#thank you for the doodle thyme!!!!!

[cakeiilock]

You’re forever associated with the bardes. 2 me

YAYAYYAYY arianna!!! thank you thyme!!

;o; im glad i am the barde guy <3333!! my purpose in life has been fulfilled... /silly

[polysaur]

Emmy doodle 4 you

Deer doodle 4 you

[llavender-llama]

💙The wives fix the Rover💜💚

[skyward-floored]

Hi Peggy! CONGRATS ON FINISHING WHUMPTOBER

You did such an AMAZING job!! All your fics were so so good. I eagerly awaited them each day. And though it feels weird saying about whump content lol they really brightened my day. They were each so intense and wonderfully angsty in their own ways.

And gosh your Twilight meets the Chain and Downfall Time fics both live in my head rent free now. Fairy Wars too (I love him so much *holds him gently*)

I can’t wait to binge reread them all now!

(Also THANK YOU for your tags on my fics. They helped keep me writing even when I really wanted to give up <33)

AAAH TRIN

Thank you so much for reading them all!!! Your tags kept me going too, there were a lot of days this month when I sincerely debated giving up— but I’d see your kind tags and plow through, even when it felt impossible to put any words down <3

And thanks, hehe, I had a lot of fun writing those in particular! This definitely isn’t the last you’ve seen of Downfall Time, and I have a fic in the works that leans into fairy Warriors a bit too 😉

[basilthymee]

two moths... two mothes... two of them... two.. (2) woahg...

(feat. @splynter's marble)

[spacegoathours]

also idk if u mentioned it before (if so feel free to ignore) but was callie the one who chose disguise for thyme ? cuz i rlly like it

omg hux since tumblr finally un-shadowbanned you I can see this ask you sent in like, november! thanks tumblr!

have some old silly doodles of thyme in his earth disguise!! he and your sona could switch places for a day and no one would ever notice (and i love that)

Callie let Thyme choose the disguise himself!! she kept Thyme hidden away for a while after they got to Earth so he discovered ferrets online and thought they were neat. Callie probably would’ve done a more accurate job but she let Thyme decide on color and shape and stuff. i guess. the people of urth are dumdums anyway he can get away with it.

it’s supposed to be a ferret but conveniently for all of you i am bad at drawing.

[altercreationism]

Hiya! May I request a complex alterpack w/ blog name ideas and a color palette please and maybe ? :3 We'd really like for them to be based off of both Kuro Lolita + any other J-fashion you think would be cute to combine with that! I'd also really like for them to be non-human, have alot of kintpyes / therian types, and alot of trans-IDs! Also please no age-based paras and if you could please link the picrew you guys use, thank youuu!!

hello, lovely! here you go ♡ -mod angelic

USER ; ; KUROBABY ,, SHADYLOVNG ,, URFAVKURO ,, JLOVKURO

has logged on . . .

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2181842 <--> https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2307052

୨୧ SHIRO,, NOIRE,, FRILL,, DOLLE,, THYME,, ONYX,, LOVETTE ୨୧

დ 14 - 17 AGEFLUX CHRONOAGELESS |/| FEMMEMASC ENBY ও

she // her || he // him || they // them || it // its (only for partner)

დ omni polyam t4t lesboy >//> sourceless ((tulpagenic))

(rabbit, deer, cat, lemur, squid, shrike, raven, anglerfish therian)

�� middlex + protector + coltenoir ❦ text -🎀🌑

꧁transloli, transjapanese, transwasian, transcfs, transears, transhearing, transballjointeddoll, transtail, transfeathered, transdysphoric, transfrilly, transvoiced, transdating

cisbritish, ciskurololita, cisstudent, cisdarkhair, cisheterochromia, cispopular꧂

𝄇 celebriphilia, pyrophilia, plushophilia, spectrophilia 𝄇

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

a black, straight-haired girl who tends to keep her hair medium-length just below her shoulders. she has brown-eyed heterochromia with one eye darker than the other. her face is usually in a casual frown, and she wears only kuro lolita-themed clothing, all-black only. she typically wears bows and frills in only to get rid of her dysphoria.

'solemn' ✰ ✰ ✰ 'avoidant' ✰ ✰ ✰ 'fashionable'

stims with hands, glares often unintentionally, doodles eyes whenever bored, messes with fabric at times, picks at nails

୨୧ likes;; fashion, dress-up, silver, gems, feeding stray cats, mochi, black tea, being admired ୨୧

୨୧ dislikes;; loud people, dogs, messes, getting hurt, any kind of blood, being argued with, debates, being blamed for anything ୨୧

"(୨୧ the quick br0wn f0x jumps 0ver the lazy d0g.)"

parenthesis, puts ୨୧ before text, o = 0

[clemonthyne]

rebranding! corny doodles -> Clemonthyne

This blog will be under some construction! I hope to update my art and start posting once again :)

I'll still always go by "Corn;" but I think a new artist name is well over due than the one I made up on the spot my freshman year of high school! (wow long time) But I'll accept new nicknames from this new username as well :) Clem/Lem/whatever comes up!

Clemonthyne (pronounced Clementine) combines three plants: clementines, lemons, and thyme!

Clementines can mean releasing your own limitations and thinking out of the box; or just general enthusiasm and joy. However, the former meaning probably comes since clementines were actually not a man-made hybrid as most citrus are! It was a spontaneous hybridization in nature, and I do love some good spontaneity.

