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[thewrongsorts]

// having trouble working up muse here for some mysterious reason.

you can still catch me on @nabaidhean-neonach and @strszyga, if you wanna write some more general fantasy and/or a little horror

#hiatus update #xoxo! #mun post #blog maintenance

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he might be doomed to die tragically but he's got great tits

#m: carry you home tonight [james] #queue

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She doesn't usually sit like this— shoulders curved like a child's, exhaustion poured down the line of her spine, one arm curled defensively over her stomach. Her other hand hovers by her throat, playing idly with the plain, battered locket which she usually keeps tucked away close to her heart.

Alice only drags her eyes out of the middle distance and up to his face the second time he says her name; they're gentle and thoughtful the way they always are, but the lines around them seem more pronounced than ever, somehow.

"Thank you," she answers, eventually, and the little smile that follows wobbles like a foal on new legs but it's sincere. Neither of them is naive enough to believe it, but it's... "It's good to hear, sometimes."

@thewrongsorts sent a letter to elphias doge: ‘��� just tell me everything’s gonna be okay. ’’

prompt: softer prompts. 

Silence settles between them as her voice trails off, heavy as a winter duvet. Intertwining his hands, Elphias peers at Alice from under his bushy brows. What she is asking of him is simple enough to do — considering the situation, who wouldn’t want to hear reassuring words from a friend ? 

Yet, Elphias hesitates visibly. He opens his mouth, starts to say ❝ Alice… ❞ and, when nothing else follows, he closes his mouth, sighing through his nose. It’s not that simple — truth be told.

Indeed, in any other situation he would gladly reassure a friend, perhaps adding a wide smile that would do nothing else but emphasize the wrinkles around his mouth. But now ? ❝ Alice, ❞ again, Elphias starts with her name, leaning ever so slightly forward. ❝ Everything is going to be okay, ❞ now, when he doesn’t even believe his own words, it feels like he just told Alice an obvious lie. ❝ Everything, ❞ it’s this that he decides to repeat, thinking that, by voicing it with more certainty, it would make even himself believe it to be true. 

#marblecarved #rp: alice #thread: simple (or not) #alice v: the fire it breathes [1st wizarding war] #queue

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"Comme c'est mièvre!" But there's a smile tugging at Fleur's mouth even before she pulls her eyes away from the newspaper, and as her gaze settles on Bill's face, every line of her expression melts into unfettered tenderness.

"I am the lucky one, I think," she admits softly, shaking her head, before leaning across the table to trace her hand along the side of his face, thumb lingering over a laugh line. "...to have found you."

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"i still thank circe every day that i'm lucky to have you by my side." he murmurs, cheek resting on his palm as he stares across the table at his wife. he has to keep himself from grinning wider, almost giddy at the word.

#pcraspcra #rp: fleur #thread: mièvre #verse tbd #queue #// comme c'est mièvre : how sappy

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WHEN I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO INTERACT. I don’t follow for follow, I follow you because I’m interested in your character and want to write with you. sometimes, even when you follow me, I’m too shy to approach, or I’m just not really sure HOW. please; if I’m following you, shoot me a message. go ahead and RANDOMLY JUMP IN MY INBOX. Something – just know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you!!

#i have been Offline for a bit now bc the holidays kicked my ass #but i love to interact and i want to write with and get to know all of you #mun post #psa #rpc #queue

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James hums speculatively. It's not the greatest plan in the world, but it's far from the worst they've ever come up with... On the other hand, there are already visions of torn curtains and scattered lights dancing through his mind. "No," he sighs after another moment. "You'd frighten the poor thing half to death."

The cat, for its part, seems mostly interested in cleaning its paws at the moment. It bats at the doll head once, blinks speculatively, and then bats it back across the floor towards Sirius before laying down with a magnificent stretch.

