#mowtask

[trcydvs]

pansy & tracey / ( monster hunter au ) you sure about this? why wouldn’t i be? fine. let’s run. if you die, i’m taking your car. if you die, i’m taking your cat. @pcrkinscns

#mowtask #fire tw #guns tw #something less angsty lmao #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ and i breathe disaster ⊹ — edit #( ft. pansy ) #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ one for the money two for the show ⊹ — task

[marchofwarhq-blog]

As promised, here is our second official in-character ask meme ! This isn’t getting a specific task number because it has no time constraints, and it can be reblogged again at any point in the future. If it goes well, we’ll probably continue to release more of them --- both general ask memes and ones that are specific to events and plot drops. This will work similarly to the ask meme we used for our Slytherin party event, but for those of us who weren’t here or don’t remember well, the rules can be found below the cut.

REBLOG THIS POST to participate (you can still send things to other people if you don’t participate yourself).

Unlike typical ask memes, the content of these replies will be considered just as “real” as a normal thread. 

For this reason, official ask memes DO count towards activity. 

We also want to be careful with god-modding here, since anything written is an actual event that’s considered canon in-game. It’s always a good idea to communicate OOC before publishing these if you’re unsure whether what you’ve written counts as godmodding.

You are not obligated to publish every symbol you receive if you would rather not write that interaction (but it’s always courteous in these cases to let the person who sent it know).   

These memes can serve as starters for threads if you wish ! Just make sure you copy & paste the first reply into a new post rather than reblogging the original ask. 

They can also be short if you’d like — they’re meant to allow for quick interactions that are more easily accessible than long threads. Although if you’d prefer to go deeper into it, that’s perfectly fine too !

Unlike regular tasks, please DON’T tag these with mowtask --- we don’t want the tag to get clogged. 

This should go without saying, but make sure to include everyone !!

SPECIFIC INTERACTIONS

send ★ for my muse to bump into yours.

send ⇞ for my muse to cry to yours.

send ☆ for my muse to hug yours.

send ✄ for my muse to reveal a secret to yours. 

send ↺ for my muse to lie to yours. 

send ♛ for my muse to threaten yours.

send ♟ for my muse to insult yours.

send ☞ for my muse to compliment yours.

send ✔ for our muses to attend a DA meeting together.

send ☢ for our muses to make a mess.

send ❥ for our muses to cuddle. 

send ✹ for our muses to have detention in the dungeons together.

send ☠ for our muses to have detention in the forbidden forest together.

send $ + an interaction of your choosing for our muses to do this. 

MOOD OR THEME-BASED

send ♠ for an interaction pertaining to the most recent plot drop. 

send ✿ for a flashback interaction. 

send a number from 1-6 for a flashback interaction from that year at hogwarts.

send ♣ to get to know my muse better.

send ♥ for a heartfelt interaction. 

send ❣ for a friendly interaction.

send ♦ for an unfriendly interaction. 

send ☹ for a sad interaction.

send ☺ for a cheerful interaction.

send ☄ for a violent interaction.

send ❝ + a mood of your choosing for an interaction of that nature.

LOCATION-BASED

send ☾ for an interaction in a common room or dormitory. 

send ❄ for an interaction in hogsmeade. 

send ✍ for an interaction in class.

send ☁ for an interaction on castle grounds. 

send ♨ for an interaction in the great hall. 

send ✉ for an interaction in the owlery.

send ♜ for an interaction in the room of requirement.

send ︽ for an interaction in a bathroom.

send ✪ + another location of your choosing for an interaction there.

#mowtask #YEEEEEEEEET

[seamusburning]

a moodboard for seamus finnigan ( 5 / ? )

#mowtask #♜ ⌊ moodboard. ⌉ — i’ve trained myself to give up on the past #mine tag tbd #♜ ⌊ character. ⌉ — the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze

[aureliians]

gif moodboard: stephen cornfoot + dating girls

#why was this the first thing to pop in my head when making a moodboard u ask #good question bc i don't know #but i kept finding accurate gifs #( moodboard. ) #mowtask #also i hate that there are two glee gifs in here

[tcrryboots]

terry boot; 

i think you are wrong to want a heart  it makes most people unhappy if you only knew it you are in luck not to have a heart.

