#feel free to reblog and take and spread the love y'all

[riskybusiness-buddie]

good morning y'all! xoxo

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hey y'all I know we hate on affirmations (and by y'all I mean myself because so many of them are like "I love myself sooooo muchhhh 🎀" and it feels fake as shit and I hate it) but like honestly ive been trying to find ways to help myself cope with fuck ass moral OCD cause ya know it makes my life horrible and its been kind of fun to think of affirmations. its nice to have time to be mindful of what im writing down as well because ocd is a disorder that seeks reassurance and so just getting reassurance doesn't really do much in the long run. anyways here's what ive written in my journal so far !!

my actions do not have malicious intent

I am not the root of injustice

I spread kindness

I am allowed to enjoy things

obviously like its great to be mindful of the injustice in the world and to be conscious of the things you buy and spend money and etc etc but as someone with OCD its not a disorder where these thoughts of "you shouldn't have bought this and you should have reblogged that activism post" are helpful and mindful. these thoughts are internally destructive and they just create such horrible spirals because ill buy a nice piece of clothing and thing "wow I shouldn't have bought that someone else could've wanted this more than me and i'm a bad person for taking this opportunity away from someone" or like today I saw lots of homeless people because I was in the city and I thought "if that homeless person asked me to go into the store and buy him a water bottle I dont know what I would do because if I bought a water bottle it would be plastic and then I would be contributing to the spread of micro plastics and the deterioration of our environment but if I DIDNT buy the water then I would be a horrible person for not helping this homeless man" and so I guess my point is affirmations might not be true for every single person. someone with a shopping addiction shouldn't be like "hey its okay im allowed to enjoy things im excusing my addiction to spending money on clothes" but someone with OCD who struggles with these kinds of thoughts might really benefit from these kinds of affirmations. OKAY THAT WAS SUCH A RAMBLE. im not going to apologize cause its my blog and I can post whatever I want teehee but I do want to say that I think this blog might have more frequent posts about my mental health specifically OCD. not anything really depressing but things that are educational so if you dont want to see that and you just want your dash to be a fun thing where you look at fan art and stuff feel free to unfollow cause you have free will !! okay bye guys

[lollipopsub]

lollipopsub: Utsukushii Kare (S2E1) [ENG SUB]

Y'all I finally did it.

The first episode of Utsukushii Kare Season 2 with English subtitles by me.

Link:

I have also reuploaded all of season 1 onto here, so if anyone is up for marathons, go ahead!

Feel free to reblog, share & use my subs as you like (except retranslating/take without credit) as I’m just hoping to help spread my love for the show to more people!

I hope you enjoy!!

disclaimer: i’m not a native speaker in neither English or Japanese, but I do hold JLPT1 and a degree in translating. My subs are not perfect and may contain minor mistakes.

[ladyimaginarium]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Use your intuition & scroll to the bottom to receive your message based on this lovely spread by Labyrinthos using Death to focus my& thoughts for the collective for the Full Moon in Scorpio as a correspondence!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: take what resonates, leave the rest of what doesn't & don't force anything if it doesn't fit your situation, keep in mind that energy and outcomes can always change & nothing is forever set in stone, you have free will in every choice you make !! keep in mind that this is a general collective reading so the messages here may not apply to everyone. as a general message: my readings are for entertainment purposes only and don't replace professional medical/legal/business help. feedback and a review after a reading is given, whether public or private, is obligatory. you can do that by reblogging, dming or emailing us privately on the matter. if you do not provide this, you will be added to my greylist and won't be given anymore readings, free or paid, until you give feedback which you can fill out in the form listed down below. don't just leave this in the likes, reblog and support your tarot readers, my time and labour aren't for free. while it isn't necessary, if you'd like to tip, my paypal's below. I have personal paid readings available which you can fill out the form below so tips, bookings & feedback are highly appreciated considering i plan to do this for a living! Happy Lesbian Visibility Week, Autism Awareness & Acceptance Month and Chag Sameach / Happy Passover to all my fellow Jews who celebrate !!

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𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝: Killstar ( Memento Mori ) Tarot.

Death: This represents the Full Moon energy. I feel like a lot of y'all are willing to put in the work for something or someone, because Scorpio is intense. Y'all could be witches, have one or more of the psionic clair senses or at the very least intrigued in the morbid, grotesque and occult. The number 13 could be significant. You yourself could have Scorpio in your chart. Maybe you watch horror movies. I feel like you'll be evolving and dying a metaphorical death and morphing into something better.

Judgement: I& feel like this card is very literal and I'm& not playin' w/ y'all when I& say this. Y'all really gotta stop judging yourselves & if this applies, judging other people. I& might be calling you out here bluntly here but I'm& giving you the truth. I'm& not even joking when I& say this but for at least some of y'all you could be the type of person to feel bad or insecure about yourself then lash out at people who're literally just trying their best with the knowledge they have and quite frankly that's not cool, y'all. It's okay to have insecurities about yourself but you don't get to turn around and make that other people's problem for your own shit. I& know that applies to at least some people so that's why I& felt called to say it, it won't apply to everyone. If it doesn't apply, let it fly like I& always say. Whether you're judging yourself and/or other people, you've gotta let that go in order to grow. Now, I'm& not saying this is gonna happen overnight or that you have to get rid of a trait completely, and I& technically can't tell you what to do, I'm& on the other side of your screen, but I& implore you to look at other people and ask yourself if you do the exact same thing they say and/or do, there's nothing wrong with reflecting on and evaluating yourself. For the people who're too hard on themselves, Judgement can represent self reflection and I& feel like for a lot of you, y'all gotta get outside your heads and find some way to ground yourself and change something in your environment, whether small or big. You could have a spirit guide or a deity or maybe even an ancestor who's willing to help you and I& get that vibe from the skeleton on the ground looking to the clouds to see two skeletons watching over the one on the ground, one with a horn blowing and the other watching with wings. Maybe this is more than one deity, spirit guide or ancestor. The number 20 could be significant, and Judgment represents the Fire element so Aries, Leo & Sagittarius could be significant. Straight to the point.

Temperance: Just like the last card, I& feel like you've been putting way too much pressure on yourself and/or other people and I'm& taking this card very literally. I& feel like you're going to start being patient with yourself and understand that not everything is gonna happen overnight and you can't expect yourself to, either. I& feel like this is coming from some kind of breaking point that's either happened or is about to happen. I& just ask that you be kind to yourself and to other people if that applies. Maybe you have an ancestor, a spirit guide or a deity who may want to help you, especially when you notice this figure in the sky with wings above the mountains and above the sky. The number 14 could be significant, Temperance is ruled by Sagittarius so that may be significant, either you yourself could have those placements or someone you know may have those placements. This is pretty relatively straightforward.

The Tower: Oh y'all... The Tower represents a massive change, an upheaval, a catastrophe, a revelation or sometimes even trauma. The question at hand was, what must be crossed in order for this rebirth to happen. Some shit is about to go down. I& genuinely don't know what this is, this could be different for all of you. Maybe this has already happened to you or you feel like it's about to. With the eye and the crown above it, I& feel as if this is fated to happen in your life, whatever this is. Just understand that The Tower is always built on an unsteady foundation and The Tower wouldn't come out unless if your situation or whatever this is for you was build on a steady foundation. It's okay to let a perceived notion that no longer serves you behind. It's okay to let go of a mindset or beliefs or people that don't serve you or your highest good. I& need y'all to know that there's always another better Tower built after. The number 16 could be significant, the Tower is ruled by Aries so that could be significant, whether you have those placements or someone you know does. This reading is all very straightforward and blunt like Scorpio can oftentimes be. Whether you accept the advice or not if it resonates is entirely up to you. This reading isn't light compared to previous readings but I'm& a tarot reader that gives you what you Need to hear, not what you Want to hear, those are two very different things and quite frankly I'm& not the type of person to condone someone's bullshit if it applies. With that said, thank you for being here & for existing, and see ya in the next reading!

