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harry potter mulitmuse

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      𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃: toxic traditionalism, devotion to family, generational trauma,         finding where one belongs, making grave mistakes, & overcoming rage

HIGHEST MUSE CURRENTLY: CREDENCE BAREBONE

a book based harry potter multimuse with particular emphasis on: draco malfoy, lucius malfoy, & credence barebone.​      some movie influences.      follows back from the roleplay hub greyhovse.      selective in following but not mutuals only.      affiliated with @goeticapothicaire​ & @hechaser​.      CARRD

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

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(Reminder that I put Credence’s birthday on the 28th of this month ... if anyone wants to give him a lil gift or maybe some cake.)

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@wolfwithin​ asked:  ‘ try to rest. ’

Not many people knew about Credence’s particular infliction. Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape felt it was for his best interest to keep that knowledge out of the general student body, try not to isolate him from his peers any further than his poor social skills did; try to give him a normal-as-possible school year after the incident in New York City. But pretending he was normal didn’t make the Obscurus dissipate, and he often found himself in the hospital wing with it’s various poisoning effects: headaches, fever, nauseous, dizziness.

His friends were certainly curious as to why he was so sick so often.

Credence rested on the hospital wing cot, taking in deep, slow breaths in an attempt to starve off vomiting again.  “I’m sorry,”  he mumbled, looking up at Lyra as best he could; he didn’t really have the strength to pick his head up off the pillow at the moment.  “It’s late- you were probably sleeping.”  What an annoying interruption he must be. A burden! Credence scolded himself internally for not being able to handle it himself.  “I- I started to feel really bad, and I got scared.”

[missvampiresydney]

AURELIUS and ABERFORTH DUMBLEDORE in Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022)

[saintsoup]

i hope i frustrate you and you think about me a lot

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ofincantations​:

  - — ✦  THE WORD HAD BARELY EVEN LEFT HIS LIPS before Mary Lou was to her feet, the back of a thin hand so very quickly SWATTING the slang from his mouth, as though the violence act would somehow cause the remnants of the unclean word to disappear from the air it was spoken into. A sharp && startled YELP sounds from her youngest daughter, overlaps the nauseating CRACK of skin against skin, && the tension that fills the stunned silence of the aftermath is thick enough to suffocate.  Pale skin STINGS, somewhat, though the slap could have been far harder than it was ; the sound of a metal spoon clattering against the wooden table is the catalyst for the tiny TWITCH of the Orphan Keeper’s eye.

   𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐘.  it’s a DIRTY word, in Mary Lou’s eyes, a lazy way to describe something, ( && 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 ; 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 )  it REEKS of improper conduct, brings forth the imagery of the heathenous children running the streets, sinners. THOUGH SHE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS :  stylishly luxurious, EXPENSIVE — this only furthers that distain for it. Those who use such a word us it to FLAUNT their wealth, their status, && by extension, THEIR VERY BEINGS — its adornment, ornament, && it’s disgusting. Immodest, a bid for attention.  

   ❝ And these are the kinds of people you’d model your behaviour after, Credence ?  Heathens in the streets, who value ornament over the purity of the soul ? ❞   Her lip quivers with SOMETHING, be it anger or a SADNESS for the damning naivety of her oldest child. Eyes focus briefly on the reddening patch of skin at the corner of her son’s mouth, once he’s finished cleaning his mess, she reaches to just barely brush her fingers over the evidence of her violence.   ❝ Oh, Credence, your naivety is a dangerous thing. I do my very best to teach you better, ❞   a lump forms in her throat, SHE SWALLOWS IT.