Lemons can represent renewal, love, and friendship! Also they're yellow and that's my favorite color :)

Thyme can mean strength, courage, and sacrifice.

I can't wait to see what's next in store for this brand, I really hope to get on it this year, so cheers to a new year and a new brand! Thank you all for your continuous support and patience!

[archiewantsheetmetal]

all the tags and reblogs added to this post + this post itself have made me cry just a little.

im fairly new to the fandom compared to the rest of you. I played my first Layton game back in august on my friend's phone in the middle of class. I saw the first cutscene and fell in love

But you've all been so kind and funny and genuinely some of the most friendly people I've come across in any fandom. And it feels like a friend group. And I truly think that that's what it is. And I think I got accepted pretty fast. Hopefully. I hope I am. I think I am

This fandom has kept my love for PL alive and I love seeing all the analyses and the fanart and the fanfiction with little to no toxicity at all.

I've opened up on tumblr because of PL. I've met new people that I love to talk to and mess around with.

There's a sense of security that comes with being on tumblr in the Layton fandom because of how close-knit everyone is, as another reblog said before me. It's such a joy to be here.

I'm glad you've all been so friendly towards me and each other. I don't ever see other tumblr users in a fandom frequently calling each other by a nickname or a piece of their username. That's something you do with friends. I've only seen it in the Layton fandom.

I don't know where I'm going with this. Nothing I'm saying here is getting my thoughts out.

I've gotten used to all of you and I hope you'll all allow me to call you my friends. In the short months I've been here, it feels so welcoming and friendly and there's always been someone telling me they like my stuff. Always been someone telling me how it's made them laugh or cry or think. Thyme IIRC the day you told me you wanted to write a fanfiction based on a simple doodle I drew, I got so happy I cried. That is what this fandom is to me. Thank you all so much. I really, really mean it.

The PL fandom has so many good fucking writers and artists. How amazing is it that we’re all gathered here over a man who’s built like a graham cracker?

[ohmrcrow]

Brithday hell thyme!!!

jokes aside, this brithday is very bittersweet for me. I don't often open up pubicly about my current state and feelings but fuck it this is my blog.

Content Warning // Suicide, Trauma, Emptiness, Loneliness, Low Self Esteem, and Gender Dysphoria

It's not only the age thing, but also everything that has happened up to this point; this very point where I'm writing this blog right now. Ik people would say everything happens for a reason, but i still question and often wish things have gone differently espcially since I'm left with scars such as trust issues, nightmares, and trauma im not going to get into.

I'm in an okay state but i still feel empty inside somehow.

I know, and have been told it's not worth chasing friendships i've lost, But i still do kinda miss them and all the postive memories i have about them. Although, It's nice not having to hear/deal with drama every single fucking day, not having a shit sleep schedule because i stayed up too late in one vc, no longer dealing with the constant thought of wanting to off myself everday and the feeling of everyone around hates me but kept me around for some reason.

It's finally nice to have some peace and clarity for once, but sometimes it gets too quite to the point i hear my own thoughts, made up senarios and sometimes even relapse into my own bad behavior. i already kinda relapse but I'm picking myself back up again.

And on top of this, i've been trying to figure out my own gender identity and even been dealing with dysphoria, and my own low self esteem.

It's difficult for me to come to terms with everything but I sorta moved on (not really, I'm still struggling with that), but every now and then i suddenly think about my whole life and everything that had happened. I know i was a very toxic person back then, my hyper activeness didnt help at all, and i made alot of terrible decisions, have done a lot of terrible shit, i've caused a lot of pain to others and was pretty much a peice of shit.

It's now my job to keep learning from my mistakes, from my poor behavior in the past, and to teach others so they don't make the same mistakes i did, or not go through the same suffering. I'm no saint, but it's the best i can do as of now.

I'm very grateful for my friends being there for me, and my family for helping me get the professional help i need. I'm also thankful for all the birthday wishes, Here's an extra doodle of me and my friend to lighten the mood since we both share the same birthday.

Anyways, i hope to whoever is reading this. I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, or night! 💕✨

[icarusatmidnight]

Thyme! Hit me up with a bad pun, my Bud! Or drop me a story of a time a mistimed flirt got you in hot water

“Oh, hey! Well, I ain’t honestly great at telling them. I kinda just end up giggling too much and then laughing too much and all the words get lost and it’s kinda a terrible scene.

“So, I guess I have to tell …that story then, urgh. To be fair, I wasn’t really flirting with anyone. See? Me and my cousin have this silly habit of mailing each other stupid candy. Like I get her scorpion suckers, she gets me …mostly lewd shit like gummy dicks and such.

"So this time, it was a bag of very racy candy hearts~ And I was eating and playing with them while I was on the phone with Erica, telling her all the good ones too. They were some real gems in that pack, let me tell you! 

"I also might’ve arranged them in like heart outline, as you do, and might’ve left them on the kitchen table, as you do, and might’ve forgotten I had a newish roommate, as you do, and the whole thing might’ve come off looking a bit… not flirty. Creepy, maybe? Yeah, definitely creepy.

"Thankfully though, Deacon is tactless and didn’t give much of a fuck. She just poked into my room to let me know she’s not much into dogs and I decided to not show my face in our apartment for like a week and a half. For reasons, very specific not-anxiety related reasons.

