#but nothing is as strong and pure as my parents' passion for the plant monster

[clonerightsagenda]

Given how entertaining my parents' streak of Perfect Wolf 359 Takes was I'm kind of bummed I did not experience my dad's viewing of FMAB beyond the occasional comment when I dropped by their house but when I snagged the final volume for that translation check he did start flipping through it and then soberly contemplated Greed's death scene for several minutes so characters my parent(s) stan I guess:

the plant monster

Greed?

[elizabeethan]

Ripple

An Overboard addition

Emma gets Killian an anniversary gift, kind of

This is purely gratuitous fluff for @the-darkdragonfly because she deserves it

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There are few things that can make Killian Jones feel as alive as the sea does. The whipping wind that tousles his hair, the crashing waves that spray him with ocean mist and rock his boat from side to side, forcing him to counterbalance himself so as to not topple over. Very few things in this world make Killian feel as free as the sea does.

Among the few things that bring him to life are his boat. It’s something he spent years working towards, his title of captain a badge that he wears proudly each day. It’s a reminder that tragedy and hardship could not defeat him.

And then there’s the thrill that comes with catching monstrous Bluefin Tuna. It's a battle he’s won countless times, but he’s lost countless times as well, and each time he pulls one onto his deck, the pride that swells in his chest is almost painful.

Although there is a short list of things that bring him to life, nothing can compare to the way he feels when he’s with-- when he even thinks about-- his wife.

“There’s a special surprise waiting for you when you get home,” she tells him in a low, sultry voice when she calls him that day. It’s a strong reminder that it’s their first wedding anniversary, and the tone of her delivery sends impure thoughts through his mind and makes his cock do impure things while he’s at work.

“What is it?” he asks uselessly, knowing she won’t cooperate.

With the very giggle he expected, she answers, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Will I like the surprise?” he asks, voice matching hers.

“I think so.”

His wife is fire. She’s heat and passion and infallibility all rolled into one flawless, beautiful package. He maintains easily that he’s the luckiest man alive, the luckiest man to ever live again, because he has been given the privilege of marrying Emma Swan. There is nothing that will ever make him feel the way it feels to be with her-- not his boat, not catching a monster tuna, not the sea.

He’s almost tempted to call it a day, turn towards the docks and leave his mates high and dry and without much of a paycheck, but he knows he can’t do that. All he can do is think back to nearly a week ago, just before he’d left for this trip, when she reminded him very cleverly and very salaciously that their special day was up-and-coming by making him come in her mouth and smirking in satisfaction when she succeeded.

All he can do is consider what color his special surprise could be, how it will look contrasting against her creamy skin, how it will feel in his fingers when he peels it off of her.

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She’s not at the docks like she usually likes to be when he arrives home. She uses it as an excuse to visit with her father, and she also likes to tell Killian that her presence when his catch is weighed and appraised for quality is good luck. But today, she isn’t here.

He takes his check and helps his mates clean the boat, but they can tell that his mind is elsewhere. Will practically chastises him, claiming that he’s too horny for his own good and insisting that he go home to his fit bird of a wife, earning himself a slap upside his head.

The house is mysteriously quiet when he gets home, creeping through the front door and excitedly looking around every corner as he walks through. It becomes obvious that she isn’t inside when he gets to the kitchen in the back of the small cottage they share, and when he looks out the swinging porch door, he sees her.

She’s fully clothed, but she still looks beautifully irresistible, so he steps outside with a growing smirk. He isn’t sure what she could be doing in the backyard at nearly dusk, and he becomes even more confused when he watches her squat down on her knees and hold her arms out, excitedly cooing and cheering at something around the corner that he can’t see yet.

“Come on, baby!” she calls happily, grin bright and beaming in the setting sun. “Come on!”

“Emma?” he asks through his confusion, making her look up and greet him with stunning beauty. “What are you…?”

It becomes clear so quickly, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place suddenly when he hears the jingle. A small, clumsy creature flops its way across the yard that they share, nearly tripping over its too-large feet. She calls for it once more, shrieking and laughing when it bounds into her arms, knocking her onto her back.

