"... Are you sure this looks alright?"
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@biggerheart
"... Are you sure this looks alright?"
Send me a ► and I’ll use a random number generator for something my muse will say to yours.There are exactly 100 Arctic Monkeys lyrics
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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
groovyxgenes:
“…You’re sure? Your power just seems… well, rather like a mutation. But you’re saying it’s…magical. What did you say the name of the school you attend is again?
"They are. Magical, I mean. I'm a witch and I've been a part of the wizarding world for the last seven years or so?" The idea that magic is a mutation seems... Foreign, at best, and she shakes her head and looks over with a smile. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Have you heard of it?"
thevxliant:
▣ "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, miss." Lucy shakes the older girl’s hand with a slight sign of embarrassment on her face. That’s not her usual way of meeting new people, she’s more careful about what she says— most of the time.”And I apologise for being rude, I’m not really like that. What were you doing anyway?”
"You too, Lucy." Hermione offers her a soft smile, trying to hide back the flustered pink overcoming her cheeks. Eventually she moves closer and looks around; she isn't entirely sure where she is but she assumes it was just her apparation going wrong. Pursing her lips, she turns back to the other girl and bites back her grin. "No, it's alright. I, um, I was trying to travel, actually? I slipped, lost my bearing a little bit."
diggvry:
“Harry’s side?”
Though his face is swollen and crying in pain, he is still capable of offering the girl a simple smile before shaking his head.
”I liked to think that we were all competing for a common cause. But no thank you Hermione, ‘m fine at the moment. Madam Pomfrey is coming to check on me again. Thanks.”
"You know what I mean." She smiles, trying not to look too flustered. It was true; Cedric and Harry were on the same team -- they were both the Hogwarts Champion after all. She moves closer to check him over, lifting an eyebrow and looking over him, wanting to do something to help even if he says he's fine.
"I just wanted to make sure. I'm a bit of a dab hand at minor healing spells, you know?"
unstablc:
Bruce tenses up a bit when he feels the girl’s hand resting on his arm, but he relaxes soon after, meeting her gaze with a smile of his own.
”Thank you. I just need a moment. I’ve almost got it. It’s on the tip of my tongue— pen.”
"That's alright. Take as long as you need. You're acting as though I've never had to wait for someone to work out what's going on before." She smiles, touching his shoulder again and squeezing it, careful.
"Right. Let's start over -- with the basic notes, right? We can do this together." She moves over and shifts the notes, turning the pages. "Just tell me what to do, okay?"
unstablc:
”—It was supposed to be easy, I just never expected my calculations to backfire as much as they did.”
Ever since the accident he’s never been the same. Forcing himself doesn’t help, recuperating his once brilliant mental capacity was impossible. Still, he had a hard time coping with the facts.
"Then we'll go over them again, together. We both know all of this isn't really my area of expertise anyway; we'll just work out a way of making it a bit easier for the both of us."
She smiles, walking over and putting a hand on his arm, careful and slow so he can see her do it, before she looks down at their notes again.
"Lets start at the beginning."
millicxnt:
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”And to what do I owe this u n e x p e c t e d pleasure?.”
... Perhaps this had been a mistake after all. Hermione hesitates before she forces a bright smile. "I just - I thought I'd say hello, that's all. I didn't mean to offend you."
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♦: relationship with your muse
it's good thank goodness!! i've been rping hermione for about a year or so now (i made her dreamwidth account on 2013-07-30 oh my gosh) and generally it's fairly easy for me to play her. sometimes it's impossible to get into the right mood though which means i neglect both dw and tumblr, which. sucks. but i try!!!
unstablc
"You know, for something that you suggested was supposed to be easy... You are going out of your way to make this rather difficult, Bruce."
Some fun Munday asks!
♦: Relationship with your Muse.
♠: What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?
♣: Any headcanons about your muse?
♥: One thing you love about your Muse.
☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)
☄: What you think of your Muse.
♪: Favorite song.
✫: Why you began RPing.
✽: Favorite season?
❂: The Mun's birthday. (Month and date--no year!)
☂: Favorite kind of weather.
✤: Favorite kind of food.
▲: The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)
●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?
☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
▶: A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)
thevxliant:
"I—-Oh my goodness. I didn’t realize I said it out loud, how rude of me!! You need to excuse me. But you did kind of look like a fool.”
"No --- no, it's alright, really, it's fine. I did look like a bit of an idiot. It happens sometimes." Hermione smiles, moving forward and offering her hand out for a shake. "I'm Hermione Granger. It's really nice to meet you, despite the, um. Accident."
deanesque:
Dean sends a soft smile Hermione’s way, well aware of the hard time she was given because of her studious ways. Sure, she could be a bit overwhelming at times, but her heart was always in the right place. “You know, I don’t think you don’t get enough credit sometimes, Hermione. Dunno where half of us would be without you, honestly.”
"Oh, I'm sure you'd all be fine, really. I just want to make sure everyone's doing their best. I know that things can be hard, with everything that's going on." She hesitates for a moment before she moves and sits, looking over with a brighter smile. "You're thanks are more than enough for me. As long as you're not struggling with anything I'll be happy."
Friendly reminder that my Skype is available upon request to mutual followers if you wanna plot or chat or whatever. ★~(◡‿◕✿)
seekxr:
’ y’mean, i turn into a grumpy git. ‘
( the laugh is false and dies just as quick as it came.
his throat opens, a lump stuck firmly, and automatically his arms come up around her. his fingertips at the nape of her neck touch cool metal and it reminds him of how much he hates the damn thing. she’ll wear it until it wears her out. she’ll protect him, as always. she doesn’t deserve this, he thinks, doesn’t deserve to be running around the countryside for her life, with a spiteful idiot like him.
you’re gong to get her killed. and when she’s dead, who else is left to care about the boy who lived?
the voice is sharp and unmistakable. but the arms around him anchor his body to the ground, to this place, to her. fingers curl in the fabric of her coat. )
’ okay. ’
( he can’t help tucking closer. )
’ alright. ’
"Something like that."
( It's the only agreement that she dares offer. he locket is cruel, it's dark and evil, and she knows from the books she stole -- borrowed, she did mean to eventually return them -- that it's the soul they both knew was inside of it that was causing their dark emotions. If only she knew how to destroy it, if only it was more obvious... But, no, of course not. Nothing could be easy for the two of them, could it? Not now, not any more. They would have to fight, always, and she was prepared for that. For what she knew she and Harry needed to do. Together.
Hermione's hands tangle in the back of Harry's shirt and she squeezes her eyes closed, letting herself have a moment of weakness. She knows that any day now they might end up dead and the world wouldn't know about it for months, perhaps even years, and all they'd have was each other. It scares her, terribly, and she has to force herself to be strong for him. She can't let him know how terrified she is that she'll wake up one day only to find out that he was gone, that she had lost him or failed him somehow. She couldn't even handle the thought of it without wanting to break into tears --- and she had cried far too much lately. )
"Harry..."
( She squeezes him a little tighter, her arms holding him close even as she tries to find the right words for all the warring feelings inside of her. Eventually she simply shakes her head, hiding her face against her best friend's body. )
"We're going to be alright. Don't you worry, okay?"