#taken neutral

[riddikulushq]

IC INFO:

Character name: Charity/Charlie Burbage Age & Birthday: 21 & September 13th Gender & Pronouns: Bigender & He/She/They Occupation: Enchanted tattoo artist (Pincushion Tattoo&Piercing) + Muggle/Magical rights activist Blood status: Muggleborn & Metamorphmagus Previous house: Hufflepuff Previous Affiliation: Neutral, Order leaning Face claim: Derek Luh + London Thor Traits: + Independent, Determined, Capable, Honest - Restless, Insecure, Idealistic, Lonely

TAKEN BY BOO

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Char was born a metamorphmagus to a family of muggles. Their family knew that there was something special about them from the moment they opened their eyes, as they were already rapidly changing their colors. The family was quickly contacted by a ministry caseworker and given all of the information, support, and resources they needed to raise him and keep his magic hidden. 

She started using her magic to alter her appearance at a young age, she often liked to shift their appearance between feminine and masculine and introduced theirself to strangers with different names and pronouns as she felt like it. He often drew himself as either gender and signed his work with different names. She drove her parents up a wall trying to keep everything straight but was nonetheless supported when she eventually came out as bigender, changed their pronouns, and added Charlie as a second name for theirself. 

The time came for them to go to hogwarts and they were excited to finally get their first glimpse at the magical world that they had been allowed to know about but hadn’t truly felt a part of yet. While most people who were new to the magical world were swept up in the wonder of it all, Char found herself quickly disillusioned with the entire thing. By the end of his first year at hogwarts he was fed up with the ways that people talked about and treated non-magical folk in general. Even the people who were nice about it seemed condescending.

He was sorted into hufflepuff and maintained good grades in most of their classes, with their best marks in and a clear aptitude for charms, potions, and muggle studies in particular. As it was their muggle studies professor’s first year teaching in the school she often found herself correcting errors in what was being taught and even discussing lesson plans and information sources with the professor. This was luckily welcomed by his professor and they were on excellent terms by the time he graduated, with a mutual respect between them.

She decided to pursue her art as a career after graduating from school, finding herself drawn to the concept of mixing her interest in experimenting with potions with her creative skill and creating something entirely new. He settled on tattoo art after getting his first tattoo and realizing that potions could perhaps help to create moving enchanted artwork on the skin. They found theirself thriving with this new creative outlet, taking pride in the artwork that they created. 

They started getting involved in activism when the war first began to brew, with a clear end goal in mind of the integration of the muggle and magical worlds. While her goal was lofty she was determined to do all that she could to see it through, seeing that as the only way to do away with blood prejudice for good. Their tattoo business fell to the wayside while they focused theirself on this new and much more important task. When the tension of the war got to its highest point his family went into hiding and Char himself was left alone in his childhood home to deal with whatever came next. Despite the potential danger, she maintained their work throughout the war and were elated to finally see its end. 

Since the war’s end Char has started contact with his parents again though he still doesn’t know where they are and hasn’t seen them again in person yet. She has renovated the front garage of her home into a new tattoo parlor and is starting her business from scratch (Pincushion Tattoo&Piercing). They’re hopeful that He Who Must Not Be Named has been defeated but are wary of the possibility he may be powerful enough to come back somehow, as well as the fact that there are still death eaters out there who may want to continue his work despite his death.

Char believes that people can change and is willing to work towards forgiveness and provide support to those who are willing to atone for their crimes. Going forward they will strive to encourage the change that they want to see in the world, putting all of their hope and effort into making it happen.

#charity burbage #chales burbage #taken #neutral #taken neutral #played by boo

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE RUNAWAY get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out. 

— she walks through the world as ;

name → corin hale pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1960 - september 1961 face claim → odeya rush blood status → muggle (werewolf) sexual orientation → up to roleplayer occupation → petty criminal future information → n/a

— she is best described as ;

A PUNCH to the FACE, a LIONHEARTED woman with ATTITUDE, BRIMMING with CONFIDENCE, STRONG & STURDY. She’s as LOYAL as they come, the kind of person to give you their last COIN, a FRIENDLY face in a crowd and a SMILE that could break a HEART. TOUGH and worn like LEATHER. She’s SWEET like buttered popcorn & as DEADLY as a well aimed THROWING KNIFE.

— her story starts with ;

TW: death, blood, violence

Corin Hale’s life hasn’t ever been easy, but over the past three years it’s gotten even harder. Her life before she was bitten was relatively normal, though it has been so long the details Corin now finds fuzzy. Growing up in Radlett just outside of London, she was once the eldest daughter of Atai and Ekaterina Hale. A school teacher and a lawyer, they had wealth and Corin once wanted for nothing. It was the classic tale of a girl from North London, Friday night dinner, trips to the synagogue and playing second parent to her two younger sisters. She would frog march to Haberdashers' Girls' School, while her parents laughed. The world was at Corin’s feet and she rose each day with the knowledge that fate had been kind to her and given who she was, she could be anything she wanted. At seven years old what Corin wanted to do was be in the theatre. A larger than life character, she would organise her toys and her sisters to watch her perform, escaping to far off worlds where she’d transport them. All she ever wanted was to be up there with the greats. and it was this desire that led her parents to take them one evening after school to The Globe Theatre to watch a performance. Wide eyed, Corin was in her element, sitting on her father’s shoulders, looking intently at the stage as Much Ado About Nothing played out. 

When the performance concluded, Corin begged her parents to let her meet the cast and get her program signed. But with her sisters tiring, the answer was no, but Corin had other ideas. Never one to listen to things her elders said, Corin ducked past her parents in the crowd, made her way back to the stage and waited, program in hand. She waited a long while, the cold evening air wrapping its arms around her. Eventually the cast came out and the excitement hit. Hugging her programme she watched them leave. The excitement faded and Corin realised she was alone. She knew London well enough, despite being so young she had always been resourceful and began the walk to Blackfriars where she could explain to someone that she’d gotten lost. Corin hadn’t made it far away from the theatre when fate intervened. It was a woman. At first anyway, who cornered her and asked if she was lost. Without thinking Corin told her of her plan to get back to Radlett and the woman offered to help. Taking her hand, they walked towards the station, until Corin was pulled into an alleyway and the woman was replaced with a wolf. Biting down hard on Corin’s shoulder, she felt the blood pool down her body and her life flash before her eyes. But before the wolf could continue to ravage her, it licked her shoulder and ran off into the night. 

The screams attracted the attention of a couple who took her to the hospital and her parents were called. The next few days were a blur for Corin, in a trace due to the pain and home from school due to the attack. The night of the first full moon was where everything came into focus. One moment she was herself, the next she was an animal, running through the streets of Radlett howling at the moon. When she awoke she was in a park, covered in grass and mud, with every memory of where she’d been and frightened this was now her life. Hysterically she told her parents and begged them to try and understand but they didn’t believe her until it was too late. Trying to get outside of her house to transform, Corin watched in horror as her father held her back. She turned, he was holding on to her. Then suddenly he wasn’t and she’d escaped through the patio door. Only small due to her age, Corin wasn’t able to fully attack him, but when she returned home she found him clawed to pieces and the carpet covered in blood. Her parents tried desperately to help. They took her to hospitals but no one believed them. On full moons they chained her up in the garage where no one would see. She was a schoolgirl by day and a monster by night. Her life wasn’t normal. At night she would listen to her parents argue and cry while her sisters hugged each other in the doorway. Corin knew she was the issue and while she was there they’d never be safe. 

One day, she packed up her backpack with all her belongings. Took it to school and left during lunchtime, with one thought in mind. Finding the wolf who had bitten her. She got by by stealing things, pick-pocketing and checking herself into hostels to avoid being on the streets before KAMALI SKENDER [mother] found her. Kamali ran Le Cirque Des Rêves, a travelling circus that was making its way round Europe and was stopping off in London for the summer. Aside from the strange woman who changed her, Kamali was the only werewolf that Corin had ever met and when she asked her to join the circus Corin agreed. Kamali became like a mother to Corin, teaching her everything she needed to know about the world she now belonged to and giving her a home. Corin didn’t think she’d ever find happiness after the bite, but with Kamali and then a few weeks later when SILAS CRUMP [father] joined the circus, she believed her life could be different. Time seemed to move differently for them. They became a family, performing in wizarding districts around the world and spreading their joy. By the time they returned back to London, Corin was twenty-two. A woman and an esteemed member of the troupe that she hoped to one day help run with her parents. London was not how Corin had remembered it and she watched as her father changed in its presence. 