"Glad to see your priorities are in the right place," James laughs. ( A bit hypocritically, of course. They both know damn well he'd sooner jump a window than toss even one of Harry's things. )

"I hope you've got those tiny books glued in there," he adds more genuinely. Not that he thinks Sirius is too stupid to baby-proof a dollhouse, but a large chunk of his brainpower is dedicated to things that toddlers will stuff in their mouths lately. It doesn't just turn off.

"He's going to love it, though."

“Do you want Padfoot to bark at it?” 

He’s no good at telling animals what to do when he’s not a four legged creature, but he’s passable at it when he’s a dog. He might even say he’s good at it, and it served them well getting animals out of the way of a wolf going forty miles an hour. 

He rolls the head of a doll that met an unfortunate decapitation accident at the cat, just to see what’ll happen.  

“No. It’s not fancy enough for the boy.” That’s his boy. Oh, sure, he’s James’, but that’s his boy, and everyone else will need to fight him to the death for it. “As long as you don’t toss this out the window. I’ve worked too hard on it.” 

#(communist bugs bunny.jpeg) OUR boy #lcvedriven #thread: cats and dollhouses #rp: james #james v: so let's raise a toast [1st wizarding war] #queue

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I told this woman I work with to have a happy birthday tomorrow since she's off and she did a double take before asking me how I knew that. when I first started as their boss I made a note of everyone's birthday so I could get them a card/small gift. I told her that and she stared at me for a few moments before saying "I don't like that. no you don't know my birthday. unknow it" then walked away. so this woman I work with has never been born and I've never met her in my life.

#it's manon's birthday today and i want you all to know this is how she is about it #m: black & white on a color tv [manon] #scheduled

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That pulls a half-surprised laugh out of him— It's such a familiar comment, and one he hasn't heard in a long time now, either. "Charlie," he confirms with a grin, nodding.

She's one of very few professors he doesn't recognize ( A shocking number of his own old teachers are colleagues, now, ) so he takes a fairly-safe guess, "You're... Garcia, I think? Transfiguration?"

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"you must be a weasley." she murmurs to the redhead who's looking more than awkward at the head table before the beginning of the year feast. she was pretty sure he was the new care of magical creatures professor.

#pcraspcra #charlie v: do it all again [comc professor] #rp: charlie #thread: must be #queue

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we all have flaws mine is that I look better than all of you

#m: the sea through my keyholes [fleur] #m: give me sympathy [gabrielle] #queue

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open starter // mutuals only

"Oh— you're early," she observes without turning, like she doesn't need to look to know who's just walked into her office. Probably she doesn't.

Flashing a small smile: "Please. Come in."

#open starter #opens: charis #feel free to change tenses! #queue

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"Entire month," Charlie confirms with a grin. Sometimes he worries the rest of the family will forget him eventually, living so far away... It's a little gratifying, honestly, to see how excited Fred is now.

"What, am I not allowed to miss my favorite little troublemakers?" He nudges his shoulder against his little brother's, chuckling.

"Don't tell anyone, but," he admits, "I might be working with the expo at the Conservation next month. They're putting together a show, maybe, about magical creatures in Sub-Saharan Africa. We'll see."

He gives Fred a warm smile. "I'm looking forward to spending more time with you all, in any case."

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☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ,   ❝ Oy, is it true you're staying the entire month?! ❞ A bit of excitement in his voice as he asks Charlie. If true, once George got home he'd be pretty thrilled with it too. ❝ Is there a special occasion? Or you just miss us that much? ❞ He teased.

#postwar bc yolo #weasleyandweasley #rp: charlie #charlie v: all the things i need [rebuilding] #queue

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"I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy" I would. Pussy

#m: black & white on a color tv [manon] #queue

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@adveanture from here

Alice reaches over to squeeze her shoulder. "You're both good k— people," she says. "Young, I know. But you've got good heads on your shoulders, and you'll not exactly want for the money to support a baby. Everything else..."

She hesitates. What can she say, about the war? About... everything? "Frank and I talked about it a long, long time, before we... Well, while we were trying. This certainly isn't the world I'd ideally want to bring a baby into, but it's the world we have, isn't it?"

