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WELL YES !!!! I love you two so much i'm gonna be sick

،،̲ 𝓷ow you hang from my lips like the gardens of 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑛 / with your boots beneath my bed , 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 is the 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 con .

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venus's speakeasy is open once more! rubbing my hands like an evil fly as i'm writing a post for an introduction on my father and i, our mind and how we work ect (hogwarts dr)
hope you're all doing well
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our 𝐿ove 𝒮tory is simple .



two 𝒮ouls



𝒮imply . . .



became



𝒪ne .
a request for @luvcrxft !
benniefranky 2025 | nicky’s diner 2025 | req. OPEN
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will be offline for a few days, or weeks. take care of yourselves. blessed be. go outside, enjoy the sun. you are loved.
[BAR CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.]
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being a shifter and having to deal with people constantly mischaracterizing your s/o is not for the weak
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st. lazarus, my ass !!!!!!
hi…………… yea alright whatever. i'm emma.
unless you're either trauma-linked or chronically online in my radius, in which case you may refer to me as emmy or witchbitch (like blood-curdling scream). half russian and half lithuanian, and absolutely fully over it. seventeen, gemini sun, virgo moon and libra rising. we cope.
i shift. a lot. i have spatial commitment issues and zero respect for the fourth wall. i'm basically that one priest they defrocked for being barefoot too often. if tumblr were a nation-state i would be a failed provisional government and/or a haunted relic in the constitution.
i'm also dating my POOPSIEKINS BABYKINS MY FAVOURITE ASSHOLE non-dictator coriolanus snow and i love him to death and tears and communion. look i watched tbosas and i was like well yes. that's husband. that's baby daddy. coremma forever. let's all chant.
spiritually i feel like a victorian child on the brink of consumption but still asking for another raspberry bonbon.
i like to considering myself as tumblr's unofficial barefoot saint of post deletion and bad decision amnesty. my crime scene: the drafts folder. my patron saint miracle: managing to look busy while doing nothing.
also used to go by....... hrrtshape but that identity fell into the sea. no lifeboats. just wreckage. she had it coming. the bitch. moving on.
you may not like it but this is what peak sentence structure looks like. my loyalty is to the comma.
welcome to the broadcast ! expect damage.
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at my centre, right there under the caffeine and doomsday threats, is a girl. yes. a literal one, if you can believe it. sometimes barely. i mean i've got the runtime of a criterion extra and the emotional palette of a soviet psych ward nurse on her fifth menthol.
i'm not consistent. i am, however, undefeated in the field of controlled demolition via cardigan collection.
and i need things. specifically: attention, quiet mornings, a working knowledge of cold war foreign policy, my boyfriend slash future baby daddy slash love of my life slash demonic husband slash official fiancee. and a very strong strawberry matcha.
i do have got the beautiful princess disorder....also unofficially known as borderline personality disorder.
i've got a gun metaphorically (legally: no comment). i've got nabokov in one pocket and a receipt for my thunder in the other. and i keep paying. fair and square.
i am online. painfully and shamefully and embarrassingly and i house kendall roy in my head. the ghost of hildegard von bingen told me that if i didn't at least attempt greatness she'd smite me with a medieval plague. so. there goes that.
i'm a cinephile. to the surprise of absolutely no one except rural grandmothers.
you already know the letterboxd top four. virgin suicides because obviously. his girl friday (where i get all of my lines from.......). twin peaks: fire walk with me because i believe in laura palmer's martyrdom. umbrellas of cherbourg because. we should all sing.
wild at heart is a bonus round. elvis. snakeskin. nicolas cage in a jacket that represents his individuality and his belief in personal freedom. i think that's beautiful.
letterboxd doesn't teeeeechnicaaaaaaaally do tv but i don't care. succession, twin peaks (yes, again), south park, and sex and the city. it's like the four temperaments.
i do not file taxes. partly because i am emma. besides that i am wrong and right simultaneously.
