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indie multimuse semi-selective hp rp blog. currently very low activity. read rules before interacting or following. 18+. written by Fyr (they/them). side blog to originalwizkid.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Rules

This is an 18+ blog. I’m over 21 and no longer feel comfortable writing with minors.

Don’t godmod unless we’ve discussed it. There are certain muses that I let mess with my muse’s heads, but as a general rule, don’t be a dick and take away my ability to control my own muse and their reactions to things.

Questions or concerns?  Message me or send me an ask.  I’m always willing to talk, but you’ll probably get a much faster response if you’re not on anon.  Also, if we’ve interacted, feel free to ask for my discord.

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I won't write with you if your muse doesn't have a bio or about page. This goes double for genderbent or otherwise canon-divergent muses. It's important to know the background and how that's changed them.

I’m happy to rp with well-developed and interesting ocs, including children or relations of canon characters, but please talk to me about it first and have a good bio and rules page.

But, it you’re not a rp blog, don’t like or reblog my starter calls.  That’s confusing and weird. Also please don’t reblog threads you aren’t a part of. That can confuse my thread tracker.

Please don’t bother me about replies.  You’re welcome to nudge me if I’ve been responding regularly to our thread and I stop suddenly, but I have a tracker.  I don’t lose things often and I’ll let you know if I want to drop a thread. I’m slow.  Please be patient.

I don’t do in-character IMs, but you’re welcome to approach me ooc at any time. The mun doesn’t bite, I swear.

I reserve the right to not rp with any blog for any reason.

The mun’s pronouns are ey/em/eirs or they/them/theirs.  Pronouns should always be respected in ooc interactions.

Transphobia, homophobia, biphobia, acephobia, ableism, etc, won’t be tolerated from the mun. I understand that muses’ views don’t reflect those of the mun.

I will rp smut, but I reserve the right to not jump into that with muns I don’t know well.

A lot of my muses are picky about shipping--please don’t push me into something that me or the muses aren’t into (but always feel free to ask about it!).

If you’ve read all this, let me know, yeah? Just a ‘hey, I read your rules’ is plenty for me. Or just like this post.

Muses:

Albus Dumbledore

Dudley Dursley

[calleo-bricriu]

Harry Potter book description characters (artbreeder)

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This is both horrifying and incredibly cool at the same time.

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[aheroic]

[[ @asoncruellybanished hit the ♥️ for a starter

The takeover of Europe had gone almost smoothly, but America had been a struggle a violent and long-lasting one. When it was done, though, there was time to focus on reorganization, including separating magical children from any dangers posed by the non-magical community.

Albus only got personally involved in the most serious of cases, but a suspected obscurial certainly was one. "Credence?" he asked gently.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

This really wasn’t going well, and Albus- he didn’t know how to fix that. All of his solutions weren’t appropriate to a child whose trust was dependent on not being exposed to more magic than necessary. “Come along, Credence.  We’re going to return to the kitchen, for a moment.  I’d like you to drink something.” A calming drought didn’t have too terrible a texture, and the flavor was no worse than some muggle medicines.  He might be able to get away with that.

[aheroic]

[[ @asoncruellybanished hit the ♥️ for a starter

The takeover of Europe had gone almost smoothly, but America had been a struggle a violent and long-lasting one. When it was done, though, there was time to focus on reorganization, including separating magical children from any dangers posed by the non-magical community.

Albus only got personally involved in the most serious of cases, but a suspected obscurial certainly was one. “Credence?” he asked gently.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

“You’re allowed to be frightened. And unsure. Would it help, if you had more time to think? Or would that only allow your fear to grow?” The question was genuine, but he didn’t necessarily expect Credence to ba able to answer it. The last thing he wanted, though, was an uncontrolled outburst based on rising pressure to perform, and if his son could tell him how to prevent that, Albus would listen. What he did want was to pull Credence into another hug and somehow make all of this alright. It was terribly unfair, that he wasn’t able to so easily wave away the problems they faced.

[asoncruellybanished]

“I don’t know,” Credence repeated, this time a whisper. It was confusing, being met with all this patience, all this love. Being frightened was always just something he had to hide, and deal with alone, stifling anxiety down lest his former guardian give him a real reason to be upset. But now? Someone asked about his feelings and seemed to genuinely care. Such a thing was more than Credence had ever dared to even dream of, but now that it was real, he felt utterly lost. 

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Albus set the toy wand aside and pulled Credence gently around the table and into a hug, which he gradually tightened to hold him firmly.  Then, carefully, knowing it was a risk, he visualized extending his magic around Credence, hoping to get him used to the feeling of magic in the air without alarming him. Only when that didn’t result in panic did he follow it up with an incredibly gentle, underpowered warming charm, which he hoped would provide some comfort. “I hoped to get this out of the way quickly so it wouldn’t cause as much lingering stress. I shouldn’t have rushed you. We have time.”

