chill, bruh

may the force be with me. benjy fenwick. second year ravenclaw. siren school alumnus.

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Me:*talks to someone about my feelings* Me:*feels actual physical disgust*

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anaxdexa‌:

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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gladysmae‌:

Where: The Black Lake When: 15 September, 1978 

“So, I told myself that after my rotten luck in Primary I was going to focus on my divination and not worry so much on finding the one — but then the cards told me this would be my year so — I have to listen to the cards right?”

"The real question is, do you trust your skills enough to give an accurate readin’? Cause if you’re doubting it, then you’re obviously not that good.”

[gilbert-selwyn-deactivated20200]

freelance procuration; b x g

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gilbert-selwyn‌:

Calmly feeding his own geranium a snack, Gilbert laughed at the other man’s comment. “I hope you didn’t need that quill, I’m not lending you shit. I’d never get it back.” He patted his snacking geranium softly and it seemed to vibrate under his touch, almost as though it were purring. Pulling his own bag off the floor, he set it atop the table and placed his dragonhide gloves neatly inside before he slung it over his shoulder.

Snorting loudly, a “HA!” escaped the prefect’s lips before he could help himself. He cocked an eyebrow at the other man, an amused expression warping his lips. “You and I both know the only team I’ve ever played for is my own. Plus I brought everything I needed for the first few weeks, I’m picking up extras. Remind me, you’re coming along becauuuuuse?” 

If Benjy’s history of chaotic energy was anything to go off, he’d probably brought along twenty mandrakes, a pound of bone dust, and absolutely zero bundles of knotgrass. Gilbert had no proof of this, but if the man hadn’t forgotten something intrinsic to their first bath for JWGB, he might die of shock.

"C’mon now, you’re just gonna leave me hangin’ like that?” Note how he doesn’t disagree - Benjy was sure that if he just looked in the bottom of his bag, he would find the home all of the quills he’d ‘borrowed’ from Gil and Mari alike had made for themselves. So no, Gil didn’t have to know the quill that laid broken on the table was previously his. “I’ll tell ya what. If I don’t give this one back, I’ll give you a profit from my next sale. Scout’s honor.” He held his right hand up as a sign of his sincerity, an innocent smile on his lips. 

Innocent for a few seconds, at least. But for Benjy, that was just as impressive as finishing first in the Olympics. Now, his left hand joined the first in a defensive gesture. “Woaaaah, chill with the accusations! I’m well prepared.” Nothing in his voice conveyed that he was lying; rubbing his collarbone is what blew it for him. “And not to change the subject from your poor dating history, but d’you think there’s enough time to light one up before we go down?”

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character study 01: [ aesthetics ]

personal aesthetics:

dirt stained fingernails, vibrant colors and fun designs, shit-eating smirk, platform boots, turtle necks, bell bottoms with a little extra flare, brown satchel with the strap practically breaking off but somehow never does, not a hair out of place, doobie brothers and beegees on repeat, homemade moleskin cigarette holder, mom’s favorite “gold” ring on his pinkie, remark for everything, smoke blowing tricks, taking pills dry, sunshowers, sitting in the windowsill late at night, crisp autumn air, lighthearted back slaps, paint splattered jeans, poorly timed jokes, journal of conspiracy theories, never sitting properly in a chair, mango flavored rolling paper, papercuts masked as battle scars, ‘head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered’, eyes rolling so hard you’re afraid they’ll fall out, grand entrances, breakfast food for every meal, well crafted excuses, vodka with a splash of orange juice, midnight star wars premiere, joints hidden everywhere, scratchy throat, sleepy eyes, whispers shielded behind hands, late night research, graphic cartoon sketches on the corner of notes, stale smoke

home aesthetics:

bed half made, marvelman and santana posters, clothes both clean and dirty all over, plants on windowsills, yellow walls w/ brown one behind the bed, blue bedspread, no color scheme at all, enchanted doodles floating along walls, charred corner from failed experiment, closet with more jackets than actual clothing (and benjy i mean what), bible that his grandmother keeps sneaking in, no locks on the door, silent dinners, snide comments, sickly sweet smiles, waiting for the coast to clear, sneaking in/out through the window, early morning screaming matches, sly spells cast under the table, sitting on the edge of your seat, poorly masked threats, waiting for the final shoe to drop, records playing full volume in the middle of the night, bag always packed just in case

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corwintrav‌:

One of the worst parts of coming back to Hogwarts, undoubtedly, was having to see Benjy again. They’d had nothing short of a rocky relationship, throughout the years, and Benjy had seen some of the less than savory parts of Corwin’s personality more than once. The fact that they were roommates didn’t ease any of his issues with the other Ravenclaw, and though they had learned to coexist, going back to trying to find compromises with Benjy was not a prospect Corwin looked forward to. Please, Merlin, be with me.

