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MOODBOARD ⇢ james + @wormtcil

benjyfenvvick:

“Could you have picked a more public place?” Benjy asked sarcastically. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable with all the people around them.

“Oh I’m sorry, does it bother you that I’m eating toast in the Great Hall? Does strawberry jam irritate you?” James was ignoring the fact that Benjy had caught him feeding Sirius the toast across the table from his hand directly into his mouth. He continued to do so while saying, “Bugger off.”

#( c: benjy )#( benjy )#what is this reply

fortescq:

“ — OKAY, okay, i know this is TECHNICALLY against the rules, but if it bothers you, just c l o s e your eyes. it’ll be like i’m not even here. ”

“Alice, darling, I’m not a blithering idiot. I’m not going to let you pummel me with that Bludger bat, even if I did accidentally knock you off your broom. And let me emphasize that one more time to you, ACCIDENTALLY.”

#( c: alice )#( alice )

dlohovs:

after a few moments of being irked, antonin turned from his former stance of pinching his nose at the bridge –– to scowling in the other’s direction non-too warmly. ‘ are you quite finished ? ’

James’ face changed as he stopped talking momentarily to Peter about their upcoming quidditch match, attempting to catch his breath. He was excited to finally get back on his broom, to snuff Hufflepuff in the dust. But his mood was immediately ruined by this tempered voice. James slowly turned around, shooing away Peter with a grimace on his face. “I’m sorry, was I bothering you?” he said with a snarl. “Didn’t know I asked you to be a part of this conversation.”

#( c: antonin )#( antonin )#AND SO IT BEGINS #we can save our hc for another time bc i just wanna see them fight >:)

Daisy was feeling unfamiliarly tired this particular afternoon. It was dark, it was damp, and she’d hardly found the energy to help the house elves make cookies. All she wanted was a nice hot cup of cocoa, a warm, fuzzy blanket and a familiar book to just curl up in bed with and pretend the outside world wasn’t so bleary today. Clearly, her mind was too busy considering how many marshmallows should go into the cocoa, because in the blink of an eye she found herself colliding with a heavy shoulder, sending her stumbling backwards, almost falling over. “ Merlins bea– no, no, that’s alright, I was equally dazed, ” Daisy shakily found her balance and managed to give James a weak smile. “ I’m just too small, trust me, happens all the time. ”

James, bleary-eyed, twirled his head around to see who he had collided with. It took him a second before he glanced down and saw the shorter girl fumbling around from their previous collision. Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes and muttered, “Sorry ‘bout that. Had bit of a rough morning. McGonagall’s already screeched at me this morning about being late for class, and it almost split my bloody head open.”

#( c: daisy )#( daisy )

“Thank you,” Sirius said closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, feigning humility, “I would love nothing more. If he asks nicely, I’ll even write the speech in Troll. Wouldn’t that be most lovely?” He couldn’t keep the facade up much longer though, and started giggling at the memory Bagman’s horrified face upon discovering the additional leg sprouting out of his hipbone. “Trust me, I saw it once, not even the bat could have made up for that. We deserved a gift basket for our services. So,” Sirius frowned, thinking hard, “ who else d’you reckon could need our ‘help’ this time?”

"Oh yes, Troll. The most eloquent of languages. I’m sure just hearing it will get ol’ Albus off real quick.” James let out a bark of laughter at how ridiculous the entire conversation was. But alas, it wasn’t like they’ve had thousands of conversations similar to this before. It was just in their nature, and James was always keen for a good, stupid laugh. His face split into a wide grin, his eyes gleaning at Sirius’ proposal. “Why, I think ol’ Snivelly’s been looking a bit peaky lately.” But almost as suddenly as it came, his grin vanished into a frown. “Damn, but I doubt I’d be able to do anything of real value.” He pointed to his Head Boy badge disgustedly.

