#hp au rp

[itsokaytobegaydontbesad]

Here I am thinking of writing a fanfiction about Harley being promised to Walbert (who is man!Walburga), but Tori (idk, I can’t come up with other name for Tom) is against so tries to take Harley away. But she doesn’t want to ruin the tradition and family connections, so she always chooses Walbert

[desolationisall]

A study in:

Thriving in the chaos. The expectations of the eldest daughter. Not a perfect soldier, but an even more ruthless general. Learning that love is conditional. Raising your sons and daughters the same way. The weight of being the favourite. Quiet cruelty and a rigid belief system. Manipulating the patriarchy. Always two steps ahead. Infatuation with that which could kill you. Raised like royalty. Smiling through other people's pain. A queen with no crown.

Prepare your troops general; a resistance is coming.

— Welcome, Bellatrix Black, to Desolation Comes.

[domuspromo]

greeting tags! i've been finding myself desperately reminiscing on the marauders fandom and how much fun it used to be, so consider this me reaching out to see if anyone would be interested in a modern day group. i have this idea of either making this a hogwarts as a college based group based on secret societies instead of canon OR a group focusing on the order with playable in-game missions to push the plot along. i would love some feedback on either idea or anything else you'd like to see in a group.

[speaksoftlyrp]

INDEX • GUIDEBOOK • CANONS • WANTED • DISCORD

Speak Softly is a character-driven site set at the turn of an era. Following the deaths of Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore, the world has fallen to pieces. With the "amnesty" put in place absolving both the Order and Death Eaters of their wartime crimes... where does this leave the wizarding world?

we are a jcink premium, marauders era au rp. join our discord to start chatting for early reserves and plotting.

[orphicfmpromo]

YOU’VE BEEN INVITED TO THE 1984 LONDON SEASON

Magical society is ruled by fear. Fear is a man, you see, and his name is Tom Riddle. He can’t be bested, he can’t be killed. An immortal beast who rules this world with an iron fist. His climb to power was a slow one, subtle. He was charming, he moved in the right circles, and he was willing to do whatever it took to gain the upper hand. He would kill his political opponents, and never be caught. He would manipulate people around him until they did exactly what he wanted. He was elected Minister For Magic in 1975, and has ruled magical society in Great Britian ever since.

The members of the wizarding world have recently gathered for the 1984 London Social Season, and all is well. What Tom Riddle doesn’t know, however, is that some members of his highest society are working in secret against him. Evil will never have the support of every man, and there are those who ache and hope for a better world, for a return to the peace they remember of their childhood, who mourn lost friends. The Order of the Phoenix died a long time ago, with the death of Albus Dumbledore, but that doesn’t mean that revolution is impossible. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley now work in secret with their agents, operating within pureblood society itself to gather information and bring Tom Riddle down from the inside. The Orpheus Society operates from the well guarded walls of the Black Family manor, and they’ve just had a breakthrough. Regulus Black has a hunch about Tom Riddle’s supposed immortality, and our group of revolutionaries is about to discover the Dark Lord’s most guarded secrets.

orphicfm is a new alternate universe harry potter marauders era roleplay set in a dark world where tom riddle rules the magical world. join the characters as they work against him to overthrow his oppressive government and attempt to protect their friends and family as they do it. click the source link to be directed to the main!

[everythingisromant1c]

p1: chemistry read w/ co-star!james

co-star!james potter x actress!reader

summary: before filming can start, your director has to ofc find the perfect person to play your love interest, + what better way to do that than to have a chemistry read?

a/n: i will not pretend to know anything abt film/tv production so this is more than probably innaccurate 🙏 also this first one is not my best work but dw more drama will ensue. <33

full series - masterlist

You'd wanted this job more than anything. You'd worked harder than anyone you knew to kickstart your acting career and knew this opportunity was just the way to do it. When your agent called you about an audition for the lead role in a new show titled 'South Bay'—a drama named after the L.A. region itself—and gave you a sample of the pilot script, saying you fell in love with it wouldn't be a stretch. And after those few months later when you'd received the call that you'd gotten the part, it was safe to say you were walking on clouds for weeks afterward.