The once happy seemed darker and people whispered of dark wizards and cloak and dagger plans made by candle light. Feeling unwell after a performance, Corin walked back to their wagon to find her father frantically packing his belongings. Instantly her mind became sharp. Silas would never leave him and Kamali, something had happened and she wasn’t going to let him slip away without her help. Cornering him, Corin began packing her things and insisted he take her with him. He revealed everything to her, about his past, his family before them, the death of his sister and the two sorcerers who had come to collect. The pair slept in inns, apperated daily and tried to blend in but eventually RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and BELLATRIX BLACK [adversary] caught up with them. It was a full moon in Nottingham and just before Corin could shift, she felt her body be swept up. Her father was gone and Corin was chained in a basement by a collar. Having taken the wolfsbane her father had brewed Corin knew her mind and knew something was wrong. Most of the time she was alone in the basement, occasionally brought food and drink by the gruesome pair or SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary]. They wanted access to the circus, to the creatures. They wanted to know everything about them but Corin wouldn’t say a single word. 

They used spells to try and make her talk, wicked magic that made every single part of her body scream out in pain. But Corin wouldn’t say a word. She was unsure how much time had passed before she saw the world again. They had stopped giving her wolfsbane a long time ago as punishment and were normally quite rigid with the checks until one night they weren’t. Severus had chained her up, but the chains hadn’t been changed in some time, worn by the nights spent pulling on them. When Corin transformed the chain broke from the wall and with the weight and power she now wielded it was nothing for her to break through Mr Mulpepper’s wooden basement door even with its enchanted locks. A rabid animal hungry for blood, Corin steamed through the streets, attacking anything in sight. ANDRESSA PARKINSON [victim], RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [victim] and ROSALINE DAVIS [victim] were not known to her, faces in a crowd people in her way that were lucky enough to have people round them who could fight her off with their magic. When Corin came round on Hampstead Heath she had every memory of the night before, her life spent in the basement and her burning desire to find her family and get revenge. Now free, Corin hopes to learn everything she can about Bellatrix, Severus and Rabastan to make them pay for what they’ve done. 

— she is a LEVEL 7 WEREWOLF & readied for war ;

#supernatural rpg #supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp #harry potter rpg #harry potter rp #taken neutral #taken werewolf #corin hale #civilian #m rodolphus lestrange #m andressa parkinson #m rosaline davis #m severus snape #m silas crump #m kamali skender #m bellatrix black #m rabastan lestrange

[fractured-hq]

ROLANDA HOOCH

Birthday: 02 April 1947.

Blood Status: Half-Breed (Harpy).

Gender & Pronouns: Female; she/her.

Occupation: Retired Holyhead Harpies Chaser; Hogwarts Flying Instructor.

Sided with:  Order of the Phoenix Ally.

Faceclaim: Cate Blanchett.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts.

House: Slytherin.

Extra curricular: Quidditch Captain/Chaser

BIO

GROWING UP

Rolanda was born to an unknown woman in an unknown location, left on her muggle father’s doorstep with naught but the basket she was left in, and her birth certificate.  To this day, she isn’t sure if Garret Hooch is truly her father, or if he had fallen prey to a game or con of a magical being, leaving her a changeling in an unforgiving world.  Her father did his best by her, working hard as a lighthouse tender in the South Stack lighthouse of Holyhead, thinking nothing of her parentage with her wild mop of fiery hair and golden eyes.

She often assisted him as best she could, feeling free with the sea air in her hair, and standing on the railing looking out over the ocean.  His first hint as to what she was happened when her fiery red hair started bleaching out more and more until it grew in so brightly blonde it was no longer able to be passed off as simple bleaching of the sun.  

Unfortunately for him, it was in a burst of accidental magic during a temper tantrum that saw him suffering a broken spine.  While the doctors were able to give him most of his ability to walk, the pain would linger for the rest of his life.  He self-medicated this pain with more and more whiskey as time went on, growing apathetic and leaving more of his work to young Rolanda.  She learned after that unfortunate incident to contain her wild temper for more appropriate time and place, leaving many of the empty bottles of whiskey shattered under the force of thrown rocks in the small backyard of the ramshackle home she grew up in.  

START OF THE WAR

Her Hogwarts letter answered many questions she didn’t even know she had, and the magical world at first seemed just that: magical.  She thought she’d found a place where she actually belonged.  But then she learned the darker portion of the wizarding world when she was 14, having run afoul of a member of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures when he correctly identified her as harpy-blooded and she found faces that had previously been welcoming suddenly outright hostile.  

But her escape was taking to the skies as if she was born there, often being found with wind-wild hair and a nearly feral look to her eyes.  But she’d found something she was good at–great even, and even those that hated her for what she was couldn’t deny her talent nor skill.  Though even as she began making a name for herself, she continued going home, picking up after her father, and working in the lighthouse every summer.  

Just prior to graduation, she was offered an opportunity to try out for the Pride of Portree where she made starting chaser straight out of Hogwarts.  She played for the Pride for three years before being offered a position with the Holyhead Harpies, and while the contract earned slightly less, she took it for the opportunity to live near her father to better be able to care for him.  

She was a Quidditch player by day and a caretaker by night for five years before Garret succumbed to his age and his injuries.  She went through a rough time then, drinking and womanizing her way through players and fans alike until the lifestyle ended with a pair of bludgers to the back while playing the Magpies, shattering her spine, shoulderblade, and tearing all of the connective tissue in her left shoulder and elbow.  While St. Mungos could fix most of it, the nerve damage in her left arm was too great to continue competing at the professional level, so she found herself medically retired and unemployed.  

PRESENT TIME

Dumbledore was her saving grace, offering her the newly open position of Flying Instructor with the understanding she would also fill the role of Quidditch officiant on game days.  And while it wasn’t her dream, she was still connected to the skies and given a home once again.  Albeit, with the explicit understanding that the drinking and womanizing was to stop, for she was now a member of Hogwarts staff and would be expected to live up to everything that entailed.

CONNECTIONS

Minerva McGonagall. Rolanda’s (not so) secret crush.  Whether it actually goes anywhere is up to the other player, but having that potential for drama is fantastic.

Friend With Benefits. This person is a confidante and on again/off again partner, they know all her deepest secrets and someone she trusts explicitly.  Whether she ends up in a permanent relationship, or otherwise, they’re always her go-to friend.  There is also a possibility of being someone that betrays her trust, but yeah, that similar vein.

OTHER

Animagus: Osprey; something she did on her off-time throughout the summers.

Patronus: Irish Wolfhound.

Rolanda is currently TAKEN and played by ANDI.

#rolanda hooch #marauders rp #marauders rpg #marauders roleplay #marauders au rp #marauders au #harry potter rp #harry potter rpg #harry potter au rp #c #taken #taken neutral

[aparecium-rp]

ABOUT:

Character name: Septima Vector Age & Birthday: 38 & May 6th Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female & She/Her Occupation: Arithmancer in training Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Slytherin Affiliation: Neutral Face claim: Roberta Colindrez

BIOGRAPHY:

TW death, hoarding

septima vector is the 7th child to kelia and ianto vector. though septima was the seventh child there were ten vector children. Septima grew up in a happy family. Really she did, there was nothing to complain about for her. Though her parents taught her to do well in school much as they did with all their other children and it turns out, she’s actually quite good with numbers. She has always been good with numbers if she was going, to be honest. Out of the ten vector children she was gifted with a talent: a photographic memory. While one of her other siblings was always constantly getting ill, she was always somehow on the pedestal at the family dinners. Her parents were always so proud of her for being the one to help her siblings with their homework and she was the one that would always help with cooking and baking around the house because no one could measure out the portions just as well as septima did. Septima really did love the vector manor located in rotterdam netherlands. While although septima was originally born in britain: her dad worked for the ministry of magic in the department of the International Magical Trading Standards Body and they relocated him to the netherlands for the time being. That was where they ended up growing their large family and it was honestly really nice to be away from the rest of their family in britain. 

It wasn’t until more recently that ianto had a heart attack and passed away in his sleep. That was when everything in the vector household started to fall apart. Just in the span of a few months, her mother grew to be a hoarder, septima has been living on her own since graduating from college and it already seems as if she has already taken in three of her younger siblings while her other ones were either already in school or doing their own thing. Septima doesn’t like seeing her family fall apart or the state that her mother is in. she still does send her home money every once in a while but she knows the moment she goes home she’s just going to have to end up carrying the weight of everyone else in her family.

OOC INFO:

Played by: Maxine Time Zone: CST

#septima vector #slytherin #neutral #f #taken #taken f #taken neutral #taken slytherin #played by maxine

[the-whispers-of-death]

Home Again

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Most gods would be happy that they were back in the paradise realm after previously being banished and stripped of their divinity, but Fallen God!Ghost aches for you.

