#should i tag you with arabella now that i know your full name

[clumsyclifford]

being 13 in fandom spaces introducing myself was everyone asking if i was using a fake name after the arctic monkeys song. like NO they named the song after ME wdym. anyways i bought twenty one pilots tickets because my music taste has barely changed since i was like 13 and their music will always be my guilty pleasure. last time i bought them was 2 years ago and i forgot how stressful waiting for them to go on sale was. but it’s FINE being stressed was worth it because i got them yayyyy. also yeah i know who paige is it is so awesome of us to share a bday. time truly is just passing. finals and end of semester coming and final projects being due like damn it was september and the first day of the semester yesterday this is actually kind of fucked up. i hope your meeting went well!!!! and wishing you safe travels!! i am also traveling tomorrow that is so cool of the both of us. ok bye for now dearest bella ^_^ - arabella

dhsfgldksj understandable. but yes alex turner WAS thinking of you when he wrote that song. obvs.

oh fuck yeah i love that for you !!!! i was never a 21p fan but i like some of their songs i hope you have the best time i'm so glad u got tickets yayyyyyyyy indeed

bruh literally.......time is just Going........YESTERDAY was halloween i am telling you. what the fuck. finals week is so close fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck !!!!!!!!! ahhh !!!! the end of the semester is. NIGH. and then ? i'm going to TEXAS ????? THE FUCK!! what is even happening anymore literally

the meeting actually went surprisingly well !!!! not nearly as stressful as anticipated. in fact this whole evening has been suspiciously nice.........suspicious. regardless safe travels to you too my dear !!!!!

[flowerpowell]

The Royal Holiday Romance

PART TWO

A/N: I think I forgot how to write lol. This is my attempt at fluff. I’m not sure if I’ll fit the story I planned in two more chapters, but it’ll definitely be mini series. Still fluffy, still Christmassy and still veryyy Hallmarky. I hope you’ll like it! Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: G

Tagging: @twinkleallnight @kingliam-rys @sfb123 @gkittylove99 @texaskitten30 @iaminlovewithtrr @gardeningourmet @delightfullypinkglitter @lodberg @kingliam2019 @queen-arabella-of-cordonia​ 

Victoria looked at the scenery in front of her. She tried to focus on the beauty of nature but she was distracted by something. 

Someone. 

She felt Liam’s eyes on her as if awaiting her reaction. After talking for a little bit more, Liam insisted on taking her to his favorite spot in the forest. It was a little cave, completely covered by mud, now though, completely covered with snow. The cave was surrounded by trees and Liam told her that not many people knew about the cave since it wasn’t visible thanks to the trees around.

“It’s like a fairytale,” she finally said, still aware of Liam’s presence. “Like a forest straight from the Grimms’ fairytales.”

Liam chuckled. “As far as I’m concerned, forests in their stories weren’t exactly safe or beautiful.”

Victoria turned to face him, the corners of her lips slightly raised. “True, but I’ve always found them magical. Just like the fairytales themselves.”

“Ah, yes. The fairy godmother and everything.”

“Actually, no.” Victoria shook her head. “There was no fairy godmother in the original. It’s Hollywood’s creation. In the original, there’s mother cutting their daughters’ feet so the shoe would fit instead.”

Liam’s eyes widened.

“I suppose that’s one less fairytale I’d read to my children,” he chuckled. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I read the original fairytales and wasn’t impressed with how Hollywood adapted them. Did you know that in the original Little Mermaid by Andersen, Little Mermaid doesn’t marry the prince? He marries another princess and the Little Mermaid has to kill the prince on his wedding night to be a mermaid again.”

“I… certainly have to read some of these again. I didn’t even realize how brutal these fairytales can be.” Liam admitted. “I assume you weren’t happy with this adaptation either?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I mean, I like how sweet and romantic those Disney versions are but adapting a story and then not sticking to it is kind of a pet peeve of mine.”

“I see.”

“Sorry, it’s silly and I’m talking too much,” Victoria said quickly and turned her attention to the trees. Why couldn’t she stop talking? She just met Liam and started telling him about how bloody original fairytales can be. Great job, Tori. This is how you scare people, not make them interested in you.

“I would say it’s rather fascinating.” Victoria turned to him, surprised as he went on. “As I said, I had no idea about the originals but you made me want to read them.” He smiled at her and she felt her cheeks were blushing. “You must be a pretty harsh critic, huh?”

She let out a hearty laugh but quickly covered her mouth with her hands. “Mhm. Sometimes.” If I were a critic I would be harsh. Probably. Can’t say since I’m not one.

“What’s your favorite movie then? The one you just can’t criticize.”

“Gold Rush. I love the humor and I love how Chaplin showed real issues through comedy. No special effects, no computers, and these black and white, no sound movies are often better than what Hollywood offers us now.”

“Classics. Interesting.” Liam nodded. Victoria opened her mouth to apologize again for talking too much about cinema but Liam was first. “I actually preferred Modern Times. Chaplin showed a true genius there and I loved how he mixed the sound into this silent movie. Although, I must admit, Buster Keaton was master of comedy for me.”

Victoria looked at him, her eyes slightly widened. No one, maybe except for some of her professors and fellow students, heard of Keaton. She believed he was one of the most underrated comedians but anytime she’d talk about him, no one would know who was she referring to.

Liam kept on talking about his favorite movies as they were walking but all Victoria could think of was how oddly comfortable she felt being with him.

~~~~

After, what felt like a minute but was actually two hours, Victoria said goodbye to Liam and raced back to the set. She hoped Hana didn’t wait too long for; she had promised her to eat dinner together. Liam told her he had to join his friends somewhere and the two separated, though a little reluctantly. Victoria was still in awe of Liam but tried not to read too much into it. It was only a nice encounter with a stranger in the Cordonian forest.

“Hana!” Victoria called out as she spotted her friend. Hana was standing with a man that Victoria had never seen before and waved at her when she saw her.

“I was getting worried,” Hana confessed and Victoria felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop admiring the beauty of Cordonian landscape.”

“Ah, yes, Cordonia is beautiful,” the man standing next to Hana said and both women turned to him.

“Uhh, I almost forgot. Maxwell, this is my friend and co-star, Tori. And this is Maxwell. He’s the friend of the King and also my future biographer.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to—”

“O M G! I am so happy to meet Hana Lee’s friends! How long have you known Hana? What is she like as a friend? I bet she’s the best. Is Tori your full name?”

“Umm…” Victoria looked at Hana confused but her friend only shrugged.

“Maxwell wants to write a book about me and I couldn’t say no. Literally,” Hana added for only Victoria to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Maxwell. Tori is a nickname only for my friends and my full name is—”

“Brooks!”

“Sorry, I’ll be right back!” Victoria apologized and ran to a crew member that just called her name. Hana nodded in response and Maxwell noted something in his notebook.

“Maxwell! There you are!”

“Liam! I thought you forgot about me. Where have you been?” Maxwell asked as Liam walked up to him and Hana.

“I had… some thing to do. It’s a pleasure to see you again, lady Hana. I hope you’re enjoying your stay in Cordonia.” Liam turned to Hana.

“It’s even more beautiful here than I remembered. I hope I’ll have some time to visit Applewood  again, it must be so pretty this time of the year.”

“Applewood is always pretty.” Liam smiled and Hana laughed. “I’m afraid we should get going. Duty calls.”

“But do we have to?” Maxwell pouted.

“Maxwell, you’ve talked to lady Hana for two hours, let’s give her a break,” Liam said and Hana sent him a grateful smile.

“Fine, fine. It was a pleasure, Hana! I hope to see you again, soon.”

“Likewise.” Hana waved Maxwell goodbye as he and Liam started to walk away.

“Sorry, there was a problem with one of my scenes.” Victoria appeared next to Hana causing the actress to jump. “Where’s Maxwell?”

“He had to go. The King was here.”

“Wait, what? The King of Cordonia was here? While I was sorting out my scenes?” Victoria asked and Hana nodded. “Oh man. Just my luck. I wish I could meet him, too.”

“His friend is writing my biography, I’m sure you’ll have a chance,” Hana chuckled.

“Yeah, about that… How… did that happen?” Hana laughed as she took her friend’s arm to go for a dinner.

~~

“Chapter one would be called The Star in the Womb. I think I could get some ultrasound pictures of Hana because I’m sure she was very photogenic back then as well.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Drake put his book down as Maxwell read his notes out loud.

“What? If this is going to be Hana Lee’s first biography, I have to make sure it is perfect. What so you think, Liam?”

“Hmm? Yes, wonderful idea.” Liam didn’t even look at Maxwell, his eyes were glued to his phone, which was a rather rare occurrence. Maxwell looked at Drake triumphantly.

“What?! Did you even hear what Maxwell came up with? He wants to describe Hana Lee’s time in the womb.”

“That’s a good move, indeed.”

“Seriously, what is going on Liam? What are you doing?” Drake tried to take Liam’s phone but he didn’t let him.

“Nothing.”

“Liam. What happened? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. You’re never that absent-minded.”

“Nothing happened!”

“Uh uh,” Maxwell cut in. “You’re different. Even Drake noticed.

“Hey!”

“Nothing happened,” Liam tried to reassure his friend but they still were looking at him as if he lost his mind. Liam shook his head, resigned, and Drake quickly snatched his phone. His eyes went wide as he saw what Liam was doing.

“Little mermaid? You’re reading little mermaid?”

“What?” Maxwell asked, glancing at Liam’s phone.

“Did you know that Little Mermaid tried to kill the prince when he didn’t marry her?” 

“What?” Drake was confused.

“I need to go for a walk,” Liam said taking his phone from Drake’s hand.

“Wait! Liam, wait! Can we invite Hana to the palace for dinner tonight? I want to talk to her and I’m sure she’d like to talk to you as well.”

“Mhm, sure. You can invite her.”

“Ohh, and let’s invite Tori, she seemed nice!”

“Who’s Tori?” Liam asked as he was putting on his coat.

“Hana’s friend and co-star. We met yesterday, just before you came. I felt good energy from her,” Maxwell explained.

“Hmm, sure, let’s invite them both.” Liam finished putting on his coat and shoes. “Tell the kitchen staff to prepare the dinner and tell Antonio to invite Hana and her friends. Just please, be civil. And no asking for ultrasound!” Liam warned before heading out, completely oblivious to the happy break-dance Maxwell just performed.

