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[shamenomore]

Dropping a new starter call for new mutual. Gonna try to go to bed. Thanks guys. Like if you wanna plot or just a random starter. Y'all know the drill. If multi. Name muses !!

-Anna

Name the paring please!!

[primordialruin]

Cups her rosy cheeks in her hands and plasters her lips upon her forehead, stamping both the skin and a couple of blonde strands in the hue of her lipstick. It will never be transfer proof! She refuses! @heartscfvalor

[saunteredslowlydownward]

Finding Tiegan

@heartscfvalor

The dirt from digging Emma's grave was still under Dean's fingers when Dean found the pages. He had long wondered about the spans of time that were seemingly missing from Dad's journal, stretches of days and sometimes even weeks with no notes or observations. It could easily have been written off as a matter of having nothing to write, but that never sat right with Dean. He'd been going through a box of lore notes from Dad's old lock up when he'd come across them.

He held some very fond memories of his weekend with Catherine... even if those memories were a bit on the fuzzy side given how high they had both been flying during the majority of it. He'd left her his number when he left even though he didn't expect that she would ever call; it was never meant to be more than it was between them. Turns out he'd been wrong on that count... except that Dad had been the one to take that call when it came. Told her not to call again, didn't tell Dean about the call. Didn't tell Dean about the *baby*.

Dean tried to tell himself that it was for the best. His being involved in the kid's life was nothing but a recipe for trouble. He had two painful examples of that dead (or as good as) in his past. With the Leviathans on their trail, it would be monumentally stupid to go looking for him. But then Sam had found the kid's file, there was no longer a question in Dean's mind. He had to find him.

[seesgood]

" are you sure you wanna do this ? " they've already been outed , but he still has a choice in the matter . and the choice would probably be to choose someone , anyone , who wasn't a shit-talking sarcastic russian chaos stirrer . but even she has to admit that the post shane has drafted and ready to post is adorable . and it's going to quite literally break the internet . " it's not too late . you could pick someone less annoying . less likely to cause an international incident on twitter ? more likely to remember to wear a shirt ? " / @heartscfvalor hired shane a pr agent !

[damnedrainbows]

He knew Alastor had hated him being around Lucifer as of late, fearful that the small creature might wind up giving him away….but Casper couldn’t”t help it. He loved watching the king in secret, and small manifestations of shadow hearts floated about.

@heartscfvalor

[blackcurlsgreeneyes]

Can't Wait Here Silent // Closed RP

May was a quiet month; the survivors focused on physically rebuilding, and then sharing the monumental task of laying the defenders to rest and sorting the lost enemies. The Ministry was stretched thin as it strove to provide leadership while primarily performing law enforcement, and the Order rose readily to the task of helping round up all who had fought under Riddle to be evaluated.

June began, and brought with it the Trials. Reviewing the lists of names awaiting judgment, Harry mentally found himself categorizing this into three tiers: those were clear and resoundingly to be condemned; those who were fully innocent and would need post-Imperius or blackmail therapy; and the hazy third type, those who had acted under different kinds of coercion or obligation.

Draco Malfoy was the first name he placed on that list, and Harry would not be dissuaded. It was a relief to his core that Ron and Hermione understood; Ron testified all that he had seen at the Manor, and then during the Final Battle, and Hermione was clever enough to get Ollivander's on-record input regarding wand allegiance, providing support for the assertion that only Draco's intentional surrender of the wands would have given Harry the power he had, both escaping the Manor, and in his final showdown with Riddle.

Above all, Harry argued for the influence of psychological and physical torture, unyielding until the Ministry all but collapsed its protests. He did not deny them Lucius Malfoy; Harry sorted him between his first two tiers, believing the man to have gone from devoted loyalist to scared shitless for his wife and son, by the end. Lucius faced yet another Trial, and again went to Azkaban, this time for one year.

And for that one year, they assigned Draco to house arrest at the Manor. He and his mother lived there alone now, with Tonks assigned as a liaison to monitor her kin. Harry heard next to nothing after that, simply confirmations that all seemed well, and life moved on to the rest of the Trials, the funerals, and then slowly turning the page to a new era in the wizarding world.

He had the date marked when that house arrest ended, and it found Harry at the gate of Malfoy Manor, spine stiff as Narcissa came to greet him there. It took three visits before she let him inside, and two more for those to not be silent and awkward hours at the tea table. Finally, she cracked, asking why in Salazar's name he was so insistent; Draco had left the estate the instant Tonks removed his Trace, and he was off the grid.

"No one should be alone," Harry had said, simply, thanking her elf for refilling his tea. "Least of all those who suffered. Draco blames himself, and he'll rot away in that mentality. I did not defend him out of some unwilling sense of requirement. I want him to heal."

Narcissa had stared at him for a long, long moment before asking him to return the next day. When he did, she gave him a parcel of foods and teas, and the information needed to cross into the Unplottable acreage where Draco was keeping a small cottage in the woods near Devon.

He didn't ask if she'd told her son. Harry thanked her, and Apparated there at once, finding when he landed that the air shimmered, and revealed a beautiful little homestead with a thick privacy hedge and gate. It opened to his hand, permitted by Narcissa, and Harry followed the stone path to knock on the little front door, curious if Draco lived completely alone, or if he kept an elf or pet, something for company in the solitude.

[letsstaytuned]

Closed starter with @heartscfvalor

"Vaggie, guess what next week is???" Charlie asked with a big smile and sing-song tone.

It was their 4 year anniversary. It was hard not to know with how excited Charlie had been about it over the last month.

[bccksmarts]

❧ Random / Discussed Asks ☙

➤ @heartscfvalor asked: Draco cradling Hermione's face in his hands; she is so beautiful and so smart and so funny, he can't believe that she loves him back. It feels too good to be true, and so...he leans forward, pressing his lips against her cheek...before blowing a hard raspberry and then running off, laughing.

  She thought, for a brief moment, that he was going to cradle her face and kiss her with such passion like they do in the movies she's seen, she was so raring for it, so excited... he was getting closer and closer to her, his face inching toward hers.

  Chocolate brown eyes meeting molten silver, then flicking down to his lips. She was so expecting it. Anticipating it... But no, his lips press against her cheek, which she doesn't mind. It's nice, actually, very welcome — and then it happens.

  He blows a raspberry her cheek. A raspberry. On her cheek.

  She's stood there, absolutely dumbfounded. It takes her a minute to really register what happened, but when she does, her face turns red with a mix of emotions, brows dipping with frustration, ❝DRACO MALFOY!❞