His nights are spent dreaming about you, the mortal who showed him what love was. He dreamt of sleeping beside you, kissing you, even cooking with you. He dreamt of your beautiful hair, your breathtaking eyes, your jaw-dropping smile. His dreams were filled with memories of your laughter, your smooth and lyrical voice.

Paradise realm is a paradise, sure, but nothing could compare to you. Your beauty outshines the paradise realm's, your presence calms Ghost in a way the paradise realm can never. The air was always lighter when he was around you, the colors of the world always brighter. You are his light, his world, and everything is dull without you.

He spends week after week searching for how to get back to the mortal realm and back to you. His power is potent, he can just teleport himself down to the mortal realm to see you but that doesn't seem like a satisfying answer to him.

Ghost would eventually have to leave you and go back to the paradise realm, forced to be able to only visit you from time to time. He didn't want that, he can't bear the thought of leaving you. Of sleeping in his own bed, alone.

He also couldn't make you a concubine of his, bring you to the paradise realm. It didn't feel right for him to ask you to leave everything you knew behind just so you could spend hours alone in his temple while he worked. You deserve better than that.

So what else was there to do?

It takes Ghost a few days to realize what he must do. What he has to do in order to see you again.

He is standing in God!Price's temple, all of the deities summoned there for the monthly update of what the pantheon has been doing since they last convened. He can barely hear what the others are saying, it being meaningless as his mind finally reaches an answer to his burning question.

"I'm stripping myself of my godhood and powers, permanently," Ghost says, interrupting the conversation.

The entire temple is silenced at once, everyone turning their heads to stare at Ghost in disbelief.

A god deliberating turning himself mortal? That was unheard of. It was absurd to even those deities who loved the mortals so much.

Price frowns, clearly thinking Ghost has gone mad. "Now, Ghost, let's think about this," he says, his words slow and carefully curated. "You can't just abandon your godly duties, you're the God of Warfare. If there's one thing that the mortals do the most, it's engaging in war."

Ghost scoffs. "My duties can easily be done by our Goddess of War," he replies, gesturing with his hand towards said goddess. "I no longer want to be a god."

His words ignite a flurry of murmurs between the other deities, all of them shocked beyond disbelief. They don't understand why he wouldn't want to be a god, especially after centuries of hearing him look down on mortals.

"Is this because of the mortal you met during your banishment, {Name}?" Price asks, peeved now. "I hadn't thrown you down to them for you to fall in love with them, Ghost."

"No, you did it so I could learn the importance of mortals and I have," Ghost cuts in, his power flaring up as his anger spikes. This isn't up for debate. "I'm doing this no matter what any of you say, I was doing a courteous thing by giving you all a heads-up."

Price shifts in the seat of his throne, itching to get up and slap some sense into Ghost. "Enough of this, Ghost. You don't even know if they will take you if you're not a god. Perhaps that was the only reason they fell in love with you in the first place."

Ghost snarls in rage at the accusation and assassination of your character. "Even if that's the case, which I doubt it is, it is my choice. I'd rather spend the rest of my mortal life heartbroken if they turn me away than spend eternity aching for them," he says defiantly.

Immense power fills the temple, all of it Ghost's as he pools it all in his veins. Stripping himself of his godhood and powers is excruciating, the pain almost enough to stop him, but he keeps pressing on with the action.

It was worth it, for you.

"Someone stop him!" Price bellows at the other deities, but it's too late.

Just as God!Soap reaches for Ghost to try and stop him, Ghost's godhood and powers are stripped from him, his last act of being a god is to send his mortal form where it needs to be: at your doorstep.

His second fall seems euphoric, a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he falls through the clouds and lands on your front porch just like he had done months ago.

He looks to the side just as you open your front door, a smile gracing his lips at the sight of you. The weight on his chest is lifted, everything falling into place once more.

"Ghost?" You ask, surprised. You had thought you would never see him again. "Did... Did you get your godhood taken away again?"

Ghost stands with your help, his skin thrumming at the sensation of your hands on him again. "I took it away myself," he murmurs, breathless as he stares in your beautiful eyes.

Your face twists into confusion, which makes sense since he had been itching to be a god again the first time he fell. "Why?"

"For you, love. I couldn't bear to live eternity without you," Ghost says, secretly nervous that you won't take him now that he's not a god. "I love you, {Name}."

"I love you too," you reply, making him relax. You step closer, happy that this isn't a dream. "I don't care that you're not a god anymore, I only ever wanted you."

"You will always have me, for as long as you will have me."

Ghost steps closer as well, reaching up to gently cradle your face between his hands. He can't wait for you to lean in as well, though you do so as he gently presses his lips against yours.

The kiss can only be described as heavenly, all of the noises of city life fading away until there was only the sound of you two kissing. It's so gentle and slow, Ghost savoring what it's like to kiss you. He pours every ounce of love into the kiss, needing you to be filled with his love.

It feels like you are kissing for hours before you both pull away for air. Your soft pants fill the air between you two, you smiling at him.

"Come on," you say, gently grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. "Let's go inside and have dinner together."

Ghost nods and follows you inside the house that truly feels like home now. He lets you lead him into the kitchen, not even complaining about having to cook with you.

He had been a fallen god when he had first met you but now, he was neither fallen nor a god. He was just Ghost. A man you loved.

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[anintrovertedechoe]

no thoughts just breaking down in mammon’s arms and sitting in his lap while he rocks you back and forth and firmly rubs up and down your back while telling you he’s got you and it’s all going to be okay.

#the curse (mental illness) has taken over me and it’s hitting HARD #I try to post at least once a month hence this #maybe I’ll write something for it idk #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #om! mammon #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #mammonobeyme #the great mammon #mammon x me #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #mammon x mc #mammon x reader

[pricelesscinemas]

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[cecilxa]

if you'll have me

summary: lyney would share his deepest secrets with you, if only you'd ask

contents: ooc probably (do i care? no. do i love men being down bad? yes.), pining!lyney (he basically is too in love), fluff, gn!reader, pre-relationship

cw: a tiny allusion to violence

recommend listening to: ur so pretty by wasia project

a/n: hehe have some lyney before i disappear again

Being a magician, Lyney is certainly no fool to distractions or tricks. What he can be fooled by, however, is something that he certainly cannot control–not that he’d want to anyway. 

He can’t help it if he dreams of your hands, how he’d be able to cradle them in his own and be able to gaze into your eyes with too much adoration for him to contain, and he’d be able to spill all sorts of ‘I love yous’ that fall so easily from his lips, it would be like he’d been born to utter them. 

He can’t help it if he dedicates all the nights staring out above the city and up into the sky to you–and how he’d count all the stars in the night if it’d make you happy, no matter how long it’d take. 

He can’t help it if, when you talk to him, he goes red, trying to contain the ever-present grin that somehow still leaks out at the sides, making his mouth lopsided. It’s not like he cares. Seeing you is always worth it. 

Lyney’s feelings find themselves overflowing with devotion, too much for him to properly handle, but it feels too good for him to let go.

It’s nearly every day when he thinks about him confessing his utter love for the way you say his name, for the way you maintain eye contact, for the way you smile so lovely at him, for the way he’d get down on one knee and say that his heart lies in your hands, and even if you plucked it apart, piece by piece, he’d be grateful that you were the one to be there until its last breath. 

People say there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but Lyney proclaims that he’s experienced it firsthand, because ever since you’ve met, he’s only been able to think of cooking for two, only been able to think of gifts that, conspicuously or not, loudly cry for your attention, not unlike himself. 

He flirts, he charms, he blushes, and yet he can never seem to come out with the very words that open the locked doors that guard your heart. 

He notices your reactions, whenever you invite him out, when you peer with interest at seeing a certain item on sale, and when your eyes light up when he surprises you with a goofy grin, gifting you that same certain item (plus a couple more), because no matter how much, he somehow has that little bit of change that’s always there. 

Always there. He likes to think that his love is always there. There when you cry, and there when you laugh, and there when you’re having an afternoon drink with him, and there when he gazes at you when you’re talking about something that you like and when he thinks that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. Even though you don’t truly know how far his love goes. 

In fact, you’ve only seen Lyney upset once in your life. 

The weather in Fontaine is unpredictable–rainy one moment and then sunny the next–and it just had to be the one day you forgot bring an umbrella. You had arrived at the Café Lucerne sopping wet, drenched to the bone with moisture that made you feel all icky and cold. Lyney was seated at one of the tables, and you headed towards him, only for his eyes to widen. He questioned you sharply, asking how you were, why did you go in the rain, why did you not bring an umbrella, why did you come and not seek shelter?! 

