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she hadn't meant to fall asleep in professor binn's class, she usually tried to be as attentive of a student as she could possibly be. she was already behind arriving as a fifth year, there was no need to make it worse. but this time it was different, it had been a long night fighting against poachers, avoiding ashwinders and helping whoever it was that needed her ( why was it that there were so many people that had needed her that night?!) and she hadn't gotten a blink of sleep. luck would have it that the little sleep which had been had during the history of magic class was interrupted by nightmares. nightmares which haunted her --- nightmares that repeated over and over in her head. the blood and gore that had been shed when she was only a child, when she was only a fifth year had startled her awake, tears streaming down her face as she looked around (she hadn't even realized she had been crying). "i--i..." she mumbles realizing she was caught. "i just--nightmare."

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ back when i was living for the hope of it all [ verse: after fifth year.] #open. #open rp. #open starter. #open to anybody.

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“Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.”

—

F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf

(via goodreadss)

#rel: sebastian & mc.

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#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i hate how everybody expects me to just bounce back [ musings.]

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since this is coming up sooner than i realized, from the 8th of june to the 25th of june, i'll be mainly on discord. i'm going to visit and staying with my best friend @perfectionreached / @summerdreamt . if you would like my discord, whether it be to just chat, plot, create an ic server just let me know and i'll be happy to share. i love you all!

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ if the story is over why am i still writing pages [ ooc.] #!!!

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DAISY EDGAR JONES as Kya Clark Where the Crawdads Sing (2022) dir. Olivia Newman

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i'll be summer sun for you forever [visage.]

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she wonders if perhaps the universe has a rather crude sense of humor. out of everybody that could have found her, why did it have to be him. it's not like her to stop responding, he was right. even at their worst moments she had always been there, always a letter away or if not-- at least always sitting near him during their classes. mariette never too far away or too upset to completely avoid him. this time was different, this time she had taken every necessary precaution to make sure she didn't have to see or interact with him--taking every precaution that is besides making sure he didn't know her as well as he did . she wonders if that's where she's failed, if perhaps she's allowed him to see too much of her, to know too much of her, because suddenly he was there in front of her in the one place where she had sworn she wouldn't be found. "i didn't mean not to respond, i must have not gotten your letters." a lie, she wonders if he can see through it. "i wanted to be alone to think and then it started pouring rain." too simple of an answer. words followed by a shrug.

              ˜”*°•.    Not even  in  the slightest  did  it bother  him  - walking  in  the forbidden  forest ,  however forbidden ,  such  a common  occurrence  despite the  rain.   The  solitude serene  -  mind finally  finding  rest ,  the trees ,  the  silence, the  place  itself capable  of  fighting even  the  worst of  demons .  But not  this  time . She  hadn’t  answered his  letters ,  he hadn’t  seen  her at  all  lately . And  perhaps  it was  the  latest argument  that’d  caused the  rift  -  he  was  still  worried, though .  Knowing  all that  she   went through,  all  that she  faced,  well - he’d  wanted  to find  her .  So , when  he  saw her  standing  in the  rain ,  when he  heard  that question,  well  for a  moment  he said  nothing .  ❝ Well ,  it’s not  like  you to  stop  responding . ❞  Tone  that  didn’t necessarily  betray  annoyance -  for  sure there  was  plenty of  bitterness,  though. The  sound  of raindrops  falling  against foliage  only  grew louder  as  the seconds  went  by .  The  pause following  his  words  covered by  nothing but the  storm .  ❝ What are  you  doing out  here  ? ❞  

#thenightmareofyourdrems #have i told u ily recently #bc i do

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“Most people go through their whole lives, without ever really feeling that close with anyone.” — Sally Rooney, NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) 

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i want auroras and sad prose [wants.] #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i'll be summer sun for you forever [visage.]

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DAISY EDGAR-JONES as Noa in Fresh (dir. Mimi Cave)

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i'll be summer sun for you forever [visage.] #she has like 20 fcs #my bad!!

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Lucan Brattleby has a crush on MC

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i can see us lost in the memory [ memories.] #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ i'll be summer sun for you forever [visage.] #is this not the cutest thing ever???

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he's dragging her down the hill with such an URGENCY that hunger stirs within her in anticipation. the sensation is familiar to her, it's something she's felt alone in her room when she's lost in her own FANTASIES. the intensity of the moment almost makes her question if maybe this is a dream that's been induced by her imagination. or perhaps, she thinks, she's indulged in one too many drinks and she's seeing things differently than what they truly are. no…that can't be. it all seems too vivid, the WEIGHT of his grip, the ELECTRICITY in the air, and the TENSION around them assured her that this wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. her attention is now fully placed on the events unfurling, focusing on how he's KISSING her and how his hands feel while they're HOLDING her waist, how much better they feel when they're SQUEEZING at her breasts, and definitely on how his thigh is between her legs and she so desperately craves it was something else between them. but, she takes what she can get and the friction feels good if she focuses hard on it, especially when her body starts reacting on its own and her hips are grinding her moistness upon it, begging him for MORE. her eyes closed TIGHTLY as she enjoys the sensation, avoiding having to look at him in his face when she's so WANTONLY using his thigh to bring herself pleasure.