[aheroic]

[[ @asoncruellybanished hit the ♥️ for a starter

The takeover of Europe had gone almost smoothly, but America had been a struggle a violent and long-lasting one. When it was done, though, there was time to focus on reorganization, including separating magical children from any dangers posed by the non-magical community.

Albus only got personally involved in the most serious of cases, but a suspected obscurial certainly was one. "Credence?" he asked gently.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

“You’re allowed to be frightened. And unsure. Would it help, if you had more time to think? Or would that only allow your fear to grow?” The question was genuine, but he didn’t necessarily expect Credence to ba able to answer it. The last thing he wanted, though, was an uncontrolled outburst based on rising pressure to perform, and if his son could tell him how to prevent that, Albus would listen. What he did want was to pull Credence into another hug and somehow make all of this alright. It was terribly unfair, that he wasn’t able to so easily wave away the problems they faced.

[aheroic]

[[ @asoncruellybanished hit the ♥️ for a starter

The takeover of Europe had gone almost smoothly, but America had been a struggle a violent and long-lasting one. When it was done, though, there was time to focus on reorganization, including separating magical children from any dangers posed by the non-magical community.

Albus only got personally involved in the most serious of cases, but a suspected obscurial certainly was one. “Credence?” he asked gently.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

“First, you take a breath.  A good, deep one.”  He watched and waited a moment until Credence had done as he was told, then he offered the boy another brief, proud smile before taking the wand from the box. It was practically featureless–a bland bit of wooden dowl.  And yet, it would work well enogh for this.  “A child’s wand,” he explained.  “A toy.  This, unlike my wand, is utterly incapable of performing serious or dangerous magic.  It will, on command and exposure to your magic, light, create sparks, and create a brief, minor gust of wind–no more than would be produced by a single wave of a paper fan.  All I need you to do is to take it in your dominant hand, focus as much as you can on your need for light, and push that need into the wand.  As you do, say the word ‘lumos.’” The wand in his land lit at the command even without his concious effort, as Albus was so practiced controlling his intent through words and a similar focus. “Nox. I’ll put out the lights in the room to aid you in focusing on the need for this one. That is all. I’ll ask you to try it a dozen times.  If, after all that honest effort, nothing happens, I will never ask you to attempt it again, but Credence? I do expect a genuine attempt.  Remember that.  Are you ready?”

[asoncruellybanished]

Credence could not return Albus’ smile. As far as he was concerned, those smaller magical reactions this wand could produce - light, sparks, a small gust of wind - were serious and dangerous. Magic was a sin. Doing such things… Only ever brought about pain, he had known this since infancy. It was the most important rule in the world.

But now, the opposite was true. His new father expected him to do magic. Credence didn’t want to make Albus angry, he definitely didn’t want to let him down after he had done so much for a good-for-nothing orphan.

He took a deep breath, as commanded. And then another, to buy time more than anything else.

It helped, a little, and with his eyes closed, he slowly reached out for the wand. Silently mouthing the incantation - Lumos. Lumos. Lumos.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Albus watched, doing his best to be patient and give his son the time and space he needed, as he breathed and silently practiced the word, but it became clear relatively quickly that the boy’s panic was going to interfere. Slowly, hoping not to startle him, he rested his hand over Credence’s.

“Listen to me, please. Credence, you are not in any trouble, but I fear I haven’t done nearly enough to allay your fears.  I want you to think, for a moment. Forget what I’ve asked of you for now.  Think, of a man with an explosive device.  He has been entrusted with it.  He didn’t ask for it and he didn’t want it, but it’s in his posession.  The device, if ignored, will, at some point, explode on its own, destroying an entire city block, if not more.  But, if the man detonates it willingly, the explosion will be much smaller.  Sometimes, there will be no explosion at all.  Sometimes, it will be minor, not big enough to harm more than one or two people, and only if they are very close.  So, if the man monitors it, keeps it in sight and, every day or every week, releases some of the pressure by detonating it manually, he can control how many people are in danger.  He can, in fact, prevent the larger, more dangerous explosion from ever occuring.  Are you following?

“Now, which option is morally right? Causing an explosion is arguably always wrong, but would it be better to do that than to allow, through inaction, a much greater harm? Now, what if the man didn’t know for certain if the device would ever go off on its own? It might, but he didn’t know. Would the smaller detonations still be better?”

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

“ Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you.” -greatergoodfolly

@greatergoodfolly

Albus melted. He always did, when confronted with such direct expressions of the love they shared. His cheeks pink, he hid his pleased smile in Gellert's shoulder as he pulled him in for a closer hug. "I feel the same, of course. All the worces of magic itself could not tear our hearts apart, I'm certain."

