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character development challenge --> book canon agreeing future!isaac

according to book canon and logic of the rp, isaac would be the father of susan bones. isaac fights and gets through the war for his family, and his future family. though the road to that family is completely unexpected, he cherishes being a father and a partner, and strives to be the best he can be at both. he tries to balance going back to work as a curse breaker with raising a daughter, always making sure to bring home little treasures for her.

#crtchallenge #{ && man in the mirror }#{ && timeturner }

oliverjchrist

oliver jackson-cohen for wonderland magazine (2018).

#{ && man in the mirror }

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#{ about | the oldest bones }

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the blame game | && marlene

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marliism‌:

isaac.

In a sick, utterly selfish way, Marlene McKinnon was happy that she had never been in the shoes any of the three Bones siblings had. That, although she herself had been taken and brutalized, she hadn’t been forced to endure the suffering of Marcus disappearing. It was a definite possibility, she knew, a fear that plagued her every moment of the day. And if Orion or anyone else were to ever get off their asses and make a hit for her again, it would be easier to harm her brother than to kill her. It would cause her more pain. But when it came to really experiencing that sort of loss, she had been lucky. The McKinnon twins felt cursed in many ways, and all her naive or semi-optimistic thoughts had been scorched away. But Marlene had to hope it would never be her in Isaac’s position, standing in a hospital hoping her brother would wake up. It had been bad enough pulling their father out before he could attain more injuries, worse still being a patient. Being in the hospital gave view to more horrors than the redhead ever imagined, and very few had been her own.

St. Mungo’s may have been rebuilt, but it was still the same in its own fucked way. Being within its walls was dredging up more than Marlene cared to admit to. Even now, alive and physically safe, in her leather and lipstick as a visitor instead of torn to pieces, bruised skin and a patient, being there made her feel vulnerable. Emotions of any kind were a difficult task to understand, now, but weakness and fear were the fucking worst. If it wasn’t for her pride and damn badger loyalty, the selfish desperation to hear someone say that Edgar would survive and she wasn’t too late, Marlene knew she would have never even approached the hospital at all. They aren’t your family, one voice whispered in her mind, reminding her she had no right to be there. Regardless of his part in rescuing Edgar, this wasn’t her place. In that moment, Marlene couldn’t help wonder if this was how whoever saved her had felt. It made her sick she still didn’t know, to forever feel indebted to a faceless idea of a person. To constantly wish to know, whether to thank them or scream at them she never knew.

The look on Isaac’s face as she turned to face him might have been funny if the situation weren’t so damn bleak. It was one that Marlene knew well, to be so out of touch with your emotions. She buried them deep within her so they couldn’t explode and control every action that she ever took, but that was still an expression she recognized, even if she never displayed it herself. “Stop.” She managed, her voice quieter than she had hoped. It would be easier if she was firm, determined, but the hospital and everything about this was fucking with her. “I didn– I couldn’t let it happen again.” Not after Dorcas had died, not after Amelia. Or you, another voice whispered, but this wasn’t about her. No matter how she felt, Marlene knew this couldn’t be about her or what had happened. Damn hospital making you remember. Maybe it was the brutal memory charge coming from the situation, or her exhaustion wearing down her usually decent defences from ever mentioning the past that caused her to say it, but either way, the phrase slipped through before Marlene could control it. “My nightmares never end when I wake up; difference is, Ed started showin’ up in them after they took him. Me, maybe I deserved it, but he didn’t.” She dug her teeth into her cheek to keep the sadness from spilling over, but it was futile. “That’s a nice offer, but ‘s alright. I didn’t do this expectin’ to have your debt or any of that.”

The idea that his brother’s future still hung in the balance left a consistent feeling of unease in his stomach. He was going to feel sick until the moment his brother woke up. He had already gone through this, yet it felt completely foreign all over again. The worry was new, as if this was the first time he’d dealt with these feelings. No matter how much he had dealt with and felt, there was nothing that could prepare him for what was going through his mind at the moment. Nothing could prepare him for how he was going to tell his parents that he had yet again not been the one to find his sibling, and this time, survival still was not guaranteed. But Ed was still alive, and he had to hold on to the hope, another foreign concept to him in terms of the war, that the younger man would pull through. And the hope that this would be one of the last times he had to set foot in this wretched place.

Isaac looked at the younger girl as if he was really seeing her for the first time, now for what the war had done to her. Obviously he knew her, and they were on the same side of many of fights, but he realised he didn’t know her as well as he should. Not as well as Ed or Amelia knew her. And Merlin she was so young. Far too young to have gone through a fraction of what she had. No one her age should be in the position to lead a charge like she had. No one his age should have to be in charge of it. And yet, here he was, thanking a girl so much younger than him for being the one to save his brother. The thought, hitting him like a blow to the gut, made him feel sick. Despite considering his siblings to be kids still, he had not thought about the others their age as kids. Barely out of school, and fighting for their lives. Fighting something that, at her age, should be beyond her. And yet, she was a survivor.

