#fcntcsticmuses

[seersblood]

@fcntcsticmuses cause pain: Aberforth

Lillian was sitting at the bar. Her hand running absentmindedly over where the newly formed scar hidden under her sleeve as she waited for Aberforth to get back. He had gone out in search for more answer regarding the blood pact for Albus, but he had obviously gotten into something bad.

Hearing the door open, she immediately got up to walk over to him. “What did you do? What happened?” Her voice was sad. Pained as she tried to fill in what could have possible brought about the scar they now shared.

[styleoverlaw]

@fcntcsticmuses cause I can: Aberforth

“You and Lillian having been spending quite a lot of time together recently. And here I thought she came to Hogwarts to try to give us a leg up on Grindelwald. But she’s certainly found something else of interest as of late.” Albus would have been blind to not notice something forming between the two of them. It was hard for anyone to miss, let alone him.

[scmcnymuses]

Okay, so I am HEAVILY under construction at the moment as I work on my muses page, but I will slowly be shifting threads and muses from my other blogs over to here. Those blogs include: @fcntcsticmuses, @justhadquestions, @i-want-adventure, and other long inactive/deleted blogs. I will not be moving all threads over here at once, but I plan on doing it over the next month or two (it’s gonna take so long because I do have a job, and I do kind of have a life even if that’s debatable).

[hellfireprince]

@fcntcsticmuses continued from here x

    “Hey, it’s your roof. It’s way weirder that I’m up here than you are. I won’t tell Albus if you don’t,” Aryan smiled. “Sorry, I heard a noise and I’m a paranoid git, I had to check it out. Yeah? So do I. Where I live, the sky’s not very clear, don’t get to see the stars very much. And obviously we don’t get a great view of them in the Slytherin dungeons. I like the night sky.”

[aurorofconfidence]

@fcntcsticmuses continued from here x

    “But I’ve been not doing my work all night, it’s getting boring. I actually thought about filling in my paperwork for a few minutes there, that’s when I knew I needed some fresh air. I wondered where you’d got to. I’m not allowed to look for my partner?” Percival had been eager to do the night shift at first - that was when crime did tend to occur, but it turned out to be boring as all get out. People didn’t report crimes until the day, and stuck in the office doing paperwork, it wasn’t as if they were out ready to help anyone that stumbled into danger.

    “Of course I’m not leaving, you were mean to me, I’m waiting for my apology,” he joked. “Yeah... it’s not great.” The people on day shift at least tried to have a filter when Seraphina was in the room. The people on night shift... “They’re just idiots Phina. And they’re stuck on the night shift because sitting around doing nothing is all they’re good for. Don’t let them get to you, they’ll still be napping at their desks when you’re President.”

[powerstrung]

@fcntcsticmuses liked for a starter

“You were a nuisance when we were younger, but I never thought that would continue to now.   You just love getting in the way, don't you? Couldn't just stay in your pathetic little bar and waste the days away. I'm going to enjoy cutting you down to size." 

[magiccaretaker]

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@fcntcsticmuses

Newt carefully, cautiously even, took the small bundle into his arms. As if he was afraid of breaking the poor thing. How many times had he held an infant creature and been perfectly fine and content? It was only now that he was holding his brother’s child, that he realized how fragile infants could be. “They’re so tiny…” he breathed softly. Sure, he had dealt with smaller creatures, but this was different somehow.

[rebellicvs]

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? - Michael

100 Character Questions | accepting | @fcntcsticmuses​ / @scmcnymuses​

“I have several in fact… even if I don’t have any contact anymore with most of them. The once I was closest to were Samael - or Lucifer as you would know him -, Gabriel and Raphael. All three of them were often quite the troublemakers when we were younger but Raphael was still the one of them to keep her brain and know when to stop. Gabe and Sam… not so much at times. Nowadays Lucifer is pretty bitter about everything from what I’ve heard… I haven’t really contacted him since… well since. Raphael matured a lot but still shows a mischievous side from time to time and Gabe… well, he is mainly still the same but that’s good. He always was the glue holding us together.”

