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thephoebeyates · 3 months ago
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≈ blue harbor university campus, tuesday 3rd september. with @jamesxbennett . for task#004 — randomizer #1.
Being busy was good. Keeping her mind occupied was good. Unfortunately though, everything had just been a bit too quiet for Phoebe’s liking. The staff at the paper were clearly perturbed by her sudden insistence on helping with any and all tasks round the office, and she had to blink back tears when someone asked if she was okay, because she was acting strange. 
She was, she insisted. She was fine.
After that, they gave her the afternoon off, and she decided to go see if the professor running the creative writing seminar she had signed up to attend was in, or to at least find out their office hours. When that too turned into a fruitless endeavor as they were in class, Phoebe unexpectedly found herself lost. And alone. And susceptible to thinking about the last forty-eight hours. 
Then it was like someone somewhere answered her prayers when she spotted James Bennett walking across the campus and in her direction. She didn’t know him that well outside of being Nilay’s friend, and then felt a pang of guilt when she remembered the comments Eli had made about the curator working a lot more than usual lately, but couldn’t pinpoint why. So wrapped up in her own bubble, she didn’t even know what was going on with her friend. But maybe James did, so she waved him over when he happened to glance up. “Hey! James, right? Fancy seeing you here!”
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backtotheo · 1 year ago
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back on his side of the bar, theo fell back into the routine, picking at the label on his bottle and nodding along with james' explanation. he tried not to overthink jilted lovers. he'd had his fair share of those, especially in the last few years. he followed her gaze to the guy in question and then let his eyes flick across the bar until he found a skinny guy tucked away in a corner table with a couple of friends who was watching the other couple out of the corner of his eye. "skinny jeans. three o'clock." he pointed the lip of his beer bottle towards the girl he was with. "she's clearly his beard."
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"Not important." She dismissed with a wave of her hand, followed by a roll of her eyes as he finger-gunned at her. She would have helped him back over the bar with a oh-so-friendly shove if he hadn't tipped her as he went, finding herself smiling in satisfaction instead. Relaxing back against the bar, the bartender allowed her eyes to also wander before turning to peer at whatever her friend was pointing at, fingers drumming along her jawline as she peered at the couple. "Jilted lovers, obviously. Look at the intensity in their eyes, the passion in their hunched postures." She pointed to the guy to the left, the taller and more brawny of the two. "That guy cheated for sure. But who with?"
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spellbindingnights · 1 year ago
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@midnightrainrp
It wasn't the first time that she came to Los Angeles. Dalia flew there twice a month in order to have meetings, meetings that any aspiring musician would kill to have. For her it was different, or at least one could say she had a lot of mixed feelings about it. She was writing songs for them, delivering hit after hit and letting other people sing about her feelings. It didn't feel right, but at the same time it was extremely flattering, and she couldn't help but to wonder: would her own songs still be successful if she were the one singing them instead of the hottest indie band at the moment?
The producers were insisting on her recording her album, Capitol Records was offering her an extremely generous deal, but Dalia wasn't sure. Did she want all that exposure? Especially with an already famous sister who became famous in the first place by humilliating her in her monologues.
Writing songs was her comfort song, even if she sometimes got upset with the musical treatment that they got. She wished she could have more control, but that necessarily meant her exposing herself. So she now left the building with the promise of thinking about it. Dalia walked to her rented car and drove to the restaurant she was supposed to meet James for lunch.
She was surprised to get a message from him, but he was her best friend - or used to be - and she hadn't seen him in years. Last time she saw him was before he left with his girlfriend, leaving her completely heartbroken and lonely. Not that he had to know that.
She arrived to the restaurant just in time. Hadn't her mind been so caught up with the offer from Capitol Records, she would've been more nervous about meeting James. She parked, got out of the car and locked it. Dalia smothered her outfit before walking into the restaurant. She spotted her old friend almost instantly and took off her sunglasses, putting them back into the case as she made her way to the table.
"Hello, stranger" she greeted him with a big smile.
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asagi-nai · 1 year ago
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xboutlxstnightmuses · 4 years ago
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@glittercndcrimscn​
It wasn’t going pretty well for James that day. Well, he was indeed overly excited about his date-if he could call it that. He had a weird history with exes, and he still wasn’t sure if he should call it a date. But they were going to that cute restaurant where  they went on their very first date. That was a good occassion to reunite, right? All those thoughts didn’t stop moving in his head, as he was getting ready for that. He was going to use the subway and then walk from there. He did feel quite insecure, because that distance he had to walk wasn’t very safe, but he always ignored it and see, nothing has happened so far. He arrived in front of the restaurant, waiting for the man of the hour to arrive. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, mainly because of the cold combined the excitement that he was feeling. 40 minutes in and the ex-hoping-to become-something-more-again hadn’t arrived. James had already leaned in against the wall and started checking his social media...until a message popped up saying that he isn’t going to make it. He huffed....it was quite predictable. Without replying back to him, he started walking back to the subway. 