   ❝ Why don’t you ever learn ? ❞

“Uhn-uh,”  Credence shook his head, crouching lower in his seat-- perhaps if he stooped low enough, bowed his head, and just ate his stew in silence, she wouldn’t give him any more of a hard time.  “No, ma’am,”  he responded a second time because Mary Lou wasn’t a fan of those sounds neither. Uhn-uh and uh-huh were not words; God gifted them with language, he ought use it properly! His tongue prodded at the inside of his mouth, where his teeth had clacked down at a bit of the soft flesh of his lip as his mother’s hand collided with his face. It wasn’t too bad, over all, Credence had endured much worse physical punishment. A pop to the mouth was nothing. But he could taste, and smell, the faintest hint of copper that told him that his teeth had broken through a bit.

The boy returned his spoon to his stew but his appetite was shot. What was hunger now turned into the sick, gnawing sensation of anxiety in his guts. Mary Lou’s touch was gentle against his skin but she might as well be holding a lit match to his flesh; he swore it burned. Credence would rather her just strike him again, or demand his belt, rather than play around with his emotions like this-- he was frightened of her! The spoon clanked against the rim of the bowl as his hands began to shake involuntarily so he removed them from their place above the table. Instead opting to rest them down in his lap.

“I don’t know,”  Credence murmured because her questions demanded answers. She was already irritated, clearly, but nothing burned her up like when he shut down; he wished he could explain it. He did not understand it nor did he have the language to describe it (or as if she would listen anyway) but sometimes it was as if words would get lost from lungs to mouth and all he could do was stare at her, with those deep, watery eyes.  “I- I don’t mean to be so naïve. I don’t think. I need to think more.”  But he was just so, so stupid.

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beastmasterr​:

  Newt listened with mild curiousity as the stranger rattled down what seemed like a well practiced speech. He had never read the Bible, though he knew enough about it to recognize when it was being quoted to him. Travelling five different continents over a span of almost seven years, he had never met a single religious group as intent on exporting their believes as Christians. On the contrary - most even tended to heavily guard their secrets, and would open their spiritual circles only to a chosen, trusted few. Muggles and wizards really were not all that different, in this regard.

  With the question of what exactly the advertised institution intended to do about the witch problem (why was it always witches, but hardly ever wizards, anyway?) forming on his tongue, Newt almost did not catch the other’s final confession. Almost. His gaze flicked downward so quickly as if drawn by a summoning charm. Deep, red, angry marks on pale flesh. And not only that. Newt had seen and tended to similar wounds often enough to notice that it was not the first abuse these hands had known. 

  A shiver coursed through Newt’s body, and it had nothing to do with the biting wind. There were few things, very few things, that could Newt Scamander could muster up a feeling of near hatred for. Violence was one of them.

  The small cat curled up beneath the safety of his coat started to move again. Dry and warm or not, she did not seem to be fond of her position. Newt swallowed. He had to keep going. Again, his eyes wandered back up to the young man’s sunken face. 

  “….say.. would you perhaps have time to show me exactly where that coffee shop is located?”, he asked after a moment. “Not to deter you from your, uh, task, but maybe you’d have more luck handing them out there as well. Doesn’t seem to me like anyone is going to stop by outside anytime soon.”

“Oh-”  Oh, he really shouldn’t. Credence sometimes felt his mother was as omnipresent as the God she preached about that put the fear of fire and brimstone into him. She seemed to always know when he had done something he wasn’t meant to do. But the idea of going somewhere warm, and dry was extremely tempting-- and the stranger wasn’t wrong, after all. Credence just barely glanced back down the street and there wasn’t a single person other than them along it. Despite being given clear instructions to cover this block, surely the most important thing was to get the word out regardless of where he stood. King’s Coffee & Tea always had patrons.  “Okay,”  he agreed with a timid nod.  “I can show you. C’mon.”

Credence waved him along to follow, checking the empty street both ways before guiding him across of it.  “My name is Credence, by the way. Barebone. Um- I can tell you’re not from around here,”  he commented.  “Your accent.”  The ghost of a smile dared to form upon his lips but it felt so unnatural, and so unreal, that it rarely came to full fruition.  “But if you’re going to be here long, maybe you should stop by. We’re not hard to find, you’ll be able to hear to church bells if you can’t find the address.”

