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IC INFO:

Character name: Charity/Charlie Burbage Age & Birthday: 21 & September 13th Gender & Pronouns: Bigender & He/She/They Occupation: Enchanted tattoo artist (Pincushion Tattoo&Piercing) + Muggle/Magical rights activist Blood status: Muggleborn & Metamorphmagus Previous house: Hufflepuff Previous Affiliation: Neutral, Order leaning Face claim: Derek Luh + London Thor Traits: + Independent, Determined, Capable, Honest - Restless, Insecure, Idealistic, Lonely

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CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Char was born a metamorphmagus to a family of muggles. Their family knew that there was something special about them from the moment they opened their eyes, as they were already rapidly changing their colors. The family was quickly contacted by a ministry caseworker and given all of the information, support, and resources they needed to raise him and keep his magic hidden. 

She started using her magic to alter her appearance at a young age, she often liked to shift their appearance between feminine and masculine and introduced theirself to strangers with different names and pronouns as she felt like it. He often drew himself as either gender and signed his work with different names. She drove her parents up a wall trying to keep everything straight but was nonetheless supported when she eventually came out as bigender, changed their pronouns, and added Charlie as a second name for theirself. 

The time came for them to go to hogwarts and they were excited to finally get their first glimpse at the magical world that they had been allowed to know about but hadn’t truly felt a part of yet. While most people who were new to the magical world were swept up in the wonder of it all, Char found herself quickly disillusioned with the entire thing. By the end of his first year at hogwarts he was fed up with the ways that people talked about and treated non-magical folk in general. Even the people who were nice about it seemed condescending.

He was sorted into hufflepuff and maintained good grades in most of their classes, with their best marks in and a clear aptitude for charms, potions, and muggle studies in particular. As it was their muggle studies professor’s first year teaching in the school she often found herself correcting errors in what was being taught and even discussing lesson plans and information sources with the professor. This was luckily welcomed by his professor and they were on excellent terms by the time he graduated, with a mutual respect between them.

She decided to pursue her art as a career after graduating from school, finding herself drawn to the concept of mixing her interest in experimenting with potions with her creative skill and creating something entirely new. He settled on tattoo art after getting his first tattoo and realizing that potions could perhaps help to create moving enchanted artwork on the skin. They found theirself thriving with this new creative outlet, taking pride in the artwork that they created. 

They started getting involved in activism when the war first began to brew, with a clear end goal in mind of the integration of the muggle and magical worlds. While her goal was lofty she was determined to do all that she could to see it through, seeing that as the only way to do away with blood prejudice for good. Their tattoo business fell to the wayside while they focused theirself on this new and much more important task. When the tension of the war got to its highest point his family went into hiding and Char himself was left alone in his childhood home to deal with whatever came next. Despite the potential danger, she maintained their work throughout the war and were elated to finally see its end. 

Since the war’s end Char has started contact with his parents again though he still doesn’t know where they are and hasn’t seen them again in person yet. She has renovated the front garage of her home into a new tattoo parlor and is starting her business from scratch (Pincushion Tattoo&Piercing). They’re hopeful that He Who Must Not Be Named has been defeated but are wary of the possibility he may be powerful enough to come back somehow, as well as the fact that there are still death eaters out there who may want to continue his work despite his death.

Char believes that people can change and is willing to work towards forgiveness and provide support to those who are willing to atone for their crimes. Going forward they will strive to encourage the change that they want to see in the world, putting all of their hope and effort into making it happen.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE RUNAWAY get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out. 

— she walks through the world as ;

name → corin hale pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1960 - september 1961 face claim → odeya rush blood status → muggle (werewolf) sexual orientation → up to roleplayer occupation → petty criminal future information → n/a

— she is best described as ;

A PUNCH to the FACE, a LIONHEARTED woman with ATTITUDE, BRIMMING with CONFIDENCE, STRONG & STURDY. She’s as LOYAL as they come, the kind of person to give you their last COIN, a FRIENDLY face in a crowd and a SMILE that could break a HEART. TOUGH and worn like LEATHER. She’s SWEET like buttered popcorn & as DEADLY as a well aimed THROWING KNIFE.

— her story starts with ;

TW: death, blood, violence

Corin Hale’s life hasn’t ever been easy, but over the past three years it’s gotten even harder. Her life before she was bitten was relatively normal, though it has been so long the details Corin now finds fuzzy. Growing up in Radlett just outside of London, she was once the eldest daughter of Atai and Ekaterina Hale. A school teacher and a lawyer, they had wealth and Corin once wanted for nothing. It was the classic tale of a girl from North London, Friday night dinner, trips to the synagogue and playing second parent to her two younger sisters. She would frog march to Haberdashers' Girls' School, while her parents laughed. The world was at Corin’s feet and she rose each day with the knowledge that fate had been kind to her and given who she was, she could be anything she wanted. At seven years old what Corin wanted to do was be in the theatre. A larger than life character, she would organise her toys and her sisters to watch her perform, escaping to far off worlds where she’d transport them. All she ever wanted was to be up there with the greats. and it was this desire that led her parents to take them one evening after school to The Globe Theatre to watch a performance. Wide eyed, Corin was in her element, sitting on her father’s shoulders, looking intently at the stage as Much Ado About Nothing played out. 

When the performance concluded, Corin begged her parents to let her meet the cast and get her program signed. But with her sisters tiring, the answer was no, but Corin had other ideas. Never one to listen to things her elders said, Corin ducked past her parents in the crowd, made her way back to the stage and waited, program in hand. She waited a long while, the cold evening air wrapping its arms around her. Eventually the cast came out and the excitement hit. Hugging her programme she watched them leave. The excitement faded and Corin realised she was alone. She knew London well enough, despite being so young she had always been resourceful and began the walk to Blackfriars where she could explain to someone that she’d gotten lost. Corin hadn’t made it far away from the theatre when fate intervened. It was a woman. At first anyway, who cornered her and asked if she was lost. Without thinking Corin told her of her plan to get back to Radlett and the woman offered to help. Taking her hand, they walked towards the station, until Corin was pulled into an alleyway and the woman was replaced with a wolf. Biting down hard on Corin’s shoulder, she felt the blood pool down her body and her life flash before her eyes. But before the wolf could continue to ravage her, it licked her shoulder and ran off into the night. 

