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@gazaelle
a private & selective dorcas meadowes from the harry potter series, primarily marauders based but with reserection verses. most of my characterisation is headcanon based rather that canon compliant. psd by jaynedits but everything else by me. adamantly and unapologetically anti jkr. no exceptions given. reimagined by goose.
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i’m in baby blog jail but
i’m in baby blog jail but
monstrously made. horridly human. wonderfully wolf. 🌕
remus lupin written by lyddy.
anti jkr - rules and info in pinned post. chaos started 7/2021
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
i think my idea of vaguing and everyone else’s idea of vaguing are different things so. basically i’m dumb and i’m going to be looking at how and what i post more closely from now on.
something you didn’t ask for. ╰ ▫ . . . for @snytch.
in honesty, she’d been avoiding him. he looked to much like them, and she’d only just learned of their passing. naturally she ran, as she so often did, not wanting to confront the realisation that such good friends had passed and left behind a son she didn’t even know. though there seemed to be no avoiding him now, awkwardly waiting in the hall with no one else to converse with. “ you’re harry, i assume. . . ”
askabound.
as she spoke, sirius watched a group of fellow students he vaguely remembered having seen practicing their potion making with an alarming disregard for personal safety before. it seemed that they consumed their beverage with about as much responsibility as they poured random ingredients into their cauldron, and when the retching sounds began, sirius was reminded of the blast the volatile potion they’d brewed resulted in. was this the change dorcas fancied?
❛ i take it you’re not very happy with your decision then. seeing as you’re standing here, brooding by yourself, casting those judgy eyes on everyone and all. ❜ he was hardly in a position to criticise. he could pretend all he wanted that he belonged to this scene but his discomfort and eagerness to find his friends and slip out unnoticed were clear on his face. ❛ what would make this better? i’m sure you have an idea. ❜
dorcas too noticed vague sounds of retching from behind her, but she didn’t pay much mind to it. woman spoke of wanting change, and yet a strong reluctance to actually take in that change put such a distance between herself and whatever little enjoyment she could get from watching teens make fools of themselves.
“ a little. i’ll be honest, i’m not as thrilled about my decision as i thought i’d be. realised i don’t have as much affinity with my fellow teens as i tell myself. ” with a soft shrug, having to laugh at apparent distance between her and her peers. “ more whiskey might help. only one way to find out. ”
fledrmaus.
a whooping exclamation echoing from stone to stone. the timidly golden morning sun has risen over jagged castle walls and behind heaven–high towers, colouring this scene a cool shade of yellow.
❛❛ 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚂 ! ❜❜
stalking across the courtyard to catch up ––––––––––––––– patent leather shoes and tidy slacks ––––––––––––––– the only thing which could betray that he’s a genuine nuisance is the smug look on 𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐'𝖘 face. otherwise, he’s looking quite respectable in a spotless uniform, tie perfectly straight for once. ( it’s still early. ) ❛❛ perhaps i should be more consistent ; annoy you all the time. ❜❜ which he very well could, since they’re sitting together in potions this year. ❛❛ slow down, woman ! people’ll think you’re running from me. ❜❜
can’t help but chuckle at his exclamation, something so surreal about the morning sun, bringing a joyous lighting into conversation so unnatural for young woman. not one to often highlight intimate thoughts, even if all she said was that he sometimes wasn’t annoying. though chuckle turns into something far closer resembling a scoff once he thinks of being consistent with his annoyance. “ way to ruin a tender moment, sirius. ” but words aren’t meant or felt, little smirk dancing over lips. not that he’d be able to see it, her far shorter legs carrying her at a far quicker speed than normal. “ maybe i am! ever think of that? ”
theres suddenly so many marlenes and may i say, its making me so happy.
sunlightfades.
It feels a little strange to celebrate a birthday in the middle of everything but really Marlene thinks they could all use a little break so she goes big. The decorations are thanks to Margaret who’s been nice enough to offer her flat for the night, they’re on the childish side but she supposes it’s Margaret’s idea of a joke. “Dorcas!” she cheers, maybe louder than she meant to, “you look great.”
marlene was right in thinking that perhaps they should all have a little break. the war was cruel on their young souls and young woman knew that, to carry on, some of them truly needed a normal, violence free evening to make up for teenage years clothes she normally wouldn’t wear adorn curves, feeling a little uncomfortable but almost certain that’s how she’s supposed to feel. “ there’s the birthday girl! ” smile wide as she wanders over, arms outstretched for a hug.
surviving isn’t beautiful , it’s dirty ; it’s tears streaming down your face and sobbing in a dark corner ( #chosean , harry james potter , studied by KITA ) it’s blood on your hands .
to elaborate on my last post, a mouse decided it wanted to get through my wall at 5 a.m. this morning, thus waking me from my slumber. this has since prevented me from going back to sleep, and because i have no chill, i’m going to make it the problem of everyone else also. aka i’m probably going to do random starters etc etc
i’m bummed tf out so i’m actually going to dip but. i did two things.
something you didn’t ask for. ╰ ▫ . . . for @mrlene.
smile growing as she wanders over to table with two butterbeers in hand, placing one in front of companion before sliding into her seat. “ see? i told you that exam would be easy. not as bad as you thought, right? ”
something you didn’t ask for. ╰ ▫ . . . for @betraeyer.
for the first time since they’d known each other, dorcas had made an effort. emerald gown perfectly clings to where she was comfortable having it tight, showing off body often hidden behind baggy robes or jeans. not for him, but because of him. accompanying him to one of slughorn’s events, and not wanting to reflect badly on him. though not sure why. she hadn’t cared much more before about appearances, especially for the sake of others. it’s alarming to even herself that she is now. “ cliche, but you clean up well. i’m impressed. ” hummed with wicked smirk dancing its way across painted lips, eyes lighting up a little at the sight of him.
