until the very end

[annieodair-deactivated20191103]

Happy Birthday, ♛ James Potter ♛ (27 March, 1960) “I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.”

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me: up to my eyeballs at work

also me: actively opening tumblr because i want my muse to wake up

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me: up to my eyeballs at work

also me: actively opening tumblr because i want my muse to wake up

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The memorial in Godric’s Hollow from the perspective of muggles and wizards.

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wemultitudinous​:

@pr0ngs // lily & james

“Ugh.”

Lily tosses down Witch Weekly, still open at the glossy spread of pictures in which Peridot Cribbe clutches at her heart in delight before reaching out a hand to accept a ring from the handsome man kneeling before her. Her eyelashes flutter and she wipes one non-existent tear delicately from her cheek, playing for the cameras.

“Christmas proposals are so tacky,” she says with feeling. And then, remembering that James had been a little evasive when she’d teased him about her present this year, she panics. What if James is thinking of proposing? What if she’s just ruined his plans? Oh, Merlin. “I mean —if you’re a famous witch who’s going to flaunt it everywhere. I’m sure it could be very tasteful if somebody did it nicely! You’d do it wonderfully, probably. Not that you’re going to, that would be silly.”

She can feel colour spilling out across her cheeks, and she claws desperately at a way to change the subject.

“Your mum sent me the recipe for her Christmas pudding,” she says, too brightly. “I’m going to give it a go, but I bet it won’t be as good as hers—”

“Hm?” He’s not paying attention – it’s his first mistake. No, instead James is much more focused on the latest contraption his girlfriend’s father has sent him to tinker with, and gears and parts are haphazardly laid out in front of him as his curiosity of how it works had consumed it. Absentmindedly he wonders if he’ll be arsed to try and rebuild it without the assistance of his wand, but the thought quickly forgotten – along with any other – when Lily continues decidedly.

It takes a moment, maybe more than just one if he’s being honest, for his brain to catch up – but as it turns out he doesn’t need to say a word. The corner of James’ mouth quirks upwards in the start of a lopsided smile, laughter threatening to bubble up which is quickly squashed, all in favor of this latest development. “Ah,” he says rather noncommittally, a finger lifting to fix his glasses, as James maintains his best attempt at neutrality.

In fact, he chooses silence as the best option, and truly, he doesn’t think he needs to say anything. Not with how spectacularly Lily manages on her own, and while any proposal he has planned ought to be a surprise, but not the engagement, it’s definitely good to know. “You wouldn’t want to flaunt it, then?” He teases, though his smile transforms from a smirk full of amusement to something much softer.

You’d do it wonderfully, probably.

 He must look some sort of smitten prat, and his hand lifts to drag his fingers through his hair.

“Silly’s not the right word.” Oh no, she’s not getting away that quickly. His mum’s Christmas pudding, while delicious, is not nearly as intriguing, or entertaining. There’s no plan for a proposal, not yet – but he can’t deny the thought to start hasn’t crossed his mind more than once. James moves to sit closer, reaching to grab the offending Witch Weekly.  “You’re right though, everybody always does it at Christmas. It’s too predictable.”

[boyiega]

☼summertime plots for all ur shipping needs☼

❁ muse a’s puppy has a major problem with behaving while on a leash. while out on a walk, the dog takes off after a squirrel or something. enter muse b, who manages to intercept the beast and now the dog likes them better.

❁ muse a is the rich trust fund kid who’s golfing with daddy and his associates one afternoon and muse b is the idiot at the driving range trying to learn how to golf because they bet their friend they could beat them at any sport. turns out muse b sucks more at golf than they thought because they just nailed muse a in the leg with one of their terrible hits

❁ muse a is on a rollercoaster with some friends and loses their hat on a loop-de-loop. muse b happens to be the really cute stranger at the end of the ride looking for this hat’s owner.

❁ muse a and muse b went to the same high school. they never talked much because they were on opposite ends of the social spectrum - muse a was the popular athlete while muse b was the smart one who preferred to keep to their friend group. after their first year at college, muse b is talked into going to this huge summer bash and ends up talking to muse a and wow, it turns out they have a lot more in common than they thought

❁ muse a and muse b are stuck dead in holiday traffic and the highway isn’t supposed to start moving for another three hours and hey, you’re pretty cute

❁ muse a is a waitress and muse b is the cute customer grabbing lunch with some friends. $5 is at stake when a coworker bets muse a they won’t leave their number on muse b’s check. muse a is definitely not going to lose an easy 5 bucks.