Michael gives a small shrug, “There are more siblings I could talk about but those were the ones I was closest to…once upon a time.”

[forgottenroyal]

@fcntcsticmuses continued X

“Right... Just, stay still, and don’t do anything.” Carefully taking a hold of him, she apparated them outside the building. It was the farthest she felt comfortable going with him already injured. Not wanting to risk him getting splinched. Once she knew they were safe from the collapsing building, she punched him in the shoulder that wasn’t connected to his injured arm. “Ryan Renard, you absolute idiot! Don’t you ever do anything like that again.”

[implicatedbyprophecy]

@fcntcsticmuses liked for a starter (for bunty maybe?)

Leta had let herself into Newt’s place, there to pick up a book that she had asked to borrow. She was distracted though when she had walked in and there was a baby Niffler trying to steal some coins that had been left on the side. The woman let out an amused laugh and came over slowly.

“Now how did something as cute and as small as you get out here by yourself?” she asked and held out her own coin, causing the creature to amble into her palm. Leta turned to the basement door and frowned. “This must be where you came from pipsqueak,” she pushed the door open and stepped inside, baby Niffler still in hand.

[heartsandmiinds]

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[seersblood]

@fcntcsticmuses cause i needed this: Elphias

It was hard to wrap her mind around actually being married. She never thought she would be. Yet here she was, freshly married to a Brit, living in Scotland. Keeping her surname, of course. Still, it was time for Lillian to leave her husband’s side and to some socializing with those present. Which is why she found herself moving to sit beside a man seemingly by himself at the side of the room. Trying to remain unseen, no doubt. “You came with Albus, didn’t you? It’s nice to see him with company. I’m Lillian.”

[styleoverlaw]

@fcntcsticmuses for reasons

“There’s a reason I didn’t want to meet at the Hog’s Head tonight...” Albus began, not exactly sure how to even go about telling Aberforth, but he figured to just go head first and figure it out as he went. “One of those things you found actually worked. The blood pact is gone. In a sense. It was destroyed and something else took its place.” Walking into his room that was connected to his office, he returned with a small baby bundled in a blanket. “She came from the destroyed pact.”

[was-wicked]

Yusuf Kama

“Nostalgia.” 

[unheardmagic]

@fcntcsticmuses liked for a starter

“I don’t recognize you. So you must be the French interpreter we’ve been waiting for. Welcome to MACUSA. I’m Jordan Atwood. If you need anything while you’re here, don’t hesitate to ask.”

[aurorofconfidence]

@fcntcsticmuses cannot stop me

He’d polished his shoes until he could see his reflection in them, purely for the sake of coming to the Hog’s Head. Not that Aberforth probably even remembered mentioning his shoes when they’d first met, but it somehow remained the freshest part of their first encounter in Percival’s mind.

After Percival’s little attempt to go hunting Grindelwald on his own, the dark wizard had tried his luck in Paris, and suddenly Percival found himself dragged into the Ministry of Magic for extensive interviews. Interviews that brought up memories and feelings Percival would have been quite happy to remain repressed. Forced to relocate to the UK until they were finished barraging him with prying quizzes, it was bad enough Percival couldn’t even talk to his best friend about it - after all, Theseus was ultimately questioning him as well - but to discover that they couldn’t do a cup of coffee correctly... the only solution was alcohol, and Percival only knew of one bar that actually had relatively good liquor.

So, he’d shined his shoes, lint-rolled his jacket, blatantly ignored his cane, and, against the express orders of the Ministry to stay in London within close reach, apparated to Hogsmeade and limped his way to the Hog’s Head. Aberforth wasn’t the friendliest... hell, Percival would have gladly cursed him through the wall, but by some horrifying turn of events, Percival had come to realise the bartender might actually have had similar experiences. Plus, he had made it very clear there was a topic of conversation he didn’t want to approach, and Percival was very happy to avoid it at the moment. He just wanted a drink, and someone to scowl with.