#( c: sirius )#( sirius )

ctchlvs:

Closed starter with @ourjxmes·

The Black Lake was always a relaxing spot for Greta to sit and collect her thoughts after a long week of classes. She always had her book bag with her, filled with notebooks and quills, just in case she got a spark of writing inspiration and today was no different. Being part of the newspaper had a few creative limitations when it came to articles so when she got to write freely in her spare time was always more rewarding than normal. There weren’t many people around since it was autumn and still quite chilly outside, so Greta enjoyed the peace and quiet and the cool breeze blowing through her curly hair as she leaned against one of the trees. Her gaze was fixated out onto the lake wondering if maybe she’ll get a chance to see the giant squid of legend poke its head out of the water. She heard the crunching of leaves as footsteps approached her so she turned her head to see who it was. “Well good afternoon sir.” She nodded, a big smile on her face as she gave the incoming Gryffindor a wave to come join her. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Potter?”

James was fuming, stomping on the soft ground with quick and heavy steps, his anger equivalent to having steam billow out of his ears. His broom was bouncing up and down violently on his shoulder with every step he took on the Hogwarts grounds, but James didn’t care for the bruise it would probably leave later on his skin. He needed to yell at someone, or rather find a particular Slytherin and hit him upside the head with the tail of his broom. But the only person James’ eyes spotted was a familiar Hufflepuff wading by the waterside. With his face still screwed up in pent up rage, he huffed his way over to the girl, not returning her welcoming gestures. “Oi, Greta!” James threw his broom down to the side, throwing himself down next to her. “Take out that quill and parchment of yours I always see you scraping notes on for the newsletter. I have some very pertinent information to share with you. The Slytherins, those fucking blithering idiots, thought it was perfectly okay to override a Gryffindor quidditch practice! Says they have a professor’s written approval. I’d like to shove that shit right up their stupid, ugly arses. Are you getting this all down?”

#( p: greta )#( greta )#this only took 56 years to reply to #i'm so sorry ilysm

Remus chuckled, running a hand through his hair to brush it back out of his face. “When have I ever been lucky Prongs? You’re going to stuck with me for at least another nine hundred transformations, so clear your schedule for the next four hundred and fifty fullmoons.” He played. “We do have all those things, but it’s pretty hard to buy and enjoy a butterbeer when no one can see you. Exhausted or not, you know I’m right, and we all know what happens when people don’t listen to me.” He stated with a snort. “Firewhiskey I could go for, the warm pumpkin juice I’ll pass on.”

“It will be the best nine hundred or so transformations, let me tell you. We’ll throw you a full moon party every month, with a different theme. It might be hard to throw up streamers when we’re all animals, but we’ll figure it out.” He winked, laughing at the thought of his own antlers getting tangled up in party favors. James rolled his eyes at the fact that he knew, deep down, that Remus was always right. “Firewhiskey it is. Shall I pour it into your mouth for you, Your Highness? Perhaps transport it mother bird style?”

#( c: remus )#( remus )#idk what james is even saying anymore

“Well, I have no problem believing that. Have you guys ever studied for a test before? And I’m talking especially about you and Black because I know for certain that Peter and Remus have been studying in the previous years well.” After all, she’d been studying with especially Remus more than once before. “And, to be honest, I most certainly don’t envy you for that. That’s probably going to be more work than actually writing the tests if you ask me.” To be honest, a part of her really felt like adding some more or less mean (definitely not exactly friendly) comments regarding Sirius, but this would have only ruined the nice atmosphere and the actually pretty fun conversation they were having at the moment. And for some reason, Lily really didn’t feel like ending it just yet. And definitely not on bad terms. “Sounds more than good to me.” She giggled slightly at the image that popped up in her mind before flashing an audacious grin at him. “But are you really sure that you can handle it? Skinny-dipping with me, I mean. I mean we wouldn’t want you to get a heart attack or something if I start getting rid of my clothes.” Her grin grew even bigger. “You know, I might even have to try kiss of life then, but who knows. It might only make things worse.” To be honest, she couldn’t really believe herself that she was actually kind of flirting with James Potter right now. And that without being under an Imperius curse. Maybe somebody had slipped something in her breakfast, but otherwise, she was really having a fun time with him. Apparently, miracles did happen.