The screams attracted the attention of a couple who took her to the hospital and her parents were called. The next few days were a blur for Corin, in a trace due to the pain and home from school due to the attack. The night of the first full moon was where everything came into focus. One moment she was herself, the next she was an animal, running through the streets of Radlett howling at the moon. When she awoke she was in a park, covered in grass and mud, with every memory of where she’d been and frightened this was now her life. Hysterically she told her parents and begged them to try and understand but they didn’t believe her until it was too late. Trying to get outside of her house to transform, Corin watched in horror as her father held her back. She turned, he was holding on to her. Then suddenly he wasn’t and she’d escaped through the patio door. Only small due to her age, Corin wasn’t able to fully attack him, but when she returned home she found him clawed to pieces and the carpet covered in blood. Her parents tried desperately to help. They took her to hospitals but no one believed them. On full moons they chained her up in the garage where no one would see. She was a schoolgirl by day and a monster by night. Her life wasn’t normal. At night she would listen to her parents argue and cry while her sisters hugged each other in the doorway. Corin knew she was the issue and while she was there they’d never be safe. 

One day, she packed up her backpack with all her belongings. Took it to school and left during lunchtime, with one thought in mind. Finding the wolf who had bitten her. She got by by stealing things, pick-pocketing and checking herself into hostels to avoid being on the streets before KAMALI SKENDER [mother] found her. Kamali ran Le Cirque Des Rêves, a travelling circus that was making its way round Europe and was stopping off in London for the summer. Aside from the strange woman who changed her, Kamali was the only werewolf that Corin had ever met and when she asked her to join the circus Corin agreed. Kamali became like a mother to Corin, teaching her everything she needed to know about the world she now belonged to and giving her a home. Corin didn’t think she’d ever find happiness after the bite, but with Kamali and then a few weeks later when SILAS CRUMP [father] joined the circus, she believed her life could be different. Time seemed to move differently for them. They became a family, performing in wizarding districts around the world and spreading their joy. By the time they returned back to London, Corin was twenty-two. A woman and an esteemed member of the troupe that she hoped to one day help run with her parents. London was not how Corin had remembered it and she watched as her father changed in its presence. 

The once happy seemed darker and people whispered of dark wizards and cloak and dagger plans made by candle light. Feeling unwell after a performance, Corin walked back to their wagon to find her father frantically packing his belongings. Instantly her mind became sharp. Silas would never leave him and Kamali, something had happened and she wasn’t going to let him slip away without her help. Cornering him, Corin began packing her things and insisted he take her with him. He revealed everything to her, about his past, his family before them, the death of his sister and the two sorcerers who had come to collect. The pair slept in inns, apperated daily and tried to blend in but eventually RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and BELLATRIX BLACK [adversary] caught up with them. It was a full moon in Nottingham and just before Corin could shift, she felt her body be swept up. Her father was gone and Corin was chained in a basement by a collar. Having taken the wolfsbane her father had brewed Corin knew her mind and knew something was wrong. Most of the time she was alone in the basement, occasionally brought food and drink by the gruesome pair or SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary]. They wanted access to the circus, to the creatures. They wanted to know everything about them but Corin wouldn’t say a single word. 

They used spells to try and make her talk, wicked magic that made every single part of her body scream out in pain. But Corin wouldn’t say a word. She was unsure how much time had passed before she saw the world again. They had stopped giving her wolfsbane a long time ago as punishment and were normally quite rigid with the checks until one night they weren’t. Severus had chained her up, but the chains hadn’t been changed in some time, worn by the nights spent pulling on them. When Corin transformed the chain broke from the wall and with the weight and power she now wielded it was nothing for her to break through Mr Mulpepper’s wooden basement door even with its enchanted locks. A rabid animal hungry for blood, Corin steamed through the streets, attacking anything in sight. ANDRESSA PARKINSON [victim], RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [victim] and ROSALINE DAVIS [victim] were not known to her, faces in a crowd people in her way that were lucky enough to have people round them who could fight her off with their magic. When Corin came round on Hampstead Heath she had every memory of the night before, her life spent in the basement and her burning desire to find her family and get revenge. Now free, Corin hopes to learn everything she can about Bellatrix, Severus and Rabastan to make them pay for what they’ve done. 

— she is a LEVEL 7 WEREWOLF & readied for war ;

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ROLANDA HOOCH

Birthday: 02 April 1947.

Blood Status: Half-Breed (Harpy).

Gender & Pronouns: Female; she/her.

Occupation: Retired Holyhead Harpies Chaser; Hogwarts Flying Instructor.

Sided with:  Order of the Phoenix Ally.

Faceclaim: Cate Blanchett.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts.

House: Slytherin.

Extra curricular: Quidditch Captain/Chaser

BIO

GROWING UP

Rolanda was born to an unknown woman in an unknown location, left on her muggle father’s doorstep with naught but the basket she was left in, and her birth certificate.  To this day, she isn’t sure if Garret Hooch is truly her father, or if he had fallen prey to a game or con of a magical being, leaving her a changeling in an unforgiving world.  Her father did his best by her, working hard as a lighthouse tender in the South Stack lighthouse of Holyhead, thinking nothing of her parentage with her wild mop of fiery hair and golden eyes.

