#tnott

[burnnouts]

@tnott said “So the expert on all of this is… you?” (for Sirius from Theo)

"Yep." Sirius spread his arms out in mock celebration. "Welcome to the Headquarters of Magical Objects, and the answers to all the burning questions of your heart's content, granted that it's stored in that filing cabinet there, and relates to something no one in all the ministry actually gives a damn about." He gestured to a nearby cabinet so dusty, it was clear no one had cared to open it in years.

Two decades ago, Sirius would have considered himself the goddamn expert of the whole fucking universe. Yes, he'd been a cocky prick, but he'd had good reason for it--he'd been good, damn good. He and James hadn't just been popular in the social scene alone; they'd been top of their class. Sirius had gotten top grades in all of his OWLs and NEWTS without trying, and he'd managed to become an animagus when he was only fifteen years old, when many grown wizards couldn't pull it off. So yes, once upon a time, Sirius Orion Black had been full of promise, a rising star in the wizarding world.

And then came the war. And prison. And another god damned war. He was twenty-two when he was locked up, thirty-four before he'd managed to escape, and thirty-eight by the time the war was over and his name cleared. By that age, most people had at least some idea what they'd been put on this earth to do, but Sirius had spent the last year or so shuffling around from one job to the next in the Ministry. They had all been easy enough to get; the Ministry owed him a debt, after all. Twelve years of false imprisonment, it turned out, was worth a job or two, so Sirius tried them all, quitting after only a few short weeks.

And that was how he'd come to work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. It had been a good enough excuse to get paid for taking apart the things he already cared about: like his motorcycle, or Arthur's car. He'd long been interested in muggle technology--in muggle anything, really, that might have pissed off his parents. Now, however, they had him digging up old muggle artifacts that had been cursed and placed in museums across the country: old devices from the Roman era and Medieval Europe. Some of it had been cursed long ago with anti-theft charms and the like, but some had some pretty nasty curses, the sort of thing his parents might have concocted, and the sort of thing he'd unearthed in his family home, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a hundred times over.

So maybe, in a manner of speaking, he was an expert. He slumped back into his office chair--he was still surprised he had an office in the first place--and threw his boots up onto the desk, crossing his arms behind his head. "What can I do you for?"

[luminescenc1e]

“ You’d never truly believe that I’d betray you, would you? I mean I never have, and I don’t appreciate the accusation, Nott. ”

@tnott liked for a short starter.

[terrifiesthem]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SKY!!!!

dont mind me im just SOBBING

[sorrythatwasmean]

👫 (murder-popsicle)

(Five years later... 👫 - holds my muse’s hand)

The news said the quinjet wreckage was found in the ocean. The reports speculated it was the one Hulk had used to flee Sokovia. Others said it may have simply fallen from it.

Bruce doesn't remember any of that. He remembers waking up alone, half-naked in his Avengers A- branded stretchy pants, still aching and still tired, covered in sand and shivering. He buried his phone in the sand. The point was to disappear.

He remembers Natasha's lips pressing against his. He remembers she shoved him away. He remembers betrayal and falling and fury burning mixed with fear.

Falling. And forgetting he would be fine in that moment when the world was no longer beneath his feet. He remembers rushing air and a rush of pain as Hulk burst through him.

He remembers she chose the mission over what he wanted.

He forgave her anyway. She didn't know that, but that wasn't the point. She'd done what she thought was right. And even if he could be angry with her for it, he couldn't hate her for that.

He wound up in a European hostel somewhere. His Russian was understandable if clumsy. The lab assistant who was suppose to stop the gamma bomb test years ago had been a Russian spy. He hadn't known that. He thought learning Russian from him was just friendly bonding, not a ploy to gain his trust and his research.He'd understood the science. And having anyone understand him besides Aunt Susan, cousin Jen or Betty Ross had been rare.

It had been nice.

He left the hostel early in the morning. They--whoever they were--waited until he passed an alley and pulled him into it, slamming him against a wall.

Bruce's eyes glowed green and they called him a mutant freak and landed another blow. Fuzzily, he thought gamma mutate not a mutant. Another kick. Bruce fell to the ground and tried to breathe. He needed to get up. He needed to run away before more than just his eyes turned green.

