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so i’ve been awol because quarantining gives me mad anxiety that i’m bad at dealing with and also i’ve been doing loads of writing for my dnd campaign but if anyone wants to do a thing pls hmu

#ooc

colourvvave

no-one made me. i made me.

indie multimuse

written by lizzie

proditeur·:

“Who said that? Who told you that? I’m not decent and I don’t do good things.” He fears the day that he begins to think of himself as a hero; that he stops hating himself for the poor choices that he’s made. That’s what makes him better than his previous self, doesn’t it? That regret? The understanding that he’s wrong?

“You can’t keep burying yourself in the what-if’s, MacDonald! Did your choices lead to more suffering? Could you have prevented it? I don’t know. That’s what it means to make a choice. You don’t know what will happen when you do but you have to make it, anyways. What do you want me to say? That Mulciber is a terrible man and he’d have gone off and reaped his destruction with or without your trying to stop him?”

“No-one had to tell me shit, because I remember you Regulus. I don’t care what happened to you or what you did because I remember you and you’re a good man,” her tears are falling freely, unable and unwilling to try and stop them. She has plenty of reasons to cry and she won’t temper her emotions just because she’s in his company.

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know what I’m looking for here, but I thought...” Merlin knows what she’s thinking, why she’s come to him of all people but everyone else is dead or gone and perhaps she was looking for that little bit of normality that she’d found in their late night meetings at school.

“Just tell me I didn’t make it worse, that my friends aren’t dead because of me,” she almost doesn’t care if it’s a lie, though of course she does or she wouldn’t have come here.

#this is the WORST #( interactions. )#( verse; tell me where i went wrong. )#proditeur

proditeur·:

She’s right. Potions is his least favorite subject—though he’s quite fond of the professor. Rather, Regulus wonders how much his knowledge of potions will apply to his everyday life. If he needs a cure for poisoning can’t he just buy one? Or simply do his best not to be poisoned in the first place?

Making his own potion is far more likely to poison him than anything else, at any rate.

He clears his throat.

“The proper use, students,” he begins in a deep, dramatic tone—the sort that Slughorn uses—and extends a hand out towards the invisible cauldron in front of him, “Of a vial is to store and transport small amounts of potion from here to there.” He wanders as he speaks, turns his back on her, tosses one hand out to the side and flings ash and orange sparks from the tip of his cigarette onto the ground, “They make pity-poor drinking flasks so I recommend, Mr. Wiggins, that you refrain from carrying your Pumpkin Juice around in your pocket as I know you’ve been known to do. Now—as you can see here from the arrangement that I’ve gathered—”

When he turns back around he spots Mary, lifts the smoke up to his mouth and mumbles with feigned surprise, “Oh! You’re still here.”

It’s never been the subject with which Mary has struggled when it comes to Potions, she’s actually quite talented at them which she hopes will aid her in her journey to becoming a healer. No, it’s Slughorn which makes Potions her least favourite class to attend; the way he tried to suck fame and glory from the teenagers around him. It seemed pathetic at best, and predatory at worst.

The beginning of his performance as Slughorn makes her laugh again, lifting a hand to stifle it and focusing on her cigarette, though the smirk didn’t leave her face. Her eyes are on his back, genuine amusement alight in her eyes.

She schools her face into pretend innocence when he turns back to where she’s sitting, though she isn’t very skilled at keeping her amusement hidden. Her face said everything even when she didn’t vocalise it. “Of course, I was about to start taking notes. Someone should check Sluggy is still alive, because it seemed a lot like his spirit just possessed you.”

Mary gets up from the bench, putting the cigarette to her lips again and heading more into the middle of the courtyard, looking up at the sky and the stars above them. “Do you ever look to see if you can find yourself?”

#( verse; it must be better than i think it is. )#proditeur #( interactions. )

❝ i still remember you as a little girl, who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving ❞

indie mary macdonald

written by lizzie

#( promo. )#indie hp rp #honestly no idea what to tag this #but here have this

trashmemes

MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER, AND ME SENTENCE STARTERS I — quotes pulled from the podcast hosted by justin, travis, and griffin mcelroy. contains nsfw content. feel free to make alternations.

you’re on trial for being too delicate and beautiful.

maybe, as always, i’m right and you’re wrong.

in the words of my niece, you’re cancelled.

you’re not my dad… like, later… LATER!

the horniness is interfering with my ability to hear.

if a teen says you look cool, does that make you cool?

your eyes look like semicolons, so that must mean you’re tryna fuck.

i feel like a prisoner in this panera!

i MIGHT die. i WILL get a boner.

i really do think i don’t have that many complex emotions.

it doesn’t fucking matter! i’m tryna make my spaghetti over here.