A smile grows across Killian’s face almost instantly. He couldn’t even hope to fight it, Emma’s joy far too evident and far too impossible not to match.

“Happy anniversary,” she greets.

“Aye, happy anniversary, my love… What is this?” he asks, squatting beside her and delivering her a smile that she matches effortlessly.

“This is your surprise,” she explains.

“You got us… a dog?”

“A puppy! Isn’t she precious?” she asks, rubbing the pup’s belly and giggling as she rolls onto her back. “Her name is Ripple.”

He scrunches up his eyebrows in confusion, moving to sit all the way in order to save his old knees. “Ripple?”

“Don’t give me that look,” she chastises. “I think it suits her. One little doggy can impact our lives in many ways; like the ripple effect.”

“Aye,” he agrees, because he’ll agree with everything she says if only to see the look on her face when he does. “And how did Ripple find her way into our yard?”

The small, and admittedly adorable, puppy gives him a look that tugs at his heartstrings. Truthfully, if there was one breed of dog he could see Emma adopting, it would be a Rottweiler. Their Ripple is only a baby, small and soft, but he can tell that she’ll grow to be as fierce as Emma one day. Her big brown eyes stare into his and he knows with certainty that he’s made a companion.

“I adopted her, as a special surprise for you,” she tells him with a smirk, likely knowing that her explanation doesn’t exactly work in her favor. It’s not as if he ever had a desire to adopt a dog. Emma, on the other hand, has been wanting one for months. “She was wandering the streets, so I picked her up. I looked and looked for her owner, but she didn’t have a collar or a microchip, and no one came forward. I filled out some paperwork with the vet, and now she’s ours!”

He can’t help but to fall beside her, lying at her side and planting a brief yet deep kiss to her temple. Ripple wriggles between them, her bark small and high pitched but likely to become much more threatening in the next few weeks. “You’ve a very pure soul, Swan.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, making him bark out a laugh that’s met with one of Ripple’s. “She needs a home,” she says more seriously, rolling on her side to face him in the soft grass, her hand wandering from the neck of his t-shirt down to his waist.

“She does,” he agrees. He leans forward, awkwardly at this angle, to finally catch her lips with his. He can’t deny her of this. She grew up needing a home, and the least he can do now is support her in giving a home to another lost soul in need.

“So, can we keep her?”

“That’s funny,” he laughs, and she screws up her brows and cocks her head to the side. “It’s as if you’re under the impression that I could ever say no to you.”

He watches the smile grow across her face, reaching her eyes so easily as they catch the glimmering light of the fading sun. “Really?”

“Aye, of course, my love. Although, I will admit, this isn’t exactly the surprise I had in mind based on your phone call.”

Her giggle is contagious, and he thinks it must be in response both to what he had said, and the fact that Ripple has decided to clumsily sprint across the yard to chase her long tail. She pushes against his chest to stand-- he feels almost envious at her youthful ability to lift herself from the ground so easily-- and takes his hand in hers, hoisting him up as well. “I’ve been working on crate training her,” she explains once they’re standing side by side. She calls for the pup and she comes running, earning praise from her new, and apparently talented-at-behavioral-training, mother.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” She guides them both inside, pulling his hand and holding her other one out to Ripple, offering a treat once they walk through the door. “And I plan on doing some crate training now, while I show you what other surprises I have for you under this dress. It’s good for her to practice.”

Their new companion is very well behaved, they’ve discovered. She listens to commands, snuggles with her parents at every opportunity afforded to her, and acts as a very talented deckhand on Killian’s ship, announcing the presence of a tuna on their line each time they hook up.

If one thing is for certain, it’s that Killian Jones’ wife knows exactly how to make him happy.

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There’s a dog in Wicked Tuna named Ripple, and I’m addicted to The Ripple Effect, so Emma and Killian got a dog named Ripple. Hehehe

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[hoxc]

Gwyn ap Nudd is a Hunter. Diana Wrayburn, a strong Warrior. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. The series kick off at Alec and Magnus’ beach wedding at the end of QOAAD in which Diana and Gwyn are lying on the beach shore, remote from the crowd. Discover how their romantic, intimate and adventurous relationship is evolving since the events following the downfall of the Cohort and see what their future holds over the course of several chapters. The first Chapter is inspired by The Archer by Taylor Swift.