Your amazing director Minerva had cast you first and foremost, knowing your role was key to the show's success, and you'd already built a strong relationship with her after just a few weeks of knowing her.

After casting you, she'd informed you that the show's next order of business was finding someone to play your character's—Cassidy's—love interest, Aaron. When she'd told you that initially, you didn't think anything of it. But when she told you they already had gone through the first round of auditions for the role and that it was time for the infamous chemistry reads, you had to try your hardest to stay completely calm.

Aside from the fact that you'd soon be meeting the person you'd have to spend hours working with every day for God knows how many months, you also knew that the casting directors were going to be looking extra careful at the romantic chemistry you were supposed to have with the actors they brought in. You willed yourself not to get worked up when the morning came for the chemistry reads with the men auditioning for Aaron, and reminded yourself that your role in the show was already secured. Yet, for some reason, you were still on edge.

Luckily, the casting directors had narrowed down their options from the hundreds of actors who had come to audition for the role of Aaron originally to just a handful, making your job much easier. By the time noon came around, you'd already read from the script with three different candidates.

Just as you'd expected, they each had done a close-to-perfect job in their auditions. Your personal favorite was the second actor you'd read lines with, a sandy-haired guy named Remus who you thought was a really nice person as well as actor. It was important to you that the person you were going to have to pretend to be romantically interested in was a person you at least liked, and it was all too easy to imagine working with someone like Remus.

You'd expressed your thoughts to Minerva when she'd asked for them, and she nodded in agreement—a good sign—before the two casting directors beside her were calling for her attention.

"This next one, Minerva," cooed the curly-haired woman you knew as Poppy from next to her, "we think you're going to like."

"Am I?" she asked, lips curling up.

"Oh yes. When we saw him we knew right away we had to bring him in for the chemistry reading." Poppy nodded to you. "He looks promising. And he certainly has the background; his parents are Euphemia and Fleamonet Potter."

The other casting director hummed in agreement, not hiding their impressed and widened eyes. "Not to mention, he has that accent."

You had to fight your expression from turning sour. A Potter? If there was one thing you didn't appreciate in the world of acting, it was nepotism. After working so hard and starting from the ground up to get your acting career where it currently was, the last thing you wanted was to have to see your director swoon over some guy just because of who his parents were.

Nonetheless, you had faith in Minerva to pick the person who truly deserved the job. You watched her nod at the two women beside her, intrigued nonetheless. She waved a hand over to the security guard by the door in the corner of the room.

"Bring Potter in?"

The burly man nodded and exited the room briefly, and not a minute had gone by before he returned with the man you assumed was the young Potter in tow.

You subconsciously stood up straighter when you saw him, trying to push away any premeditated opinions of the man approaching. Brown curls and a genetically gifted bone structure you could see from feet away, he walked into the room confidently with reason. He immediately offered the security guard who had brought him into the room a handshake, and you watched as the tall brick wall of a man lit up with a bright smile from the gesture. Potter then rolled out more charming words of greeting to the director and casting directors, and you took the opportunity to scan him over in more detail.

With an interest you couldn't explain, you saw that he was strikingly handsome in the kind of way you'd expect the son of two celebrities to be; he was wearing a black t-shirt that clung to him flatteringly, with that sort of movie-star quality you knew audiences always swooned over. It didn't help that the moment he walked in you saw each of the directors turn to each other with raised brows and suggestive smiles that only widened when he introduced himself, charmingly posh British accent and all. You had to fight back from rolling your eyes at their reactions.

"James," greeted Poppy, standing up from her seat to give the man a handshake.

"Poppy," the man regarded, and you felt your eyebrows raise at the fact that he was already on a first-name basis with the head casting director.