~~~~

“Aaaand CUT!” The director’s voice startled Victoria as she was dozing off on a chair, waiting for Hana to finish her scene. “That’s it everybody, we’re done for the day.”

“Finally,” Victoria thought as she yawned. She glanced at her phone and quickly did the math in her head. They were on set for ten hours with only one thirty-minute break.

“Hungry?” Hana appeared next to her, smiling and full of energy as if she wasn’t working for almost a full day.

“You have no idea. Pizza?” Victoria suggested and Hana nodded.

“That sounds—Excuse me for a second.” Hana looked at her friend apologetically as she took out her ringing phone. “Hello?”

Victoria walked away a little to give Hana some privacy. She wondered if Liam went to the forest today as well. Or if he watched any of the films she recommended. To be fair, Liam was all she could think of. She sighed looking at the set in front of her. Even though, she didn’t want to complain about her job, she wanted nothing more than to go to the forest to relax. And maybe meet Liam again. Maybe.

“I have the greatest news and you’ll love it!” Hana was giddy with excitement and Victoria wondered how she was still so alive after such a long day at work.

“The pizza place decided to give us our pizzas for free? Johnny Depp finally got his Oscar?”

Hana shook her head laughing. “No, but close. Prepare your best outfit, we’ve been invited for a dinner with the King.”

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[multiocblog]

Greetings~! Welcome to my blog!

Just a little introduction, and some rules along with it~! ^^

Hello~! My name is Brianna but you may call me Bree~ I like to write stories, and create my own characters and such- It's what makes me happy~! And I love when I get to act like my OCs and interact with people! So, I created this blog~! (Sorry this post is quite long so be ready to read-)

To start out this blog, I have 7 OCs I will be making introductions for, so you can find out some about them, and interact with asks!

I have 2 OCs from Black Butler, 3 OCs from Diabolik Lovers, and 2 OCs from My Hero Academia! (I have many many more OCs soon to be added to this blog once I get consistent and completely settled in!)

Theres a brief intro to each at the bottom of the page!

((I write better than what I did there I swear-))

In the meantime, here are the

Rules:

No NSFW asks PLEASE! They make me very uncomfortable, and any asks I think might be dirty in any way, I will not answer.

Please make sure you put the OCs name in parenthesis or brackets so I am aware of which OC you are talking too! Ex." [To Arabella] I love your outfit! "

Please be kind! I will not accept hate comments or anything of the sort towards a subject, opinion, or an OC!

PLEASE "tag" or label accordingly to anything, slightly, definitely, or mildly triggering, even if you're not sure! I just want to make sure that everyone can scroll through my blog without having to be weary! Ex. [TW death]

Please do not flood the askbox or get mad that I don't answer right away! I can't always be online for I have a life to live outside of social media. This is purely for fun! ^^

Please no asks about r*ape, inc*st, pe*dophilia, or anything of the sort! Talk of those subjects will not be tolerated on this blog!

I am the admin to this account, therefore, I am allowed to reject or ignore ANY ask if need be.

((Rules will be updated, should the need arise.))

Bye for now~!

((OC info under read more!!))

Kyoko Komori (DL) ((OC based off the anime. Though I've heard plenty about the games, I have not yet played them, so if I get some things wrong I apologize in advance.))With Kyoko everything is the same. Yui has Cordelias heart and such and was supposed to be sent to the brothers. However, in this universe, Yui has an older sister, one year apart, whom has also been adopted, except she knows it. When she overhears something about her younger sister, her only sister, being sent away to vampires, she decides to take her place. To protect her.

Alyssa Freeman (MHA) ((I have not watched the entirety of MHA yet, and really I don't plan too anytime soon. So if I get anything wrong please correct me, and spoilers to the anime for me are welcomed. Let's just act like I've seen it all-)) Alyssa hates villains. And heros for that matter. All of them. When her apartment was destroyed from a casualty in a battle, Alyassa labeled heros as reckless and careless of the people around them. Herself and her little brother where heading back to the apartment, when she saw it crumbling down. Her parents and grandparents still inside, along with her best friend who was going to surprise Alyssa with a visit. Now she lives on the streets, doing whatever she can to provide for herself and her little brother.

Ongaku Yamada Aizawa (MHA) ((Again, haven't seen it, let's just pretend I have. Also this OC is in result of a ship. I don't really ship it, but I thought both their powers together would be cool so I thought, why not?)) When Ongaku was young, she was always bullied in 1st and 2nd grade for having two dads. One time, she got in trouble for heavily injuring a student with her voice quirk. You can insult her all you want, but not her dads. So, in 3rd grade, she kept a lie she created, that she only has one dad, Erasure Head Shota Aizawa, and that her mother died when she was born. Turns out the lie worked pretty well, people loved her and she was seen as an icon for having a prohero as a father. Shes was usually a quiet person, kept to herself, no friends, only spoke when spoken too. It was just her, her drawings and her music in her headphones. To this day, she keeps the lie, and keeps her distance, even at her new school, in U.A. (She also develops a major crush on Tenya Iida while there.👀)

Lilly and Lila Sakamaki (DL) ((Just thought I'd make one description for both bc they're twin sisters. This is also result of a ship. Ayato x Yui.)) Lilly and Lila are polar opposites despite their similar looks. Lila loves the cutesy, pink, flower stuff, and Lilly is all "tough" and "all that" (When shes really insecure-) Lilly is extremely protective over her sister, and possive too. She doesn't let any man even glance in her general direction. Basically if a man wants to ask Lila out, hes gonna have to go through some interrogation. Lila loves her sister deeply, and is basically like her sisters personal therapist. Lilly will only vent and show emotion around Lila. Lila tries to get her sister Lilly into pink, but with no prevail. Typically, you'll find Lilly hanging out with "Uncle Reiji", for she has a secret interest in his experiments and such. She'll also cuddle with Uncle Shu whenever she has time. And Lila loves hanging out with Uncle Kanato and Uncle Laito. She'll have tea partys with Kanato all the time. Lilly always tries to get Lila away from Laito. She says he's "demented" and "weird". But, Lila doesn't listen and hangs out with him anyway. Laito and Kanatos typical nickname for Lila is, Lilac or Little Flower. Both twins are vampires. Yui always teaches them about God and how to be selfless and kind, while Ayato plays sports with Lilly and cute video games (like Animal Crossing) with Lila.

Arabella Phantomhive (BB) ((This OC is placed in the future, and based off a ship, Ciel X Lizzy. Please be aware that, even though my OC speaks multiple languages, I do NOT. So, as bad as it sounds, I'll probably use Google Translate if I must use another language-😅 ) When Ciel and Lizzy are older and married, they have a little girl. Half human. Half demon. Arabella was taught how to be a lady, ballet, and sword fighting by her mother. And she was taught chess, ballroom dancing and more sword fighting by her father. Instead of going to a school, little Ara was homeschooled, by Sebastian, the Phantomhive Butler. He taught her multiple languages, such as Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, and her personal favorite, French. Time skip to the age of 10, she saw her mother murdered before her, and her father taken by some strange light beings. Having been raised by Sebastian since then, now she's 17, running the Funtom company, and determined to avenge her mother and find her father. :)

Robert Trancy (BB) ((This OC correlates with the Arabella OC, and is in the same storyline.)) Robert J. Trancy was his sweet Arabellas betrothed since birth. Even though it is set to be an arranged marriage, Robert always had a crush on his Arabella, and was awaiting the day to marry his beloved. Robert is a sensitive and kind boy, but sarcastic and joking all the same having been raised by Alois Trancy. He has no idea of whom his mother is, and was always told she died when he was born. At the age of 6, it was at a party when he saw his father dead on the floor of the long corridor. He didn't exactly see his fathers death, but he heard it, and knew exactly who did it. Ciel Phantomhive. He was determined to make his revenge. Having made a contract with Claude, his fathers old butler, he now lives alone in the manor, sending all the old servants away, except Claude. He makes frequent visits to his sweet Blue Rose however. He's a very insecure boy, full of anger, bitterness, jealousy, and sadness, but hides it well behind humor and love for his bride-to-be.

That was very long- and for that I apologize-

[sds-descendants]

Chapter One: A Beginning to an End

I know I haven’t finished all the drawings yet, but I really wanted to add their stories! I hope you all like it. If any of you would like to be tagged for updates, just let me know.

Also, I would really appreciate some feedback. It’s not necessary, I would just like to give you all the best I can.

Thank you!

