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ᴘʀᴜᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ 'ᵖʳᵘᵉ' ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ﹣ᴡᴇᴀsʟᴇʏ , lysander scamander, anton karlsson & josephine ' ʲᵒˢᶤᵉ ' xu metal charmer/inventor , ancient ruins professor, bartender & alchemist. ravenclaw x2 & slytherin x2

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rah patil clearwater on wixpix !

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{ cis man, he/him } ❝ if pressure makes diamonds, i cannot wait to shine. ❞ huh, who’s avan jogia ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually rah clearwater-patil. he is a twenty-six year old halfblood wizard who is a magizoologist. he is a hufflepuff alum and the child of padma patil & penelope clearwater. he is known for being conflict-adverse, fanciful, stagnant, passive, & loquacious, but also decisive, staunch, composed, impartial, & sedulous, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song my tears are becoming the sea by m83 & hawaiian shirts with bermuda shorts, laying in the grass & watching the clouds pass, late night existential talks, the happy sigh after a job well done, the laughter of a full room, & the relaxing scent of lavender. i hear he is aligned with the order of the phoenix, so be sure to keep an eye on him. 

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰⇩⇩ & 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 & 𝐰𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

biography !

rah is the oldest child of padma patil and penelope clearwater and he takes this role pretty seriously ( probably the only thing he takes seriously ! ) when he needs to. family is very important to him and he loves them with everything he has. rah is extremely goofy ( naturally and purposefully ) always trying to keep a lighthearted tone to everything. with multiple siblings rah always wanted to be the peacekeeper, metaphorically taking the burdens from people if he could then turning around to support them and crack a joke, make a funny face, or fake slip on a banana peel to again lighten the mood. just a free-spirited kid.

i guess it was no surprise to ANYONE who has interacted with before he left to attend hogwarts that rah was going to be placed in hufflepuff. ravenclaw was probably a close second. immediately he was happy to jump into his house, his classes, any kind of extracurriculars ( found out he was garbage at quidditch even though he loved flying ) and just be.

in his third year he decided to take care of magical creatures seeing as he’d always loved being around animals and their free-spirited nature. it slowly but surely became his passion, knowing that somehow in his future he’d be working with animals, magical and non-magical. throughout his next four years in his spare time rah found himself volunteering to help the care of magical creatures professor with the animals. feeling his stress released in and around nature. 

after graduation rah a short time traveling as a magizoologist, but missed his family too much and found a magizoologist job much closer to home in a more stagnant setting      ( which hurts him a bit, but he feels the need to be around  )

rah is an extremely emotional person in all ways, he feels things intensely and does his best to be process through all those emotions, but it can be a little overwhelming for him. he also puts an insane amount of pressure on himself to be a great example for his siblings, to make sure they’re okay, and he always craves and had craved freedom. with the added pressure of what’s going on in the world and the stress of having a sibling currently attending hogwarts, that need for freedom and independence came to a head. 

kingsley’s death really sent him scrambling for SOMETHING ! in school he had done plenty of research on animagi, always thinking that it was a dream he would some day accomplish. with everything going on rah finally decided that it was time, BUT he knew if he registered with the ministry it would limit the freedom that he was grasping at so desperately. that unfortunately meant he could not even tell his family ( which was what ate at him a bit ). he had enough knowledge of the process and was able to do it without anyone suspecting he was up to anything. 

his animagus form and patronus is a black swan: black swans represent spiritual love and freedom. his empathy, desire to protect those he cares about, and the deep capacity for love that he has is most definitely corresponds with a black swan. when he had first casted his patronus he had gotten an origami swan tattooed on his right hip, how ironic.

[avoidantgh0st]

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"you're still awake?" lysander + rolf

     lysander rarely ever saw the late hours of the night, he was usually a morning person. asleep by sunset and awake by sun rise. he could tell his eyes were bloodshot, they were burning, but the wizard refused to close them longer than a blink. instead he flung himself into work, luckily he had assignments to grade. candle light flickered illuminating the room just enough. words left him as a whisper, needing some sound to keep his thoughts locked on the task at hand, keeping himself grounded in the present. a voice that did not belong to himself pulled him from his paperwork, eyes landing on his father. 