What if you got sick?!

His voice, usually so cheerful and amiable, now panicked and distressed. Not even waiting for an answer, his hand frantically grabbed yours, rushing the both of you to his abode, where you were forced to take a shower and take some spare clothes. 

Lyney then questioned you again–only once you were safe and with a hot drink, of course–and when you replied that you wanted to see him, his heart strained and his eyes softened. 

Oh, what you do to this magician! Are you trying to melt him with your words?! 

You looked at him, and a very pink blush crept up onto his cheeks, leaving a burning sensation. How he managed to say anything, he still doesn’t know to this day. Maybe it was the adrenaline talking, because his voice came out breathy and uncertain.

“You scared me. I don’t want you to get sick; it pains me to see you in pain.”

His voice was quiet for once and more genuine than you’d ever heard before. 

You smiled at him in response, and he thinks that everything is okay. 

Ever since that day, Lyney’s sheltered a dream.

One day, he’ll lie with you under the sheets, and he’ll whisper the things he vows to do to make you happy. And when he whispers each and every thing he vows to do, he’ll kiss your shoulder, and then your cheek, and then your hands–twice for good measure–and then your lips, and he’ll shudder so softly because the feeling of your tender lips against his erupts mini-fireworks in his stomach. 

And then when you fall asleep, he’ll let his eyes scan the very person he’s willing to do anything for, and he’ll see the stars in your veins, and he’ll say to you in your sleep that even the number of stars in the sky can’t compare to the number of things he can love about you. 

Lyney may be a magician, but there's no tricks or misdirection in how pure his feelings are, much like a singular white dove.

a/n: tell me if this is getting too repetitive i somehow always do this format without even thinking 😰 i’m a sucker for this style though 😻 likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated !! 🩷🩷

#lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x y/n #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #trying out new tags awooga #LYNEY HAS TAKEN OVER MY HEART AND I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE HIS STORY QUEST ❤️❤️

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since a lot of people seem confused, the Bee and Puppycat that just came out on Netflix isn’t the the same as the original! (though some did get leaked a few years ago)

it’s 16 completely newly, reanimated episodes, the first three of which will encompass the original plot, plus extra content!!

#i know ppl tend to be really opposed to change but i hope people come at this from a neutral perspective #it’s taken so much work to get it here and i have so much love for it #as someone who’s seen the leaked bits i can personally say i think the stylistic changes are not night and day even #like the pilot and original #it’s more colourful #and the backgrounds really blew it out of the water #+ their costumes…… #i wanna make a collection of bees new outfits <3 #i’ll probably share it here #bee and puppycat #bee and puppycat lazy in space #lazy in space #bee.txt #? #kind of..?

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IC INFO:

Character name: Narcissa Black Age & Birthday: 23 & July 1st Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female & she/her Occupation: Private Potioneer Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Neutral / DE leaning Face claim: Renee Rapp Traits: + Loving, Loyal, Fighter, Determined, Protective - Manipulative, Calculating, Cold, Worrier TAKEN BY RACHIE

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

- Narcissa was destined to be a Princess from the day that she was born. She was the third born child, and third daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. She had been their last opportunity at getting a son, and the heir they needed, but it was not to be. There had been hushed whispers of how this was going to go, with Cygnus being pretty desperate for an heir. The healers had told the Blacks that this absolutely had to be their final pregnancy. Druella could simply not handle the trauma pregnancy put the body through. Reluctantly Cygnus agreed with this, and so Narcissa had been their last chance at a male heir. It did not turn out that way though, and the Blacks ended up with three daughters, and no male heir.

- There was no need for the household to have any concerns though, as Cynus appeared to fall in love instantly, not that Narcissa necessarily saw that love. Neither of her parents were exceptionally loving. In actual fact they were quite distant. But that was okay. For the lack of love she got from them, she didn’t lack anything else. Anything she wanted, lovely Cissa got it. Her father showed her love by spoiling her, and she was certainly never going to say no to anything that he gave her. Narcissa was the baby of their little family, and she certainly took advantage of that.

- One might have expected this to lead to a sense of division amongst the three sisters. But that was not the case. The Black sisters were a little trio from the very start. The love that she didn’t necessarily get from her parents, she got in bucket loads from her sisters. It was not only her sisters that she was close with, but her cousins also. From a young age she’d seen them more as brothers than cousins. The relationships that she cherished as a young child helped Narcissa to grow a deep value of family. There wasn’t a lot Narcissa would not do for her family.

- Narcissa easily made the transition from princess to queen, and she absolutely adored being at Hogwarts. Of course she chose her friends carefully. Her sisters had warned her that people would cozy up to her, wanting to take advantage of their families status. And so, Narcissa ended up with a close-knit group, and she was immensely loyal and loving towards them. But everyone else, they saw the ice cold queen that Narcissa was to become.

- Most of her time at school was spent in the Potions labs. Whilst she was pretty good with her academics, she was pretty exceptional at potions. She knew that she didn’t need to have a career, and that her father and future husband would care financially for her. But Narcissa still wanted to be able to look after herself too, just in case. And so, she decided that she would use her talents in Potions to become an exclusive potioneer. Narcissa was actually pretty picky and choosy about whom she would brew potions for, but that was the entire point of being private and exclusive right? She started up her business in Hogwarts, and it was something she was intending on continuing once she graduated.

- The summer after Andromeda left was when everything changed. Her big sister was gone. She’d betrayed them. And suddenly the weight of restoring the Black name was on her young shoulders. She wasn’t privy to the negotiations, but she knew her father was frantically working behind the scenes to get a betrothal agreed to over the summer. Her heart was on edge the entire summer. She’d never once considered that she would be a pawn in the bigger pureblood society world, but she had suddenly become one. Narcissa was worried about whom she’d end up betrothed to, having mostly decided she would have much preferred a love match. That summer Narcissa had had to quickly come to terms with the fact that that would no longer be happening.

- She eventually ended up betrothed to Lucius Malfoy. She supposed it wasn’t too bad. He was pretty decent, and he was rather handsome. Her sister Bellatrix teased her that she could do far worse. Even though Narcissa wanted to marry for love, she supposed that it did not matter anymore. This was what needed to be done to save her family. And to Narcissa family meant everything, and so she would do whatever it took to make Black Family great.

- Whilst her family, and friends, joined the death eaters, Narcissa was never more than Ally. Of course, She agreed wholeheartedly with the movement. She just had no desire to fight nor take the mark. She was not going to ruin her perfect skin with something so ugly. She also had no desire to take orders from any men, certainly not one she was not intending to marry. Not that she truly took orders from Lucius anyway. But nobody else needed to know that, or try to order her around.

- But then it all fell apart. The Dark Lord was gone, and Narcissa’s world practically fell apart. Luckily she could be a pretty good actress when she needed to be, and she went along with the plan that her future husband had. There was no other option, they were stronger together, and renouncing the dark lord and any participation was better than rotting in Azkaban. Technically she herself had actually had no active participation in the death eaters, but she was still complicit with everything. After all, she would never renounce dedication or loyalty to her family.

- Luckily that never happened, and the life she leads is still relatively comfortable. She supposes she can give thanks to her manipulative and calculating ways for that. Narcissa has always looked out for herself, and what makes her look good. That has certainly helped her maintain a somewhat clean reputation, even if it is not necessarily the full truth. But what people do not know cannot harm them, and she fully intends to keep it that way.

- Narcissa is very much still the Princess that was born into the Black family. Her armour has been a little tarnished, and chipped by the world around her, and the situations that have happened in her life. But, she has come out stronger, taking everything in her stride, determined to be the strong Black heir that her father had so desperately hoped for when she had been born.

#narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #death eater #neutral #taken neutral #taken death eater #played by rachie

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE SCALES get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → andromeda black pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth →  september 1957 - september 1958 face claim → emma mackey blood status → pure-blood  sexual orientation → graysexual occupation → defence barrister at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → member of the order of the phoenix, wife of edward tonks, mother of nymphadora tonks

— she is best described as ;

A GOOD BOOK you curl up with on a RAINY DAY. She is a FAMILIAR FACE in a large crowd & the GENTLE SQUEEZE from a SATIN GLOVED HAND. She is as SOFT as a FUR SHAWL & as GRACEFUL as a SWAN. Her voice is filled with WISDOM & MONEY, her body has experienced LUXURY, yet her eyes sting with the INJUSTICE she longs to fight.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

A kind hearted woman Andromeda Black is considered by those who know her well to have a pure soul, though many people outside her circle are often too overwhelmed by the idea of her very famous family to even give her a chance to show it. The middle daughter of CYGNUS BLACK [father] and his wife DRUELLA BLACK [mother], Andromeda was raised at Brideswater Manor in the Hertfordshire countryside, cloaked by magic and woodland to shield them from the eyes of muggles. The house always felt somewhat empty to Andromeda, though filled with heirlooms and trinkets she could hear their voices echo. Her mother had never felt like a natural one to Andromeda, who always seemed as though she’d rather have had dolls rather than children she had to attempt to control. Her eldest sister BELLATRIX BLACK [sibling] was wild and the majority of her childhood felt like raised voices across the dining room as Bellatrix desperately tried to impress their father with grand statements and facts about their world, whilst their mother rolled her eyes and once again reminded her of her manners. With this great power struggle going on, Andromeda was able to fly under the radar, content with a book and to do as she was told much to the delight of her mother. 

Dutiful and quiet, she only caused her mother headaches when she reached her years beyond school, but in her earlier years she was her hand. Able to plait the long silver hair of her youngest sister NARCISSA BLACK [sibling] and entertain her older sister or the children they invited round their home with conversation she didn’t much care for but did to keep the volume down at parties. She spoke when she was spoken to and rarely had an opinion that passed her lips, just the way Druella wanted it. But what Andromeda did instead was listen, whilst Naricssa longed to impress people with her beauty and Bellatrix with her mind, Andromeda sat and watched. Noticed the things people commended and the things that wrinkled their noses. People in her world of The Sacred Twenty-Eight were only interested in hearing their own opinions repeated back to them, whilst her father’s friends at The Ministry of Magic, had grand ideas about building a more equal world, she watched her parents smile and nod about when she knew they couldn’t think of anything more awful, but unlike her elder sister, the pair had a very good poker face. 

Arriving at school after Bellatrix and her cousin EVAN ROSIER [cousin] were leaving, Andromeda was given a place in Slytherin. She liked to believe it was her intelligence and determination that had gained her a spot in Slytherin, but her sorting seemed to be both a blessing and a curse, as the people she’d known her whole life embraced her, and new faces didn’t want to get to know her. Although her family had quite strict ideas regarding blood purity, which Bellatrix had very publicly aired, Andromeda had never truly felt convinced.The idea her family was any better than any other magical families due to their lack of muggle blood. She was of the opinion that blood and money meant nothing and it was one's mind and desire to embrace and make a change that truly made the measure of a person. Andromeda believed that deep down her family were those sorts of people. Her mother was a beautiful and kind witch that was truly loved by their community, whilst her father had a brilliant mind and had done such good in his work at Wizengamot. Andromeda told herself their opinions were outdated and signified the time they were born into rather than the world today, and that a lot of the people she associated with were simply symptoms of that very issue. 

It was her duty and her wish to slowly change their mind and she did it by surrounding herself with people she thought she could potentially have common ground with. ADRASTEIA GREENGRASS [best friend/housemate] was from a similar background to Andromeda, from a Sacred Twenty-Eight family and with a mother who worked in Wizengamot with Andromeda’s father. She was the only person in Andromeda’s world that she felt comfortable chatting theories and speaking about law with who knew what it was like to be from the social standing that everyone hated. Her friends ROSALIE FLINT [close friend] was also from The Sacred Twenty-Eight and had designs on great love and being married whatever that meant, whilst LUCINDA TALKALOT [close friend] was not from a Sacred Twenty-Eight family, but a long established and respected one, who had dreams of becoming Quidditch Captain and living independently where her parents could no longer control her. There they were, the rebellious Slytherin girls hiding in plain sight where no one could notice them and their grand plans. But it was hard to show any rebellion in front of Narcissa and her friends, so relationships like her friendship with muggle-born EDWARD TONKS [close friend/potential love interest] had to be kept a secret, something which AMELIA BONES [person of interest/former rival], was more than too happy to point out. 

Graduating a prefect, a member of slug club and narrowly missing out on Head Girl, Andromeda was focused on what she would throw her weight behind. Despite her mother’s complaints that yet another daughter would not be joining the marriage market, Andromeda accepted a position in Wizengamot as an associate of defence barrister RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [close friend/potential love interest]. Andromeda at first found him a cold man, who more than likely thought she had gotten her job through nepotism rather than having deserved it, but the more cases she worked on the more Andromeda proved her worth and the two formed a bond. She felt like his right hand and by the time they had taken the SILAS CRUMP [former client] case, she’d become his right hand. Losing his case was gutting to Andromeda; she had longed to see him walk free and had always been determined he was innocent of the slaying of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest]. Her suspicions were further heightened when MASON TREMBLAY [person of interest] was convicted of the murder of Amelia Bones and was plastered in the press as Silas’ lover, which Andromeda knew to be false as he had a wife and child. 

Something felt wrong to Andromeda and she was determined to figure out what it was. Between cases Andromeda began travelling Europe in search of his wife KAMALI SKANDER [person of interest] or his daughter CORIN HALE [person of interest] in the hope she could at the very least disprove The Daily Prophet article and clear his name. To her surprise, Rodolphus did not seem to be as interested in challenging their client’s verdict as she was, something that was certainly uncommon as Rodolphus had always played to win. Andromeda knew that Rodolphus knew he was innocent and after graduating from his services and becoming a barrister in her own right, she began looking into Silas’ case without mentioning it to her former boss. Although Andromeda would love to focus on Silas, another case has become her focus. A young werewolf named JONATHAN REEVES [client] has sought Andromeda out to help build his defence after the disappearance of Andromeda’s close friend Rosalie. Although a cold case, Andromeda has noticed mentions of Rosalie as the three year mark comes closer. Wanting the case to be taken seriously by the Aurors, Jonathan is willing to work with them to find the person who hurt Rosalie, but is concious that when a young witch goes missing, the first finger pointed is always at the boyfriend.

— she is a LEVEL 6 WITCH & readied for war ;

#harry potter rp #marauders rp #marauders era #andromeda black #1957 to 1958 #emma mackey #tw: death #taken #taken witch #taken neutral #neutral #ministry #m cygnus black #m druella black #m bellatrix black #m narcissa black #m evan rosier #m adrasteia greengrass #m rosalie flint #m lucinda talkalot #m edward tonks #m amelia bones #m rodolphus lestrange #m silas crump #m booker bagnold #m mason trembaly #m corin hale #m jonathan reeves

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CAITRIONA EBING BURKE 

Birthday: 5 July 1960 at 9:05pm.

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her.

Occupation: Unemployed.

Sided with: Death Eater Ally.

Faceclaim: Natasha Liu Bordizzo.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts Class of ‘78

House: Slytherin

Extra curricular: Former Prefect, Former Slug Club member

BIO

GROWING UP

There is no denying that Caitriona Ebing Burke has led a charmed life. Chan Chu-Hua married Eamonn Burke because he was the first suitor who was impressed by her instead of being intimidated. Eamonn Burke married Chan Chu-Hua because he found her impressive, and because she was obscenely rich. So Caitriona was born into a family full of, if not love, at the very least mutual regard, and she wanted for nothing. Chu-Hua insisted on raising her daughter herself, with a house elf to help with the unpleasant bits of course, so although she was an only child, Caitriona was never lonely. She idolized her mother, forever seeking to mimic Chu-Hua’s graceful movements, keen attention to detail, and diplomatic poise. As a result, Caitriona was never really a child. From a very young age she acted like a minute adult, earning descriptors such as darling and precocious. She was always a serious little thing, with unblinking, dark eyes and a face that smiled politely, but never widely.

From Caitriona’s infancy, Chu-Hua’s first priority was to prepare her daughter for an advantageous marriage. She trained Caitriona to be the perfect pureblood wife, elegant and obedient, proud and accomplished. Chu-Hua was determined that her daughter would learn from the mistakes she herself had made, and she taught Caitriona how to make herself appear small without actually being small; to hide her intelligence behind a polite smile and her prowess under a pretty face. Of course, it did not hurt that Caitriona promised to grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. Chu-Hua made sure that Caitriona had all the best tutors, and Caitriona made sure she excelled in everything she was taught. Through it all, Chu-Hua impressed upon Caitriona the importance of her future marriage. As the only child of an only son three times over, it was up to her to write the last chapter in the story of the Burke family, and it was up to her to make it a good one.