The view was unparalleled, though Diana found herself caught adrift in her partner’s compelling and heterochromatic gaze. Every fleck of color in both eyes a constant reminder of the being Gywn was, who he’s long ago been forced to become and continue to be, as the leader of the Wild Hunt. Centuries of bloodshed, plagues and warfare planted in the crevisses of his irises like organic warpaint with which to fend off enemies. Almond-shaped eyes sculpted to hunt through an endless night.

Somehow he did not scare her for he was not the monster the folklore tales painted him to be. Underneath the curse and the dark artifices is the male who made her feel seen for the woman and warrior she truly is. A feeling that would never go away, no matter how grotesque the fables or atrocities he’s committed on behalf of the Wild Hunt. In the Shadow world, nothing is as simple as black or white. She cannot fix the person he was, though she can help him become the person he could be.

She herself has lived a life full of lies, secrets and deception toward others whilst he has been forced to run and hide in the shadows for what could be a millenia. Somehow, they had more in common than meets the eye.

“Trouble in paradise, my Angel?” echoed Gwyn’s sultry voice on the shore of Diana’s thoughts, instantly bringing her back to herself.

A minute or an hour could have passed, Diana could not tell. She slightly tilted her head in the ocean’s direction to hide her smile, the color in her cheeks turning as red as the surrounding flames. Gwyn gripped her chin ever so gently so as to bathe in the sight of her raw emotion. Diana reciprocated the motion and held him by the neck, her fingers brushing his pointed and delicate ears.

“Just realized we are almost out of that delicious iceberg cider. Let me get something else to drink.”

“Then let me get drunk in you,” whispered the Hunter on his lover’s lips. A laughter erupted from the Warrior’s mouth before she leaned to put her legs around his waist, intiating a heavy make out session.

Their time on the run from the Cohort brought them closer, though they were never completely alone. Or completely together. Gwyn wrapped his corded arms around her and laid his hands on her lower back, giving into the passionate kiss that spoke words that could not be said in public. Fireworks exploded in her bowels as shooting stars rained over the beach like arrows being shot down from Heaven; piercing through the veil of our world.

When the hour got late, they decided to bid congratulations to the newly weds again before making their departure. Emma was slyly approaching their direction, Tavvy cradled in her arms. Wait, was she winking at them?

“He’s had too much cake,” said Emma, pointing at the icing and crumbs sticking to the boy’s cheeks, “and Cristina cut me off from playing the Lover album on repeat so we are officially leaving this party,” joked the girl.

“Thank you again, for everything you did to help us through this War, Gwyn. Diana, Julian is waiting in the car. Are you coming with us?” For an instant, Diana saw the ten year old girl who’d just lost her parents, pleading her to return to the Institute with her. Her heart sank. Emma made to turn back slowly when Gwyn caught her by the elbow and steadied the girl.

“Stand straight child, better days are coming,” riddled Gwyn, the squint in his eyes giving Emma the eerie feeling he could forsee better days ahead that she couldn’t. The blonde warrior smiled her usual grinny smile.

“Tell my scoliosis that” she chuckled back. There, she reappeared; the young woman who’d defied all the odds to be happy for herself.

“Matter of fact I am not coming back with you,” admitted Diana, surprising herself and Gwyn whose eyebrows raised incredulously.

“Suit yourself. See you early tomorrow for training then!” Emma made to turn back, waving Tavvy’s sleeping hand for him. Diana held the girl’s hand tenderly, and, for a second time, Emma was denied the chance of a semi-dramatic exit.

“Emma, a Shadowhunter married a warlock – the most amazing Warlock – today and made history. Tonight calls for celabration. I will see you when I see you,” added Diana with a wink at Emma.

“Gwyn, be a dear and call in your horse. We’re going for a ride.”

There are no amount of words to describe the pure freedom of riding a horse through the skies, under the stars and above the sea. Diana held the reins, Gwyn holding onto her wilderness. The wind made no sound in the presence of the Hunter. His next words cut right through her ears.