He heard a thud and then a second one. And he lifted his head. His attackers were on the ground. A woman was extending a hand. He took it.

"Doctor Banner."

"Just Bruce..."

"Whoever you are,"she said. "We should go."

@murder-popsicle

[oftomorrow]

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

1 - Clark is a leap day baby! Sort of. His official adoption date, which he celebrates as his birthday, is February 29, 1980.

2 - Clark isn't the best fighter, on a technical level. He's good, but not spectacular. On an even playing field without any powers, a good chunk of the Justice League could probably take him.

3 - Clark floats in his sleep sometimes.

details about OCs (accepting)

[thelastblack]

@tnott

Narcissa thinks about telling Dinky to send Theodora off. Nobody else has come to call. Only she and Draco have haunted the mansion since . . . for the last few days. Draco has manged to find somewhere to get out of, but she has nowhere but the now empty manor to spend her time. There are no parties to be invited to, no events to spend time preparing, only the endless books of the library and the oblivious peacocks out on the grounds to keep her company.

The entire place feels as if it's slowly rotting with Narcissa trapped inside it. Theodora is the only person besides Draco she's seen in days. She casts a few easy glamour charms, throws on a robe that she knows looks good no matter how she is doing, and combs her hair out. Entertaining guests is a distraction she sorely needs, but she cannot show the depth of her misery here. She takes a deep breath, pushes her feelings down, and locks them away as thoroughly as she can. Lucius - falling back, his eyes staring, she was sure, into hers -

Not right now. She opens the door and puts on a pleasant smile for the guest sitting the drawing room. "Theodora," she says graciously. As if nothing is wrong. As if nothing has changed. "How lovely to have you." She notices the addition. "Did you bring something?" Her face is a mask. It is carved in stone. Don't think about it.

[veiledsorrows]

@tnott liked for a starter

     There was a furrow of her brow, leaning over the edge of the stair rail to peer down at the Main Hall. So she wasn't hallucinating - there really was someone sneaking out past curfew.

     Pale lips parted in a soft sigh, and the young woman quickly jogged down the stairs to catch the student red-handed. " Hey! You there! It's bedtime, you know. "

[wsstandsfor]

tutoring

continued with @tnott​ from x.

“I know,” Jakob said with a scathing expression, unpacking the majority of his schoolbag on the library table. Huge worn out pack of tarot cards (despite not being in divination), textbooks... “Tested it myself one night after dinner. Stood on the edge, looking down. Balanced on one foot.” Scraps of parchment paper, couple of quills (one broken), and a blue bottle of ink. “Didn’t fall.” Whole roll of parchment paper.

Arithmancy was interesting. So was Muggle science. They didn’t have magic and had to go through a whole different line of thinking. Weights and measures. Teeny little stuff making up the universe. Not boring! 

“Aha!” he said, mindful to not let his voice carry that far. “My latest and greatest.” One bent roll of filled out parchment paper was placed on the table. Jakob swept the rest of the papers back into the bag. “It’s a ‘P’ but I like to think of it as ‘Potential.’” Binns was an old fogey.

[intristitia]

"I didn't say I couldn't do it."

CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION PROMPTS

' No, you did not. ' Even still, he just barely suppresses the urge to make a face. Peering down at the cauldron — it's contents an ominous shade of green — he ponders the seemingly flawless results. Results only obtainable from a particular set of directions, ones not likely to be listed in their usual set of textbooks.

' Tell me — who gave you access to the restricted section? '

[svbside]

@tnott said "what do you think they were thinking about? you know, when they died?" | Accepting!

Death. For many, the word, the promise, seems such a final thing. An end, which many finds frightening. And well, in some way, he can see why the thought itself can conjure such fears, but to him, death is a mere event, the inevitable. Maybe even a kindness.

"And why is this something currently distracting you from your task?"

He asks. There is a certain annoyance in his voice, for he is far from interested in dealing with such pointless questions. Still, she is one of the few students he can tolerate to a degree, hence why he doesn't turn her ray of thoughts away.