anyway. i read 120 books last year. it's actually my weapon. i can and will recommend something.
characters most like me ,
, 𝒻leabag ( fleabag )
, 𝒸lementine ( eternal sunshine )
, 𝒿ules + 𝓇ue ( euphoria )
, 𝒿ake 𝓅eralta ( brooklyn 99 )
, 𝓉he 𝓂ain three locos in one person ( fight club )
, 𝓇oman + 𝓀endall ( succession )
, 𝓁isa + 𝓈usanna ( girl, interrupted )
i have been doing this shit since the early dawns of 2020. yes. pandemic brain. yes. hogwarts dr was conscription level mandatory. i made three friends and six enemies and nobody EVER went to potions. i don't wanna talk about them. moving on.
me and shifting have history. low success rate. then a comeback tour.
yes i've shifted. current obsession is my silly little food critic dr in paris in the 50s where i'm an officially engaged woman in.
this reality is a glorified bus stop. i'm not here for leisure i'm here because the spiritual immigration office hasn't processed my full paperwork yet. what does this mean? go away. i'm not permashifting out of fuckass spite!!!!!! but!! i visit but we do not unpack.
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now for the part where i preemptively remove certain individuals from the premises..........
if you're weird, like weird weird, like genuinely shouldn't be near school zones weird, then no. i will block you as if it's a reflex. this is not a commune. i mean technically. mm. ok.
if your dr has sex work but no structural analysis of patriarchy sorry, banned. standard exclusions apply: racism, nazis, homophobia, generalised moral ugliness. bonus exclusions for larpers without irony or a gun to their head.
don't make this awkward and pls don't make me babysit your projection.
this isn't a roleplay blog, tragically. i have a grenade drawer. if you came here to aestheticise trauma or pretend you invented the concept of escapism, you're already ten steps behind baby girl.
anyway. stay hydrated.
touch grass when the mission permits. and for the love of god read a book that wasn't marketed on booktok.
glory to the new rewritten file which is basically exactly the same. the old one has been archived under errors i refuse to acknowledge.
proceed accordingly.
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i will have parades in your honour.


،،̲ 𝓣HE 333 EVENT !
another shifting event . . . ? well yes ! the 333 event is inspired by jtsblock’s circus event and laylasverse’s alphabet soup event, but with a focus on the parts of your dr that feel too niche, too specific, or too weird to share in casual conversation.
. . . ✶ so , what are the rules ?
i . . . this event will run from the 21st to the 23rd of july. three days, three prompts to choose from for each day.
ii . . . pick from one of the three prompts for the day and complete it for any reality, in any format that feels right. all the prompts can be completed however you want, however, the prompts on day two are tailored towards moodboards and other visual media.
iii . . . the tag for this event is *333event.
. . . ✶ day one ;
lingua franca — what words or phrases exist only in your dr ? what do you call things that don’t have names anywhere else ? this can be the little familect you developed over the years, or it can be an entire constructed language.
phantom limbs — what do you miss most about your desired reality when you’re in your current reality ? which physical sensation feels wrong or missing here ? maybe it’s the absence of someone’s hand in yours, or the missing sound of a voice calling your name. what part of your reality’s body do you reach for that isn’t there ?
midnight mass — what do you do in your dr when you can’t sleep ? where do you go, what do you touch, how do you comfort yourself in the dark ?
. . . ✶ day two ;
family portrait — your favourite member of your family, chosen or blood or something in between. who are they, and what do you feel about them that you can’t quite put into words ?
love language — your private little rituals with your person, the small things that exist only between the two of you. what cafe knows both of your orders without asking ? what hobbies do you share and compete over with the kind of intensity that borders on ridiculous ? what tiny, seemingly insignificant things do you do for each other ?
faded photograph — your favourite moment in your dr, the one you’d freeze and live inside forever if you could. not just what happened, but how it felt to be alive inside it.