"So, yeah! It’s not so much hot water but it was still absurdly mortifying all the same. Thanks for reminding me! :’D”

[coffeestainsandcashmere]

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - (older Dramione) Part Five

I hope you enjoy this one! It features a surprise snooty owl (I wonder who could own such a creature???) and some well-meaning concern from a friend. And some banter. And an expensive lunch. Because Theo is extra and can’t help himself. And it’s 4.6k words long...

I also realised that, since I wrote the first chapter basically out of the blue and not really intending for it to blow up into a big multi-part story, I’ve messed up the timeline a little with Harry’s kids, so I’ll have to go back and fix that when it comes to a re-edit before it goes up on AO3, but for now, just handwave it, ok? :)

Finally, many thanks for your lovely owls, anonymous or otherwise, about this story and where it’s going! I was honestly floored by the feedback I’ve got, and thank you to those who’ve reblogged it and helped get it out there for folks to read. I have a very small following since this side-blog is fairly new, so all reblogs are very much appreciated. I did a quick doodle for the cover of the story which you can find here, if you’re interested in how I pictured Draco and Scorpius standing in the steam from the Hogwarts Express from chapter one.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Far earlier on Monday morning than she was accustomed to these days, Hermione woke with a start and frowned, confused. Eyes dry and prickly, and hair absolutely everywhere, she sat up and looked around, straining her ears as she blearily tried to work out what had yanked her so unceremoniously from a deep and mercifully dreamless sleep. Her Muggle alarm clock silently showed 05:54 in harsh red numbers, and nothing had touched the wards or tried to get in, though there was something thrumming against them, like the lingering reverberations of a plucked harp string.  

The temporary stillness was shattered when a wild scrabbling of claws and the beating of enormous wings started up against her bedroom window. With a flailing shriek of surprise, she nearly fell out of bed, but after taking a deep breath, she stumbled out from under the covers to wrench the curtains open.  

“Bloody owls!” she began, but drew up short when she saw the unfamiliar bird waiting impatiently on the other side of the glass.  

There, battering its truly monstrous talons against the glass, was a colossal eagle owl. When it saw her, it stopped its fussing to perch haughtily on the brick windowsill outside and fix her with a fiery red glare. If owls could have raised their eyebrows, she got the impression that this one would have done it at the sight of her.  

“Yeah, well, it’s early. What did you expect?” she groused as she slid the window panel to one side and the bird looked around her bedroom with obvious disdain. Imperiously, it stuck out one leg, like a noble expecting a servant to remove a dirty boot, and she saw a rolled-up piece of parchment with a green wax seal and a green ribbon to bind it together.  

“Who do you belong to then?” she asked, going automatically to stroke the bird’s flight-ruffled chest plumage. It instantly hissed and nipped at her fingers, and she barely drew them back in time. “Christ! No need for that,” she gasped. She’d never met a postal owl as cantankerous as this one. “I usually give visiting owls a treat, but I don't think I like your manners one bit.”  

With the letter in hand, she slid the window closed again, leaving a gap just small enough that the bird wasn’t going to barge its way in. She wondered if it had been instructed to wait for an answer because it began almost immediately clicking its beak against the glass and hooting indignantly. 

“Manners makyth bird,” she snapped without looking up, and broke the unfamiliar wax seal on the letter.

It had a cursive ‘M’ within a circle, but was otherwise unadorned. Unfurling it, she glanced at the name on the bottom and her eyebrows rose as her growing suspicions were confirmed. It was signed in a princely English roundhand by none other than Draco Malfoy.  

She snorted, glancing back at the bird who was doing its best basilisk impression from the other side of the glass. “Who else would have such a snotty owl?”

It hooted childishly at her again and she laughed.  

Dear Hermione,

I must beg of you to forgive the unspeakably rude hour of this correspondence, but I am leaving this morning for France by portkey for a couple of days and I had hoped to get your answer before I left. I should add now before you read any further — although with your kind heart I fear it may be too late already — that Cassiopeia here is not fond of physical affection, but is very partial to owl treats. She can be bribed into doing almost anything for food, but affection is sadly not in her nature, so please be careful with your fingers around her beak. The only reason I was able to get her to fly at all at this time of the day was to bribe her lavishly. She’s terribly spoilt, and for that, I’m sorry too.  

Hermione shot another look at the bird, who narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Cassiopeia, eh?” she said and the enormous owl bobbed a few times. “Prideful about your good looks then, are you? You should know how your namesake’s story ended then. But, I suppose you could be forgiven since you are an inordinately pretty bird. You’ll still not get a crumb from me after trying to take my fingers off though. I’ll be having words with Malfoy about that.”  

Cassiopeia ruffled her feathers and promptly turned her back on Hermione. The bird didn’t take off, so she returned her attention to the letter.  

I spent all weekend thinking about our evening together on Friday, but it will come as little surprise to you to learn that it has taken me all that time to muster up my limited courage to ask you to dinner at your next convenience. Naturally, I left it to the last possible moment to ask you. I have a place in mind in London, but it’s a little more out of the way than the restaurants on Diagon Alley. I have it on authority from the owner that you have never been there, and I would very much like to surprise you, but if you would feel more comfortable knowing in advance, then you can ask Theo while I am out of the country.  

Staggered, Hermione stared at the letter and found her vision swimming a little. Blinking, she was shocked to find tears blurring his formal — almost painfully formal — words.  