Meanwhile, Eamonn never went directly against his wife’s designs for their daughter, but he had plans of his own. For his part, he raised Caitriona as if she were a son. He prepared her to inherit the family shop by teaching her everything he knew about magic, even how to handle the dark and dangerous objects Borgin and Burke’s specialized in. He prepared her to inherit the family name by teaching her how to charm and influence people, both in society ballrooms and in back office meetings. And it turned out that Caitriona had a knack for complex magic and delicate relationships. She had an innate understanding of the laws of magic and how charms and enchantments behave and the patience to follow a project through to its conclusion. Her own natural reserve made people underestimate her, and her father made sure she knew how to take advantage of that. It wasn’t long before Eamonn was just as proud of Caitriona as Chu-Hua.

So Caitriona grew up at the center of a household that indulged her every whim, but only to a point. Chu-Hua taught her strategy and all the dueling skills that had so intimidated Chu-Hua’s suitors back in China, but with the understanding that such ability should never be made public. A workshop was built in the garden alongside Eamonn’s for Caitriona to tinker in, but he discouraged her interest in how mechanical as well as magical contraptions worked. Caitriona had unlimited access to Burke Lodge’s library from the time she began to read, but her parents made sure her tutors were only teaching her the right sort of history. She was allowed to roam wherever she wished in the family home’s extensive grounds, but she had to keep her appearance neat and tidy and could never stray so far as any of the Muggle villages in surrounding Connemara.

Of course, Caitriona’s childhood was not entirely devoid of companions her own age. She had several first cousins in China through her mother’s family, and she had second cousins in England through her father. Eamonn Burke had always been proud to be closely related to the noble and most ancient house of Black, and he got on particularly well with his cousin, Walburga. So it was important for both of them that their children know each other, and while Caitriona never quite managed to be a good influence on Sirius, she and Regulus were two peas in a pod. They were always comparing notes on what their fathers taught them and sharing book recommendations from their own reading. Chu-Hua also believed it was important for Caitriona to get to know her other cousins as well, believing that they would be good role models, especially Narcissa and Andromeda. Caitriona admired Andromeda in particular, and quickly came to look up to her cousin almost as much as her mother.

It was when she left for Hogwarts that Caitriona was faced with the first choice that would truly impact her life, the first choice she had to make entirely alone. During her sorting, the Hat whispered in her ear that she was a natural born Slytherin, but it was Ravenclaw where she would truly come into her own. With that, Caitriona had to decide between what she could be and what she should be, between what she wanted and what her family needed. Ultimately Caitriona made the choice that was best, not for herself, but for her family. Sirius had just been sorted into Gryffindor, and Caitriona knew that would devastate their families. She could not, would not, do the same. She settled in nicely in Slytherin, just as the Sorting Hat had predicted. She was proud to be following in her father’s footsteps and she knew her mother would be gratified that she was sharing a common room with a great deal of other high society purebloods. She took to her studies like a fish to water, thanks to her father’s early tutelage, but she kept that largely to herself, just as her mother would have wanted. She held back her answers to her professors’ questions and did just well enough in her classes to be impressive without being obnoxious.

At school, Caitriona put most of her effort into independent studies. She paid close attention to which professors were the most absent minded and began checking books out of the restricted section using signatures she forged thanks to her mother’s instruction in the art of calligraphy. Her coursework was straightforward, and she realized if she did it hastily she was less likely to draw attention by getting too many perfect marks, so she had plenty of time in the evening to pursue her own interests. Of course, she also focused on her social life, making sure she was friends with all the right people. She found it was fairly easy to make someone think they knew you, thanks to her father’s guidance. As long as you said the right thing at the right time, most people would rather talk than listen, anyway. In this way she was able to be fairly popular, particularly within Slytherin house, without actually having many truly close friends and she was generally well-liked, if not well-known. This was enough for Caitriona, as she was more concerned with gaining allies in pureblood society than building authentic relationships.

START OF THE WAR

When the war came, Eamonn Burke picked which side his family would stand on. He wholeheartedly supported the Dark Lord’s cause and was quick to take the mark, even helping to perfect the process that would make it indelible. While Chu-Hua Burke was not afraid to criticize the Death Eaters at home, calling their zeal unnecessary and counterproductive even in front of Caitriona, in public she stood by her husband unequivocally. So Caitriona, still young when the war began and always looking up to her mother, did the same, choosing to swallow her own nascent opinions in the process. She didn’t really have anything against half-bloods, or even muggleborns; she didn’t begrudge them their magic and couldn’t deny their ability. She’d never come across anything in her studies that definitively proved that magic from a pure bloodline was superior, and she had classmates who were far superior spell casters than some wix her parents would consider her peers. But she wasn’t willing to turn her back on her family by making such thoughts known.

This silence was increasingly important as her family became further entwined with the Dark Lord’s cause. Caitriona stood by as her favorite cousin was disowned for loving a muggleborn wizard, and watched Sirius run away from home and earn his own name blasted off the Black family tree. She supported Regulus through his transition to heir and bit back her horror when he took the mark before he was even seventeen. When the time came to find a husband for Caitriona, her father refused to consider anyone outside of the Dark Lord’s army, even those of the Sacred 28 who were unaligned. So upon her graduation from Hogwarts Caitriona found herself engaged to Xavier Yaxley, a man several years her senior and one of Eamonn Burke’s proteges among the Death Eaters. Of course she had a say in the arrangement but she’d been prepared from a young age to marry for advantage, not love or affection, and Xavier was the best option that fit both her parents’ criteria.

Caitriona Burke became Caitriona Yaxley in September of 1978, a mere two months after she turned eighteen. Both the Burkes and the Yaxelys agreed that there was no reason to delay the inevitable, and that the summer after Caitriona’s graduation was more than enough time for the future husband and wife to get to know each other. So under the watchful eyes of her mother, and her new mother-in-law, Caitriona took her place in society and did what she’d done at Hogwarts, only on a much larger scale. She endeared herself to the rest of wixen high society, particularly her fellow newly-weds and the young mothers whose ranks she assumed she’d soon be joining. She made nice with Xavier’s relatives and paid special attention to those within the Sacred 28 who’d always been close to her new family. She was wary of her new husband's favorite associates, many of whom had the same black mark on their arm, but she was careful not to let that show.

At home the Yaxelys’ marriage was an odd one, but in a way that suited both of them. They lived in the same stylish London townhome, occasionally shared meals, and always appeared at public functions arm in arm, but apart from that they led largely separate lives. Xavier worked long hours, using his position within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to aid the Dark Lord, and generally preferred the company of his fellow Death Eaters. Meanwhile, Caitriona continued to study topics that were of interest to her, ranging from the dark arts her father was so fond of to cutting edge magical theory to international law, and designated a workroom for herself where she could tinker and experiment in peace. She was not happy, often bored, and occasionally lonely, but she called herself content. She’d achieved what she’d been working toward all her life, and that would have to be enough.

PRESENT TIME

For a time, it looked like Caitriona was getting what her parents had always promised would be hers. She had earned it, after all, making all the right choices, standing by her family, biting her tongue. True, she didn’t have everything quite yet; getting pregnant was proving to be challenging despite Caitriona’s best efforts and her husband’s dispassionate cooperation. Still, they had time, until they didn’t. The death of Xavier Yaxely was shocking but, at least to his wife, not entirely unexpected. Caitriona had not been blind to Xavier’s devotion to the Dark Lord’s cause, and part of her had always known losing him to it was a possibility. What was unexpected was how the rest of the Yaxleys reacted to the news. When it became apparent that Caitriona was still not expecting, Yvette Yaxley turned her back on her former daughter-in-law completely, declaring that Catriona was no relation of hers and demanding she return her wedding ring and give up the Yaxley name. Caitriona found herself forced to return to the home she grew up in, moving back in with her parents in disgrace.

In the wake of Xavier’s death, Caitriona has come to dread going out into society. Women who’d been polite and even fond of her when she’d still been the newest Mrs. Yaxley now look at her with pity, whispering behind their hands as they turn away. The matrons of society publicly speculate as to how Caitriona could be married for nearly three years and have no child to show for it, and they herd their sons in the other direction when she or her parents approached. Always an exceptionally proud person, being a pariah doesn’t sit well with Caitriona. The audacity of lesser purebloods, and even some particularly ambitious half-bloods, to pursue her as a potential match now that she’s been cast off by her former in-laws rankles her. Her life has turned into a daily exercise in smiling in the face of condescension, and tamping down the urge to lash out became far more difficult than it has ever been before.