[greatergoodfolly]

“I have never met anyone like you, nor do I think I ever will,” Gellert mused, but he didn’t say more as he felt Albus pull him closer. He had no complaints about that and held on tighter in turn. Happy with the simple act of being held in his lovers arms. Being wanted.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Albus didn't hold him for long. Even with the heat of love and lust between them, Albus wasn't one to be eager for constant physical contact. He hummed briefly in response to the thought, then pulled back to look properly at Gellert's face. I doubt there will ever anyone quite like either of us, at least in our lifetimes. That's the beauty of human originality, I suppose, and the freedom of choice." He paused, then frowned. "What were you working on, before your poetic spirit overcame you?"

[greatergoodfolly]

“I was simply ruminating on your words from last night,” Gellert laughed softly, enjoying the physical affection while it lasted. He wondered if he should reveal what he’d Seen, but he feared Albus’s reaction. He knew that what he saw could be confusing. Misinterpreted. He wasn’t sure he had the words to explain it either. Instead, he remained silent on it.

His visions were terrifying for him and for those around him. He recalled far too easily the pain and fear from the first time he’d Seen while his caretaker had screamed for help. And when he’d finished, he’d sat up and told her she wouldn’t see her father again despite the fact he’d been in the flush of health. She received the news not long after. Dragon pox. He’d deteriorated quickly.

Gellert didn’t want to chase Albus away. Not with what his visions did. The gasping and spasms. The lack of breath. The pain that made his skin shine with sweat. Gellert never saw a beautiful future. He saw blood and death. Men coughing up blood and flesh as a thick fog surrounded them. Women and children so gaunt one could count their ribs. Bright planes flying through the air and deep gullies dug into the earth. Gellert couldn’t make sense of what he saw, but he didn’t want to.

And yet, what frightened him was none of that. It was a black shadow that screamed and thrashed like a tortured beast. It was a fight that lasted both an eternity and no time at all. It was Albus silent and still. Blue eyes empty and face slack with surprise. Deep gashes covering his body and chest still. Killed by a creature that so resembled what his sister sometimes became.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Albus frowned, as Gellert's thoughts dragged on and, apparently, slipped into unpleasantness. He hated that there was so much going on in his love's mind that he couldn't be a part of. But, he could provide comfort. He slid his hand determinedly into Gellert's, then gave him a squeeze before pressing his lips to Gellert's knuckles. "Are you certain that was all? You seem far away, even now."

[he-who-ignites]

Falling (Through Time) For You

enoughtroubleforalifetime​:

He hesitated, thoughtful.  Frankly, he hadn’t yet considered that.  He wasn’t sure how it might even be accomplished, though he was sure the two of them could find a way.  But then, of course, Gellert was glimpsing something and Albus was distracted by his laugh.

Even without any genuine humor, his face, transformed by laughter, was utterly entrancing. 

He really needed to reorient this body’s priorities.  It had been so long since he’d had these particular problems that he’d quite forgotten how to manage them.

“Yes, though I’m fairly certain a vow alone will not shift the allegiance of such powerful artifacts.  It may take some experimenting, to make that work.  If I even still am the Master of Death, after this.  It’s entirely possible that with my jump through time, teh situation has changed.

“It will not,” Gellert agreed, pleased that Albus was already thinking ahead and conceiving possible ways for them to change the Hallows’ allegiance, that he did not appear to hesitate in the face of Gellert’s rather drastic demands.

His expression turned pensive then, “Though perhaps a vow may prove to be an important aspect of the process. After all, would it truly be plausible for the Hallows to serve two masters whose goal and intentions do not align?”

It was a theory that pleased him more than he was willing to admit at this stage, for if it turned into reality, at least a first part of his justified mistrust could be dispelled by the Hallows themselves acknowledging Albus’ loyalty and sincerity.

Regardless, he did not intend to lower his guard by any significant amount until they had used the Hallows to craft a vow that no longer allowed for additional betrayals.

He refused to dwell on the vision he had experienced any further when he was still in Albus’ company.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

"Likely," he agreed, though he knew he couldn't fully align himself to Gellert's intentions, no matter how much he may want to. There would have to be compromise, and the Lord knew Gellert wouldn't be pleased with that.

"I know you will continue to doubt me. I would do the same, were our positions reversed. But mistakes... Mistakes are the birthright of mankind. That, as history has proven, is only amplified by youth, and with a lifetime-" trying to remember that lifetime was getting more difficult by the minute, and the softening of his memories was cause for some alarm on its own, "- with a lifetime of mistakes and of reminscing upon them, I really am certain what those mistakes were. I am not going to make this one again."

He paused, giving Gellert space to process his words, and to do what he liked with their meaning. "I'm at your mercy, Gellert, governed by your whim. As much as I would like to tell you what our next steps need to be, I cannot expect you to listen. So, I would appreciate you making your decision known, once you've reached it."