-Luna

~~~

In life, everything has to come to an end, but there is no need to worry. Though something has ended, a new beginning will arise. This story begins with a girl - a girl who will end, just as soon as she begins her start.

The girl was Arabella Ortiz, a human at the age of twenty, woke up in her bed by her cat smacking her face. She scrunched up her face and groaned in protest, pushing her cat away. She pushes herself up in her bed and sits there, staring down at her patterned blanket, mentally preparing herself for the day. She furrowed her eyebrows as her cat came back into view. Oh, yeah, her cat… she had almost forgotten about him. It had been a year. 

Her eyes widened and she reached for her phone, turning it on to see the date. March 24… Her eyes lingered on the year. It hadn’t changed… but she had stayed for a year.

She remembers returning from the Devildom, but was completely confused on how little time had passed. Everything was the same. Her cat was okay and everything was the same in her apartment that she didn’t lose - the two things she cared about in the moment. Her time spent down in the Devildom felt like a dream. Did she truly experience everything or was it just a dream?

If it was a dream, it was clear. Clear enough to be a story. Arabella clasps her hands together and hops out of her bed to grab her journals to work again. Her manager was going to love this. Maybe it could be her final break. She quickly began to work on the story before any small detail could fade. 

She was quick to make small notes on everybody’s character from her own experience:

Lucifer; stressed out “father” of the group

Mammon; will do anything for a dollar grimm.

Leviathan; very shy at first, but opened up the longer she stayed. Games 24/7

Satan; seems like the only rational one around. He’s either reading or tearing apart a room, no inbetween.

Asmodeus; very flirtatious and narcissistic.

Beelzebub; intimidating at first sight, but is very kind. Is always hungry.

Belphegor; a bit snarky, didn’t exactly like him at first. Will fall asleep anywhere.

She began to think of all her interactions of these odd characters and giggled to herself as she began to spread out everything for her work area.

---

It had been eight days since Arabella started her manuscript. She had been writing out all her ideas, phrasing, and plot points for the book. It was a small dent, but it was better than what she had before - nothing. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she shook her head, ignoring it. She continued to write down everything she could. Her stomach rumbled again, but this time, it was painful. She placed her hand on her stomach and sighed. She didn’t want to eat, she was so close to finishing, but her body was against this idea. The only time she had gotten up was to either feed her cat, get some water, or to clean herself up in the bathroom. She sighs again and forces herself up to leave her room.

She enters her kitchen and skims through what she had. She caught a small pizza box on one of the shelves in her fridge. With a quick once-over, she deemed it as edible.

It started out normal. Heating up the pizza leftovers that she was grateful to still have.

Then, some mac-and-cheese.

A sandwich.

A pudding cup.

...Then it became strange when she began to mix things up she would usually consider as gross. Pickles and ice cream, hot dogs with whipped cream as a dipping, even making a peanut butter and mayo sandwich. Any other time, she would gag, maybe vomit, at the combination, but she ate them like they were the best things she’s ever eaten. She just needed something to fill her up, anything. Whether it was good for her or not, she shoved it down her throat.

She just couldn’t stop. She was hungry, starving. No matter how much she ate, it felt exactly like how she started.

Was… was this how Beelzebub felt? Every day, just being hit with a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied. It was painful. She really felt bad for him now. Her jaw began to ache and she just wished for once that her stomach would ache as well.

It didn’t take long for her fridge and cabinets to be cleaned out. She sat on her tiled floor, finally feeling her stomach ache with fullness, staring at the now empty fridge. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how she was able to do that. She groaned and leaned her head back, letting it hit against the cabinet.

---

Arabella stared with wide eyes at the five pregnancy tests that sat on her bathroom counter. They were all marked positive. She had been throwing up and gaining extra weight within the last month. The thought of being pregnant had crossed her mind and she only took the tests for shits and giggles, but for them to actually be positive… She didn’t understand it.

She shook her head and rubbed her face. No way. There was no way! How long was it since she had sex? Three years? Why was she suddenly pregnant? Arabella truly didn’t understand it.

Her phone began to ring loudly and she snapped out of her thoughts. She left the bathroom to go to her bedroom. She quickly grabbed her phone from on top of her bed and grimaced at the name of her manager. She sighed before answering with a meek, “Hello?”

“Ortiz, where have you been?”

“I’ve been working. And I know what you’re going to say. I already have a manuscript for you. I just need to edit a few things and it should be in your email by the end of the day.”

“Finally! You know, I almost gave up on you,” he told her with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes. “Good to know. Bye, David.” She quickly hung up the phone before he could respond.

She sighed as she grabbed her laptop. After fixing up everything she deemed necessary, she quickly typed up an email for her manager and added on her story of the Devildom. She moved her mouse over the send button and left it to hover. She stared at the email, at the attachment.

Something inside of her was telling her not to do this. It just felt… wrong. Wrong to expose the world like this. Arabella shook her head. No, that’s stupid. The Devildom isn’t real, this is just a book.

...or was it actually real?

No. She was just being dumb. She moved to click on the button.

She moved the mouse towards the file. She deleted the attachment and decided to send her manager an entirely different piece of work - one she had given up on. It was better than nothing.

She had given in to her own paranoid thoughts.

And why she couldn’t bring herself to do it, she’ll never know.

---

Now, Arabella knew her pregnancy was not normal. The baby she was carrying was developing way too fast, even her doctor noted that exact same thing. The doctor predicted that she would be due by the fourth month if the baby, or he, continued to develop as quickly as he was. She was eager to learn that she would have a boy, not as eager that he would come out way earlier than expected.

Though everything about this pregnancy was strange, Arabella felt cheerful to have started a family of her own. It would just be the two of them, but she didn’t care. She hummed to herself as she continued her walk home, which wasn’t too far from the office. What should she name him? Michael? Fabian? Who knows?

She saw her apartment complex come into view and began to speed up her pace, though, it wasn’t much. She made her way through the complex, feeling grateful for her past self for agreeing on an apartment that was closer to the front. 

After finding her home, she unlocked the door and made her way in, dropping her things onto her door side table. She worked her way towards her living room and looked around to find her cat before they could spook her, but she froze.

She noticed two dark figures sitting on her couch, petting her cat that sat in between them. She began to shake in fear, with only negative thoughts in her mind. This was not how she wanted to die. 

She heard a low chuckle come from one of the two and saw them slowly stand with their arms up to show that they weren’t holding anything dangerous. “It’s alright, Arabella. We mean no harm.”

She began to palm the living room wall to find the light, keeping her eyes on the intruders in front of her. She froze up once more upon actually seeing who it was. She recognized the two men as Diavolo and Barbatos. Two demons that she had met in her dream. Or was it even a dream at all? Arabella placed a hand on her forehead, mumbling incoherent words to herself.

Barbatos, lowered his arms and quickly made his way to her to help her find a seat. “Don’t stress too much,” he whispered.

“Y-you’re Diavolo and… and Barbatos.” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I thought it was a dream,” she muttered.  “But you’re here,” she began to poke his face, trying to see if he was truly before her. “And you’re real. That means…” She felt her cheeks become warm. “Everything we’ve done…” She shook her head and looked up at Diavolo from where she sat. “W-what are you doing here?”

A look of grief flashed across the larger demon’s face. “We’ve come to talk to you.”

“About what?”

His eyes flickered down to her stomach for a fleeting moment. “Your child.” At the mention of him, Arabella placed her hands protectively on her stomach. “What about him?”

He brightened. “A boy? Oh, how exciting is that. Isn’t it, Barbatos?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Diavolo, what do you want with my child?” She asked him sternly. His smile faded. He had a far off look in his eyes as he laughed dryly. “For the year I’ve known you, it’s definitely not surprising that you’re this straight forward.” He sighs before pulling a seat for himself to sit in front of her. He clasps his hands together and leans towards her slightly. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that this pregnancy is far from normal.” 

She nods. “Yes, I was told that he’s due in two months.”

“He is no ordinary child, Arabella. He’s meant to be a child of a demon.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I’ve done some research on you and your child. I believe the father is…” He paused and looked at the demon beside him. “Oh, who is the father, Barbatos?”

“Beelzebub,” He answered with no hesitation.

“Oh, yes, yes. The father is Beelzebub. I’m sure you remember him.” She didn’t answer him, just had the same look of shock. Beelzebub? But how? “Arabella, I need you to listen to me carefully.” She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. His expression softens and he gently cups her cheek with his hand. “My, my, you’re just absolutely glowing with beauty.”

“Diavolo,” she snapped at him.

He becomes saddened. “You need to get rid of it.”

It took her a second to register what he said. “Excuse me?” She screeched at him. “I am not getting rid of him!”

“You don’t understand. You and your sister coming to our world was a test my father let me do. After what happened with you two, he’s convinced that demons, humans, and angels shouldn’t be connected in any way. If he finds out that you’re carrying-”

“I don’t give a shit what your father thinks!”

“Arabella, please-”

“I refuse to give him up. I thought you cared about the relationship between the three realms.”

“I do, I do, but he hasn’t let go of the throne yet. If it were my decision, I wouldn’t be forcing you to do this.” He carefully places his hand on her lower stomach. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Arabella felt a cold dread run through her body and she began to try to push his hand away. “Stop! Stop it, Diavolo!” She began to kick at his legs, scratch at his arms, anything to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t budge. He kept his eyes lowered and had a frown on his face. “Diavolo, please,” She began to beg as tears welled up in her eyes. She was about to lose her child. This thought began to make her cry harder. “Please, don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt Basil!”

He noticeably tenses up and looks at Arabella with wide eyes. He slowly pulls his hand away, keeping his gaze fixed on the human girl in front of him. She quickly covered her stomach and continued to slowly push herself away from him with her feet. “She gave him a name.” He looks at Barbatos. “He already has a name.”

Barbatos nods. “It seems to be that way, My Lord.”

Diavolo looks back at her. “Arabella-”

“Get out.” Diavolo isn’t shocked. Not even angry. He slowly gets up and places the seat back to its original spot. He turns back to her and she notices a pained look in his eyes. “I’m so-”

“Get. Out.”

Arabella blinked and the two demons were gone. She gave a sigh of relief and leaned back in her seat. She gently carressed her stomach, feeling much better knowing that he was safe. She thought about what she said earlier. Basil. There was no second thought about that name. It just… came out. She smiled to herself. “I’ll always keep you safe, Basil. Always.”

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“Oh, Basil, my beautiful boy.” Arabella cooed at her son. She peppered gentle kisses on his forehead. “I love you… I love you so much.” Basil began to fuss and Arabella immediately knew what was bothering him; he was after all Beelzebub’s son. She hushed him as she adjusted herself to feed him once again, ignoring the slight pain she was already gaining. As he began to feed once again, she whispered to him. “You’re gonna be the kindest boy,” she giggles to herself. “Your father is also very kind. Handsome too. I wonder who you’ll grow to be more like… Will it be him or me?” She gently caressed his cheek. “I hope it’s your father.”

