#harry potter western

[peppershark]

Tom Riddle & Hermione Granger in the wild west

{New} Wolfer chapter 12 - "The Backcountry"

"She suddenly feels naked under the eye of the mountain, raw and new in its breathless heights."

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[valeriearmani1]

cowboy barty crouch jr with this vibe>>>

[jamiebower-001]

Caleb Sykes moodboard

[tippilo]

Fanfic Friday

Wolfer by @peppershark may be the most beautifully written fic I have ever read! Stunning world that is brought to life through her words! Tom Riddle has a southern accent that you can FEEL (and drool over!) Absolutely incredible! Cannot recommend this fic enough!

Cover art by @garfunkelworld

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[eyerisa]

roleplay search

[This post was made months ago but— yes— I am still searching for partners!!]

Hi! I'm Irisa and I'm an advanced literate writer. I'm F19 and I have been writing for a long time but I've taken year long hiatuses in the past.

I'm currently searching for a partner to preferably do an OC x OC rp! I may do a double up depending on the fandom and the character. [As I am 19, please be 18+]

I can do either gxg or bxg (I can play both genders but I have more girls than boys), but I don't mind doing nbxg/nbxb if you rp with NB characters!

I'm open to most genres or AUs thrown together into one plot— I generally lean into enemies to lovers plots or anything with a lot of angst combined with other genres.

As for activity, I'm a fairly active person depending on the day. I'm a full-time college student so I do get busy quickly and I also like to let response ideas marinate in my head before I type out my response. I'll always let you know if I may go MIA for the following week or more! I also enjoy communicating with partners OOC just to add in more details to the plot midway through an RP.

My writing typically tends to be more detail oriented with the use of background characters for it to not be just the same two characters throughout each response. I only write in third person and I'd prefer my partners to do the same, but past tense or present tense doesn't matter!

Please note: I don't respond to likes. If you wish to rp please message me or comment so i can dm you <3

Some of my fandoms include (bold + italics are what im mainly searching for)

— Creepypasta

— Formula 1

— Wild West (desperate for this and F1)

— House of the Dragon / Game of Thrones (not well versed in GoT atm)

— Star Wars

— Hunger Games

— Harry Potter

— Maze Runner

— I have a few other fandoms that don't come to mind atm but feel free to ask if we share any common ones!

[jisreal64]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Isekai Purist Chart:

[stop-ugly]

part 2 of pansmione

here's part 1

[beating-a-dead-plot]

Please Read If You Live In The USA

Hi! My name isn't actually Petunia, it's just a nickname, and I used it so I could maintain some level of anonymity on here and protect myself from shame and awkwardness. That is no longer an option to me.

I live in New York state, not the big city, a different region. If you are female, non-binary, or transgender and over the age of 18, living in a state that isn't so fun as mine, maybe you could come visit me? Maybe you finally decided that your random internet bestie should be your real life bestie and you just have to meet each other! After all, good friends are so hard to find these days! I live with family currently, so you would have to find a place to stay for your visit, but I would just love to finally get to meet you!

I mean, we could check out Niagara Falls, it's basically in my backyard, or we could take a little food tour of Western New York! If money is going to be tight, maybe it'll be on me if I'm in a decent spot with money, but if we're just two broke idiots, well, public parks are always a great option to hang out in, or we could hole up in your staying place and have some fun talking about all our favorite fandoms and characters! Also, we could take a little day trip to Canada, border's right there and and as long as you've got your documents and behave going through customs, it's fun! The butterfly conservatory is amazing, I bet you'd really love it! Think about how fun it could be to just have a little get-away with your internet bestie?

I don't care about my own embarrassment anymore, I will take being embarrassed for being a freak over not being at least offering to help people who need it right now. I'm nobody, I have like four mutuals and only one talks to me consistently (Which is my fault, NOT theirs, not playing the blame game here, not even close), but if someone needs a justifiable excuse to hang out in NY for a bit, send me a private message.

I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if you're even in the Star Wars fandom, I'll read up on something if you need me to. I can help with finding activities and resources in my area, I will gladly scope out the best hotels/motels/rentals in my area if you need me to.

Even if no one sees this post or takes me up on this, I just want to know, I tried. I tried to do something to keep people from being hurt when they shouldn't have to be. I'm currently a part-time college student and looking into getting applications in for jobs, but if you need help, if you need someone to be on your side when your own family isn't, come to me.

At this point, if you voted for the person hurting us? Still message me if you need help. I loathe your choice but I am not going to let you be hurt or worse because of it. Don't get me wrong, I am furious with those who voted him in, but if I let you suffer because of him, I would be no better than the hateful bigots on the other side from me.