[imastarokay]

Chapter 16 of my Romione Fic: When a Rose is met with a Thorn:

Current word count: 42,566

Here's the Summary:

What if Hermione was the one who left during the Deathly Hallows, and never came back? What if the war never ended and things just got worse for 16 years until one fateful day, when it did end, and Hermione knew she had to come back?

Rose Granger, a fifteen-year-old girl has to deal with her mother's constant secrecy and abnormalities. Her mother is not like other mothers, hell she isn't like anyone she's ever met. It never all pieced together until now. What will happen when Rose investigates her mother's past and discovers secrets too otherworldly to be true?

Snip-pit from chapter:

"Well, Hermione, if you're aiming for Minister of Magic, can I put in a request for a spell that helps me remember where I left my wand? I swear, I've got a talent for misplacing it," Ron teased, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Hermione laughed, the sound a delightful blend of amusement and awe. "I'll see what I can do." Their shared laughter filled the room, with a spark. A comfortable silence settled between them. Ron's gaze met Hermione's, and at that moment, the air seemed charged with unspoken feelings. Hermione moved closer to him, taking his face in her hands and moving her lips towards his.

Before she could finish her motion, the door creaked open, revealing Mr. Granger. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him – Ron and Hermione standing close, the lingering laughter in the air, and the undeniable tension.

Click to read my fic

Note from the author: so sorry for the late update I'm finally done with supposedly the busiest quarter of my scholarly life, I should update more frequently now that my schedule is free.

I hope y'all enjoy it if you choose to read it. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. I also love and enjoy responding to comments on ao3, they make my day, and I love interacting with y'all. As always, have the best time of your life.

[optimus-prime-advice]

Intro Post

Above the cut will address the blog and what is and isn't allowed. Everything below the cut will be about the guy who runs this blog.

So this blog exists to provide friendly and kindhearted advice, motivation, and positivity via the written voice of the fictional character Optimus Prime from Transformers. Everything is written by a normal, average guy without any professional background, and therefore a limit is set on what is and isn't going to be on this blog.

Anything which requires a licensed professional will not be addressed, and any asks, reblogs, or submissions regarding such subjects will be deleted, or reported to the proper authorities if necessary. Please reach out to licensed professionals with your concerns.

Basic coping techniques applicable to general everyday issues will be mentioned.

The blog will address average daily problems such as loneliness, curating personal environments, relationships (mainly platonic and familial), life maintenance, self care, self maintenance, etc.

Positivity is welcome. Negativity is not. Though I don't expect any, if hate is sent or spread, it will be disregarded entirely and deleted.

Expect uplifting Transformers memes and art. This is a blog geared towards happy things regarding Transformers in all adaptations.

Feel free to send asks to seek advice regarding any situation within the guidelines above.

This is an LGBT+ friendly space. Feel free to ask anything regarding advice, issues, assurance, etc. for LGBT+ problems and identities. And and all hate geared toward these posts will be disregarded and deleted when possible. All LGBT+ haters will be blocked without interaction given. Don't feed the hate, share the love.

Donation or crowdfunding posts will not be shared or posted on this blog. They often contribute to anxiety, and therefore are counterproductive to the purpose of this blog.

Currently rant posts without the intent to seek advice are not permitted. I might eventually allow them but I will tag them accordingly if so. For right now, though, I will only reply to a rant if the end goal of said rant is to seek advice or motivation regarding the situation or subject.

Trigger warnings will be tagged accordingly. Each one will be tagged as "tw (word)" with (word) being the subject matter. If there's a trigger warning you'd like added within reason, or if I missed one, please feel free to send a message or ask with the post link if applicable, and I'll add it! I do have ADHD and it's quite easy for me to miss a tag sometimes, but I do my best to make sure I don't forget them for serious subjects.

Political subjects and matters will not be discussed or shared here unless the intent is to seek assurance and positivity, and such posts will be tagged as "tw political". It's no secret the constant stream of world issues and being subjected to them nonstop has a major negative impact on mental health. This blog aims to be a positive impact on mental wellness and health, and will therefore be avoiding all politics and political matters which have zero intentions of seeking a positive

I hope to have lots of fun and shared positivity with you guys, and provide everyone with some joy from the best fictional robot dad around!

Ok so here's some stuff about me, the man the dude the cat dad, who's behind the blog.

Hey y'all! I'm Magnus Hjaelmar! I'm a trans FTM gay author and artist! I'm on Cara if you like art. For writing, I'm on Facebook because there really ain't that many options for original fiction at all.

I live in the USA, and have a cat son named Patron. This is him.

This baby man helps me lots with my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. Every time something's wrong, Patron is right there to make it better. He's a rescue from the streets of the city I live in a suburb of. He's also got anxiety and depression, and Patron always needs someone there with him or he gets supremely rambunctious to relieve his nervous energy. I could spend my lifetime taking about how purrfect and great my big chonky Patron is, more so than I could ever talk about myself. He, as of writing this, is 20lbs of fluffy love.

I met him at an adoption event where every cat was a kitten except for Patron and one other. And nobody at all was looking at this boy. I learned he'd been there longest of all, 2 years, and poor Patron was lying sad and disinterested inside his cage. I asked to see him, and immediately Patron perked up. I went to hug him, and the shelter was utterly astounded as he lay in my arms contently because, apparently, the boy hated being held! Of course I brought him home moments later, and he's been king of the house ever since!

I myself am disabled and autistic. I used to do MMA for 13 years consistently, up until the chronic pain caused by arthritis and lupus took over.

The pain has caused a major dip in my mental health, for which I'm getting help with. Thus, I wanted a positive space for myself to promote happiness and love. In the pursuit to create this, I figured why not make it a blog and share that love with others? Thus, this blog was born!!

Uhh... the only other thing y'all gotta know about me is that I'm a metalhead supreme, LARPer, and RPG player in videogame and tabletop formats! You'll find me any average day dressed in all black with chains, gauntlets, Mjolnir, a tattered jean vest covered in metal band patches, cargo shorts/pants or a battle kilt, all while I'm probably outside to grab mac and cheese at some random unholy hour.

Anyway, yeah! That's me! And my son! Welcome to the blog, and I hope to bring some joy and happiness to your lives!!

[fleursetrebellion]

So there's been some very inflammatory discourse about that "Spotify wrapped releasing early to take attention away from a holiday dedicated to Palestine, which was planned as a day to discuss Palestine online" post. I reblogged it, but it seems like it got some facts wrong, and probably there wasn't any foul play with Spotify Wrapped. Some folks are saying it was kind of dumb. And like honestly, fair, because on reflection it does sound kinda silly. Even though it IS true that Daniel Ek (owner of Spotify) is a war profiteer. Like I imagine that people see a pro-Palestine post from a Palestinian user and think, "Yeah, okay, that seems important". But turns out this one was wrong, and fair, we all probably should have checked the claim a little more. The OP has turned off reblogs and deleted the post (after a lot of harassment, because we live in hell).

I'll say though, I do feel like people are being needlessly dismissive about Jewish people calling out the conspiratorial / antisemitic tone that some people are talking in. Daniel Ek isn't Jewish, and he is actually financially supporting American wars, but the things people have been saying about him and some others reeks of "crypto-judaism" logic. Not everyone is a secret Zionist. And like don't get me wrong, it is true that capitalism and colonialism have a "ruling class", and members of it often work together to screw people over and silence resistance. The surveillance state is real, and so is government and corporate propaganda, and domestic counter-intelligence. So it's all the MORE important to be mindful of accidentally slipping from healthy critique of power into a conspiratorial milieau, which is itself inherently antisemitic.