She often assisted him as best she could, feeling free with the sea air in her hair, and standing on the railing looking out over the ocean.  His first hint as to what she was happened when her fiery red hair started bleaching out more and more until it grew in so brightly blonde it was no longer able to be passed off as simple bleaching of the sun.  

Unfortunately for him, it was in a burst of accidental magic during a temper tantrum that saw him suffering a broken spine.  While the doctors were able to give him most of his ability to walk, the pain would linger for the rest of his life.  He self-medicated this pain with more and more whiskey as time went on, growing apathetic and leaving more of his work to young Rolanda.  She learned after that unfortunate incident to contain her wild temper for more appropriate time and place, leaving many of the empty bottles of whiskey shattered under the force of thrown rocks in the small backyard of the ramshackle home she grew up in.  

START OF THE WAR

Her Hogwarts letter answered many questions she didn’t even know she had, and the magical world at first seemed just that: magical.  She thought she’d found a place where she actually belonged.  But then she learned the darker portion of the wizarding world when she was 14, having run afoul of a member of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures when he correctly identified her as harpy-blooded and she found faces that had previously been welcoming suddenly outright hostile.  

But her escape was taking to the skies as if she was born there, often being found with wind-wild hair and a nearly feral look to her eyes.  But she’d found something she was good at–great even, and even those that hated her for what she was couldn’t deny her talent nor skill.  Though even as she began making a name for herself, she continued going home, picking up after her father, and working in the lighthouse every summer.  

Just prior to graduation, she was offered an opportunity to try out for the Pride of Portree where she made starting chaser straight out of Hogwarts.  She played for the Pride for three years before being offered a position with the Holyhead Harpies, and while the contract earned slightly less, she took it for the opportunity to live near her father to better be able to care for him.  

She was a Quidditch player by day and a caretaker by night for five years before Garret succumbed to his age and his injuries.  She went through a rough time then, drinking and womanizing her way through players and fans alike until the lifestyle ended with a pair of bludgers to the back while playing the Magpies, shattering her spine, shoulderblade, and tearing all of the connective tissue in her left shoulder and elbow.  While St. Mungos could fix most of it, the nerve damage in her left arm was too great to continue competing at the professional level, so she found herself medically retired and unemployed.  

PRESENT TIME

Dumbledore was her saving grace, offering her the newly open position of Flying Instructor with the understanding she would also fill the role of Quidditch officiant on game days.  And while it wasn’t her dream, she was still connected to the skies and given a home once again.  Albeit, with the explicit understanding that the drinking and womanizing was to stop, for she was now a member of Hogwarts staff and would be expected to live up to everything that entailed.

CONNECTIONS

Minerva McGonagall. Rolanda’s (not so) secret crush.  Whether it actually goes anywhere is up to the other player, but having that potential for drama is fantastic.

Friend With Benefits. This person is a confidante and on again/off again partner, they know all her deepest secrets and someone she trusts explicitly.  Whether she ends up in a permanent relationship, or otherwise, they’re always her go-to friend.  There is also a possibility of being someone that betrays her trust, but yeah, that similar vein.

OTHER

Animagus: Osprey; something she did on her off-time throughout the summers.

Patronus: Irish Wolfhound.

Rolanda is currently TAKEN and played by ANDI.

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ABOUT:

Character name: Jason Gently Age & Birthday: 20 & April 1st Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & He/Him Occupation: Baker at Gentle Confections Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Slytherin Affiliation: Neutral Face claim: Logan Lerman

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: homophobia, queer bashing, arson, violence

Jason Gently has had something wrong with him for as long as he can remember. At home it had always been loving, and caring. His family were all odd in similar ways and knew how to love each other endlessly for who they were as people, for the things that made them unique. Unfortunately for Jason, the rest of the world wasn’t quite as accepting of his brand of oddities. From a young age, the combination of constant bullying from other children and his own accident prone nature had him hurting more often than not.

Despite this, Jason was always happy, always smiling, he made friends in the muggle school he learned in growing up. His best friend was named Martin, and he was the most important person in Jason’s life outside of his family. When he received his Hogwarts letter at the end of primary, Jason decided to finally tell Martin how he felt. And after being attacked by Martin in turn, he was all the more glad to be going away to Hogwarts the next year, even with the newly acquired scars he now needed to hide.

His family was incredibly excited to have another magical folk in their family, Christopher Gently being a half blood himself. They were all there to see him off to Hogwarts his first year. He was sorted into Sytherin, felt immediate pride for his house and brilliant people in it, but as most things for him it wasn’t quite so easy.

The bullying followed him to Hogwarts with his sorting. Other Slytherins found it all too easy to pick at his faults, he wasn’t a pureblood, he was too small, too timid, too gentle for the house. He became known as the misplaced Hufflepuff amongst his peers, a badger in snake’s clothing, and far from accepted by other Slytherins.

He didn’t stop being himself, but he learned to be more quiet. He learned to stay out of other students' way, how to shut up and take himself to the hospital wing, how to be happy with his own company. And his time at Hogwarts was as happy as it could have been along with everything else. He didn’t get the best grades in his classes, but his ambition showed every here and there in the things he took interest in, and Jason became extremely good at a specific handful of skills. He managed to learn to be an animagus, and it became all too easy to walk around in his little tabby cat form without being bothered. All was fine until the end of sixth year.

The attack was covered minimally by wizard media, decided that it had been caused by a gas fire, but the way the mansion had exploded all at once had been so sudden. And it left Jason with nothing more than an inheritance to keep himself financially stable. He would have given it all for his family back.

Now he has put his money and one of his few talents into the running of his own little bakery in Godric's Hollow. He thinks about the wrongs done to him, by muggle and magical hands alike, daily, and mourns for things he can never get back. And despite it he takes no side in the war.

