[oohkokay]

Seeking Marauders RPs!

Hi! It's been so long that I'm not even sure this post will show up in the tags, but here it goes anyway.

The tl;dr: I'm looking for some Marauders Era rps (1x1, ccxcc, mxm) with other folks at least 21+ over Discord. If that sounds like something you're into, I'll break it down a little more below!

Right now I'm looking for canon-divergent plots (in the canon universe, but everyone lives) set post-Hogwarts. I typically write 2-3 paragraphs per post, but I care more about context and post length fitting the plot point, and I don't expect a perfect one to one match every time. Usually I write in present tense. I am not looking for 'texting' RPs at this time. Paragraph format only, please!

Below are some of the pairings I'm into, with an asterisk denoting who I prefer to write if I have a preference at all.

Remus x Sirius* Sirius x James James x Remus Regulus x James Oliver x Percy* (obviously not a Marauders era ship, but I'd love to give them a go)

NSFW themes ok and encouraged as long as we've also got some plot! I'd love something heavy on the pining, a little bit angsty... Message me or like the post and I'll reach out!

If we chatted in the past or even wrote in the past and fell out of contact please feel free to reach out again! I'm happy to share writing samples if you'd like.

[wovi]

james longenbach / wendy cope / jon kabat-zinn

[happyheidi]

[henk-heijmans]

Two cats on a window sill, 2020 - photographer unknown

[tenderblues]

John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943

[nephrosoupp]

sheepishly takes out these from back pocket

[cottageaesthetic]

[modelsof-color]

Yassine Jaajoui by Jason Hetherington for Observer Magazine - November 2020

[warmcottagee]

[alecsgrg]

Cabin life | ( by Mio Monasch )

[breakbleheavens]

folklore by taylor swift (released july 24, 2020)

A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables. Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone’s secrets written in the sky for all to behold.

[bruwho]

photo by @alessawinter on instagram

[throughthechapters]

[witchleia]

every day i find new ways to loathe white western vegans who willingly remain ignorant of indigenous cultivation and culinary traditions

like, in southern mexico, the maya have been tending honey bees for thousands of years. it is part of tradition, nutrition, and cultural endurance. meanwhile, the white vegan demands to use agave nectar as an alternative. but agave nectar, which comes from the desert plant the agave, requires an absurd amount of water to grow in order to meet the rising demands for this honey alternative. so not only does the white western vegan participate in an unnessary usage of precious desert water, which they pretend to care so deeply about when they somewhat correctly critique the meat and dairy industry, they are also diverting water from communities (to a growing form of industrial agriculture) and ignoring the cultural value of a foodstuff, honey, that has been sustainable for thousands of years in the hands of indigenous central americans (among others).

[quite-quirksome]

Didn’t white western vegans also make quinoa so expensive that the indigenous people who were cultivating it for thousands of years couldn’t afford it?

[witchleia]

that’s usually how colonized agriculture works yeah but tbh I don’t know much about quinoa production

[melodyhansen]

[5000letters]

Peel your heart like a pomegranate. Offer it to him, palms outwards. Say “eat.” Watch him come away stained red by you. You’re in his teeth. He’ll kiss you with that mouth.

Azra.T “Fruit” (via 5000letters)

[oohkokay]

Nadija Mikhailova Harsh winters. Tight lips. Wine stained finger tips. Destroying herself to take care of her family. A bite as big as her bark and twice as quick. A slow seething anger and a misplaced identity. Grey morals and a firm character. 

Currently - losing her grip on her facade of this is fine and this is normal. Making dangerous deals. Looking over her shoulder wherever she goes. Cursing any muggle heritage in her blood and steadfast refusing to join the fight. She will protect herself and her family and that is where it stops. 

The family is close knit, on the verge of trouble and scrambling. From a fishing village on the edge of nowhere, pulling ends together bringing in illicit goods, rare finds, and sometimes curses, lately for families with a lot more sway and power than they’ve got.