Also though y'all ... talking about the importance of attention, and the attention economy, is not "admitting your activism is performative". Americans famously have no attention span with activism and protest. We can't sustain it to save our lives. Not least of all because our lives are filled with tech companies actively trying to monopolize our attention for normal business reasons. Our status quo has SO much momentum. So yes, it is fair to ask Americans not to let the moment overshadow the movement.

ALSO. Also. For the love of god. Non-Arab gentiles, we truly do not need to be sending comments in the replies / asks of Palestinian and Jewish strangers about... any of this tbh. They are going through enough already right now. It's truly disgusting that a Palestinian user got so much harassment from self-proclaimed leftists for posting about the ongoing genocide of their family and their people, even if their post was factually incorrect. They've been mourning new deaths every day for months. Cut them a break. And in general, we don't need to make Jews "prove" their anti-zionism, and we don't need every Palestinian to be the face of some movement. If we try hard, we can stay in our lanes for 1 second, I promise.

Anyway the real point of this post is that I admit fault in spreading misinformation, and want to participate in communally correct ourselves in various ways. My bad, sorry.

Free Palestine and protect Jewish people. 🇵🇸

[shujishakes]

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My biggest rule

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❥ I write from the perspective I'm most comfortable with, which is fem!reader, using she/her pronouns (when used), female anatomy, and feminine pet names. As well, reader might be described as short. (I have only lived my life as a tiny bitch, I don't know what it's like to not have to look up at someone that isn't a child, lol) ♡I am working on getting more comfortable with gn!reader, especially for fluff. I just don't want to mark something as gn and accidently upset someone because I describe something wrong. So, for now I'm sticking to fem!reader.

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[freezerburn-week]

Freezerburn Week 2021

Hey y'all it's finally time to announce this years prompts! I look forward to seeing everything y'all come up with! Let's spread all the love and positivity for this beautiful ship 💙💛💙💛

Freezerburn Week will be taking place:

November 4 - November 10

The prompts are:

Day 1: Family

Day 2: Sick Day

Day 3: Melting

Day 4: Game Night

Day 5: Medieval AU

Day 6: Grimm

Day 7: Free Day

Any type of media is allowed! Fan Art, Fan fiction, AMV, Playlists, Cosplay, or whatever else you wanna do!!! Although keep in mind that Freezerburn Week is for fans of all ages! So please, no nsfw. The tag we’ll be using is #freezerburnweek again or you could just @ us directly. Whatever works. If you have any questions at all please feel free to send an ask. Thank you all for your unwavering support!! Y’all are amazing!!! Love ya!!! 💛💙💛💙💛💙

Please Reblog And Spread The Word!!!

[fangirltothefullest]

Soft reminder as the end of October draws near that I'll be participating in No Art November to bring awareness to the lack of reblogging on this site because I give all of my art here for free and the least y'all can do is reblog it when I post it.

Art is not actually free and it's a privilege for all of you to get it without a paywall considering it takes a lot of time and effort. Most of my pieces take hours to make. You say you love my artwork and style and enjoy it very much, then as payment to me, please reblog it. It literally only takes a second of your time you don't even have to comment.

If it doesn't spread then no one sees it. If no one sees it then my work is basically only viewed by maybe 50 people if I'm being generous, and that tells me people don't like it. That doesn't help me at all. I've been in this fandom for years and people are only now realizing I exist because once in a blue moon my post actually gets reblogged.

I dont like to brag because I'm sure a lot of them are old abandoned blogs but i think this is important to talk about- I have over 21,000 followers and the most notes at any given day I get on anything is MAYBE 3000 if I really push to get people to see it and even then only 500 to 800 or so of those notes will be reblog if I'm lucky, if I ask for it, if I plead and reblog my own artwork several times for more people to see.

I already did the hard work of the drawing, I shouldn't also have to spend half my day begging for reblogs on artworks that you're getting for free!

Please please understand that without reblog spreading it, my motivation tanks because I feel like I'm posting to a brick wall nobody cares about. Likes do nothing, reblog do everything and comments do even more. Nobody sees it if it's not reblogged, and nobody cares and if nobody cares I feel like I shouldn't bother posting.

If you want art, please reblog it.

So yeah. I won't be posting any art in November.

[sammystardust]

navigation + welcome ♡

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-- about me

hi yall! im a 20 y/o poc college student located tx. i absolutely adore greta van fleet and that is what this blog mainly centers around (though i may post/reblog the occasional other hyper fixations i have at that moment)! my main genres are angst and fluff so expect to see those mainly in my writings. all i want to do is spread some peace, love, + unity while sharing my works w yall so i hope you find whatever it is you are looking for in my blog!

that being said, i am a college student so my posting will probably be haphazard but i love to write and will do so as much as i can! feel free to reach out to me about anything and whatever! i am always open to chats w all of the peaceful army!

w love, b ♡

-- important disclaimers + links

♡ here is a link to my masterlist, which includes my works in progress as well! i will try to add my works as i post them + update it frequently! i am debating on making a fics recs page so you may see one soon

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♡ for all requests, there are boundaries that i set to my writing! to name a few of the main ones: incest, writing about their partners/families (i will usually just put fake names if they have an s/o in stories as i would like to respect their relationships), extreme kinks (if you're iffy, just pm me first!), etc. to each their own person, we all have certain areas that we don't include in our writings

♡ i don't consider my blog to be outwardly nsfw but i do have some 18+ content that i reblog and will sometimes have smut on my page! that being said, if i cannot see your age or you state you are a minor when you interact, you will be blocked!

♡ as well, if you are a danny anti, you are not welcome. i do not tolerate hate as i am trying to spread peace + love on this blog. i do not tolerate any racism/misogyny/bigotry/homophobia or any sort of hate and you will be promptly blocked if you exhibit any of those behaviors. we are all here to love another.

"relax, ease back in your seats and let the music take you wherever it does" -- j.denver ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[moodymidnightkitten]

Fangs and Flowers 1

Pairing: AU Garou x Fem! Reader

W/C: 1.6K+

Genre: Fluff (mostly building the setting)

Warnings!: slight swearing but not all that much

A/N: After 3+ months after my car accident I can confidently say I'm ready to get back into the game and I'm so happy that even over these months I'm blessed with Tumblr users who come to my dash and liked and reblog things, y'all have really kept me going and I love you for that, thank you. And if anyone needs any emotional help in regards to traumatic experiences please give me a shout, I know things can get scary sometimes but I will be here always, to listen whenever you need me.

psst heres my masterlist

Why is it that when you finally have everything figured out life just switches up on you. Landing yourself in a world you’re not too familiar with. You try not even thinking about how your father is going to feel when he’s learned that you seriously couldn’t control your powers this time. How were you even going to get back?

You’re a combination of powers from your mother and father, healing and universe traveling. A mix that made no sense but blended quite well together. Or so you and everyone you thought.

You looked around, the signs on buildings decorated with flowing symbols, those must be words. You looked at them longer, waiting for them to make sense to you, as it usually happens. A little backstory, your people are considered the be all kinds of people, the people who, in combination could do anything and everything but not one person was capable of doing everything themselves, most people, like yourself in your clan had a max of three, and that really depended on your lineage. Lucky enough for you, your parents and ancestors were the strongest in the clan, every first born naturally developing three abilities. And here you were, the first born waiting on your grandfather's power to radiate to and through you.

It took what felt like forever but it finally came to you, the sign slowly making sense in your mind.

“...C-ci-ty Z?” you squinted a bit. “City Z, interesting, it’s blocked off.” ignoring the other signs littering the way claiming it wasn’t safe, not possibly feeling as though where you are could threaten you, you walked through the gates, your long black cloak swaying as you walk through the quiet streets. You came to the conclusion after walking for five minutes that where you were in a desolate area, abandoned even, whatever happened here must’ve been serious.