Jason refuses to raise a hand or wand to another person, opens his door and his heart to anyone, loves easily and unconditionally as his family always taught him to, and puts others before himself at every opportunity.

He never wants to be responsible for another person’s pain.

OOC INFO:

Played by: Boo Time Zone: CST

[the-whispers-of-death]

Home Again

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Most gods would be happy that they were back in the paradise realm after previously being banished and stripped of their divinity, but Fallen God!Ghost aches for you.

His nights are spent dreaming about you, the mortal who showed him what love was. He dreamt of sleeping beside you, kissing you, even cooking with you. He dreamt of your beautiful hair, your breathtaking eyes, your jaw-dropping smile. His dreams were filled with memories of your laughter, your smooth and lyrical voice.

Paradise realm is a paradise, sure, but nothing could compare to you. Your beauty outshines the paradise realm's, your presence calms Ghost in a way the paradise realm can never. The air was always lighter when he was around you, the colors of the world always brighter. You are his light, his world, and everything is dull without you.

He spends week after week searching for how to get back to the mortal realm and back to you. His power is potent, he can just teleport himself down to the mortal realm to see you but that doesn't seem like a satisfying answer to him.

Ghost would eventually have to leave you and go back to the paradise realm, forced to be able to only visit you from time to time. He didn't want that, he can't bear the thought of leaving you. Of sleeping in his own bed, alone.

He also couldn't make you a concubine of his, bring you to the paradise realm. It didn't feel right for him to ask you to leave everything you knew behind just so you could spend hours alone in his temple while he worked. You deserve better than that.

So what else was there to do?

It takes Ghost a few days to realize what he must do. What he has to do in order to see you again.

He is standing in God!Price's temple, all of the deities summoned there for the monthly update of what the pantheon has been doing since they last convened. He can barely hear what the others are saying, it being meaningless as his mind finally reaches an answer to his burning question.

"I'm stripping myself of my godhood and powers, permanently," Ghost says, interrupting the conversation.

The entire temple is silenced at once, everyone turning their heads to stare at Ghost in disbelief.

A god deliberately turning himself mortal? That was unheard of. It was absurd to even those deities who loved the mortals so much.

Price frowns, clearly thinking Ghost has gone mad. "Now, Ghost, let's think about this," he says, his words slow and carefully curated. "You can't just abandon your godly duties, you're the God of Warfare. If there's one thing that the mortals do the most, it's engaging in war."

Ghost scoffs. "My duties can easily be done by our Goddess of War," he replies, gesturing with his hand towards said goddess. "I no longer want to be a god."

His words ignite a flurry of murmurs between the other deities, all of them shocked beyond disbelief. They don't understand why he wouldn't want to be a god, especially after centuries of hearing him look down on mortals.

"Is this because of the mortal you met during your banishment, {Name}?" Price asks, peeved now. "I hadn't thrown you down to them for you to fall in love with them, Ghost."

"No, you did it so I could learn the importance of mortals and I have," Ghost cuts in, his power flaring up as his anger spikes. This isn't up for debate. "I'm doing this no matter what any of you say, I was doing a courteous thing by giving you all a heads-up."

Price shifts in the seat of his throne, itching to get up and slap some sense into Ghost. "Enough of this, Ghost. You don't even know if they will take you if you're not a god. Perhaps that was the only reason they fell in love with you in the first place."

Ghost snarls in rage at the accusation and assassination of your character. "Even if that's the case, which I doubt it is, it is my choice. I'd rather spend the rest of my mortal life heartbroken if they turn me away than spend eternity aching for them," he says defiantly.

Immense power fills the temple, all of it Ghost's as he pools it all in his veins. Stripping himself of his godhood and powers is excruciating, the pain almost enough to stop him, but he keeps pressing on with the action.

It was worth it, for you.

"Someone stop him!" Price bellows at the other deities, but it's too late.

Just as God!Soap reaches for Ghost to try and stop him, Ghost's godhood and powers are stripped from him, his last act of being a god is to send his mortal form where it needs to be: at your doorstep.

His second fall seems euphoric, a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he falls through the clouds and lands on your front porch just like he had done months ago.

He looks to the side just as you open your front door, a smile gracing his lips at the sight of you. The weight on his chest is lifted, everything falling into place once more.

"Ghost?" You ask, surprised. You had thought you would never see him again. "Did... Did you get your godhood taken away again?"

Ghost stands with your help, his skin thrumming at the sensation of your hands on him again. "I took it away myself," he murmurs, breathless as he stares in your beautiful eyes.

Your face twists into confusion, which makes sense since he had been itching to be a god again the first time he fell. "Why?"

"For you, love. I couldn't bear to live eternity without you," Ghost says, secretly nervous that you won't take him now that he's not a god. "I love you, {Name}."

"I love you too," you reply, making him relax. You step closer, happy that this isn't a dream. "I don't care that you're not a god anymore, I only ever wanted you."

"You will always have me, for as long as you will have me."

Ghost steps closer as well, reaching up to gently cradle your face between his hands. He can't wait for you to lean in as well, though you do so as he gently presses his lips against yours.

The kiss can only be described as heavenly, all of the noises of city life fading away until there was only the sound of you two kissing. It's so gentle and slow, Ghost savoring what it's like to kiss you. He pours every ounce of love into the kiss, needing you to be filled with his love.

It feels like you are kissing for hours before you both pull away for air. Your soft pants fill the air between you two, you smiling at him.

"Come on," you say, gently grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. "Let's go inside and have dinner together."

Ghost nods and follows you inside the house that truly feels like home now. He lets you lead him into the kitchen, not even complaining about having to cook with you.

He had been a fallen god when he had first met you but now, he was neither fallen nor a god. He was just Ghost. A man you loved.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[anintrovertedechoe]

no thoughts just breaking down in mammon’s arms and sitting in his lap while he rocks you back and forth and firmly rubs up and down your back while telling you he’s got you and it’s all going to be okay.