She sat back down after a moment, keeping her attention on the man—James—as she spoke. "James, this is Minerva McGonagall, the Director of South Bay."

"I'm such an admirer of your work, Mrs. McGonagall. My parents took me to see your adaptation of Henry Shay's novel about three times when it first came out."

Your parents, you thought internally with some distaste; the famous actor and actress power couple. You had to stop yourself from shaking your head.

"Please, just Minerva," the director responded warmly, and you noted that she hadn't told any of the other actors to call her by her first name. "And thank you."

Poppy nodded happily before she held out an alarming hand towards you. "And let me introduce you to the wonderful actress who is going to be playing South Bay's leading lady Cassidy Ward."

You plastered on a smile and introduced yourself as plainly and confidently as you could, definitely not feeling suddenly conscious of your appearance as his warm-colored eyes raked over you.

James took that second to scan you over before realizing with a simmering feeling in the planes of his chest that there was something special about you he couldn't make out, something that had him wanting to greet you with more than a handshake. He refrained, thankfully, not saying anything after you finished introducing yourself for a second you felt was a beat too long, before scrambling to hold out a hand to you.

"I'm James. James Potter," he said as if you hadn't been already made aware of his last name. "It's an honor to get to meet you."

You didn't know why but his clear flattery only made you more uneasy of him, knowing it was something he'd probably gotten used to pulling out to impress whatever important or famous people he was busy meeting through all the connections he probably had.

You stopped yourself in your tracks; you were being unfair. You'd only known the guy, if you call it knowing him, for under a minute. Shaking off the odd feeling that was creeping its way into your stomach, you shook his held out hand with a polite nod, though that didn't the prying feeling inside you go away.

"Alright." Minerva clapped her hands together, looking between the two of you. "We're just going to do a read-through of scene number thirty-four, Episode three." She motioned towards the camera crew set up behind her, them shooting her a thumbs up.

She turned back around, looking between you and James pointedly. "Remember, your characters Cassidy and Aaron are the only two characters in the show who have known each other for longer than just a few months. They're close. That connection has to be visible, however you want to show that to us."

You didn't know why, but you felt uneasy. You nodded at Minerva regardless, seeing the supportive but anticipatory look behind her eyes as she glanced between you and the man now standing in front of you like you held the answers to all her problems.

James looked surprisingly calm and collected, like there was nothing in the world that could make the James Potter nervous. The more you looked at him and the confident set of his shoulders, the more you thought that was true.

Your director smiled. "Whenever you're both ready."

You nodded, taking a breath in before turning to James. "Where were you last night?"

You watched as James reacted to you in character, his strong brows pulling inwards. "What do you mean?"

You momentarily were taken aback by the almost effortless switch in his accent, but pushed the thought aside. "Last night. When everyone else was at Ryan's party. Where were you?"

He shrugged slightly. "I was in my dorm."

"Really? Because I knocked on your door and no one answered."

"I must've been sleeping. Why do want to know so badly?"

"I don't know, maybe because half the football team got caught last night breaking into the Dean's office."

"You don't think I did that, do you?"

You stared at him and then down at the floor. James—or Aaron, really—shook his head at you, his tone dropping. "I can't believe this."

Then he turned away from you and, as the script had told you to, you grabbed his wrist softly.

"Aaron, wait," you called, and the connection of your fingers to his arm had them tingling with a certain kind of teeming energy, though you didn't let it show on your face. "Of course I don't think you did it. I just don't know what to think. We're supposed to be best friends, yet you won't even tell me where you were."

James let a second pass before he said his next line, and it was like you could see his character's inner turmoil flickering through his mind restlessly when he said, "You want to know where I was, Cassidy?" You nodded. "I was talking with your Professor."

"Professor Brown?" you frowned. "Why?"

"I was trying to get him to let you submit your final thesis late."