#mowtask #( moodboard. )

[ofsight]

GRYFFINDOR GIRLS ;; 

fay dunbar & hermione granger & lavender brown & parvati patil & sophie roper

and in all the stories my daughter shall hear, it will not be the princes that slay the dragons, but little girls that believe in magic with big, brave hearts and even bigger dreams.

she will learn to rely on her own sword, in every battle, in every struggle, in every war because she will learn how to devour every single monster from their very core.

#mowtask #ooft #( creations. ) #( isms. ) #( ft. lavender ) #( ft. fay ) #( ft. sophie ) #( ft. hermione )

[michaelscorner]

social media au: instagram (click to enlarge)

ft. @seamusburning & @terrykboot

#mowtalk #mowtask #smoking tw #liSTEN if u don't think michael's insta #would be split evenly between shitty memes and fake deep edgelord posts #ur wrong #bc it is

[erniemcmlln]

social media au: (1/?)

ernie’s instagram pt. 1

featuring hannah&justin  the “golden” trio

#mowtask #my edit #mygoldentrio #catch me crying in the club cause we dont have either of them #also hannahs caption was supposed to be emojis but they didnt work and guess who is too lazy/tired to go back and fix it

[moragmac]

morag macdougal + social media 2/?                                    featuring megan and their trip to paris.

#–– social media. #mowtask

[bencvolences]

WHEN: august 30th, 1990; late afternoon/night

WHERE: the perks family home ( sheffield, uk )

WHO: sally-anne perks, anne malfoy, jonathan perks, finn perks

You are ten years old, and it’s the first and only time you’ve ever seen your mother cry. 

Anne has never been the type of woman to show any kind of emotion readily --- it’s just not how she was raised. Her family taught her to keep everything deep down, to never show her struggles, to always maintain an appearance of stony composure. This way, no one could get under her skin and make her hurt. Things changed when she met Jonathan Perks, who was all laughter and affection and open, unapologetic feeling; but even now, after he’s taught her to open her heart just enough to start living, old habits still die hard. She’s never cried or really shown any excessive display of emotion in front of her children --- especially not you, the soft, impressionable Sally-Anne. 

You’ve always been a bit of a disappointment to her, you know that. She’s done her best not to show it.  

It’s a hot summer day and you’re relaxing at home with your father and brother, doing the best you all can to keep cool. Finn is poring over his newly purchased books from Diagon Alley, buzzing with excitement as he prepares for his third year at Hogwarts. You’re on the other side of the sitting room, leaning over the grand piano and watching in awe as your father’s fingers move effortlessly over the keys. It’s a favorite pastime for the both of you, him playing the piano or guitar while you watch and sing along. Over the years, you’ve learned quite a good number of songs by heart just from singing with your dad. 

He’s always had a preference for Muggle music, the songs of his childhood, and he smiles at you as he starts playing a favorite of both of yours --- “My Girl” by the Temptations. You smile back; it’s his song for you, the one he used to sing you to sleep with every night until about a year ago, when you insisted you were too big for it any longer. Still, the words come easily to your memory. You know your dad’s only playing this song to cheer you up from the fact that Finn is soon leaving for Hogwarts again (and you, with your lack of demonstrated magical ability, most likely never will); but as you start to sing along, you have to admit that it works. 

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day, When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May Well I guess you’d say, What can make me feel this --- 

You realize your dad’s stopped playing, and he’s staring somewhere behind you with a concerned expression. You turn and see that your mother’s come home from work... but something’s off. She’s staring back at Jon with a blank expression, as though all the feeling has simply been drained out of her. You think she looks almost numb. When her lips move, the voice that emerges is quiet and unfamiliar. 

“My father’s dead.” 