It was a rarity when Credence spoke to someone outside of his family, and he was starting to feel quite giddy and overwhelmed in the situation. Mary Lou was very strict about who her children socialized with, even when it came to the church goers, the orphan’s she kept, and other members of the N.S.P.S. Fingers absently clenched and unclenched the leaflets that were left in his hands, and he dared a few small glances at the stranger beside him. At first, he was just trying to get a look at his face; he had a kind expression. But the way clutched at his coat is what really caught his attention, and the way it seemed like something was wriggling around on the inside of it. Credence’s head tilted slightly.  “... What do you have there?”  he asked.  “In- In your coat?”  He pointed a scarred hand towards the unmistakeable bundle beneath the fabric.

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :       CARING FOR SICK MUSES .   」   * change pronouns as needed . [ MY / YOUR ] depends on the receiver .

SENTENCES :

‘ i told you to stay in bed! ’

‘ i’ll make you some soup. ’

‘ shh. ’

‘ try to rest. ’

‘ you’re not going anywhere today. ’

‘ don’t worry, i’ll get it. ’

‘ i’m here. ’

‘ i’m not going into work today. i’m staying home with you. ’

‘ you look miserable. ’

‘ you don’t look as bad as you did yesterday. ’

‘ a spell won’t help at this point. ’

‘ i think your fever’s breaking. ’

‘ just relax. ’

‘ did you sleep at all last night? ’

‘ i know it tastes bad, but it’ll help you. ’

‘ lay back down. ’

‘ don’t try to get up. ’

‘ please try to eat. ’

‘ you’re being dramatic. ’

‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’

‘ that cough does not sound good. ’

‘ how long has it been hurting? ’

‘ that’s not a good sign. ’

‘ we can’t move in this state. ’

‘ we’ll have to lay low while you heal up. ’

‘ i’m making you some medicine. ’

‘ this won’t feel good, but it’ll help the infection. ’

‘ i have a spell for that. ’

‘ you’ll make it through; you have to. ’

‘ i got us a place to stay for the night. you have to get out of this rain. ’

‘ get closer to the fire. ’

‘ this will help you warm up. ’

‘ come closer to me. ’

‘ what will make you feel better? ’

‘ it’ll take time to get back to normal. ’

‘ i’m here because i care about you. ’

ACTIONS : 

send ‘ BRUSH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to brush through [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s hair. 

send ‘ SOUP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to feed [ YOUR / MY ] muse soup. 

send ‘ BLANKET ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to share a blanket with [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ FEVER ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to press a wet rag to the forehead of [ YOUR / MY ] muse during a high fever. 

send ‘ KISS ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to kiss [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s forehead. 

send ‘ BEDSIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sit at [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s bedside while they rest.

send ‘ STITCH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to stitch up an injury on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ PROP UP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to prop up [ YOUR / MY ] muse on a set of pillows. 

send ‘ TUCK IN ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to tuck [ YOUR / MY ] muse into bed. 

send ‘ GUIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to guide [ YOUR / MY ] muse back to bed.

send ‘ TEMP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to check [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s temperature. 

send ‘ HUM ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sing/hum a lullaby to [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ REMEDY’  for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to make [ YOUR / MY ] muse a healing potion. 

send ‘ BANDAGE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to bandage a wound on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

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(IM OFF SUNDAY AND MONDAY and im going to do some replies then, im training someone at work so im like- extra burnt out. but in the meantime, you can aalways hmu on discord and plot with me xoxo)

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It seemed all the children had gone out to play, or pass out the pamphlets- well, except for Chastity, of course, who Credence had spotted dutifully washing and drying dishes in the kitchen as he walked past it. The nave was just as empty as the rest of the place except for his unmistakable mother, sitting at one of the tables writing out what he could only assume was her next sermon. They were all similar but never quite the same.