there’s a dog in a bee costume at the bottom of the email.

oh, wow, so, you are like, wanting sex TIPS?

teach a kid to do art, he’ll be unemployed his entire life. teach a kid to hang, and he can chill forever.

because, apparently, i’m not allowed to talk about fifty shades of grey anymore.

how much of your anger is cabinet-based?

i’ve been doing hammock wrong.

i’m a fucking adult and they have no legal authority over me.

i want you dead, you dirty fucking rat.

what i’m saying to you is that he has discrete jeans for sex.

can a powerpoint be sexy?

i’m glad god punished blockbuster for their hubris.

i dropped a fidget spinner on my baby’s head.

your thumbs will not save you.

please tell me how to sedate the ravioli monster inside me.

SHRIMP! HEAVEN! NOW!

i have a great suggestion: go to jail.

check out this ceramic jimmy buffet parrot i got her.

you’re rearranging deck chairs on the titanic, my friend.

that fuckin’ veggie bonanza got my dick rock hard, let’s get home to our marital bed.

the man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.

remember last night when you punched my butt?

there was so much goddamn dumb stuff in that sentence you just said it would take us a week to tear it apart.

i’m trying to stay posi. i’’m trying to march into positivity this month.

you know it’s a sin if you wouldn’t do it in front of jesus.

#( memes. )

me: i don’t need any more muses also me: adds dominique weasley to my multimuse

#she's my trash child i could only resist for so long #ooc

@proditeur asked: ❝ are you trying to hurt my feelings? ❞

There’s surprise in the laugh that Mary gives in answer to his question, the smile remains on her face as she turns to look at him. the moonlight bounces around the corridor and illuminates unevenly, but she hopes he can still see the mischief on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Regulus, I didn’t realise that nighttime walks were something for us to do together.”

#( answered. )#( verse; it must be better than i think it is. )#proditeur #( some humour to offset all the angst. )

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… not me

i’m very sorry for your loss.

#proditeur #ooc

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hAH reg is still taller than her

everyone is taller than her

#proditeur #ooc

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@advivc // cont. from ♚

“Because there is none!”

Regulus BIack does not raise his voice; there’s no need, not when his words carry the razor-sharp weight of his father’s tone. He heard it so often as a small boy and now he himself has come to adopt the cold poise with which Orion expresses that anger, frustration, melancholy, and every other unsavory-felt emotion.

“What ‘peace’ are you looking for, MacDonald? What ‘peace’ can you hope to find? Do you think anyone has it? Do you think I, of all people, have any to spare?” Not when the choices of his past haunt him, but when the inferi’s rotted and twisted flaws still carve away at him in his sleep. Not when his brother sits locked away in Azkaban and Regulus, the terrible one, the monster, roams free. “I don’t know what you want from me, but I think you’re seeing in me a person who isn’t there.”

The tone in his voice shoots straight through her bones, echoing pain around her ribcage. So much like her own father’s icy disapproval that she almost feels like a little girl again. She wonders where he learnt that cruelty, though the things Sirius had told her about his family doesn’t leave her to wonder long.

“Just the knowledge that my choices didn’t lead to more death, who else should I turn to in order to seek that?” She doesn’t match his stillness; she’s never been able to keep her emotions contained in her body - the grief and desperation shake her hands and move her feet back and forth. “I thought I was seeing a decent man who had done the right thing when it was needed. Is one more good thing too much to ask?”

#( interactions. )#( verse; tell me where i went wrong. )#proditeur

proditeur·:

There’s a strange sort of ‘knowing’ in the way that Mary regards him, he thinks, and he’s not sure he understands what it is; but he follows some feet after her, lighting the end of his own cigarette with a small flame at the top of his wand.

“So… quiet is good,” he counts off with a finger, blowing a lungful of smoke into the chilled night air, “But noise can also be good… as long as it’s interesting,” he counts off another finger. “That’s interesting.”

As interesting, he thinks, as the odd pair of them roaming around the courtyard after dark. It’s not allowed just because he’s a Prefect—he knows he’s pushing (breaking past) the limits of his own authority—but it’s just like Mary says.

It’s interesting.

“And what if your own thoughts are still more interesting than the interesting noise? What qualifies as ‘interesting’? For example, if I dictated my Potions assignment aloud for you—would you leave?”

She waits until they’re out in the open air before lighting her own cigarette. Her mother always told her it wasn’t ladylike to smoke, perhaps that was why she did it so frequently. Spiting the woman who had born her was perhaps one of the few acts of rebellion she felt still able to do.

“I’m a very changeable person,” Mary replies with a slight smile as he counts the contradiction. Of course interesting means something different to different people; she doubts things that keep her attention would hold much sway for some of her friends.