Her hand settles over her stomach in much the same way as Lily's sits over hers.

"I don't think it's reckless. We have to keep on living."

#adveanture #rp: alice #thread: at the same time #alice v: the fire it breathes [1st wizarding war] #queue #cw pregnancy

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HOLIDAY WINTER AESTHETICS 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖗

Kingsley loves winter: the cold and the calm of it. He loves a clear day for long walks in the snow, watching his breath swirl in front of him as he sorts out his thoughts. He loves the sight of branches glittering with ice. There’s just something contemplative about the winter which he so enjoys.

He’s Muslim, so he doesn’t have any annual religious winter holidays.

As a people pleaser and consummate politician, he’s always very happy to attend friends’ and coworkers’ parties or to make appearances at public celebrations. While he’s Minister, his assistants know to keep a glass of something non-alcoholic nearby for Kingsley to give toasts with.

He hosts a dinner party for his family and closest friends around the new year— a warm, close-knit little event where he makes time to catch up with everyone individually.

#m: this old world is a new world [kingsley] #hc: kingsley #holiday aes #scheduled #cw scopophobia

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Kingsley's answering smile is warm and indulgent, eyes crinkling genuinely at the corners. He's always had a fondness for his former head of house. As a child, he'd looked up to him, even; Slughorn's way with people and his ability to forge strong connections were, in his own way, something he'd wanted to emulate.

Of course, now he's a grown man with his own way with people, and the flicker of uncertainty in the older wizard's face doesn't escape him.

A brow cocks, but only slightly, so neutrally it could be simply in honest response to the former professor's comments. "True." He shakes his head, smiling somewhat more ruefully. "Then, I suppose often the hallmark of a good gift is often its value. Perhaps the risk is a part and parcel of what makes loyalty so worthwhile to give."

@thewrongsorts sent a letter to horace slughorn: ‘‘ loyalty is the greatest gift of all. ’’

prompt: priory of the orange tree.

Horace directs a smile towards his former student — but it does not reach his eyes. Indeed, it is too tight there, at the corners, mirroring his well-hidden confusion. What brought on this sudden talk about loyalty ? Horace brings his hands towards the lapels of his coat, and takes a perhaps too-tight hold of them. Is it about … ? No, the thought is brushed aside as though it is a mere speck of dust, not even giving it time to settle, and Horace shifts from one foot to the other.

It’s not about him. It can’t be. Thinking this does little to reassure him, however.

❝ Indeed it is, m'boy, ❞ not wanting to let his silence stretch out even further, Horace answers using a tone that sounds decidingly more chipper than he feels. ❝ Indeed, ❞ a considering pause, then he continues thus. ❝ And it must not be given lightly, eh ? After all, ❞ a bushy brow arches upward, and he leans slightly forward, all the while keeping hold of the lapels. ❝ One never knows if it will be returned. ❞

#marblecarved #rp: kingsley #thread: loyalty #verse tbd #queue

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Growing up, Christmas was one of the few times of year her mother was regularly home. Manon would rather have celebrated alone with her grandmother, frankly. Even as an adult, she mostly associates the holiday with feeling judged by a quasi-stranger.

New Year, on the other hand, she loves.

What’s not to love about a big party to ring in a fresh start?

She always finds somewhere to go out for New Year’s Eve — whatever’s the biggest, loudest, rowdiest party she can find. She’s drunk in a crowd screaming cheers at midnight, she’s dancing with strangers out in the snow, she’s coming home past dawn with a black eye or a broken nose. It’s her favorite time of year.

Her grandmother always made sure they had a king cake for La fête des Rois. After she moves to England, Manon still stops by the cafe for a pastry in the morning every Jan. 6.

HOLIDAY AESTHETICS 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖙

#m: black & white on a color tv [manon] #hc: manon #holiday aes #scheduled #cw scopophobia

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characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it

#m: this old world is a new world [kingsley] #m: what will i become from this [charis] #queue