“Absolutely wonderful, I should assume I won’t be home for awhile so this will probably be the best place for me to be for the time being, I can settle down here,” you said talking to yourself, pondering over all of your living possibilities, you kept your thoughts to yourself for now, finally coming to a stop in front of a tall grey building. You walk in and settle for the open apartment on the fourth floor, with two bedrooms and a spacious communal area, not that you needed all of the space, it was still nice.

You rummaged through the apartment, it was almost empty of food but the electricity and running water was working, odd but okay you thought to yourself. You came to the decision that you would need to go out and grab more things, get used to your new home for now. Luckily whoever was living here before was also a female of the same size, stature and taste. You pulled out a light beige dress with black lace trimming, it hugged your hips perfectly, you twirled in the mirror and loved how it blew out around you, a bit above the knees, airy but not too short. You also found a cute pair of beige flats that had a glossy overlay to them. No you looked like you really belonged.

You waltzed out of the apartment and back outside, where it was luckily still quiet out. Looking back to make sure to remember the building. You dangled the empty bag you grabbed before leaving by your side before coming up to the least damaged grocery building and restaurants. Everything fresh was still good thanks to the power that was maintained in the area. But you still grabbed as much as you could just in case, it was certainly more weight than you should carry but it wasn’t killing you. Grabbing food and basic first aid supplies as a generic thing, just in case, you didn’t know what kind of diseases or harm this place could do but it seems as though this first aide was something universal. Even though you could heal yourself, it has its limits, like everything does.

You easily got lost in thinking within yourself, taking in your new surroundings and enjoying everything you’re seeing, until you come up to a peculiar building, one intact except one thing, a body shaped hole in the side, weirded out but so highly intrigued you walked up to the building and placed the bags you were carrying by the building. Peering into it you could see the front of the building wasn’t doing as well as the back, You averted your eyes from the tops and to the sides of the building finally looking down to notice there in front of you was a man. Naturally you were startled but grew some confidence to finally submerge yourself into the building to get a closer look. You bent down, laying a hand on his back, he was breathing. That was good you thought, at least he is alive but not conscious, his heartbeat was still going too slow for comfort though.

As you started to channel your healing ability to the palm of your hand your eyes grazed over his body, beaten badly, he was decorated in cuts, scrapes, bruises and what lies beneath you’re more than sure is a couple of broken bones and an illness, everything was more than you could handle healing in one setting. So you took your time, you’re going to wait it out until he’s healed enough to awaken again. After a few minutes more of assessing the person beneath your hands you began to notice his odd features, from his spiked up white hair to the strained and tired but well built muscular figure, he seemed as though a man not to be reckoned with.

And there it was, after sitting with him for ten minutes you felt his heart rate pick up and a small cough, it startled you, causing you to fall back from your knees, your butt now on the ground. The man took a deep breath and pulled himself up onto his elbows, rolling himself over, face up to the ceiling now. You watched in awe, finally seeing the rest of him, the jawline and color of his eyes, how much worse he looked when you saw his face. He put a hand on his chest and fell into another coughing fit. You were just sitting still, unmoving, breathing quietly, waiting for him to notice another presence within the same space as him. He began to sit himself up, legs criss crossed underneath him, taking a deep breath. You noticed how his muscles tugged at the shirt that was tattered, how they flexed so beautifully you could mistake it for water flowing in a stream.

“What are you staring at?” he said quietly, with a tinge of annoyance dancing on every vowel.

“My apologies...I noticed you were hurt badly, where I come from I heal those in need…” You were nervous in the presence of this man, a man with such delicately beautiful looks it could put all the men from your clan in shame. You could hear the man click his tongue against his teeth, trying to stand up he just grunted loudly and sat back down.

“Then heal me dammit instead of just sitting there,” he hissed to you. Your mind racing a mile a minute, even when he’s hurt he’s still as venomous and powerful, his aura eating away at the beautifully crumbled atmosphere.

“I...I can only do so much in a certain period of time, I used up everything I had to even get you awake...but I can help you over to my living establishment and I can continue to help you there, I know I’m rambling but there is a lot wrong with your current state and would also like to heal you to the point of resolving all internal and external injuries.” He sat there in silence peering at you through the corner of his eyes, concentrating on your proposal. A small grin also spreading across his face, your heart jumped, this man was more than a singular force, he was the whole beast, a predator, a blush crept along your face, as new to this world as you are this was about to become an amazing ride and you couldn’t wait.

“Help me up,” his tone shifted from annoyed to less annoyed but welcoming. You scrambled to your feet, crouching alongside him as he lightly draped his arm on your shoulders, using your right arm and put it flat against his back to offer as much support as you could, a blush lacing across your cheekbones. As you two began to stand up you noticed his build in all its glory, he towered over your small and frail frame, putting weight on you, grunting with most motions to get himself onto his feet. He also understood the size difference between you both, he’s either feeling better standing or is holding in the pain in consideration of how much of him and his weight you can handle.

“My name is Garou by the way,” he muttered out softly and in between huffs of air.

“Mine is y/n, nice to meet you Garou...even under these circumstances..” You looked to the ground smiling, even without looking at him it was as if the feeling of him grinning with just boring into you. You two have made it out of the building and you grabbed your bags and threw them over the other shoulder that was free of the damaged and in pain predator Garou and started walking to your new home, the feeling of giddiness feeling like twinkling stars against your skin.

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Four Of Wands: You may be getting some goods news, y'all !! The Four Of Wands is generally a very happy card. Whatever this is, this is gonna be different for all of you, whether it's a reunion with an old friend, a lover or a family member you've been wanting to reconnect with, a success, going to a cool party or a cool place, maybe even for some of y'all I'm& getting that y'all could even be getting engaged or married & whatever this is, that's awesome !! I& feel like a lot of y'all feel like you won't deserve this, but I'm& telling you, you absolutely do. You don't need to "earn" happiness no matter what anybody tells you, that's your birthright. I& need you to cherish that moment, fuck the past, fuck the future, this is YOUR moment. This is pure happiness. You deserve this. Rejoice. India could be significant to you, Indian culture could be significant to you, you yourself could be Indian or have Indian ancestry, the deity Mohini (the only female avatar of the deity Vishnu) and Aravan (he appears in the Hindu epic Mahabharata, the son of Pandava prince Arjuna one of the main heroes of Mahabharata & the Naga princess Ulupi, he is the central deity of the religion of Kuttantavar & plays a major role in the sect of Draupadi, he's worshipped in the form of his severed head as an offering to the goddess Kali to ensure the success of the Pandavas & is believed to cure diseases & induce pregnancy in childless women, & is worshipped as a village deity, a patron god of well known trans and/or intersex and/or eunuch communities in India called Alis, Aravani in Tamil & Hijra throughout South Asia such as India, Pakistan, Bangladesh & Nepal although the Hijra community in India prefer to call themselves Kinnar or Kinner while in Pakistan, they are called Khawaja Sira, that originated in ancient Hinduism & evolved during the Delhi Sultanate from 1226-1526 to the Mughal Empire from 1526-1707 where they were servants for elite households, manual laborers, military commanders, political advisors, & guardians of the harem, most of whom are AMAB though occasionally intersex & have a feminine gender expression; on the night before the battle, Aravan expressed a desire to get married before he died, no woman was willing to marry a man doomed to die in a few hours, so Mohini married him, hijras claim Aravan as their progenitor and call themselves aravanis) could be significant (I&... IF THIS APPLIES TO A LOVE SITUATION ARE Y'ALL T4T), you yourself could be a Hijra, you could be Hindu or follow deities from Hinduism. The number 4 could be significant, but then again, this IS the 4th month of the year. The Suit of Wands represents the Fire element so Aries, Sagittarius & Leo could be important. Whatever it is, have fun !

