#synodicdeicide

[faeryeyedking-arc]

synodicdeicide replied to your photoset: haaaaaappy muuuunday : D

your septum ring is so pretty ???

thank you !! i think i got it at spencers.......i’m like 99% sure i did lol

[bravebibliophile]

@synodicdeicide gets a starter for jacques 

There was a moment of hesitation on her part, mostly because this was how she tended to feel when she was given a new assignment. Overall it wasn’t a difficult task, and she did always feel much better when she had a partner. But there was the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about her current partner. She would have been lying to herself if she hadn’t thought about working with yet another Snicket. After all there were times when she had worked with Kit, and they were always so effective together. 

Still, the more she thought about it, the more hesitant she became. There was no reason to be hesitant, and she knew it. Taking a deep breath, she moved forward towards the waiting figure, they had been told to be at this particular spot. “Jacques Snicket” she said as she reached him, a small hopefully friendly smile on her face, “It’s a pleasure to see you again” 

[herbaelogist]

          He liked this tree.

          It was large, old and covered with thick moss that still was slightly damp from last night’s rain showers.  The cushion provided by the green growth made for an excellent back rest whilst Neville cried his eyes out.  Despite its wetness, thick moss could almost pass as being similar leaning into a soft sweater worn by a comforting person.  Almost.  And that was what Neville needed: Comfort.  Something or someone to soothe his broken heart and hurt feelings.  The upsetting scene played over and over in his head, almost as if it were a photograph sprawled out in front of him:

                                 Neville, trailing after Harry and Ron as they chatted away, clearly too caught up in their conversation to hear Neville calling for them to wait up.  Ron was passing along the story to Harry about how Hermione had declined Neville’s invitation to the ball.  The reminder stung, but that wasn’t what crushed the round Gryffindor.  It was the bits and pieces he heard of what Ron said next. “…-Said she was already going with someone…She just didn’t want to go with Neville.  I mean, who would?”  

          Neville’d stopped dead in his tracks after that, feeling as if his heart had plummeted into his stomach.  With tears streaming down his face, Neville retreated to his favorite tree in a shadier, more seclusive part of the school’s courtyard.  He wept into his sleeve, without a doubt believing what Ron said was true— He and Hermione were close, after all.  Hermione just didn’t want to go to the ball with him and, according to Ron, no one did.  Neville’s biggest fear was that everyone secretly hated him and now it felt confirmed. 

                    “Wh-why. . “ Neville whimpers to himself.  “Why can’t I b-be liked?”  Why did he have to be so clumsy? So forgetful? So quick to get upset and so quick to cry?  So bad with potions and transfiguration and— And everything? Why did he have to be him?

@synodicdeicide‘s Cedric // plotted

[xonismsx]

@synodicdeicide​ continued from here

                  Sirius laughs, loudly, gray eyes bright.  They’ve already been shushed twice, but clearly have been content to ignore the reprimands and the judgmental looks from Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs trying to actually get work done. They should know better, really, that working together is more distracting than productive, yet….   ❝ Well, yes, but— ❞  he starts.  He leans toward Peter until their faces are only inches apart, over the table and the books spread out between them,  and flicks his forehead playfully. ❝ — what would you know about that? ❞  It’s clear he’s teasing out of affection more than anything else. 

     the flick to his forehead has him pulling back, a frown replacing his smile & he narrows his eyes at the boy across the table, lips edging out into a pout.

                 ❝ apparently i don’t know enough about having friends, because surely i have better taste than to befriend someone that flicks me for absolutely no reason at all. ❞

     with that he leans back in his chair & rubs at the site of impact, sure it’s blossoming a lovely shade of pink. because peter, the gentle natured, humble boy that he was, would never in a million years say anything that would warrant a flick. he’s beyond that, without a doubt.

                                  ❝ — is it too late to find a new best mate? ❞ ( how dramatic ).

[herkingdomcome]

It felt as if she would never get used to being here. This place was so different from Beauxbatons, and the students were...well they were students. They were people she could almost guarantee she would never see again. And she could not exactly talk to them about what this was like. None of them could understand and it wasn’t their fault. But it was why she felt most comfortable with Cedric and Viktor, why she more often gravitated towards them. 

Right now she’s enjoying a nice afternoon- well cold - by the lake with Cedric.  “My maman would make the most magnifique chocolate soufflé. But only ever for my birthday because she said it stole ten years off of her life.” Fleur laughs softly. She misses home. With Cedric she’s not so afraid to say so, she doesn’t worry about being judged or ogled or any of the worries she usually has. It’s a comfort she’s more than a little grateful for. “I wish they would have it at a feast, but I doubt it would be as good as hers.” // @synodicdeicide

[effabled]

