sincerty.

SINCERITY. "That's what's held Arthur back at the Ministry, honest as the day is long, reliable, trustworthy and able... all qualities guaranteed to stop you moving forward at the Ministry these days."

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Hestia didn’t know where else to go. Going home was not an option, not if someone was following her. Of course she had to round the corner when someone was torturing someone – probably someone innocent. At this point she wasn’t ready to interfere, which only made her even more ANGRY. Angry at herself. But even though she hadn’t interrupted them, one of them had spotted her outside the ally and turned their attention on her instead.

The tall buildings around her disappeared, and before she knew it, she was there. In the burrow. It was the only place she could think of that was far, far away. Arthur caught her off guard, making her yelp in surprise. It was a miracle she hadn’t knocked him over. Taking a step back, she took a deep breath. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I just – I just I had to get away. This was the first place I could think of.”

The witch hadn’t been to the burrow so many times, but it was easy to construct the  m e m o r y  of it in her head. She hadn’t expected anyone to be up this late. She shouldn’t have been up herself, but she had to make sure her friend got home safely. So seeing Arthur up, his wand out, as if he was ready to fight, made her even more worried. “Is something wrong?” she asked him, nodding at his wand.

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          his breath caught in his throat. with shaking hands he released an unsteady breath and bent forward at the knees, lowering his wand and hanging his head.           “blimey, you startled me!” he murmured. reaching a hand up he straightened his hat upon his head. it took a moment before he could feel his heart beat settle back down to normal speed. “i didn’t expect any guests, that’s all. sorry if i frightened you.” he apologized with a fixed smile.          it was sad that they times upon him had him so flustered. sad that a friend couldn’t even stop by without driving up his pulse and making his hands sweat. he tugged absently on his sweater, taking in the womans appearance. they didn’t know each other quite well, but of course he’d seen her at meetings and heard more than his fair share of talk of her. hestia jones. he was relieved to see her. “But is everything alright then?” he added momentarily afterwards. “we should go inside.”

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Silence isn’t so Golden || Open

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mpweasley:

“You have to say that. You’re my husband,” Molly reminded him with a tilt of her head. Nowadays, she missed Arthur so much that she would prepare an eight course meal for him if he allowed her to and if they didn’t need to wake up the next morning for work and caring for the children.

Molly led the way down the stairs into the kitchen and pulled out Arthur’s chair before sitting him down. “What are you hungry for?” Molly asked before walking around the kitchen for a second check into what they had. “I could make you a light sandwich,” she suggested, turning back to him to see his reaction.

That’s the thing about Molly. If she had one ounce of emotion that isn’t joy or happiness, she needed to be doing something. Anything. It could be cleaning, laundry, or something as simple as putting together a sandwich. Her mind needed to be somewhere else.

“Those twin boys of yours,” Molly started, always telling Arthur that they were his when they were bad. “They nearly pulled out half of my garden today, but on the bright side, they almost won a fight against a garden gnome.”

         vibrant blue eyes tracked her movement down the stairs, all the way until she scooted the chair out for him. his gratefulness for her was everlasting. even though sometimes he fudged it up and said the wrong things, he hoped she would never doubt his devotion to her. he grinned as he sat down and said a quiet thanks.           she bounced across the kitchen, opening cabinets and poking around, sticking her head in here and there, and he slumped in his chair languidly. he didn’t drop the smile, his hands lifting to clasp behind his head, pushing his hat forward until it just barely covered his eyes. all that was visible any longer was his lips.         “that sounds lovely dear.” he offered, considering that it wasn’t the truly important what he ate. nor was it the only thing he was hungry for. regardless he didn’t share his thoughts with his wife. the day had been a long one, and the nervousness and darkness of the atmosphere didn’t exactly bring about the most romantic of moods usually.         he had given up rather early on trying to deny molly her right to be a busy body, as well as easily the most loving woman in the world. he tipped his hat up so that he could see her again when she began speaking of the kids. his eyes reappeared and he let out a wheezing laugh, “definitely makes’m more me than you doesn’t it then.” he loved those boys, the whole lot of them-- loved them so dearly it made his chest ache. he loved to hear of their shenanigans. it helped remind him what exactly they were fighting for. “those garden gnomes are really quite frightful,” he agreed with them as defense in their absence. encouraging them was probably just the opposite of what he should do-- lord knows molly didn’t need the extra trouble with all she already did, but arthur couldn’t help it.         he stood from what the table a moment later, deciding not to sit around while she was at work. his legs carried him quickly behind her, pressing his chest against her back and gazed down at her with a grin. it was only a second before he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his chin down to sit atop her head. “thanks molls.” he said quietly on an exhale. it was an all encompassing thank you; thanks for cooking, thanks for being so loving, for being a super mom, for still being around-- he wasn’t quite certain which aspect he was more thankful for. he hoped she’d understand just how general the thank you was supposed to be. 