Things aren’t going well for Caitriona since returning home, either. Of course, she is still the apple of her parents’ eyes, but their constant attention is beginning to wear on her. Eamonn and Chu-Hua Burke seem to have decided that the best solution for Caitriona’s social woes is to find another husband for her as soon as possible. But Caitriona is even less interested in remarriage than she was in moving back in with her parents. The way she sees it, she gave up everything to fill the role she was supposed to play, and she has nothing to show for it. An undeniable urge to live life on her own terms is growing stronger every day, and Caitriona isn’t sure what to do with it. Now she’s juggling her bitterness at her ex-in-laws, her newfound impatience with her parents’ never ending talk of suitors, and her rising frustration with the life that’s been planned for her. Yes, Caitriona chose every step she took on the path to where she is today, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore the suspicion that too many of those choices were the wrong ones.

Outside of her own world, Caitriona has never really paid much attention to politics. As a rich pureblood who’s managed to maintain an appearance of neutrality, she’s confident she’ll be fine no matter who comes out on top. Despite privately disagreeing with the Dark Lord’s ideology, she doesn’t quite care who wins the war so much as she just wants it to end. So she’s not concerned about the new Minister’s policies or which side has the upper hand on any given day. One thing that she is concerned about, however, is Regulus. The two have always been close, and Caitriona flatters herself that she can read her cousin better than most, if not anyone, and she knows something is wrong. He’s become withdrawn and preoccupied, even more so than usual, and what’s worse is he isn’t confiding in her the way he used to. Thus far, Caitriona’s gentle overtures and subtle attempts to tease out what is bothering her cousin have been unsuccessful, but that doesn’t mean she’s just going to give up.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Corban Yaxley: former brother-in-law

Sirius Black: least favorite cousin

Andromeda Tonks: favorite cousin, admires

Hogwarts Ex: someone Caitriona dated in secret while at school and has since cut ties with

OTHER:

Pinterest Board: https://www.pinterest.com/abigailen1957/fracturedcaitriona/

Positive Traits: proud, devoted, intelligent, disciplined, unapologetic, curious

Negative Traits: self-absorbed, reticent, manipulative, vain, spoiled, jealous

Caitriona is currently TAKEN and played by BREE.

#caitriona burke #taken #c #taken neutral #marauders rp #harry potter rp #marauders era rp #hp rp #au rp

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ABOUT:

Character name: Jason Gently Age & Birthday: 20 & April 1st Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & He/Him Occupation: Baker at Gentle Confections Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Slytherin Affiliation: Neutral Face claim: Logan Lerman

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: homophobia, queer bashing, arson, violence

Jason Gently has had something wrong with him for as long as he can remember. At home it had always been loving, and caring. His family were all odd in similar ways and knew how to love each other endlessly for who they were as people, for the things that made them unique. Unfortunately for Jason, the rest of the world wasn’t quite as accepting of his brand of oddities. From a young age, the combination of constant bullying from other children and his own accident prone nature had him hurting more often than not.

Despite this, Jason was always happy, always smiling, he made friends in the muggle school he learned in growing up. His best friend was named Martin, and he was the most important person in Jason’s life outside of his family. When he received his Hogwarts letter at the end of primary, Jason decided to finally tell Martin how he felt. And after being attacked by Martin in turn, he was all the more glad to be going away to Hogwarts the next year, even with the newly acquired scars he now needed to hide.

His family was incredibly excited to have another magical folk in their family, Christopher Gently being a half blood himself. They were all there to see him off to Hogwarts his first year. He was sorted into Sytherin, felt immediate pride for his house and brilliant people in it, but as most things for him it wasn’t quite so easy.

The bullying followed him to Hogwarts with his sorting. Other Slytherins found it all too easy to pick at his faults, he wasn’t a pureblood, he was too small, too timid, too gentle for the house. He became known as the misplaced Hufflepuff amongst his peers, a badger in snake’s clothing, and far from accepted by other Slytherins.

He didn’t stop being himself, but he learned to be more quiet. He learned to stay out of other students' way, how to shut up and take himself to the hospital wing, how to be happy with his own company. And his time at Hogwarts was as happy as it could have been along with everything else. He didn’t get the best grades in his classes, but his ambition showed every here and there in the things he took interest in, and Jason became extremely good at a specific handful of skills. He managed to learn to be an animagus, and it became all too easy to walk around in his little tabby cat form without being bothered. All was fine until the end of sixth year.

The attack was covered minimally by wizard media, decided that it had been caused by a gas fire, but the way the mansion had exploded all at once had been so sudden. And it left Jason with nothing more than an inheritance to keep himself financially stable. He would have given it all for his family back.

Now he has put his money and one of his few talents into the running of his own little bakery in Godric's Hollow. He thinks about the wrongs done to him, by muggle and magical hands alike, daily, and mourns for things he can never get back. And despite it he takes no side in the war.

Jason refuses to raise a hand or wand to another person, opens his door and his heart to anyone, loves easily and unconditionally as his family always taught him to, and puts others before himself at every opportunity.

He never wants to be responsible for another person’s pain.

OOC INFO:

Played by: Boo Time Zone: CST

#jason gently #slytherin #neutral #m #taken #taken m #taken neutral #taken slytherin #played by boo

[yxami]

Aaaaa I’ve been having too many ideas for nsfw stuff, I didn’t mean to write so much with this one but oh well

Imagine you’re at a party with your best friend, he’s always been there through thick and thin, maybe you do have feelings for him but you’ve never once spoken up about them or even hinted at it other than a few goofy smiles on your face every-time he complimented on how you looked.

It’s impossible to even try to speak up! Especially with his bitchy girlfriend who seemed to have it out for you since day one, even though you’ve never given her any reason to worry.

That’s why you tried distancing yourself, well, tried to.

Here he was, bringing you to a party and insisting the two of you had to go and hang! You haven’t accepted any of his offers in weeks..! He was practically dying to just pop up in your house and force a hangout. The two of you were always so close after all!

So you caved, following him around in a party, it wasn’t even your environment but you decided that you weren’t going to be grumpy. You shouldn’t have completely shut him out anyways.

You held onto his hand as he led you through the busy crowds of young adults, many with red cups that must be containing strong alcohol, that would be the only reason why so many pairs of strangers were shamelessly making out.

He took you to an empty room, wanting privacy to have a chat even though a house party was hardly appropriate for a serious conversation. He just wanted to see if you were doing okay before getting drunk.

“So? Why have you been ignoring my calls and texts?” He pouted, closing and locking the door, you were glad the house had many rooms to hide in but now this didn’t seem like a thing to be glad about.

“cause.. y’know?” You looked up at him as you sat on the bed, hoping he wouldn’t make you verbally say it, his disapproving look just made you mirror his slight frown before sighing. “Cause, your girlfriend. She doesn’t like me y’know? I dunno why..” You declared your innocence.

Even though your guilty conscious told you that she had reason even if she had no proof or sights of it. You liked him. You had a big fat crush on him.

“What? Is she being a bitch to you? I’ll break up with her if she is” He let out a sigh of relief, he thought he did something majorly wrong, he was glad that it wasn’t something bad. He could get rid of his girlfriend in the matter of seconds if you so asked.

Only reason he got with her was because he needed to distract himself from his growing obsession with you. It was to the point where he wanted to be with you, every moment in each day. He couldn’t get enough of the time the two of you spent together. He became greedier and greedier with each week passing.

It started around 2 years ago and it was probably unhealthy, but he couldn’t stop himself so he decided on distracting himself instead of addressing his feelings.

“Nono, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get in-between the two of you” You had a worried look on your face, you didn’t want him to ruin his happiness just for yours. He was a devoted best-friend but to do that to himself and his relationship was being too loyal.

His blissful personality and morals was probably what made you like him so much in the first place.

“You’re not getting in between anything, honestly she’s been such a jealous bitch with everybody, I should’ve known she would try something with you” His fists clenched then relaxed, leaning in to reach for your face.

“I really care about you..” He held the side of your face, speaking like a lovesick boyfriend, it caused your face to heat up, he obviously didn’t mean it that way! Stop blushing stop blushing! Please stop!

He smiled when he saw how flustered you looked, finding some amusement out of such a serious talk.

“Why are you so red? Are you gonna finally confess your feelings for me?” He giggled, his teasing tone dancing around like nothing mattered other than you.

“Shut up!” You practically whined out.

“I just.. didn’t expect you to say that” You pushed his face from being so close to yours, turning to deflect the increasing tension. You really didn’t predict him to catch you off guard enough to tease even further.

“Awe, cmon lemme see that face of yours” He cooed, leaning towards you to see how you looked. You slightly pushed him with a playful laugh escaping your lips but he was determined to see the beautiful look on your face. The two of you pushed and pulled until a slip of the arm cause you to fall back with him on top of you.

Your chest rose up quickly and then slowly back down. He almost mimicked your quick breathing. He grinned at how you looked under him, needing no words to fluster you any further.