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[cecilxa]

if you'll have me

summary: lyney would share his deepest secrets with you, if only you'd ask

contents: ooc probably (do i care? no. do i love men being down bad? yes.), pining!lyney (he basically is too in love), fluff, gn!reader, pre-relationship

cw: a tiny allusion to violence

recommend listening to: ur so pretty by wasia project

a/n: hehe have some lyney before i disappear again

Being a magician, Lyney is certainly no fool to distractions or tricks. What he can be fooled by, however, is something that he certainly cannot control–not that he’d want to anyway. 

He can’t help it if he dreams of your hands, how he’d be able to cradle them in his own and be able to gaze into your eyes with too much adoration for him to contain, and he’d be able to spill all sorts of ‘I love yous’ that fall so easily from his lips, it would be like he’d been born to utter them. 

He can’t help it if he dedicates all the nights staring out above the city and up into the sky to you–and how he’d count all the stars in the night if it’d make you happy, no matter how long it’d take. 

He can’t help it if, when you talk to him, he goes red, trying to contain the ever-present grin that somehow still leaks out at the sides, making his mouth lopsided. It’s not like he cares. Seeing you is always worth it. 

Lyney’s feelings find themselves overflowing with devotion, too much for him to properly handle, but it feels too good for him to let go.

It’s nearly every day when he thinks about him confessing his utter love for the way you say his name, for the way you maintain eye contact, for the way you smile so lovely at him, for the way he’d get down on one knee and say that his heart lies in your hands, and even if you plucked it apart, piece by piece, he’d be grateful that you were the one to be there until its last breath. 

People say there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but Lyney proclaims that he’s experienced it firsthand, because ever since you’ve met, he’s only been able to think of cooking for two, only been able to think of gifts that, conspicuously or not, loudly cry for your attention, not unlike himself. 

He flirts, he charms, he blushes, and yet he can never seem to come out with the very words that open the locked doors that guard your heart. 

He notices your reactions, whenever you invite him out, when you peer with interest at seeing a certain item on sale, and when your eyes light up when he surprises you with a goofy grin, gifting you that same certain item (plus a couple more), because no matter how much, he somehow has that little bit of change that’s always there. 

Always there. He likes to think that his love is always there. There when you cry, and there when you laugh, and there when you’re having an afternoon drink with him, and there when he gazes at you when you’re talking about something that you like and when he thinks that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. Even though you don’t truly know how far his love goes. 

In fact, you’ve only seen Lyney upset once in your life. 

The weather in Fontaine is unpredictable–rainy one moment and then sunny the next–and it just had to be the one day you forgot bring an umbrella. You had arrived at the Café Lucerne sopping wet, drenched to the bone with moisture that made you feel all icky and cold. Lyney was seated at one of the tables, and you headed towards him, only for his eyes to widen. He questioned you sharply, asking how you were, why did you go in the rain, why did you not bring an umbrella, why did you come and not seek shelter?! 

What if you got sick?!

His voice, usually so cheerful and amiable, now panicked and distressed. Not even waiting for an answer, his hand frantically grabbed yours, rushing the both of you to his abode, where you were forced to take a shower and take some spare clothes. 

Lyney then questioned you again–only once you were safe and with a hot drink, of course–and when you replied that you wanted to see him, his heart strained and his eyes softened. 

Oh, what you do to this magician! Are you trying to melt him with your words?! 

You looked at him, and a very pink blush crept up onto his cheeks, leaving a burning sensation. How he managed to say anything, he still doesn’t know to this day. Maybe it was the adrenaline talking, because his voice came out breathy and uncertain.

“You scared me. I don’t want you to get sick; it pains me to see you in pain.”

His voice was quiet for once and more genuine than you’d ever heard before. 

You smiled at him in response, and he thinks that everything is okay. 

Ever since that day, Lyney’s sheltered a dream.

One day, he’ll lie with you under the sheets, and he’ll whisper the things he vows to do to make you happy. And when he whispers each and every thing he vows to do, he’ll kiss your shoulder, and then your cheek, and then your hands–twice for good measure–and then your lips, and he’ll shudder so softly because the feeling of your tender lips against his erupts mini-fireworks in his stomach. 

And then when you fall asleep, he’ll let his eyes scan the very person he’s willing to do anything for, and he’ll see the stars in your veins, and he’ll say to you in your sleep that even the number of stars in the sky can’t compare to the number of things he can love about you. 

Lyney may be a magician, but there's no tricks or misdirection in how pure his feelings are, much like a singular white dove.

a/n: tell me if this is getting too repetitive i somehow always do this format without even thinking 😰 i’m a sucker for this style though 😻 likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated !! 🩷🩷

[riddikulushq]

IC INFO:

Character name: Quirinus "Q" Quirrell Age & Birthday: 19 & February 14 Gender & Pronouns: Trans-Man, He/Him Occupation: Bookstore Clerk Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Ravenclaw Previous Affiliation: Neutral Face claim: Jamie Raines Traits: +Loyal, Observant, Soft - Cautious, Anxious, Full of fake confidence 

TAKEN BY PAN

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

[tw: transphobia]

Quirrell doesn’t remember much of his early life. There are plenty of pictures but none of them are of him. They are before he had things figured out. They are of a little girl who didn’t feel comfortable in her body and he prefers not to remember that. 

Quirrell found the name Quirinus in a book and loved the way the character made him feel. He was strong, everyone liked him, and most importantly he wasn’t scared of anything. Quirrell was scared of just about everything and hoped embodying his favorite character would help. In a small way it did but turns out anxiety can’t be fixed from a name change. 