@synodicdeicide

     Scorpius Malfoy had spent the entire holiday break sulking and sitting in self-loathing over his break up ( fake break up ? ) with Louis only a few hours before they were sent home from Hogwarts, which effectively cut off any and all communication between him and the older Gryffindor. He really hadn’t wanted to dispute it. It had been his plan for almost a week after an unsettling conversation where Albus made a joke based on Louis’ past tendencies to fool around and while he was well aware of this fact he still felt a sting in Louis’ reaction to the comment. They’d been fake dating for a few months now which was certainly longer than either of them had anticipated and Scorpius had at some point started to develop real feelings for him. He dismissed his feelings as complacency because they’d acted as a couple for so long he was sure he’d just tricked his brain into liking Louis just as he had fooled all of his classmates into believing that he was indeed in “love” with him. But even Scorpius, with all his powers of denial and self-preservation, couldn’t keep lying to himself for long and he had very recently accepted his feelings and had been working out a way to admit them to Louis before the incident with Albus. He garnered only the slimmest bit of hope that Louis might feel the same way so it was worth it to confess -- until it was crushed and he had to deal with the reality that Louis was only doing this for the reason Scorpius had originally suggested it: to save their asses from Albus’s rage.       His pride and his heart were damaged so he callously ended things with Louis without even the slightest of sensible explanations. It was just, “I really can’t do this anymore. Our arrangement is off. Sorry it went on for so long” and then he was gone. The holidays had helped distract him for the most part -- having his grandparents visit was always a stressful affair -- but sometimes when he spotted the quill and paper at his desk he wished he had enough courage to send Louis an owl explaining everything properly. Scorpius knew that none of this was Louis fault and that it was unfair to keep him in the dark especially after all the fun they’d had together but he couldn’t bring himself to reach out again. He would just deal with that when he returned to Hogwarts...     That’s what he’d planned on, anyways, until he showed up at the Potter’s yearly holiday party -- Albus always dragged him along to put a buffer between himself and his family -- without even once thinking about Louis being there until he caught his eye from across the living room. He’d never given him much mind at previous events. Scorpius had given Albus a brief run-down of their ‘break up’ and had said it was a civil and mutual so as not to cause any awkwardness between the two family members. Albus had just run off to fetch something -- Scorpius hadn’t been listening so he couldn’t name what -- and he’d planned to retreat back to the bathroom to hide out for a bit until he returned. But he had a sudden gust of courage when he looked over at Louis a second time and before he could second guess himself he turned himself to the direction of the other boy and made a slow walk over, making a point to stare only at the table with food or decorations at the wall until he stopped in front of him. “Sorry if it’s weird that I’m here.” He’s already kicking himself for starting the conversation out that way; why would it be weird for Louis when they’d only been fake dating? It wasn’t as if they actually broke up. He sucked in his lips and tore his eyes away from the questionable looking pastries on the table, “I just meant that if it’s weird to have your family around with me thinking... y’know... I could go.” 

[crowncoded]

★ — disquiet.

          ★ ▌— ❛ @synodicdeicide.

It's not getting easier and that's the unfortunate truth of Noct's final days. No matter how prepared Noctis thought he was, no matter how much he thought he was ready for the price he had to pay, he hadn’t realized until he was staring back at his friends that he never would be.

Nothing would prepare him for seeing his oldest friends weep for him, no matter the strong faces they hid behind. It was such a strong reminder of everything they’d gone through a decade ago, before he’d been swept up into the crystal to be enlightened, like he couldn’t have done that just as well beyond the boundaries of it, alongside his friends. 

He’d give anything to share a few more careless nights with them, where the fact of the entire world isn’t resting on the loss of his life. 

And like hell he can lay down and go to sleep with thoughts like these. Like hell he can lay down next to his closest friends and pretend this was ten years prior, when he slept squished between his friends, knowing he was safe from harm with them. But he wouldn’t tell his friends that; he’d never tell them that it was too hard to sleep beside them now, when so much had changed. 

Citing a decade of sleep had been enough to convince Ignis and Prompto to retire ahead of him, at least, but that didn’t leave him alone.

It left him with Gladio.

"So," Noctis begins, voice too loud in the eerie silence that’s broken only by the occasional din of daemons in the distance. Part of him wishes they would attack, give him something to think about besides his impending sacrifice and whatever botched attempt at conversation he’s about to make.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asks, but it feels so foreign to be asking Gladio that. Of all people who might worry about the man, Noctis was probably the last anyone would expect. Concern was more Ignis’s cup of tea—or maybe he ought to say cup of coffee?

But his question isn’t elaborate; it’s too vague and Noctis has no idea how else to phrase without just—

“Will you be okay without a king?”

Again, a part of Noctis wished it was jarring to say, that he was more bothered the implication that he would die, but after a decade of listening to how he would die, saying it was easy enough.

Too bad he knew already that it wouldn’t be half as easy to do as it was to say.

[caediteosarchived]

                                       “ What’s that? ” 

            Eyes dark as a winter’s night flickered from the book carefully balanced on her lap to the boy on the floor. Babysitting her cousins wasn’t the worst thing, really. Regulus was very well behaved --- and had already been sent off to bed. Sirius... Well, she didn’t quite get what the issue was. He seemed energetic, alright, but his parents seemed to make a much bigger deal about it than seemed necessary to Bella. 

