structured but generous meal plan. weekday breakfasts, always got your staples. porridge, toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, and the occasional wizarding oddity like blood pudding for the particularly cursed among us. but sundays are for extravagant brunch spreads. croissants. kippers. jams that taste like childhood summers. it's as if the house-elves know that sunday means stress, existential whatever, dread, so they soften the blow with flaky pastry.

lunch is always dependable, usually soups and sandwiches or something hearty if you've got a double potions period ahead. dinner, though, is where the patterns emerge. mondays are classic british, shepherd's pie, roast beef, yorkshire pudding. tuesdays are usually a little more continental, pastas, stews. fridays are always a feast, usually something big and festive. then you have the seasonal changes: october brings pumpkin-infused everything, winter means more roasts, few first weeks of summer term leans into fresher, lighter meals. but yes, the mainstay staples are always available. if you want treacle tart on a wednesday, it will be there.

　❛❛ there's wizard candy and drinks, but is there any other food? i’m sure at some point wizards put magic in any food they could think of just to see what would happen.

oh, absolutely. you’re thinking like a true hogwarts student. you know someone, at some point, tried to put magic into a loaf of bread just to see if it would slice itself (it did, but then it also tried to slice other things). beyond the standard chocolate frogs and pumpkin juice, wizarding cuisine includes a fair bit of magically enhanced food. firewhisky actually warms your throat as it goes down. fizzing whizzbees lift you half an inch off the ground. there are soups that change flavour as you eat them, pies that hum lullabies if you’re up late studying. and don’t even get me started on the experimental drinks at the three broomsticks, someone once ordered a 'black hole brew' and forgot what year it was for a full hour. but the cuisine is basically muggle...just hexed.

　❛❛ do the meals cater to dietary restrictions?

100%. vegans, vegetarians, allergy-havers. you're covered. a muggleborn slytherin from third year complained about the lack of plant-based options, and the next morning, an entire section of the breakfast table was dedicated to oat milk, tofu scramble, and wizarding equivalents of nutritional yeast. hogwarts may be stuck in some medieval ways, but food evolves.

　❛❛ what happens if you miss a meal?

if you're lucky, a friend grabs you something before the food vanishes. if you're unlucky, you’re breaking into the kitchens akin to a desperate raccoon. the house-elves don't mind, though, if you're polite, they'll feed you like a long-lost child. if you're rude, they'll 'accidentally' give you a soup that turns your tongue blue for a week.

　❛❛ is there coffee?

yes, but it's wizard coffee, stronger than espresso, borderline narcotic. one cup and you're writing your entire transfiguration essay in ten minutes. two cups and you can see through time.

　❛❛ how do holiday feasts work?

absolute carnage. christmas and halloween feasts are legendary. enchanted decorations, endless courses, puddings that explode into confetti when you cut into them. the easter feast is basically a chocolate overdose. sometimes on valentine's day the desserts start murmuring love poetry. dumbledore's delighted. everyone..... horrified.

　❛❛ is there a limit to how much you can eat?

only in the sense that your body is a fragile, mortal thing. the food itself is infinite. the house-elves could, in theory, keep producing it indefinitely. but, you know, you eat four servings of steak-and-kidney pie and you're just going to be that person in the common room later.

　❛❛ do different houses have different food preferences?

subtly, yes. the great hall offers everything, but certain tables lean into certain dishes. gryffindors love big, hearty, comforting food. ravenclaws lean into the more intricate, delicate meals, think pastries and complex soups. slytherins have an eye for the finer things, often going for the more gourmet options. hufflepuffs love food that feels like a hug: freshly baked bread, warm pies, things that remind you of home.

　❛❛ are there midnight snacks?

not officially, but yes. common rooms have snack stashes. and if you're clever (or just have the marauder's map, wink wink), you can always sneak down to the kitchens. the house-elves will feed you, no questions asked. some students take it a step further and befriend the house-elves outright. those students never go hungry.

　❛❛ how does the food appear? is it just magic or is there a system?

magic, but with logistics. the food is prepared in the kitchens directly beneath the great hall, then it's levitated up and appears on the tables at the precise moment it's ready. no waiting, no serving, just instant gratification. dangerously efficient.

　❛❛ how does hogwarts source its food? is it all local, or do they magically import things?

combination of both. they have magical greenhouses and farms for most fresh ingredients, but certain things, exotic spices, imported sweets, get brought in magically.

　❛❛ are there ever surprise meals? do the house elves ever just decide to switch things up randomly?

sometimes, if there's an occasion or they just feel like it. but the menu is largely set because consistency is part of the magic.

　❛❛ are meals ever used as punishment? do detention students get different food or are they made to help the house elves prepare meals?

not officially, but some professors (like astronomy) have been known to send students to do menial kitchen work as a form of discipline. nothing cruel, just hours of potato peeling.