. . . ✶ day three ;
ghost story — what haunts your dr ? not necessarily something supernatural, but the person who should be there but isn’t, the conversation you never had, the choice that changed everything. what shadow follows you around even in your happiest moments ?
fool’s journey — where do you go in your dr when you need to remember who you are ? the location that feels more like home than home itself. what makes this place yours, and what do you do there that you can’t do anywhere else ?
inheritance writ — what did you learn from someone else in your dr that you carry with you everywhere ? a skill, a turn of phrase, a way of seeing the world that someone taught you and now it’s become part of who you are. whose voice do you hear in your head, perhaps even more than your own ?
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well yes !!!!!!!
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Shift Now (<10 minutes) .𖥔 ݁ ˖
I actually swear on this, it doesn't matter who you are, how much symptoms you experience during each attempt, how you assume, also this post won't have any fancy or heavy words, to make this accessible for everyone.
I've hinted this before in my previous post. I named this "melt, mold and rise" method. This post will be in depth detail, covering every corner and doubt. It will feel like me walking you through shifting.
As the name suggests, this method is divided in three phases.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Melt. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
If you're a shifter, you're already familiar with what this entails. I just put a weird word to it, read ahead and it'll make much more sense.
What am i supposed to do in this step?
Shift in this reality. Don't reread that. sorry for the random cut off, but here is some important background you have to read before we move forward:
"If we were to ever talk about diagnosing the root of shifting "blockages" the first topic I'll bring up is that you almost always, attempt shifting here. So what happens is that shifting is no longer considered a multiversal travel in a snap but rather a ability this reality possesses. This reality is not your base reality but you sure do treat it like one. Sleep methods, dependent on sleep here. Awake methods focused on symptoms here. Subliminals, reprogramming your mind here. Without sounding like the biggest asshole for having shifted, all of these "precautions", "locking in", "robotic affirming" is the biggest most useless waste of time which only wears yourself out here and makes you lean into the hollow and grounded directions of this reality. This reality is not special enough to put it on this high of a pedestal. Are you telling me you can only shift if you please the terms and conditions of this reality? Let's save ourself the years of wait, seclude this reality, and your desired reality. Only you can grant mere realities the right of existence, through the key that is your consciousness.
Instead of satisfying realities, satisfy yourself. Instead of serving realities let realities serve you."
Tldr: the reason you're unable to shift is that you try to shift in this reality.
Why would I add this step if we are not supposed to do this?
We do have to get away from this reality. We simply move past this reality by adopting and completing the activities that we would do mindlessly while in desperation to shift, here.
What is the course of action in this step?
Affirm normally. Set an intention that you've shifted to your dr and make your brain go blank here. You can do this by focusing on the blankness behind your eyes. You can choose to repeat a mantra.. all the things you've heard and done before.
An important note to take: at this point, you've shifted out of this reality. Intention are direct instructions and firm decisions made by the consciousness. You can't argue with your consciousness.
Right at this stage you will feel resistance from your brain and body here. Do not get demotivated when your brain starts checking for symptoms, or when it demands proof.
With an intention you have certainty. Lightly rehearse the intention in your mind with confidence. Observe the struggle turning into acceptance. It will give in, once you don't give up.
This entire phase is only supposed to last for 3 minutes. You won't be keeping track of time. Time would have disappeared for you. For the sake of this post we are timing it.
This entire process would have last 3 hours. You shortened it by accessing your consciousness.
Now that you're not here...
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Mold. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
Your awareness needs an outlet. Now that you've stripped it of the previous reality it was in its the perfect time to plug it in your desired reality.
You are there, but you will become aware of it in this step.
What is the course of action in this step?
Affirm, think, realise in whatever way you can:
"I have gained awareness in my dr."
Softly and gently guide your awareness to this reality. You don't force it because you have no reason to. At this point you're still in your dr, remember and hold onto that.