"What? You know he told me I couldn't because-"

"Because of me." He paused dramatically, stern jaw working. "The only reason you missed the deadline was because you were helping me when I got too drunk to even make it up the stairs to my dorm."

"That's ... that's really nice of you, Aaron, but you know how Brown is-"

"He's letting you turn it in late for full credit."

"What?" You widened your eyes. "How did you ..."

"I told him how it was my fault you missed the deadline. And I told him about how good of a student you are, how you've never turned in anything late once, not even when we were in high school. But most importantly," he took a step closer to you to hold your hand, something you noted wasn't in the script but made your fingers flood with feeling. "I told him what a good person you were. How kind you are. Even to idiots like me who get black-out drunk during finals week."

You blinked at him, letting a smile overtake your face for a moment. "You really didn't have to."

"I did."

He squeezed your hand and, even if it was only acting, the way he was looking at you so meaningfully made something in your chest tighten excitedly. You didn't have to act when you shifted your gaze to the ground nervously. Why the hell were you nervous? "I don't know how the hell you got him to say yes."

"Well, I also have to wash his car for free for the next six months, but that's just a small detail."

You let your jaw drop. "I can't believe you'd do that for me."

"Of course I would." James took another step closer, still holding tight onto your hand and not breaking the immobilizing eye contact he'd established with you the whole while. "I'd do anything for you, Cassidy."

He nodded slowly, truly looking invested. Then, in a beat as short as a breath but one that must've felt like minutes to you as you stood there unmovingly, he leaned forward. All you could do was blink as his handsome—ugh, handsome—face neared yours before tilting itself to the right, where he left a soft but lingering kiss on your downstage cheek.

Then he pulled away again, the distance between you maybe a few inches smaller than before, before finally whispering, "Anything."

That definitely was not in the script. Your eyes blinked in an alarm that surely was no longer in character, but James looked unbothered, something you were finding was his natural state of being.

You felt your mouth go slightly dry at the intensity behind his eyes as he looked at you, but the last thing you could do was look away now, so you stayed rooted in your place in front of James as you waited for your signal to break character. Waited and waited; you felt dizzy.

"Cut!"

Minerva immediately clapped, the casting directors doing the same, and you felt like you could finally breathe as you dropped James's hand that was still holding yours and turned away from him, not sparing the man a second glance for nervous reasons you couldn't place. Maybe it was because of the fact that the feeling of his stupid lips was still lingering on your cheek.

Your director's tone was neutral when she said, "Great job, you two," though you watched as she turned passionately toward the two casting directors and they began speaking in hushed tones.

You shook your leg subtly as you waited, an antsy habit that you couldn't identify the current cause of, and you felt James lean down next to you, something that sent a nauseating feeling of déjà vu through you.

"Don't worry," he whispered lowly, taking your mannerisms as a sign of distress. He noted that even when frowning you looked extremely pretty, though at his words you left his lips your frown only deepened. "You did great."

You turned to him in confusion and some offense, trying to keep your voice hushed as you asked, "Excuse me?"

He shrugged a shoulder, eyes flicking over your figure for a split second that you definitely noticed. "You just looked tense, is all."

You stared at him blankly, not knowing what he could possibly be implying. Was he saying your acting looked tense? That you didn't look sure of yourself? Like you weren't already the lead and that he was the one auditioning? 

You fought the urge to say that maybe you looked tense because he'd just kissed you on the cheek out of nowhere, and stayed defiantly silent. When you didn't say anything back he let his lips turn up into a lopsided smile that you were sure must work on all the ladies, almost a smirk, and he nudged you in the shoulder a bit like you were old friends. Who was this guy?

Whatever you thought he meant by the statement, you didn't get to say anything back, because Minerva had pulled away from her conversation and was staring expectantly at the two of you. You did your best to soften your expression away from offended and back to neutral.

"Well," she said, turning to the man beside you. "Thank you, James, for coming in."