　❛❛ has there ever been a kitchen-related disaster? a spell gone wrong, a cauldron explosion, a food fight?

yes, frequently !!!! misfired enlarging spells, self-chopping vegetables getting too enthusiastic, enchanted ladles starting fights. house elves keep it under control, but it's not unheard of for a whole batch of treacle tart to suddenly gain sentience and try to unionise.

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𓏵 TRAVEL DR INTRO

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ABOUT THIS DR

set in modern times

the whole storyline is basically me and my best friend just traveling the world together

we have a famous youtube vlog channel where we post about our travels

scripted in that we can get absolutely everywhere by train because I lowkey hate planes

we both have a bracelet and buy a charm to add on from each country we visit

our backpacks with all of our stuff in it can fold into being small enough to fit inside of our pockets (because who wants to carry a bag with them at all times)

we have friends all around the world that are happy to let us stay at their houses when needed

DESTINATIONS

some places we’re planning to visit are switzerland, thailand, spain, nepal, germany, japan and oregon

some less specific places/experiences: a cave pool (possibly mako island), a waterfall, a hot spring, mountains, an abandoned castle, a trainride through cool nature, a boat ride, interacting with monkeys, an ice plunge and a jungle/rain forest

POSESSIONS

a camera that is connected to my waiting room so I can look at the pictures we take

a travel junk journal

a speaker

clothes and all that other boring stuff obviously

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ᖴᑌTᑌᖇIᔕTIᑕ ᑕᖇ

↬𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑅 𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑦𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝐶𝑅. 𝑆𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 2561.

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ᑭᖇEᐯIEᗯ -

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2200𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝑉𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒.

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ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE TO ETᕼEᖇIᔕ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ -

𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 - 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑅ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑠

𝑨𝒈𝒆 - 16

𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 - 2545

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 84, 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐴-1

𝑺/𝒐 - (𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑)

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 - 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 - 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡-𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑡, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 - 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑡.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 - 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦.

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ᗯᕼᗩTᔕ TᕼE ᖴᑌTᑌᖇE ᒪIKE? . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ?

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 /𝑎𝑟𝑒/ 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 426-𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒! 𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑚'𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝑋-56. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒.

ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ?

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦.

ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇs?

𝐼 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘! 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠.

ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

𝐴𝑤𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦? 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑢𝑛. 𝐻𝑒𝑦! 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙? 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐴-1!!

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ᗯᕼᗩT ᗩᑎ OᖇᗪEᗩᒪ! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒!

[chaaistained]

☕︎ my better cr; intro •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my better cr ≈

name : ℳ

age (when i shift) : 17/18 — i’m planning to either shift to dec 2021 or aug 2022 , wtv my subconscious chooses

occupation : university student — double degree in law and arts, majoring in media law and craft of writing & literature, respectively

+ part time tutor for english and maths, at the same private tutoring company i went to in high school

+ (eventually) part time stock acquisition and youth advertiser at a telecommunications company near my campus which is technically a nepo hire bcs my aunt works there

+ (eventually) paid internship at the australian taxation office for the study of torts and contracts and even tho i got in genuinely bcs of my marks and my interview it also feels a little nepo bcs another aunt (a family friend) also works here.. anyway

side hobbies/hustles : blogger (tumblrina in every reality if i can help it) , tiktok + youtube cover channel with two of my high school friends , fic author (ao3 curse does NOT exist here come at me) , occasional columnist for my uni’s student newsletter

my s/o : childhood family friend — lost contact and reunited ten years later — not revealing his name apart from the first letter bcs . he’s real .. anyway it’s 𝒜

౨ৎ meet ℳ

a sun kissed cinnamon bun personified — she is the smile that blossoms between warm cheeks during the burn of a sunrise ≈

in this dr i don’t change my name, and for that reason i’ll stick to the first letter (just like my pinned post) which is ℳ.

i’m nothing more than a normal girl, waking up each day already tired but willing myself to either go to uni or work, staying up late to catch up on the hours i spend doing other things, i have a closet full of clothes and yet i have nothing to wear, i have three of the same shades of lip gloss but they’re all from different brands so ofcs they’re not the same, i just bought a new journal but i’m yet to finish the one i got four years ago, i have ink stains on the tips of my fingers and chai stains on the pages edge of the novel i’m currently reading.

i just take every day like a new pot of tea leaves, waiting to be steeped to perfection.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ the metamorphosis

with frayed edges and tear stained cheeks, she undid the binds of a life once lived, a life once loved, finding the holes to be too much to bear in the everlasting winter of the cold reality that was thrust upon her, opting to take the needle and thread between her own fingers and stitch up the seams, to reinforce the realm of her existence into one that can hold her hand rather than hold her down

quite often i approach the concept of reinvention with a quivering hand, unable to part ways from the comfort — or perhaps the codependency — of that familiarity.

