#no matter what I do I can't give this dog eyes in dark pics

[doomspaniels]

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[misty-howler]

Messages from your Future Spouse...

Hello everybody 🌸 This pac is purely based on my intuition.No Tarot cards were used. So, it may or may not resonate. This is an old pac I did on my lost and forgotten account @luminarygirl but my heartiest thanks to @pyramerex (yes I will mention you in each and every post you retrieved because I am grateful) for retrieving a few of my posts. I really love you for what you have done for me. Thank you ❤️

These messages are in the form of poems and songs.

And also one of the pic is of my dog. If anyone wishes to guess. I hope you enjoy the reading.

DISCLAIMER : All my Readings are for entertainment purposes only and none of the pics or gifs or poems used below belong to me except one. Credits to the rightful owner

Choose your pile intuitively :)

Pile 1

I love you.

After all this time I still love you

It's always been you.

It was you yesterday.

It is you today.

It will be you tomorrow.

And for the rest of my life

It will be you.

I will love you as long as

the sun burns the sky.

As long as the moon

Shines it's light into

the dark night.

Until the raging blue oceans

become calm and dry.

I will love you until the

end of the time.

SONG :

Pile 2

In you,

I have finally found all I

never dared dream I could

deserve or have - the kind

Of love which is rare.

Being known in a way that

touches the deepest parts

of me. Accepted in a way

that blows my mind.

In you,

the love I have always

desired to give now has a

place to call home. I have

been skeptic, but you are

my undeniable miracle.

The questions won't matter anymore

When we finally find each other

And that would be enough.

SONG :

Pile 3

It is so easy

for me to love you

that it frightens me.

I have never been good

at anything.

But I have never wanted

anything so much as

I want to hold you

every waking minute.

And every night

While I sleep

The question has ceased to be

"How do I love you?"

And has become

"How would I ever stop?"

SONG :

Pile4

To lie with you

in a field of grass

To lie there forever

And let the time pass

Touching lightly

Shoulder and thigh

Neither wanting more

Neither asking why

To have your whole

cool body's length

Along my own

to know the strength

of a secret tide.

Of longing seeps

Into our veins

Go deep...deep

Disolving flesh

And melting bones .

Oh, to lie with you alone

To feel your breast

rise with my sigh

To hold you mirrored

In my eye.

Neither wanting more

Neither asking why.

SONG :

The energies were so beautiful y'all ✨ I hope you enjoyed your reading. Do leave behind feedback 🥺 if possible.

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[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Seventeen: pic 'n mix

Another long one, oops. Heh. And a day late. Eep.

Harry's squeals of delight draw plenty of looks: pointed, startled, amused. Remus can't bring himself to care, not today. Not when he's watching him ride Padfoot haphazardly through the stalls of the outdoor market in their little corner of East Sussex.

The past, well, several weeks have been a test of Remus's patience, confidence, and love for this child. Harry has been...contrary. He's four, and it's to be expected (or so Molly keeps reminding him whenever he Floo calls her, at his wit's end), but he fights anything Remus asks him to do.

Brush your teeth? No!

Put on your socks? No!

Would you like some ice cream? No! (That one seemed to have made him pause, at least).

Remus could live with it easier if Harry was just as stubborn with Sirius, but nooo, Sirius could do no wrong. Sirius, who can turn into a dog and be Harry's best friend and godfather at the same time. Sirius, who can ask Harry to help with the washing up and poof! It's done. Just like that. No lip. No sass. No, no!

Remus doesn't know what he's done. He's not the only disciplinarian. He and Sirius split the unfortunate task of setting Harry right pretty evenly. A small part of him wonders if it's because he's not actually bound to Harry by any tie, blood or magic, like Sirius is, but he tries not to think on that. They've gotten along before. Why not now?

Molly assures him that that is quite normal, too. Children go through favorites like they do juice boxes, and Remus just happens to be the prune juice box that Harry does not want.

It hurts. He won't lie. It outright sucks, and he's been driven to angry, embarrassed, and just sad tears in the privacy of their bedroom, wondering what on earth he's done wrong. Parenting is hard, and no one even thought to warn him, a queer werewolf, about it before they were needed to take care of Harry. Molly's advice is all well and good (really, it's worth every knut in Sirius's vault), but none of her children have gone through the same trauma as Harry has. Poor kid.

But Remus told himself it would all right itself in the end. At least Harry was listening to one of them! He still wanted to try, though, to get in his good graces. They've been cooped up for some foul late summer storms and this market is the perfect avenue to get some fresh air and just get out of the house.

"Moony!!!" Harry shrieks, steering an amused Padfoot his way by way of his ruff. "Please, please, please!"

"Please what?" Remus asks, feigning ignorance. He spotted the pic 'n mix candy stall the minute they entered the market and knew it was only a matter of time before Harry zoned in on it. But he's been trying to get Harry to ask for things properly.