The Moon: This is extremely ironic considering this question represents the moon & your subconscious. I& feel like you may have a lot of hidden feelings about this situation or a person. I& think you spent so long thinking everything isn't going to work out that when finally something or someone that does come around that makes you happy, you're afraid. I& feel like for a lot of y'all, y'all are some real melancholic anguished people. Maybe it's because of a past wound, a mistake, insecurity or for some of you maybe even a trauma that tells you don't deserve happiness especially regarding this situation or you feel like it's gonna be torn & ripped away from you & that's honestly really sad. You deserve to feel good about yourself & your life. I& ironically enough get a lot of traumatized people who come to my& readings & I'm& a DID system so that shouldn't be too surprising, I& guess. The number 18 could be significant, whether it's a day, a lifepath or a birthday. Japan could be significant, Japanese culture could be significant, you yourself could be Japanese or have Japanese heritage yourself, the Princess Kaguya from either traditional Japanese folklore and/or Naruto could be significant, tanukis could be significant, too. The Moon is ruled by Cancer so you could be a Cancerian or have those placements.

King Of Cups: You need to address your compassion for yourselves my& loves. See, how this story goes with the Boy & The Dragon Pearl is that this fierce, powerful dragon was once a little boy. I& think you have to delve into your past wounds & ask yourself why you feel this way & why you feel the ways that you do. Dragons are highly sacred creatures in Chinese mythology & they are powerful & wise, but instead of controlling & breathing fire like their Western counterparts, these dragons manipulate water. Your consciousness wants you to address your life & what brought you here & have patience & compassion for yourself above all else. You already have the potential to become this glorious dragon. You deserve devotion, loyalty, & faithfulness & generosity towards yourself & if you have a partner or for the ones who could be getting engaged or married, let them in. If they love you, they'll be there. You don't have to do this alone anymore. Let this person (or people) help you. China could be significant, Chinese culture could be significant, you yourself could be Chinese and/or have Chinese ancestry, dragons may be significant to you, you or someone significant to you could've been born on the Year of The Dragon (1940, 1952, 1964, 1976, 1988, 2000, 2012, for some people I'm getting you or someone you know could even be pregnant & your baby or the baby of someone you know will be born in 2024) you yourself could be dragonkin if you resonate with the otherkin or alterhuman label, if you're a system you could have dragon system members, and the Suit of Cups controls the Water element so Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces may be significant, which is ironic because I'm& both a Cancerian & a Dragon so I& needed that too, ehehe.

The Tower: This just confirmed my& suspicions, yeah. The Tower represents a massive change, an upheaval, a catastrophe, a revelation or sometimes even trauma. I& feel like for a lot of you, you need to let whatever this traumatic incident go in order to advance in your life. Believe me&, I& know how hard that is, I'm& not saying this is gonna happen overnight, & this isn't me& saying "shut up & get over it", this is me& saying "if you're going to see everyone the way you did this situation, it's not going to end well & you may end up pushing people who are genuinely trying to help you away" but you're going to need to at least try & work on whatever this incident was. Whatever it was, this was unfair to you & it didn't deserve to happen to you. It's okay to leave this behind so you can move forward in your life. But you don't have to face this alone, okay? There are people who are willing to help you. If you need it & have the means, contact a therapist and/or a medical professional. The number 16 could be significant, the Tower is ruled by Aries so that could be significant which is ironic because this is Aries season, Germany may be significant to you, German culture could be significant, you yourself could be German or have German ancestry, the Princess Rapunzel could be significant as well (for some of you, maybe you even have long hair, whether it's natural or wigs ehehe!), I'm& getting for some of y'all, the movie Tangled could be significant & it may have some subliminal messages for you.

The Sun: With the tower crumbling down, the sun will always rise again & again. You can begin a new life for yourself. As Ethel Cain once said, "if it's meant to be, it will be". I& know it's hard but you can do it. Your path can have illumination, satisfaction, optimism & enthusiasm. You can feel joy again. Everything is going to be okay. The number 19 could be significant to you, Egypt could be significant to you, Egyptian culture may be significant, you yourself could be Egyptian, the Egyptian sun deity Ra could be significant or you may even work with him as a devotee or he may be reaching out to you & want to work with you, you yourself could be a Kemetic.

The Hierophant: The Sun, Moon, Past & Future want you to know that you have to balance yourself in order to walk this new path & grow from your experiences. The Hierophant represents tradition, compassion & legacy; there is a place for everyone & everyone has a place in the world. I& can confirm this. As an indigenous person, I've& been taught by my& elders that everyone & everything has a place in the world. Connect to your community & likeminded people, connect (or reconnect if applicable) to your culture(s) & if you have a faith with a spiritual leader that you trust, seek their advice. Help people out & especially those in need if you have the means to do so. Let your loved ones know you love them & how much they mean to you. The number 5 could be significant, you yourself could be indigenous to Turtle Island / North America or have indigenous ancestry (hi bestie!!!!), some of you may be Lakota yourselves, & the White Buffalo Woman could be significant to you. If you're Native, do me& a favor & smudge the shit out of your space besties. For the rest of you, protect Native women & hold Native girls, women & Two Spirits in your hearts.

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Alrighty folks!! Hi what's good I have decided it's that time again for me to open up my offer to compliment everyone else's self ships again!! I have not done it in a while but I would like to spread some positivity so let's do this!!

The way it works is you can just go ahead and reblog this post with a little gush about your ship (or send me an ask if you'd rather be anon!!), just tell me about you guys and your dynamic! Maybe add some pictures of your f/o(s) if you would like!! Just consider it a big free gush pass and the longer the better!!! And then I will gush back at you about your ship based on what I know and tell you how adorable you are together and what I love about your dynamic! And it's as simple as that :) so if you're interested in having me just say nice things about you and your loves feel free to hop on!!! Open for any type of f/o and for non-mutuals! I'll probably leave this open for a few days and may take a while to get to everyone but I'll let y'all know when I'm closing submissions :)

[missdawnandherdusk]

Country Girl

Muggle!Reader X Draco 

London Boy

Summary: Draco has your heart and you have his, a muggle and a wizard, but what happens when you take him home... to America, to your very muggle parents, and your very muggle small town? 

A/n: As promised here is some ridiculous fluff and shenanigans between these two dorks. Also, this gets very southern very quickly, so as a disclaimer: none of this is meant to offend anyone at all, it’s just simple writing fun. I know a lot of you come to Tumblr to destress from the news, so this is free from current events and can even be seen written around circa 2010 if you want. I love you all and let me know what you think because I love being validated your comments and reblogs

“Um, do you maybe want to come with me back home?” The question was timid as it left my lips.

“To America?” He raised an eyebrow looking up from his workstation where he was currently brewing Amorentia—not that he used it, but it brought comfort to me and worked surpassingly well in a diffuser.

“To put it broadly, yes.” I smiled, knowing he had no idea how expansive America really was. “I’m off for the summer and my parents have been nagging me nonstop to meet you, and well it’s home,” Shrugging I hopped up on his desk and he eyed me warily, moving some things out of my way.

“How long?”

“Well I suppose you could apparate back any time you like, but...”

“How long?” He pressed again.

“A week?” I was almost afraid of his reaction.

Not that I was afraid of him, but I knew him well. He liked order. He like routine. Everything had a place and he preferred it if it stayed in that place. Which included him, in London.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I know it’s a lot. Muggle parents, Muggle girlfriend, America...” I trailed off looking down. “Just thought I’d offer.”

“Love,” he tilted my chin up. “If you want me to go with you to meet your parents, I suppose I can manage a week,” he smiled.

