out of the evergreen

VENUS, MOLLY, SEAMUS, & EDEN (written by kimberly for potterhq). but there is a light in the dark, and i feel its warmth in my hands and my heart — why can't i hold on? it comes and goes in waves. it always does, always does. we watch as our young hearts fade into the flood, into the flood

[jennyjoyce]

“I am too old, now, for this cultivated garden. What I want are wild vines winding themselves around scarred tree trunks, a river that can carry the hairs I shed out to the open sea, bury them beneath its immense sunsets.” 

from Jeanne d’Arc Garden, by Rose-Anne Chabot

[pumpkinjuicc]

misericors​:

who: cassius & eden @pumpkinjuicc​ when: saturday, august 21 2029 where: cassius rookwood’s residence 

The spellovision flickered into life, a droning voice announcing the three candiates. Cassius grimaced through all of them, watching the preparations for the debate play out. Theoretically, he was supporting Montague but he couldn’t say he really favored him. The man was too dim, too transparent to be respected. All his propaganda was too obvious. Cassius preferred a more subtle hand - he would have done things very differently, he would have-

But there was no point in getting caught up in that, in letting resentment take over.  “Well, what do you think?” he turned to Eden, raising an eyebrow quizzically. If there was an opinion he trusted at least as much as his own, it was hers. He laid back on the couch, for once with his defences down. It was refreshing to not have to play any act. His mouth twisted in contempt, freely letting it show, “There’s no way we can write Granger out yet. If nothing else, she knows how to ride the sympathy ticket to victory. And there’s no question that she’s about to outperform those halfwits in the debate.” 

Truth be told, Eden was more interested in the glass of wine in her hand than any of the candidates about to posture and argue for the upcoming hour.  Politics, in her eyes, was just a precursor to violence, which was much more entertaining to watch or partake in. She supposed it still mattered in the grand scheme of things, and moreover, Cassius’ career would be impacted by these election results. She wanted the best for him, and didn’t mind indulging him now and again. 

“If his staff have any sense,” she began, sharing a wry look with her friend that spoke to how little she believed in that statement. “Then Montague’s best course of action is to try and get a rise out of her. Granger can get emotional when she’s on the defensive, and if she spends her time on rebuttal instead of outlining her twelve-step plan for elf rights or fuck all, the media can spin her as an emotional mess. Dead Bestie Potter as a catalyst for her slow, sad descent into political incompetence, oh, woe!” 

She snickered at Cassius’ dour expression. “Davis isn’t even a contender? I thought in these trying times, people preferred the do-nothing moderate.” 

[pumpkinjuicc]

who: albus + molly when: 15 august 2029, early afternoon where: some quidditch pitch somewhere who cares

“Thanks for coming, Al!” Molly gushed with pride as she adjusted a group of asymmetric wooden goal posts with a flick of her wand. The young witch tossed her cousin a raglan-style tee emblazoned with the name ‘Happy Hippogriffs’ in sparkling azure script across the chest.  A plush, oversized scarlet Quaffle bounced along the lush green field, followed by a tangle of giggling children on tiny brooms that hovered a scant three feet off of the ground. To the side of them, a group haggard-looking parents wrestled their wiggly offspring into knee-pads and elbow-pads and helmets. One father chased after a child who appeared to be zooming for a grasshopper. It was pure, pre-match chaos. Molly was in heaven.

“The kids have been asking about you,” the young witch explained as a group from her team crowded around the two of them, chanting ‘Alby!’ and clamoring for high-fives. “And I said you were on a trip to Belgium hunting for wrackspurts, obviousl—oi, Quentin, fingers out of your nose, please! Pick on your own time!”

[pumpkinjuicc]

‘ i’d miss me too. i’m fantastic. ‘ (paris & molly)

"huh, yeah, okay." molly huffs out an exasperated laugh at paris' response to her earnest greeting. normally, she'd indulge paris moody, 'yes, and'-ing whatever line of self-aggrandizing train of thought she's on, but tonight—tonight marks a fortnight since her uncle died (was killed, was murdered) and her whole world is tilted on a frightening axis. she's not in the mood for paris' brand of nonchalance.

"you know, i feel like you're always making fun of me, a little," she says, and if molly weren't pouting with her hands pulled back into her oversized pink athletic jumper, she might come across as intimidating. "like you're playing some little game with me, and i always lose. and if it's because you think i'm naïve or too sincere or vulnerable or whatever, then, like, fuck off? you're not better than me just because you can hide how you're feeling. some of us just aren't good liars."