There was a gentle knock at the door before a nurse came in with a smile. “How are we doing, mom?”

Arabella beams. “Very good. He’s such a good boy, I’m really happy.”

“That’s wonderful.” The nurse peeks at Basil and giggles. “Oh, he’s quite a hungry boy.”

She laughs at the nurse’s comment. “Oh, you don’t even know.”

The nurse looked confused for a moment before collecting herself. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that you have some guests. I didn’t want to just send them in without telling you first.”

She looked away in thought. Who could it be? Her sister was dead, her mom gave up on her, and she hasn’t spoken to her father in years. She was curious. She looked back at the nurse. “What are their names?”

The nurse looked to the side in thought. “It’s two men with strange names - Diavolo and Barbatos. I think they're foreign."

Arabella clenched her jaw and forced a smile. "Yes, I know them. They can come in."

The nurse nods before checking that Arabella and the baby were good, with both vitals and necessities, and left the room. Arabella leans back carefully, mentally preparing herself for whatever was to come. 

She heard the door open and a pair of footsteps making their way inside. She watched as the two familiar men walked into her room.

“Arabella, look at you! Already a natural mother.” She glared at Diavolo who was now shifting on his feet at her silence. He lifted up his hands to reveal a bouquet of flowers  “I found these flowers for you. They’re native to the Devildom and I thought you would like them.” The bouquet of flowers he held were black with hints of fuschia. Arabella didn’t want to admit it to him, but she did like them. “I only want to apologize for last time.” She pulled her eyes away from the flowers to look at him. “I was hoping to maybe... compromise?”

Arabella furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed at him. “Compromise?” She hissed at him.

Diavolo’s eyes moved from her face, down to where she was feeding. A large smile bloomed across his face and he gently placed the flower on top of the overbed table in front of Arabella. “May I… hold him?”

She only narrowed her eyes and held Basil closer, giving Diavolo a silent refusal.

He flexed his fingers and slowly placed his hand on the edge of the bed, careful to not touch her. “Please. I won’t hurt him, you have my word.” Arabella looked away from the two. 

“I don’t want to compromise or whatever it is you want. I only let you in here to tell you to leave me and my son alone. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, Diavolo.” She looked away from the two.

His eyes widened a bit and he pulled his hand away. He forced a smile and crossed his arms. “Ah. I understand. Barbatos and I shall take our leave, then. Take care.”

It was now silent, aside from Basil noisily eating. 

Arabella released a large breath and looked back to where the two demons once stood. They were gone. She looked down at her still feeding baby and gently caressed his cheek with her thumb. She moved her eyes to the flowers on the table and she glared at them. She knew that this wasn’t over. Whatever Diavolo wanted, she knew he would get.

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Hey can you please do Harrymort where Voldemort and Harry have to work together to help everyone because muggles find out about magic and the are jealous/angry/scared ? Please? Thank you.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harrymort

Tags: Canon-Divergence at the end of HBP so Dumbles is dead, Post-Graduation but Voldy is still alive and the war was still going and the Ministry wasn’t overtaken, it’s 2014, Bad!MuggleGovernments, Muggle leaders shoot themselves in the feet and the common muggle population take the side of magic, The Enemy and I have a common Enemy so we’re buds against them now, Drama, Murder, Dubious Morals, References to Sex, Hogwarts Professor Harry, Triggers for guns and bombs I suppose?, Violence, Prejudice, 

All he could really say about this shite was that it hadn’t even been a muggleborn who had been the cause of everything. As they’d grown up in the muggle side, they knew how to get by and what to avoid. But of course a Pureblood would consider themselves too good to learn about the muggle world. This was why Hermione insisted on all magically-raised children attending muggle Studies, even if the class was behind the present times back when they were still in school.

The ironic bit was that Lucius Malfoy had been the whole cause of this. On some ridiculous, self-directed plan to find Harry on his own and present him to Voldemort during the summer, he’d been caught by the CCTV on the street nearest to The Leaky Cauldron.

Arabella Figg had been the one to alert the magical side of the new events by sending Harry a rushed letter full of terrified words that barely made any sense. Thankfully, she’d attached a clipping from a muggle paper where it pretty much spelled everything out as photos of Lucius Malfoy covered the front page, the date prominent on the bottom corner, showing empty space one second, and then showing the blond wizard a second later.

MAGIC REAL! WIZARDS LIVING AMONG US EXPOSED!

It all started with a rushed order that every family ‘hiding’ magical people, should turn them in, or turn in any evidence they had of the existence of magic. The order had gone out three days in advance of a sudden flooding of law enforcement all over Britain. Permission had been granted for them to ransack every home no matter the inhabitants, and search for proof of magic. And if any was found and hadn’t been given up already, it would be confiscated and the entire household would be put under arrest.

Claims of treason against the Crown were being thrown about in Britain!

The clipping Mrs. Figg had provided him with also had a list of the villages where wizards were known to live in the UK. There had already been a plan set in motion to extract the muggles from the villages and if the magicals refused to cooperate, then the muggle law enforcement was given leave to use lethal force.

Harry, by the time he’d received the letter, had only had less that twenty-four hours left to get those villages evacuated lest the muggles started dropping bombs or raining bullets down on the innocent people living within.

And the thing was, he wasn’t working for the Ministry. He wasn’t an Auror. He was a bloody DADA Professor! He was trying to teach the children to protect themselves from Voldemort and his ridiculous, terroristic faction! Being an Auror wouldn’t have helped them in the least. And it wasn’t his bloody job to save everyone anyway!

Still, Harry remembered the emergency assembly he had to call. He wasn’t the Headmaster or the Deputy Head, but he still had a certain level of power as Gryffindor’s Head of House. And when he’d set off the magical alarms, he knew he’d need a good reason for it.

All 1,017 students had gathered in the Great Hall, clad only in their PJs and housecoats, and looking tired as hell. He’d felt bad, but knew there were more important things going on than getting a full night’s sleep.

He had the memory of that night stored in a cupboard now.

“I know it’s late and you want nothing to do with being awake now, but I need your help. Thanks to Lucius Malfoy stalking me about London on 3 August, in search of my place of residence, the muggle CCTV caught him doing magic near The Leaky Cauldron. And it raised questions in the government, and they proceeded to poke around that area and found the entrance to Diagon Alley, even if they can’t get in yet.”

He remembered the tired faces becoming more awake as they processed what he had been saying.

“Eventually they realised they needed more information and if these people doing magic were walking among them so easily, then they must be living in Great Britain for however long. They have made it mandatory for all muggles to give up anyone or anything magical that they know of, or risk prison time. They have been taking into custody all wizards they find, plus their possessions. Front page news two days ago showed Lucius Malfoy’s face and a list of all the villages in Great Britain that wizards are known to inhabit. The muggle inhabitants are being escorted out as we speak and the government plans to use lethal force if the magicals do not turn themselves in when the order is given at five this afternoon.”

There had been a deathly silence following his words. He could tell those not Pureblooded understood how dire the situation was. And his fellow teachers did as well. Snape looked ready to spit fire.

“For those who are still confused over why we have to worry, think of it this way. Muggles have weapons called bombs that can do mass damage in little time. They’ve used them in the World Wars. Think of a single Bombard Maxima powerful enough to blow all of Hogsmeade up and leave nothing but bricks and ashes behind. Muggles have access to these weapons and they are currently an option. There are now 7 Billion humans on Earth. Magical humans only make up 1% of that. They outnumber us, and that’s why they’re evacuating their people from of the villages. They are very willing to destroy their own land if compliance isn’t given.

“I need all of you to send these pre-written letters to your parents warning them to pack up their things and come here. All of them. I don’t care if your family is Dark. I don’t care if there are Death Eaters among the lot. Right now, I’m sad to say hat muggles are the enemy now until further notice. All other countries are also taking up arms against magicals. There is no more time us to be at each other’s throats over differing opinions. We can’t afford that now. I will be heading to Diagon Alley to get The Daily Prophet on this immediately. No shield is strong enough to withstand a bomb let alone many. As Hogwarts is Unplottable, it is the only safe place other than Gringotts, left in our immediate community. And you’ll have a better chance being allowed in here than in there.”

He’d left then, not even taking a moment to explain to McGonagall everything. They’d had their own evacuations to do.

And, for the first time ever, Harry had to do something he never thought he would willingly do. He opened up the link between he and Voldemort and called out to the man as hard as he could mentally.

The high-pitched whisper of Voldemort’s mind had permeated Harry’s own. It sounded almost mocking in a sense, despite the shock ringing true in it.

How lovely to hear from you, Harry. The way he said Harry’s name had always made Harry feel strange and this time was no different. To what do I owe the rare pleasure of your company?

Your minion fucked us all over, was Harry’s response.

As they were connected emotionally as well as mentally, Voldemort could feel Harry’s urgency, and his teasing bled away instantly. What happened?

Persisting in telling your minions that muggles are no threat to us is what lead to Malfoy Sr. of all people, exposing us and now they have endless amount of our people in custody, but also their possessions, and they are planning on open fire in any way possible, on all the villages our people reside in once the muggles therein are evacuated. The operation will begin at five this afternoon. And this all leads back to your minion not being bloody careful while stalking my arse through London!

Voldemort was silent for several moments. Enough time for Harry to make it through the Floo in his office, to The Daily Prophet Headquarters. He had a love-hate relationship with the place, but if needs must.

You are already begun to plan, Voldemort noted, sounding interested.

Everyone to Hogwarts. I don’t know how the other magical communities are going to handle this, but this is how I’ve decided to. You can either join us or not, but the offer was extended to the children already, and they’ve been told to tell their families with letters I’ve written up for them.

You’d work with me of all people?

Better you than being blown to bits. You lived through the Blitz, you should know how bad this situation is! You should know that we do not have time for petty squabbles right now!

Voldemort went silent for several more moments, which allowed Harry to burst into the Chief Editor’s office without warning, frightening the man inside in the process.

I will see you soon, were the Dark Lord’s parting words.

And that had been that.

The enchantments on Hogwarts had been strengthened and extended even further just to be on the safe side. And all roads leading anywhere near the mountains were quickly overrun with plant-life and hidden. Hogsmeade had been evacuated and bespelled to look like a common forest. Voldemort had been the one to do that bit of magic and admittedly it had been fascinating.

Several people added their power to Hogwarts’ Ward Stone. Not only was the magical of the former Heads within it, but joining them now were Harry, Voldemort, Snape, Flitwick, Hermione, and Kingsley for added protections.

The crisis hadn’t been fully averted as some couldn’t be reached no matter how hard they worked with the House Elves and Owls to alert everyone. And as Harry predicted, several villages were no more and hundreds of magical beings were dead.