"Thank you," he responded, tipping his head politely. Then he took a step forward and shook each of the casting director's hands, and you watched with a foul taste in your mouth as their lips visibly fought against fond smiles.

When he turned back around, he held his hand out to you as well, and you regarded it for a moment before shaking it like you did at the start of his audition, though this time it was definitely against your will. His hand was warm and smooth, like he hadn't worked a day in his life, and you hated the fact that you even noted how it felt at all.

Like he knew you didn't enjoy his presence, he smiled at you with something knowing shining in his eyes that you hated before he took his leave, the door to the room shutting behind him.

"That was ..." began Poppy, shaking her head slowly, "Perfect. Just perfect."

You couldn't help the way your lips parted almost exhasperatedly. "Really?" You hoped you hadn't revealed your surprise in your tone.

"Yes," Minerva responded instead, also seeming to be in awe. "Wow." She gestured with her hands exuberantly. "It was like I could see the show coming to life right in front of me."

"Not to mention the chemistry between you two." Poppy tipped her head at you, smirking as she fanned herself. "I mean, wow."

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything you'd regret. Your throat felt dry. If you heard one more 'wow' from any of their mouths in reference to James Potter again you thought you were going to lose it. You tried to keep the premonition out of your voice as you bravely asked, "So, do you think you're going to cast him?"

Minerva paused for a moment in thought before answering you. "I mean, he was the last actor we're considering for the role, and I think he was the best we've seen today." She looked between the two other casting directors who nodded agreeingly at her words. "But I'd like to know your thoughts."

You blinked at her. "My thoughts?"

"Well, yes," she answered plainly. "He's going to be playing your love interest. And I like to hear my actor's opinions."

You pursed your lips at her words, feeling flattered but also not knowing how you were feeling at the prospect of having to work with James all the time. Although, deep within you, something was nagging at you—something you absolutely did not like—and telling you your answer.

The truth was, the scene you acted out with James felt realer, had come to life more than it had with any of the other actors that day. Maybe it was because he'd taken such liberties with the role, sure, but regardless, he did a great job. The thought made you hate yourself when you finally took a breath in to speak.

"He ..." you began unsurely, and then sighed. "He was great. Really great."

"Perfect!" Minerva clapped her hands together again, and something in your stomach churned. "We'll make contact with him as soon as possible." Her eyes twinkled as she regarded you. "I can't wait to have you two leading South Bay. I have nothing but hope."

"And," Poppy added, "it'll be great for publicity having a Potter in our cast."

The two other directors at the table nodded and murmured in agreement, and you fought from sighing. You thought of the days you'd spend on set with James Potter, of all people, not only having to get along with him but connect with him, with someone who clearly thought they were above you, enough to reassure you when you had already gotten the lead role. And then you thought of what it would be like to release South Bay to the public, your first leading role, only for Potter's undeniably charming face to be the audience's main focus. It left a sour feeling in your mouth.

But it wasn't just that horrible premonition that annoyed you; you didn't know exactly what bugged you about him in particular but you knew it hadn't gone away with his formal handshake or well-practiced manners. In fact, that'd probably only worsened the feeling.

But there was nothing you could really do about it now. At least, not if you planned on keeping your job. You were a professional, you knew that. But that didn't mean it was going to be easy to maintain that title. You really did sigh then, and something rooted in your gut told you it was going to be a long year of shooting.

[hollowdeath]

some personal n s f w headcanons about harry <3

CW: fem!reader, mentions of rough/aggressive sex, breeding, & public sex

switch. literally the definition of a switch. some days he's completely stressed out and can't seem to catch a break so he takes it out on you. needy, sloppy, rushed kisses leading to aggressive groping and clothes coming off, sometimes ripped off, before roughly using you for his own pleasure. other days he's completely overwhelmed with his responsibilities and just needs to be taken care of. puppy dog eyes and shy gestures leading to soft kisses, breathy moans, and dry humping. harry begging "please, please touch me, need you so bad", whining, pleading, just so so needy and soft with you. loves when you're on top. secretly kinky: being choked, being tied up, anything to give you the control.