The downtown was so loud, people were walking up and down the street. It suddenly felt safer. One of his skills was to walk and look at his mobile, so he casually did that. He didn’t know why he was torturing himself by looking at his photos with exes together. It didn’t help at all. Suddenly, he listened to screams and it was like someone fired a gun. He was taken away from his trance of being-single-forever sadness and looked at the opposite side of the road. Someone was actually shot...and they were pointing a gun at someone else now. He let out a small scream and stopped thinking as survival mode kicked in and started running. Not knowing where, just ran and ran, until he fell on someone. “Run for your life”, his voice came out so squeaky and desperate, as he tried to think clearly. The sound of the gun shots was throbbing in his ears; he didn’t know if there were more of them or it was just the previous ones in his head.
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pitymisskitty · 7 months ago
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Furniture Store
"Tara, I'm not supposed to be picking out furniture for a house that isn't even mine," Kitty said sweetly to her sister as she looked at coffee tables, hoping to find the ugliest one to make her sister regret asking her to do this. Of course, Tara wasn't an idiot, and this was less about Kitty picking out furniture and more about her picking it up. As the family's resident member with super strength, she got to do the heavy lifting if she had the day off. "Fuck, yeah, okay, I'll get the one you ordered. Pinky promise... yes it still applies over the phone." She hung up and then glanced up as she heard a voice. "Uh, green and brown look really good together," she said. "Green's, like, my favorite color. Oooh, or black. Try not to do read unless you want it to be Christmas flavored."
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open starter - @lunarcovestarters when - Mid day during the week where - varying locations across Lunar Cove notes - DM me on disco to plot an established connect if you'd like! :)
The last place in Lunar Cove Jamie called home was no longer a place he was welcome. Not that he expected to be after he skipped town, but he had his reasons. A laundry list of things he was avoiding now, as to remain out of the pit of despair they put him in. He'd promised his sisters he'd behave, uphold their good family name in the community. Aside from a little too much to drink the other night and a run in with she whom he would not name, James was doing good. One might say he was being productive, even, as he sought to fill his empty house with furniture suitable for a family man and not a bachelor.
You choose what James is shopping for! At a...
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Mattress Store
How these places stayed in business James didn't know. He thought all mattress stores were a money laundry front because who bought a mattress all that often? It'd certainly been awhile since he'd had the need, and he didn't know where to start. Of course, the sales associate directed him to the most expensive bed on the floor, but there was something about a purple mattress he didn't like. He was eyeing an Alaskan King when he caught someone appear in his peripheral vision, and he asked. "Is there such a thing as too much bed?"
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From one couch cushion to another, James plopped in and out of seats. A time or two, he teleported between sofas, doing his best to asses what felt the most right. Comfort was important, as was the aesthetic. He had an artistic side that quietly enjoyed interior design, though he lacked the skills of an expert decorator. "I love it, but..." What would his mother say about a green couch? Growing up, their family home was shades of beige. Maybe it was why he now craved color. "..if the couch is green what color should the rug be?"
Superstore
Eyes crinkled with the formation of crows feet narrowed in scrutiny at the back of a Terra Kaffe box. The thing had so many features James wasn't sure if he should tip it after every use. It was overwhelming to a man who generally lacked experience in the kitchen beyond eating what was made for him, but it felt like a responsible thing to do; learning to cook. Grownups fed themselves. "Why do I feel like this will sit in its box in a cabinet unused until I have a garage sale someday...." James put the fancy coffe machine back then put a drip pot in his cart. "Maybe I should get an air fryer.."
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lostboyjamiebevans · 4 years ago
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@j-crain​
Jamie was having a bit of a lie-in. As much as Meridium would allow anyway. Soon enough there was sun streaming in through the porthole, and he opened his eyes reluctantly, stretching, and climbing slowly out of bed. 
He dressed without any real intent - a black vest and a pair of shorts - stopping to eat a bit of mango (what harm could it do now, after all; his attunement had already been stolen), then headed for the door wondering what had taken Teak out so early. He supposed he’d find his brother sooner or later and made his way out onto the deck of the Leander, sighing contentedly as the sunshine warmed him and the island breeze brushed past. It was another beautiful day, and even though he was still processing the loss of his earth attunement, the magic he’d only just learned how to efficiently command, he had a lot to be thankful for. Glancing down at his scarred sandaled feet and his one spoilt shin, Jamie gave a little snort. Well. Maybe he didn’t need to be thankful for jellyfish stings. You had to draw a line somewhere, after all. Even Joaquin would agree with that.
