#mudblccd

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▸   @mudblccd   ⟶   ❛  ❛  are you bleeding!?  ❜ // peyton @ Craig,,,,, apocalypse verse :3c  ❜   ╱   (  angsty questions , accepting .  )

Craig doesn’t answer Peyton at first, one palm supporting him against the rough, tacky bark of a pine tree, the other held in front of his bewildered face, coated with dark red.  He presses his hand against the jagged cuts on his thigh again, distantly remembering that he has to keep pressure on wounds like that.  The wound is irregular, not caused by a weapon, and in the chaos, he failed to notice if he was caught by a branch or the dead’s claws.  Sweat beads under his dark bangs, and he presses his forehead against the tree, feeling faint, but not from blood loss.

Craig!  Help me! came Tricia’s prolonged, high-pitched shriek.  She reached for him, a tiny, pale hand stretching out from a tangle of filthy, rotting arms digging in.  Blue-black fingernails carved into her soft cheek, slogging off the left half of her face like it was made of warm butter.

He was a coward for running from her, turning his back on her before her screaming even stopped, although that followed shortly after.  But there was nothing he could do for her, and he didn’t want to die like that.  He doesn’t want to die like that now.

He looks haggardly up at Peyton, bright eyes bloodshot, tongue filling up his mouth like freshly harvested cotton.  He opens his mouth to say something, but none of his usual quips or assurances or dismissals come naturally to him at the moment.  “I got… cut,” he says hollowly instead, substituting the word ‘scratched’ because ‘cut’ lets him hang onto a sliver of hope, and turns toward her and pulls his hand away so she can see the tear in his black pants.

Suddenly, as much as he has been trying to put them off, and as much as he has succeeded for weeks, tears gush from him before he can push them down again.  “I’m scared,” he chokes, the confession ushering in the full reality of how severely he has been scared and for how long.  His chest heaves, making words difficult to conjure, but somehow, he manages, “Is… is it bad?”

[lupiinee]

he watched her carefully . remus had almost TRAINED himself to recognise micro-expressions in every single person that he had ever met , trying to figure out who he could trust , what they thought of him . so scared was remus of making the WRONG social move that he micro-managed everything he did . he was taking in her minuet changes before then tilting his head back && pulling his hand away , ensuring that he didn't draw too much attention to the bandage . clearing his throat , his expression tapered into a smile , then a chuckle as she commented that she had been DRAGGED back into the castle .

❝ yes , hogwarts tends to do that to a person , ❞ he said . his grin grew a little wider as she huffed && explained the previous professor had left her spitting hail mary's . something his catholic mother used to do when something offended her so greatly . ❝ i heard a few rumours that he wasn't well liked . ❞ he commented with ease . ❝ didn't want to ask too boldly in case you were a FAN . ❞ he added , lifting his features to examine her face carefully . after all , as bad as mr lockhart was , remus was aware that the man had quite the fanbase outside of hogwarts && in the wizarding world . && whilst remus didn't know him personally , he had read 'wandering with werewolves' && had promptly discarded the book after the first chapter , making his thoughts about the other very clear .

watching as miss palmer hoped up to sit on one of the student desks , remus gave a small nod . he figured that was the case . from the piles of essays about lockharts books that he had found && the multiple wrong class notes , remus was surprised anyone would have gained any sort of o.w.l or n.e.w.t grade in defence . ❝ i had a feeling that would be the situation , ❞ he exhaled , knowing now his workload had possibly just doubled . the defence against the dark arts class was notoriously cursed as a position .

he shook his head , moving a few papers . ❝ well , just like all teenagers then , ❞ he noted , knowing he'd figure out pretty soon who was && wasn't a troublemaker for the sake of it . he had grown up with JAMES POTTER as a friend though . so , it might be presumptuous , but remus fully imagined he would be able to deal with such behaviour .

