
oozey mess

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
No title available
Game of Thrones Daily
đŞź
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird

Janaina Medeiros
cherry valley forever
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
No title available
styofa doing anything
wallacepolsom

titsay

JVL

Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

No title available
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from TĂźrkiye

seen from Poland

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Uruguay

seen from United States

seen from Mexico
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Germany
@rcokwood
cxrrxw-girl:
âIt is when you come and sit down at my bar,â Alecto couldnât help but smirk, âAre you giving honest sobriety a go?â Her eyebrow was raised and despite his previous declaration she flicked her wand to pour him a beer.Â
âIâll have to keep that in mind the next time I pick between here and the bar on my road.â  He huffed when he saw her prepare him a drink, but didnât protest.  âI donât drink that often,â Augustus pointed out.  âAnd I canât say Iâm in the mood for it tonight.â
fenriirgreyback:
âFor all we know âe could âave been the leader of some shit stirrinâ pro-muggle group. And if not, well, I think âe got the message. Ainât gonna be sat in the pub usinâ a fuckinâ pencil anytime soon, thatâs for certain.â He ended the sentence with a half-laugh, half-sneer, upper lip curled back at one corner to reveal a sharp canine tooth. âYeah, weâll leave that sorta stuff tâme. Youâre good for the planninâ ânâ strategy shit. Speakinâ of, yâheard anythinâ from anyone? Some of us are startinâ tâget twitchy just sittinâ about with nothinâ much tâdo.â
As little sense as Fenrirâs logic made to him, Augustus much less prone to involving himself in otherâs business  -  even over using a pencil, Merlin forbid  -  he still found himself scoffing in amusement.  âThat,â  he mused,  âand Iâm much too attached to spending my full moons with my feet up, a cup of tea in hand.  Iâd hate to have my routine changed.â  He was shaking his head before Fenrir had even finished.  âNo, nothing of interest.  Iâm not likely to be the first to hear, either.  Your choices are learn to rest on your laurels or find someone with better information to pester.â
october ⢠hestiaâs tea party
narcissab:
âMost people like to share things about themselves,â Narcissa mused in quiet agreement, her attention flitting over the mingling guests. âThey think it makes them seem more interesting. That it gives them an edge.â Her gaze returned to Augustus, watching him carefully. âWhilst I admire your devotion to secrecy, I cannot deny that it is a thin line, darling â the one between telling others too much and not telling them enough. You are a valuable member of our society, but you risk isolating yourself.âÂ
He followed her gaze briefly, a moment of silent agreement shared then.  âAn occupational hazard,â  he responded, his lack of explanation past that almost to prove a point.  With the time he poured into it, his work as an Unspeakable was his defining feature, yet very little could be said about it.  âInvaluable advice,â  Augustus nodded,  âI suppose a crucial opportunity to avoid this will be your wedding.â  A small, almost teasing smile played on his lips.  âWeâll have to wait and see whether I arrive with someone, or spend yet another event playing chaperone.âÂ
pxdfxot:
âChamomile? Hmm, intriguing,â he nodded. âPersonally I find it tastes like cat piss.â Sirius scrunched up his nose, sipping from his rose tea. âThough I havenât actually tried cat piss before. But each to their own.â
âThatâs the same thing my four year old sister says about it, oddly enough.â Â Augustus lifted his shoulders in a casual shrug, despite the slight bite to his voice. Â âIt must be a mature taste.â
madlaggen:
Leanna could barely contain her excitement that she was able to go on about the topic further. âThat is where you are completely wrong. The act of sucking on a wound allows you to dislodge any foreign object and your stomach acid is able to destroy it. It doesnât need to be your own saliva.â She smiled, hoping to impress with her little speech. âYou just use your own saliva though. I will survive.âÂ
As much as he disliked to be told he was wrong, the information was interesting.  Augustus looked up finally, eyebrows slightly raised.  âItâs a valid point, but something about the whole thing still feels unhygienic.â  As he lifted his finger to mouth, sucking it briefly if only so he could continue with his work, he felt a little unnerved.  Eyes returning to the parchment in front of him  (a report from someone tasked with forging an alliance with the giants), he didnât want to know if sheâd watched him do that or not. Â
mister-moody:
âYouâre yelling at a cat. Something tells me thatâs misplaced anger.â
âYes, well...â Â A huff escaped. Â âItâs been one of those days.â
joysofbertha:
Bertha tilted her head to the side as she watched the scene unfold before her. It was only after the stranger shrunk before Augustus and slinked away that she approached Augustus. âItâs weird seeing you scold somebody else. Iâm almost jealous. What happened there?â
Oblivious to the fact Bertha had been watching, he jumped at her seemingly sudden appearance. Â A frown was still on his face, but it eased ever so slightly when he looked to the witch. Â âI can start scolding you as well, if it helps,â Â he remarked wryly, heaving a sigh. Â âI found him trying to wander his way into the Department of Mysteries. Â He claims heâd gotten the wrong floor, but itâs still caused problems.â
