DEEDS NOT WORDS.

marlene. not your baby.

[marlvne]

legatvm‌:

“I want to go back to Berlin,” Alice stated wistfully, a pout forming on her lips as she pushed her drink in the direction of Marlene, signaling for her to drink the rest of it. She certainly didn’t need the rest, what was the point of drinking on a night she had patrols with the Order? Pushing the drink closer to Marlene, she finally gave her a look, putting her arms up in surrender. “Well now if you take that you’ll be drinking and I won’t be alone,” it was a fair question Marlene asked, there were a many a number of places she could’ve been that night. While she had chosen to meet a contact here, she hadn’t needed to stay. 

“Well, I cheated on my Uncle Florean ice cream wise and he just found out so I’m avoiding him, my flat’s too messy right now to deal with and I got off of work late, plus I had to come,” Alice pointed at the random group of old men having their argument. “I had to hear their argument. Reminds me of home a bit. In Galway. I really dunno, maybe I was waiting for you. All those years of Divination have gotten me LOCKED IN with my inner eye. That’s got to be it. Maybe we should start arguing with them.”

Marlene finished Alice’s drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, raising her eyebrows. The glass clinked in the bottom of the glass, and she swirled the cubes around, snorting. “That’s true,” she acknowledged, “now I’m drinking with you, and apparently you want to go back to Germany.” She shrugged and grinned. “Which might be better than here, you’re right. Ugh.” She shivered as the cold of the drink worked its way down her chest, but it was followed by the rush of warmth from the spirit, and that was much better. Brushing her windblown hair out of her eyes, she settled back.

“Florean!” she beamed. “Oh, I love him. Has he agreed to my proposal yet? One day I will be Madame Fortescue, and I will have access to all the ice cream I’ve ever dreamed of. He doesn’t even have to be faithful, I won’t care, I’ll cheerfully wave him goodbye from the parlour.” Shaking her head, she glanced over at the old men, then back to Alice, and raised one eyebrow. Knowing her friend, she really would start an argument with them. Marlene would be right there at her shoulder, but she was still bloody cold and wasn’t an Irish maniac.

“If you’re so good at the future,” she said, distracting her by flinging out her arm dramatically and covering her forehead with her other hand, damsel in distress style, “maybe you can read my lines and tell me why all my relationships end in screaming and violence. It can’t be the common denominator.” She winked and pointed to herself.

[ptonkinsource]

10 months and lotsa biotin but I’m nearly back to original witch length hair.  thanks for the drive by color @jaye_edwards 📷 @laraworthington ❤️

[ravenclairee]

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[marlvne]

voldemortkilledher‌:

@marlvne asked: 🎵 for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favourite line of the next song ( Kiss With A Fist by Florence + The Machine ) as a starter ( still accepting. )

Dorcas grinned, kicking out her legs across the sofa as Marlene swanned her way over. “You know, a kick in the teeth is good for some,” her voice was lined with teasing, raising her glass of whiskey to meet Marlene’s. It had been not even a day since she’d last seen her - the Leaky Cauldron was the route through which she always got to work, but it was nice to be able to have Marlene over. “I’d have just hexed him. Loyal customer or no.”

“Maybe I should’ve.” Marlene collapsed melodramatically onto the sofa next to her friend, narrowly avoiding crushing her legs, and settled herself in, uncaring that they were now a sprawl of limbs. “You know when you just freeze up, though? And this is me. Me! I’m never scared of shit!” She shook her head and took a long swig of the whiskey, which obviously had more than the usual two fingers in it, and no ice. “Ah, what the fuck ever. Let’s not talk about men. I’m sick of men. I’m putting a moratorium on all mentions of men in my flat for the next eight hours, and that includes Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew.”

[marlvne]

macdvnald‌:

@marlvne​ asked me to use a line from my favorite TV ( the office ) show as a starter ( meme. accepting. )

“The eyes are the groin of the head,” explained Mary dryly, mimicking a punch with her fist. “So if you can’t reach the balls, reach the … balls of the face. The eyeballs.” Then, she couldn’t fight it any more, and laughter bubbled past her lips. It was strange enough to talk about physical fighting rather than doing it —- but the way she’d used her words surprised even her. “Dear Jesus, what am I going on about? When you want to punch someone, there’s only one thing to remember — don’t tuck your damn thumb in. My brother did that once, broke his finger. But besides that, just … bleeding go for it, ya know?”

"The eyes are the groin of the head?” Marlene repeated, very slowly, before her face broke into a grin. “Babe, are you drunk? I don’t think I have ever heard balls compared to eyeballs before, and honestly I could’ve lived out the rest of my days in peace without being subjected to it. Jesus - what kind of advice is that?”

Marlene appreciated the next bit, though - she frowned. “I thought you were meant to always tuck your thumb in.” She made a fist with her right hand. “Did Sirius lie to me? I think Sirius lied to me.”