Happiness fluttered in my chest as I threw my arms around him.

“Careful dear,” he scolded, easily pulling me into his arms, carrying me. “This stuff takes forever to wear off and I’d rather not have you drugged for the next few hours.”

“Could be fun,” I giggled, nuzzling into his neck.

“You say that now,” he chided, a smile evident on his face. 

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“Now, they don’t know that you’re a wiz,” You reminded him. “And I’d rather not have to obliviate my parents, so if you could— “

“You act like I’m a teenager Y/n, I’m not stupid,” Draco rolled his eyes. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. A challenge.

“And, a very fair warning: I am very...posh compared to my parents,”

Draco laughed; the word so unfamiliar to your lips and your American accent. Nor could he imagine in any way that someone would regard you as posh. He loved you, of course, but a lady was something you were not—not that he didn’t treat you like one, but that was beside the point.

But nothing you said could ever prepare him for what waited at your doorstep. Not the hours on a flight. Not the ride back in another muggle car. Not the songs on the radio. Not the conversations he had with Hermione and Harry unbeknownst to you.

“Pumpkin!” An older man in a buttoned-up flannel pulled you into his arms. His drawl was thick, making yours sound almost normal. “You are too pale darlin’ ain’t enough sun over there in England,” he chided, a huge smile on his face.

“Oh nonsense,” your mother replied, her drawl having more of a twang. “She’s just fine. Our little Georgia peach,” You face went a little pink as you blushed.

“Momma, Daddy, this is Draco,” he heard more of a drawl slip into your words and Merlin was he in trouble.

“The Brit,” your father scrutinized him for a moment before the smile returned. “Pleasure to meet you son,” he held out his hand.

“The pleasure is mine, I assure you,” Draco almost purred, shaking your father’s hand. 

“Oh Lord, hear that accent,” your mother fawned. “No wonder you fell for him, Y/n,”

“Mom,” you whined, turning a shade of red.

“Well come in you two, you must be exhausted from the flight.”

Draco should have taken your warnings more seriously. Maybe you should have eased him into more. Because a very Muggle farmhouse in the middle of the country with your very American parents was something he was not prepared for.

The floorboards creaked under his socks—shoes left by the front door—as pictures hung on the wall, a lot of them of you in various childhood phases: fishing, in trees, driving your beloved Jeep, posing next to a dead stag—that one made Draco snort, if only Harry knew. There were also tiny little ‘t’s all over the wall that Draco just didn’t understand the meaning of. Were they to ward something off? Was it a collection? Did they stand for some name he wasn’t aware of?

“Y/n, you go on with your mom and fix up dinner,” Your father nodded you two off to the kitchen.

“Dad,” You warned, a familiar look in your eyes.

“You worry too much.” Your dad shook his head. “Now, go on,”

You paused a moment, your stubborn streak flaring before you disappeared into the house, leaving Draco alone with your father, feeling quite anxious.

“Come on in, boy, sit on down and tell me about yourself,” Your father beckoned him to sit on a well-worn leather sofa, a knitted afghan thrown over the back.

Draco knew how to keep light conversation—a perk of being a Malfoy—but this? This he had no idea how to do. Your father seemed to pick up on that as he chuckled.

“So, you like my daughter, do you now?” He asked, his eyes holding the same shade as yours. 

“Yes sir,” Draco nodded. “Very much,”

“Yeah, we think she's something else,” Your father shook his head, chuckling. “Her daddy's girl... mama's world.” His face became hardened, serious, “She deserves respect and that's what she'll get ain't it, son?”

“Y-yes, of course,” Draco stammered. “Always.”

The smile came back to your father’s face and Draco felt like he just passed some sort of test.

“Well, y'all, run along and have some fun while you’re here. Just keep her safe. She’s got a knack for trouble,”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Draco chuckled.

“Dinner!” Two voices called from somewhere else in the house.

“Comin’ darlin’,” Your father called back, standing. “Shall we?” He gestured for Draco to go first.

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“Was that so bad?” You asked later that night as you got ready for bed. It was different, seeing you flit around the room with memorized paths and actions.

“One of the most bizarre things I have ever experienced,” he confessed. “But I have to admit, your mother is a brilliant cook,”

You laughed.

“Oh, tell her that tomorrow, she will love you to pieces,”

Your drawl was coming in thicker the longer you lingered home and Draco began to understand the fascination with his accent, because your drawl did something else to him. The small room you were in was yours. A true work of art that was merely shadowed by your room in London. The soft blue tone room was calming as fairy lights were strung and antique furniture filled the room. Dried flowers and various paintings and posters filled the room matching the quilt spread underneath him.

You came over to his sitting position on the bed, nestling between his legs. His hands slipped up the backs of your thighs and you swatted him.

“Behave,” you hissed. “You have no idea how long it took me to convince Daddy to let us stay in a room together. I’d like to not lose that battle on the first night.”

“You has to ask your dad for permission to sleep with your boyfriend, in your room, as an adult?” He raised an eyebrow. “And I thought my parents were strict.”

“Oh, you don’t know the meaning of the word, pretty boy,” you smiled and draped your arms around his neck.

“I think I quite like this side of you,” Draco grinned.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,”

“For the love of my sanity please use proper English,” Draco dismayed to your amusement.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” You dropped your drawl easily.

“You know what? Never mind,” Draco grinned, causing you to laugh harmoniously.

Never once had Draco ever seen you be a morning person, except now. The sun filtered in through the flowing curtains and your eyes fluttered open, landing on his.

“Mornin’,” You greeted.

“Good morning,”

“You ready?” There was a mischievous look in your eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I don’t think you’re quite ready to meet my friends, so I thought today we could go fishing.”

“Fishing?”

“Well, it’s not deer season so... we can’t exactly hunt. But it is fishing season.” 

“There are seasons for you to kill wildlife?” He asked, watching you get ready.

“Yeah?” You paused, looking over at him. “Helps keep the animals from being over hunted while still keeping up the sport and population down. Daddy and I do it more for the population, not the sport,” Your smile was soft. “And venison is to die for when momma cooks,”

After a breakfast that Draco would be craving for the rest of his life, you loaded up the Chevy pick-up truck (you had informed him) with bait and poles and against his better judgement, he got in.

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“I’m gonna seriously have to thank Hermione for takin’ you shoppin’ beforehand,” You grinned, eyeing Draco in a short-sleeved Henley and khaki shorts. “Knowin’ you, you only own suits and dress pants.”

“I own t-shirts,” Draco refuted, clinging to the door handle for dear life as I meandered the backroads towards the lake.

I rolled my eyes and turned onto the trail that would take us to the docks. 

“This isn’t even a road!” Draco dismayed. “It’s barely dirt!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what four-wheel drive is for,” I grinned. “And honey, I fear the day someone takes you muddin’.”

“Mudding?” He asked skeptically.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I smiled, chuckling darkly, imagining the pristine Draco Malfoy anywhere near a four wheeler or ATV.

Hopping into the boat, Draco eyed me, hesitant on the dock. 

“You can drive this too?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“It’s barely anything to drive,” I rolled my eyes, throwing my hair up. “Now come on, city boy. A little country ain’t gonna kill you,”

“No,” Draco agreed, settling in the boat beside me. “But a country girl just might,” The purr of his voice had me blushing and fumbling to kill the engine and grab a fishing pole.

Draco absolutely refused to touch the live crawfish. His face scrunched up in disgust as he watched me cast my line in.

“Oh, like it’s any different than you and your potion’s ingredients,” I pointed out. 

“That’s different,” He pouted.

Smiling at his theatrics, the day consisted of Draco dismaying at just about everything. Including but not limited to: sunscreen, mosquitoes, not being able to hold my reeling hand, the heat, the sun, Oakley sunglasses—of which he looked absolutely stunning in and it wasn’t fair—baseball caps, live bass, me handling said bass, me handling a knife, the live crawfish again, the heat... again.