oral fixation. i mean, i think we can all agree that harry loves, and i mean loves, eating pussy. you might have to beg him to stop due to the overstimulation, otherwise he would be there for hours if you let him. from soft, firm kisses down your stomach to eager, loving bites on your thighs to full on making out with your pussy, he quite literally lives for the experience. and dont even get him started on face sitting...the way you look down at him and use his mouth for your own pleasure could easily send him over the edge multiple times.

breeding kink!!! this boy loves nothing more than the risk of finishing inside you, it just makes it that much more enjoyable. of course the physical sensation itself feels incredible on its own, but the intimacy it creates between the two of you is what makes it so, so hot. the trust you have in each other makes you only more attracted to the other. whether it's you begging for it or harry telling you to "take it, baby, you take me so well", its almost an unspoken agreement that it's the preferred way to finish things off for both of you. he loves stepping back and watching his cum spill out of you, though most of the time it feels so good he just stays inside of you until he catches his breath.

nudes. oh, how he cherishes his collection of dirty photos of you. like i've said before, i think harry would be really into film photography, and that would include taking photos of you in his favorite poses and positions, developing them, and keeping them in a safe place to look at when he misses you. he keeps his favorite one in his wallet; nothing too vulgar, just something sexy for when he needs a smile. sometimes he stops in the middle of foreplay and politely asks for your consent to get his camera and take a picture of you because, "you just look so lovely from right here". he'll spend the next few minutes taking photos, complimenting you between them as he gets all the right angles. "so, so beautiful. just like that. god, you're amazing."

voyeurism. not a lot of people would think harry is into public displays of affection because he's a bit shy and reserved around other people, but that only makes it more tempting for him. he's always trying to subtly touch you whenever he can get away with it. alone in an aisle of a store? he's already grabbing a handful of your ass. waiting for dinner in a crowded restaurant? his hand's halfway up your skirt. nobody's around in the forbidden forest? he's sure the creatures in there would love to see you put on a show for him. he just can't help himself sometimes, something about letting everyone know that you're his girl and that he isn't afraid of showing them really gets him going.

dirty talk. harry seems like the type of guy to talk you through it, if you know what i mean. he really takes pride in his ability to make you cum just from his words. he knows exactly what turns you on, whether its praise or degradation, and uses it to his advantage often. from "you look so pretty taking me so well, sweetheart" to "just take it like a good little slut" real quick. LOVES nicknames and titles in bed; absolutely loses his mind if you reply "yes, sir" to anything he says. again, he's a switch, so he loves when you take control and talk dirty with him too. he has a particularly soft spot for being praised because all he wants is to be a good boy for you.

[uhhlifeig]

Spirit - October 20 - word count: 417 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin stood onstage, arms crossed and looking every bit like the grumpy old man he was playing.

“Alright, let’s go over the Christmas Present scene again,” McGonagall called from the back of the room, her voice echoing through the empty theater. “Sirius, can you try and stay on script this time?”

Sirius grinned widely. “Of course. I’ve got it this time. No problem.”

Remus shot him a sideways glance. The noiret had said the same thing the last three times.

They reset, Remus as Scrooge, and Sirius as the Spirit of Christmas Present. The rest of the cast lingered near the stage wings, waiting for their cues- or, more accurately, waiting for Sirius to improvise the scene for the fourth time.

“And… begin!” McGonagall called from her seat.

Sirius stepped forward. “COME, EBENEZER SCROOGE! Come and… uhh, come and party with me. I am the Ghost of Christmas Present- uhh, look upon me and weep?”

Remus sighed. “You’re kidding me. Sirius, your line is ‘Come and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present! Look upon me. You have never seen the likes of me before?’’”

Sirius snapped his fingers. “Right! Right. Got it.”