5 senses. Light visualisation. Adding context to how you ended up where you are currently in your dr. Twitch your fingers and toes as your dr self (< this is the premise of the "puppeteer method"), get ready to start your new day in your dr. You pick up your dr self from here. It's your territory now. You can drop the hyper vigilance if you'd like. Get comfy. It's alright if you acknowledge or excite over being there, just don't let that translate to excitement regarding almost touching the ground in your dr. The only logic that's valid in the multiverse are the actions your consciousness performs. We've intended we are in our drs. Don't invalidate logic.
You can start thinking like your dr self. It's up to you to determine if you're even thinking or you are just waking up groggy from sleep. Don't berate yourself or ever stop yourself when you think things aren't going according to plan. There is no plan. There is just plain and simple existence.
This phase should take you around 5 minutes.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Rise. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
Reality will trigger for you.
If you have a "feeling" that you're not in your dr, bring up the intention with force, like how you would recall any other truth of basic nature; like how grass is green. so that doubts feel stupid for doing their job.
You can also have a conversation with your consciousness, as strange as it sounds, your dr self can be made aware of the shift by your consciousness therefore solidifying the shift in your shift.
You can also have a conversation with your spiritual guide or ... God.
It will all tie together when the idea of the previous reality feels more unreal. You don't have to get overly celebratory, overly emotional. When the intention bounces along the walls of your consciousness, the previous reality has no power against it, considering you don't let doubts strip you of your right to be in your dr.
Any other figments of negative emotions and circumstances will dissappear.
Once you get clarity of your own command, you'll realise:
You brought yourself here, and you'd realise here that all you needed was yourself to shift. Literally.
Since you've shifted here, we are not keeping track of time even on text because your time in your dr is indefinite and up to you... duh.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖Conclusion.
The code to shifting is intend through your consciousness (not through your brain), the brain has no role in shifting. Your awareness is the turn of the key to your dr. You don't even have to properly align with your dr, simply because you are already aligned since before you were even born.
Utilise consciousness and awareness, that's all you need to do. Now let's stop the discourse of how to shift, at least I'll stop from my side.
I highly recommend lengthening the method if it suits you, just whatever keeps you comfortable.
Also, go try this out right now in the bathroom. On the contrary you can even shorten it up.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖If this doesn't work then call me a fraud. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
Brainstorming partner @emmanation
Moral support and inspiration @girlberrie, @luvcrxft, @deepinthegroves, @bridalribbon
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should i yap about fyodor childhood lore or no. because there's genuinely so much to say about my father and the depth of him. hm... pondering.
(spoiler alert whatever's wrong with him is probably wrong with me too)
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hey !! i really love your post. just wanna ask, have you shifted before? and do u use any method?
why hello anon, take a seat! here's your drink, and an answer to your question. i did shift before, i spent approximately two years in my Hogwarts dr. so many memories there and rampant cravings for viktor's absolutely nefarious cooking skills. as for methods. they're just a tool to help YOU shift your consciousness, they're like a pleasant icing on a cake, what matters is assumption. i personally shifted on accident, i'd been sat listening to a playlist that felt like something i'd have concocted on no sleep before OWL finals, and i let myself sort of doze off. woke up in my bedroom, and it took me a little bit of time to process where the hell i was. so honestly methods can be tailored to what benefits YOU the best. what grounds your assumptions the strongest? just remember anon; the 3d doesn't matter. it's like an irrelevant advertisement trying desperately to retain your attention. ignore, persist. do not care if you're "still here" when you wake up. you're already in your dr. genuinely have fun, make your methods or go off on belligerent, unwavering assumptions. YOU make the rules. nobody else will.
#desired reality#loa shifting#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifters#loa tumblr#shifting blog#shifting realities#shifting reality#answering anons#answering asks
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have the gates of hell been opened yet?
in her eyes…… DESIRE! in her veins…… the blood of a MONSTER!
hi! hello. i’m kerry. short of kerrylyn. but cherry also works. your favourite dead girl. the classic wife-before-dying at the start of a movie. veronica from heathers but with an addiction to coffee and coca cola. and with too many awful jokes who only make her laugh. i have five of the main planets in scorpio (derogatory) and i like to think that this is the reason why i am slightly dysfunctional.