“Oh my God, Draco,” I huffed, not nearly as annoyed as I sounded.

“I’m sorry,” He drawled. “But this is absolutely absurd,”

I might have shoved him into the lake.

When he resurfaced, utter shock was on his face, as well as anger as he scolded my name. 

“Yes?” I answered innocently. “Not so hot anymore is it?” I bated my eyelashes.

“You little—”

“Oh, and watch out for gators,” I grinned mischievously as his eyes went wide with fear. “Kidding!” I laughed, slipping off my crocs. “Probably,”

He was hanging onto the side of the small boat when I leapt off the side and into the icy water. 

“What in the world are you doing?” Draco swam over to me.

“Swimming? Since someone thinks that fishing is absurd,” I mocked his accent. 

“I don’t sound like that,” He grumbled.

“Yes, you do,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Stop being so uptight, Dray. Whatever you’re holding onto... reputation or whatever voice that’s in your head...” His face fell.

I knew that he had been raised to hate everything around him. The innocence and simplicity of it. Sure, it had taken some time and I had made a home in his heart, those prejudices fading, but he still fought hard sometimes. And maybe I wish he didn’t. And maybe I was selfish to think that.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered softly. “I just... Your world is so incredible, Draco. Filled with things that are beyond my wildest dreams, and maybe I wanted to show you into mine,”

His arms snaked around my waist as he held me close, resting his forehead to mine.

“I’m sorry too,” He murmured softly. “Of course, I want to be a part of your world as well, but— ”

“Maybe fishing was a bit over ambitious?” I mused.

“Maybe slightly,” He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine sweetly. 

“At least we have dinner tonight,”

“I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not,”

I wasn’t.

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The next day wasn’t as ambitious as fishing with you, but it was still quite new to him. Dressed in a sundress, you took his hand and lead him down the main street of your small town, the small shops reminding him of a fairytale. He was surprised at how many people recognized you and said hello. A kindness that he wasn’t accustomed to in the Wizarding world. Especially when the café owner had a long conversation with you and then said that your lunch was ‘on the house.’

“Not too bad?” You asked softly, after finishing lunch. 

“Not bad at all,” He smiled.

After bringing in the groceries from a quaint muggle shop, into your warm little yellow kitchen, you took Draco’s hand and led him into the backyard. The sun was setting just beyond the horizon, painting the sky in crimson colors.

“Mr. Fancypants alright with climbing a few trees?” There was a smirk on your face. 

“What are we? Five?” Draco chuckled, following you into the tree line.

“Well, I guess that is when daddy and I built this,” You gestured to a certain tree, where an emasculate treehouse resided.

Despite the wooden construction’s age, it still held well. Draco was half expecting it to be bigger on the inside, a commonality in the Wizarding World, but no, what he saw on the outside was what was reflected on the inside. This treehouse held no secrets. Draco smiled as he watched you climb the tree with no shoes on—a commonality he had noticed. You went barefoot whenever you could.

You helped him up and his eyes darted around, taking in the little house with it’s rope banisters, many windows and various trinkets and knickknacks that Draco had no hope in naming or identifying. When his eyes found you again, there was a blanket folded into your arms.

“When I was little, I used to come out here and stargaze... I don’t know how many times Daddy would have to come up here and carry me home ‘cause I fell asleep,” A smile touched your lips.

Draco looked up to the wooden roof and raised an eyebrow skeptically. You caught his question and nodded to a rope to his left. His fingers grasped the course fibers and tugged it experimentally. A mechanism went off and the roof parted at the gable, letting him see the first stars that had come out to play.

There was something different about looking up at these stars with you. He had spent years studying them in class and couldn’t remember half of what he had learned, but with you, they held a different meaning. You knew all of the stories it seemed. The ones that he learned as a child and some he didn’t. It was jarring, hearing the familiar stories fall from your lips. After all this time, maybe your muggle world wasn’t so far off from his magical one.

True to your word, you did end up sleeping softly in his arms as he looked up at the stars, then down at your peaceful face. Knowing that you wouldn’t want to spend the night outside—and neither would he for that matter—he carefully scooped you into his arms, and instead of risking dropping you, he simply apparated to the soft grass below and headed up towards the house.

Your father was waiting on the porch, the light still on despite the late hour, nursing a can, a soft smile on his face.

“Good to see that some things don’t change with her,” Your father opened the door for him. “Sometimes I think I lose her to her fancy schools, halfway around the world,” There was an air of melancholy to his words.

“I can assure you that you’ll never lose her,” Draco smiled down at you. “She adores and loves you more than you’ll ever know. The way she lights up when she talks about home...”

“You’ve made an old man very happy tonight Draco,” Your dad smiled. “Now go on up, I’m gonna close the house up for the night,”

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“I’d like to apologize in advance for just about everythin’ that’s about to happen,” You took his hand smiling.

“How bad can they be?” Draco mused. “You’ve met my friends, and that went well,”

“Uhuh,” You laughed. “Sure. I’ll take that vote of confidence.” You easily backed your truck up into the circle of other vehicles surrounding a rather large bonfire that gave Draco a bit of anxiety.

“Look at what the tide washed in!” Someone called from the back of a pickup truck. 

“No way!” Another gasped.

“Since when did you get home!?”

A girl rushed up and pulled you into a hug, dislodging your hand from his as he watched you spin with the girl, both of you laughing. A few others came up and hugs were passed out, hellos exchanged.

“Son of a bitch, you never said he was hot, Y/n,” The first friend who greeted—Rebecca— raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, because that’s all I look for in a guy,” You rolled your eyes, offering him a beer and taking a seat on the tailgate of your pickup.

“I’m just glad to see that you haven’t gone full brit on us,” Another—Megan smiled from the arms of a guy that Draco would have stereo typed to be on your arm instead. “Still think you can outshoot me?” She grinned.

“With my eyes closed,” You drawled, taking a sip of your own hard iced tea. “Seriously, y’all think I was just gonna forget everythin’?”

“We didn’t think you’d come back after find Mr. London over here,” Rebecca grinned.

“Yeah, you’ve been awful quiet over there Union Jack,” Megan narrowed her eyes at him, and he felt the same sort of anxiety he had around your parents. “What are your intentions with our Y/n?”

“Y’all really? What are we? High schoolers? And he has a name ya know.” You rolled your eyes, leaning against him, intertwining your finger with his. That eased his anxiety a bit as his eyes stayed trained on the dancing fire.

“Well, any guy worthy of catching your eye must be something special,” Tyler—the guy sitting next to Rebecca—shrugged.

“Oh, come on Tyler, we were freshman,” You scoffed, taking another swig from your can.

Draco’s interest was piqued at this new information. Was there something between you and Tyler that he wasn’t aware of? Was it something he had to worry about? His grip tightened around you and he caught the sly smile on your face at the action.

He learned a lot about you that night. You never were one to brag but stars did your friends like to embarrass you. You weren’t the top of your class, but you were pretty damn close. You always got yourself out of any kind of trouble and had about every boy at your heels in school and didn’t give them an air of interest—Tyler lamented quite obnoxiously. You could be out late Saturday night at a party, but every morning you were up early, in the choir at church—which shocked Draco, you had always been hesitant to sing around him, and he wasn’t exactly sure what ‘church’ was but... it was a question for another time.

The conversation lulled as food was brought out. You offered him a bit of mangled stretched out wire and a hot dog and shot him a dazzling smile before showing him how to roast it over the fire. It was messy and uncivilized, and Merlin, Draco loved it. Sitting cross-legged beside you, a paper plate in his lap filled with such rich food and sweet fruit, he truly caught a glimpse into your world again.