pennshingleton:
Penelope cast him a tiny smile from where she sat across from him. At least they were on the same page here, and that was a good thing. Perhaps they could do this, since their silent communication proved effective. His words were smooth and likely practiced, or maybe Augustus was just as charming as the others had said, Penelope didnât know, but at his pause she finds herself sitting up just the slightest bit straighter, head tipping to the side, hoping her look of question would mask the slight nerves she felt, âSomething to ask me? Iâll have to admit Iâm rather curious now.â
All four pairs of their parentsâ eyes landed on him, the words having immediately caught their attention. Â From the way he sat with quiet confidence, shoulders back and not a glance given to their audience, you wouldnât have thought heâd noticed. Â âOf course, youâll have received your own invitation to the upcoming Black-Malfoy wedding,â Â he gave a smile, Â âand Iâm sure I have fierce competition, but Iâd hoped youâd do me the honour of attending together?â
violent ends | october 1978
sophiadarling:
Any safe houses the Death Eaters might have were out of the question. It was obvious for the both of them that the Dark Lord couldnât hear about this, especially when they were regrouping after such an important attack and with the so called CORD on the loose. The thought of having nowhere to go made her even more desperate, until she thought of Wilkes Manor. The mansion was supposed to be empty, and she doubted the house elves were going to testify against her if she showed up covered in blood and dirt. Sophia nodded slowly.Â
âOui, I do.â, as she looked at him, she accepted the cloak, not even flinching at him approaching her and placing it over her shoulders. Sophia didnât really know why Augustus was being careful, almost nice to her; but she wasnât going to ask either. She observed him for a little while, before shaking her head and realising she had to get a move on if she wanted to get anything done. Being a nuisance was the worst thing she could do right now. âDo you want some help? Should I help you dispose of it? Burn the house down?â The witch wasnât really one to listen to others, always taking pride in doing exactly whatever she wished to. However, she wasnât in a particular position of power right now. âWhat do you think should be done?â
He threw a look over his shoulder when she confirmed she had a place to go, giving little more than a short nod. Â As much of a mess as sheâd managed to cause around them, getting Sophia away from the scene was the key factor. Despite this, Augustus didnât ask where she intended to go, nor how sheâd be getting there. Â His head was already filling with a variety of spells to use. Â Her question did earn a quiet scoff, however. Â âNot one for subtlety I take it?â Â It was noted with a small amount of amusement. Â âThereâs no need to burn the entire place. Â One body rarely warrants that. Â It draws too much attention.â Â As he spoke, his wand was raised. Â It was moved slowly over where the blood still seemed wet, nonverbal magic having it vanish without a stain. Â It was a start.Â
âAs for them...â  He nodded his head towards the corpse, a glance spared in their direction -  although he quickly wished he hadnât.  A sigh escaped.  This was the part he disliked the most.  Dealing with dead bodies made him squeamish, no matter how careful he was to hide it.  Not that Sophia was in much of a position to judge.  âThe Dark Lord is always after new inferi.  Itâs not advertised, otherwise those like Fenrir would be on a constant killing spree, but the trade for providing bodies to the right people is that theyâre accepted with minimal questioning.  Iâll take credit for this one.â
pxdfxot:
âOh my mistake. I thought you were more of a lavender tea kind of guy. Is dandelion more your style? Or maybe elderflower?â
Augustus eyed Sirius coolly.  In truth, heâd been trying to scold one of his sisters, only for her to slip away into the crowd â  not that he was going to admit this.  âI tend to prefer chamomile, actually,â he remarked drily.
october ⢠hestiaâs tea party
narcissab:
âPenelope mentioned that Hestia was a Ravenclaw,â Narcissa confirmed reflectively, a saucer balanced delicately in one hand as she sipped from her teacup. âDarling, you know your lack of interest is exactly why their friends invite you to parties like this. You play the tall, dark, mysterious wizard ever so well. Not once have I read your name in the papers, and I rarely hear it on the lips of others. You are an enigma, Augustus, and people will always love an enigma.â
His interest was piqued at Penelopeâs name, but he resisted the temptation to ask after her.  Instead, he offered a small smile at Narcissaâs description of him, undeniably pleased by it  (especially the word tall).  âYou call it being an enigma, I call it common sense.  Something many in our social circle lack, admittedly.  Iâm sure theyâre just making me look so mysterious.â
fenriirgreyback:
âCheers mate,â Fenrir said, two fingers to his forehead, offering him a grateful salute of camaraderie. âHe was a fuckinâ idiot, this guy. Tall and burly wizard, blonde hair, countryside type, the sort youâd hope would put up even âalf a fight. Saw âim usinâ a muggle pencil in the pub, thought âhang about, canât be âavinâ thisâ, so I stalked him down the street and taught the fella a lesson. He barely even tried to fend me off. Caught me in the shoulder with a spell, but thatâll fix up good after the next full moon.â Shaking his head, he chewed absently on the side of his thumb. âYeah, well, yâever wanna join the ranks, all yâgotta do is ask. Everythinâ is so much more after youâre bitten.â
