#calleobricriu

[asoncruellybanished]

“ kind words cost nothing. ”

While Credence agreed that this was true; every kind word ever spoken to him he treasured like a diamond, for they were just as rare.

“I still can’t afford them.” Was he worthy of kind words, had he ever been?

[callhertonks]

@calleo-bricriu

“Hey, you, yes you. Lad with the manageable mop on his head. No offense, actually. You have really nice hair. Anyways, back to my point. Have you seen a broom? An amethyst fire streak,” the young auror gestured with her hands, pointed to a spot where she last left the broom sitting unattended. “I can’t seem to find the damn thing and it’s not ---  appearing anywhere when I try to summon it,” she balled her hands. Frustrated, Tonks attempted the accio charm again. Nothing. The corner where it was suppose to have been, was completely deserted. Nothing but a stone trash bin and litter floating in the air into the trash bin. The very bin she tried questioning with transfiguration spell to get the bin talking. Impatient and anxious to find her broom, the spell completely flopped on her. Nothing was working! “Merlin, bloody shite. Mind helping an auror in her desperate time in need?” 

[0lliivanders]

@calleo-bricriu gets a free wand.

"Any news from the Ministry or.. I shouldn't ask?"

[saturninebravery]

send me a ♡ if you’d ship with me - accepting.

finally getting to this old ass meme and i am just .... baffled by all of you sinners 

[aconxte-archive]

“Oh, Calleo, you beautiful spinster.” Remus was trying to stifle his laughter, one hand lifting the bottle of beer to his lips as Calleo regaled him with his tales of his mother’s attempts at matchmaking. “I will find you love.”

@calleo-bricriu

[chiefwxrlock]

“i’m always careful.”

Protective starters - accepting.

“Be as it may, there is a very good reason for the saying that goes ‘one can never be too careful’, Calleo. They are looking for people like you, and sooner or later not even the Ministry’s Archives will be safe. I trust you know this.” well, as safe as library of potentially dangerous and unpredictable magical documents can be. The headmaster spoke candidly to his former student but showed no such urgency in his ethereal mien, hands neatly folded onto his lap, one purposely covering the blackened other.

@calleo-bricriu

[hallowedlived]

@calleo-bricriu​ ♥ for a starter!

“Having a late one?” Harry asked the archivist, looking up from the paperwork that was strewn across his desk.The candles were growing thin and the hour darker. The Ministry hallways were eerily deserted, save from the usual ghosts that haunted them. He could feel the lateness behind his eyes, but when he got onto a case there was very little that could really deter him from obsessively poring over the details. At least he didn’t have to think of the melancholy that awaited him back at Grimmauld Place. “Thanks for the files on the Liverpool attack of ‘81, by the way. I know it’s extra work for you, so I appreciate you indulging my random requests.” hopefully, he thought, not so random once he figured out the finer pieces of the puzzle.

[cursexbreakcr]

calleo-bricriu replied to your post “ಠ_ಠ”

BONUS: People who don't indicate when they switch lanes, then get mad at YOU for not reading their mind about it.

stolen the words right out of my brain there friendo. it takes a few seconds to flipping indicate and not have me break fast as to not hit you and endanger the car behind me as well.

[invelleity]

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

what a loaded question, lmao

definitely yes

alice @thewrongsorts​ — outside of her work, alice is v soft, v nice. (and i’m, uhhhh....not a death eater, so we’re 👍) we probably wouldn’t hang but i would like her

avril @farfromtarsus​ — low maintenance, terrible sense of humor, she’s careful about who she lets see her evil streak and i would def not qualify so it’d be chill

clint @anymore-bad--press​ — wow i love my weird uncle who is also Exactly Me but older and athletic

manon @thewrongsorts​ — you know when you desperately wanna be someone’s friend but you’re too scared they’re so much cooler than you??

definitely no

malcolm @farfromtarsus — i’m sorry my son but he would Stress me Outsara @thewrongsorts​ — she’s so high maintenance?? and with either of our luck, we’d get depressed at the same time and then where would we be :|

maybe / depending on the circumstances

charis @thewrongsorts — i mean, she was very undercover as a death eater sympathizer for years.... but actual charis i’d get along with. quiet enough not to be overwhelming; mean enough sense of humor to laugh w me.

james @thewrongsorts — this bitch n me are real alike and i’m uhhhh 50/50 on if that would mean we’d be great pals or.....totally Hate each other? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[thewrongsorts--archive]

Did their family have any notable or odd traditions that carry through to their daily life now? For whichever character(s) you'd prefer to answer it for.