❝ oh ! ❞ he hadn't expected the question to rebound back to him . ❝ i was a private tutor for a WHILE . ❞ two weeks before they found out about his lycanthropy , but he didn't share that with her . ❝ but this is my first official teaching post . i'm doing this as a FAVOUR for dumbledore . he asked me to return for a short while -- as long as i can . ❞ he smiled brightly before then grabbing a few tomes && moving towards a book case , stacking them together . ❝ do you ENJOY it ? ❞

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ⎯⎯⎯ mostly a curse , especially when it came to situations where she knew to leave well enough alone . it was what made her a good journalist outside the castle walls , what made her paper successful ; she asked questions , again and again and again , never letting up until she got the answer that poured water on the burning fire of want ; knowing , it was a drug , one she chased and each run becoming more reckless than the last . her gaze , as a result , lingered on the bandage for a moment ( SHE WAS AN EASY READ , EMOTIONS AND THOUGHTS WORN CLEARLY ; HEAD TILTING TO THE SIDE FOR A SPLIT SECOND ) the thought of asking is pushed away , not the time , not the place , not her business . the rational voice in her mind spoke ; internally shaking her head before focusing back on the moment .

MISS PALMER , the urge to zone back out again hits instantly ; it was a title that still , after all this time ; she wasn't used to , nose wrinkles in response , playful as lips curve ❛ that's me , another fool that the castle walls have dragged back ❜ it was work away from work , down time - peyton has never been the type to sit still for long . her gaze flickers around the room , a small huff of amusement at the mention of the previous teacher ; INSUFFERABLE , INFURIATING , even under the circumstances of his departure , peyton is damn thankful for them ; it doesn't take a seer to know that the rest of the faculty felt the same , it was like sitting in a room with a troll - staying unnaturally still and praying that he never took notice in fear of seeing it as an invitation to conversation . ❛ ah , lockheart , less said about him the better - ❜

amusement all but dances in her eyes as attention brought to the bare room , glancing around - he wasn't wrong , it felt bigger now ; more spacious , though that wasn't a bad thing ❛ no need to apologise , i mean , sure ; the room is in dire need of some love , but it's already better than how it was . . . between you and me , i started saying more hail marys before walking in than at church ❜ her gaze lingers on the creatures ⎯⎯⎯ now that got her attention , visible excitement lighting in her eyes ⎯⎯⎯ no matter how much she's seen , how many miles travelled . . . the wizarding world was an extraordinary place ❛ i wouldn't worry , catching up will be . . . easy , after last year . you'll see what i mean when you get into it , but if you need help in that regard too - ❜ she points to herself , mimicking his actions , though peyton hops up on one of the student desks , legs swinging slightly . ❛ you have no idea , luckily a few of them have the smarts to be funny about it , others . . . not so much . ❜

fingers raise , beginning to count the years on digits ❛ fffffour years ? yeah , four . ❜ hands curling on the edge of the desk ❛ what about you ⎯⎯⎯ i mean , how long have you been teaching ? ❜

[heavenlyexiled]

@mudblccd asked.

" this is no chance meeting , is it , maria ? " PEYTON IS NOT LIKE THE WOMAN BEFORE HER , and in some ways with it came a complicated mix of emotions . she was strong , bold ; knew how to defend herself , knew what she wanted and went after it like a wolf lurking in the shadows of a limping man on the side of the road . though there lies how grateful she is for it , to be all snarling teeth and drool , the double edged sword is evident . MARIA SCARED HER , but peyton continues to cling to the cross that sat neatly against collarbone ; PEYTON IS NOTHING , HAD NOTHING - WHAT USE COULD SHE BE FOR A WOMAN LIKE MARIA ? but there's one thing for sure , maria would not be stood before her if she didn't want to be ( THERE'S A STRANGE THRILL THAT SHOOTS UP HER SPINE AT THAT . )

" i'd say no, it's not. " the ginger hums out with a lopsided grin. her good eye taking in peyton before her. she never came to peyton on her own accord, so this... THIS is unsettling...

there's an uneasy tension looming over the two like the grey clouds that swallow up the blue sky above them. surely peyton hasn't done anything to get on the woman's hit list radar...

PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD A LITTLE...

the voice echoes in maria's head; a voice of an old mentor that haunts guides her to this day...

fingers twitch, so eager to reach the hilt of her knife but something catches her eye. it's glinting in the sun before it retreats into the grey clouds. A GOLD CROSS.

her brows twitch before furrowing slightly and with no words being spoken; maria calmly walks to peyton, stopping right in front of her before she reaches out, swatting peyton's hand away from cross she so desperately clings to like a LIFELINE... " you wear one...? " the question is not intended for an answer. it's more of an observation and her brows furrow more, a fine line in the crease of her brow forming. she's bewildered at first, her own gloved hand comes up to lift the necklace by the end of it as if inspecting it.

and with no explanation, she then lets go and steps back, eyeing peyton for a moment... " i need you to do something for me, " maria says as a hand rests on the jut of her hip by her gunbelt.

NO, NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THIS WASN'T THE PLAN-

" deliver this letter to saint denis' mayor. " she tells peyton simply, holding the envelope out to her. she can sense doubt about such a simple task. " it's easy. just walk up to him and say that Sister Vanetti wishes him well. "

after a moment, she waves the envelope slightly, impatiently.

[div1nity]

⌗ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝟏𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘﹕⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ⁱ⠀ ︎ᶜᵃⁿᵗ⠀ ︎ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ⠀ ︎ᵒᶠ⠀ ︎ᵃⁿʸ͟ᵗ͟ʰ͟ⁱⁿᵍ⠀ ︎worse ,⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦⠀ ︎is ⠀ ︎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚜⠀ ︎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎⠀ ︎⠀.⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ an⠀ ︎illusion⠀ ︎based⠀ ︎in⠀ ︎delusion⠀ ︎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡⠀ ︎𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝⠀ ︎is⠀ ︎𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔⠀ ︎𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏⠀ ︎⠀.⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ pole⠀ ︎dancing⠀ ︎in⠀ ︎vanity ,⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ 𝑒𝑥͟𝑖͟𝑠͟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔⠀ ︎to⠀ ︎please⠀ ︎𝑻𝑯𝑬⠀ ︎𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀⠀ ︎⠀ ︎;⠀ ︎⠀ ︎𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 ,⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ 𝚂𝙾𝙽 ⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ & ⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝚈⠀ ︎𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚃⠀ ︎misunderstanding⠀ ︎each⠀ ︎others⠀ ︎limits⠀ ︎⠀.     ⟋        private⠀,⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎selective⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎mutuals only original character ' 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ' | HIATUS - FIND ME ON MUDBLCCD .

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥⠀⠀:       river   .   twenty  five   .   england   .   mild to low activity   .   mutuals can dm for discord ( preferred method  of communication ) . memes / sentence starters never go out of date , send them at will . minors do not interact   .   going forward , there will be dead dove * heavy themes  .   ⟋        𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜⠀⠀:      ⑴ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ⑵ 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 ⑶ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⑷ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ⑸ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 ⑹ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⑺ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⑻ 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⑼ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ᵖʳᵉᵛⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵘʳˡ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 .

𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗦⠀⠀:       ⑴ 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ⑵ 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⑶ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 ⑷ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 ⑸ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ⑹ 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟗𝟔 ⑺ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 ⑻ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 ⑼ 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨 ⑽ 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 ⑾ 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 ⑿ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⒀ 𝐝𝐜 . ( unlinked = coming soon )

𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦⠀⠀:   ⑴ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⑵ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 ⑶ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐜𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐜𝐫𝐬 ⑷ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⑷ 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢 ⑸ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 .

[tedathan]

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what’s your favorite scary movie? | accepting

[txt] [to desperate cumslut]: bro you good? [txt] [to desperate cumslut]: no seriously you GOOD? [txt] [to desperate cumslut]: are you having a stroke or something? [txt] [to desperate cumslut]: there’s even some numbers in that, i know how you hate numbers [txt] [to desperate cumslut]: should i call you an ambulance?

[mysfts-aa]

                         MY   SKIN  HAS  TURNED   TO  𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽     (   HARRY  POTTER  ORIGINAL  CHARACTER  PEYTON  PALMER  )                          TO   𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘                    /                  TO   𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑳 .   

[theblackfamilysheep]

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for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user

@titanslayer -Nat..omg, you’re amazing, you write such a great Jason, you’ve got the detailed headcanons, the wonderfully written and thought out verses, and such awesome characterization topped off with great writing skills. Plus you’re one of the nicest and most welcoming muns I’ve encountered on this site, so it’s such a joy to have you on my dash and having a front row seat to Jason Grace even after the series.