but eventually i took a step back and realised, there is no shame in finding freedom in what already feels right . after all, our souls are not dependant on this realm or this body, our consciousness is an ever expanding universe on its own, and our power to wield it is something that we have grown to understand and control in a way that allows us to live the lives we truly desire.. that’s all that this dr represents for me.

a life that i truly desire.

i’m not that different here, i have the same name, the same birthday, the same family. but it would be a lie to say everything stays the same.

i do admit to changing my appearance a bit, i’m nothing if not a perfectionist and whilst i do think my features have potential, i actually reach said potential in this reality. my upbringing has been revitalised to be something that enriched me rather than keeping me sheltered. my parental unit is less overbearing and more understanding, my brother is less of a jerk and more of a friend, my family relationships are less immature and more genuine.

i revise my failures in education, i revise my anxieties around success and the fear of that success being unreachable, i revise my health, my athleticism, my willpower and the general energy i have throughout the day to achieve everything that i wish to accomplish, everything that i could not bring myself to take a step towards in my previous reality.

my passions aren’t shamed here, they are encouraged. not just with the wary caution of a simple hobby but rather as an actual proper lifestyle, a feasible choice to make for a career, a skill that is supported as something from which i can make a name for myself.

and in this growth, in this metamorphosis, i find stability and comfort in not just my family but also my friends — people that i lost contact with, people that i drifted away from, people that i couldn’t bring myself to keep close because of the shame in my own progression or lack thereof — i’m not an aspect of shame, i never was, i know what i deserve and what i’m capable of and in this reality, i am all those things.

that’s why this is home, even after i break out of the cocoon and open my eyes in a world that’s familiar, it will also be different, because i’ll be different — no longer experiencing the slow sluggish state of what once was, for i now have a marvellous symmetry of splendour that holds me high, the equilibrium of my reality, where the scales finally tipped in my favour, levelling out to be amiably sound, with every flap of a butterfly’s wing.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ sugar heart cookies

it’s an inexplicable pull, an intangible tug on the heartstrings, a firm grip, a gentle ache, a deep longing. you can’t help but feel that there is something more out there for you, that there is someone more. someone that feels less like a piece and more like a whole person. someone who won’t complete you, but will help you complete yourself. two halves of a heart leaves you vulnerable when you’re apart, but when it’s two hearts beating alongside each other, the only thing left is to hold onto you

he sat beside me in his mother’s car. we were six (me) and eight (him). he sat in the drivers seat while his mother went inside the house to pick up a few things before taking the three of us (his little sister sat in the back) to a gathering of family friends.

his mother had bought us britannia little hearts. i can still remember the minuscule sugar crystals stuck to the tips of my small fingers while i dove inside the aluminium cover every few seconds to reach for the next tiny biscuit.

he asked me where i was that day — i’d stayed home from school because i felt unwell — when i told him, his first reaction was to nag me : “you know, if you’re sick, you shouldn’t be eating these. this is pure sugar.”

“yeah but i don’t want to listen to you!” — i was .. never really good at listening to people, especially not cute boys who were a little older than me.

he always seemed a bit uptight, but i guess i forgot how much he cared. because i can’t remember what happened two years later, during my last day in my old school. i remember crying, and i remember being comforted by people. but i guess i forgot that one of those people was him. i guess i forgot that he told me “it’ll be alright. i’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.”

it took us ten years but we got there.

this time, he was upstairs, in the house that was hosting a dinner among friends. i was distracted by my brother’s antics, one foot inside the threshold past the door and one foot on the pavement outside. with a flick of my head, my gaze turned up, up past the stairs in front of the door, up to the railing on the second level, a lookout point for the entrance.

he was leaning against the railing, blue button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, taking a quick glance to his side before doing a double take.

the silence felt like the calm before a pattering evening of rainfall, where you can feel the change in your future from the way the air seems electrified, from the way the clouds seems to churn around each other, like they’re brewing together, ready to erupt and explode into thunder, like the way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

he seemed familiar, he seemed important, he seemed to be everything i could ever ask for and i didn’t know why the sirens were singing in my skull but i knew in my gut he was meant to be important to me. i knew he was meant to be somebody.

it took me a second to look away, but that entire night, and every night that followed, and every day that came along with it, i can’t ever forget the sugar crystal glimmers of light in his eyes. and for every moment to come, i’ll hold the little heart biscuits of our love in the palm of my hands, because i’m not someone who listens to people very well, i don’t care if i’m not allowed, i want them . i want him.

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this dr is very near and dear to my heart and i can’t even begin to put everything i wanna say about it into one post so .. there will be more abt this dr

it’s literally home. it’s my life.

i’m so grateful for it xx

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