The words hang heavy over everyone for a moment, Finn stopping the perusal of his new books to watch as well. But Anne says nothing more, going limp when her husband rises from the piano bench and tries to pull her into a hug. For the rest of the day there’s something about her that seems almost empty --- but no tears stain her cheeks, and as far as appearances are concerned she seems determined to carry on as normal. 

That night, you sneak cautiously into Finn’s room after you’ve been sent to bed. As of late, he’s been experiencing the usual phases of teenage indifference that tend to come with puberty; but when it comes to his little sister, he still can’t be anything but loving and protective. He’s sitting on the floor, using a quill to scratch away at his summer homework, but he stops when he sees you looking worried.

“D’you think Mum’s okay?” You ask with a sniffle as you sit down across from your brother. 

He shrugs in response. “Doubt it. I mean, the man was pureblood scum, but he was still her dad. You know how she is, though --- she’ll probably just need some space for a few days. But she’s tough. Don’t worry about her, Sal.” 

You bite your lip as Finn returns to his homework, contemplating saying something else but ultimately deciding you should just go to bed. As you slip out of your brother’s room, however, something stops you. It’s a noise, something peculiar coming from your parents’ room. The sound of crying. 

Intrigued, you tiptoe to the other end of the hallway. They’ve left the bedroom door open just a crack, and you’re able to peek one curious brown eye through it. Whatever you were expecting to see, it wasn’t your mother --- your strong, unbending mother --- curled up in bed and sobbing her eyes out. But she is, her words muffled as the tears continue to stream. Jon’s there as well, arms wrapped comfortingly around her while he allows her to cry into his chest. 

“---refused to see his own daughter, just completely refused. Didn’t want to say goodbye, didn’t even want to say ‘fuck you and your halfblood spawn’ one more time. They won’t let me near the funeral, either. Lucius told me. Fuck, Jon, he was my fucking dad and I’ll never get those last fucking words with him...”

She trails off at this point, her sobs too heavy for any words to continue making sense. You continue to watch enraptured as she crumbles in her husband’s arms; she won’t stop crying and he’s kissing her forehead and whispering, Annie, I’m so sorry, I’m here, I love you so much --- and you don’t know how much more of this you can take. You know you’ve seen more than you should’ve, that this isn’t a side to your mother that she’s ever wanted you to know. Now that you’ve seen it, you’re not sure if you want to know either. 

The emotionally stunted woman you’ve known your whole life was never the most loving, but she’s what’s familiar to you. For so long you’ve wished you could relate to her... but now, as you slip away quietly and crawl back into your bed, you realize you’ve always found some comfort in the Anne you thought you knew. In a world where you always felt so fragile, so weak, she was a pillar of fortitude. To you, she was unbreakable... but now, you’re faced with the scary truth instead:

No one is unbreakable. 

#death tw #parental death tw #i've been working on this for like a week and it's still trash huh #mowtask

[trcydvs]

sally-anne & tracey / ( post-war welsh countryside road trip au ) do you think they would’ve wanted to come with us? i know it. do you think things are going to be alright? i don’t know. how do we piece our broken families back together? i don’t think we can. no matter what, i love you. i love you too. so much. @bencvolences

#mowtask #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ and i breathe disaster ⊹ — edit #( au. ) #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ one for the money two for the show ⊹ — task #i'd die for them bye #also this is ... sad #( ft. sally-anne )

[marchofwarhq-blog]

TASK 005;

Happy New Year, everyone !! The purpose of this task is to get everyone’s muse flowing during this hectic time of year — which means it’s officially time for moodboards !! You can post gif moodboards, aesthetic moodboards, style moodboards, graphic template moodboards, anything you’d like. They can be about your character or they can be about your connections, your character’s family / relationships to NPCs, AUs, or other characters in the group. There is no limit to how many you can post, and for the next week all moodboards will count towards activity ! You’re encouraged to continue posting them once the week is done, of course, but they will no longer count towards activity at that time. 