8teen. she / her. bisexual. italian & albanian.
currently: blogging inside a scary looking tree.
the most scorpio to scorpio-ying you will ever meet. my heart is a haunted house. i am the abduction of persephone. a jar full of your core memories touched by meloncholy. a witch of the arthurian legend who confesses her sins at the moon. an hamartia type of character. the embodiment of cherry waves by deftones but you are looking at me on the other side of the road, a bus passes by, and i am suddenly gone. and even if i like to contain myself, i am a bit of a perverted. sorry. flirty, horny, no shame in it. sex, feminism and rock n’ roll.

sharp-tongued. or maybe just sarcastic. the biggest extrovert with introverts. a little unpredictable? eh, depends on the week. full of passion and this makes me insufferable. history lover (hater). i like to say that i love latin, but in reality my teacher traumatised me into hating it. the divine comedy is burned in my soul. i love me some arthurian legends. the odyssey & iliad forever changed my brain chemistry when i was twelve. i am alice in wonderland but i actually smoke. aaaaand i love to write: too many ideas, not enough will to put them on paper. lots, lots, loots of journals that i've been using since i was a kid…..and you can’t go anywhere in my room without seeing a diary.
im the friend who is too woke. no shame in it. &&& here’s a do not interact list: misogynistic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, terfs, support israel, pro sex work, neonazi and nazist, maga, pedos, mormons, conservatives, an anti-shifter, if you use and support ai, you have escorts/porn drs, if you are mean, and if you spread shifting misinformation. also; if you are serbian and you think what your country did to kosovo was right, please choke.
MUSIC , PANTING , CINEMA ….. this is the art of life.
dante alighieri # 1 fan. i’m ellen and he is nosferatu (loving). do i want to be his daughter or beatrice? i dont know. don’t ask. i won’t answer. emily dickinson (im sue). sherlock holmes. francesco petrarca is my man. i want to inhale sappho. alexander the great is my history crush. plato ! ! ! ! (and i can fix him…no really i can) for the giggles, paris hilton for the philosophy. elizabeth grant is my saviour. jesus but not in a christian way and dionysus next to him. i worship lady artemis. lana del rey, nirvana, david bowie, chappel roan, elvis and il genio are my soundtrack. i need david lynch’s mind and to be in a tarantino movie.
kerry core: todd anderson, dead poets society. cecilia libson, the virgin suicides. lisa swallows, lisa frankenstein. laura palmer, twin peaks. ladybird, ladybird. morgana pendragon, merlin. sansa stark, asoiaf. dean winchester, supernatural. jo & amy march, little women. pearl, the x triology. klaus mikaelson, the originals. sirius & regulus black, harry potter.
let’s talk about the love of my life. shifting realities. i was thirteen, scrolling on tiktok, when i saw this ginger guy sobbing about him staying eight months at hogwarts and missing it. CANON EVENT!!! i didn’t even question it. i made a poorly written script, and now here i am. thanking the universe for not shifting to my first dr because…. oh boy!! but, whatever. not important. i want to be immortal! i’ve always been a curious girl sooo……i want to know everything. i won’t hold back; human experiences??? yup. me. i want to feel everything.
i was on a shifting break for over two years….then a certain dude named regulus black had me so obsessed that i decided to open this tumblr account. and take shifting seriously. so thank you mr. black !!!!!
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hi venus, newcomer to the blog here. ive been contemplating creating my own shift-loablr but i wanna make mine all pretty and aesthetic like many others. how do you make them look so nice?
okay anon, i'm gonna be a buck fifty with you here. because it's closing hours at the speakeasy and people in the back are nursing their last martinis. i'd say, pinterest is gonna be your most trusted ally for all things moodboard and collage related. the rest? thoughts and prayers. genuinely i slap collages in place and pray people like it. so source from your own creativity, find something you really like or a mood your blog should have, and base yourself off that! find fonts to add, little details you want to add, anything goes!!