Harry pulls on his bottom lip and puts on a look he must have learned from Sirius, the little sneak, because his green eyes go big and sad and when he releases his lip, by god it wobbles "Pretty please?"

Remus's heart twists and he just wants to give this precious child anything, everything, no holds barred, but he stays strong. Willpower is his strong suit. "Very good, but what is it you want?"

"Oh!" Just like that, the pleading look disappears and the beginnings of crocodile tears practically get sucked back in. Oh, he's good. They're doomed. "This! The um, the candy! Padfoot said I can!"

Padfoot, silver eyes wide, quickly looks away, his ears flicking back. Remus tries not to laugh. "Oh did he now?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaims, matter-of-fact.

"I didn't know you spoke dog, Haz."

Harry snorts and gives Remus a look like he can't possibly be serious. "I don't. I speak Padfoot."

Well, that's him told then, isn't it? "Alright, grab one sack and fill it up. But remember, dogs can't eat chocolate or candy or it'll make them sick," Remus advises to the dark glare from Padfoot who was, in fact, just about to eat a piece of chocolate from Harry's hand. Serves him right.

Harry meets Remus's eyes, nods with all of the solemnity that being four years old affords, but immediately snaps back into his fervor and strikes up a lively conversation about ducks with the shopkeeper. Remus watches on, proud, but his observation is interrupted by Padfoot stepping his full weight onto his foot.

"Arse," he mutters down at his husband, who, naturally, ignores him.

After several minutes of Harry bobbing around the stand and harrying the poor woman weighing out his selections (far more than one bag) Remus knows they need to call it. "Haz, it's time to go."

Harry looks at him so sharply, Remus gets a wave of nostalgia for the amount of times Lily's levied one of those his way. "No!" he announces, and Remus sighs inwardly. He'd thought they were past that...

Remus looks down at Padfoot, who rolls his eyes and plods forward to tug gently at Harry's shirt with his teeth. "No!" Harry tells him, and Remus blinks. "No!" They're drawing the attention of several people, people who don't know them, and Remus cringes. He looks nothing like Harry. At best, he could pass as an uncle, maybe, but definitely not his parent with his fair hair and tan-not-brown skin.

"Harry, it's time to go," Remus repeats lowly. Harry shoots him a teary look, his head hanging low. It's the tone of voice Remus almost never uses, and he feels a little guilty for employing it now. He sidles up to the shopkeep, apologizes for the theatrics, and pays (a rather outrageous amount) for the bags and bags of candy.

The walk home is tense. Harry doesn't want to ride Padfoot, and Padfoot walks sullenly next to Remus, casting him baleful, meaningful looks his way, expressing his own confusion. Man, they were really bad at this parenting shit. Maybe they were messing Harry up. Would he have been better with Petunia?

No. Remus has met Petunia on several occasions, each more unpleasant than the last. She didn't come to Lily and James's funeral. She did not deserve their son.

As soon as they're inside, Sirius shifts back into a man and tries to take some of the bags from him. "No!"

Sirius frowns. "...Harry, why can't I take these?"

"Because they're not yours."

Sirius crouches low to get on his level, and Remus is always impressed with how easy this looks for him. Fatherhood suits Sirius. "Whose are they?"

Harry looks at Remus. "Moony's." When Sirius and Remus don't immediately speak, Harry holds the bags up as high as he can and shoves his face into Sirius's neck. "Look!"

The bags in his hands hold what are, quite frankly, Remus's favorite sweets: honey sticks, cinnamon hard candies, chocolate pigs. Harry, coincidentally...does not like these things. "They're for me?"

Harry nods, but Remus can tell he's on the verge of tears. After months of tantrums, he's become an expert in reading the warning signs. So Remus takes the bags and kneels down next to Harry. "Thank you, Harry. That is very kind of you, I-" God, he's getting a little choked up and Harry doesn't know—he can't know—that his father did something similar on regular occasion when Remus was feeling poorly, or just because. James always had a snack, and Remus was often the recipient of a stray piece of candy. "Thank you."

Harry surges away from Sirius and launches himself at Remus, knocking him off-balance and sending him flat on his back. "M'sorry I made you sad."

Oh god. "Haz, no, that's not... You make me very happy. I love you. Padfoot loves you," Remus is quick to reassure him, folding him in his arms and holding him close. His little body is so very warm, precious and tiny against his, and Remus wishes he could undo all the pain between them.

"It's my nap time."

This kid constantly surprises him with how much he knows. "Too right, squid. Want me to tuck you in?" Sirius asks.

"No."

"Oh."

"Can Moony do it?"

Remus smiles and kisses the side of his face firmly. "Yes." And that was the end of No!...for about ten years, anyway.