From the wings, James, lounging casually on a folding chair from their last production, chuckled. “How come Remus knows your lines better than you do, Pads? Seems kinda counter-intuitive, if you ask me.”

The rest of the cast stifled their laughter, but Remus pressed on. 

“Never,” he continued, ignoring Sirius’s grin.

Sirius beamed, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s where you’re wrong, Ebenezer. You… uh… you’ve never… known my brethren… better?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “It’s ‘Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family?’”

Sirius snapped his fingers again. “Yes! That’s the one! ‘Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family?’”

Remus sighed. “I am afraid I have not. Have you many brothers, spirit?”

Sirius stepped closer. “I have…uh…one. And, er this is… uh…” He glanced around the stage, looking for inspiration. “This is a very nice table we’ve got here.”

James nearly fell off his chair, roaring with laughter. “He’s really nailing it this time.”

Marlene, sitting next to him, shook her head, her face lit up with amusement. “This is gold.”

Remus suddenly had the urge to slam his head into a wall. “Sirius. Please. It’s more than 1800.”

Sirius blinked, as if remembering something important. “Ah, yes! More than 1800! Right! I knew that.”

This rehearsal was going to last forever.

(lines from A Christmas Carol, adapted by Ed Monk)

[sapphic-saints]

Intro Post!

Hey y'all, it's DORCAS!!

If you haven't heard of me: I'm Dorcas Meadowes, the guitarist/backup vocalist for Pantheon. I play electric and acoustic guitar. If you've got any questions about our band, hit me up!

I am:

➣ 18 years old

➣ proudly lesbian

➣ a demi-girl (she/they)

➣ African-American

A little about my URL (sapphic-saints):

The saints part is because my namesake is a Christian saint. I grew up Catholic, and was named after Dorcas/Tabitha, a disciple of Jesus and the patron saint of seamstresses and tailors. During her life, she sewed clothing for those in need. When she died, the village widows showed Saint Peter some of the clothes she'd made as evidence of her charity, and he reincarnated her as a saint.

The sapphic part is for two reasons; one is because I'm a lesbian and thought it would be funny, but the other is a nod to Sappho, the Greek poet. Sappho was a bisexual woman who lived on the island of Lesbos between 630 BCE and 570 BCE. (The word sapphic comes from her name.) Dorcas means gazelle in Greek, which is why I chose a Greek poet as part of my URL.

My bandmates/bffs:

@astronomic-nerd Reggie <3 <3 the only sane person in our band

@bat-barty-junior Barty, my favourite sleep paralysis demon

@roses-n-bones Evan, probably a psychopath (but who cares??)

@panda-sometimes-preforms Pandora <3 <3 they are an angel who has never ever ever set any studios on fire ;)

Other people:

@jamie-and-co James Potter

@im-not-joking Sirius Black

@remus-moony-lupin Remus Lupin

@petey-p Peter Pettigrew

@notyouraverage-mary Mary Macdonald

@marls-boros-bitch Marlene McKinnon (ugh)

This is a Marauders roleplay blog. If you're racist, misogynist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. then you'd probably hate me irl, so get out! If you're not, feel free to interact – I love to chat <3

Oh, and if you're also part of this roleplay and you want to post a photo your character 'took' of Dorcas – no problem, just use a photo of Marsai Martin. She's my favourite fancast, I can't see anybody else as Dorcas <3

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[desolationisall]

A year after the DARK LORD VOLDEMORT has seized control of the ministry, the world groans under the weight of change. Old Blood rituals and traditions — vile and segregating — are brought back and encouraged. It's a horrifying time. Hogwarts remains one of the only sanctuaries in these trying times. Muggleborns have stopped receiving letters, for fear of them being traced. The child and families are often taken and hidden as soon as they show signs of magic; for fear of being found by snatchers and taken in to the Muggle-Born Registration Commission. And with the uprising of technology and the inability to hide the wizarding world from the muggle world any longer, new trouble brews on the horizon. MAW (Muggles against Wix) have taken it upon themselves to push back against the death eaters after their homes have been raided and families have been lost. They don't seem to care much about Order or Death Eaters; they only care that Wix are eliminated. Will you join the death eaters in upholding this damaged world and spreading the dark lord's reach out of Great Britain? Or will you side with the order and bring light back?