And if immigration is what your goal is, I will gladly try to help you with Canadian immigration or coming to NY to explore your options. I will not help you cross with the intent to do so illegally, but a day-trip to check out Ontario? I will do it. I will not help with anything outright illegal, but if you need help and are willing to be close enough to legal not to get me arrested, I'm here.

There's this thing I saw people saying on social media "I could hate her more than anything in the world, and I still wouldn't leave her alone with that weird man at the party." You are now all in that first category, I don't care if you're a Trekie (I had to add humor, I'm losing it), you will never catch me leaving you alone at this party unless I am truly unable to, which would be if I'm arrested and/or dead.

Reach out if you need someone, there's none of you who should be left to the wolves now. <3

I am AFAB, cis-gender as far as everyone knows, I will now be referring to myself as straight but I used to go by bisexual as a label, and 23 years old. For more details, DM me and we can see what we need to do.

[hussyknee]

Kind of insane how much y'all hate queer, disabled, mentally ill adults. Especially Black and brown ones.

All this "adults who like X are creepy/ gross/disgusting" is just an excuse to hurt the most systemically vulnerable people and shame them into compliance. Shaming doesn't work on comfortable white people with stable jobs and social lives and the money to buy luxury items– they can just log off and go to a fondue party. So you just go for the people with the least socio-economic protection who depend on online communities and congratulate yourselves on your "activism" and social conscience. Even when your collateral includes people from the same minorities you're "defending".

Western leftism operates on conditional humanity and respectability politics. "We'll give a fuck about you...as long as you behave only in ways we find palatable." When we point out that punitive forms of social control always take us out first and in larger numbers, we're given to understand in no uncertain terms that we are in fact acceptable collateral in your personal social justice hero quests to "punch Nazis", "fuck the US government" and "eat the rich". All just a bunch of hyperindividualistic neoliberals resentful of being robbed of white privilege rooting around the social justice closet for cudgels that suit you.

[babypanda1235]

I'm just throwing ideas out, but what about cowboy Remus (who is also a thief) and rich old money Sirius going to stay at his family's estate for the fall (maybe for his studies?)? And Remus' next job is, you'll never guess, the Black Estate. He's to steal a Black family heirloom- a large deep mauve/wine-colored pendant. But there's a catch (because of course there is)! Sirius always has said pendant on. Even when he goes to sleep. Okay, and from here, there are two directions.

Remus goes and "befriends" Sirius to get closer to him and the pendant- this could lead to more opportunities for conflict, as well as opportunities for a "slow burn" type of romance, where Remus is eventually like, "but.. I don't want to steal the pretty man's pendant :C"

Remus sneaks into Sirius' house at night to steal the pendant while he's sleeping because he thinks that has a better chance of success, but while he's carefully unclasping the necklace from Sirius' delicate, pale neck- Sirius' eyes snap open and there's a REALLY tension-filled moment and maybe Sirius is like "I've noticed you watching me in town. If you wanted to see the pendant up close, you could have just asked. I consider myself a pretty reasonable person," or something like that. Either lots of banter or Remus is kinda bashful about being caught in the act. And they form an odd friendship??? ORR Sirius challenges Remus to steal his pendant before the end of his stay in (whatever small country town). so lots of tension wooo!! OH AND PERFECT OPPORTUNITY FOR CHEESY DIALOGUE

"I... I failed," Remus stutters out, eyes wide with shock.

"You failed at what?" Sirius asks.

"Your pendant. I didn't manage to steal it in time,"

"That's true. However, things aren't completely hopeless for you, Remus,"

"How so?"

"You've stolen something else very dear to me,"

"I don't think I have. You must have me mistaken for the wrong thief,"

"No, I'm certain it was you,"

"Well, then what was it? What have I stolen?"

"Christ, how can you be so dense? My heart, you've stolen my heart, Remus,"

"Oh, I-"

"Don't trouble yourself with the words, not everyone can be as eloquently spoken as me. Here's the address to my home in the city. Write to me, Remus. Okay?"

"Yeah, I-" Remus exhales deeply before running his hands through his sandy hair- "I will, Sirius. I promise,"

"Good."

anywayssss i may or may not expand on this we'll see if I lose steam or not

[rewritingcanon]

dalit fleamont and brahmin euphemia forbidden love story

[peppershark]

“Wolfer” — a Tomione Western Gothic with magic

[NEW] Chapter Eleven: “The Thunderbolt”

“Why do you suppose I’ll hurt you now, Hermione?” he says, fondness teasing at the curl of his lip.