But how long had it been since anyone had actually asked her on a date? ‘Too intimidating’, ‘too boring’, ‘too work-orientated’, ‘too bossy’, ‘too driven’ were all things she’d heard at one point or another, and admittedly many of them from Ron.  

Thirty seven wasn’t even old - especially by magical standards - but she didn’t exactly have the same bright-eyed charms as someone like, say, Lavender did anymore. Hard work, and a draining marriage seemed to have sapped much of the youth and vigour from her. And, if she were honest, being replaced by someone supposedly ‘more attractive’ had damaged her more deeply than she cared to admit, even to herself. There were certainly days when she felt like a washed-up, burnt-out, dowdy old matron. She had crashed out of a sparkling career in the Ministry to run a scruffy old second-hand bookshop next to the newly-refurbished Florian Fortescue’s ice cream parlour.  

“Why are you even bothering, Malfoy?” she murmured aloud as she stared blankly at the letter in her hands. With looks like his — and a groaning Gringotts’ account if the rumours were to be believed, not that that mattered a jot to Hermione — he could probably have had almost any witch he wanted, his past and reclusive behaviour be damned. And yet he was asking her to dinner after having only met twice since they turned eighteen? Three times, she supposed if she included that brief encounter at the Ministry on the night of the attack.  

Perhaps he was lonely just wanted the company. Perhaps she was just… convenient; a chump with a soft spot for outcasts…

Before she let herself go too far down that unsavoury rabbit hole, she forced herself to read on, heart pounding. Outside on the windowsill, the owl had gone very still, watching her with curious, orange eyes.  

Please feel free to send Cassiopeia back with your response either way. I hope I have not overstepped or misread how things are between us now, especially given our history, but I find my thoughts returning over and over to our evening, and to that surprise lunch on the 1st of September. I’m not sure what I had expected when you asked me to join you that day, but I certainly hadn’t expected to enjoy myself as much as I did. In the years since I became Scorpius’ sole guardian, I have not sought the company of others, nor have I particularly enjoyed it when it has been inflicted upon me, but those two occasions spent with you have drawn me out of myself. You truly are a remarkable witch, and I’m more moved and honoured than I can express that you have given me even this much of your precious time already.  

Before I begin to ramble too freely, I think I must sign off here.  

Yours,  

D.M.  

P.S. Scorpius did write to me in the end. He has a detention already, and Potter’s youngest is also involved somehow… I will get more details from him anon, and no doubt a letter from McGonagall in due course.  

For a long time, Hermione stood in her bedroom, with her hair in a wild halo around her head and her scruffy old pyjamas hanging low on her hips, just staring at his signature.  

When Draco’s owl began to fidget and fuss again, she sighed and looked up. “Sit tight,” she breathed. “I’m going to get a piece of paper and if you keep quiet, I might bring an owl treat with me when I come back, ok?”

Cassiopeia narrowed her eyes and ducked her head suspiciously, but remained put on the windowsill, so she took that as a ‘yes’ and disappeared into her tiny study.  

Grabbing a biro from the chipped mug that served as a pen and quill pot, and tearing a sheaf of paper from a muggle notebook, she scrawled a note back to him.  

With that done, and before she could talk herself out of what she had just accepted, she returned to his owl with a treat. The bird mobbed her for it instantly, but Hermione scowled at her, snatched her hand back, and barked, “Wait! My goodness, you are spoilt. Let me attach this first, and if I manage it without you drawing blood or otherwise maiming me, not only will it be a flipping miracle, but you’ll get your sodding treat, alright?”

The bird went still with a tiny shuffle of her wings, and stuck out her leg.  

“Thank you,” Hermione said tartly.  

Cassiopeia took off with her note attached by the same green ribbon and secured with a basic sticking charm. The downdraft from her departure sent bits of accumulated detritus from the window ledge spiralling up into Hermione’s face, but she coughed and blinked, and watched the bird soar way up into the sky. The receding dot of her silhouette banked west, out of sight and in the eventual direction of Wiltshire and Malfoy Manor.  

Malfoy Manor.  

She’d hardly given the place any thought since that fateful night ten or so years ago when Malfoy had been attacked, a whole wing had been burned to the ground, and Scorpius had nearly been killed. They’d never said in the papers who had done it, and the Auror Office had been distinctly tight-lipped about it. Not that she’d really bothered to find out more, if she were honest. Once Malfoy’s little yowling mandrake had left her office in his father’s arms, she had been almost instantly reabsorbed with her own caseload, and Harry had never mentioned the outcome of the investigation to her. A twinge of gilt shot through her but she pushed it down. It was hardly a topic for dinnertime conversation either, so she doubted she’d find out immediately.  

She thought vaguely about clambering back into bed, but since she was up, she headed to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of tea. It had been a while since she’d been up before dawn, and she had some paperwork to do anyway.  

Cassiopeia’s appearance was not the only unusual thing to happen to her that day. She had no visitors to the shop at all for the entire morning, but when the brass bell above the door did finally chime, she looked up from the desk at the back of the shop to find Theo striding in.  

“Hi, love,” he grinned, stepping deer-like over the stack of recent arrivals beside the counter and stooping to hug her where she sat. “Lunch. You and me. Now.”

“Theo, I have a shop to run,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I can’t just… leave. Besides, I brought sandwiches.”

“I will literally pay you the price of an entire chest of first editions to spend the next few hours in my company if things are that tight. Or I could just… buy you an entire chest of first editions,” he said, adding with his most dangerous puppy-dog eyes, “Seriously, please come to lunch with me?”