#answering asks#answering anons#blog help#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifters#desired reality#loa shifting#loa tumblr#shifting blog#shifting realities#shifting reality
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hiya vi!! i have a juicy question to ask you <3 have you and any one of your s/os ever been in a mini conflict/fight and how did you make up? 🤍
hi jally with yet another amazing ask you made me giggle a little reading this. okay so.
mental health pause rq, ASPD and whatever else is wrong with Gellert Grindelwald got partially passed down to me. so some days, empathy (lack thereof) or boredom and impulsivity and crashouts are things i need to regulate. once, i was with a group of both harry/hermione/ron's extra gryffindor friends and a few of ced's hufflepuff friends. we'd gone to a dingy pub to celebrate the start of spring holidays, all piled up at the back with stacks of butterbeer and tea and snacks on the tables. it had been a long, long day of me dealing with first years struggling in arithmancy and potions and not understanding concepts snape reiterated five times over in five different ways. i'd helped luna after a panic attack and i was absolutely drained. it was loud, cramped, and i'd used up my energy for literally everything for the day. in short if anything tested my patience i'd crash out, die on the spot or leave. i was also mentally preparing for the second tournament of the triwizard cup coming up. the pressure was ON. lo and fucking behold, suddenly everyone is asking me questions and wants to touch my hair and is touching me my back my shoulders asking me a billion questions and i just. i wanted to cry, i wanted to leave, i was barely holding back on the violent impulses clawing at my chest and everything was just. tunnel vision. so i did, i did leave without saying a word to anyone i just got up, ignored everything outside of my itinerary which was "leave fucking IMMEDIATELY". outside i walked and walked and walked until i reached the lake, and sat there crying and basically draining my infinite smoking device and trying to calm down. AND THEN!!! ced saunters on down all like "oh fyodor why'd you leave? that wasn't very nice, the others are wondering what's up ect" Brothers, this is what we call "la cerise sur le gâteau". i yelled at him. like i proper lost my shit and yelled at him in my native language until i was out of breath and crying harder than before. he didn't leave, he didn't say anything. he just sat down and offered me his hand to squeeze. "you don't have to explain, fyodor. not if you can't or don't want to." we talked until sundown, i apologised to him. like genuine apology. and he apologised to me too, he understood my reaction, which honestly I'm thankful for and confused about. hopefully that made sense but anyway thank you for this juicy ask!!
#answering asks#god forbid a boy be disturbing and off putting#desired reality#loa shifting#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifters#loa tumblr#shifting blog#shifting realities#hogwarts dr#shifting reality
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lottie this is art. i want to worship your writing. i'm gonna back away with a suspiciously moodboard shaped lump in my throat.

𝔡o you know , 𝔦 could break 𝔟eneath the weight / 𝔬f the 𝔤oodness , 𝔩ove , i 𝔰till carry for 𝔶ou ?

the quiet little apocalypse inside bowie’s heart is eating him alive from the inside out. like a love letter never sent, burning a mark into his back pocket, like all the words he swallows that burn in his throat. he thinks its terminal.
this isn’t new. it has been months, the horcrux hunt has overstayed its welcome, and still it hasn’t ended… and bowie’s lungs have grown tired of breathing half of what he used to. every breath without tom has become its own gentle dying; tom’s mere presence would be the balm, instead there is harry’s half-dead hope, hermione’s bleak logic, ron’s whispered jokes that no longer stitch together anything, and the elegies bowie’s blackened heart composes for his love long left behind. they’ve been haunting forests older than hogwarts’ ghosts, and recently all bowie has seen is a haunted small smile, wine red eyes instead of branches he’s been stumbling over—has dreamt of a voice, velvet and ruin and reverent (like a church collapsed with lit candles), instead of hearing harry’s insistent calls or the chirping of birds in early morning—has felt a cruel ghost of elegant fingers tracing promises and iloveyou against his skin instead of the promised sharp cold of the climate… bowie has been breathing half, living half.