Oddly though, may of the common muggle population felt that the governments were overreacting to the revelation of magic. Many were enraged over their homes being ransacked and destroyed. In only a month of time, extremists arose on the muggle side. A faction if it could be called that considering how large it was.

More than half of the known world wanted things to go back to normal. Wanted magical people and creatures to be freed. Wanted law enforcement to stop being the very things they claimed magicals to be. And that was Terrorists.

Numbers were rising by the day. 4B+ people agreed with this line of thinking. That was more than half the humans alive. And that had been the most shocking to the magicals all over the world.

The unfortunate part was that despite so many speaking out, the governments had the weapons of mass destruction on their side, so insurgency wouldn’t do much without the firepower to back up their words.

It had all gone to shite. And Harry could only imagine what was being done to the capture magical beings. He’d seen some muggle films before. He knew it wasn’t good.

The only other somewhat decent thing in this, was the fact that Voldemort couldn’t gloat about muggles being horrible when it was obvious that it was mostly the governments, and those who were religious nutjobs behind this trauma. The fact that more than half the muggles didn’t agree and were vocal about it, had stunned many of the magical population all over the world.

It was a chance Harry used to impress upon the people of their community that ever group would always have bad eggs, but that shouldn’t reflect on the whole group.

Day 227 since magic had been exposed because of one pompous twat(who had been taken to task very painfully or so Harry’s heard). That was two hundred and twenty-seven days of their community living in constant unease and fear over what could happen. Jobs having to be maintained from the safety of Hogwarts. The castle magically expanding itself to fit the most of Magical Britain’s people.

Fifty thousand people under one massive roof. The poor House Elves. The amount of work involved in the upkeep of the castle. The amount of spontaneous classes on household magic so that everyone could contribute to the best of their ability without anyone being overworked.

Most of Diagon Alley was gone save for some buildings left standing in the rubble. The mumggles still couldn’t get in or see what happened, but the devastation was heartbreaking.

And through it all, Voldemort was up Harry’s arse nonstop. Wherever he went, the man was not far behind. Literally. Always around Harry. Some rubbish about them being the only true leaders of their community. Kingsley wasn’t even considered as a Ministry representative in the Dark Lord’s mind. Voldemort didn’t care for him at all.

Voldemort had been annoying for many reasons before. Now all Harry could think of was his snakey shadow that stalked him all the time. More annoying than bloody murder!

Day 283 of being cramped inside Hogwarts. In so little time, beliefs and assumptions had been challenged. Misinformation had been corrected. Harry had learned more about Voldemort’s goals and the truth behind many of his actions. Dumbledore apparently had a habit of thinking he knew everything and therefore didn’t consider much else beyond his choices or assumptions in the long run.

Basically, the old codger had been wrong about a lot of things.

That didn’t mean the Death Eaters as a whole were okay though. Most were still prejudiced arseholes and needed to have said arses kicked repeatedly to rid them of their idiotic traditions, but it was nowhere near as bad as Harry had been lead to believe, and seemed like it could be reversible with enough work.

And if Voldemort was going to flirt with him so much, it truly seemed like reversing this shite was possible.

Harry didn’t fancy himself the saviour everyone had always wanted him to be, but the opportunity to mellow Voldemort out couldn’t be passed up. If there was a way to calm down the Dark Lording a bit and make him less inclined to violence for the sake of cruelty, Harry would be thrilled.

Besides… he was kind of into the slender, serpentine appearance. The forked tongue and slittled eyes were pretty arousing.

“Who knew it would take muggles and bombs and a planned, world revolution for this to happen?”

Voldemort’s chilly hands massaged the bare skin of Harry’s lower back, the differences in their body temperatures making gooseflesh pop up all over the younger wizard’s body. It was a good feeling though, and Harry snuggled closer as his body warmed up with interest.

“You’re still a cockwomble, but a more tolerant one now.”

“Brat.”

“Wanker.”

Voldemort rolled them over so he could be on top. His slitted pupils didn’t contract in the least with the shift of lighting hitting his face. It was kind of ominous and also really fucking hot. “You have your list of marks prepared?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I know whose block I’m knocking off in the morning.”

After enough time, they finally were able to make a full list of all the British leaders set on enslaving the magical population. As with everything, not everyone in the government was a terrible person. It simply took time and effort to separate the good from the bad. Weeding out the rotten roots so to speak.

While muggles had guns and bombs, they couldn’t really build anything to sense when magic was being used, so there was still a chance to overthrow them. But Harry had argued, at least for Magical Britain, that they should only kill off the people that absolutely deserved it, and imprison the rest. More than half the muggle population was on their side anyway. In the meantime, those who had been wrongfully imprisoned would finally see daylight for the first time in 345 days. Magicals and muggles alike.

Further action would have to be sorted out later. For now, this was the best plan they had to return to the relatively safe world they’d formerly been living in..

“No entertaining notions of grandeur, Voldy. We’re moving on from that entirely.”

“If I agree will you stop calling me that?”

“No. But I’ll go down on you more often.”

“Then you have my word, my soul.”

Trying to use romantic terms to get on Harry’s good side. “Flattery will keep you in my bed.”

“If I recall correctly, this is my bed in my room, my soul.”

“Details, details.”

Tomorrow would be the tension and the danger, but for now, they could relax for a little bit.

A/N: This got away from me so quickly! Took some time but I finally did it. I can see this happening in a sense.

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CONGRATULATIONS, EMILY! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Alastor Moody. I’m so stoked to have an Alastor again! And right as the action is about to heat up! You know I love your interpretation of Dorcas, and now I can’t wait to see what you do with Alastor as well.

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

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name: Emily

age: (seventeen and up only) 29 (how? How am I twenty-nine now?)

preferred pronouns: her/she

timezone: Pacific.

activity: (include a brief explanation) Although you’re fairly familiar with my activity already, I probably hover between a 5-7 on any given day. I’m almost always lurking, though sometimes my schedule doesn’t facilitate replies easily.

are you applying for more than one character?: (if so, list your preference in order) Not anymore? Yes? Kinda yes and kinda no?

how do you feel about your character dying?: (in a roleplay centered on war, death is always a possibility. as an admin, it’s best to know ahead of time which players are comfortable with playing it out.) Ugh. Kill me why don’t you? (and yes I thought that though). I’m okay with it, to a degree, I ache at the idea of having one of my character killed off, or anyone, because I just want things to work out, but overall I think that it is something that can advance the plot and show the suddenness of life in a very real way.

anything else?: (questions, concerns, etc.)

ic details.

full name: Alastor Edward Moody

date of birth: June 21, 1947

former hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

sexuality: bisexual

gender/pronouns: (would you like to play this character as non-binary or trans? list it here.) he/him

face claim change: (if you’re requesting to change this character’s fc, list three alternatives in order of preference. all alternatives must be approved by the admin.) Not applicable.

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Alastor can flex between being everything and being nothing within the same day, and he’s more than comfortable doing that and blending into the shadows. What isn’t as comfortable for him is leading a group of people. Sometimes he wishes that it was easier for him to take a step back and push Kingsley forward, but lately it isn’t as easy to let one be the face of this particular rebellion, not now that they aren’t on the same page anymore. But he needs, more than he ever thought that he had the capacity for before, he needs to do something more for this war and for these people and they are more his family than anything else that he’s ever acknowledged before. He isn’t about to let them just flounder and disappear into oblivion just because it’s easier to be safe than to fight for their way of life. No, the children around them need to have something more in their future than nothing. He’s an enigma. While driven and brilliant and filled with random pieces of information about everything underneath the sun, Alastor firmly remains mysterious and hard to figure out for those around them. Although he doesn’t quite flex his personality depending on who he is around, he does tend to change things depending on what is needed, something that he picked up during his time in the underground (and maybe while he dealt with his father). In another life he would have championed the orphans and the children being hurt, in this life he’s focused on a much larger picture, trying to do what he can to keep the Wizarding World afloat and able to pull themselves out while remaining detached from this group. He is sincerely thinking that it isn’t even a remote possibility that he’ll be able to detach himself from this group anymore, not like he previously was able to. +stubborn Once there is something that Alastor is aware needs to be done, there is a good chance that no one is going to be able to talk him into doing something different, whether that is good or bad or indifferent. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, but he is more of a man that believes that the end justifies the means that you have to get there sometimes and can understand (at least on a philosophical level) that there are times that sacrificing some for the many can be okay if it is something good. Does that make him a good man? Well, Alastor is never entirely sure of that and never has been his entire life but he does know that it means that he can uniquely be able to make tough decisions even if it means that he’s inserting the knife in his own back. +determined He never really thought that he would have a solid purpose. Not like he does now with the Order. He hadn’t anticipated stumbling on Kingsley and Amelia the way that he did and he certainly didn’t anticipate people to fully start fighting back with the same vengeance that he felt in his blood every morning. There wasn’t a moment that he thought that they would hit a brick wall the way that they had after the attack, for Kingsley to suddenly stop still and want to cower in a safe space and just simply protect rather than defend. No, Alastor was frustrated and as desperate as he needed to keep peace with Kingsley and not split the Order in two, they needed to do more than just sit still and wait. -abrasive There had never been a time where he’d been good at mincing his words. There wasn’t much of a way to step around people’s feelings and be diplomatic in his mind, not when there was the risk of the world as they knew it breaking down in something that was more akin to terror. The past years he had watched too many people die and even more people cross lines and join Lord Voldemort for comfort and he wasn’t about to pretend that it was okay because he couldn’t be candid with people about where the world was standing at. No, he wasn’t about to sit back and wait to watch the Wizarding World crumble and innocents continue to die. The politics of Kingsley and Amelia, even Arabella, were lost on him in the midst of the desire to just simply do and not have to dwell on all the ‘what ifs’ if something went wrong. No, he knew that there was something more for them to manage than just the feelings of those around them and if that made him too blunt and too honest for most circles of people – well, it also meant that he got results when they were needed. -opportunistic If someone asked what it meant to go on a gut feeling, some might say that it was opportunistic, but if Alastor saw an opening to do something, he was willing to take it. That was part of why the Order had worked – the fact that so many of their members had guts that were reliable and knew how to do more than just sit around and debate the logistics. Sometimes there was action needed when an opportunity presented itself and it was certainly one thing that Alastor loved about Arabella. She saw the opportunity in someone and she was willing to chip away to see if it was a one-off instance or see if it was something that was real and more. The woman’s instincts had rarely ever failed her, even if she was more conservative than Alastor would like. No, he saw an opportunity and jumped at it, consequence to himself be damned.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise? 