âDonât mention it.â  As much as Augustus had the decency to nod along, lips curling into the beginnings of a smile, he only ended up blinking in surprise.  âYou attacked him over a muggle pencil?â  His tone was incredulous, but it lacked any real judgement.  They were far past that point in their friendship.  âHe needed to be taught a lesson, clearly.  Thank Merlin we have you here to put the world to rights.â  Despite his sarcasm, his eyebrows crept up at the mention of Fenrir taking a hit, but he knew better than to focus on that.  It was in his nature to worry, but he knew when it wouldnât be appreciated.  âWe both know Iâm not best suited.â  It was the diplomatic way of saying not in a million years.  Â
vforoctavia:
âI can understand that,â the brunette shrugged, she herself would normally be the one who would swear she would have no more than one drink before she would head home, âIâm sure itâs been a long day, and as much as a drink is nice, there are times when you canât beat a cup of tea.â The smile that drew her mouth upward was content, even as her fingers curled around the drink the bartender had presented her with. âThat would be natural, no? It could be disastrous if you bump into someone from another department when leaving, if they ask you about your day youâd have no choice but to dismiss their query, even if you had a horrible day.â Octavia trailed off in an almost contemplative manner, her words spoken more for her own benefit than his, finding herself considering how much was permitted for an Unspeakable to talk about.
âPrecisely,â  he found himself smiling, enjoying the moment of understanding, even over something so small.  âItâs a shame more of my friends donât think like that.  I doubt Iâll ever shake off the title of most boring.â  Despite having given himself an opening to leave, Augustus found himself pausing, interested in Octaviaâs view on the Unspeakables â  and despite his paranoia, he missed the moment he shouldâve looked round, failing to catch the man heâd been flirting with making his way back to them.  âIt still happens,â  he admitted,  âbut you become used to it.  Most at the Ministry, if they know youâre from the Department of Mysteries, tend to ââ  Augustus jumped as an arm snaked around his waist, eyes wide.  âHave you replaced me already?â  the man asked, looking between the pair in open amusement.
pennshingleton:
Penelope was always rather sharp, and the look Augustus shot her, while discreet was not missed. She replies with a widening of her eyes, so slight one wouldnât catch it had they not been looking at her directly. His exasperation with their parents and their lack of tact was very much shared. As he cleared his throat, offering her more tea, she smiled, a delicate and gracious curve to her lips, lifting her cup, âYes, please.â If there was any awkwardness, she wouldnât let it show, sure to speak clearly so their parents could hear, âI think itâs rather lovely weâve gotten to meet like this again, donât you agree?â
Augustus was tempted to chuckle when his look was returned, finding something reassuring about the fact they were both as uncomfortable as each other, but thought better of it. Â Itâd only prompt his mother to butt in and demand to know what was so funny. Â Instead, he focused on pouring more tea for them both, smiling politely at her words. Â âOf course. Â Iâve enjoyed getting to know you better.â Â As smoothly as the words flowed, Augustus well versed in small talk, he paused. Â âWhich is why thereâs something Iâd hoped to ask you.â
dvlohovs:
âI was fucking around with a spell. I already alerted you of itâs unstable properties, Gus.â Of course, such instabilities didnât stop Antonin from practicing the spell heâd crafted in Augustusâ home. Shrugging easily, he looks to the glass littering the floor from the shattered window, âThese things happen.âÂ
âYes, you alerted me, how considerate. Â But did you ask permission to practice it here? Â No.â Â It was all said with a great deal of huffing, Augustus drawing his wand to mend the broken window. Â More than the blatant disregard for his home, something heâd come to expect from Antonin, they both knew he just didnât like a mess. Â âWhat was the spell supposed to do, anyway?â
fenriirgreyback:
âI like tâkeep ya on your toes,â Fenrir protested, though his tone was light and edged with a smirk that hadnât quite made it onto his lips yet. âSpeakinâ of cleaninâ up messes, Iâm gonna need tâuse you as an alibi if the aurors come sniffinâ. Say we were âavinâ drinks Thursday afternoon. All depends on whether the fucker I laid into is gonna report it.â He let out a loud bark of laughter. âI ainât gonna be listeninâ to anyone on a blue moon â not unless youâve learnt how tâhowl.â
The look Augustus shot his friend was one of pure exasperation, but as always, he didnât argue. Â âI suppose I can manage that. Â What did the poor person do?â Â he asked, as if it particularly mattered. Â Heâd never considered Fenrir to have a good reason before, but he occasionally came out with a half-decent story. Â âIâm still working on that, Iâm afraid,â Â he scoffed, shaking his head. Â âItâs not as easy as you make it look.â