the clouds are low today. the fog has settled in. it seeps into bowie’s half-breaths in, and it feels like the ancient planet feels his sorrow along with him—the trees shake from the constant wind, a storm inevitably brews on the distant horizon, the earth’s movement entangling itself with bowie’s heartache as a silk ribbon spun from its ancient agony… bowie feels it in his bones. that ancient ache in his still young body, that would feel sweet only when tom would speak his name like a hymn that warms him all over.
is tom sitting close to the white fire of his common room, so distant from bowie, staring into the mantlepiece and imaging bowie’s ice blue eyes instead? does he bite his knuckles to keep from whispering his name into empty air? does he long like bowie does, like the feeling is deep in his gut, unmoving and uncomfortable and inescapable?
(surely he must. he must, or bowie fears the world might collapse entirely.)
bowie traces temporary letters into cold earth—
i’ll come back to you.
(or: please come get me. i would follow you anywhere.)
somewhere, in their tent, in the heavy silence of the forest, harry is talking about what enemy safehouse to ransack next, hermione is doing something brilliant with enchantments, ron is mapping out their new location—and bowie sits useless, miles away in mind and months before the now, tucked into the memory of tom telling him “i’ll wait for you” like a sigh heavy with his devotion. bowie is sitting useless on a fallen log that rotted inside and barely standing, and he is trying to believe that delicately delivered promise.
it is like he is haunted by this love, so easily spoken in safety and so hardly felt in the hardened distance. the love is indistinguishable from a ghost-story… it’s the creak in the floorboards of the gryffindor tower as tom sneaks past prefects, it’s the whisper of wind through the forbidden forest as tom and him trek through it, it’s the handprints on wine glasses as him and tom drunkenly swear to bowie’s mother they didn’t use.
one day, tom will press his mouth to bowie’s neck and pull every fruitless apology out of his chest and unearth every promise buried in the distance, and bowie will be free to stop mourning a love still breathing—alive and well despite the momentary doubt.
but this day, bowie curls into the looming shadow of doubt, letting it eat at him a little so as to feel something, willing to remain haunted just to be reminded of tom’s love for one more moment.
𝔱hat i'd 𝔴alk so far just to take / 𝔱he 𝔦njury of 𝔣inally knowing 𝔶ou

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favorite hogwarts moments
i think it's one of the asks where i'm gonna turn into a wistful depressed russian writer of the 1800s. in a good way.
the first time I became aware, stumbled down the corridors of my floor in the castle and to my father's office. it was maybe 4 in the morning, he was sat in his solarium, windows wide open, and it was raining outside. i cried, very hard. it was like a release of everything i'd been holding, i think. he didn't ask, he just waited and held me. i vaguely remember the deep lull of his voice talking about random facts to distract my mind. we smoked together until the sun rose and the ravens came demanding food.
running with viktor through a wheat field in Bulgaria, playing tag and pelting each other with dirt like unruly schoolboys. it was summer and life was good. he ran slower than i did, though he was stronger and got me to the ground easier. we ate whatever plums and cherries we could steal from the nearby orchard and passed out high up in the branches of a tree, the leaves would whisper their secrets to us. the old mission bell woke us up in time to join his family for dinner.
holding luna in my arms for the first time, humming an old song to her by the courtyard, hidden deep in the carved alcoves. she'd been worried about many, many different things, and i was there, silent and constant like the stillness of your childhood home on christmas eve when everyone is asleep. my love for her is as constant as the universe around her. i would genuinely give my life for this beautiful, sweet girl.
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Fyodor B. Grindelwald, and his darling boy Dr moodboard









Ich bau mir einen Traummann im meine Herzfabrik.
