#past experiences

[free-my-mindd]

A part of me will always wonder why.

[angel3479]

I’ve changed so much in the past year. I’m like a completely different person

I used to be so much happier

[jjreadsxoxo]

Back then, I was reluctant to admit it, but my ex truly caused me immense pain and emotional turmoil. However, I am determined to reclaim the woman I was before her. I will no longer be afraid to express my feelings, fearing rejection or suppressing them because I believe I’m being overly dramatic. Instead, I will learn to take deep breaths, voice my concerns, and discuss the situation with my future partner. Not only do I deserve this, but they do too, so that we can support and uplift each other.

[izzy-callme-violet]

Some art based of something ive already talked about here

[the-lycans-howl]

Identities shift over time... so for all those who have had a kin identity or such, fictional or not, a type perhaps that has faded and grown into something new, name that type and talk bout em as much ya like!

(because I am a curious wolf grahaha)

I will start. As a young one I used to believe myself a feline, panther-kin or leopard-kin rather than wolf. Fictypes I had then were Spock-hearted (TOS) and a Pokémon type, Litleo.

[mrypotter]

Scars on Your Skin like Stars in the Sky

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past wounds (not at all specific) and scars, I think that’s all! :)

Summary: As the Hogwarts floors are quiet and all eyelids are shut, Reader lays in Draco’s bed, asking him about his scars.

Note:

- No use of Y/N

- If you have requests (no smut please sorry) then post in comments!

- Any mistakes noticed? Let me know so I can fix it! :)

Masterlist

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The silky sheets were smooth and cool beneath her skin, spreading warmth throughout her body but just enough for her to not overheat. The soft blanket covered her legs and legs only, leaving her upper body exposed for the air that surrounded them.

But the sheets on her skin was the last thing on her mind, for the man lying beside her was the center of her attention. He still had his white polo shirt on, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his sliver eyes focused on the ceiling. But she knew him by now, thinking such as her own eyes traveled along the side of his face; the curve of his forehead, his long nose that was round at the end, and his plump lips she loved to kiss every so often. She just knew his mind was on her, her touch that she was currently giving him. Her cheek rested on his shoulder, the warmth of his skin seeping through the shirt that covered his body. Her hand stroked the skin of his arm that was exposed, mind thinking wondrous things about his body. It was so beautifully sculpted to her, every inch perfect and so carefully detailed. She could do this forever, lay here and stroke his body, occasionally tilting her head up to whisper sweet nothings on his ear as her lips ghosted it.

Her fingers continued to stroke his arm, sometimes running over his stomach, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric. Her fingers stopped when she felt a slight bump on his skin, something that someone else would surely see as a flaw but she found as a little piece of art on his body. He noticed her fingers halt their movements, head glancing down to meet her eyes. “Where is this from?” She asked quietly, almost hesitant to ask him but her voice couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity. He sighed after a couple seconds, looking back to the ceiling and licking his lips, her watching his every movement. “Burnt myself in Potions.” He answered shortly, eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was asking it a question and it was at the point of telling him the answer.

“Did it hurt?” She asked carefully, stroking the scar of the burn as if it would take it away. Now, if anyone besides her asked him that question he would become very annoyed, because obviously a burn to his arm hurt like Merlin. But since she asked with so much concern, so much care in her voice that made him feel like she felt compassion and affection towards him, he answered honestly and softly. “Yes, it hurt. Very much so.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, almost like him feeling pain was something that shouldn’t exist on Earth. He chucked softly at her expression before lifting his hand to brush it off her face, fingers stroking her cheek.

“How about this one?” She asked gently, fingers coming in contact with a scar that was on his upper chest, feeling his heart beat on her palm.He smiled at her ever so gently, letting her continue to massage the scar that formed there. “Quidditch.” He replied, answer short and sweet as always. She knew he wouldn’t elaborate but him answering and allowing her to stroke his scars was something she was beyond grateful for; for it told her that he was comfortable enough around her to share his past injuries and occurrences.

“Well I hope there isn’t any more to add to the collection.” She spoke soft, stroking his arm once again. He nodded, swallowing thickly as he once again looked at the ceiling, but she once again knew that his mind was swarming with thoughts of her.

[whisperedyearnings]