Right now what’s interesting her is Regulus, she’s rarely amenable to seeing anyone on her nighttime wanders but his presence is strangely not only acceptable but almost a comfort. She doesn’t know why; they’re not friends. Perhaps that’s exactly why.

Mary laughs a little at his proposed ‘interesting noise’, taking a drag from her cigarette and letting the smoke blow away in the wind before answering. “Most likely. I hate Slughorn’s stupid assignments,” she takes a seat on one of the stone benches which border the courtyard, looking up at the stars visible between the clouds. “But I doubt you want to recite it any more than I want to hear it.”

#proditeur #( verse; it must be better than i think it is. )#( interactions. )

proditeur replied to your post: me: hcs mary as pretty small also me: only uses...

HOW SMOL IS SHE

she’s 5′2″

#proditeur #ooc

marawrder·:

“ well, i am very glad to have heard not only your honest opinion, but also that of ‘ most people, ’ apparently. ” he sounds as unbothered as he looks ridiculous in his brightly patterned muggle shirt that can genuinely only be described as a bold choice bordering on offense to the eyes. “ thank you for alerting me to this. i didn’t know so many suffered from lapse of taste, that’s quite alarming. ”

“i’m always honest with you, sirius. especially when you’re assaulting the senses of everyone you’re running into.” she muffles a chuckle with her hand, the whole spectacle of oh so cool sirius black dressed in something so ridiculous. “where did you even get that? tell me you didn’t buy it for yourself, because then i’ll have to question your sanity even more seriously.”

#marawrder #( interactions. )#( verse; it must be better than i think it is. )

me: hcs mary as pretty small also me: only uses fcs who are really tall

#ooc #i'm a mess

edenmemes

the witcher (show) starters

❝ victimhood is not your colour. ❞

❝ you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. ❞

❝ your job is to control chaos, not to succumb to it. ❞

❝ you don’t deserve the air you breathe. ❞

❝ not a single person alive looks in the mirror and doesn’t see some form of deformity. ❞

❝ you lie, you keep secrets. you succumb to emotion and weakness. ❞

❝ not answering questions is part of your brooding pillar of charm. ❞

❝ you’re just mad because you lost your chance to be beautiful. ❞

❝ you smell of death and destiny, heroics and heartbreak. ❞

❝ there’s no power in puppeting fools. ❞

❝ i’ll leave that for someone who gives a shit. ❞

❝ i need to get back to my horse. ❞

❝ your will to live is strong. ❞

❝ i’m still not enough. even for you. ❞

❝ need a hand? i’ve got two. ❞

❝ my men will kill you. ❞

❝ i’m here to drink alone. ❞

❝ go. on your own or at the end of a rope, your choice. ❞

❝ do you know how many people wouldn’t blink if you died? ❞

❝ you weren’t taking control. you were losing it. ❞

❝ people call you a monster too. ❞

❝ i’ve waited all these years for you to admit we’re made for each other. ❞

❝ if only you could tell between friend or threat. do you even know the difference anymore? ❞

❝ when you live as long as i do, all the names sound the same. ❞

❝ were you in love? ❞

❝ this place isn’t safe when you’re alone. ❞

❝ the only thing you do quickly is flee. ❞

❝ even if you were a beauty, still, no one would love you. ❞

❝ not a happily ever after after all. ❞

❝ hm, doesn’t rhyme. all good predictions rhyme. ❞

❝ you are making me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ unchecked kings and queens start massacres. ❞