She flicked her wrist and the ‘open’ sign hanging in the glass-panelled door flipped over to ‘closed’. “I’m not accepting your money, Theo. What’s the occasion?”

He twitched slightly and then flashed her a grin; a combination that made her instantly wary. “Does a gentleman need ‘an occasion’ to ask a beautiful lady to lunch?” he asked, his brown eyes wide with feigned innocence.  

Hermione slowly raised one eyebrow. “You’re gay. And happily married. And that’s a terrible line. Try again.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t take my very best friend out,” he shrugged nonchalantly.  

Something was definitely up.  

“Draco Malfoy is, and always has been, your very best friend in all the world. Try again.”

“You,” he said, actually growling the word this time with comical frustration, “Are one very persistent witch.”

“Mmhmm. How do you think I made it to Minister by twenty-seven, darling,” she grinned, still without getting up from her chair. “Last chance or I turn that sign around and forcibly evict you from my shop.”  

Theo whipped his wand out from his inner jacket pocket like he was in a duel, and apparently vanished the offending sign from the door altogether. “There. Your threats are empty. Come to lunch with me.”

“Theodore Nott, you return my sign this instant.”

“Say you’ll come to lunch with me, and the sign goes back up.”

“I will not be threatened in my own shop!” she laughed, arms folding across her chest like a petulant child. “Put it back. Now.”

“Say you’ll come with me,” he said with a wide, playful grin, planting his hands on the counter and leaning his long frame forwards.  

She had to bite her lips to stop from giggling. The charming scoundrel knew she’d say yes anyway. “I’ll tell Dan you were bullying me,” she said.  

“Tell him; he’ll never believe you. He thinks I’m lovely. Come on, Hermione,” he added, softening from playful to plaintive. “I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“You and my ‘very best friend in all the world’, that’s what,” he said, and levelled her with a flat stare.

Her stomach dropped and she remembered the letter from that morning. And its contents. ‘…if you would feel more comfortable knowing, then you can ask Theo while I am gone’ Draco had said. He’d spoken with Theo about asking her out. She didn't know whether to be honoured or embarrassed.

Seeing her expression slip, Theo came round the side of the counter to stand beside her and leaned his hips against the wooden desk. “So you like him?”

“I… Why would that be a surprise?”

Theo blinked, and then his gaze flickered down to her left forearm. Everyone knew about the word engraved into her skin with the point of a cursed knife — she’d never tried to conceal it — but not many knew the real truth of just how the slur had come to be carved indelibly into her flesh. Theo was one of the few who did. “You’re really asking me why I’m surprised you like him?” he said in a hoarse whisper. “You, of all people?”

She took a very deep breath, held it, and then sighed. “Let’s go. You’re paying though. And I’m drinking.”

He managed a shy smile, and as they approached the front door of her shop his shimmering illusion around the sign dissolved to reveal it once again.  

“Cheeky bugger,” she smirked at him and he waggled his eyebrows disarmingly. An undercurrent of anxiety still lurked beneath his jovial expression though.  

A number of new restaurants had opened up in Diagon Alley, but Theo’s and Dan’s favourite was a sleek, modern establishment, quite different from the fusty old decor of the Leaky Cauldron or the other more traditional restaurants in wizarding London. It also sat overlooking the crooked columns of Gringotts, and was eye-wateringly expensive. Naturally, Theo was greeted by name at the door, and the pair were shown without fuss or fanfare to one of the nicest — and most secluded — tables.

With food ordered, and enormous balloon-glasses of wine in front of them, Theo fixed her with a serious look and steered the conversation around to the real reason for his impromptu lunchtime kidnapping. “He finally grew a pair and asked you to dinner then?”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “I take it this is… unusual for him?”

Theo tipped his head back and chuckled softly, sounding more tired than amused. “That’s putting it mildly, love. Until Friday, I had the devil’s own job trying to get dear Draco to leave his gloomy little manor house and come to anything. I had to blackmail him into coming to our anniversary, you know?”  

Hermione just frowned, not entirely sure if he was being serious or not.  

Theo let out a slow breath and stared into his wineglass, idly twirling the stem between long fingers. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said without looking at her, “I’m beyond grateful that he finally seems to be opening up to the idea of… being somewhat… vulnerable again, but…”

“You’re worried I’m going to hurt him,” she said quietly, and Theo bowed his head. “Theo, I’m… You know me. This isn’t just some one night stand with a rich, attractive bloke I met in a bar. I haven’t —” she leaned in close over the table and hissed, “I haven’t even had sex with anyone in years, Theo. Years!” She brushed an errant corkscrew of hair back out of her eyes, embarrassed.

His lips twitched at that, but his eyes remained stormy.  

“I’m not going into this lightly. I was honestly as surprised as you are, but I wouldn’t even be considering going on a date with Draco Malfoy if I wasn’t completely convinced that he was no longer the bratty little owl-pellet he was back at Hogwarts.”

At that, Theo barked such a loud laugh that the patrons at the tables nearby turned to look at him like he’d sworn in a church. He covered his mouth with his hand and snickered himself into silent tears for a good thirty seconds before she rolled her eyes and sat back with her glass in her hand, waiting for him to control himself again.  

“I’m telling Dan you called him that. And Pansy. They’ll love it.”

“Right,” she said, cheeks suddenly hot. “Well, as much as he might have been an owl pellet, let’s not have it become a ‘thing’, hmm?”