[riddlesregime]

♔Arthur Weasley ♔Born in 1950 ♔Former Gryffindor ♔Order of the Phoenix ♔FC: Arthur Darvill

The measure of intelligence is the ability to change.

Life as an insurgent...

     Adaptable, loving, and open-minded, Arthur is the definition of a family man. He would do anything for those he loves, even if it means going behind their backs to assure they are well-protected. Arthur might not jump into the front lines as he has far too many relying on him to take such risks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t as brave as the most seasoned soldiers. 

     Don’t threaten those Arthur cares for, he will be after you.

What are his virtues?

✌ Protective ✌ Knows when to take risks ✌ Open-minded  ✌ Loves learning ✌ Supportive

     A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it is not open.

What are his downfalls?

☢ Doesn’t give himself enough credit ☢ Can be secretive  ☢ Can be emotionally-driven ☢ Feels useless in the war ☢ Angry

    Every now and then a man’s mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

Other details...

Personality outline:

Arthur is an ESFJ personality type. He is loyal and has a strong sense of duty, but Arthur can be vulnerable and inflexible. 

Arthur would do anything for anyone and is eager to help.

He feels like he isn’t doing enough for the war effort because of his family.

He feels antsy.

Magical specifics:

Wand: 11¾ inch, yew, dragon heart string core, supple.

Specialties: Muggle Studies and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Wicked at charming.

Blood status: Pureblood

Loyalty: Order of the Phoenix– Willing participant**

To help the mun:

Arthur’s wiki

Arthur Darvill gif hunts: (x)(x)(x)

Destiny:

     Arthur survives the First Wizarding War and is an important asset in the Second Wizarding War.

Arthur is currently OPEN/TAKEN

Home ☠ Rules ☠ Application ☠ Questions

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[     &then suddenly;     ]

        arthur weasley stood outside on the lawn at the edge of the borrow gazing out upon the rolling hills. his expression was a scrunch of foreboding and apprehensiveness. the general atmosphere was gloomy and the air felt heavy and wet.        molly and the children were inside, presumably all asleep, but he himself couldn’t sleep. his hands were shoved into the pockets of his button up, basket weave cardigan, and the brim of his homburg hat was pushed up rather high. tufts of dull red hair dusted over his wide forehead where his brows were tugged down at the center into a concentrated frown.        his thoughts were wild, amuck with thoughts of disaster, loss of life, security details-- thoughts of war. dark thoughts, the kind that made him antsy and uncertain.      he withdrew his hand, reaching into his cardigan and plucking out his wand. lifting it he gave it a sharp wave, checking the status of the wards around the burrow. only certain people were allowed through, mostly speaking members of the order and other close friends and family. he hated that such restrictions had to be made but it seemed they were entirely necessary.      his lips parted to release a sigh just as he heard the distinct pop. an apparition upon the grounds just behind him. rapidly, he spun around a bit clumsily with his wand at the ready with his heart pounding in his ears he laid eyes on the figure. 

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don’t go where i can’t follow...

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headcanon challenege event: post a photograph or several of what your character’s childhood home looked like.     [      photograph count: 7    ]

   the weasley home was quite a large home, though it the inside was packed to the rafters with things much like arthur himself is fond of doing. his mother was never very fond of the place, but his father was quite a fan of how filled it was. he and arthurs mother never had as many children as he had hoped, 4 being the total tally. the house was plenty big enough for the boys, arthur especially who found it’s size entirely unnecessary for his own tastes.

     arthur rather preferred to spend much of his time in his bedroom, or in the garden in his early years. though he got along with bilius (most of the time) quite well enough, his other two brothers were quite gits and he wanted no part of them. he enjoyed spending his time exploring the garden, playing with the geese and imagining what it might be like to be a hero. 

he spent another large deal of his time in his room which was a right mess. split rather down the middle with one side storing quite a plethora of what some might call junk but he called priceless. the other side was reading materials, the fun kind, such as stories (particularly muggle story books which he was careful to keep an eye out for while out and about), a fair deal of magic and wizardry books which were considerably less stiff than those he enjoyed, and other such collectibles. arthur is an avid collector and a bit of a hoarder.