-----    𝐡𝐞    𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬    𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬    𝐡𝐢𝐦    𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥    𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡    𝐭𝐨    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞    𝐡𝐞    𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭    𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲    𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬    𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡    𝐡𝐞𝐫.    he    is    too    old    to    be    stringing    anybody    along.    he    is    usually    very    clear    in    his    intentions.    if    he    intends    to    bed    someone,    there    really    is    nothing    more    to    it.    the    smirk    doesn’t    drop    from    his    face,    if    anything    his    smile    broadens    as    he    takes    her    hand.    this    time,    he    is    the    one    pulling    her    down    the    hill. his    view    is    hazy.    the    alcohol    making    it    difficult    to    think    about    the    path    forward,    but    about    what    he    is    about    to    do    to    her.    his    attraction    to    her    is    a    secret    he    has    kept    close    to    his    chest    for    a    very    long    time.    he    thought    it    was    wrong.    maybe    even    perverted    to    think    anything    more    of    her.    he’s    missed    every    signal    from    her    that    the    feeling    is    mutual.    he    feels    like    an    idiot,    but    it    is    better    too    late    than    never. pulling    her    off    of    the    main    road,    he    stumbles    over    rocks    and    tall    grass,    but    he    carries    on    further    down    the    trail    until    the    gate    comes    into    view.    the    arch    of    the    entrance    is    dark,    remote    .    .    .    no    one    would    see.    no    one    would    suspect    anything.   

he    is    amazed    that    he    is    still    standing    when    they    get    there,    considering    the    amount    of    alcohol    he    indulged    in.    he    doesn’t    want    to    waste    any    time.    they    can’t    afford    to.    the    last    thing    he    needs    is    for    anybody    to    come    looking    for    them,    even    though    this    spot    will    be    the    last    they    check.    pulling    her    into    the    shadows,    it    is    quite    the    height    to    duck    down    to    reach    her.    if    she    thought    he    wasn’t    being    serious    before,    that    will    change    now    that    his    lips    have    seized    hers.    the    taste    of    her    lip    balm    and    the    nervousness    on    her    tongue    awaits    him,    and    in    an    eager    mood    to    please,    his    tongue    dips    inside    to    lap    every    drop    of    her.    he    is    drunk    and    clumsy,    but    it    is    evident    this    isn’t    his    first    time    wooing    a    woman    with    his    mouth. his    hands    grip    her    waist    possessively    as    he    pushes    her    to    the    cold,    stone    wall.    they    only    fall    moments    later    to    hike    her    skirt    up    to    her    waist,    and    he    presses    his    thigh    between    her    legs    to    part    them.    while    one    hand    travels    to    caress    her    thigh,    the    other    hand    rises    to    her    chest,    squeezing    it    harshly    in    his    surge    of    passion.    

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool [ verse: adult.] #suggestive. #spicy #stillsails

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"you should know better than to sneak ingredients from professor sharp, he's got eyes in the back of his head. i found that much out thanks to our fwooper feather experiment on my first day of class." although, perhaps the blame for him finding out is more so due to the explosion that had followed the retrieval of the feather than the taking of the feather itself. "besides, if you need ingredients, i'd be more than happy to help find them for you." or if not find then buy, she had met some great vendors throughout her exploration some which had even the rarest ingredients available in their stock.

| open ; garreth weasley |

"Oh yeah, I've got weekend detention for the next three weekends, Professor Sharp told my aunt that I was sneaking ingredients for my potions from his private stores and she wasn't happy." The boy sighed. "It'll be fine. I can work on thinking new potions during the detentions."

#i hope u don't mind me replying 2 this!! #managedxmischief

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while i'm making starters, please feel free to like this if you would like one (regardless of whether we've interacted before)! i also have a discord if anybody would like to interact through there or plot through there, just let me know and i'll IM you with my username!

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ in my defense i have none for never leaving well enough alone [ starter call.] #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ if the story is over why am i still writing pages [ ooc.]