     ‘ ah, yeah. guess i am, ’ he mumbled while a forced chuckle fell, ‘ got lots to get through might as well not stop ‘til it’s done. ’ merlin did he actually need a break, some sleep more like it, but that was the last thing on his mind. ‘ you alright ? need anything ? just say the word. ’ lysander used every ounce of his energy to offer rolf a smile that seemed more at ease than he truly was. ‘ some tea maybe ? ’

[drewcrewdaily]

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drewcrewdaily​:

George Fan in Nancy Drew’s “The Path of Shadows”

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'You’re still awake?' - prue & molly

     sleep evaded her most nights, it was easier to busy her brain until her lids became heavy. she simply felt, off. the witch was hunched over her cauldron, lazily stirring the liquid as her eyes zoned out the window. the stars twinkling as prue looked for whatever constellation she could find. while she usually welcomed the silence with open arms, today she felt different. hearing her cousin’s voice prue’s head all but whipped around to meet it. ‘ hey, ’ a bit of a smile tugging at her lips. ‘ been awake for who bloody knows how long. working on a sleep draught before i start gettin’ a bit delusional. ’ prue shifted in her seat so she wasn’t straining her neck to look at molly. ‘ got a bit more to go though, what are you doin’ up ? need a little sip yourself ? because i’m all for sharing, ’ she chuckled as her hand motioned for molly to join her.

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luna & lysander

where: st. mungos who: @thirdwars​

    with his back firmly pressed against the chair, hands grasping to the arms in order to keep himself present in the present moment, lysander kept his eyes planted against the floor. if he didn’t look at her, if he kept the image of his mother’s bright smile locked in his brain, then that was the reality. lysander could not tell you how long he’d been in this position, since they’d allowed him inside seemed right. the crushing weight of his fear had not dissipated, it remain lodged in his chest. he began to feel a cramp in his neck and he took a moment to tilt his head to rid it. gaze lifted and rested on his mother laying, asleep, in that bed and his vision shifted to match the one from over a decade ago, almost as if he was there again, that his past was becoming his present.

     his heart began to sink deeper into his chest, and a lump formed in the back of his throat as if to tongue tie him. within another flash he was back, today, luna asleep, alive, laying before him. jumping quickly to his feet unable to be stagnant for any longer and letting his feet take him back and forth, back and forth, letting out a breath. ‘ c’mon mum, wake up a minute. ’ the words spoken more to himself not actually trying to wake her,  even though he knew speaking to her, hearing her voice was what he really needed in this moment.

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pridefcll​:

“Yeah, that is the official story. But only an idiot believes the official story. There is always more to tell.“

     ‘ people who spout off ludicrous things i believe just like to test out the waters, ya ? to see who’s going to buy whatever story they brew up. i mean it’s a valid strategy, just feels like too many people can’t see through smoke, ’ he responded, the words feeling as neutral as he could muster.

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brckenhecrts​:

“ Hey - hey, get your timer out, alright? My current record is 36 seconds, let’s see if I can beat it.” who are you competing with? Literally, no one cares, Danny. Still, he’s holding the can sideways, a crooked smile on his face as he offers the person opposite him a wink. “get ready - ” the can is bought to his teeth where he effortlessly pierces a hole. “ go! ” he throws his head back, glugging down the beer like it’s the last drink on earth, tossing the can when he’s done “well ?”

     one of josie’s favorite pastimes was watching people make of fool of themselves, well, what she considered them making a fool of themselves. just the sight of the other guzzling a beer was enough to make her stomach knot, it was not on her list of beverages. ‘ how do you not feel incredibly ill after that ? ’ she answered with a grimace, ‘ seems absolutely vile. ’

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{ cis woman, she/her } ❝ you may have to fight a battle more than once to win it ❞ huh, who’s leah lewis? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually josephine ‘ josie ’ xu. she is a twenty-two year old muggleborn witch who is an alchemist. she is a slytherin alum and the child of bo xu & lin xu ( nee zhou ). she is known for being caustic, irascible, recalcitrant, cynical, and emotional but also meticulous, astute, pragmatic, resilient, and adroit, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song seven nation army by the white stripes and black winged eyeliner with dark lipstick, silver jewelry, the silence at sunrise, trying to bite your tongue but speaking anyway, chewing gum to relieve stress, & pushing down who you truly are by wearing a beautifully crafted mask. i hear she is aligned with no one, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰⇩⇩ & 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

biography ! 

discrimination tw, bullying, & abuse tw ( will be labelled before & after )

josie was always a happy kid, she was an only child and her parents doted on her. a smile could always be plastered on her face and a giggle always falling from her lips. around the age of six she started exhibiting signs of accidental magic. her parents had no idea what was going on seeing as they were muggles. at a dinner party when josie was eight years old she had a spurt of accidental magic and luckily for her there was a wizard in the room who spotted it. one of her mother’s co-worker’s husbands.

her parents needed a fair bit of convincing of what was going on, thinking it was complete madness that their daughter was a witch. though by the time that her hogwarts letter appeared by owl, her parents had accepted the fact. actually by that time, they were extremely excited and could not wait to see what their daughter would come back knowing. josie herself had this excitement bubbling in her chest, sure that this would be a fantastical and wonderful adventure she’d get to experience.

before hogwarts she really had no understanding of magic, magical history, or magical creatures. everything was completely new to her so she basically walked onto the hogwarts express clueless. she looked at it through a positive lens though, through excitement and curiosity. though she would get a bit of a slap in the face by reality when she arrived.