James puffed out his chest indignantly at her inquiry about his study habits. “Those accusations! Preposterous! Of course I have, Evans. Yes, it may be in the late hours of the night underneath my bed covers, and yes, it may also be in light of skipping certain classes (he coughed Divination) to study for others that are more important, but I get the job done. I got O’s and E’s in my O.W.L.’s, thank you very much.” He didn’t mention his A in Care of Magical Creatures and his P in Divination, but he thought he’d save that for a later day. However, his wide-eyed stare began softening, turning into more of a grin as Lily continued talking about their future expedition. He felt his cheeks burning ever so slightly, but he ignored it, keeping a crooked grin upon his lips. “Evans, I’ve witnessed many people removing their clothes. And before you have the wrong idea, I mean Sirius bringing up whatever love interest he has in the dead of night while the rest of us in the dorm pretend it’s not happening. I’m sure I won’t suffer any sort of heart palpitations.” But when she mentioned the kiss of life, his eyebrows raised to his very scalp. “Er- kiss of life? Blimey...” He coughed quickly, trying to recover from his momentary appearance of vulnerability. “You know what that sounds like?” he said gruffly, still clearing his throat. “Sounds like the opposite of what those dementors give. I know you won’t suck out my soul, but if you ever lean in for a snog, I’ll only see a dementor swooping down on me.”

#( c: lily )#( lily )#i'm dead 'under an imperius curse'

“Oh my–!” Shocked, Narcissa instinctively took a few steps back, brushing off her clothing trying to rid it of wrinkles.

“Well, you look a mess,” sometimes, she spoke without processing what she was saying. “I didn’t mean to say that aloud! I just, er, mean that you’ve, er…”

Narcissa trailed off, unable to look him in the eyes. She was meant to be diametrically opposed to anything and everything that James Potter stood for but, he had only ever been kind and childish towards her. She would speak to him kindly to his face, and to her family–well, she would say what they wanted to hear.

“Up late or something?”

James glowered at her remark about his appearance. It wasn’t like he believed he looked like a newborn cherub after a night of heavy drinking, but he didn’t like to be reminded of his unkempt demeanor. He dismissed it, a stale look still apparent on his face. “Er yeah, something like that. Sorry if my smell isn’t up to par with your standards this morning either.”

#( c: narcissa )#( narcissa )#i agree wholeheartedly but beware james at this point does not know this and is just biased as fuck towards the black family #SO PLS IGNORE HIM HE'S ABOUT TO BE A PRAT #just a lil bit of a prat

MOODBOARD ⇢ james + @fcklupin

#( remus )#( moodboard )#my marauding boys #( ask meme )

HORATIO

who do you love most?

his parents, undoubtedly. james values his family so highly, for their love for him growing up was so unadulterated and pure, without ever feeling overbearing or forced. he felt they cared deeply for him without ever having to hear it formed in words, they just wanted the absolute best for their boy, and all james wanted to do was return that favor. they taught him what to uphold his morals, to be fair, to be just. although these ethics did not sink in for a few years, james’ more matured comprehension has been able to grasp these concepts, knowing his parents had been right all along.

HELENUS

do you believe in god?

simply, no. there was never a spiteful reason for james not to believe in god, but he thought it was silly that a nameless, faceless entity in the sky would maybe control his future. james believes he is the creator of his own destiny, every actions he makes will impact future actions, certainly not by some wavering hand in the sky.

LADY MACBETH

what is your favorite thing about yourself?

james values that he is an extrovert. it would drive him mad if he wasn’t able to express his feelings, converse with others about them, even fight others about them. he can never keep anything bottled up, even if that means he occasionally has no filter, but he is surely not ashamed of it.

MERCUTIO

is there anyone you would die for?

his friends, his family, his beliefs. he stands for what he inherently is convinced of what is right, and would fall for it. he would protect the ones he holds closest to his heart, even if it meant sacrificing his own. he doesn’t think himself as a martyr, but rather an altruist.

OBERON

does reputation matter to you?

it does, unfortunately. especially when james was younger, he wanted everyone to know who he was and everything that he did. he loved that people praised him, thought it was amusing when people sneered at him. but now, his thoughts on reputation have a different meaning. he still wants people to know who he is, but now wants his name to carrying a meaning of virtuous belief rather than obnoxious, attention-seeking behavior.

#Anonymous #( ask meme )#sorry i'm just trying to reduce the spam as much as possible and just compile a ton of these asks