“”Of course you don’t deserve it. None of us do. The only ones that do are the bastards responsible,” he replied, knowing the minute it came out that it wouldn’t help a thing. But he needed to say it, not specifically to her, but just in order to get it off his chest. To take the weight off of his shoulders as he held it in. Words weren’t ever the easiest for him, by any stretch of the imagination. Even with his family, it was seemingly getting harder to open up to them. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he got himself out of his own place. Her response froze him in place for a moment. He’d made the offer off the cuff, out of ingrained courtesy, and her reaction was certainly not one that he had anticipated. “I-I didn’t mean to…” He cut himself off, knowing neither of them probably wanted to hear that. “It’s not a debt, it’s just an offer. And anyway, the it still stands, should you need it. We all need to watch each other’s backs after all.”

#{ marlene && the blame game }#{ && marlene }

unbrokcnbones

When: July 24 Where: Diagon Alley Who: @isaacxxbones

Coming back after being gone and presumed dead for a year was a pain in the ass, Amelia decided. Gringotts had given her hell about getting into her vault, people stared at her, she flinched when strangers bumped into her and she couldn’t stop checking over her shoulder to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on her. In hindsight, it had probably been too soon to come out to a place this crowded. She should have tried to see of Olivander would accept a more private meeting to replace the wand her captors had snapped in front of her all those months ago.

Amelia had honestly thought it would be easier to handle than it turned out to be. She hadn’t expected so much trouble from Gringotts, but the goblins were extremely protective over the vaults. It wasn’t a bad thing, exactly, but it was damned inconvenient considering she didn’t have what they considered proper proof of her identity. She couldn’t produce her old wand to be checked, she didn’t have a new one they could log because she had to get into her vault in order to be able to pay for a new one.

For safety reasons, she had made sure both of her brothers would have access to her account should anything happen to her and in a moment of sheer frustration, she’d agreed to send an owl to Isaac so he could come and verify her identity and gain access to the vault. It was damned frustrating to need help for something so simple. And so she paced outside the bank, working off nervous energy while she waited for her brother to come and help. Part of her felt guilty for contacting Isaac instead of Edgar, but she just wasn’t ready to face her twin and the inevitable questions. They knew each other too well, he’d be able to read more in her expressions than she was fully ready for him to know just yet. Hopefully Isaac wouldn’t ask too many questions or push too hard.

She caught sight of him approaching and stopped pacing, forcing herself to relax a bit. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t realize they’d have such a hard time giving me access to my account and there are just some things I really need to get. Didn’t take you away from anything too important did I?”

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The stack of paperwork seemed like it never had an end. Another reminder of how much he missed being out in the field rather than being stuck at his desk. But every time he thought about transferring back now that Amelia was back and healing, he could hear his mother’s worry in his head. He couldn’t blame her, wanting to keep their children close, even though they were adults. They all wanted to stay close, now more than ever, and this was the best for everyone. At least he could still get to headquarters easier.

There was no denying the relief and happiness that flooded through him when he received Amelia’s message. Ever since she had been found, and with how much that time had changed her, he had been carefully monitoring her, sussing out how much had changed, most importantly within the family dynamic. He knew his sister well enough never to baby her, but he could not fight his older brotherly instincts to protect her. So when she reached out for any kind of help, he made sure that he was available and ready whenever.

“You know you could have waited inside for me, yeah?” he teased lightly as he approached her. As she stood still, he felt himself hesitate slightly as he closed in on her. He was so used to just being able to pull her into a tight hug, whether she liked it or not, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he could do that. There was a constant battle in him whether he should tread lightly with her, or act as if nothing had changed. Light teasing was at least a way things could stay the same, but it was the physical acts he was more worried about bothering her with. So as he landed in front of her, he decided it would be up to her, as the situation was new to both of them. “I do just work upstairs,” he continued with a light smirk.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her words. “Well, be all know how uptight those goblins can be. S’no better being an employee, either,” he joked, a warm grin etching itself across his face. Gesturing her to head into the bank ahead of him, he shook his head. “And s’not a problem, I needed to stretch my legs anyway. Those desks are murder after hours sitting there.”

#{ && amelia }#{ amelia && gringotts }

&&1. there’s a strange exhilaration in such total detestation || wicked

isaac is not known for keeping his opinions of people to himself, particularly if he does not like them. this has made him a fair amount of enemies even before joining the war efforts, even within his own house at school, as well as within the order.

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&&2. no photograph could possibly show the you i know || carrie

someone who has been by isaac’s side for a very long time. outside of his family, they know him the best. they know how to come him down or rile him up when needed. someone who can read him from the slightest change in his facial expression.