❁ muse a is stuck at grandma’s beach house for the summer and doesn’t know anyone in town. when grandma leaves to run errands for a couple hours, muse a opts to stay home & go tanning. the only problem is, grandma didn’t tell them about muse b, who stops by a few times a week to help her out around the house. optional: when muse a gets the shit scared out of them by b, they could accidentally knock out b and have to deal with that mess

[marblecarved-a]

MARBLECARVED is a private and selective multimuse featuring canon and original characters from literature and media, of which fandoms include A Song of Ice and Fire and Harry Potter. Lovingly written by Mona since 08 / 2017.

template and photo credit.

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vivaciousdoe​:

@pr0ngs liked for a starter

        “ hey, i need to talk to you ” as the words left her mouth she realised they sounded far more serious than intended. she felt her cheeks grow hot as she tried to backpedal. “ oh don’t worry it’s nothing… well it’s not nothing. it’s… it’s not serious. although. . ! ”

a slight smirk formed on her lips, as if anticipating whatever reaction which she was likely about to elicit from james,          “ i suppose you could say that it is somewhat…  sirius. ”

The corner of his mouth is tugged upwards in a tired, lazy smile. There’s an unmatched satisfaction from running the plays again – trying it from a new angle to add a new element of surprise or try to anticipate what Slytherin will do – and again. They’re good, better than James is willing to admit, but if he has anything to say about it… Gryffindor’ll be better. 

He doesn’t hear her, not at first, but she’s impossible to miss. Always has been in truth, and the content smile from a good practice starts to fade, but Lily continues before he can ask what’s happened. The smile starts to return, this time wider, brighter, as his eyebrows slowly raise higher by the second. 

“That explains it, then,” James teases, absolutely lost.  “Evans, what -” He starts to ask, desperate to know before his imagination runs wild with the possibilities, but she’s not through just yet and suddenly he lets out a groan. 

It’s mostly for show, and his lips twitch with the effort not to laugh.

“No, definitely not.”  

His eyes dart around to corner, half expecting to find his best friend hiding somewhere around the corridor, plotting something with Lily – the treachery –

“Did he put you up to this?”

[glbertblyth]

[parismemes]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[inncarnat]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

[appleyed-arch]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞: 1.) be rootin.     2.) be tootin.     3.) and by god be shootin.        but most of all ———-  𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹.         (  indie greek myth based oc as loved by hailey !  )

             i. ii. iii.  iv.                

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refreshes dashboard: WHERE AM I?

[malglories]

me, writing, throwing commas around like i’ve just won the lottery and i’m exulting in my winnings, needlessly, passionately, with no thought to the consequences,

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@vivaciousandcharming​ sent: "you're an idiot."

They’re full of youthful invincibility - of thoughts and determination to see this through just as they’ve accomplished anything else. The odds don’t matter - how can they - when the lines of good and evil are so clear? They’re going to win, they’re supposed to win, and eagerness travels through James’ veins like lightning.

(Later he wonders about the veterans, of what they’ve seen, of the fighting, fighting, fighting. Not now though, now they need fresh eyes, energy and - oi! Keep up, old man!)

They’ve chased most of them off, a victory but a small one, when a curse takes aim and James doesn’t see it coming.

He means to make a quip, play off any wound to his pride, but the very real pain is damn near unbearable. Nausea builds until the world is spinning, and the contents of his stomach are spewed in front of him. It takes minutes - what feels like hours - to decipher what’s being shouted at him and he only nods in understanding.

(And doesn’t that add insult to injury - he wants to keep helping, wants to fight, to make a difference - there’s always more to do…)

Leaving only enhances the feeling of lightheadedness and he stumbles into the flat, his lips twitching in an attempt at a smile when Lily looks up, already moving towards him with her wand in hand.

He swallows any remaining bile, determined not to get sick. Not in front of her.

“Hey, Lil,” he forces out through grit teeth, insisting on sitting himself down in the chair as she’s tugging and pulling at his stained shirt in an attempt to figure out the cause of it, to stop the bleeding, and for a moment the world around the edges goes blurry.

When she speaks it takes a minute for James to fully process, and once he does laughter erupts out of him before he can think better of it. It reminds him of one too many schemes, ridiculous plans designed to impress her, childhood fantasies of her taking care of him after a particular nasty Quidditch incident, and here they are now.

Only it’s not something as daft as rogue bludger, is it? He got lucky this time.

“Yeah,” James flashes her the start of a smile as his vision starts to clear, the pain slowly diminishing, and his limbs only feel too heavy to lift now. His hand finds hers, fingers entwining with hers easily as his head lolls to the side to watch her carefully.

“Yeah. You know me. Thought it might make me look heroic.”

[savemebarrys-deactivated2018110]

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today is a day for drafts/inbox. i’m gonna try and get through as many as i can before a movie marathon - but i’m always around to scream about plots and characters and discord is around for mutuals! <3