He came out to his parents his fourth year. It didn’t go over well. In fact it went terribly. His parents outright denied it, refused to play along in his “game” and ignored it all together. They wouldn’t let him cut his hair, wouldn’t let him dress how he wanted, and only referred to him as their daughter. 

At school he dressed in the boys uniform after much begging and pleading. He had a few friends that knew but for the most part people had no idea at all. It wasn’t easy but he tried his best to just push through. 

As soon as school ended he left home and made the changes that felt right. The long hair was gone, he changed his name, he got himself clothing that felt right, and got himself a job in the best place in the world. A bookstore. 

It was pretty easy to ignore the war when he tucked himself away into the store, avoiding everything. He wasn’t much of a fighter after all, he seeked knowledge after all. He wanted to learn so much and so he did. From a safe distance of war that is. 

He’s been living as Quirinus for three years now and while the war is over he can’t help but feel like there is more to it. Could just be anxiety, at least that is what he keeps telling himself. 

To help keep his mind off of it though, he’s found some false confidence in hookups and pretending he knows what he’s doing. He’s weirdly good at it, but too bad the confidence doesn’t stay forever. 

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE SCALES get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → andromeda black pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth →  september 1957 - september 1958 face claim → emma mackey blood status → pure-blood  sexual orientation → graysexual occupation → defence barrister at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → member of the order of the phoenix, wife of edward tonks, mother of nymphadora tonks

— she is best described as ;

A GOOD BOOK you curl up with on a RAINY DAY. She is a FAMILIAR FACE in a large crowd & the GENTLE SQUEEZE from a SATIN GLOVED HAND. She is as SOFT as a FUR SHAWL & as GRACEFUL as a SWAN. Her voice is filled with WISDOM & MONEY, her body has experienced LUXURY, yet her eyes sting with the INJUSTICE she longs to fight.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

A kind hearted woman Andromeda Black is considered by those who know her well to have a pure soul, though many people outside her circle are often too overwhelmed by the idea of her very famous family to even give her a chance to show it. The middle daughter of CYGNUS BLACK [father] and his wife DRUELLA BLACK [mother], Andromeda was raised at Brideswater Manor in the Hertfordshire countryside, cloaked by magic and woodland to shield them from the eyes of muggles. The house always felt somewhat empty to Andromeda, though filled with heirlooms and trinkets she could hear their voices echo. Her mother had never felt like a natural one to Andromeda, who always seemed as though she’d rather have had dolls rather than children she had to attempt to control. Her eldest sister BELLATRIX BLACK [sibling] was wild and the majority of her childhood felt like raised voices across the dining room as Bellatrix desperately tried to impress their father with grand statements and facts about their world, whilst their mother rolled her eyes and once again reminded her of her manners. With this great power struggle going on, Andromeda was able to fly under the radar, content with a book and to do as she was told much to the delight of her mother. 

Dutiful and quiet, she only caused her mother headaches when she reached her years beyond school, but in her earlier years she was her hand. Able to plait the long silver hair of her youngest sister NARCISSA BLACK [sibling] and entertain her older sister or the children they invited round their home with conversation she didn’t much care for but did to keep the volume down at parties. She spoke when she was spoken to and rarely had an opinion that passed her lips, just the way Druella wanted it. But what Andromeda did instead was listen, whilst Naricssa longed to impress people with her beauty and Bellatrix with her mind, Andromeda sat and watched. Noticed the things people commended and the things that wrinkled their noses. People in her world of The Sacred Twenty-Eight were only interested in hearing their own opinions repeated back to them, whilst her father’s friends at The Ministry of Magic, had grand ideas about building a more equal world, she watched her parents smile and nod about when she knew they couldn’t think of anything more awful, but unlike her elder sister, the pair had a very good poker face. 

Arriving at school after Bellatrix and her cousin EVAN ROSIER [cousin] were leaving, Andromeda was given a place in Slytherin. She liked to believe it was her intelligence and determination that had gained her a spot in Slytherin, but her sorting seemed to be both a blessing and a curse, as the people she’d known her whole life embraced her, and new faces didn’t want to get to know her. Although her family had quite strict ideas regarding blood purity, which Bellatrix had very publicly aired, Andromeda had never truly felt convinced.The idea her family was any better than any other magical families due to their lack of muggle blood. She was of the opinion that blood and money meant nothing and it was one's mind and desire to embrace and make a change that truly made the measure of a person. Andromeda believed that deep down her family were those sorts of people. Her mother was a beautiful and kind witch that was truly loved by their community, whilst her father had a brilliant mind and had done such good in his work at Wizengamot. Andromeda told herself their opinions were outdated and signified the time they were born into rather than the world today, and that a lot of the people she associated with were simply symptoms of that very issue. 

It was her duty and her wish to slowly change their mind and she did it by surrounding herself with people she thought she could potentially have common ground with. ADRASTEIA GREENGRASS [best friend/housemate] was from a similar background to Andromeda, from a Sacred Twenty-Eight family and with a mother who worked in Wizengamot with Andromeda’s father. She was the only person in Andromeda’s world that she felt comfortable chatting theories and speaking about law with who knew what it was like to be from the social standing that everyone hated. Her friends ROSALIE FLINT [close friend] was also from The Sacred Twenty-Eight and had designs on great love and being married whatever that meant, whilst LUCINDA TALKALOT [close friend] was not from a Sacred Twenty-Eight family, but a long established and respected one, who had dreams of becoming Quidditch Captain and living independently where her parents could no longer control her. There they were, the rebellious Slytherin girls hiding in plain sight where no one could notice them and their grand plans. But it was hard to show any rebellion in front of Narcissa and her friends, so relationships like her friendship with muggle-born EDWARD TONKS [close friend/potential love interest] had to be kept a secret, something which AMELIA BONES [person of interest/former rival], was more than too happy to point out. 

