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SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss.

#&. ask meme

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 && 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚛

Bare feet and stepping lightly through the aimless maze of the forest, Doris walked beneath the cover of darkness. Some would call her reckless, some would call her naive, to go lurking where most wouldn’t dare. But, to Doris -- the woods were a place a of peace. A place where we ever wandering mind could settle and she could think clearly. The beasts that also lurked, magical or otherwise, did not scare her. Perhaps that was what made her naive --- but they simply didn’t. Each one had a soul that deserved a chance.

Coming upon a fallen tree, Doris stopped, fishing into her bag for her journal and quill, with both in hand she took another moment to examine the tree. The way the roots warped upward, tangling into one another, signs of decay visible. The leaves buried with foliage as most have died and turned brown. Doris jotted quickly into her journal before placing both it and her quill away and continued on.

@creatureofnightmares

#&. doris and fenrir #&. the woods whispered to me #&. thread

mcthermurder

who i was THEN

&&

who i am NOW

are two VASTLY different people

#&. musings

♠ flowers

Doris loves all wildlife, plants and animals alike. However, flowers especially, there’s certain beauty to them that she appreciates.

Her mother used to hang them to dry in the window of their kitchen, and Doris as a child would watch as they died, but still kept their shape. One day when the sun shown and the wind whirled, Doris played in the meadow venturing further off their property. She discovered an array of colors, plant-life that nearly brought tears to her eyes. With specks of dirt covering her cheeks and bare feet caked with mud, she returned home to her mother and father. A proud smile spread wide across her dirtied features as she held out what looked to be a crown made of beautiful blooming flowers.

#&. headcanon #&. ask meme #&. answered #&. anonymous

How many people actually eat at Potlucks where they don't really know people? Do you eat food prepared by people that you have never seen wash their hands?

‘ Well considering I don’ follow people to the loo, I really wouldn’ know. But, some folks can be less than hygienic, so ‘s a thought. Besides, most food is prepared by magic anyways. ‘

#i have no idea what this ask is #but Im answering it in character ... ?#rip me lol #&. answered #&. anonymous

ridleydaisy

#&. musings #&. about Doris

vibraniumplums

For every ♠ I receive, I will post a headcanon about my muse!

BONUS: Specify a topic and I’ll make it about that topic!

#&. ask meme #I need to do things #send me things pls <3

pilvur-blog

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.

Tim Seibles, Slow Dance (via pilvur-blog)

#&. musings

fllowerchild-blog1

STARTER CALL | PLOTTING CALL

So, ayy basically like this for a starter and I’ll either come into your messages to plot or write you up a starter. I’m still working on a general connections for Doris. But, if there’s anything that you want lemme know !! I’m all for pre-established things or first meetings. But would certainly love pre-established relationships for this hippie witch.

#so I'm still getting to work on these and plotting with people !!#and getting my connections up #bare with me <3

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 | 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 && 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜

For once, Doris was actually content with being out. Relieved from the self immured solace she kept herself in. The recent events of Aversio sent doubts to hound her and plague her thoughts. Did she make the right decision ?? Sometimes she still heard the screams pound against her skull in the lone hours of the night. Whose were they ?? She didn't know.

Even more surprising, she was able to convince Sirius to join her. Being open to most, once upon a time, Doris easily understood their motives. Their emotions. -- War changed a great deal of things, including ones own heart. However, she discovered a sort of peculiar comfort in the other. Whatever it may be, she enjoyed his company and she knew that something was eating at him. Beckoning more impulse than usual. Perhaps they both needed a tether, something to console them. Or perhaps Doris would much rather focus on anything other than herself.

A muggle pub --- one she knew of thanks to her mother. As of late, she preferred the trivial ongoings of muggles. Events spoken she knew little of. No wanted posters in sight. Nothing that revealed that a war was raging around them. And whether Sirius wanted to or not, this was where they would perch.

Eyes flickered in his direction as they sat towards the back. Dimly lit and quiet, it brought peace to Doris’ ever wandering mind. ‘Sirius --- ‘ she spoke, ‘I know you’re worried about your friend. But, if there’s one thing I know -- from what you’ve told me -- he’s going to be fine. I promise.’