“Why am I worthy of you, lady Diana?” asked Gwyn in a shy yet commanding voice.

Her pull on the reins would have sent an actual living, breathing horse riding on land into a frenzy of confusion similar as the one she was expericing right now. She was not actually leading the horse anywhere, it responded to Gwyn’s commands without speech or action. She turned her head around to face him and embraced his radiating warmth.

“If you don’t expain yourself more clearly, this sentence won’t even apply.”

The ancient war God inhaled deeply before delivering his thoughts carefully into her inquiring eyes.

“I’ve been the Archer,” revealed Gwyn, pointing at his antler helmet that declared him King of no Courts. “I’ve been the prey,” he continued on, feeling the roughness of the powerful cape many have died attempting to steal, while others have died for daring to look at it for too long. “Who could ever leave me,” he added on, angling his head closer to hers, indicating his one colored eye. A result of the curse he suffers and shares with the other members of the Wild Hunt. A pack from which one may never leave unscathed or alive. His eyes watered at the corners which only amplified the hues of eyes. His words cut deep and profound. For the first time since she’s known him, she felt him vulnerable, and oh so sexy. She brushed her lips against his and closed her eyes. Her lashes gently scraping Gwyn’s cheeks like butterflies laying on a delicate flower. He pulled back from the embrace to absorb the look on her face. Something he would aim to do for centuries on end. He peered directly into the eyes of her face, also paying attention to the tattoed Koi fish’s eyes as he continued- “,but who could stay?”

Diana was equally moved and couldn’t keep herself from giggling at the Hunter quoting Taylor Swift’s song The Archer, which must have been played heavily that night. She reminded herself to thank Emma for her unitentional favor. A promise of love weighed on each word he sought to share and every touches he landed on her skin. She had to oblige.

“All the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put me together again, either Gwyn. Combat. I am ready for combat,” declared Diana as her heart and body were lifted higher into the clouds, out of sight from prying eyes.

In that moment, she let herself be spun into the darkness and all the broken bits of lights fighting their way through. That evening, he showed her the past of his broken bones and she let him foresee the scars in her future. In the present, they found love. It was not for their eyes to see, but it was felt in their hearts the pure courage to start. Broken, but together.

[robin-and-co]

Story of Us

They had been walking down the street when she noticed it. It was the same street they walked down about every day. His words would falter when he spoke, and his eyes would dart off somewhere to the side. One day, she decided to follow his gaze.

And there it was.

Beautiful. Sitting daintily in the shop window, its wood polished and the design completed with careful attention from its maker. It was a deep red color, one that reminded her of the flames that would sometimes dance from his fingertips that entertained him when he was bored.

She had to get it for him.

So, after scraping up enough money, she finally, finally managed to buy it. Excitedly, she ran home and placed it in a box as dark as his hair, as dark as the usual shirt he wore when they were together. After topping it off with a bow, she waited. Eagerly, she sat on the couch with lying across her lap.

It was about an hour later when he finally arrived. The front door shut noisily behind him, and he shook out the flakes of snow that had begun to cling to his hair.

"You would not believe what just- What are you holding?" His voice was deep, it rumbled in his chest as he spoke. Cassy shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. With a small, hesitant smile, she swiped one of the throw pillows from the couch and reached over to pat the spot it had previously occupied. Looking quite wary to say the least, Damien approached, his eyes darting about as if he'd be able to spot a hidden camera.

"Is this a prank?" He inquired, sitting down in such a manner that made it seem that he was ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Rolling her eyes, Cassy simply thrusted the box into his lap and leaned closer with a timid smile.

"Open it," she urged with excitement coating each syllable that passed her lips. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and reached over to push away a stray curl that had fallen over her face.

"You're so cute like this," he purred, only to burst into a violent round of laughter when she threw one of the other throw pillows directly at his face. "Okay okay okay! Yeesh, I'll open it!" His smile reaching up to his eyes, as it had never done before they met, he began to push open the lid.

At first, what he saw made him freeze. The smile dropped, and his hands lay stagnant where they lay. He could vaguely see her lean closer, wringing her hands nervously. But he couldn't focus on that.