He can feel his body wearing thin. It’s not something that he’ll ever admit out loud, and he never showed it outside of his tent, but it didn’t change the fact that he can feel the fact that the years are starting to drain him. Playing two parts in what seemed like a fixable war at first and feeling as though going from Auror to leader day in and day out was beginning to wear on his feelings. Whether he enjoyed it or not? Well, Alastor just needed for something to break and anything to give them an in to destroy those fundamental decisions that the Death Eaters seemed to be making day in and day out. 

Emotionally he feels more drive than he ever had before, more push to do something that he previously did – maybe because it’s his people out there, missing and not confirmed dead, maybe it’s because he needs this to be done. Or maybe it’s just something that he hadn’t quite figured out in himself. Alastor isn’t entirely sure and he doesn’t have the time to sit down and analyze his feelings.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? Why?

Probably the easiest thing for Alastor to express is his desperate need to do more and fight this war until they have no one more to fight with. His end goal remains the same, to end the war, whether that be forcibly or by some sort of peaceful means, but there is no way in his breath that he’s been able to stomach the idea of doing nothing and just hide like they don’t have anything to give. He’s willing to sacrifice himself, he just isn’t sure if he is willing to step back and do nothing when there are still people dying outside of their wards and they could do something about it.

How have the setbacks the Order has faced affected Alastor? What does he think the Order should do next? 

There is no question for Alastor that he thinks that they need to recruit, and recruit heavily. While it comes at a risk, the reward certainly outweighs the risk to him. They’d have more bodies and more likelihood of being able to combat this particular fight, and they wouldn’t necessarily have to let them inside the confines of their safety. It isn’t something that he’d necessarily be willing to do either way, but with their recruiter refusing to bring anyone new on and his co-founder not willing to risk anyone else or risk their home? Well… Alastor is getting more frustrated and more cooped up by the day. He doesn’t know how to talk sense into them and he doesn’t quite get how to grasp ahold of them when it really comes down to it, he just, desperately, wants to do something more than sit back and wait for something to happen or for the world to fall apart. After all, the Ministry has proven that they aren’t going to hinder what the Death Eaters are doing, in fact it seems as though they may as well be encouraging Lord Voldemort.

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Heaven Sent - Epilogue

Word Count: 1076

Characters: Y/n, Castiel, Dean, Sam

Warnings: Snark, Heaven-Induced Insanity, Language, Angst if you squint, Canon-Divergence

A/N: This is the Epilogue of a mini-series I wrote for @ellen-reincarnated1967’s “Andi’s Back in the Game” challenge. Beta’d by @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch who also helped me to brainstorm and nail down exactly where I wanted to go. Thank you both so very much!

A/N 2: This takes place roughly midway through Season 4 and veers from canon. I actually used some lines of dialogue from the show for this, and have them bolded. All credit goes to the writers of the show.

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Castiel

“It’s an Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer,” I step back from Sam and Dean.

Dean’s confusion is etched into the planes of his face. “What, did you just brand us with it?”

“No. I carved it into your ribs,” I turn to leave, but Sam’s voice stops me.

“Hey, Cas,” Sam struggles to meet my eyes.  “Were you really dead?”

I don’t know how to answer this question. I remember very little and the parts that are fresh in my mind are not in the least bit pleasant. I know I died; it was more painful and more peaceful than I would have imagined, and yet here I stand - flesh and bone and very much alive. “Yes.”

I can tell by the look on Dean’s face that I am not going to like his next question. Largely this is because I have my suspicions on how I am no longer dead and on how they survived as well, though the idea troubles me greatly.

Dean’s voice is steady, but full of uncertainty. “Then how are you back?”

I decide it is a conversation best left for another day - at least until I can make sense of what happened - and I leave without providing any type of explanation or saying goodbye. I know they hate that, but I also know they will hate the answers they are seeking more, so I simply choose the lesser of the two evils, as it were.

Since waking again and smelling the rich earthy scent of life, I have noticed that my powers are not up to full strength. Though, I am not complaining; weak and alive is preferable over dead and powerless. I’d caught the faintest trickle of angel-wave radio before the signal was lost entirely and I decide to investigate the only lead I have. With everything that has happened, a part of me wonders if praying would even matter - no one is listening anyway. However, old habits die hard and I find myself whispering a prayer that my suspicions are wrong.

The hospital hallway is long and sterile and oddly very quiet for a Friday night. I float unnoticed through the corridor, roaming door to door . I begin silently throwing my senses out in all directions until I hit what I was most hoping I would not find.

The lights have been turned off - probably by a nurse as it would stand to reason that she would have had no visitors. The soft, gentle sound of breathing fills the otherwise eerily quiet room as I approach. As I reach the bed, I force myself to keep my eyes open, taking in the multitude of lacerations and bruises brutally painted across her arms and face.

“Y/n.” Her name is a choked whisper from my lips. What had she done? In all my centuries of roaming the earth and studying humans in all their infantile wonder, I’d never experienced a sensation close to the one I’m feeling now. Pain. Loss. So human and so far removed from everything I’ve known, and yet, as I stare down into her still face, tubes and wires crisscrossing her arms and chest, that’s all I can feel. Pain and loss.

Just as I begin to stretch out my hand toward her forehead, I see her eyelids flutter gently and I freeze. I stay as calm and as still as I can until I am sure she must be asleep. As I press two fingers to her temple and close my eyes, the flood of memories from the last twelve hours seeps into my mind. From saving Sam and Dean, to waking up with...is that Arabella?, to being here in this place…my face?

A gasp pulls me from her mind and I jerk my eyes open. Her eyes are wide with terror as she looks up at me. I smile, though I am quite sure the gesture is far from believable.

She opens her lips to speak, but her voice dies in her throat as a menagerie of emotions flashes across her face...fear, sadness, confusion, relief. For the merest of moments I think she must remember, but the look of relief fades back to trepidation and the flicker of hope I’d just felt is violently extinguished.

“Who are you?” the words are painful and I wince for her at her effort.

“Shhh. You need to rest, y/n,” I try to maintain my smile as I reach out to stroke her hair gently.

I can feel that there is not enough of my power left to heal her or to even put her back to sleep, so I sit there, running my fingers through her hair and humming lightly and I watch as her eyes slowly shut again. Deep down I know that what I’d dreaded most was true. Somehow, y/n sacrificed herself to save Sam, Dean and myself. How could she have chosen such a foolhardy act?

The Winchesters, sure. I can understand why they need to be saved. Though they’d certainly played their parts, they’d been unwitting participants in this whole debacle. I’d known Heaven’s plan. I’d stupidly followed the orders I was given because that is was what I’d been designed to do, never questioning authority or testing the shallow waters of morality. But Y/n? She was brave and smart and whether she’d realized it or not, she’d sensed all along that things weren’t as they seemed. I should be dead, or at the very least in her place on that bed.

How she must hate me for everything I’d done. As I look down into her face, I decide her not remembering me or anything that has happened is for the best. She can’t mourn what she does not recall and she cannot hate those she cannot remember.

I will not let her down, however. Her sacrifice will not be in vain. In whatever capacity allowed, I will stand for truth and for what is right, not what I am told is my duty to stand for. I will join the Winchesters; I will take her place as their guardian, their unofficial protector as they guard the world from the darkness that threatens to engulf it.

As I approach the door, I turn back one last time to memorize her face and the sight of what she was willing to give up to keep me safe.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

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Look Who’s Talking Now

I am participating in @emceesynonymroll​​ ‘s wacky drabble prompt #38 “Please don’t leave” , which will appear in bold.   If you want to play along too, please reach out.  I’m enjoying these.  

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Summary:  Riley teaches Lucky tricks with a little help.  We start to see Riley’s athletic ability develop. 

Word Count: 1825 i know... i know. The prompt worked excellent with this, and honestly, I didn’t want to cut anything from it. 

Warnings:  Dealing with the loss of a child, via miscarriage, mild profanity, sadness, angst, supernatural vibe, ghosts, spirits etc.  If you are sensitive to any of this, as it does take a supernatural turn I suggest sitting this one out.  

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He was always by her side.  He had been there since Riley could remember.  Her first memories are of him, always standing by her crib. He always smiled at her. He was always talking to her, keeping her company.  She would talk to him too.  Even before she knew words.  He understood her always.  He was funny and made her laugh.  

He grew as she grew, but he was older.  Riley knew he was different; he was not like her. She knew her parents couldn’t see him, and only she could.  He looked like Daddy.  She knew she liked him being around.  His name was Jaiden.  

When Riley started something, she was full speed ahead.  She didn’t know the meaning of the word "brakes." They didn’t expect talking to be any different.  From the beginning when Riley learned the sound of her voice, she would just babble, in her baby language all the time. Day or night, rain or shine; she was more reliable with this than the postman delivering the mail with her babble!  Sometimes they would wake up in the middle of the night. Riley would be giggling and babbling.  

Riley being three, wasn't troublesome for Ren and Jason. Two wasn't terrible either. None of their life with Riley was terrible. They had enjoyed every second of being parents to that adorable, feisty, beautiful little girl.

They were simply happy they had a three year old child. She did everything earlier than planned and excelled at it.

You're with me today kiddo!" Jason said.

"Yeaaaa!!!"  Riley screamed smiling at Jason.

He picked Riley up, putting her in his car.

Jason had his workout gear on ready to do some training.  

He was in the boxing ring with one of his coworkers, when he glanced up, seeing Riley mimic every move he made.

"Your little girl is just like you.  You should get her some little gloves and see if she gets interested."  

"I might just do that. She runs with me in the mornings,  and she seems to be interested in all this. Maybe I should try some martial arts as well.”

He got Riley her first pair of pink boxing gloves that day.  

“Make a mean face Riley!”  Jason said as he took her picture.  She looked more sad than anything.  He chuckled at her facial expression.  Since she was a baby, Riley had very expressive facial expressions.  

“Jason….”  Ren said to him she sounded annoyed.

“Whaaaat?  She loves it!!!”   He was on his knees “sparring” with Riley.   He pretended to hit Riley and she hit him in the face while he was looking at Ren.

“Oooooh!!!!”  He said falling backwards laughing.  

“I'm sorry Daddy!” Riley leaped  onto Jason, hugging him.  “And Prize Fighter Riley Brooks took down her opponent with one strategically placed hit, and the crowd goes wild!!!!”  Jason cupped his hands together and made the sound of a roaring crowd.  

Ren shook her head laughing.  “Guess who got beat up by a girl…. Again.”  Ren smirked at him. "I'm beginning to think Riley is out to get you."