“Stop teasing me so much, you know it works everytime” You mumbled, looking away. He softly turned your face to view his, practically begging with his eyes for something you knew you wanted as well.

The way your eyes darted to scan his face before closing your eyes and pulling him towards you only excited him to greater lengths. He cupped the side of your face while he pushed his lips against yours, the heat between the two of you growing more and more.

Until the two of you gasped for air between each deep kiss shared. He put you in his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed. You leaned towards him, working your tongue inside of his mouth as he did to yours. His arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you close when he needed it. You arched with his touch on you, almost instinctively.

As you fumbled with his belt, he stood up, bringing you to the soft carpet as he helped undo his belt, you sat on your heels before shifting your weight on your knees, looking up at him with nervous eyes at his boxers showing his obvious erection.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t be okay with” He pat your head, soothing the nerves you had, it practically seemed impossible not to. You loved him way too much to stop.

“I want to” You mumbled, feeling a little shy but slid down his boxers to reveal his cock. “I want to do this with you” You clarified, his cock pressing against your cheek as you rubbed it up and down with your hand.

He wanted to melt at the sight of how cute you looked, looking up at him, your puppy dog eyes filled with love and anticipation. He could die happy if he saw this view everyday.

You continued the forward and back movement as you tightened your grip, gaining the courage to lick his tip, he seemed to relish the feeling but the sensitivity made him look away with lustful blush on his face. He covered his heated face with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a shaky smile.

You knocked the breath out of his lungs when you put him inside your mouth, whimpering against the size that almost suffocated you for a second before you relaxed and started sucking him. He felt like his self control was slipping through his hands like sand. There was no way he could survive tonight without fucking you until all you could say was his name, and his only.

“Please don’t make that face” He whimpered out, trying to stop himself from thrusting forward into that sweet warm mouth of yours. “It’s too much, you’re gonna make me lose it” His large veiny hand brushed through the hair on the top of your head.

A muffled giggle escaped your mouth, your lips still wrapped around his cock as you sucked and licked every area you could. Even though it just started he could feel his thighs become jello already. He softly thrusted himself inside, trying to be as gentle as he could with his patience. He's had enough trouble over the years trying to keep himself from obsessing over you like the last drop of water in a desert.

“Fuck I love you, I can’t get enough of you” He groaned under his breath, feeling your throat tighten around his cock, he can’t even imagine the feeling of your hole doing the exact thing but suffocate him even more than now. He could feel himself losing it as your tongue still moved around to lick every spot you could reach.

His grip on your hair tightened, thrusting becoming more insistent. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you tried focusing on taking every inch available. He cooed sweet compliments as you moaned with his cock sliding against your cute little pink tongue.

“You look so pretty, so good, can you feel my dick twitching against your tongue? How I grasp onto your hair while I fuck your mouth. God.. you’re so good” He rambled, trying to praise you while the pleasure overwhelmed him.

He attempted to shove his cock as deep as possible, letting you salivate over the feeling of him using your mouth until his cock trembled for the last time against your tongue just to fill your senses of his cum. You could taste it, smell it, feel it. It was addicting how bittersweet it tasted.

You coughed once he slipped out of your mouth, swallowing his seed before he brought you up into his lap, sitting on the soft bed draped with blue sheets.

“You’re amazing baby, I’d do more with you but I don’t want your first time be here. When we get home I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” He was already hard thinking about all the positions he could put you in.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #taken male yandere #or is he? #yandere x reader #flirty yandere #yandere Drabble #yandere ideas #yandere friend #yandere bsf #bsf yandere #yan bestfriends #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere bestfriend #yandere best friend

[starryluminary]

Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 8: Where would I be without you?

I am holding back on yelling for ten paragraphs about this moment in rr proper. Instead I will say that I made Emma outright say she can’t be with Noah cause I feel like adding the “not on the show” part does not warrant such a strong reaction. Also Owen tries so hard. He cares so much and tries so hard and it’s borderline therapeutic to draw Noah reciprocating the efforts (in his own silly ways)

It’s also been a full year since I’ve initially started this series! Happy Birthday, Noah is friends with Owen!

Transcript:

Image 1 Emma: I like you!! A lot! Emma: But…

Image 2 Emma: …I can’t be with you. I’m sorry.

Image 3 Owen: Oh boy.

Image 4 Don: Reality TV schmos- I mean “Pros”… Don: I’m afraid you’re last. It’s time to go…

Image 5 Don: …Is what I would have said if this were an elimination round, but it isn’t!

Image 6 Don, offscreen: Congratulations, guys! You’re still in the game!

Image 7 Owen: Noah…? You ok, buddy? Noah: I… Uhm…

Image 8 Noah: …Ow.

Image 9 Owen: Aww, Noah!! Owen: Don’t worry- it might hurt now, but things will get better! I promise!!

Image 10 Owen: Besides… There’s ton of other fish in the sea. Like this one! Owen, in cursive: I wuv you, Noah! Kissy kissy, mwah mwah mwah! Noah: Ew. No thank you.

Image 11 Noah: I think it likes you, though.

Image 12 Owen: Oh my— NOAH!! Owen: That’s a dead fish- why would you do this to me?! Noah: Ha ha ha

Image 13 Noah: Ha… Noah: …Thanks, Owen.

Image 14 Owen: Ha. Owen: Glad I could help!

#Tablets at 10% and its 15 minutes to midnight but I made it. On the day #Can you believe it’s taken me a year to finish my rr rewatch. Wild lmao #total drama #total drama ridonculous race #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #tdrr #total drama noah #td noah #total drama owen #td owen #total drama emma #td emma #emma race #total drama don #td don #noah is friends with owen #Starry makes art #just in case it looks like Don is giving Emma the stink eye I promise he’s not. that’s supposed to be his neutral expression #I do not disrespect emma

[mearcatsreturns]

I have a bookstagram, and I recently followed someone because they posted about the overconsumption issue that most bookish social media seems to have. Today, though, they posted another controversial "opinion": that listening to audiobooks isn't reading, and people who claim to have read a bunch of books that they listened to as audiobooks are lying and/or deluded. Listening to audiobooks, she said, is just consuming books.

I disagreed in a fairly politely worded reply, and I intend to unfollow/block, because I find it unlikely this person will change their mind, especially since I'm far from the only person to point out that this is exclusionary and ableist. But this is tumblr/my house, and now I'm going to be as blunt as I want to be.

I'm a librarian and archivist. So much of the work I and others in my field do focuses on making books and reading more accessible and less exclusionary. It is, in fact, incredibly ableist to negate how important audiobooks are for people who have certain disabilities or challenges, and I would in no universe say they aren’t reading. For that matter, a busy person who only has time for audiobooks and for people who just prefer them--it still counts, as far as I'm concerned.

See, there's a difference between an audiobook and a podcast or long song or radio program. An audiobook is still a book--it was written with a particular narrative structure, and the author plays a defined but limited role (once the book is written, it's written; the author isn't tuning in next episode with comments and corrections based on what listeners said). An audiobook is a book, ergo, listening to one is reading. Using braille is reading, and listening to audiobooks is reading.

The part that has me in full Captain Raymond Holt "apparently that is a trigger for me" mode is that this bookstagrammer called listening to audiobooks consumption. In the context of her other posts about overconsumption as an issue in the bookish community (again, agree, but also...mind your own business), this seems particularly insidious to me. Conflating influencer-driven (and capitalist hellscape) consumption with listening to an audiobook (again, a massive boon for the visually impaired and those with disabilities like ADHD, dyslexia, etc.) is rude at best and dangerously exclusionary at worst. Stop letting comparison be the thief of joy; mind your own business and stop looking at the pages that bother you. Focus on the kindness of leaning towards inclusion, meeting people where they are, and leaving judgment behind.*

*This person also said "feel free to comment if you disagree but please don't be mean or judgmental," as if they hadn't just posted the most ableist and judgmental sludge I've seen today.

tl;dr: don’t be a gatekeeping shithead, mind your own business, and

(gif by matalyn on tenor, couldn't find on tumblr)

#books #bookstagram #reading #bookish culture #audiobooks #inclusivity #i am honestly so brave for not arguing with more people #I didn't become a lawyer because I didn't want to monetize my number one hobby (arguing) #this person says they're getting a PhD and writing a dissertation on publishing #so I worry that people will lend their posts a certain weight they don't deserve #so here I am: I've literally taken graduate courses in the history of books and the text as a concept. #i specialized in that. it's what I intend to get a PhD in if I decide I'm insane enough to go back to grad school #anyway trust me bro (gender neutral) #(i won't die on ANY hill but i sure will on a whole lot)