Not necessarily odd, but the Delacours always celebrated la Fete de St Nicholas. Sometimes their father carefully planted fake donkey prints around the yard. Even years after moving to England, Fleur still puts out shoes for la Fete and carries little sweets to give to friends’ children for most of early December.

Alice’s mother swore by homemade hot chocolate after little scrapes and hurts— more useful than pain-killng potions, she always insisted. It was essentially just cocoa powder, hot water, and a tiny splash of evaporated milk. As an auror in the War, Alice started habitually making the same thing every night when she got home. (And it doesn’t matter that we can afford that gourmet shit, Frank, it’s just not as good.)

[asoncruellybanished]

MACUSA weren’t entirely wrong when they’d reported Credence Barebone dead. He was. He had died in Paris, upon first joining Grindelwald’s ranks, and like the Phoenix been reborn Aurelius Dumbledore. How strange it felt to hear that name for the first time in so long. ‘Credence Barebone’ was like finding a childhood pair of shoes, worn out, still moulded to a foot that had long since grown out of them.

These past years had been kind to the man who’d once handed out pamphlets with shaking, wounded hands. He never had to steal or miss a meal; he was never beaten or yelled at. And all it had cost was ignoring any morals he had. Selling ones’ soul to the devil wasn’t nearly as awful as people said.

His posture was still bad - old habits died hard, and his hair now a length to rival Calleo’s hung over his face. It was that which obscured, no pun intended, the most shocking change - his eyes, once dark brown had become pale, unfocused. The white eyes of his other form were growing permanent. Having survived thirty years with a parasite that usually killed in less than five, it wasn’t going to leave its host scot-free, now was it?

“I remember you,” Even to one who was losing his vision, Calleo’s appearance was unmistakeable. “You were kind to me before.”

It was true that he wasn’t terrified of everything anymore; though he was still plagued, mostly at night, by unnatural, breath-stealing terrors. Never would he forget the days where being treated with kindness was a rare mercy. Never would he forget those who granted it.

“I’m called Aurelius now,” though he still spoke with all the volume of someone trying not to wake a sleeping baby, he no longer seemed terrified to force out each word. “And no, I’m not a prisoner. Mister Grindelwald saved me.”

Still he remained quite socially awkward. Was the red-haired wizard a prisoner, then? Prisoners didn’t usually look so well, nor did they generally make it out of the cells.

1942 - Nurmengard.

(( Semi-plotted starter for   @asoncruellybanished  ))

It seemed to Calleo that, after a year or two, he’d been downgraded from whatever flight risk status they’d had on him. Ordinarily, if he was let out of the tower–it wasn’t exactly a prison cell in the strictest sense, it was more along the lines of a small, but nicely decorated flat, though the distinction didn’t matter much when the locks only worked from the outside–there was someone very close at hand in case he were to try something.

He’d also noticed early on that if the someone close at hand happened to be Grindelwald, it generated a great deal of animosity with those who worked under him. That was likely being done on purpose, or, at least, that’s what Calleo assumed; if the staff, as it were, resented him being there, they’d be less likely to be accidental vectors in any escape attempts.

It was just as well, most of them were genuinely unpleasant people, especially when their Emperor wasn’t watching, and a few were genuinely unpleasant family that Calleo never was thrilled to see.

For the most part, when he was allowed to wander Nurmengard alone, he did so as a magpie; let him cover more ground and overhear a lot of things he was certain he wasn’t meant to overhear, which did keep things interesting.

Only, this time, he thought he spotted someone he’d met over a decade prior, which couldn’t be correct as he recalled hearing that man had been killed.

Then again, those reports came from MACUSA, and government reporting in general was often incorrect if incorrect kept a particular narrative going.

The dark haired man didn’t seem to have noticed him yet, and wasn’t really moving in any sort of way Calleo would have had trouble keeping up with, feathered or otherwise.  As bird-like as he could manage he positioned himself to get a look at the man’s face, as opposed to the back or top of his head.

He might have thought the man to be unmistakably Credence, only–less so. Not in a terrible way, considering he did seem to be significantly less terrified of everything around him (or maybe had simply learned to hide it better) and looked a great deal healthier than he had the last time Calleo had seen him.