Graduating a prefect, a member of slug club and narrowly missing out on Head Girl, Andromeda was focused on what she would throw her weight behind. Despite her mother’s complaints that yet another daughter would not be joining the marriage market, Andromeda accepted a position in Wizengamot as an associate of defence barrister RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [close friend/potential love interest]. Andromeda at first found him a cold man, who more than likely thought she had gotten her job through nepotism rather than having deserved it, but the more cases she worked on the more Andromeda proved her worth and the two formed a bond. She felt like his right hand and by the time they had taken the SILAS CRUMP [former client] case, she’d become his right hand. Losing his case was gutting to Andromeda; she had longed to see him walk free and had always been determined he was innocent of the slaying of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest]. Her suspicions were further heightened when MASON TREMBLAY [person of interest] was convicted of the murder of Amelia Bones and was plastered in the press as Silas’ lover, which Andromeda knew to be false as he had a wife and child. 

Something felt wrong to Andromeda and she was determined to figure out what it was. Between cases Andromeda began travelling Europe in search of his wife KAMALI SKANDER [person of interest] or his daughter CORIN HALE [person of interest] in the hope she could at the very least disprove The Daily Prophet article and clear his name. To her surprise, Rodolphus did not seem to be as interested in challenging their client’s verdict as she was, something that was certainly uncommon as Rodolphus had always played to win. Andromeda knew that Rodolphus knew he was innocent and after graduating from his services and becoming a barrister in her own right, she began looking into Silas’ case without mentioning it to her former boss. Although Andromeda would love to focus on Silas, another case has become her focus. A young werewolf named JONATHAN REEVES [client] has sought Andromeda out to help build his defence after the disappearance of Andromeda’s close friend Rosalie. Although a cold case, Andromeda has noticed mentions of Rosalie as the three year mark comes closer. Wanting the case to be taken seriously by the Aurors, Jonathan is willing to work with them to find the person who hurt Rosalie, but is concious that when a young witch goes missing, the first finger pointed is always at the boyfriend.

— she is a LEVEL 6 WITCH & readied for war ;

[fractured-hq]

TEAGAN NOTT

Birthday: 18 November 1957.

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her.

Occupation: Model.

Sided with: Neutral.

Faceclaim: Ryan Destiny.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts.

House: Ravenclaw.

Extra curricular: Slug Club, Choir.

Quidditch: n/a.

BIO

GROWING UP

Although the Nott family had their so-called prized family heir, Owen, just two years prior, they knew at once that royalty laid in their arms when Teagan Viola Nott was born. Clarence and Eleanor gave her everything. They deemed her a princess and treated her as such. She took etiquette classes from a young age and was always dressed to the nines. Her parents never allowed Teagan to lower her head to anyone. Her cheeks, lips and eyes needed to be seen by all, resonating with the name Nott. Teagan Viola Nott built upon the Nott name under everyone’s noses – more than Owen. Teagan may have been unexpected, but she was unexpectedly everything the family needed. The fact is that Owen was left in the dust. He had become a problem child. Their parents didn’t know what to do with him. Because Teagan responded so well to their parenting, they focused on her. This caused a rift between the siblings. As much as Teagan hated seeing Owen’s hurt and angry face, she fed off being doted upon. Her young mind wanted to know how to mend their relationship but didn’t know how. It didn’t help that their parents did their best to keep them apart, not wanting him to rub off on her. She felt a very real pain inside due to this. Pain and guilt. It was almost a blessing when he left for Hogwarts because she didn’t have to see his suffering every day. Until she got her letter and would be at Hogwarts with him.

START OF THE WAR

Thrilled to have the beneficial mind of a Ravenclaw in the family, it wasn’t a mind the Notts cared about curating with schoolwork and mere curiosities. No, they wanted her to learn tricks and trades. There were many ways intelligence could be interpreted, and Clarence and Eleanor corrupted it as much as they could. Teagan had been taught how to act and what she should be, but part of what they taught her was to be manipulative, something she would use not only against her peers (who deserved it) but also her family. She knew what they wanted to hear, knew what they wanted her to do and knew what they expected. Teagan used it to her advantage. She twisted professors to her every whim, creating stories and showing emotions to get what she wanted. Teagan could do whatever she pleased if she kept her manipulation and lies in check — at school. Teagan was the master of her trade, whatever trade she wanted it to be. Ravenclaw did give her the chance to rely on books to help learn such tricks and trades as she had to prepare for her work at The Ministry following graduation. She had to be educated. This was the reason she was sorted into the house. She was wise. She knew there were more reasons than just the education she received at home. Although Teagan made friends with many people from the very beginning, she missed Owen and what they could be. She tried connecting with him. It didn’t go horribly but didn’t have the effect she had hoped for. In her dreams they would have fallen into each other’s arms and say how much they’d wished they could have done so all along. Alas, Owen was hesitant. After all, she was the golden child when he was not only the first born but also the heir — “unless that had changed too,” he’d say, which stung Teagan to the core. As she got older, he introduced her to some parties in his house’s dorm. They had fun, but it was fleeting. “At least it was something,” she had to tell herself. And that’s all it was.