[cephaloscience-a]

22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

Mun questions meme || Accepting

Not really? I tend to judge blogs and people on a case by case basis, and the things that will make me not follow a blog will mostly be a matter of personal preference?

For example, if someone requires icons to RP. I don't like making graphics or choosing icons, and both sides are equally valid. So, we just won't interact.

Or, to give another case, a few years ago I encountered a blog with a writing style that was very philosophical and contrived. So much so that I simply couldn't follow what was happening. And so, I didn't follow them.

Chances are that nowadays, if I went back, it would all make much more sense, because my English has improved a lot over the years, but still I might not follow them. We simply had very different style preferences, and I think that's alright.

In the end we're all here to have fun and enjoy a hobby.

[burnnouts]

"Do you think I'd give up?" (from Bucky for Tony

Answered here!

[luminescenc1e]

Severus would never see himself as someone capable of providing comfort. As with most things, that too was a skill, one that you would need to be taught growing up, and like many others, he had not been. It felt awkward, a jittery sort of feeling where he felt unlike himself, fidgety. Not that it was obvious, or too obvious to anyone else, but he could feel it. Just under the skin, a desire to push away and be somewhere else. But there would be no one else, no other adult that would be able to help her. If this could be called helping.

He had had an elf bring them tea and sandwiches. The tall windows of the potion lab are open, letting the cool air, mingle with a brewing potion in the corner. “ Do you have anyone you trust among your housemates? ” Slytherins were a loyal bunch, to each other, but true trust was not something that easily came to any of them. If she had some kind of support here at school, Severus would feel like that would be the best thing to focus on. He could be supportive, but a true friend, that is something that everyone needed, at least one. One is more than enough, as long as they are as loyal to you as you are to them.

for @tnott from starter call / accepting.

[terrifiesthem]

Somebody sent this to me and I thought it was an interesting question, so I'm passing it on!

List three honest flaws your muse has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

,,,,, minus being a serial murderer????

i kid i kid. he actually really does have a LOT of problematic flaws. his black and white thinking, for instance. there's hardly any error for any greyness in his lifestyle. it's pretty brutal and he doesn't really account for all the actions and situations that some criminals and their lives have gone through that forced them into where they are today.

another flaw is how he treats people in general. he pushes and pushes and pushes people away in order to be and stay alone. not wanting people to get close to him while he simultaneously feels the need to protect those he considers family with all he is. which could be a good thing- but it comes back around to the "i'm not yours to save" kind of thing. leaving those who care about you for weeks or months just to turn around and be almost overly protective with those same people isn't the best thing.

ALSO HIS TRAUMA. bro needs therapy with him and his emotional constipation. that's the source of all contention. but yknow, murder's at least free unlike therapy i guess?

[malfaith]

"I’m so afraid you’re about to say something awful." (from mr-nott)

Lucius raises a brow. "Is it the blood?" His sleeves are rolled up, hands still dripping. "He'll survive. Rabastan managed to stop the bleeding." Lucius uses his wand to clean his hands, but he's left wiping his wand on his robes. "I don't know if he'll walk again, however." This was Lucius's mission - it had gone well, but not without injury.

The Aurors had gotten the worse end of it, so Lucius can't really complain. One man's calf is not a great loss. Lucius files away the thought that he needs to learn more healing, but he's filed away the thought a thousand times before and never gotten around to it.

[oftomorrow]

Top five Clark/Superman quotes, any media

ask my top 5 / top 10 anything (accepting)

"I'm just a guy from a small town that wants to do the right thing." — The Death of Superman

"I really do believe that we're all put here on this Earth, or whatever planet we're put on, to be better than we think we can. To be kind, helpful, generous, and forgiving." — Lois & Clark

"It’s not about where you were born or the powers you have or what you wear on your chest. It’s about what you do." — no clue

"I may have been conceived out there in the endless depths of space… but I was born when the rocket opened, on Earth, in America. […] Krypton bred me, but it was Earth that gave me all I am. All that matters. It was Krypton that made me Superman… but it is the Earth that makes me human!" — The Man of Steel

"Superman is what I can do. Clark is who I am." — Lois & Clark