❝ i just want some damn peace. ❞

❝ i dreamed of becoming important to someone someday. ❞

❝ the only thing special about you is the crown on your head. ❞

❝ what do you long for? fame? money? power? ❞

❝ what? no one mentioned the impending doom part. ❞

❝ true words are rare words. ❞

❝ i want more. i have to be more. ❞

❝ do other women find this coarseness charming? ❞

❝ love casts long shadows. ❞

❝ if she runs, kill her. ❞

❝ don’t give me that look, shitling. ❞

❝ today isn’t your day, is it? ❞

❝ how come when my life comes to shit you’re the one shoveling it? ❞

❝ i know who you are. what you are. ❞

❝ i envy you. to live, and to have no love. ❞

❝ you’d leave a man bound to die in such a dignity? ❞

❝ i loved your mother. ❞

❝ don’t you know who i am? ❞

❝ so that’s all life is to you? monsters and money? ❞

❝ there’s a vortex of fate around us. ❞

❝ is history a wheel doomed to repeat? ❞

❝ the sword of destiny has two edges. ❞

❝ i’ve considered your company and conversation payment enough. ❞

❝ this isn’t who you are. ❞

❝ will you be joining me? ❞

❝ no amount of power or beauty will make you feel worthy of either. ❞

❝ i don’t believe anyone has that power. ❞

❝ nobody smart plays fair. ❞

❝ i won’t listen to a man who pimps the world as some romantic adventure. ❞

❝ a true man would state his desires. ❞

❝ don’t turn this on me. ❞

❝ i want to be powerful. it’s what i’m owed. ❞

❝ that makes sense just as much as it doesn’t. ❞

❝ you’re smart, aren’t you? you know everything. ❞

❝ i feel something out there waits for you. ❞

❝ please don’t hurt me. i’m lost. ❞

❝ i won’t kill you…but you cant stay here. ❞

❝ there’s no ‘us’. there’s only me. ❞

❝ i’m asking for a teeny-weeny little favor. ❞

❝ yeah, you’re probably right. but what if you’re not? ❞

❝ i’m not your friend. ❞

❝ you and destiny can both fuck right off. ❞

❝ i love the way you just sit in the corner and brood. ❞

❝ i will not suffer tonight sober. ❞

❝ pretty ballads hide bastard truths. ❞

❝ i will not involve myself to petty men’s squabbles. ❞

❝ happy childhood makes for dull company. ❞

❝ it’s impossible to be prepared for every battle. keep your sword close, and keep moving. ❞

❝ i see a lot of myself in you. ❞

❝ you can’t change the world this way. ❞

❝ i don’t need anyone. & the last thing i want is someone needing me. ❞

❝ alright, stand close to me and pretend you’re mean. ❞

❝ why are you dressed like a sad silk trader? ❞

❝ only one of us will be alive to find out. ❞

❝ i stole rather than starve. i killed rather than be killed. ❞

❝ i have’t only done good in my life either. ❞

❝ it’s like ordering a pie and finding out it has no filling. ❞

❝ when i cut my finger i bleed. that’s human, right? ❞

❝ they’re rough around the edges but they’re earthling like me. ❞

❝ royalty is best endured in small doses. ❞

❝ i thought the world needed me too. ❞

❝ sometimes, the best thing a flower can do for us is die. ❞

❝ handy with a blade. handy with women too. ❞

❝ are you trying to hurt my feelings? ❞

❝ you look like you’ve been through hell. ❞

❝ i can’t do this without you. ❞

❝ you know cautionary tales won’t work on me. ❞

❝ you talk nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. ❞

❝ the apple never falls far from the tree. ❞

❝ when i go it will be far more dramatic than this. ❞

❝ try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn. ❞

❝ you have your mother’s blood. you’ll be alright. ❞

❝ a great ruler always chooses mercy. ❞

❝ it took two strikes to kill him. they weren’t clean. but they were spectacular. ❞

❝ if i have to choose between one evil and another, i’d rather not choose. ❞

❝ i would do anything to forget who i was. ❞

❝ i have no doubt blood will be spilled here tonight. ❞

❝ there’s a grain of truth in every fairy tale. ❞

❝ people look at you for who you are, not what you can give them. ❞

❝ do you believe in destiny now? ❞

❝ we can leave. we can find a way out. ❞

❝ lovers? fun for a bit, i’ll admit, but all eventually disappoint. ❞

❝ let’s face it, you’re a girl. we’re just vessels. and even when we’re told we’re special, we’re still just vessels…for them to take…and take…until we’re empty…and alone. ❞

❝ people like to invent monsters and monstrosities. then they seem less monstrous themselves. ❞

❝ every time i’m around you i say more in five minutes than i’ve said in weeks. ❞

❝ maybe someone out there will want you. ❞

❝ if you must kill me, i’m ready. ❞

❝ people linked by destiny always find each other. ❞

❝ thank the gods. i might live to see another day. ❞

❝ i was having a rather lovely dream which then turned into a nightmare. ❞

❝ you desperately need money for new clothes. ❞

❝ more and more, i find monsters where i go. ❞

❝ life is too short. do what pleases you…while you can. ❞

❝ gods you’re pretty. ❞

❝ my lady, i would never degrade your honor in such a way. ❞

❝ my world is cruel. you enter, you survive, you die. ❞

❝ i feel i shall die a broken hearted man. ❞

❝ who slits a man’s throat while he’s relieving his bowels? ❞

❝ why help those who don’t listen? ❞

#( memes. )

@marawrder asked: ❛ And we all love you for your contrary opinions ❜

“how could i be contrary mary if i didn’t have contrary opinions?” she asks with a broad smile on her face as she looks at sirius. “but i’m pretty sure most people agree on the fact you look terrible in that.”

#marawrder #( answered. )#( verse; it must be better than i think it is. )

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