Heading down to the beach though, Jamie noticed a rather good-looking bloke not quite skulking, but definitely examining the ship, perhaps looking for a nonchalant way to come aboard; and Jamie smiled, happy to be playing welcoming committee again, knowing Tomas and Iyaz would forgive his lateness this morning; and he called out, “Oi! Are you looking for someone, mate? Maybe I can help.”
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myth01s · 4 years ago
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@jameshorton​
“Well, man– I think you look great. I loved the shirt, by the way,” he really did. It wasn’t a case of James lying to someone’s face in order to make them feel better. And he would often feel it was cruel to say anything negative about someone’s looks when they didn’t have the chance of changing clothes. “My daughter chose this for me, so I also hope I’m not looking so bad either,” he stated, looking back at the floral shirt and the checkered pants.
“I’m usually wearing suits, but Maya would kill me if I decided to use it at a festival,” he chuckled. Besides, it was better to be comfortable while watching concerts happening in different stages through the club. “It’s a warm day you might even see a few people choosing to be topless at some point. So, just enjoy yourself.”
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A smile painted on his lips as relief washed over him with a sigh at the comment. “Thank you. I wish I can take credit for it, by a friend of mine chose this for me. They have great taste in these sorts of things.” If it were up to him, Tuah would simply put on a simple white t-shirt over a leather jacket and black jeans, since that was what he wore usually when he was not working. But it was a festival, and he wanted to try something different for a change. “Floral shirt and checkered pants? Your daughter has an exquisite taste. Not everyone can pull it off, you know.”
Laughter escaped him at the comment. “I agree. It’s not a bad look when you’re doing mayoral duties, but I think everyone deserves to see the fun side of you, no.” Tuah dared a little wink before hiding his smirk behind his red cup. “Although I did see someone wearing a full suit coming here, you know.” He thought he recognised the person who wore it, though he only caught a glimpse of them before they disappeared in the crowd moments after. At the comment, however, Tuah could feel his cheeks warmed, glad that half of his face was hidden behind the sunglasses. “Well, I suppose some things never change.” He tried to play it off, chuckling to himself. “I admit I’ve never heard most of the artist’s present here, but then again I haven’t been keeping up with the latest trends. Any recommendation on who to look out for?”
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felixbautista · 4 years ago
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where: Prospero Slughorn’s Mansion who: Félix Bautista and James Potter ( @themxdnightmarauder​ )
More often than not, Félix feels as if he’s not carrying his own weight in The Order. He’d go to an assignment now and then, just like the one he recently had with Remus. But only when he’s asked. Never because he volunteered. He would also heal a fellow member now and then but outside of that, his involvement has been pretty limited. 
Maybe that’s why he was attending the Halloween Masquerade. These kinds of events weren’t really his cup of tea. Nor could he afford to go to one every other week with all the flair of various outfits involved. Still, with the cheapest mask he could find and an old suit he inherited from his father, Félix made an effort to show up. If things take a turn for the worst, the Order could benefit having from having a Healer on site.
To calm his nerves, he found a fellow member also loitering about. “Hey,” he spoke as he walked towards James. Unlike him, the man exuded confidence. Or so the healer thought. “Where’s Lily? Did she not come?”
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spellbindingnights · 11 months ago
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Marianne was shocked to see him there, but she supposed it was kind of expected since they had mutual friends. After all, that's how they met. She was rather surprised by the coldness of his greeting. Sure, they weren't together anymore, but there was no need to be rude. So she stayed away from him until it was unavoidable.
She looked at him and blinked slowly, nodding her head carefully as in accepting his apology. "I was invited" she said softly. "Summer is spending the holidays with her friends" it was the first time she was alone for the holidays and she wasn't sure how to feel. "I'm okay" she responded quietly; just a bit lost with her daughter away. "You? How you been?" she then asked. @ofginjxints
open to m/f/nb old flames at a holiday party
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"I'm sorry, I must apologise for earlier - I didn't expect you here, I didn't mean to sound rude." James approached them cautiously once the party had somewhat dispersed after initial greetings. He had managed to corner them so they could speak properly. "You seem well." His words meek as he tried to pluck up the courage for more than just small talk.