( discrimination tw, bullying tw & abuse tw ) once the sorting hat was placed on her head it took only a few moments before it declared ‘ SLYTHERIN ! ’ josie was just thrilled to be sorted anywhere considering everything past the hogwarts express seemed like a dream. the witch was a muggleborn. a muggleborn slytherin ? what a journey she was about to embark on. the dirty looks and vile words thrown in her direction by her own housemates before she even sat down at the table had anxiety bubbling inside her. she began to shrink herself.

her first year almost broke her. her housemates seemed to find a pastime in trying to tear her down and get her to not return. they couldn’t have a muggleborn in their house. they were relentless, name calling, insults, damaging her property, push and shove her in the halls, even throw some little bits of harmful magic her way. by the time summer rolled around she had doubts of returning. ( end of tw’s ! )

everything she was learning had been her saving grace. the knowledge and power she knew she could gain through her studies kept her hanging on. though by summer time she knew that if she told her parents what she had experienced at school they would keep her home for sure. instead she spent her break learning everything she could and preparing herself for whatever was going to be thrown her way as she returned.

the next few years the abuse may not have stopped, but if fueled her now. hardened her. kept her on the path to prove herself. prove that she was just as worthy of being at hogwarts, of being a slytherin as everyone else. year by year she shoved that soft girl she had once been deeper and deeper until she’d crafted her tough exterior, the one that protected her. the one that made her the witch she is today. anger, bitterness, and a tad bit of resentment was now her normal.

by graduation she had become a shell of her formal self. irascible, cynical, and caustic, though she remained resilient in the face of what her housemates and what she was sure a fair amount of wix post hogwarts have/would throw her way. josie remains strong, her hunger for power stops and ends at proving she is worthy of it, not to obtain it over another person or thing

she has no interest in joining the death eaters, clearly, muggleborn and all. truthfully she should join the order and she knows it, they were probably her best bet at safety, but she feels her blood status is target enough with the rising tensions. at this point she is laying low, though if pushed to the edge she’ll join the order, whether it by for safety or to continue to fight against the system of beliefs that transformed her into something she isn’t sure she truly likes.

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prudence jordan-weasley ft. text post !

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‘You’re still awake?‘ (from amadeus for lysander!)

     dry eyes blinked furiously as he pried them away from the parchment locked in his grip. a hand moved up to rub gently to clear his vision a bit. ‘ what time is it ? ’ lysander looked up to find amadeus to be the source of the voice. the lack of light in the room probably should have clued him in that it was past his bedtime, by a long shot. ‘ you mind lookin’ this mess over ? feel like the longer i look at my own writing the more like gibberish it looks. unless your brain shuts off at this hour like my own ? ’ he got up from his seat and shuffled over to amadeus. ‘ you an ancient runes kinda lad ? been trying to write some difficult passage in english to try and stump a few seventh years up and have them try to translate it to ancient runes, just wanna see what they’ve got and if they can figure out i’m just messin’ with them, ’ he rambles with a chuckle that ended in a yawn. ‘ wait, why are you still up ? ’ 

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anton karlsson ft. text posts !

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godfreysteel​:

Bill Skarsgård as Roman Godfrey HEMLOCK GROVE (2013-2015)     ↳  2x07 ― Lost Generation.

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thirdwars​:

“You know, I usually think Christmas decorations are fuckin’ tacky, but those lights are pretty bloody neat,” says Kimiko, sunglasses-covered eyes glued to the pulsating coloured lights. “They can keep ‘em up all year.”

     ‘ brightly colored lights always seem to enamor everyone, ’ he offered with a shrug. ‘ some can be a bit blinding though. not my cup of tea. ‘specially not those ones, ’ gesturing to the multicolored bulbs. ‘ guess i’m more of a white light kind of lad. ’

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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Send in ‘You’re still awake?‘ for your muse to find my muse in a state of sleep deprivation.

Send in “I don’t know how I’m still up.’ for the reverse.