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&&3. wrongs will be righted, if we’re united || newsies

an aversio yes-man for isaac. a person who always convinces him that what he’s doing is best for the cause, no matter the potential personal sacrifice may be. either someone who brought him in or someone he brought in/mentored.

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&&4. it was a pretty good bad idea, wasn’t it though? || waitress

not necessarily the best choice overall, but a damn good one in the moment. not one for intimate relationships during war, they’ve agreed to keep things casual and figure things out when the war is over.

*canonically, isaac would be susan bones’s father, and this could be a possible plot for her to come into play

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#crtplots #{ && wanted plots }

' it sort of makes me happy to be sad '

emotional starters

“I unfortunately know too well what you mean.” He could not hide the grimace that came across his face fast enough. She was not his little sister, but the brotherly instincts still came out full force. “Maybe it feels that way now, but things will change once the war is over. Maybe our emotions will go back as normal as possible. We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.”

#{ && asked }#{ && answered }#{ && marlene }#{ i have no idea where this came from but brother bear muse is full force all the sudden }#marliism

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#{ && man in the mirror }#{ && queue queue ca choo }

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the blame game | && marlene

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marliism‌:

isaac.

It was safe to say, Marlene McKinnon really fucking hated the hospital. St. Mungo’s was nobody’s favorite place, but the woman’s vicious distaste was unending. While it had been a place of discomfort before – so many sick people, all in one space, suffering from magic in a way wizards weren’t meant to – it was infinitely worse now. Having spent months upon months as a patient, in a closed ward, with only Andromeda and Ted for company as her healers, had probably done nothing to help with that. But her wounded pride and inability to face reality had made it so that not even Xen or Marcus could see her; Marlene’s refusal for them had been harsh, scary, but it wasn’t something she could control. When the Aurors had pulled her from that place, away from the Death Eaters, Marlene was shot. The brunt of so many Unforgivables and so much isolation had ruined her. Turned a vibrant teenager into a hollow shell. No amount of time in the hospital would fix that, determined as she had been at the time to prove otherwise.

Being back now felt almost as if time was standing still. It wasn’t the first time she’d been there since her time as a patient – no, the damned attack that had destroyed the building in the first place, that was the last. The time her father became a victim of war, regardless of the fact he had survived. But the tension in Marlene’s skin wasn’t going away, even with that in mind; she was too agitated to sit still. You shouldn’t have stayed, one of the voices reminded her, harsh but quieter than others seemed to be. Edgar was unconscious, and not hers to worry about. She and James might have been responsible for saving him before it was too late – that didn’t change that fact. He was still breathing, still here, and that was more than Dorcas had gotten. More than Marlene would ever deserve. No, Edgar wasn’t hers to give a shit about, but she understood more than nearly anyone what he had endured. Drinking the nightmares away and refusing to tell anyone any of her horror couldn’t diminish that.

Agitated and anxious though she was, Marlene couldn’t bring herself to leave. It was a relief to know that Edgar was safe, and not only for his own sake. The witch paced, boots hitting the cold floor with every quickened step, her teeth worrying into her lip. Too many fuckin’ anxious habits, but she couldn’t stop them. Being there at all was brute, to say nothing of the reason why. It wasn’t fair in any damned way, that every missing Order member had survived but one; but unhinged and crude as Marlene was, even she knew there was time to dwell on that later. Hearing her name snapped her reprieve quicker than she could have anticipated, stopping her in her tracks. Glancing up, Marlene put a face to the sound, recognizing Isaac. Dread knotted into her stomach, the worry that maybe they had been too late and Edgar was gone. But why the fuck would you be his first stop? Clearing her throat, she nodded. “I’m not doing anythin’ if that’s what you’re asking.” She shrugged, “what’s up?”

If Isaac never set foot in this place again, he would be more than happy. St. Mungo’s would always remind him of innocent people getting hurt, and now both of his siblings getting hurt in action. Taken, beaten, tortured. They both, thankfully, ended up here, despite not exactly how they were before. He was lucky enough to never had to be a patient here himself, but that also added to the baggage of built his visits thrust on him. Up until Amelia had gone missing, guilt had been something he had been able to avoid. Everything was able to be brushed off as collateral damage necessary to win the war, unavoidable losses. But that changed when his family became a target. It was harder to rationalise it away, easier to want immediate revenge on those who hurt them. And once Ed was in the clear, Isaac was going to be on a mission.

This was a nightmare that he had had over and over again since he first joined the Order. His parents and his siblings were always at the forefront of his mind when something dangerous happened. But the fight had been so important to him, he convinced himself that he could protect them if anything happened to them. Even when Edgar and Amelia joined the fight, he had been so convinced that he had the ability to protect them. Yet, here he was, unable to protect either of them and unable to be the one who rescued either of them. What kind of older brother was he if he could not do either of those things? But he had to push those thoughts away. Even though Amelia was changed, she was alive. Edgar may be unconscious, but he was breathing. They could move forward, together, even if it took more time. As long as they could keep each other alive, they could deal with changes to them and their lives when the war was over.