[pumpkinjuicc]

‘ there are no others like us and there never will be. ‘ (dio n eden)

eden glances up at diomedes' satisfied expression in the bathroom mirror with a smirk of her own, not pausing in her hand-washing. the blood between her fingers turns the fragrant soap bubbles in the sink basin a mottled pink. she's almost sad to see it go, the blood, this evidence of their successful mission together slipping down the drain with each passing moment.

they could clean themselves up with magic, of course, but this post-mortem event has become something of a perverse, intoxicating ritual for them. a few extra minutes to see themselves for the great and terrible nightmares that they really are. it's macabre, it's beautiful, it's calming.

"i've never doubted that," eden murmurs when the water goes clear. she turns, presses a bleach-white towel to the splatter of rusted scarlet on dio's jaw, a featherlight caress. it's their predilection for exquisite violence, their raw power, that drew them to each other in the first place. "i really pity anyone who gets in our way."

[pumpkinjuicc]

✉ (Molly / Pippa)

send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

molly → pippa [UNSENT] hey pips! you looked a bit sad at the hufflepuff leavers' party and i just wanted to let you know that just because school is ending, it doesn't mean that we'll stop seeing each other! i know you and freddie are going to

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ofhotheads-blog]

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

Send me a symbol.

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

[wadey-wilson]

[weltenwellen]

Simone Weil, tr. by Richard Rees, First and Last Notebooks

[pumpkinjuicc]

laughter ( cassius + venus )

—my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

"sweet fucking merlin. it genuinely distresses me to hear you laugh, you evil little gremlin. you sound like the child of a pixie that shagged a mandrake. you sound like you tripped and fell into a vat of melted pepper imps. you sound like a horror film condensed into a person. stop. for the sake of wixen kind, stop."

[pumpkinjuicc]

‘ you and i are going to change the world. ‘ ( cassius & eden )

eden chuckles over the open mouth of the flask she and cassius have been passing between them for some time: "now that is a greeting card sentiment if i ever heard one."

tomorrow he'll be leaving hogwarts tomorrow for good, exchanging spellbooks for a promised position as a barrister for the wizengamot. when she'd first heard, she teased him for weeks, called him a pen-pusher. now the thought of spending the next two years in ravenclaw tower without him is staring her right in the face, and her barbs have no fire behind them.

eden looks at cassius then, all awkward angles and serious eyes, and grins — fierce, almost fond. he's not joking. her friend has always had an iron will and strong convictions. believing his words is like slipping into a deep slumber; effortless, comforting.

"i know," she replies in earnest. "but before that, you promised to teach me that brain combustion curse."

[vaememes]

𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.      ( feel free to change pronouns, potentially triggering, read & reblog with caution. )

’ i look like my mother and she looked like the enemy. ‘

’ i’ve never been welcomed here. ‘

‘ keep a pencil in your hand. or else someone will put a rifle in it instead. ‘

‘ i spent years thinking i’d find a way out. ‘

‘ i’m old enough to know the only way out, is through. ‘

‘ well, i need someone to take the fall for my petty crimes, that’s all. ‘

‘ we learned some good life lessons back then. ‘

‘ one: don’t cry in public. ‘

‘ she/he/they isn’t like you. no one is. ‘

‘ you’re the one of us who believes in a higher power. ‘

‘ when i get the nerves the night before i like to have a good tumble with a stranger. ‘

‘ you don’t seem like the type to do what they should. ‘

‘ well, turns out they do need me, so. ‘

‘ you’re a terrible shot. ‘

‘ when i was young, i had nightmares about it. ‘

‘ if it goes wrong, come back. you’ve lost enough already. ‘

‘ i’ll find my way back to you, promise. ‘ 

‘ don’t you want to know if you’re grisha? ‘

‘ if i can’t crack this, none of us are going anywhere. ‘

‘ maybe i won’t be here when you get back. ‘

‘ what are you? ‘

‘ that’s why i’m here, isn’t it? ‘

‘ they’re all gone. it’s my fault. ‘

‘ is it true? can you summon light? ‘

‘ when they realize their mistake, what do you think they’ll do to her/him/them? ‘

‘ i know her/him/them better than anyone does. ‘ 

‘ i don’t know where this letter will find you. but you must’nt worry about me. ‘