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[jasmineaxd]

Introduction:

Thats my first blog ever. :) So, for all the people who like to know more about me , here are a few informations :

Hobbies

Judo

reading

swimming

chess

Johanniter

art

Series

Daisy Jones and the Six

the Originals

The marvellous Mrs. Maisel

Comfort series

Big Bang Theory

Young Sheldon

Movies

Hunger Games

Harry Potter

Back to the future

Books

Hunger Games

Harry Potter

Where Rainbows End (Love Rosie)

All quiet on the Western front

Bands

ABBA

Fleetwood Mac

Daisy Jones and the Six (if that counts)

Artists

Marina

Joan Jett

Elvis Presley

Subjects

History

English

Social Studies

Biology

Other

Bi

Ravenclaw

MBTI : INTJ-T

My pinterest : jojojasmineana (green profile picture)

My insta : jasminea_xd

I'm from Germany so you'll have to excuse my English.

I think I started this blog to learn/organise a few things about myself (you know getting to know what my interest are). So if you share some of my interests feel free to look at this blog. <3

[jamiebower-001]

Jamie Campbell Bower as Caleb Sykes | Horizon: An American Saga

[salixtreeofficial]

Hank and Huck Pt. 4

[dewitty1]

Salt on the Western Wind

Saras_Girl

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Summary:

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

Excerpt:

“There you are,” Draco murmurs, appearing in the gap between two huge shelves.

“I wasn’t hiding,” Harry assures.

“Not very well,” Draco agrees, stepping into the cramped space with a warm smile. He is followed by Hamlet, who makes a beeline for Harry and capers, wheezing, around his feet, claws clicking on the hard floor.

“You were worried,” Harry teases.

Draco leans against the shelf beside him. It gives an ominous creak at the extra weight, but somehow remains upright. “I think I can get used to it,” he says, eyes warm on Harry’s and full of a promise that makes him ache.

“Please,” Harry says before he can stop himself. Heat-flooded and embarrassed, he tears his eyes from Draco’s and focuses instead on the shelves opposite: An Ideal Husband, House of Pomegranates, Lady Windermere’s Fan, The Big Book of Coarse Fishing. He frowns. Hamlet flops down and settles on his feet. Draco takes short, careful breaths. Harry hangs on. He isn’t going to be the one to say it, not this time.

“Let’s go back to the house,” Draco says at last. The words are uncertain, almost sighed into the dusty air, but the nervous sharpening of his accent makes the invitation sound almost formal.

With the blood thundering in his ears, Harry gently dislodges Hamlet, who staggers out into the aisle and collapses on his side in a patch of sunlight. He heads for the door, pausing only to offer pointlessly, “I was going to buy you a book.”

Draco’s brief startled smile is rewarding. “You can buy me one tomorrow,” he says lightly, and the rest of the journey along the promenade is conducted in silence.

Not just any silence, but heavy, loaded silence, the kind that feels as though it could crush one’s chest and put a stop to breathing altogether, the kind that fills the mind with maddening vibrations and makes the skin tingle and crackle all over. Wound tight with anticipation, Harry fights to keep a steady pace, to master the urge to break into a run. He looks straight ahead, even when Draco’s fingers brush alongside his own and he wants to throw him up against the nearest wall and shatter the tension into a million pieces, right here in front of all of these people who are happily going about their business, oblivious to the storm raging right in front of them. When the Lakeland comes into view, he can’t resist quickening his pace, just a little, and he is gratified to notice that Draco does the same. He has never been so pleased to see the faded red paint and the arid hanging baskets; he’s home, finally, and there cannot be any more waiting.

The door closes behind him and for several long seconds, they stand in the hallway, just looking at each other and breathing, and then Harry takes a single step closer to Draco and everything seems to happen at once. He’s sure he moves first, but other than that, he has no idea what happens next, only that they are kissing, mouths hot and desperate and careless, and that he is being shoved against the bumpy woodchip-covered wall, and that his hands are gripping Draco’s hips, pulling them flush together and groaning into the kiss as Draco’s erection presses and slides against his, creating delicious friction through far too many layers of clothing.

There is no room in his head for thought, only this. Only Draco. When an unhelpful little part of him tries to point out that this, surely, is a very strange thing to be doing, it is quickly silenced by the powerful wave of desire that sweeps through him, slamming his heart and making his neglected cock throb with need. He gasps, dropping his mouth to Draco’s shoulder and shuddering as Draco threads strong fingers into his hair and presses heated, painful, thrilling kisses to his neck. He hisses, exhilarated, and splays a hand over Draco’s jaw, dragging him back into the kiss, hot and messy and almost enough to finish this right here in the hallway.

Almost, but he wants more, and he pulls back, breathless, thrilled to see the desperation on Draco’s face, the flush to his pale skin and the haze of lust tinged with fear that darkens the silver-grey eyes. In that moment, Harry knows that Draco wants him, he feels it, and it spurs him on, even though he feels clumsy and awkward and even though he doesn’t really have a clue what he’s doing. His instincts cry don’t stop, and he’s never been happier to obey them.

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