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skinxxandxxbones · 4 years ago
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a warm welcome || @jf-pctter​
Edgar had been buzzing all day with the promise of the new Order members finally joining. He loved what the organization did as much – and as passionately – as he believed in it, but there was no denying that they needed numbers. Numbers and energy, and the new recruits had it in necessary spades. For the most part. 
It would do no good for Edgar to pretend he didn’t know why he had a bee in his bonnet about James Potter.  So he just refused to acknowledge it instead, pleased to think about the positives of the day (Getting some of the smartest kids he’d known back at school, Evans and Lupin and McKinnon and Meadowes! to their cause! Moody almost seemed like he was in a good mood! Tomorrow was a day off work for both of his identities!) for as long as he could. 
His face practically hurt from smiling at everyone, making pleasant conversation and issuing warm, rambling welcomes to all the recruits who came by and introduced themselves, hands out and minds open. 
But as the room cleared out and it became time to hit the bricks, Edgar decided that it was time to suck it up and give the warmest welcome he could to the one person he hadn’t gone out of his way to cross paths with all day. 
“You should be feeling mighty lucky right about now,” he said as he finally strolled up to James Potter and, well – it wasn’t the worst that could have happened. Probably. “It’s not often Alastor Moody gives out second chances, especially not to people who went out of their way to turn him down the first time.” 
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fromdusk-toausra · 4 years ago
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@jamesgpeach​
Another beautiful day in Khatanga meant another day spent outside for Ausra. She couldn’t understand how so many people here could coop themselves up in the library all day. It seemed like such a waste to get caught up in fiction or things that had happened a hundred years ago when life was passing you by just outside. She fully believed in ‘to each their own’, there was just a part of her that also wished there were more people like herself around. 
After the delightful walk out to the stables, Ausra pulled up short of the main door. It sounded like someone was in there and she was half hoping for Rhiannon. She didn’t know the woman that well, but she rather liked her, and definitely wanted to get to know her better. Poking her head inside though, she instead saw a man. The princess had seen him around the stables before, but she’d never properly met him. ‘No time like the present’, she thought before grinning broadly. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met yet.”
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gryffinborn · 5 years ago
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@redandgoldenboy
She had left the hospital in a daze, completely overwhelmed by the day’s work. It was impossible to tell if she’d done good or evil today. It hadn’t felt like a choice in the moment - she’d seen Bellatrix dying in front of her and reacted. Only afterwards had she doubted herself, felt horror at what she’d done. Concealing it as well, felt wrong, perhaps it would have been better to admit what she’d done and accept any consequences. But there had only been one person she wanted to talk to. James. Any other words coming out of her mouth had been placeholders, meant to cover up her feelings while she waited to escape. Years ago she’d disdained James, lectured him, but somewhere along the way he had become her standard of goodness. Unconsciously become the face to come to mind when she longed for comfort and forgiveness. 
In spite of that, for a while she sat in her living room, face in her hands. For more than a year now he’d been her best source of comfort. Lily longed for it now but it also came with fear, her worst fear, losing all the respect, maybe even the love, he had for her. 
Tossing powder into the fireplace, she knelt down and placed her face in the flames. It had become second nature after a while, although she’d intitially struggled with the concept. Now she barely noticed what she was doing. “James,” she called out, hoping he was home. And that none of the Marauders were there, she didn't want any of them to know. At least not yet.  “James. I need you. Please. Come over, please.” She’d fallen into repeating herself, still in shock.  
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spellbindingnights · 11 months ago
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@ofginjxints || continued from ( x )
Marianne bit her lower lip and nodded her head slowly. It had always been her and Summer, the father bailed on her the second she told him she was pregnant. She grew up to be a wonderful young woman who was making her way through life.
"Yeah..." she whispered, offering her a small but melancholic smile. The comment about work almost made her chuckle. That was such a typical James' answer. "I've been working a lot too, got some new interesting projects ahead, so that's exciting" she smiled slightly. Marianne remained in silence for a moment. "Sorry... this is kinda awkward, isn't it?" She chuckled nervously, feeling that it would be better to not ignore the elephant in the room.
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oceanfight · 6 years ago
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Twisting the knife around her fingers, Daiyu practiced some of the most basic movements, slipping it in and out of her sleeves, making it disappear in one hand and appear in another, and of course, throwing it across the room, inches away from someone’s face. 
“Like what you see?”
@shadowedclarke @youngestlongbottom
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catmazzoni · 6 years ago
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Cat had managed to get slightly tipsy, approaching the familiar figure she had seen around the fire station. “Not on duty tonight? Or secretly undercover to make sure the fire doesn’t get out of hand?”
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@jamesredemption
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