Calleo sat, mostly obscured by the things on the shelf he’d perched on, considering whether or not talking to Credence–if it was Credence at all–would get either of them in trouble; it was very possible one or both of them were being set up. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time Grindelwald or someone acting on Grindelwald’s behalf would have set something like that up.

In the end, he decided it didn’t matter; if it was a problem, Calleo was well versed at redirecting such things to be his problem and not the problem of anyone else and he hopped down from the shelf, managing to shift back into his usual human shape without completely tripping over himself, and offered what was hopefully Credence a brilliantly friendly smile.

“Credence, yeah? What are you doing h–no, no, that sounds accusatory doesn’t it?” Calleo absently scratched the side of his head for a moment, “When did you get here? You did come here on your own, yes? Not as a prisoner?”

A brief, and instantly gone look of concern lit Calleo’s eyes. He hadn’t forgotten how Credence had been treated in general but, then, that had been over a decade ago.

[callhertonks]

“What’s with the box?”

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS | meme??

@calleo-bricriu

“If I tell ya, might have to kill ya.” She tease. Holding the parcel underneath her arm, paper packed and all that jazz. It’s unsure what’s in the box. Task to deliver to another, Tonks had no idea what had been bestowed in her possession. She only acknowledge that it must be handle with care and considerate. And sent out right away, as in like yesterday.”Don’t touch it, alright? Please, don’t even look at that thing! I’m taking to it’s rightful owner after work.” 

[half-blood-master-of-potions]

calleo-bricriu replied to your post: Maybe next time just delete the message if it...

Honestly, if you have to come back and explain that you were ‘trying to be friendly’ you weren’t 'trying to be friendly’ at all, you’re just mad you got called out for being rude and are hoping to backpedal. If they weren’t trying to be rude/snide, they’d have not sent it on anon and would have been fine with having their blog name attached to it.

((Thank you. I was trying not to be an ass when they claimed that it was character fodder/something to react to, but the tone was a little off to me. I’m trying not to read into it in case it genuinely wasn’t meant to be rude, but the comment about people needing to walk on eggshells because of reactions as though I was 100% unreasonable seemed a bit much. I’ve never been against giving him things to react to. He had a magic anon a couple of months ago that made him barf mushrooms every time said something rude, and glitter when he said something neutral. So... :’D But I’m glad that I’m not the only one who thought it seemed suspect.)) 

[saturninebravery]

What made you decide to write this muse?

Questions for the mun, about the muse - accepting.

l o v e. i love this character, with his sheer complexity and flaws from the bottom of my heart. he represents the human struggle in all of its beautiful tragedy, the eternal battle between the darkness and the light within. he’s the victim, the bully, the martyr, the sinner, the friend, the enemy, the protector, the fuck-up. i adore writing him because i am naturally drawn to the brooding types (who wear black!) armed with sharp wit and a grim, stern presence, the disillusioned, the damned poets, the infamous and the misunderstood. he is all of those, and so much more. the more i write him, the more i learn, and it’s been y e a r s! i never tire of letting this muse run around my brain.

[aconxte-archive]

<p><blockquote> “Well, in that case, we definitely missed the mark on ‘properly’ because this doesn’t even smell like dirt used to bury a dead thing, it just smells like something dead that’s been left in the sun for a few days.”<break>

Calleo wrinkled his nose, “It’s lucky it just smells wrong and didn’t cause anything to melt or burst into flames–though maybe that’s coming?” He eyed the cauldron warily, as though just saying that out loud was likely to make that happen.<break>

“What should we do with it? Will it just vanish if it’s that far off, or will that make it worse? Pretty sure we can’t just dump it somewhere…” @calleo-bricriu </blockquote></p>

<p>”Maybe we should vanish it... d’you think that’d work?” Remus coughed into his fist, trying not to gag from the vile stench. One thing was without a doubt, he wasn’t going to try and drink it.</p>

<p>”Maybe we should just wait and see what happens for now...I don’t think it’ll explode- Still, er, suppose I understand why they always say it’s so difficult to brew. Thanks for your help, Calleo, even if it....is this. Now.”</p>

[chiefwxrlock]

"Some things happen, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Sad Starters - accepting.

“A wise outlook, indeed. Alas, some of the more spirited people in illicit possession of a Time Turner would disagree.” fortunately not everyone was that lucky, and that foolish.

@calleo-bricriu