As always, please be sure to tag everything with mowtask, and let us know if you have any questions ! We’re happy to provide examples of different moodboards if there’s any confusion, or help you find the resources to make them. Also, remember that this is completely optional and 100% just for fun !

#mowtask

[seamusburning]

a moodboard for seamus finnigan ( 4 / ? ),  but make it aesthetic 

#mowtask #♜ ⌊ moodboard. ⌉ — i’ve trained myself to give up on the past #♜ ⌊ aesthetic. ⌉ — that’s how the light gets in #♜ ⌊ character. ⌉ — the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze #mine tag tbd

[aureliians]

stephen cornfoot;

i wish that i could say that i am a light that never goes out but i flicker from time to time

#mowtask #( moodboard. )

[faydunbarr]

WHEN: 16 January, 2:15AM WHERE: Outside the Carrow’s office WHO: @wcyne-hcpkins

Sleepless nights were all too commonplace for Fay. In fact, it was a miracle if she slept for more than a few hours on any given evening. Even with Sophie there next to her, Fay was usually just laying there, staring at the ceiling. That evening, she was far to antsy to just stay in place, and she carefully extracted herself from the bed, doing her best to let Sophie stay sleeping as she slipped out of the room. She hefted her bag to her shoulder, stealing out of the commons room to go find something to do. The castle was silent, the early morning hour keeping it calm, a perfect chance for Fay to get up to something. 

Her bag had a load of fireworks inside, along with several dungbombs, which she fully intended to use. It didn’t take long before she found herself outside of the office of the Carrows, taking care to stay quiet, just in case. Rigging up the fireworks around the office, Fay was planning to have it set up so they would all go off the moment the door to the office opened, but it was Fay and things rarely ever went to plan with Fay. Knocking things down, Fay yelped when she heard the first firework set off, followed by another...and another, all of them bursting in spots that she hadn’t intended. Within seconds, there was fire everywhere, tapestries lighting up as they were hit with the whistling rockets. 

“Oh, fuck,” Fay grimaced, looking around wildly. The fire was spreading faster than she would have liked and it was only a matter of time, really, before the Carrows heard something was going on. Locking eyes on a figure approaching, Fay felt a sense of relief when she saw a friendly face coming her way. “Hopkins, bro, you gotta help me out here....”

#* ﹙interactions ﹚ ♦ ♦ have fun while I’m still young #* ﹙wayne hopkins ﹚ ♦ ♦ #mowtask #have this mess. dont feel you need to match length. <3

[erniemcmlln]

when: may, 1986

where: glencoe, scotland

“wild child”

he knew his mother didn’t mean much when she called him that. besides, he had more important things to focus on at the time, like finding the best trees to climb or find the perfect stones to collect and throw into the river, the ones that made the best splashes. or perhaps finding a patch of wildflowers, maybe he would collect some for mother again.

the last time he brought flowers home, carefully pulling them from the ground at the root, he figured it wouldn’t hurt them as much that way. he put together a suitable bouquet, pocketing a few treasures, some smooth stones, a feather and some acorns he found, and then made the trek back home.

he presented his gift to his mother, who took them and turned up her nose. “we already have flowers dear, besides these are dirty.” she said her nose wrinkling at the dirty roots. she discarded them onto the kitchen counter before she returned to fuss over ernie’s clothes and hair, messy from his adventures.

however, she hadn’t thrown the flowers away. the next day he remembered seeing a familiar bloom, pinned near her collar. he wasn’t sure how she did that, but his mother could really do just about anything, she was quite clever.

marian macmillan hated messes. she preferred a pristine existence, no mess or muck, no dirt or dust. everything had a place and it was her expectation that things were to be kept together.

it was unfortunate the men in her life paid no attention to that.