He’d been settled in for a solid five seconds before his roommate made his entrance, and without looking up Corwin knew it was him. Damn it all, Benjy hadn’t mysteriously died or disappeared as he’d halfway hoped - this was his reality, now.

“Benjikins! Darling,” he said, giving a pinched smile that said really, this may be one of the worst moments of my life, and I hate you terribly, and remind me why you’re here again? “It has been far too long, my sweet, sweet roommate! I’ve missed you so.”

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It wasn’t uncommon for roommates to disagree. Time spent in your room is typically when one is their most authentic, so it’s natural for discrepancies to arise. Benjy and Corwin, however, took this to a different level. He wouldn’t say things got off on the wrong foot, or they had a rocky start, or any other cliches there were on the subject. Those were all too light of a way to put it. Their relationship was more like....being trapped in the middle of the ocean on a little dingey in the middle of a treacherous storm. The little boat (Benjy) is just trying to make it to shore, but giant waves (Corwin) keep threatening to take it under.

That’s how he liked to think of it, anyway. The high pitched squeak of his luggage wheel took the place of waves as he sailed through hall towards the oncoming storm, lost in ideas of how to miraculously convince the powers that be for a room change. Please, you don’t understand. I think he has a bit of a smoking prob-

He heard Corwin before he saw him. Benjy didn’t try hiding the grimace before giving his roomate a sickly sweet smile. “Ah, Corey! I thought I smelt something rank!” Letting the door close behind him, he took a leisurely stroll to what he assumed was his bed and put his jacket on the bedpost. “I don’t think it’s been long enough. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, my dear pal.” He turned back to his night paralysis demon with his head cocked, his voice taking on a quality that could easily be mistaken as concern, “Have you gotten that snore checked out yet?”

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why does the chain by fleetwood mac go so hard there's no beat drop or anything just a guitar/bass instrumental and lyrics that absolutely fuck

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rowrowroexmari‌:

“Rather bold of you to assume that I’d wear a bell.” Mari shot back, moving deeper into the room, that familiar feeling of stress casually rolling off her shoulders as the familiar room and the familiar company settled there instead in a comfortable and warm place. It was far easier to relax when she was in a room alone with Benjy and not worrying about the hundred of other losers roaming around this place. There was something that was just comforting in being at ease with another person that Mari definitely took for granted in moments like this one. 

Her bag was tossed somewhat haphazardly on the table beside her when she’d reached Benjy, not hesitating to reach up and fix his glasses on his face, the other hand coming up to cover his mouth for him when he seemed perfectly content to talk with it full. Her grandmother would have been absolutely appalled by the display, but Mari was just slightly amused, that warm feeling of fondness making her grin a little more softly than the trademark smirk she offered everyone around her. “Of course I’m gonna stick around, Bambi. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” She offered back, thumb trying to wipe away that smudge of dirt on his lenses before she pulled away and settled into the stool next to where he’d been sitting.

“I missed you over the summer. Wanted to meet up at some point, but Da and Gran decided to go explore and saddled me with Rufus all summer. What’d you do? Besides research how to plant yourself and grown branches out of your ears or whatever.” Nudging him a bit with her shoulder, Mari couldn’t quite help letting her head fall comfortably on his arm, a soft contented sigh leaving her. School aside, it was nice to be back.

“Well you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack one of these days,” Benjy retorted. “I think it’d be a statement. Get one of those colored ones, put it on a nice chain. Start the year off with a bang.” Benjy wasn’t one to let his guard down often, but Mari has always been one of the few who it didn’t need to be up for. That’s what made moments like this so easy; just stretching his legs out and leaning against the table behind him, the bag she’d thrown at him moments earlier resting happily on his lap. 