Why?

Because right there, right before him, lay a perfectly polished violin. The bow rested carefully in its own case. It called to him, begged for him to pick it up and create the music that had been lost for so long.

He could hear Cassy talking, rushing out to explain herself, but he couldn't make out the words. Not until she touched his arm and used her other hand to guide his face to look at her.

"Do you like it?" She asked hesitantly. She had been prepared for some form of rejection. For some sort of panic to have entered his eyes. What she didn't expect was for him to place the box on the empty spot next to them and sweep her up into his arms with a cry nothing short of absolute joy.

Cassy released a startled cry upon being lifted into the air. Within seconds, she had thrown her arms around his neck to help keep herself upright. Her hair seemed to float around them in a gorgeous golden pool as he spun her around, planting kiss after kiss after kiss onto every inch of skin he could reach without being provacative. His grip was tight around her, even as his foot caught and he fell back onto the couch. Even then, he didn't cease in showering her with kisses, not until the urge to play grew to be too much for him to ignore.

With one last kiss, he set her back in her original place and brought the violin into his lap.

"So you like it?" She asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. He grinned at her, looking loose and free in ways she had never imagined him to be before.

"Like it? I love it!"

She had hoped he would like it. She really did. She'd worked hard for this gift! She just also hoped that it wasn't tied to any painful memories.

That would be bad.

Warmth blossomed in her chest at his answer, and a grin of her own spread across his lips. He liked- no, he loved it! He really did love it! She went to say more, to tell him not to worry about the price, but he cut her off with another kiss.

"But I could never love it as much as I love you," he murmured seriously, his gaze searching hers in a manner so intimate even she felt her face flood with heat. Laughing at the blush that coated her cheeks, he turned away. His bangs flopped deliciously over his face as he bent over the violin, cocking his head to the side so he could tune it.

"Play for me," Cassy spoke suddenly, and his head jerked up in surprise.

"Play for you?" He echoed, eyes wide. When she nodded, he smiled timidly before he turned, hiding behind his hair so that she didn't see the tears that had slightly built up in his eyes. "No one's ever asked to hear me play before," he whispered, voice soft. Like a child who had finally been acknowledged for something they were proud of.

"My parents thought it was just some stupid way to throw away time," he went on to say, and he smiled to let her know that he was okay. Of course he was okay. He'd always be okay, with her there. She was the light that illuminated his flames. She lit his way. She made the dark a less scary place. He was... Well, he was simply the fire that burned and burned and burned until nothing stood where he had gone.

"Your parents were monsters," she said immediately, rage shimmering in her eyes at the thought of what they had done to their son. His smile turned sad then, and he reached over to bring her into a gentle kiss.

"But they were still my parents," he whispered, and it took a few moments for the lump in his throat to go away. Once it was gone, he lifted the instrument to his shoulder and rested his chin on the pad provided for him.

From then on, it was a mixture of muscle memory and pure excitement for the passion that had been locked away for so many years. His fingers glided along the neck of the violin, his hand guiding the bow through the strings so that the beautiful melody he'd yearned to play for years could finally be heard by someone other than the little boy with black hair who had just wanted someone to call a friend.

The song in itself screamed Damien. It was haunting, it was beautiful. It started out slow, started out with minor notes and a melancholy feel that both hypnotized and saddened the blonde that sat alongside its creator. But then, it began to pick up speed. Damien bobbed along with the beat to the song, and Cassy bubbled with laughter as he jumped from the couch and began to dance about the livingroom. Unable to help herself, Cassy jumped up and created her own little dance.

Grinning from ear to ear, Damien stopped near the wall and watched her dance. Though he didn't focus on the swaying of her hips, or the way she moved so lithely across the carpet. No, his eyes zeroed in on how... Happy she looked. How free she was to be herself. She didn't care if she messed up. It didn't matter, because she was with someone who cherished her and everything she stood for.