The buzz of insects and glow of others, the heat and warmth of the fire, the smell of grass and dirt, the sound of some country song blasting from a nearby truck, the sway of your body as you hummed along, the smile that rested on your face, the buzz of alcohol in his system, and the taste of it on your lips, Draco never felt more... free. The Dark Mark could be nothing more than a tattoo. His scars could mimic Alex’s dirt biking scars. His school career could be scoffed at like yours was. His parents could just be strict and rich. He could be free.

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My thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of Draco’s hand as the night wound down. I had switched to sweet tea a while ago, knowing I’d had to drive home. There was something oddly comforting in seeing Draco in the midst of my small-town world. His careful blue eyes, stark blond hair, and pale creamy skin seemed to rebel at the mere thought, but the smile on his lips overrode it all, claiming he belonged.

In bed that night, my fingers traced over the scars that littered his chest. It was hard to imagine that the Harry I knew caused them. It seemed like worlds away. Even in Draco’s arms, London and magic and wizards sounded like a fairytale, some far-fetched dream.

“Your friends are... nice,” Draco murmured, drawing a chuckle from me.

“That’s one way to put it,” I propped up on my elbow. “Nothing too absurd I hope?” There was a slight teasing tone to my words.

He smiled lazily at me.

“It’s... different here,” Draco decided.

“Good different? Or bad different?”

“Free different.” He mused. “Like... it—my past... doesn’t exist at all. No one here knows, or judges me...”

“Well,” I whispered softly, running my hand through his hair. “It is a different world. Somethin’ you have to love about a small town,” A smile grew on my face. “And it’s not about your past, not anymore. It’s your future that’s important,”

“As long as you’re there,” Draco pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

“For as long as you’ll have me,”

“Forever,”

I spent the next day teaching Draco how to bake. He was a decent cook after spending some time with my grandmother and I in London, but backing was a bit different, as Draco found out. With classic rock on the radio and mom and dad out for the day, Draco and I had a blast. A few times I saw him cheat and use wandless magic. It earned him some flour in his face—which he also magicked away. When I protested, he pressed a kiss to my lips and maybe I forgot why I was upset in the first place.

With the pie in the oven, Draco and I lounged across the couch. His hands were fiddling with my hair absentmindedly, as we watched The Breakfast Club. Hermione and Harry had done an alright job introducing Draco to muggle movies and shows. But as much as I loved Doctor Who—we were all convinced that the Doctor was a wizard secretly—or Sherlock, some American normalcy was appreciated.

That night I couldn’t help but laugh as Draco was very confused about football. It was like translating something through three languages—Wizard, to British, to American. After a while I think he gave up on the notion and just nursed his beer. The game held my interest for the second half while my father was very adamant about coaching from his armchair.

“You should have seen him at her little league games,” My mother muttered, causing Draco and I to chuckle and my dad to simmer some.

“Softball,” I filled Draco in. “Like baseball... but for girls I guess.” He nodded.

Before I knew it, the week ended, and Draco and I were packing to return back home, well to London anyway. I traded in my sundresses for jeans and sighed as I unzipped my suitcase, starting to unpack.

“It’s not like we’ll never go back,” Draco wrapped me up in his arms.

“We?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Did you not want me to go back?” A playful smile graced his lips.

“No, I do! I just... well, I know you Dray,” I draped my arms around his neck. “You like things a certain way in a certain order, and well, that,” I gestured vaguely. “was anything but,”

“Maybe it’s time I leave this behind me,” He murmured softly. “Stuffy offices and grey skies...”

My eyes widened in surprise and joy.

“Not completely,” He amended. “I do still have to work, they need me as Head Healer, and you have uni, and then there’s Teddy to think about, but... maybe a summer home there wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,”

I drew him into a tight hug, tears stinging my eyes. It wasn’t even that he wanted to go back, it was that he wanted me with him when he did. He talked about a home like I’d be there beside him.

And when he was down on one knee, surrounded by my London family, with a simple ring, I knew that he did want me there beside him, and always would.

I gave him an escape from his past and he promised me a future.

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GX Month Day 20: “Main Phase”

We’ve reached our second Free Day! Take the day off or show some love for your fellow creators!

Welp, recent events reminded me that this Music AU of mine existed so y’all get a little variety in the free day shenanigans. Not to worry, I’ll be back with more FF7 AU content next free day.

Lyrics credit to Amateur Tempest.

Also I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE ALL OF Y'ALL'S WORKS, REBLOGING YOUR CONTENT IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY. <3

He sets up the amp and tunes the strings, before beginning the opening bars. A deep breath. He looks out at the park, the leaves swaying gently in the trees.

“ The search for a way of life, can’t be seen, it is a mystery yet still you, need to find a way through Into the unknown, you can feel the echo of your heartbeat going, the rush keeps growing ”

It’s an old favorite of his. Translated the lyrics himself. Probably lost a little bit in translation but the heart is still there, and music is all about heart, right?

“ Believe in the future, live here today. Don’t dwell on the past There’s no time for doubt, In this endless sky so spread your wings and never give up ”

A smile breaks across his face as his voice gains volume. A few passersby stop to listen.

“ The heart must WAKE UP! ”

Jaden loves singing. It’s a kind of rush he can’t get anywhere else, his heart pounding to the beat of the song as he pours his passion into the lyrics, feels the vibration in his throat, creates the melody with his own hands. He lives for this. And one day he’ll stand on stage and pour his heart out for a real audience.

One day. But today isn’t that day. Today he still plays in his favorite park for anyone willing to stop and listen. Jaden hums along softly as he strums out the last few chords, letting his voice rest and coming down from the high. A small pile of pocket change sits in his open guitar case. He didn’t even notice anyone toss it in; he gets so lost in the music.

His fingers strum idly until he settles on the next song and picks up the pace. The change pile grows as he cycles through songs. It’s easy to lose track of time out here but his stomach is quick to remind him when it’s gone too long between meals, and the daily crowd is starting to thin anyway. Mybe he can pick something up to eat on his way home with the extra cash. He sets to collecting the change and dollar bills when a pair of jeans enters his vision.

“Hey, you’re pretty good,” says a vaguely familiar voice.

“Ah, thanks, I-” The words gets stuck in his throat with an embarrassing noise as he glances up at a face straight off the poster in his fucking bedroom. “You’re-”

“I think you could go pretty far.” The freaking music legend himself, lead singer of the King of Music, grins at him and Jaden would be lying if he said he didn’t feel faint in that exact moment. “Here, take this.” The man holds out an envelope, and Jaden reaches for it before making the conscious decision to take it. “I hope to see you again. Take care.”

“Ah, wait a- What is-” Of course his brain only reboots itself as the man is walking away, and the famous singer doesn’t bother looking back at the flustered mess he created. A once in a lifetime opportunity and Jaden wasted it gaping like a dead fish! Groaning, he looks down at the envelope in his hand. What the hell even is this? And what did he mean ‘see you again’? Does he plan to come back and listen to Jaden again? Is Jaden complaining about the possibility of his idol coming to listen to him again? No, absolutely not, but also what the hell? Doesn’t this type of stuff only happen in movies?

Prying the envelope open from its fany seal, Jaden stares down at the equally fancy card invit- inviting him to a hiring event at Millennium Hits!? The squeal tears it away out his throat with force, gaping from the paper back up to the now distant back of his idol. “Th-thank you!” he practically screams. The man makes no indication that he heard Jaden.

Tossing the invite in the case with his guitar, he slings the instrument over his shoulder and grabs the amp. Home. He needs to get home and pull out those original lyrics he’d been working on. Ugh, but they still feel like they’re missing something! His stomach rolls. Food. Right. Food first, then lyrics.

Holy shit this is a dream come true.

...This better not be a dream.