@mudblccded - Aah, so while I may be a damn turtle with replies, you are an amazing Lily and I’m always excited to write with you. As I’m sure you know, you’ve got a take on Lily that’s really pretty unique to you (in my experience on here at least). She’s so tough and sassy, but still vulnerable and kind, she’s just very Lily. You’ve got a muse here that both Sirius and I love, and as a mun you’ve got to have an amazing patience and I thank you for that! And though we haven’t talked a ton ooc, with a Lily as unique and cool as your portrayal is, you’ve got to be pretty awesome too.

@seesgood - LIA, by now you’ve got to know how wonderful both you and your interpretation of Caroline are. You have to, I mean sometimes I suspect you are just secretly Caroline, I can hear her voice in your writing and the obvious love you have for her just helps bring her vividly to life. Plus if there is anyone who is worthy of Piglet as a mun fc, it’s you. You are so fucking sweet and you spread so much positivity into the rp community and I hope you know you deserve just as much of that love and positivity back, and I love having actual Caroline Forbes on my dash.

@philosophiesofwar I got you back Bea, and I’m so happy about it! You are the cutest lil mun I swear, and I missed you! But somehow, someone so sweet can write the perfect Blair Waldorf (who can be just as sweet too ofc when she wants to). Blair is a complex character who never does anything without a multitude of reasons and agendas and loves with 110% of her heart (or despises, nothing half way with Blair). But you capture all of that and that’s what makes you such a great mun for her. Not everyone can give her the complicated assessment she deserves, and Sirius would never adore her as much as he does if she wasn’t that way. So thanks for letting us have a part in it!

[paddyfeet]

mudblccded replied to your post: mudblccded replied to your post: ...

I miss you too tho!

I THOUGHT ILOST YOU 

[helpersofindie-archive]

request: justice smith as james potter & hattie watson as lily evans

[mudblccd]

tell me about despair , yours , &. i will tell you mine . meanwhile the world goes on , meanwhile the sun &. the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes , over the prairies &. the deep trees , the mountains &. the rivers ( . . . ) whoever you are , no matter how lonely , the world offers itself to your imagination , calls to you like wild geese , harsh &. exciting ──── over &. over , announcing your place in the family of things .

⌗ MUDBLCCD is an original character based in 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 as created by jk rowling , will eventually include verses from other fandoms , conjured by river . 𓆗

[lxttleking]

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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.  || Accepting

@mudblccded

{ text: Evans } Wrong Black

{ text: Evans } Merlin though I can see why Andromeda would run off with a muggleborn you’re so much prettier than pureblood witches

[quietvs]

mudblccded replied to your post:              ❝ I TOLD YOU, i don’t want to talk...

HANNAH

YAS IT IS ME 

[scarreddreams]

@mudblccded

He greeted everyone he passed with a pleasant wave, always doing his best to look cheerful no matter the situation. Even f he was no longer at the reserve, he did his best not to look at his situation as losing his way. Right now he focused on the odd jobs he could get, and returned to any place he could find to sleep. Often a park bench or a hotel room if he could rent one.

He smiled and waved at the next person he passed, then stopped to ask if the store nearby needed any help for the day. Always ready to earn something so he could eat that day.

[paddyfeet]

mudblccded replied to your post: is mishandi still around i miss her 

Indeed!

THERE YOU ARE OMG 

[polariseblack]

      -- “It’s Evans, right?”

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[cleverxpure-blog]

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@mudblccded continued from here

Such a happy face, a gleeful expression; he loved seeing her like this. Happy--even if it was because she was drunk. He understood. A grin crossed his features as she pulled him to dance, and for a moment they felt like the most romantic couple in the world. The air was silent aside from her laughter though it sounded as if Sinatra surrounded them. Firelight danced around their twirling and set the modd further.

He picked her up, spinning her around in the air. If she wanted to dance he would oblige. He loved to dance, and was rather good at it. After all, this was still something taught to his age group growing up. He wondered if she knew how.

“Lies,” A smirk, “Or else you’d be a better dancer.” 

He leaned in to kiss her then.