The hand in front of his face made him roll his eyes, a good natured smile coming to the corners of his lips. “Sorry mum,” he poked, his words playful. That didn’t stop him from taking another big bite, giving her an faux innocent smile as he did. Her confirmation, however, had him setting the roll down atop the bag and reaching for the previously discarded glove to wipe off the seat next to him. This time, he made sure to swallow before speaking. “How’s it been out there? Freshers losin’ their minds yet?” The thought of the new students running amuck in the Great Hall made him chuckle, which softened as Mari wiped off his glasses. Once she was done, he tossed the glove behind him with little thought before carefully removing the said glasses and bringing them down to the hem of his shirt to wipe down once more. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight.” He turned his head slightly to look at her, his glasses still tangled in his shirt. “They left you home. All alone. With a dog. So they can have all the fun?” He shook his head, “That’s fucked, is what it is.” Making sure to move as little as possible so as to not bother Mari, Benjy carefully put his glasses back in his bag sitting on the floor beside him. Once he was sure it was in and had minimal chances of breaking, he slid down in his chair a bit so Mari would be more comfortable and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her question made him bark out a laugh, “Yeah, yeah, somethin’ like that.” Not wanting to get into too much detail, he continued, “’s alright. Stayed with a couple ‘a friends, worked a bit here and there. No quality dog time or anything....” he teased, nudging her side. “But I actually did start workin’ on somethin’. It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there.”

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emmelionvance‌:

Emmeline raised an eyebrow, looking between the chocolate bar and Benjy. “That’s not a… terrible idea. I think I’m going to regret asking this, but how do chocolate wands help when your roommate forgets the silencing charm?”

“Think about it. You’re up anyway, so you’re probably gonna want a snack. And they’re thin, so they’re not gonna keep ya up all night.” With his grand explanation done, he took popped the final piece of licorice in to his mouth. “Or I could offer ya something better, but you don’t really seem the type.”

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rowrowroexmari‌:

Mari had made a brief appearance in the Great Hall, enough to knick a few rolls and some other bits of food before she was waving to her housemates with some excuse about having some studying to do. She didn’t, not really. It was early in the year yet, she wasn’t burying herself in work quite yet, but she couldn’t see herself sitting and having a quiet lunch at the Gryffindor table. Besides, a quick glance around the room told her that if she didn’t grab something for Benjy, he’d miss lunch and she couldn’t have that.

It wasn’t hard to slip outside and head for the greenhouses, enjoying the not quite warm but not at all cold as the sun beat down. It was still nice outside, and she would have loved nothing more than to take advantage of that. But she was on a mission. A very important mission.

When she reached the greenhouse, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest to see Benjy there, and she rested her hip against the door as she watched him for a moment, smirk tugging at her lips. “How did I know I’d find you here?” The question was playful, and she walked further into the room easily, holding up her bag of goodies before tossing them at him. “I brought you some lunch.”

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At this point, Benjy should just move into the greenhouses. He has considered it, in months passed. Brown eyes squinted at the seeds in front of him despite the glasses (which were reserved for moments like this; of solitude and concentration) that sat comfortably on his nose. Comfortably, in spite of them crawling down his nose every few moments. And the dirt mark on the corner of the lens from trying to push them back up. Comfortably despite all of that. 

Nimble fingers dug precisely into the planter in front of him as he began humming a tune absentmindedly. As he dropped the almost almond-shaped seed into the hole he’d just created, his attention hardly strayed from the task at hand. Which is exactly how Mari found him, absentmindedly humming a tune as he covered the seed.

His hands jerked at the unexpected voice, sending dirt flying in various directions. Benjy’s head snapped to find the culprit, taking a deep breath of relief when he saw Mari standing there. "Jesus Christ, M. I’m gonna get you one of those cat bells.” By the time he’d pulled his gloves off and tossed them on the table he barely had time to catch the bag before it reached the ground. He pulled out a roll and took a bite, a satisfied hum escaping him as he chewed. “You can stick around a bit, if ya want.” The words came out muffled, since he clearly never learned not to talk with his mouth full. At least he waited until after he was done talking to swallow. “The plants aren’t as fun to talk to.” 

[gilbert-selwyn-deactivated20200]

freelance procuration; b x g

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gilbert-selwyn‌:

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Ignoring Professor Sprout’s final statements on the importance of properly nurturing their fanged geraniums, Gilbert replaced his wand in his forearm holster. Any idiot with eyes could tell that fanged geraniums had fangs. It stood to reason that neglecting them would lead to fang marks the next time one tried to touch them. What an utterly useless start to Herbology II.

Removing his dragon-hide gloves, Gil then used them to slap Benjys back as chatter in the greenhouses rose. The freshly christened prefect grinned wickedly, “You heard her Benjy boy. Don’t forget to feed your fanged plant or it’ll bite you. Who knew?” He said all this with an innocent expression, the picture of genuine wonderment.