“wild child”

-she would chastise her son, not that he was wild in the sense that he was disobedient, he rarely disobeyed her or her husband, she was quite proud of that fact. no, her ernest was wild because the minute he didn’t need her to carry him anymore, when he could walk on his own he was running. as soon as his feet hit the grass they would fly, carrying him deep into nature, into the glens that surrounded them, shoes be damned. this was the problem.

she’d only purchased the best clothes for her ernest, tidy button-ups and smart trousers, with proper shiny shoes. she’d initially hoped that he would share her refined taste, and the instinct that clothes like these weren’t to be mucked up. instead, he would roll up his trousers, pull up his socks and take off out the door.

“wild child” she would call after him, but he couldn’t hear her or ignored it, his feet taking him more important places.

today was a busy day, running through the grass before throwing stones into the river, before slipping his shoes off and wading into the river, reaching at the fish and tadpoles. he never could catch them but he didn’t mind. animals weren’t to be taken back home, not like his other treasures, and speaking of-

a bright red object caught his eye from the trees, a kite, how on earth did it get here? were there other people here? this part of the glen was too far from the village for any of their children to make there way over. he’d always played alone. still, a kite was very interesting, further investigations were necessary.

he jumped from the river, slipping his still wet feet into his dress shoes, pocketing his socks into his pants before taking off towards the trees.

it didn’t seem that high, not higher then he was comfortable climbing but his hands were still wet. he thought for a moment, perhaps if he were more clever like mother, he could make the kite come down. he didn’t quite understand the way his mother made things happen, magic my dear, everyone in our family can, she would tell him but that was the most of any explanation he got.

he took a deep breath, and stared at the kite, trying to will it out of the tree and into his hands. for a moment he could have sworn he saw the tail, that was tangled around a branch, wiggle, but it could have been a trick of the eyes. he sighed, climbing it was.

he quickly made his way up, he wasn’t a terrible climber, better when he was barefoot but his feet were still wet, but his shoes had practically no grip.

he was quite close now, the treasure so close, he reached out for the kite, it practically in his grasp when he lost grip with one of his feet, and then both and he couldn’t hold on with just one arm and gravity pulled him to the ground.

he didn’t cry. he was proud of himself for that but there was blood, his knees looking dismal and when he blinked there was a sharp stinging at the side of his forehead, dabbing the spot with the back of his hand came back red, he was careful not to wipe it though on any of his clothes.

he slowly made his way back to the house, his knees wobbly and head aching. by the time he got home his mother opening the door to see her son, as he was sniffing back some tears.

marian quickly ushered him inside, helping him wash up, tending to his knees and forehead before wrapping them. she wrinkled her nose at the state of his clothes when dermid macmillan came home.

“do you see the state your son is in?” she demanded at him as she meddled with the bandage around ernie’s head, “what are you going to do about this dermid?” she asked him.

dermid as he usually was, was silent. giving his son only a glance before continuing on into the house, his boots tracking dirt as he went which marian made a noise at.

“dermid! boots off in the house!” she called after him, sighing as he paid no mind before returning to cleaning ernie up.

she tucked him into bed that night, banning trips to the glen for the rest of the week to ernie’s disappointment. he had trouble falling asleep that night, thinking of the red kite. where it came from, if it would still be there when he got back or perhaps whoever it belonged too would come to collect it while he was gone, and he never would meet them.

when he awoke he was groggy, he hadn’t slept well. on his bedside table his mother left some medicine for his head and a glass of water, a small handwritten note with it like she did anything she left behind, no glen today, in her loopy handwriting. he glanced over to his desk, where he saw a pair of boots sitting on top.

he slipped out of bed to examine the boots. they looked just his size, a good sturdy pair of work boots with good grip on the bottom. he scanned the desk but there was an absence of a note from his mother. it puzzled him for a moment, but then he smiled. he would have to convince his mother to let him back into the glen before the end of the week.

#mowtask #self-para #task:002 #//we post our first drafts like men #//a happy ernie ??? in mow ??? never heard of her #//i knew i had 2 post ive been rly inactive ugh srry #//ok gonna shower now #//and write a hugo app #blood tw #//but also i love my ernies little like outdoorsy boi roots #//because i feel like he comes off so preppy #//and obviously he is #//bt my boi also loves nature so much