He tickled Riley and her infectious giggles filled the room.  “I love you Jelly Bean,”  he said to her.  “I love you Daddy.”    

Every time Jason went to the gym to work out Riley went with him. He set her up a little station right next to him, with small weights. Ren got the fluffy time with Riley, he got the training time.  

Ren lay in bed watching tv with Jason.   They could hear Riley's giggles from the other room.

“Man I wish there was a Jumperoo for 3 year olds.   But I don’t think it would even contain her.  She’s a workout running around the house.”

“And she’s so smart Jason.  She knows so many words for a 3 year old.”

“Yes she does. You’ve been talking to her like she’s your best girlfriend since we brought her home.”  

“I think it’s more than that, It’s so much more than that.  I see 3 year old children daily.  None have her vocabulary, and are able to string sentences together like she can. The only one that came remotely close was a child with an older sibling.”

“She’s our little Einstein, are you really surprised though? Riley has been ahead of every cognitive hallmark, since she was born.”  

The next day Ren was off work.  She was making Riley a snack in the kitchen. Riley was coloring when she left.  

As she walked out the kitchen with Riley’s sliced apples and grapes and peanut butter, she saw her standing in front of Lucky with her hand held out.  

“Sit Lucky,”  Riley said confidently and Lucky sat on her haunches on command.

Ren gasped.  Jason had tried to teach Lucky tricks for years with no luck.

Riley clapped her hands,  “Good Girl.” She patted Lucky's head, and she licked her face, and Riley started laughing.  

"One more?"

Riley looked like she was listening.

Riley put out her hand again, pointing at Lucky. She moved her arm in a loop.

"Lucky! Rolloller!"

Lucky did nothing.

Riley looked again to her left.

"Rol…....oller…….. Roll…....ollver…..roll…..over."

"Lucky! Roll Over!" This time when Riley made the loop with her arm Lucky followed her.

"We did it! We did it Jaiden!"

Ren gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth, dropping the glass she was carrying, making a huge crash as it hit the hardwood floor.

Riley covered her ears from the loud crashing.  "Uh oh! Mommy!" Riley said loudly.

t“Stay back there Jelly Bean!”  Ren screamed.  Riley stood stationary while Ren tried to pick up the larger pieces of glass.

“Damnit!" She said when she accidentally stuck herself with a small shard of  glass, that broke off a larger piece she was trying to pick up.  She sucked the small blood droplet off her finger.  

“Careful Mommy,” Riley said.   By the time Ren cleaned up all the glass, it was time for Riley's nap.  All Ren could think of was Riley saying his name. She couldn't know his name, she shouldn't know his name. They never talked about him.  HOW DOES SHE KNOW HIS NAME?!?!  

Jason was barely through the door when Ren grabbed him pulling him into the other room. She told him what happened. Jason looked not phased, not worried, while Ren was a complete basket case.

"Well, did you ask her about it?"

"No, it freaked me out too much, and she had to go down for her nap."

Jason looked down. "When we lost him, I spent a lot of time in the nursery, talking to him. I found a lot of comfort there, and for the longest time, I was sure I could feel him there, trying to comfort me. He stayed for me, I know it. Then when things got so bad between us Ren, and we were both so bitter, I couldn't feel him anymore. I'll talk to Riley, and see what she says. I'll get her up from her nap."

He walked into the room, for a moment he felt transported back to the way it used to look when it was decorated for Jaiden. He shook his head.  Things went back to normal. They had since repainted, and Riley no longer had a crib, but a  "big girl bed" as they called it.

Jason sat on the edge of the bed.  Riley was already awake. "Hi Daddy!"

She jumped up into his arms. "Jelly Bean!” She hugged him tightly.

He pulled her to his lap. "Did you have fun with Mommy and Lucky today?"

"Yes! We taught Lucky tricks today."

"Who's we?" Jason asked her. "Did somebody help you?"

Riley nodded.  

"So Mommy helped you then?"

"No."

"Then who?"

She looked up seeing Jaiden standing next to where Jason was sitting.  He nodded.

"Jaiden."

"Who's that Jelly Bean?"

"My brother." She said pointing to the pictures, on the wall.  "That's him, when he was in Mommy's tummy."

Jason gasped. His eyes filled with tears. 

"Can you see him Jelly Bean?"

She nodded.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

Riley didn't know the right word to say, until Jaiden told it to her. He would help her with words, and picking the right words to talk.

"Always." Riley responded.  Jason closed his eyes and opened his heart.

"He's here now right? I can feel him."

When he opened his eyes , tears fell down his cheeks.

Riley nodded.

"What does he look like?"

"Like you, with Mommy's eyes.  Why are you sad Daddy?"

"We miss him. We wanted to know him.  Tell him we love him."

Riley laughed. "He can hear Daddy."

Jason smiled despite his tears. Jaiden smiled the same way, looking at Jason. Jaiden reached out to touch his face.  Jason shivered, feeling a cold breeze.

"Did he just touch me?"

Riley nodded.

Ren was not receptive to any of this. Jason tried to get her to understand.  They started fighting. Every night for two weeks they fought. Ren wouldn't even go into Riley's room.  Tonight was the worst it had ever been. They didn't even try to be quiet with Riley in the house.

"LAUREN!!!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BELIEVE IT'S HIM?!?!?!?"

"BECAUSE I'M NOT LIKE YOU JASON. I JUST CAN'T. IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!!!"

Riley covered her ears as Jason and Ren screamed at each other from the other room.  Riley began to cry, curling up into a ball on her bed.  

Jaiden appeared immediately,  "I'm sorry Riley."

"Why are they mad?" She asked him.

"Because of me. This is how The Big Sad started. I have to go. Being here is making Mommy sad again. I don't want her to be sad, or Daddy."

Riley jumped up approaching him. 

"Please don't leave me."

"I have to. I promise I will see you again."

"Can we hug?"

He looked up, as if pleading for an answer.  Then he smiled.  "Just this once."

Riley walked up to him. She held up her hand. He held up his.  Instead of the cold she was used to, she felt a warm hand against hers.

Riley's eyes registered shock.

"You're like me now!!!!"

"Only for a minute Riley."

He hugged her tightly. "I love you, little sister."

"I love you too, Jaiden."

"It's time for…."

Jason walked into the room seeing Riley hugging a boy, with dark hair like his. A boy that looked at him with Ren's eyes. Jaiden smiled at him. God, he looked just like him, as a child. Tears filled Jason's eyes as the boy spoke, his form fading away, leaving Riley hugging air where he was. "I love you, Daddy." Jason would never forget his voice, as long as he lived.

He ran to Riley, pulling her in his arms. She had just hugged him. He wanted to feel him too. Sobs shook Riley's small body.

"He's gone?"

Riley nodded burying her head in Jason's shoulder.

"I know baby…. I understand." He held Riley while she cried.

That night, Jason slept in the room with Riley. He had to, he could feel her sadness, the loss radiating off her. He knew what missing Jaiden felt like, and looked like. He was a part of her life for three years. Now little Riley, his sweet Jelly Bean, was grieving his loss too.

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CONGRATULATIONS, CARA! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Arabella Figg. I’m so thrilled to have an Arabella again! You definitely understand her observant and intuitive nature, which is essential for anyone who’s writing her character. I also appreciate how you fit Arabella into the current plot toward the end of your app. I can’t wait to see what you do with her. 

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name: Cara

age: 25+

preferred pronouns: she/her

timezone: EST

activity: I’m fairly active. I work full time at a desk job so it gives me time to work during the day. And I’m often available later at night. I do have a toddler so the weekends are family time so I’m less active then. In terms of writing, I can do at least one reply by day and more than that when they aren’t multiple para threads. That’s the lowest my activity can get. I do write more usually.

are you applying for more than one character?: No

how do you feel about your character dying?: In a group like this one, deaths are inevitable. As long as the death is making the character justice, then I’m okay with it.

anything else?: English isn’t my first language. I prefer to let people know in case of awkward phrasing and such.

ic details.

full name: Arabella Imogen Figg

The Latin meaning of Arabella is ‘yielding to payers’. The name was chosen because the Figg waited long before being able to conceive and their daughter was the greatest gift they could even imagine. Sadly, they didn’t get exactly what they hoped for with Arabella and for a long time, the name felt sour to her. Imogen was chosen because it came from one of her mother’s favorite plays, Cymbeline

date of birth: 05.12.1952

A fire sign couldn’t be more suited for Arabella, sagittarius being mutable is only better. Curious and energetic, Sagittarius is one of the biggest travelers among all zodiac signs. Their open mind and philosophical view motivates them to wander around the world in search of the meaning of life. Sagittarius is extrovert, optimistic and enthusiastic, and likes changes. Freedom is their greatest treasure, because only then they can freely travel and explore different cultures and philosophies. Because of their honesty, Sagittarius-born are often impatient and tactless when they need to say or do something.

former hogwarts house:

Sadly none. But she might have been placed in Ravenclaw. I see Arabella as someone very intelligent and also trying to learn more and more. This might be a stronger trait in her due to the fact that she’s a squib and it was her way of fitting in as much as possible. As Ravenclaw are dismissive of social expectations in order to satisfy their thirst for learning, I think this greatly applies to Arabella. She forged her own path in a world that cast her out and as Ravenclaw promotes individuality, I think that’s also fitting.

sexuality: Heterosexual

gender/pronouns: she/her

face claim change: No. The Fc is perfect!

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how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Arabella Figg is about defying the odds and finding your place in a world that cast you out. Her strength and resilience are what kept her moving forward in this society, despite how she was treated by others. There’s a reason she was chosen as the first official member of the Order and it wasn’t because it was convenient. There was something inside of her, something more than met the eyes. Kingsley and Alastor saw it and it’s probably something that those who get to venture close enough to her would see too. Because of who she is, a squib, and how it affected her life since she turned eleven, there’s a fire burning inside of her, determination like rarely seen. It’s what makes her so valuable to the order, because no matter what she encounters, there’s no giving up for Arabella. She pushes through and find ways to make things work, as she’s someone who sees outside the box.

One doesn’t survive in the wizard world as a Squib without being adaptable. While she might not have been at first, Arabella unconformity, and rejection of the place she should have in this society, comes from this trait. It’s also something that cast her out a little bit more, her unconformity making her peculiar to others, along with some of the habits she has. While she’s not an eccentric in the sense one thinks when looking at the Lovegood, Arabella is nonetheless one. It comes from how secretive she can be about who she is and her personal life, leaving people to wonder what she has to hide. It’s because she often prefers books to large gathering, always feeling uneasy among too many people.

But these, her social awkwardness and preference for standing in the back rather than in the middle of a crowd also makes her very intuitive, a trait that is crucial to the Order and the role she played within it. She’s been observing since she turned eleven, no longer taking anything for granted, and it shows in the reasoning and understanding of the people she has. She can tell many things about someone without having ever talked to them and it’s that intuition that led her to approach certain people and not others. But as everything is a double edged sword, being observant also come with something darker: envy. Arabella sees the privilege the wizards have and how little many of them think of it, how natural and given it is to them. And while she’s no longer a trouble teen trying to find her place and voice, the envy is still something that lingers in the back of her mind. Complete acceptance of who she is isn’t there yet, but it’s on it’s way and she will one day let go completely of her envy and embrace who she is without giving it any other thoughts, within doubting herself.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