They went on like this for what seemed like hours. She danced until she couldn't dance anymore, and he played until the strings began to cut into his fingers thanks to the years he'd been out of practice. Reluctantly, he stopped, and they both flopped onto the couch. Their chests heaved as if they had been through an hour of cardio, but they both seemed to bask in the glory of what they had created together.

While they lay on the couch, Damien reached over and promptly brought her to his chest, his face buried in her hair. Eagerly, she snuggled into his strong embrace and turned her head so she could see the violin, which he had rested protectively against her back.

"You really like it?"

"I really like you," he replied, and they laughed together as she playfully hit his chest.

"Can you go more than two seconds without trying to seduce me?" She teased again, and he merely sent her a playful wink.

"Never," he purred, before his expression grew soft, and he hugged her as tightly as he could.

When she put her head upon his chest, she could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. Usually when she put her head on his chest, she could hear the moment his heart picked up speed because of how close she was. Could hear the moment it skipped a beat because of how much love it became flooded with. But it was already racing by the time she got close enough to listen.

A smile curled her lips upwards, and she bunched up the fabric of his shirt in her hands. She had caused that reaction. She had caused his heart to beat this quickly. But she didn't focus on that. No, she didn't need to. All she really focused on was the fact that he was finally happy where he was. There was no one trying to hurt him, or exploit him for some stupid political stuff she didn't understnad.

No, he was here. And he was happy.

"Hey, Damien?" She spoke up after what seemed to be hours, lifting her head so that she could gaze upon him. At his inquisitive look, she continued. "What is that song called?"

He hesitated then, and now it was his turn to blush. He averted his gaze then, fidgeting with the strings that ran along his gift.

"I wrote it," he admitted, and he winced at her confused look. "I liked writing music. I never stopped. I... I guess I just hoped one day I'd be able to play again," he laughed nervously, and she smiled.

"How long ago did you write it?"

This gave him pause, and he ducked his head, as if he meant to try and hide away so that he couldn't answer her.

"When I met you," he murmured so softly she had to strain to hear him.

Her head jerked with surprise, and she blinked up at him with a gaze filled with amazement. He smiled nervously and began to play with her hair. Gently, ever so gently, he twisted the curl over in his fingers, watching the way the light seemed to turn it to strings of the finest gold.

But she was worth more than gold. She was worth more than anything and anyone combined.

"The Story of Us," he whispered at last. At her inquisitive look, he winced. "The song. It's what I called it. The Story of Us," he seemed to wait then. Wait for her to laugh, or tell him it was stupid. What he didn't expect was for her to beam up at him like he was the best thing that had ever happened to her and lean forward to capture him in a kiss. When they parted, she cupped his cheek in her hands, gently brushing her thumb under his eye.

"Good thing this story will have a happy ending," she commented.

He nodded in agreement then, moving her back into a position to where he could hold her. He always wanted to hold her. If she was there, it meant that she was safe. That she still loved him.

So how did it end up like this?

How did it end up with her in another's arms? How did it end up with him as the bad guy?

He never wanted this. This wasn't how the story was supposed to go. The notes had started out minor. Started out sad. But the end got fixed. They got a happy ending, with each other. So why was this happening? Why did the tune fall flat? Why did the notes that were once so beautiful sound like nails on a chalkboard every time he played?

But he couldn't stop. Wouldn't. It was all he had left of her. He had burned the pictures. Burned the memories encased in pictures he'd never get back. He had almost burned the violin.

But he couldn't.

Instead, he sat quietly on his bed, his back turned to the door, and played. When his mother came in and asked him what on earth he was doing, he smiled, and through his own thick tears, replied.

"Remembering a story"

*~*~*~*~*

I'm so sorry :') @nemiliciouss

[conundrum-rp-blog]

Under the cut you can check out all the players that have been accepted for their roles. Congratulations!  Please take a look at the instructions at the bottom of the page. For those who haven’t been accepted this time around, don’t be discouraged! Send me a message if you want more feedback on your application and I would love for you to re-apply in the future! Congratulations again to all of you and Welcome to CONUNDRUM!

