I Say I Shift For Comfort And To Live My Dream Life And Then Script In My Mental Issues . I Would Ask

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉 . my waiting room, if you even care . . .

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A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

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             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

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i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

shifting is for the people who can't fathom living in a world where children are bombed, governments let their civilians sleep on the street because of money, a world in which civilians spend the day hungry while greedy leader host banquets. it is for those whose heart aches seeing children being amputated without anesthesia, having to work in coal mine or in tissue factories because western power had to spread their nasty ideologies everywhere. it is for people who don't want to live in a world in which people have hatred based on race and think of themselves as superior because of theirs. it is for those who appreciate love and cannot fathom one's love being deemed as unpure or the reason why they should receive divine punishment. it is for those who support freedom and cannot stand the incapacity of women being able to navigate in this world without the fear of being raped or killed, and not being able to stand next to a window. for those who can stand male, female, men and women being arbitrary category based on a hasard, it being their only choice and being used as a scapegoat for any problem under the sun because they chose to live as their free selves. it is for those who cannot stand the idea that your monetary status can hinder your opportunities, stops you from being safe, from eating, being educated and achieving your dream. a world where if you're disabled you're isolated because the world is not made accessible for you. this is such a mean world and i refuse to believe that we have accepted all of those things as normal and immuable, things set in stone and that it will never change, this is not the world i wish to spend my 20s, raise my children and grow old in.

making intro posts are so difficult 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i write about shifting in my physical diary because there’s no reason i would ever stop being a shifter and i have no reason to be embarrassed about leaving a record. it’s what consumes most of my thoughts anyway

little shifting motivation if you will but as long as you keep persisting the physical shift can literally happen at any second

you could be shitting then bam youre in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse...

how it feels making pinterest boards for unscripted drs

writes his little plans about achieving immortality with his unicorn glitter pen. i see you tom. i get you .

the coolest has just called me cool. i love YOU

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

fuck high level physics what the hell was i thinking . What Was I Thinking. the academic failure is so bad i am debating making a dr where everything in my life is the same but i am a god at physics just to have that sweet sweet academic validation. why tf am i learning special relativity in high school. tf is induction. i hate kinetics. what is going on. This is why i shift. Fuck everything