                        “ You want to see some trick? Like what? ”

STARTERCALL | @synodicdeicide ( sirius ) & bellatrix

[badfaiiths]

‘ no, you won’t see me there because i told you not to come to the party! ’ - lou

❛  here’s  a  little  fact  for  you,  blonde  weasley,  im  the  life  and  soul  of  any  party  so  i’m  gonna  be  there  and  you  are  just  going  to  have  to  deal  with  my  beautifully  chiseled  face  being  there. ❜

[crueltywon-a]

@synodicdeicide for andrew. //        ❝   truth for a truth ? —— though, I’ve gotta be honest. I’ve never understood why you even want my truths to begin with.  ❞

[lovebleda2]

❛ It’s not a tornado that’s coming. It’s something much much worse. ❜ - to julia from marina

SHE  IS  NO  STRANGER  TO  MARINA’S  FLAIR  FOR  THE  DRAMATICS.  yet,  there  is  something  about  the  other  girl’s  tone  that  has  julia  on  edge.  glossy  lips  are  pressed  together,  nodding  quietly  before  allowing  mocha  hues  to  roam  around.  she  is  not  certain  whether  everyone  knows  what  they  are  about  to  face  and  julia  does  not  want  to  be  responsible  for  panic  spreading.  it  takes  her  a  second  to  realize  no  one  is  paying  attention  to  them  before  glancing  back  at  marina.  she  leans  forward,  her  voice  as  quiet  as  a  whisper  as  she  speaks  again.  “are  we  in  danger?  is  anyone?  what  exactly  are  you  talking  about,  marina?”

@synodicdeicide    :    meme    (    closed.    )

[yagaymi]

@synodicdeicide

░░░░░░ ☾ detention isn’t a foreign concept to ginny ––– after all, she did grow up with fred and george; though this time she feels like it’s a little undeserved. standing up for your friends shouldn’t equal punishment, even if she had used a rather nasty hex on the other person. oh well; she figures there’s nothing she can do now but sit and take it.

there’s the sound of footsteps and ginny turns almost desperately, hoping it’s someone she can at least talk to, only to face disappointment. ginny frowns. “what did you get in for, tripping up a first year?”

[ofdcrksouls-blog]

            he thought the protective enchantments he’d cast around the camp would be enough to ward off any wandering snoopers. then again, defensive magic was never his forte.

the sound of a branch cracking was enough to violently pull him from his slumber. his hand instinctively reaches for the wand under his pillow and slow, careful footsteps lead him to the entrance of his tent. he can clearly see the shadowy figure dangerously close but he’s quick enough to slip out of the tent, wand at the ready as it aimed for the other’s head. “DO. NOT. MOVE.”

@synodicdeicide ♥’d for a starter

[herbaelogist]

          He can’t help but wonder if she’s noticed him staring at her for the past fifteen minutes or so from across the common room.  Well, not the entire time— Neville did make sure to look down from time to time to appear as though he were reading over his Potions notes.  In reality, however, he was trying to wrap his head around just how he was going to ask Ginny to the Yule Ball.  The wound of Hermione declining was still fresh but he had limited time to find another date.  And pickings were slim.  And he wasn’t a particularly great catch.  But Ginny was nice-- Maybe she’d pity him.  She was also a Third Year and that gave him some hope: She wouldn’t be allowed to attend unless she was asked.  Neville ignores the small doubt in the back of his brain that says, “Maybe she does already have a date,” as he rises from his seat and crosses the room.

          The seconds to reach her felt like hours, as did the few seconds where he merely just stood by her without saying a word.  He knew that would happen, and during that time that stretched on for forever he thought he would’ve come up with a smooth way to ask.  He hadn’t.  But he knew what he wanted to say: ‘I’m very cross with your brother and I want to make him angry by taking you to the Ball.  Will you go with me?” However, he didn’t have an inkling about how Ginny’s relationship with Ron was: Maybe they were utterly close and she’d never do anything to upset him.  Maybe she hated his guts.  As he clears his throat, he decides it is best not to bring up his ulterior motives at all.  Neville also prays something coherent will leave his lips.

                  “G-Ginny— Hi.”  When he finally speaks, Neville sounds utterly stiff.  Awkward.  Uncertain. “H-How are you?”  Not exactly what he wanted to say, but it gave him some more time to think.  

@synodicdeicide, Ginny!  -`✿´-

[magiclimitsmoved]

@synodicdeicide liked for a random muse starter.

   Harry shouldered his bag and headed out of class and to the library, where he planned to meet Ron and Hermione. Some books slipped out of his hands as he bumped into someone and he was apologetic as he said, “Sorry about that, I must not have been paying attention.” The truth was, he hadn’t been. He had been so focused on his thoughts lately that even his friends noticed how off he’d become. He bent down, retrieving his books and the others in the process. “Here you go, these are yours.”

[herkingdomcome]

i can’t promise you how i’ll react - josh to margo

meme tag // accepting all

“Sounds fucking dangerous.” Margo states though she sounds pretty unbothered. Really, what was experimental magic in comparison to the shit they’ve dealt with so far? In theory it seemed fine. Something that if it went right could be entertaining at parties, at it’s worst though could probably split him in half. “Are you gonna cock out on this? Because I’m happy to try if you won’t.” // @synodicdeicide