PRESENT TIME

After graduation Teagan was expected to get her job at The Ministry but decided she wanted to travel first. Reluctantly, her parents agreed, giving their princess what she wanted. When her travels took her to France, she was approached and asked if she was a model. Teagan laughed at the pick-up line. “No, seriously.” It gave her pause. She was never given the chance to think of a career in anything aside from being a Ministry official. The more she learned, modeling sounded fascinating. Teagan agreed to give it a try and see how it went. She was a natural. Even she was surprised. After working in France, the talent scout got her a standing gig in London. The tides had changed. It was time to tell mommy and daddy. Clarence and Eleanor were not pleased with her for the first time but that didn’t stop Teagan. And it didn’t stop their money flow. Teagan knew Clarence was a Death Eater and Eleanor to some extent, but she didn’t care about the war. Teagan was still a master manipulator but now from a different angle. No marks on her perfect skin. No unnecessary drama concerning the war. She played along with their little game of pureblood madness but never carried it with her because she just didn’t care. There were more important, interesting, and fun things to do in life than fight, get bloody and scarred. All for what? Something that would go on and on and on. Nothing would ever change. But Teagan would go along with her family, making them think she was on their side. She knew that one day they would likely try to marry her off. But Teagan wouldn’t have any of it. She wouldn’t marry anyone. She would live her life on her terms and was prepared to manipulate masterfully when that day came. She was too smart for her own good. It might’ve been said that Teagan was the Nott doll, but really, she was the puppet master all along.

CONNECTIONS

Potential Arranged Marriage

Friends from School

Love Interest

Owen Nott; brother

Things to consider:

None at the moment.

TEAGAN is currently CLOSED and played by JUNE.

[tyrianludaship]

Me seeing people on twitter talking about morally grey characters like they're completely irredeemable and makes them abusive rapists as a result even though the bad actions they've done is only comparable to a Wile E. Coyote cartoon skit but gorier:

[starryluminary]

Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 8: Where would I be without you?

I am holding back on yelling for ten paragraphs about this moment in rr proper. Instead I will say that I made Emma outright say she can’t be with Noah cause I feel like adding the “not on the show” part does not warrant such a strong reaction. Also Owen tries so hard. He cares so much and tries so hard and it’s borderline therapeutic to draw Noah reciprocating the efforts (in his own silly ways)

It’s also been a full year since I’ve initially started this series! Happy Birthday, Noah is friends with Owen!

Transcript:

Image 1 Emma: I like you!! A lot! Emma: But…

Image 2 Emma: …I can’t be with you. I’m sorry.

Image 3 Owen: Oh boy.

Image 4 Don: Reality TV schmos- I mean “Pros”… Don: I’m afraid you’re last. It’s time to go…

Image 5 Don: …Is what I would have said if this were an elimination round, but it isn’t!

Image 6 Don, offscreen: Congratulations, guys! You’re still in the game!

Image 7 Owen: Noah…? You ok, buddy? Noah: I… Uhm…

Image 8 Noah: …Ow.

Image 9 Owen: Aww, Noah!! Owen: Don’t worry- it might hurt now, but things will get better! I promise!!

Image 10 Owen: Besides… There’s ton of other fish in the sea. Like this one! Owen, in cursive: I wuv you, Noah! Kissy kissy, mwah mwah mwah! Noah: Ew. No thank you.

Image 11 Noah: I think it likes you, though.

Image 12 Owen: Oh my— NOAH!! Owen: That’s a dead fish- why would you do this to me?! Noah: Ha ha ha

Image 13 Noah: Ha… Noah: …Thanks, Owen.

Image 14 Owen: Ha. Owen: Glad I could help!

[mearcatsreturns]

I have a bookstagram, and I recently followed someone because they posted about the overconsumption issue that most bookish social media seems to have. Today, though, they posted another controversial "opinion": that listening to audiobooks isn't reading, and people who claim to have read a bunch of books that they listened to as audiobooks are lying and/or deluded. Listening to audiobooks, she said, is just consuming books.

I disagreed in a fairly politely worded reply, and I intend to unfollow/block, because I find it unlikely this person will change their mind, especially since I'm far from the only person to point out that this is exclusionary and ableist. But this is tumblr/my house, and now I'm going to be as blunt as I want to be.

I'm a librarian and archivist. So much of the work I and others in my field do focuses on making books and reading more accessible and less exclusionary. It is, in fact, incredibly ableist to negate how important audiobooks are for people who have certain disabilities or challenges, and I would in no universe say they aren’t reading. For that matter, a busy person who only has time for audiobooks and for people who just prefer them--it still counts, as far as I'm concerned.

See, there's a difference between an audiobook and a podcast or long song or radio program. An audiobook is still a book--it was written with a particular narrative structure, and the author plays a defined but limited role (once the book is written, it's written; the author isn't tuning in next episode with comments and corrections based on what listeners said). An audiobook is a book, ergo, listening to one is reading. Using braille is reading, and listening to audiobooks is reading.

The part that has me in full Captain Raymond Holt "apparently that is a trigger for me" mode is that this bookstagrammer called listening to audiobooks consumption. In the context of her other posts about overconsumption as an issue in the bookish community (again, agree, but also...mind your own business), this seems particularly insidious to me. Conflating influencer-driven (and capitalist hellscape) consumption with listening to an audiobook (again, a massive boon for the visually impaired and those with disabilities like ADHD, dyslexia, etc.) is rude at best and dangerously exclusionary at worst. Stop letting comparison be the thief of joy; mind your own business and stop looking at the pages that bother you. Focus on the kindness of leaning towards inclusion, meeting people where they are, and leaving judgment behind.*

*This person also said "feel free to comment if you disagree but please don't be mean or judgmental," as if they hadn't just posted the most ableist and judgmental sludge I've seen today.

tl;dr: don’t be a gatekeeping shithead, mind your own business, and

(gif by matalyn on tenor, couldn't find on tumblr)

[miiilowo]

jacket update post because i haven't posted the current version yet :3

[uncanny-tranny]

I find that using more neutral language such as "people who menstrate" isn't just inclusive of trans people who fit the prerequisite condition, but also cis people. Saying something like "only women menstrate" ignores that many people start menstruating well before they are socially and legally recognized as adults. And obviously, this goes beyond menstruation; it includes pregnancy, certain cancers, and these things aren't barred by gender or (necessarily) sex assigned at birth. Neutral language for all bodies benefits trans people, intersex people, and cis people (younger and older) alike.