As he walked up to the girl, he realised he had not even thought of what he would say to her. Outside of his family, he was not the best at showing his emotions. He always joked that feelings were for the weak, but he was the one feeling foolishly weak struggle with a simple thank you. Meeting her eyes, his brain seemed to grapple for the right words to say to her. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he cleared his throat gently. “Er… I just wanted to say thanks. For finding my little brother, I mean,” he managed to mumble out, cursing himself for how stupid he must sound to her. It was important to him that she knew just how grateful he was, but without giving away how guilty he felt that he was not the one to lead the charge to find his brother. “I heard you’re the reason he’s still alive, so I… we… Amelia, my parents and I that is, want you to know how much we appreciate your efforts.” You sound like an absolute putz. Get a bloody grip. “If there’s ever anything you need from us, please feel free.”

#{ && marlene }#{ marlene && the blame game }

vhsmeme

* emotional starters

a collection of tv, movie and book quotes to kick you in the heart.

‘ i’m sorry for not telling you everything, but i needed this in order to get better. ’

‘ you can’t be sleeping already. it’s only seven. ’

‘ it was a mistake. ’

‘ not even a little visit? ’

‘ please smile. ’

‘ i’ll stop crying in a minute. ’

‘ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ’

‘ i’m leaving you behind, too. i don’t feel very good about that. ’

‘ look, i don’t wanna hassle you, okay? i love you and i’ll see you soon. ’

‘ it sort of makes me happy to be sad. ’

‘ we’re safe, aren’t we? ’

‘ i don’t give a fuck what they say about me. ’

‘ you’re afraid that i might find the happiness you never had. ’

‘ i need to ask you a question. where do you think are right now? ’

‘ wanna be able to sleep, not worry about what’s gonna happen or who’s coming in. if i can get that, i’d be in heaven. or close to it. ’

‘ that supposed to scare me? ’

‘ well, this is your home now. you’re going to like it here. you’ll see. ’

‘ you’d like that, wouldn’t you? you’d like me just to get out. ’

‘ no, you hate the whole world. ’

‘ you’ve been – you’ve been manipulating me. ’

‘ little things. you let little things get to you. ’

‘ no, no, sweetheart. i believe you. with all my heart i believe you. ’

‘ how much do you value your life? ’

#{ && ask memes }#{ omg please i need muse }

brotherly instincts | && xeno

19 August 1979 Safe Castle, Scotland @xen-lovegood

When he had first heard that his brother was involved in something that helped Aversio, Isaac had been over the moon. Ever since his little brother had gotten involved in the war, he had done his best to let him make his own decisions, yet did not attempt to completely hide that there were things about the Order that he disapproved of. Ever since Aversio had been revealed to the Order, he no longer held anything back from his siblings. What was worry him, however, was who his involved was in direct contact with.

Isaac had nothing against them personally, but from what he had heard, Xenophilius Lovegood preferred to fight with words rather than wands and fists. Which directly contended with how the Bones brothers acted. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but that seemed to be a constant state for him, but he needed to make sure that they would not try to sway his little brother from his present course. Thus, here he was, wondering the castle in search of the aforementioned person.

“Lovegood!” he called, a little gruffer than he intended, getting the younger one’s attention.

#{ && xeno }#{ xeno && brotherly instincts }

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#{ && face }#{ && man in the mirror }

the blame game | && marlene

December 29th, 1979 St. Mungo’s Hospital @marliism

Multitasking had never been Isaac’s strong suit. He had always been the kind of person to focus on the thing that interested him the most or that would best serve him if there were multiple tasks at once. Unfortunately, this was something that had come to haunt him during his efforts in the war. It had been fine, with him finding niche areas of interest that would benefit the cause, until his siblings became targets. His inability to put focus on more than one thing at once had led to others to come to their rescue. A fact that was not sitting well with him.

Older siblings almost always were protective of the younger, but the large gap in age had led to an even heightened need to protect them. But this is came into conflict with him when he was right in the thick of things with Aversio. His brother was missing, yet his brain was so much more focused on the war itself. Thankfully, and much to his guilt, there was someone that had actually put Edgar first. And just in time. The fiery Marlene McKinnon had led the charge to find his younger brother, and he was not sure that he would ever be able to repay her.

After seeing that his brother had been secured into his room, he could not sit still until the girl at least heard his gratitude. Hoping she had stuck around, he made his way into the ward to see where she could have gone.

“McKinnon!” he called after the redhead as he spotted her, making an effort to not startle her as he approached. “You have a minute?”