where to find goose. a blog role as of 24.10.21.
dorcas meadowes. @gazaelle. current main & highly active.
lily evans. @kindeer. highly active.
george weasley. @magpae. inactive.
hp multi. @wizeadry. on hiatus.
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what if i came back here tho
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* saintlike… i’m holey. i’m holey, fred. ya geddit?
#MAGPAE. an indie george weasley rp blog. fiercely anti jkr. attempted by goose.
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proditeur.
“i think the effort is obvious to anyone who steps foot in there. if i was a fair bit younger i’d likely spend a fortune, myself.” … but he’d be lying if he said that he hasn’t already made several very large, very unnecessary purchases. purely out of interest. purely to experiment. purely for fun.
they really are ingenious—the whimsical collection of bits and bobbles. things that spin, things that explode, things that make one suck (but for fun!). and through all of it weaves the personality of fred and george weasley. that part of fred, he’s sure, will always remain.
“anyways… i’m sorry to have taken up so much of your time here. it really is remarkable, what you’re doing. i commend the efforts of someone who’s lost so much, and still has the heart to help others.”
“ i’d like to say we don’t rely on younger kids and their allowance, but we do a little. ” admitted with a little smile, one clearly well established in mischief. he’s not unknown to mayhem, and not unknown to being cheeky, but in truth he was always conscious of how much money children spend in his shop; the last thing he wants is for someone to get in trouble, because then they won’t be allowed to come back.
smile grows as he starts to be complimented, but then loss is referred to, and that smile falters without any restraint. a reminder, more than anything. man brilliant at forgetting, at pushing said loss to the back of his mind and focusing on other things. so slight reminder has him stumbling over words a little. “ oh, it’s. . . . no, you’re fine. you haven’t taken up my time. i always love talking to people who come in. ”
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one day i’ll return here. not today, but one day.
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curscd.
impulse takes over and hand grasps for a pillow, flinging it in his direction once found. there’s a small hesitation, torn between desire to admire her throw or just disappear, before she settles on the latter and tugs blanket over head. “ i’m not touchy. can i not even wallow in peace around here? ”
of course she can’t. the idea that he would leave anyone alone for an extended period of time was almost laughable. george far too attached to friends and non friends alike. striding over to her side and soon plonked down next to her, making her scoot over a little. “ whats wrong? ”
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
❛ door . hold a door open for my muse .
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention .
❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .
❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] .
❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital .
❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told .
❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .
❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .
❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry .
❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse .
❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] .
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face .
❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest .
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms .
❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder .
❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] .
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after .
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face .
❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .
❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object .
❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground .
❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse .
❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards .
❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air.
❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse .
❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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lovgd.
invention’s been pressed into her blood , a legacy passed down from mother to daughter and sometimes she thinks it hurts like splintered bones and sometimes it’s the lightest feeling in her chest . cheeks work upwards impossibly wide until the expression takes over the expanse of her face , delight coming at the ingenuity .
❝ i can tell . you’re really smart with this stuff . ❞
always a joy to share time with another who’s blood runs thick with invention. another who appreciates the art of creating something from nothing, of making something unique and new. and to receive praise for his work from someone with shared passion? it made it ten times sweeter.
“ you think? i do alright, i guess. ” humble as ever.
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3amhaunting.