“Anyway,” the shorter of the two said, dropping his volume so only Benjy could hear. “You ready for our little excursion? I figure we’ve got ten minutes to kill and then the ‘ol boy will be headed down to the Great Hall for dinner.”

If dying of boredom were a possibility, Benjy surely wouldn’t have survived the class. But perhaps that would have been better for the plant he had been antagonizing for the end half of the lecture. His head was heavy in one hand with a quill in the other. And this quill was a special quill, you see. It was the quill that was going to get his hand bitten off if he hit kept taunting the fanged geranium with it.

“No shit?” The satisfying snap of the fanged geranium finally seizing Benjy’s quill echoed Gil’s comment. “I feel for the poor sod sat with this one next week. She’s a biter.” The latter part of this was thrown towards the plant in question, who he could’ve sworn was laughing. Pulling his bag off the ground Benjy took off his own gloves and shoved them in haphazardly before pulling out a treat for the plant and flicking it towards its now open mouth. 

Benjy surveyed the badge on Gil’s cloak, whistling low under his breath. “I dunno, Gilly,” he drawled, a teasing grin rivaling his fellow Ravenclaw’s growing on his lips. “You’re playin’ for the other team now. How do I know you can still keep up?” 

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BITCHES THINK I GIVE A FUCK

….maybe i do but bitches ain’t gotta know that.

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emmelionvance‌:

Gathering her stash of sweets before the new students descended on Hogsmeade at the beginning of a new term was something of a tradition for Emmeline. She had entered Honeydukes’ on a mission, determined only to grab a few of her favorites to get her started and help her survey the first couple of late nights. Instead, she found herself standing in front of display after grabbing her customary sugar quills and Drooble’s Best, weighing her options for which chocolate treat to add to her collection. When she felt someone next her to, she turned in search of a second opinion. “Which you rather have at 1 a.m., chocolate cauldrons or chocolate wands?” 

Benjy paused mid-bite, allowing the piece of licorice he’d just pulled out of the unpaid package to hang out of his mouth. “That depends on the type of night you’re havin’.” He set the pack of licorice on the counter and picked up a box of each aforementioned chocolate, taking a moment to examine both. “Cauldrons,” he held it up for emphasis before handing it to her, “for finishing last minute papers and you need the extra boost. Wands,” he repeated the gesture,  “for when you’re roommates gettin’ it on and forgets the silencing charm. And this,” finally, he picked up a Honeyduke’s Chocolate Bar with Red Hot Peppers, “for when you need to spice things up a bit.” This final one was handed to her with a playful wink.

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hello hello hello! i’m kim and this is my child, benjy!

name: benjyman artimus fenwick birthday: december 23rd, 1969 school: siren school of the arts, class of 1976 house: ravenclaw, second year degree: natural sciences, herbology cohort classes: herbology II, potions II, herbology: a survey of global herbs & plants, gobbledegook I, calculus II clubs: herbology club, art club

will intentionally start outlandish rumors that sound just legit enough to be true bc he thinks it’s funny. and he thinks it’s really interesting that people will believe p much anything they hear. 

drug tw grows weed in the greenhouses. refuses to sell anyone under 16 anything harder. 16+ is a free for all. unless he doesn’t like u then you ain’t getting shit drug tw over

not sure what gender he identifies as. honestly, he’s just kinda living at this point

sucker for conspiracy theories. modern day, he definitely has a conspiracy theory youtube channel.

he actually studies a lot but for some reason doesn’t want people to know that and says he’s just naturally smart. i don’t really know why. probably cause he likes how much it pisses people off.but he will absolutely hide comic books in his textbook during class. don’t have that much faith in him

honestly??? for someone who acts so nonchalant all the time he really cares a LOT about his appearance. he always makes sure to dress nicely, or to be nice enough that not everyone hates him. stupid ass turned down head boy at siren because he “didn’t wanna look like a narc” some may say he’s...how do u say....insecure? depressed? both?

would give someone the shirt off his back and be like “nah mate, it’s my monthly charity. your style’s shite.” once sent a homesick first year candy via owl so they wouldn’t know it was him & be excited about the surprise. weird dude.

e v e r y t h i n g is a dick joke if u look hard enough

beegees FA NA TIC

“why’re you talking to me?” is more common of a sentence for him than it should be

also “sorry, who are you?”

in summary: he’s like a sour patch kid. sour. sweet. gone.