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||of considerations|| marlene + molly + arthur

            [  molly + marlene  ]

      the atmosphere throughout the entire meal was that of togetherness, silliness, and of course, rather little refrain. every little red haired child was giggling and making light, molly had on a very brave and admirable face-- arthur had to admire that spirit in her-- and best of all, another chair was filled. the food had been delicious as always, lamp lights flickering invitingly, and conversations split up across kids, adults and in between.         the somewhat overwhelming and lively atmosphere at the weasleys dinner tables had become a staple that Arthur had learned a rather delicate balancing act to navigate the chaos with grace. generally this consisted of responding mostly when spoken to, and listening for his name, and only once the conversations had stilled for a moment did he attempt to add anything-- this most usually consisted of a  joke or two, a muggle tale, and if the subject material seemed suitable, sometimes even a work related story.        this night had proceeded much like they always did.       and when time came for the dinner to end, he gathered his plate and glanced at his wife. it might take them a bit to round up the kids and get them to bed but afterwards, he had a feeling it was going to be an expository night for the grown ups. though he hadn’t spoken much in private about it with molly, he could sense that the tiptoeing would be coming to a close rather quickly.       it seemed marlene would most likely be a conduit for the both of them. he hoped to get her alone and ask her what exactly she knew-- considering they were late to the game; an oversight by dumbledore certainly (or at least, he was certain the man thought so after molly hung him out to dry)

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Silence isn’t so Golden || Open

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Molly was able to truly smile now that Arthur was home. Her arms wrapped around him as she snuggled into his side. He apologized for being late and she knew that it was genuine. Arthur loved being a father so missing out on their day had to truly affect him so it definitely didn’t surprise her that he announced where he had been.

“Are they all asleep or did Percy sense your presence and wake up right away?” Molly teased in an effort to lighten up her mood, but to no prevail. It would take a lot more than poking fun at their children to lighten her mood. She was always able to fake it with the boys around, but once she was alone, she needed some time to piece herself together.

As her husband nuzzled her, she asked, “How was work?” It was a reflex more than anything, but she was genuinely concerned with how his day went. His department wasn’t exactly the top priority of the Ministry. That was why Molly ensured that her husband was appreciated at home.

Even with their arms tangled around each other, Molly could feel herself weening and needed something to take her mind off things. The red head sat up and turned to Arthur. “Do you want some brownies? I can whip some up in a jiffy. Oh! Did you eat dinner? I know that the food isn’t as good as mine at the Ministry, but that does not mean you should be waiting until you return home to eat, Mr. Weasley.”

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         he absorbed the change in her attitude, peering over at her smile with one of his own. the woman was a saint honestly, he wasn’t certain how he would be able to face any of this without her.           lifting a hand he plucked his hat from his head, tossing it off with a sigh, “nope, i think i’ve finally gotten hold of feather stepping around percy’s room. it’s not so bad, s’long as i don’t knock over a stack of books like the last time.” he chuckled, pausing in the act of pulling off his scarf.         with his hands finished in their disrobing expedition, he dropped it lazily on his knee. absentmindedly, the fingers attached to the arm around her shoulders squeezed a light rhythm at her arm as he answered her question. he never once doubted her sincerity of interest in asking. though his first instinct was to sigh slightly he pushed the impulse away. rather he grinned faintly at her, scanning her features languidly. “the fellow i told ya about-- harrington-- he did another bodge up job again today. going through his paperwork you’d think he sloshed at his desk honestly,” he pretended not to be as frustrated by the situation as he truly was, only managing a shrug, “but otherwise, all’s well.”        he watched her rise and shift towards him with that grin and felt a wave of appreciation wash over him. his halfhearted grin turned to full cheer. “no food in this world is as good as yours dear.” he stood and stretched out his spine, walking over behind her-- making sure to brush his fingers along her shoulders as he did so-- and opening the door for them. “shall we go for a late night snack mrs. weasley?”

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The Burrow

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Silence isn’t so Golden || Open

The kids had gone to bed. They had read their stories, brushed their small teeth, said their goodnights, and now silence. Silence was becoming Molly’s worst enemy. In the early years, she would be so exhausted that by the time Bill was asleep, she would also be asleep. Not now.

Even if Molly wanted to sleep, she couldn’t. It took pure exhaustion or Arthur next to her just for Molly to allow herself to stop thinking and allow herself to rest. Every free thought that ran through the red head’s mind was about her father’s death. A strong man who should have known his limits by staying behind. A father taken far too soon. A grandfather who would not be able to watch his grandchildren grow. Who could do this to him? To her mother? To her brothers? To her family?

The war may be just beginning, but an event like this happening so early got Molly thinking. Was this what was really right for her family? Should she and Arthur pack up, take the kids and her recently widowed mother, and move to the country side somewhere? The same fate could fall upon some of her best friends who had the job of protection. Every friend she had was in the Order and they would gladly go into battle as her father had.