“ . . . do you remember the night of the yule ball? ” she mumbled suddenly, gaze still fixated on the wall behind him, or trailing the movements of people who would shuffle by their booth: either quietly or at a drunk, haphazard step of the upbeat tempo playing throughout the restaurant. although quinn bitterly stated that they weren’t children anymore, the knots in her stomach and the need to be elsewhere had made her feel otherwise, especially at the memory. it was like they were teenagers again; all sharp tongues and longing gazes. quinn’s shoulders rolled back and pinched together as if she had something to prove she was anything but the meek little girl she used to be. “ you . . . kissed me after. nobody had ever kissed me before that. in fact, i don’t think anybody even looked at me before that. ” quinn chuckles then, it being more of a sigh than a laugh. 𝚗̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚛̲ 𝚖̲𝚎̲𝚕̲𝚊̲𝚗̲𝚌̲𝚑̲𝚘̲𝚕̲𝚒̲𝚌̲. a juxtaposition from the echos of joy coming from the opposite end of the restaurant. finally, quinn holds his gaze, and it was as though the world around them had blurred, facing only in a rear - view mirror. just as it always had. quinn’s elbows rested onto the table, chin rested on top of chilled knuckles. “ did you mean it then? ” a beat. if the rest of the world had been blurry like in a rear view mirror, the way her stomach twisted further into knots, she was sure that motion sickness would follow promptly after her next question: “ would you still if i had asked you to kiss me now? ”
of course he remembered the yule ball. remembered trying to look his best, trying to make sure she had a good time and a good date. feeling somewhat responsible for her enjoyment, to the extent of wanting to make the night as magical as possible. just a small kiss. just a kiss for the sake of one, wanting night to end as beautifully as it had gone. he hadn’t meant it then. not in truth. she was a little younger, and he had no mind for romance or intimacy; far more worried about various pranks with his brother. but now?
she was all he thought about. morning light reminds him of her the moment he wakes, thoughts cast to how life would be should she wake up beside him every morning. reading by soft lamp light before he sleeps seems far more dreary than letting mind run wild with the possibilities of her. they were children before; they’re not now.
moment’s pause before he’s moving forward, leaning over table to her. no hesitation then as head dips to her own, lips pressed to hers in gentle kiss. dissimilar to last embrace; that’d been just a kiss. but this? it held far more weight than he could ever express simply with words.
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george has appeared! what do you do?
▫ . . . kiss
▫ . . . worship
▫ . . . blow a kiss
▫ . . . do “it”
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starter call. that’s what you get ( paramore ).
╰ ▫ . . . for @curscd.
little store cupboard was full of boxes, packed with belongings that weren’t his. molly couldn’t stand to have them in the house, and george couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. “ i still try holding onto silly things. ” mused as he picks up little trinket, something he’d forgotten the sentimentality for now. “ i never learn. ”
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starter call. i wanna rock ( twisted sisters ).
╰ ▫ . . . for @zabesus.
music blares. hearing another other than harsh music would be impossible, considering how loud he’s chosen to blast his tunes. an excuse to feel, letting base fill chest that usually feels so empty now. “ when it’s like this, ” he shouts over the music, “ i feel the music shooting through me! there’s nothing else i would rather do. ”
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* saintlike… i’m holey. i’m holey, fred. ya geddit?
#MAGPAE. an indie george weasley rp blog. fiercely anti jkr. attempted by goose.
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i miss george so how about a 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕!
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i made a new cute lil icon
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i really want to get this blog active again. . .
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[ 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚗 ]
a small smirk grows upon his lips ; a delicate smile tinged by amusement . said baby who is starting to look a little more like a toddler than a baby is clinging to his sweater as remus holds him by his side . ❝ i thought we were friends . ❞ he teases , lightly , glancing between george and teddy . he’s not mad at all . it’s nice , actually , that so many people are willing to invest their time in his boy .
❝ i’m sure teddy would love some cuddles , wouldn’t you ? ❞ the baby doesn’t respond with anything more than a small noise , but remus takes that as an affirmation regardless , and lifts him away from his body a little so that george could reach out and hold him – if he so wanted to .
𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 as he’s taking toddler from his father. smile 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 over face before he’s bringing baby close to chest, oddly adept now and holding him without much worry. supported how he’s supposed to be, george bobbing a little to make sure he’s comfortable. “ mum keeps going on at me about it. think callie’s getting a 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 about it, actually. ” he loved his mother, he truly did. but her family drive was sometimes a little too overbearing for 𝚑𝚒𝚖, let alone his girlfriend.
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