[ruinedchildhood]

[phoebetonkinweb]

Phoebe Tonkin as “Sonya” in Pillow Talk

[marlvne]

jmspottcr‌:

thump, thump, thump… and he already knew what would follow, marlene yelling at him from behind a door. a heavy sigh escaped his lips as the young man pushed himself up from his bed, sheets still wrapped around himself he mumbled to himself, “I swear to merlin… hmpf… marlene damn mckinnon always messing up my damn sleep pattern…” shaking his head lightly the young man picked up the first sweater, and pair of jeans he found laying around on the ground and slipped into them as quickly as he could. half asleep, he found this to be quite the achievement, even though he did knock into a couple of objects. but what else could be expected of him at this ungodly hour… 2pm. nevertheless ungodly in his opinion. 

not before long he had made his way to the door, sockless and full of pride. pulling it open he added, “for your information it is completely natural to sleep naked. it’s actually good for you, you know !” a smile managed to curl upon his lips as the young man raised his brows ever so slightly at her, “now where is my well deserved warm welcome with breakfast?” 

Marlene scanned James from head to toe, trying her very best to channel the disdainful, snobbish pureblood lady she knew her mother wanted to be, but she couldn’t keep it up and soon broke, laughing. “You are absolutely ridiculous. No one sleeps naked...unless there’s a reason for it. There’s no Lils hidden in your cupboard, is there?” Winking at him, she neatly sidestepped him and headed straight into the flat, not bothering to wait for an invite. She wasn’t a vampire. Plus, he owed her for the utter trauma of last time. James was like a brother to her - she did not want to have to look at him naked ever again; the Quidditch shower cubicles had been flimsy enough.

“Breakfast?” she repeated, calling over her shoulder. There wasn’t any sign of Remus, so Marlene went straight to the kitchen, dumping her leather jacket on the couch on the way, and rummaged through the cupboards confidently, looking for the teabags. “It’s 2pm, fucker, don’t you have a job?” Oh, no, wait, it was Saturday - normal people didn’t work crazy-irregular shifts like she did. She flicked her wand at the kettle and set it to boiling. “What time did you even get in last night? Did Black keep you out? You know, he’s kinda like your mistress. Has anyone told you that? I’m sure I’ve told you that.”

Almost as an afterthought - even though this was his house - she turned to look at him. “Tea?”

[marlvne]

legatvm‌:

“I hate to say this, because the minute I do something’ll happen, but, I’m so bloody bored,” Alice sighed as she found Marlene at the table in the back. Plopping her backpack and jacket, she took the jack and coke she’d been nursing, making herself comfortable in the booth. “I’ve even resorted to drinking, DRINKING, blimey,” taking a sip, she surveyed the room. It was an automatic reaction nowadays, it had been since she’d graduated from the academy – to scan her surroundings periodically for any trouble. Since it was the Leaky, there were some old men in a corner having a passionate argument, a few people huddled over some butterbeer and some harassing Tom at the bar. “But I can’t do anything too crazy I’ve got something to do later.”

"Oh, God,” Marlene said, raising her hands up immediately, “don’t you dare say that! Last time you were bored we ended up in Berlin, Al.” Laughing, though, she easily made room for Alice - no small feat, given the layers of coat and scarf and hat and gloves Marlene had recently shed. “I haven’t even got one yet, see.” She gestured to the empty table. “What kind of terrible bartender works in this place, huh.”

The bar was plenty crowded, though, and Marlene was content to sit back and let Tom handle the customers before she went up to badger him for a free drink - she worked enough extra hours for him to deserve it. Settling into the old wooden seat, she cradled her chin in her hand and stared pointedly at her friend. “What the hell are you doing drinking here alone, huh? Wasting time before your mysterious “thing” to do?” She made darting sarcastic quotes in the air, grinning.

[marlvne]

mxrpadfoot‌:

Sirius was nursing a pint at one of the window tables, people watching and chatting up Tom whenever he passed by with a free moment (the man had some stories, that was for sure). This was his general hobby whenever he had nothing to do and wanted to get out and about - a quick ride to the Leaky Cauldron was sure to bring something interesting into your day, and that included some cheap snacks and drinks.  

The something interesting today was the sight of one Marlene McKinnon, huffing through the door and wrapped up as if Antarctica itself was outside. Barely waiting for her to sit down, Sirius scooped up his drink and headed towards her booth, plopping himself next to her. 

“Pleasure to see you out and about, Marls. Father Christmas lose a reindeer?” he poked at her reddened nose, a grin spreading across his face. “Don’t get enough of this place, do ya?”

Marlene hadn’t even spotted Sirius, which was unusual - she normally kept half an eye out for any of her school friends, and especially Sirius, because trouble seemed to shadow him like a liethfold. His appearance startled her, and his comment didn’t make her any more amenable to his presence, even though she knew, as always, that his teasing was a sign of affection more than anything else.