A noise from the other room startled Molly, causing her to instinctively wipe any tears that were beginning to fall in order to look as strong as ever. “Oh hey…” She trailed off, mustering up a small grin.

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        the nights had begun to bleed together truthfully. some time ago arthur had stopped counting the number of times he had jumped at bumps in the night, become anxious when regarding the news or word from their friends and comrades.          there wasn’t a night that went by that he didn’t think of reconsidering his standing as a member of the order. of course, at the end of the night, he just couldn’t walk away. no matter how much both the loss of his father-in-law, and the effect all of these things were having on his loving wife, himself and his family, weighed on him.         they both believed in their cause, but there were times the stress felt so burdensome--a selfish thought, true, but a rather human one.          the loss molly in particular had suffered he felt deeply affected by.somewhere within his chest he carried concern like a lead paperweight, and it sunk to the bottom of his stomach.         he made late rounds to each of the kids rooms that night, after returning after the moon was high in the sky. he peeped his head in to kiss their heads and stand to appreciate their enchanting, speckled features, such a culmination of himself and his wife. each with such a tenacious influence of molly present, even when sleeping it was displayed upon their faces. he grinned at them before vacating quietly.         he entered his private quarters, shared with his wife, not long afterwards. thick, knitted scarf wrapped round his neck, only mildly too short slacks, patterned socks, and curled-rim hat all still firmly set upon his person as he closed the door behind him.         taking in the presence of his beloved he paused, partly startled, not by the presence but the atmosphere. not even the warm glow of the lamplight, or her handsome features and bright eyes could mask the tone. he stilled, hands at his sides, expression solemn and somber. 

         he took a moment to  unwind his scarf so that hung in two long columns down his front before he walked over carefully. he sat at her side, gazing over at her, hooking an arm around her shoulder, hand squeezing her to his side, leaning his head against hers, their gradient red hair meeting.         “sorry i’m late, love.” he smiled back at her, equally as contrived as her own. he sighed, not quite mentioning her shining cheeks, whether for her own comfort or his own. he wasn’t certain he was ready to confront what was hanging over them both just yet. “had to stop in’n see the little ones.” he turned to face her without lifting his head away from her, his nose brushing past her ear. 

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[ohlookatoaster-blog]

How do you feel about your father-in-law's passing?

        an expression of acute unease and sorrow downturned arthur weasleys normally rather agreeable features. brows dipped and lips mired in deliberation.        what did he think of the loss of a loved one; particularly one of such wealth in his life– the man who had brought up the woman he loved– the grandfather of his children– a man who like any comrade who was taken in a manner such as he was– deserved far better than the fate handed to him.        arthur felt as usual when considering what this war had cost, and would cost, the world; profound heartache, oppressive frustration.        his hands scrubbed knotted knuckles through his dull ginger hair, hanging his head low as he considered the effect it had on his family, his wife and children. his future, his family, himself included, would forever be altered by the loss.       whatever he felt, it was so disconcerting it caused his hands to shake.

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☮ - friendship headcanon

【 x 】 ; ☮

      arthur is incredibly loyal to his friends. once you gain his trust he will do everything in his power to make you comfortable and will always welcome and harbor you. showing up before him will reward you with hugs and smiles and jokes cracked of your absence. calling upon him in a time of need will reward you with a comrade willing to do everything in his power to assist you. though he can be a little uncertain of his usefulness he doesn’t hesitate to try his hardest regardless.

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✿ - Sex headcanon

【 x 】 ;  ✿

      in bed and just before it, arthur is generally rather lighthearted. he favors a giggle or two before, during and after the act. tickling and cracking jokes. he does try his best to remember all of the things his wife does and doesn’t like, and he likes to think he’s refined the art. most nights he will favor nose nuzzling and hair brushing to the more intense sessions— not that he isn’t above them or dislikes them— when the mood strikes, the man is more than capable of stowing away the pregame tickles and sweet nothings and simply skip to the intense end game. he simply has his preferences.

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☠ - angry/violent headcanon

【 x 】 ;  ☠

      he tends to be a brew and stew kind, who if the conflict is between those he loves or cares for, will quickly substitute anger for becoming upset and blubbery. arthur is not a fan of confrontation at all. not a bit. not that he is incapable of rising to the occasion if the need becomes apparent, just that he will avoid it at most costs. his anger is reserved for those kinds of people who harm others. it tends to be a grinding jaw and white knuckled kind of anger, rather an an explosive or corrosive kind. as for violence, well, put simply, he’s not a violent man.