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she had to restrain herself from bursting into laughter, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement at the other girl's reaction. as a fifth-year student, classes had become the least of her worries. her time was consumed by the relentless pursuit of not only saving herself but also protecting those around her. the weight of her responsibilities had fallen hard on her shoulders, any worries that may have normally been had about academic performance were pushed to the side, instead focusing on the challenges she faced that extended further than her classwork. "you could say that. i'm sure things are not easy here in...new jersey, either."

fifth year. she's silent for a moment, trying to figure out if she means being five years old or being in fifth grade (she doesn't even think about the way it probably means neither of those options) she finally let's out a loud sigh before she speaks, "are you talking about school?" she definitely knows that feeling, but for her it wasn't even the school itself - it was all the drama that came along with being a teenage girl. now that the conversation has shifted away from taissa, her body language is suddenly more open. "are classes really that bad over there?"

#perfectionreached

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a flush of irritation surged through her entire body as she sensed his presence. in that moment, he had the power to take what he wanted (she worried it would be her life) and leave. but he chose not to, leaving her with a sinking feeling that whatever followed would not bode well. if he preferred words over a battle, she knew those words must hold immense significance. her tongue flicked nervously across dry lips, her gaze fixed upon him, meticulously observing his every move. her hand tightly gripped her wand, ready to defend herself if needed. 'YOU ARE THE GOLDEN GIRL OF HOGWARTS,' his words echoed in her ears. to anyone else, those words might bring joy and a sense of pride, but to her, they were merely a haunting reminder. a reminder of everything that had transpired and the events that would lay ahead, which she had yet to uncover.

"what could YOU provide me, victor?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Your connections mean nothing to me, and i doubt your information would be of any use either. as for protection, your dearest group of BRUTES can tell you that i fare well enough on my own. do you underestimate my abilities?" her eyes narrowed at him, he has withdrawn his wand but instead of following his suit, her wand now was fully in view, serving as a warning. the trust she once had towards others had been shattered, and since then, caution had become her companion. he had never proven himself to be anything but a thorn in her side. what use would he have to her now?

-----    𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝    𝐢𝐬    𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧,    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧    𝐚𝐭    𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲    𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲.    but,    this    seems    too    unfair.    he    has    ambushed    her,    with    no    time    to    think    or    react.    where    is    the    fun    in    that    ??    so,    his    wand    lowers    but    never    leaves    his    firm    grip.    moving    along    the    outskirts    of    the    clearing,    he    nears    her.    watching    her    movements    carefully.    “    you    have    been    wrecking    havoc    amongst    my    camps.    amongst    the    poachers,    miss    chevalier,    “    he    begins.    his    voice    is    cold,    yet    cautious.    he    knows    what    she    is    capable    of.    survivors    of    her    escapades    have    reported    it    with    fine,    pointed,    gruesome    detail.    but,    despite    this,    he    needs    her.    “    stop    snivelling.    you    are    the    golden    girl    of    hogwarts.    you    have    it    all    at    your    finger    tips.    extraordinary    power    waiting    for    you    at    the    end    of    this    road.    “

finally,    as    he    nears    her,    just    close    enough    where    he    could    reach    out    and    touch    her    shoulder    if    he    chose    to,    he    slips    his    wand    into    the    inside    pocket    of    his    jacket.    “    i    was    not    lying    to    you    when    i    offered    an    alliance    between    us.    we    could    be    very    useful    to    each    other.    i    have    valuable    connections,    information    that    would    help    you    greatly.    you    deserve    protection    and    you    won’t    find    that    with    the    ministry,    but    you    would    find    that    with    the    ashwinders.    if    we    come    to    an    agreement.    “

#stillsails #im lov e y o u

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where should you be kissed?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged by @perfectionreached!

tagging @chaotiicgoods , @bccksmarts , @oldmaqic , @stillsails , @tw0heads , @witchshe , @veiledsorrows , @manneatcr and anyone else who wants to do it! ♥

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ if the story is over why am i still writing pages [ ooc.] #dash games.

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when it rains, it pours. she stood resolutely outside, the rain pouring down relentlessly. her hair clung to her face, and her clothes seemed to have gained six times their weight in an instant. yet, she remained unmoving. all she wished for was solitude, a moment alone with her thoughts and the only place that came to mind where she could find solace was beyond the boundaries of hogwarts. the location of her choosing (and perhaps not the brightest one) was the forbidden forest. and so, there she was alone, until the sound of footsteps approached, disrupting the tranquility. startled, she turned to face the intruder, her brown eyes looking warily at the unexpected visitor. "what do you want?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

#open. #open rp. #hogwarts legacy rp #indie rp #open to anybody #anybody can reply #open starter.

[antiquatedmagic]

while i'm making starters, please feel free to like this if you would like one (regardless of whether we've interacted before)! i also have a discord if anybody would like to interact through there or plot through there, just let me know and i'll IM you with my username!

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ if the story is over why am i still writing pages [ ooc.] #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ in my defense i have none for never leaving well enough alone [ starter call.]