DESOLATION COMES is a 21+ Marauders AU Roleplay group. Set in a modern day Britain. While many took the Dark Lord's uprising as the end of the war, the resistance still fights and stands strong. Join us as we delve into the dark, dystopian world. Anti-jkr, pro world building, Character + writer driven and focused.

Writers: 7/16

Characters | Apply | WORLD STATE | Members | Discord Link

[cookihearts]

Stopppppp why does he look like an EYEBROW HAIR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[bunbunbl0gs]

Hermione🌙🌹💋

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@rosieandthethorns

[t-biasss]

Do you like marauders and rp?

Then boy do I have the thing for you and all you need is discord So I have a discord server and not enough people(We have like 4 people or something) So currently our only taken characters are: Pandora, Regulus, Remus and Barty It's a pirate/royal au We have tons of ships like: Wolfstar, Pandalily, Jegulus, Rosekiller, Dorlene and more So please join https://discord.gg/HpRVmsB8

[princeps-lucis]

Don't be shy, let's dance ~

Come on, dance with us!

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✨️ Playing Harry Potter:Magic Awakened? Join us! All Harry Potter and Hogwarts Legacy fans welcome in our humble abode (for 13+)

[orphicfmpromo]

YOU’VE BEEN INVITED TO THE 1984 LONDON SEASON

Magical society is ruled by fear. Fear is a man, you see, and his name is Tom Riddle. He can’t be bested, he can’t be killed. An immortal beast who rules this world with an iron fist. His climb to power was a slow one, subtle. He was charming, he moved in the right circles, and he was willing to do whatever it took to gain the upper hand. He would kill his political opponents, and never be caught. He would manipulate people around him until they did exactly what he wanted. He was elected Minister For Magic in 1975, and has ruled magical society in Great Britian ever since.

The members of the wizarding world have recently gathered for the 1984 London Social Season, and all is well. What Tom Riddle doesn’t know, however, is that some members of his highest society are working in secret against him. Evil will never have the support of every man, and there are those who ache and hope for a better world, for a return to the peace they remember of their childhood, who mourn lost friends. The Order of the Phoenix died a long time ago, with the death of Albus Dumbledore, but that doesn’t mean that revolution is impossible. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley now work in secret with their agents, operating within pureblood society itself to gather information and bring Tom Riddle down from the inside. The Orpheus Society operates from the well guarded walls of the Black Family manor, and they’ve just had a breakthrough. Regulus Black has a hunch about Tom Riddle’s supposed immortality, and our group of revolutionaries is about to discover the Dark Lord’s most guarded secrets.

orphicfm is a new alternate universe harry potter marauders era roleplay set in a dark world where tom riddle rules the magical world. join the characters as they work against him to overthrow his oppressive government and attempt to protect their friends and family as they do it. click the source link to be directed to the main!

[wlsdomsdaughter]

hi everyone! lately i've been thinking about a marauders kinda modern gossip girl au but based in london instead of ny, high society, family drama (black family mostly), jegulus, wolfstar and many others... i just don't really have anyone to roleplay with. i don't have much in mind except the general idea and i'd like to rp james, other than that would anyone be interested in brainstorming and rp this?? having watched gossip girl is not a requirement since we'd only use the "site that posts gossip about people" plot, everything else would be entirely made up. i'd like the characters to have twitter accounts to react to what gossip girl posts and to interact with each other so it can be funnier, but it's not a requirement either, there's nothing decided. also pls anyone who was born after 2006 maybe dont interact since it'd be uncomfortable to rp with minors... if you are interested dm me? and if you aren't help spread this? and thanks!!