The mirth in his face simmered back down and he looked at her steadily over the rim of his wineglass. “Look, I care about both of you, and I can see this going two ways. One: you realise that the two of you actually have an awful lot in common, he takes you to increasingly fancy places for dates, you have lots of steamy sex, and finally settle down together. Two: the past gets in the way, you both say hurtful stuff you don’t really mean, and you both end up single and twice as miserable as you were before you went for lunch at the Leaky. Don't think I didn’t know about that, either,” he added.  

“You’re such a gossip,” she snapped.  

“I was being serious, Hermione,” he said, leaning to one side as their food arrived.  

She paused until the waiter had left but didn’t make any move to pick up her cutlery. “Are you looking out for him or for me?” she asked.  

Theo sighed. “Both of you. But…”

“Mostly Draco, huh?”

“He’s like a brother to me, Hermione. He was there for me when no one else was. You know the things my father did to me as a child, and Draco helped me through all of it. And ‘Cissa too. And I couldn’t believe it when he actually showed up at drinks the other night. Watching him, it… it was like the old Draco had come back to me. The nice ‘old Draco’, I mean.” His eyes glistened and he blinked rapidly, voice cracking as he continued. “After the attack, he shut himself away at the Manor with Scorpius, as if he could keep the whole world out just to keep little Scorp safe. I thought… I thought he’d never leave, Hermione.”

“You never talked about any of this,” she said gently, forcing herself to make a start on her linguine despite the fact that her appetite had vanished almost completely.  

Theo shrugged. “I guess… I guess I wanted to give him the privacy he craved, and to be honest, I didn’t think you’d be all that sympathetic to him after your history.”

At that, she scowled, but she could see his point. “Theo, I held his screaming infant in my arms for hours while he was being questioned by the Aurors that night. I saw his face when he came to my office for Scorpius afterwards.” She shook her head. “No one who saw him then could believe he was even a shadow of the person he had been at Hogwarts.”

At her words, Theo had stopped eating, fork held loosely between perpetually-ink-stained fingers even as it rested on his plate. “You did? He never said.”

She tried not to examine that last comment too closely. “Mm. Harry didn't know what else to do with him, so he brought Scorpius to me to see if I could quieten him down. In the end all it took was a handful of my hair and a few poorly-sung folk songs. But you’re missing the point, Theo. You could have trusted me with things that were worrying you. I would have listened to you.”

“I —” he cut off and cleared his throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… Aside from Dan, I don’t think I love anyone as much as I love him.”

It was Hermione’s turn to choke up a little, but she swallowed and said, “Then I can think of no greater accolade for his character.” She looked up at him and added, “So where’s he taking me then?”

“You said yes?”

“I did. I like him. And not just because he looks like a flipping marble statue brought to life. He’s thoughtful, and he always was extremely intelligent and articulate. I’ve really enjoyed talking with him this time around. I think… I think…” she pursed her lips and took a too-big gulp of wine. Luckily it all went down the right way, and she forged on. “I think… we could work. Or at least… I want to see where it goes, Theo.”

With a slow nod, Theo finally relaxed his shoulders and let out a shaky breath. “He wants to take you to The Foundry.”  

“I’ve never heard of it,” she mumbled. It wasn’t one of the ones in Diagon Alley, for sure.

Theo made a side-to-side movement of his head. “I’m not surprised. It’s…”

“Oh God, is it horrifically expensive?” she asked, eyes wide with a sudden abject terror. “Theo, if he’s going to take me somewhere hideously fancy for our first date, I’m going to back out right now…”

The corners of his lips lifted and he shook his head. “Not in the way you’re thinking. You have to know the owners to get a table though, and there are no menus. They’ll ask if you have any allergies, but other than that, you eat what they serve you.”

“Holy fuck, Theo…”

“Trust me, you’ll love it. The place used to be a bell foundry in the seventeenth century — hence the name — and it’s this gorgeous brick building with arches and vaults, and cosy little corners,” he added, raising his eyebrows. “You’ll forget where you are and be as comfortable as if you were in your own pokey little Muggle living room. I promise.”

She narrowed her eyes and took another gulp of wine. “I’ll take your word for it, Nott,” she said. “What should I wear?”

Without hesitation, he said, “That burgundy number you haven’t worn since Pansy told you to buy it.”

She blanched at that. “Theo, it’s…”

“Gorgeous? Revealing in all the right ways, yet modest enough to suit you? Dead sexy? Exactly the kind of thing that will make Draco lose his goddamn mind when he sees you in it? The kind of thing that will make him spend all evening simultaneously admiring you in it and mentally tearing it off you —”

“Theo, stop!” she hissed, flushing darker. “For God’s sake shut up!”

He cackled into the remainder of his wine, but refused to give any more sartorial advice.  

“Burgundy dress and heels it is, I guess,” she said, and the two of them focused on their food again.  

“I hope,” Theo said as they left a very leisurely two hours later, “I hope you don’t think I was too…” he jiggled nervously on the balls of his feet as he held the door open for her, “Overbearing…”

“I mean, you did ambush me, blackmail and threaten me into having lunch with you at the fanciest restaurant in Diagon Alley where I couldn’t reasonably kick up a fuss, and then proceed to tell me all sorts of heartrending stories about Draco and yourself…”  

When she saw the wounded look in Theo’s brown eyes, she stopped and turned to face him.