[willorcs]

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•  D  U  A  L  I  T  Y  •

Gellert, Albus, and the Elder Wand.

[slytherthings]

! ~enoughtroubleforalifetime (for Ginny, maybe? I'm not picky though. Whoever you can come up with something for is totally fine.)

Draco carried his broom to the quidditch pitch, certain no one would be there this early on a Sunday. He huffed when he arrived and there was already someone there. Whatever. He needed to fly for a while, and he could ignore whoever it was.

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"Seriously?" Ginny came down to a comfortable foot off the ground as soon as she spotted him, annoyed, but not willing to just ignore that she now, apparently had an audience. Or, possibly, competition for the space. "It's like 6. The sun is barely up. What are you doing out here?"

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[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

“ Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you.” -greatergoodfolly

@greatergoodfolly

Albus melted. He always did, when confronted with such direct expressions of the love they shared. His cheeks pink, he hid his pleased smile in Gellert's shoulder as he pulled him in for a closer hug. "I feel the same, of course. All the worces of magic itself could not tear our hearts apart, I'm certain."

[greatergoodfolly]

“I have never met anyone like you, nor do I think I ever will,” Gellert mused, but he didn’t say more as he felt Albus pull him closer. He had no complaints about that and held on tighter in turn. Happy with the simple act of being held in his lovers arms. Being wanted.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Albus didn't hold him for long. Even with the heat of love and lust between them, Albus wasn't one to be eager for constant physical contact. He hummed briefly in response to the thought, then pulled back to look properly at Gellert's face. I doubt there will ever anyone quite like either of us, at least in our lifetimes. That's the beauty of human originality, I suppose, and the freedom of choice." He paused, then frowned. "What were you working on, before your poetic spirit overcame you?"

[boldasalion]

“  do i deserve back pain at this age?  ” ~Ginny, enoughtroubleforalifetime

"Deserve it? No, no one deserves it," Hermione replied, with clear amusement. "That doesn't mean that it's not reasonable to expect it at any age. None of us consistently have the best of postures."

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[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Her groan was dramatic enough to entertain a theater full of fans. Which, really, the Gryffindor common room almost was. "That's not the point. The fuck was I thinking, taking over for Harry as Captain while he's in detention? Clearly, my body is punishing me for my hubris."

[promptfairy]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“  crying is very punk,  trust me,  i do it all the time   &   i am a punk.  ” “  do i like him or is he just tall?  ” “  not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die.  ” “  am i dramatic?  yes.  is it justified?  also yes.  ” “  everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head.  wow.  ” “  there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me.  it’s called the throne.  ” “  let’s get high!!   …   grades.  ” “  i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions.  ” “  it’s a bird!  it’s a plane!  it’s   …   me, trying to outrun my feelings.  there i go.  ” “  i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes.  ” “  why has no one fallen in love with me yet?  i’m so bored.  ” “  honestly,  i don’t even play an active role in my life.  shit just happens   &   i’m like  ‘  oh,  is this what we’re doing now?  okay.  ’  ” “  life hack  :  you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon.  ” “  what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around?  ” “  it may look like i’m having deep thoughts,  but really,  i’m just thinking about what to eat next.  ” “  do i deserve back pain at this age?  ” “  i’m a simple person;  anything happens,  i cry.  ” “  i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything.  ” “  yes,  the rumors are true.  i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass.  ” “  i try not to sound like an asshole,  but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.  ” “  someone has to date me eventually,  right?  ” “  what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of?  ” “  your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart.  ” “  there’s no way that  EVERYBODY  was kung-fu fighting.  ” “  saying my name is so intimate,  why would you do that to me?  ” “  don’t ask me about my sexuality.  you’re not gonna get a straight answer.  ” “  i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.  ” “  the first step to any murder is to have fun   &   be yourself.  ” “  i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.  ” “  i may seem like an angry person on the surface,  but deep down inside, i am actually angrier.  ” “  i push everyone away,  but in a way,  i am doing them a favor.  ” “  what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur?  ” “  i’m not even a hot mess.  i’m more like a lukewarm mess.  ” “  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.  ” “  can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight?  ” “  you’re not allowed to be busy,  you’re my only friend.  ” “  becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life.  ” “  is it cold in here,  or is that just my heart?  ” “  if i sigh loudly enough,  will all my problems go away?  ” “  hey,  sorry i’m late.  i didn’t want to come.  ”

[in-myheartofhearts]

Gellert: There's nothing you can do to stop me.

Albus : *places a hand on his heart*

Gellert: *stops functioning*

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Gellert: ✨ "...'cause every time we touch, I get this feeling..." ✨

[dreamingbrownie]

AND EVERY TIME WE KISS, I SWEAR I CAN FLY ✨