“You know that’s making fun of someone with an affliction,” she responded grumpily, filching his pint from his grasp and taking a sip, then making a face. How dare Sirius buy himself a beer that she didn’t like. “I can’t help my face. It’s not like I chose it. Besides, it’s fucking freezing.”

As if to emphasise that, a draft blew through the cosy room as someone else entered through the muggle side - Marlene looked at Sirius and raised her eyebrows, as if to say, see! She took another sip of the pint, as if it might’ve got better in the last minute - it hadn’t - and said, with a sign, “is it really fucking lame that I hang around at my place of work when I’m not even getting paid for it?”

[paulwelsey]

[marlvne]

@jmspottcr

It had taken Marlene months to get used to living alone. Okay, that was a lie - she still wasn’t used to living alone. Her flat was nice enough, and small too, so that it didn’t echo and she could keep all the entrances in sight at once, but it was so quiet. No chattering Lily, no energetic Emmeline - she even missed Sirius, sometimes. Sometimes. She knew all of that about herself - she knew that if she spent too much time alone she’d start going stir crazy and doing dumb shit, like seeing how quickly she could drink a bottle of cheap gin and throwing up on her living room carpet (not that that had ever happened), so it was after the third evening with no Leaky shift and no company that she took matters into her own hands.

Well, put them in James’s hands, really. No regrets.

She’d learned the hard way, though, to at least announce herself rather than flooing over; settling herself against the doorframe, Marlene kicked a couple of times at the bottom of the door, hand in her pocket, head resting against the old wood. “Potter!” she yelled. “Put some clothes on and open up!”

[marlvne]

open

January was especially cold this year - Marlene experienced an odd sensation of double-vision, almost-deja vu, when she realised that exactly a year ago she had been at Hogwarts, where she had stayed, as usual, over Christmas. They had all been thinking forwards, to their NEWTs, to the flats they would live in, the jobs they would do. It was strange now to be looking back. Hissing to herself in irritation, she wrapped her coat and scarf closer around herself and glowered at every passing stranger. She knew the cold was making the tip of her nose go red; she hated winter. Ducking into the Leaky, she raised a hand in greeting to Tom and headed for an enclosed booth in the back right hand corner; she didn’t have a shift, and that meant she could have a drink with no guilt at all.

[marlvne]

BMM (big marlene mood)

[marlvne]

hi everyone !  I’m eliza, your hopeless admin, and this is marlene, who is not a cupcake. pls like this for a starter & I’ll get one up for you asap !

so uh first of all!! a bit about me!! I’m 22 & I live in London, and I’ve been roleplaying for around 7 years? or thereabouts? (yikes). I love history and art and girls!! I’ve been writing Marlene for a very long time & will put up a full bio soon but in short:

she was born into a poor Pureblood family with way more pretentions than wealth, and was basically neglected for most of her childhood by her parents -- her father was (and remains) entirely uninterested in anything other than himself and his failed political plots, and her mother was one of those women who claims to suffer from “nerves” and only saw Marlene once every blue moon to force her into an uncomfortable dress and spend an afternoon watching her walk with a book on her head.

Marlene has two older brothers, both of whom were Ravenclaws, and it was with them that she ran wild with in her early years.

Marlene’s definitely a Gryffindor, but she has serious Slytherin tendencies too -- she’s fiercely critical and judgemental, can be arrogant, is passionate & dramatic, and basically refused from her very first day to take any blood purity shit. As a result, she made enemies of basically every Pureblood she ever knew in childhood, cut them all off, and is a huge target for retaliation. (I mean, she gets herself and her entire family killed, so like.....good one Marlene).

She’s never shut up once in her life ever.

Her best friends are her Gryffindors (and they firmly are her Gryffindors, she adopted them and they have no say in the matter). She’s now incredibly close to all members of the Order, and would die for any one of them -- she’s dramatic as hell like that.

Basically an archetypical Leo, loves causing messy drama, absolutely lives for screaming arguments in the rain but will always apologise and acknowledge fault, which is what stops her from being insufferable. She is passionate about the cause & took this bartending job at the Leaky Cauldron mostly so she could spy on customers and feed information back to the Order.

She’s nearly always smoking; she wears a lot of pink; for someone who claims she hates the Pureblood life she sure does love having money; she loves Quidditch but was never good enough to go pro; she had so many detentions at Hogwarts she lost track, but most of them were for skipping class; she scraped through on her NEWTs; there’s no alcohol she doesn’t like; she’s the messy friend; she’s almost definitely slept with you or someone you know because she treats sex like a handshake; she really does care about you, tho.

I’ll have some wanted connections up soon but for now HIT ME UP in IMs or discord !