“Theo, no. You’re one of my best friends, and you clearly care about us both. Stop panicking,” she added when she saw the slightly wild light in his eyes. “You didn’t try to tell me what to do or who to see. You’re looking out for your friends, and making sure we’re both… serious about this. And I appreciate that.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and added, “But know that if you keep meddling beyond that, I will hex your bollocks off and make you explain it to Dan.”

“Understood,” he said with a watery smile. “I was worried I’d overstepped.”

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me one thing.”

“Name it.”

“Did you have the same talk with Draco about breaking my heart?”

His handsome, freckled face split into a blinding white grin. “I did.”

“Forgiven,” she said. “Now, some of us actually have to work for a living.”

“I work!” he squealed. “I work bloody hard up in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, thank you very much!”

“I know you do,” she conceded. “Not that you actually need a job, you filthy rich prick.”

Theo laughed long and loud, scooping her hand up in his and walking arm in arm down the bustling, cobbled street towards her bookshop. “And to think,” he chimed with a sidelong look down at her, “You used to be Minister for Magic with that mouth.”

“I know,” she said. “It nearly got me into trouble on many an occasion.”

Kneazel and Quill’s little sign swung jauntily in the breeze and Theo gave a slight bow from the waist when they stopped at the door. With anyone else, it might have seemed foppish and insincere, but with Theo, she knew he meant it. He was only silly like this with his closest friends.  

“Good day, fair maiden of the dusty bookshop,” he said. “And thank you for giving my idiot best friend a chance.”

Hermione nodded and smiled. She stood and soaked up the autumn sunshine for a while as she watched his retreating back, until he eventually disappeared into the Diagon Alley entrance to the Ministry and she slid back into the musty quiet of her little sanctuary.

Chapter Six

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of friendship! Next time, Hermione and Draco go for that date...!! Things will start to gain momentum too, fear not. It’s not going to be an eternal slow-burn...

writing masterlist | Ao3

[spacegoathours]

doodle request; thyme and gir meeting eachother, being friends? :) Sir unit buddies

thank you i love this ;n;b

GIR shared his piggy! how nice of him!

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tag games ✰

here’s just a long post of me continuing on tag games that i’ve been tagged in but haven’t had the time to answer hehe

however if you see this, you’re tagged by me if you haven’t done it already :) and thank you @hyunjaethereal​, @timextoxhajima​​ , @sankyeom​​ , @viastro​​ , @bbangsoonie​​​, @wavesmp3​​​ and @shionwrites​​​ for tagging me ily guys <3

✰ element writer tag ✍️

what element writer are you?

magma writer

Molten rock that still has to surface. You're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. You're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. You're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. You break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. You are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. If i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. Your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. But the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. Your stories are the ones that make the world change.

damn no need to hurt me like that

✰ what is your unorthodox love language?

for this one i took it with my friends and it was sharing foods with your loved ones!!

and this really hit home <//3

✰ playlist tag

rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

flag by tbz

sit down by nct 127

after school by weeekly

come back home by 2ne1

good to me by svt

from by ateez

secret story of the swan by iz*one

she’s in the rain by the rose

shoot by itzy

asap by stayc

✰ writer positivity tag 🪴

rules: bold the things that apply to you

I am a talented writer | I have a way with words | I can plan my stories really well | I can improvise my stories really well | I am great at writing realistic dialogue | I can really paint a picture with my words | My writing is very atmospheric | I am great at descriptions | I am great at action | I am great at touching people with my stories | the backstories of my characters are all diverse and I feel like I truly know them | I am great at making a realistic and complex personalities | I really enjoy the character dynamics and relationships in my wips | my main characters aren't always the same | I am great at coming up with gripping beginnings | I am great at coming up with gripping endings | I am great at coming up with titles  | I am in love with my characters and would die for them if they were real | I love how I write animals and mystic creatures | I am great at world-building | I have intriguing and gripping plots | I write amazing character-driven stories | I am great at capturing and keeping the audience's attention | I am persistent even when I want to give up | I'm very organized with my writing notes | I am constantly learning from every story I encounter | I devour books

✰ this or that intimate moments (bold what applys)

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

✰ aesthetic tag

➼ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 13/20 (had a hunch)

baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | re-watching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

➼ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 7/20 

neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

|➼ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐘 4/20

closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

➼ 𝟕𝟎’𝐒 5/20

colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

➼ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 4/20

collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colourful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairylights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details |

✰ zodiac this or that (i’ll do my big three)

Pisces sun: Aquamarine or Amethyst. Sea Green or Ocean Blue. Tulips or Carnations. Turmeric or Willow Herb. Surfing or Water Skiing. Ocean or River. Poetry or Painting. Dolphins or Whales. Pineapple or Watermelon. Telekinesis or Reality Warping/Illusion powers. Zinfandel or Spiked punches/lemonades. Starfish or Seashells. Healing Crystals or Dreamcatchers. Psychic powers or Water bending/manipulation. Coneflower or Iris. Lighthouse or Watermill. Baby’s breath or Waterlily. Taurus or Capricorn.

Taurus moon: Green or Pink. Malachite or Emerald. Roses or Violets. Thyme or Brasil. Vanilla or Chocolate. Candles or Bath bombs. Painting or Jewelry making. Seduction powers or Enchanted jewerly, treasure, or gemstones. Foxglove or Larkspur. Chocker or Medallion necklaces. Apples or Grapes. Singing or Humming. Elephants or Turtles. Gardening or Shopping. Having a homebody day or Taking a walk in nature. Pinot Noir or Bourbon. Precognition or Manipulating life force. Violin or Lute. Cancer or Pisces.