Credence stepped up behind her with a bouquet of Sweet Peas clutched in his hand; pink, white, purple and blue.  “Mama,”  he interrupted in a hushed voice, reached out to tap Mary Lou on the shoulder. He normally wouldn’t dare disturb her when she was working on her speeches but this was important. He had a gift!  “Happy Mother’s Day, mama. Look, I got these for you.”  The boy’s lips pursed together in something akin to a smile, but not quiet.

for mary lou, @ofincantations​

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(I think I’m going to purge my drafts box- not of everything but of most things- bc I’m kind of overwhelmed by the number in there. If I delete your drafts, pls do not be offended, I want to interact with all of you. Sometimes muse just wanes bc I’m not really sure where to take something- I do a lot better with plotted out scenarios. Also if you really want to keep something with me that I have yet to reply to, please let me know! I’m more than happy to continue with something that you’re really into, maybe we can just talk a bit of where you were wanting to take it, and that’ll make it easier on me!

With that, like this for plotting.)

[arrogantsuggestion]

My anger is the part of myself who loves me. It’s the part that knows that I deserve better.

[lousysharkbutt]

SOMEBODY GRAB THAT NIFFLER

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(Good morning, I am thinking about Credence!)

[lifeinpoetry]

This isolation. It devours.

— Sueyeun Juliette Lee, from “One Sky, One Sea,” Aerial Concave Without Cloud (via lifeinpoetry)

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thebarebonesisters​:

Chastity often felt like she lived her life on a wire- lean too much in either direction and she might fall. Every decision had to be carefully weighed up, the potential consequences evaluated, the risk judged. The slightest slip could spell disaster, and if she wasn’t careful, who knew what might happen. There was comfort in the familiar, even if that familiar meant repeating their mother’s rhetoric, passing out pamphlets until her fingers were numb, turning her eyes away when Credence’s belt was passed across. Survival was the goal, after all, more than anything else. There was benefit to being the golden child, of course, but also fear, fear of slipping out of that favour and what might occur if that happened.

Tears budded in her eyes as she crossed the distance between them, tucking herself into his side. Even with the way Credence tended to stoop, it wasn’t difficult, given how much shorter she was, and even her short arms could look around his skinny waist. She took a moment then, just pressing her face into his shoulder, to compose herself, shakily drawing a deep breath with the comfort of her big brother.

“Mama…Mama saw me talking with Matthew. She wasn’t pleased,” she said softly. Matthew was…no, had been, one of the newer members of their congregation so to speak, a year or two older than herself. Handsome and charming, Chastity had been unable to stop herself from harbouring a little crush.

“Matthew seems like a nice boy...”  Credence commented. But ‘nice’ wasn’t really good enough for Mary Lou; she had very traditional, very strict ideas on dating. Casual dating was not for her children as that was just asking for temptation. When dating, the end goal should be marriage. Credence didn’t even dare to look at unrelated women his own age in fear of being accused of gawking at them; accused and punished for having unclean thoughts.

 He tightened his arm around his little sister’s shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze as she confided in him.  “Perhaps... if he started coming to our NSPS meetings too, Mama might start to open up to the idea of you talking to him. That and our day of observation on Saturdays. Show her that he’s righteous.”  But that was still a hard maybe. The littlest detail of someone could lead Mary Lou into thinking they were no good. Perhaps he’d show up to church with his hair slightly too untidy, or his shirt untucked. One time Credence had simply yawned during service and he had gotten a whipping as soon as the family was alone once more for being  ‘ so disrespectful ’.

“I can invite him, if you want me to,”  Credence offered.  “I’ll tell him it’s from you, but this way Mama won’t know, and you won’t get into any trouble.”  He knew that this was putting them both in potential risk but Chastity deserved a little normalcy, he thought. It was normal for girls her age to be interested in boys and Matthew did, genuinely, seem like a good guy.  “Or maybe you can write him a letter- tuck it into a pamphlet and I’ll give him the pamphlet... I won’t read it,”  he added on.  “Promise.”