If there’s one thing Arabella is it’s resilient. The war exhausted her, like it did with everyone else, but that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t have fighting left in her. The cause is too great and she might be an idealistic when it comes to it, but she would follow The Order until her last breath. The stress and lack of sleep brought up little things in her. Like how she now often play with the skins on her fingers until they bleed a little. The coffee she drinks, often half cold because she was too focus on something else or lost in thought. The cigarettes she smokes and all those that are left burning without being touched. Her place is messier than usual, although not dirty. Books are everywhere and the same is true of notebooks. Caradoc’s death was the final blow, the one thing that made her not so confident anymore. His death weighed heavy on her, failing to protect him, having lured him into something that would kill him. She knew it was the price to pay, that war rarely let people live and that sacrifices were the price to pay. But this one shook her more than any others and it’s making her have doubts at times.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

It would be easy for her to give up, manu would understand. She’s a squib and has been shunned from the magic world many times before. She could abandon the fight and live in the muggle world. But it’s not something that ever crossed her mind. She can understand how some would want that, how some would want to stay put until the war is over. Understanding doesn’t mean she can get behind them. Maybe it’s because she views them as privileged, for being wizards, and think it’s something worth fighting for. As much as she’s been cast out by many of them, it’s still the world she knows and longs for. It’s still the world of her family and friends. Just being she’s an outcast in it, often seen as a lesser being, she still wants to protect it. That’s the beauty of Arabella. She’s her own person in this world, she forged her way and her place and she will defend it with everything she has. The fact that some already gave their lives to the Order, to the war, and did it willingly only makes her determination stronger. She wants to make sure Caradoc’s death wasn’t in vain, even if she fears for all those she recruited.

When looking for new recruits for the Order, what does Arabella look for exactly? When is she sure someone would make a good fit?

Arabella is observant, more than most people. It comes from a lifetime of trying to fit in. She picked on things, little manners people have, body language. Dedication and loyalty are the two main things she looks for in people. It can be found in the little gestures, how they threat others and how they hold themselves. Do they walk like they already have something to hide? Secrecy is a most and to achieve that, it’s important that people don’t have a tell, something that attracts attention to them. Respect is something she looks for in people as well as humility. Do they hold the door for others? Are they patient when waiting? Do they give up their places when needed? All the little things that are too normal to be noticed are what she looks for. Because these can tell a lot about someone’s character and it’s important to be sure before going ahead. Just like she knew within a few minutes that she wanted to work for Kingsley, she can tell quickly if someone would be the right person.

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Shock followed by emptiness, the sensation of being numb. That was how the news of the census registered in Arabella. She might not have been schooled in the traditional way, but she read enough about the first census, the one Kingsley’s father orchestrated, to know this was anything but a good thing. How the way they were conducting it was telling, having mandate ministry workers go door to door, not trusting what would come in the post. And they were right, of course, every muggle born wizard would try to find a way to trick the system. But beyond even that, the census felt like another defeat, another blow they suffered. All of it was too reminiscent of Voldemort, of his quest for an achievable and inhumane ideal of the wizardly world. Because this was the aim, to once again based someone’s worth on something as arbitrary as the family they were born in. How long would it take before the segregation? How long would it take before the effect of it all became obvious? It would be months, maybe even years before the injustice was seen, or so Arabella thought. They had the mistakes of the past to learn from.

There was something inside of her that had been restless lately. Being here, biding her time, licking their wounds, the squib knew it was needed, knew a pause was more than deserved, that it was key to survival. But a news like this unsettled her, made her itch for something to do, anything. It wasn’t a selfless need to help. While she didn’t have much to gain in the conventional way, she still gained something from it; a sense of belonging. If they stayed here and did nothing, how many other bystanders and innocents would get hurt? How long before another Shackelbott died at the hand of this census? While her friend might not be behind this, his name meant too much when it came to something like this to be ignored. Maybe this news would be the thing to shake them up, to wake them from the mourning, the lost they had suffered, and to bring them back into action. Because the fight might be over, but the war wasn’t done yet, Arabella was sure of that.

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CONGRATULATIONS, LUCY! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Your application was straight, and to the point, because it was clear you knew exactly how Kingsley fits into this world. Not only do you understand who he is now, but there were moments in your application that I saw you’d understand how he fits into future plots. I’m so excited to have the original Order trio filled at last! 

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ooc.

name: Lucy

age: 28

preferred pronouns: She, her

timezone: +10 – Brisbane, australia

activity: On a scale of 1-10, I’d say 8. I work from home doing social media & marketing for a bunch of companies, so I’m always near a computer

are you applying for more than one character?:  no, would like to in the future perhaps!

how do you feel about your character dying?: Obviously it would be hard, but if it’s important for the story, I’d be fine with it, and would look to maybe applying for another character after.

anything else?: nope, just excited to get started

ic details.

full name:  Kingsley Shacklebolt

date of birth: 12/12/1949

former hogwarts house: Gryffindor - I know this might in debate, lots might say Ravenclaw, but there is too much bravery and chivalry in his actions, and his goals and his beliefs to say otherwsie to me! It takes avery brave person not to raise a fist when one is coming at you.

sexuality: Straight

gender/pronouns: he/him

face claim change: Very okay with Michael B. Jordan!

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Kingsley’s character is 100% defined by his actions and the actions of those around him. I imagine him to be pensive and calculating, not in a bad way, just that he was always weigh the pro’s and cons of his actions and how his behaviour could be viewed by someone looking from the outside in, which means he spends a lot of time in his own head. His father’s actions and legacy deeply affected him, in a sense that is his self drive, to never allow that to happen again. This to me is why his professors may have believe him to be reserved, or quiet, but he’s not. He’s the sort of person would never use two words when one will do.

I imagine him to have this huge amount of kindness in him that doesn’t get to be shown often enough lately. It’s connected to his protective instincts too. He had to prove himself to be shown kindness from some people thanks to his family name, so he does not withhold that from other people when they are deserving of it. This is partly why he only uses defensive spells, as he will not cause harm to another. He once stopped a duel to prevent his opponent from causing harm to themselves. However his upbringing and what he has witnessed has caused him to have a hard exterior that does not allow this kindness to outwardly show.

I would love to explore Kingsley potentially having a temper at times, but not once does it ever escape him, he keeps it all inside, as he’s determined to never act on an aggressive or violent impulse, he just supresses them for the sake of his goal to fight war with peace, or defence at the very least. I think he would be frustrated at all the hoops he’s had to jump through in his life, thanks to his father and his name, and to continue coming up against brick walls would eventually grate on him, and the temper might flair inside. Particularly lately with no body listening to his suggestions to hide the Order which he knows is for the greater good. Everyone is just too wand happy and of the belief the end with justify the means – something Kingsley does not at all believe, having witnessed too many bad things happening because of that belief.

Positive Traits for Kingsley would be loyalty and his self-control, with everything he’s seen and done, people still marvel at the fact he has never once cast an attacking spell. Negative traits would be that he is blaming himself for things well beyond his control, and that sometimes the amount of times he spends inside his own head debating his own actions and their consequences means he sometimes fails to act when he should.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

I think he found solice with the Order, and enjoyed feeling like he could make a difference in a war that seemed so much bigger than him, but now, after Godrics Hollow and the Malfoy Manor, he’s beginning to see that even peaceful non-resistance actions can have dangerous consequences, and any intelligence they’ve been given cannot be relied upon, which is why he’s an advocate for hiding out until the war is over. He’s tired of seeing families ripped apart, and knowing other little boys or girls are going to grow up without a parent or parents just like him.

The death of the Longbottom’s son has greatly affected him, especially as he brought Frank and Alice on board, he feels a huge sense of guilt there. His mistrustful nature seems to be growing slightly too. He knows how seductive the other side can be, and he wants more than anything, to prevent losing any more friends, either to death or to have them join the Death Eaters.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

Kingsley is an advocate for hiding until it is safe to emerge, obviously and despite his disagreement with how Moody and Arabella want to move the Order, he is aware that they are safest together, not splitting in two.. So internally he is completely torn between his plan, and wanting to keep the Order together.. Without allowing himself to be arrogant, he knows they would benefit from his skill, but he just can’t bear to see any more people die for something that none of them deserve to be dying for. This shouldn’t be there fight to fight, not when they are falling in such rapid numbers, but the desire for good to triumph keeps Kingsley going. His instinct to protect his friends and family cannot allow him to abandon the Order, but he can’t see a way to keep fighting in a war that to him seems to be destroying both sides. Many who are joining the Order, or were around before Godrics Hollow and Malfoy Manor want revenge, and Kingsley cannot pretend his brand of reasoned argument for hiding it out will convince them. His desperation to protect everyone, to save them from a worthless death is mounting. Violence has solved nothing, and left them with less members, and more heartbreak and guilt.

Kingsley knows his strengths, and he knows he could protect everyone he just needs them to listen to him.

Additional Question: What does Kingsley think the Order’s next move should be? Does he believe the war can still be won?

I think I sort of answered that above, but these additional questions are what constantly rolls through his mind these days, almost torturing him, because he’s son torn. Potentially he wants to put it about through sources he knows are spies for the other side, that the Order is finished, to stop the other side hunting for members. To keep the Order safer. But he also knows that won’t stop them all, some of them are out for blood and would not be happy without it all over their hands. In some of the dark moments, I think he doesn’t believe they can win. That’s the thought pattern that drives him to want to keep everyone hidden and safe, to continue to protect them. However that thought doesn’t stop him wanting peace. He will strive for nothing but peace and equilibrium amongst witches, wizards and muggles, so for that reason, he maybe hopes that it can be won, but the part of his brain that exists in the real world, says otherwise.

All he’s very sure of now is that he does not want the Order to do anymore recruitment. He will not tolerate bringing more people in to die because of something he is in charge of.