Virgo rising: Navy Blue or Olive Green. Peridot or Sardonyx. Peony or Sweet Pea. Hops or Rosemary. Chess or Checkers. Carrot Cake or Fig Bar/Cakes/Cookies. Knitting or Crocheting. Grammar Checking/Quality Assurance or Critiquing a piece of work. Golf or Tennis. Buttercups or Morning Glory. Herbs magic or Earth and plant bending. Mice or Bees. Cabernet Frank or Micro-brews. Enchanted Garden or Magic that can perfect skills. Bunnies or Deer. Cancer or Scorpio.

[tristealven]

Tagged by: @halcynth, thank you 💕   

Tagging: @neoyorzapoteca, @kdecember30, @garbji, @specialguiltmuseum, @kausaustralis, @towonderland72, @champagneleftie, @vesperthine, @freethepoets & @blood-to-ink  

What’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? when i’m alone and no one can hear, i love to sing along to låt mej va de e bra by lill lindfors

What’s your favourite flower/tree/plant? lavender, stone pine, thyme & sage

Favourite colours? yellow, orange, all the greens

What do you always doodle? bees, plants, cats

How do you take your coffee/tea? espresso with a splash of milk, tea with honey or lemon

Favourite candle scent? i don’t burn candles

Sunrise or Sunset? i love both

What perfume do you wear? i don’t wear perfume, but my shampoo & conditioner smell like coconut

Favourite quote? i don’t know how to choose. but here’s a few:

“Language excites me. Irrational thought excites me. I spend most of my time listening instead of writing. A shard of language might come: a phrase, a word, an anagram, and I’d just keep it in my pocket, like a little seed, warming in my fist.” — Ocean Vuong

“Finally, she said: “I’m lonely” — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: “I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street.” — Catherynne M. Valente

“IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY” — Jenny Holzer

Favourite self care routine(s)? a walk in the forest, long shower (which is not good for the environment :/), hanging out with my cat. 

Fuzzy socks or house slippers? both, tbh

What colour are your eyes? green

What’s your favourite eye colour on others? i don’t care, most eyes are beautiful

Favourite season? Why? i love spring and early autumn, when it’s neither too hot nor too cold

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses? all the kisses

What does your happy place look like? i’m at the cabin with my cat. i go for an early morning swim & the lake is empty. the birds are singing. there are no people anywhere. on my walk back i find raspberries. there’s coffee waiting for me in the thermos & i’m going to either write or read the whole day.

Favourite breed of dog? i’m allergic to dogs, but anything that’s not over-bred, i guess?

Do you ever want to be married? if so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme? i’ve always thought that marriage is not for me, and even if it was, i’m not into weddings & would never want to have one.

Cursive or print? my handwriting is a little bit of both. when i want it to look pretty i write in cursive.

Favourite weather? cool & sunny

[vesperthine]

tagged by: @tristealven  thank you, dear! ♡   

tagging: @champagneleftie, @vanqoh , @nofeartina , @skamskada , @wherebluebirdssing , @irazor , @evakuality

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? young dad - hoffmaestro and diamonds on the soles of her shoes - paul simon

what’s your favourite flower/tree/plant? forget-me-nots, willows, firs & thyme

favourite colours? navy blue, charcoal grey, burgundy, ochre-yellow, this certain kind of petrol-green? 

what do you always doodle? trees and elephants

how do you take your coffee/tea? coffee: just a hint of milk. tea: green, with maple syrup and almond milk.

favourite candle scent? yankee candles ‘aloe vera’ candles.

sunrise or sunset? i adore both, but if pressed: sunrise. because of the quiet.

what perfume do you wear? for everyday wear: fijian water lotus from the body shop. for nicer events: the original eau de cologne.

favourite quote? so many. one of at least a hundred:

“For every fear, there’s said to be a triggering effect. Someone holding a gun saying: ‘this may be my fault, but it’s still your story’.” Aziza Barnes - “Hypnophobia”

favourite self care routine(s)? going for a run, do proper stretches, have a bath and read poetry.

fuzzy socks or house slippers? power move: woollen socks in house slippers.

what colour are your eyes? brown.

what’s your favourite eye colour on others? contrasts intrigue me; dark eyes on fair people, light eyes on darker individuals.

favourite season? why? autumn. when it’s grey, cold, raining and it smells of decay everywhere, but the trees are flaming. my creativity skyrockets then.

cheek, neck, or nose kisses? neck kisses.

what does your happy place look like? i’m living in a small row house by myself. it’s close to the sea and i have a big dog or a cat. my friends live close by, and i can call them for a coffee once a week. it rains a lot: i have a small garden where i can grow potatoes, carrots and maybe beetroots. i have a set routine, my work is saving lives or lets me help teenagers feel like someone listens. but i still have time for my art in the evenings. 

favourite breed of dog? my aunt has a dalmatian. i love my aunt, i love her dog, but i don’t know if i love all dalmatians? otherwise, i have soft spot for lurchers.

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme? i don’t. the only people i know that have stayed together, are the couples that never got married or just signed the papers without the ceremony. no wedding for me.

cursive or print? print.

favourite weather? twelve degrees celsius with a light drizzle that never lets up.