✦ Christine, you’ve been accepted to play the role of James Potter. “He thinks, for a moment, of the house, in Godric’s Hollow, empty and abandoned, more a crime scene than a house these days; it’s still the first thing that comes to mind when he thinks of the word home. He thinks about the pictures all over the walls: pictures of both of them at Hogwarts, with their friends, pictures from parties and Order meetings, pictures of their parents – his moving ones framed and hung alongside her perfectly, strangely still ones. Pictures of them, their wedding, their honeymoon. Pictures of Harry. He thinks of the decor, the hand towels and throw pillows and the little key dish on the table in the hall, all things they picked out together– thinks of the sound of her laugh as she picked up a stupid toy grindylow at the shop and insisted they put it on the mantle. He wonders if that stupid toy made it out of the wreckage, if he could go back there and pick it up and take it with him, or if it was broken in the explosion.” There were a lot of parts I loved about your application, but I chose this particular part of the interview because it’s such a spot on way of represent the trauma James has been through and how he’s dealing with it. I’m so eager to read how his story plays out, and hopefully write it with you! Great job! Your Face Claim change to Dev Patel has been approved.

✦ H, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Bellatrix Lestrange. “Her obsession with the Dark Lord is purely rooted on his ideas, and his voice. She is in no way romantically or physically attracted to him, even if at some point she wishes that she was. what she is ‘in love with’ is everything he says about his cause, how he views the world changing once he has won, and the dark, deranged, passion he has to have it come about. She will continue to stand behind him even after he fails, for this purpose alone. This is why she is so adamant to get him back, without him she thinks that they will continue to fail.” Definitely my favourite headcanon of the application. Bellatrix’s obsession with Lord Voldemort is something somewhat crucial to her character, and it’s both really original and bold that you were willing to give that a psychological explanation. I can’t wait to see her in action! 

✦ Jane, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Emma Vanity. “Given the opportunity, Emma will always maintain her cold and collected exterior. However if something or someone really gets to her, she won’t shy away from a physical altercation. This is something she’s not proud of; given her propensity to try and fit in and emulate what she believes it’s the proper behaviour of a pureblood lady. As a child she was encouraged to take ballet like many of the wealthy daughters of the families her parents frequented. She was expelled from her dancing class at the age of thirteen because she threatened her dance teacher with her wand after the man called her “spineless little girl without an ounce of grace.” That was the moment she started getting interested in Quidditch, and her parents allowed the new hobby if only to tame her snappy temper.” Such an original interpretation and an amazing twist to the skeleton! I really enjoy the idea of Emma trying to hard to be something she’s clearly not. I can’t wait to see how the war impacts her world! Your Face Claim change to Adele Exarchopoulos has been approved.

✦ Marie, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Lauren Wakefield. “She can be often found outdoors. Back at school, she would have slept next to the lake if she had been allowed to. She loves being in contact with nature and treats every living being with adoration and respect. In fact her favourite subject used to be care of magical creatures. She meditates on daily basis and she’s also a vegetarian. She loves plants, flowers and before graduating she was known for fighting for a great variety - and sometimes a little strange - causes; such as house-elves, goblins and even the Giant Squid’s rights. It is said that Filch still has many of the protest banners she used to paint in bright colours, obviously stored and confiscated.” This headcanon might seem a little silly, but I personally think it’s amazing how you gave Lauren such a defined personality and took into account the context and the hippie culture of the 60s and 70s while writing her story. Simply wonderful! Your Face Claim change to Kristin Kreuk has been approved.

✦ Lux, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Remus Lupin. “This was the burden with which Remus Lupin was saddled. His first memories became those of tearful full moons, of clutching at his mother’s skirt and sobbing, begging her to fix him, falling to his knees in front of the Crucifix on the parlor wall and demanding that she tell him why God had let him become a monster. His mother could only kiss his forehead, watching as the tears fell to the threadbare carpet, and tell her son that everything happens for a reason, that our pain makes us weak so that we can depend on the Lord who makes us strong. Over time, the words lost their meaning, and everything else in his life along with it. Every breath was like walking through cement, struggling to keep his head above water for a life not worth living. His father had built a life, a reputation, upon helping the people of the world, and Remus could hardly even help himself.” This quote absolutely killed me! I absolutely love how much detailed you’ve put into Remus’ history and his inner thoughts. I’m super eager to see him in this universe!