[FYODOR'S LETTERS TO G. GRINDELWALD]
Фёдор, 17. Апреля , Brief für mein Vater: I think I'm ill. There's this boy I've been speaking to. He is gentle, with everyone. It unsettles me... I've been tutoring him in potions, and he's terrible at it, and I don't mind it. Which is odd, because that sort of thing would irk me after three detailed lessons. He is gentle with me too, and I don't understand why. I do not smile at him. He comes in, every single week, cheery and patient and making jokes and bringing strange British treats that smell weird. I think I am ill because it is something I'm starting to look forward to. A lot. I noticed he broke his quill... something to be done about that. Perhaps a trip to Hogsmeade...? I will see. Do people get happy, when you replace their items? I do not want to insult him. No, I need to cherish this.
Фёдор, 2. Мая , Brief für mein Vater: I've been returning his smiles. He tells me I'm beautiful, and it is something I cherish. I've been keeping track of the progress he's making, I told him I'm proud of him. Because I am. I feel for him. I feel. I've allowed him to hug me, he's the first to ask beforehand. I usually hate it when others touch me, except for Luna and Vik, but they're warm, and I love them. I've recently noticed he needs a new broom. I'm going to buy him one... so many models to look through. I want to see Cedric happy. I can only call my affections curiosity, as I can't be sure he's like this with everyone, or just me. Admitting my affections are more would be akin to giving him a piece of my heart, letting him slide between my ribcage and the beating of my heart, and offering him the warmth there.
˚ʚ ㅤꨄ︎ ɞ˚
[CEDRIC'S JOURNAL, DAILY OCCURENCES]
C. A. Diggory, 17th April: I've been following Fyodor's potions tutelage for three months now. He's warmed up much more than before. He smiles rarely, and I can't really read his facial expressions sometimes. You can never really tell with him, if he's planning somebody's demise, thinking or happy. However, I'm wank at potions, but not once has he given up on me. Nor does he seem to want something out of me, which is ...it's nice. I'm more relaxed here. Yeah it smells like dead snake but so be it. I think he doesn't realise how he impacts people. He sits down with me every single week since December, explaining concepts and sharing his personal notes, and I think he doesn't realise I'm his friend now. Yeah. Fyodor's a very good friend to me. I'll let him be cold as long as he needs to be. I have enough warmth to share. ...
P.S buy new quill set later this week, more balm for bruises (BLUDGER) .......
C. A. Diggory, 2nd May: He's been letting me hug him, now. Fyodor's surprisingly warm to the touch, all softness and a gentle wrap of the arms I'm having a hard time forgetting. At first when I asked and he accepted, he gave me three precious seconds of this. I think he doesn't realise it, but he's started squeezing a little tighter, his head a little heavier on my shoulder before we part. ...And sometimes I want to keep him there. Sweet boy. I'm much better at potions now. Perhaps I'll ask him to go to Hogsmeade? He tries so unbelievably hard to contain his care, that warmth bleeding through the cracks of his glares and silent observations. I know he cares, I know because he never asked but somehow knew to buy me a new quill set, to gift me a new broom unprompted, to pass me extra potions notes and offer a smile or a hug when I'm pissed. He never asks and yet he already knows me so intimately, he carefully weaved his fingers around my heartstrings and coiled himself like a protective layer around my heart. Setting himself in place with all the delicacy he could possibly muster. Fyodor cares. And I will learn him just the same.
I will love you across all instances of time, space and form. Your heartbeat is the one melody I have engraved into my bones. I have learned to walk universes, bend reality to my will, and I have done it all for you.
Du bist in meinem Herz, zwischen meinem Brustkorb und meiner Seele. Die Wunder dieser Welt werdet dir geschenkt, lass mir noch ein bisschen Zeit.
- Love, Fyodor B. Grindelwald.
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WELL YES !!!! lottie i am in love with you and your writing
،،̲ ❪ 𝑓𝑖͟𝑔. 𝑖 ❫ 𝓵ove opened a mortal 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 . in agony , i worked the 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 — to make it deeper .


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