‘ i am perfectly capable of washing myself. ‘

‘ don’t change my eyes. ‘

‘ i’m almost as rare as you. ‘

‘ sentimental. we’ll work on that too. ‘

‘ i can’t go in front of the king, i need more time. ‘

‘ know that when i told you about true north, i was talking about you. ‘

‘ black is his color. not mine. ‘

‘ tell me, are you so anxious to be like everyone else? ‘

‘ it would be nice to know what the feels like, someday. ‘

‘ time for a heist. ‘ 

‘ you managed to win us over, didn’t you? ‘

‘ training is good. well, i think it’s going well. ‘ 

‘ where you are doesn’t matter nearly as much as who you’re with. ‘ 

‘ when there’s something you want, better to act without thinking than think without acting. ‘ 

‘ i’ve always wanted to travel the world. ‘

 ‘ i like seeing you this way, i want you to be careful. ‘ 

‘ you never compliment anyone to their face. ‘ 

‘ aren’t you supposed to be scouting our way out? ‘ 

‘ what do you think i’m doing? ‘ 

‘ i think you’re flirting with that stable hand. ‘ 

‘ tell me, what makes one carriage faster than the other? ‘ 

‘ the right answer is their is no right answer. ‘ 

‘ it’s the horse that makes the difference. ‘ 

‘ no human being should be as proud as you are right now. ‘ 

‘ you think that’s what it is? just a trick? ‘ 

‘ you don’t want to keep it in your pocket for too long. ‘ 

‘ i’m sorry that it took me this long to see you. ‘ 

‘ i prefer to travel alone. ‘ 

‘ i’m afraid we can’t let that happen. ‘ 

‘ you stick with us, everybody gets what they want. ‘ 

‘ i’m not being anyone’s captive ever again. ‘ 

‘ it was my power keeping you warm. ‘ 

‘ you won’t get far out here without it. ‘ 

‘ if i wanted you dead, i would have slowed your heart instead of speeding it up. ‘ 

‘ you intend to kill me! ‘

‘ why would you save me? ‘ 

‘ so there is a brain inside all that muscle. ‘ 

‘ you used to call on me, on times like this. ‘ 

‘ when your table was messy and your bed was neat. ‘ 

‘ i am a witch hunter and you are a witch. ‘ 

‘ you made him afraid. now he wants you to fear him. ‘ 

‘ you’re the one who taught me how to kill, mother/father. ‘ 

‘ i taught you so you could protect yourself. ‘ 

‘ we need to teach them how to fight. ‘ 

‘ i forbid it. now, do you hear me? ‘ 

‘ it’s dangerous to go looking for the dead. ‘

‘ what you see may haunt you for the rest of your days. ‘ 

‘ maybe. just maybe. greed is a poor motivator. ‘ 

‘ true wealth is the friends you make along the way. ‘ 

‘ i should just tear this down now. ‘ 

‘ i will go north in the night. ‘ 

‘ no. this can’t be it. i’m not done tormenting you. ‘ 

‘ i will keep you warm. ‘ 

‘ i can’t wait to introduce you to my truest love. ‘ 

‘ when i got older, i learned that darkness is a place and it’s full of monsters. ‘ 

‘  they aren’t the monsters. they’re just boys/girls. ‘

‘  we can’t hide forever. we can run together. ‘

‘  no businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take. ‘ 

‘  our enemies are threatened by your mere existence. ‘ 

‘  never make decisions out of fear, only out of spite. ‘ 

‘  well greed always worked for me. ‘ 

‘  the bone road ebbs and and the bone road flows. ‘

‘  handsome decoy is also not a [NAME’S] talent. ‘ 

‘  i’d rather starve than be a traitor. ‘ 

‘ needing anyone is weak. ‘ 

‘ you and i are going to change the world. ‘ 

‘ so, who actually saw what happened? ‘ 

‘  it came from everywhere, because you called upon it to come. ‘

‘ i have been waiting a long time for you. ‘ 

‘ there are no others like us and there never will be. ‘ 

‘ not many people surprise me. ‘ 

‘ fine. make me your villain. ‘ 

‘  they are traitors who tried to kill you. this is retribution. ‘ 

‘  i’ve survived for centuries. did you really think you could kill me. ‘

‘ you are quite valuable, you know. ‘ 

‘ the deal is the deal. ‘ 

‘ i’m just trying to keep warm. you should join me. ‘ 

‘ i’ve been warned off the job. ‘ 

‘ i know that look. he’s a man consumed with vengeance. ‘ 

‘ please tell me you have a plan. ‘ 

‘ i’m not against the occasional light roleplay. ‘ 

‘ i’d miss me too. i’m fantastic. ‘

‘ no one is ever going to believe i’m that old. ‘

‘ why does this concern me? ‘ 

‘ well of course certain death pays a million. ‘ 

‘ unlike a spider, i only need one leg. ‘ 

[slingsandarrcws]

+ @excvlsiors

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.