✦ Ella, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Cassius Mulciber. “What drives him is the moment he stands on the precipice, wand in hand, dozens cowering before him, dozens more in his thrall, and knows he is truly great. There’s a reason the imperius curse is his signature. Mortals  could never understand the power that flows through his veins, that sparks from his fingers, drips from his tongue. Dance for me, Bow to me, Jump off a bridge for me. Cassius is divine. The Death Eaters offer him a way to the top, one which recognises his superiority and which is unbound by the rules and laws the mudbloods cling so tightly to.” Amazing description of a true villain! I have a particular soft spot for darker characters (says the person who plays Alecto and Rodolphus) and I can’t wait to see how this new stage of the war affects Cassius. Your Face Claim change to Jeremy Dufour has been approved.

✦ Riley, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Mafalda Hopkirk. “Mafalda would never describe herself as anything other than a supporter of Mafalda.  To do anything else would be a dangerous, destructive decision.  An unfortunate side-effect of taking a side was that the side you did not choose began to count you among their enemies – nothing about the war that encompassed most of her adolescence  was worth creating enemies over. Taking a side meant taking a risk, and as a half-blood in an industry dominated by the Pureblood elite, there were only certain types of risks she was willing to take.It just so happened that in as far as her career went, the Death Eaters were more often the ones who were in a position to propel her forward.  For that reason, most of the world would see her as a Death Eater supporter.” Mafalda is clearly a character who’s a victim of her circumstances, and I believe you did a splendid job describing just that. That’s pretty much why I chose this part of your application. A spot on description! Amazing job!

✦ Grace, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Edgar Bones. “He realizes his anger is a problem when he finds himself standing in his parents’ living room, having just yelled at them for…something. It’s not important what they were discussing, it was ages ago; what is important is the fact that they’re staring up at him like they don’t even recognize him. His face is beet red and he can barely catch his breath, but that doesn’t matter in this moment. All he feels is shame overcoming every centimeter of his body. There’s no way to talk his way out of this one, no way to laugh it off in that way he’s grown adept at. The moment becomes one of his biggest regrets, though he has more than just a few. But, like there is with many things, there’s a bright side: from it he learns, he grows, he changes.” I really liked this part of the application because it’ such a nice way of show how the war and the loss affected Edgar, and how it’s his nature to survive and persevere. I can’t wait to see how his story plays out!

✦ Mallory, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Amos Diggory. “Amos closed his eyes against the rushing, grey nothingness. He thought of his grandmother, in the stands, watching him run towards the dirt. He couldn’t help feeling the knot he knew would be rising in his throat, a scream he wouldn’t be able to voice, rise in his own throat. Amos called again, this time aloud: “Accio broom!” The team liked his tenacity, that’s what they said. They lost the match – nothing to one fifty – but the Cannons took him on anyway. From the Cannons, he joined the Arrows, and then Puddlemore United. Two years on, the national team found him in the local pub and convinced him to come out for open try outs. The rest, he guesses, is literally history, if only to the readers of Seeker Weekly.” Yes, yes, I’m choosing a quote about Quidditch; but I think this was such a nice way of summarising Amos’ personality and how he always seems so effortlessly lucky. With the war starting again and the situation with his wife, I can’t wait to see what happens! Your Face Claim change to Kit Harington has been approved.

✦ Cal, you’ve been accepted to play the role of Sirius Black. “He spent his whole life preparing for a war, ready and willing to be a martyr and the downfall of his family name. But with Voldemort gone, the enemy has become, scattered, less clear, and well aware he’s coming for them. He feels as though there’s nothing he can do, nothing that won’t earn him a few years in Azkaban. But that doesn’t ease the anger that eats at him like rot, chipping a little part of him away until the only thing left is the anger. He’s trying to find a purpose for it, an outlet, but all he wants is revenge.” I love this headcanon because it explains perfectly Sirius’ struggle between his willingness to do good and protect his friends, and his inner demons and bitter feelings towards the purists and the Death Eaters. I can’t wait to see how this develops! Amazing job!

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