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don’t think i don’t know how this might end i’ve known it for years.
independent harry potter. written by karli.
After a week-long hiatus, I decided that I need a longer break from Harry. I will likely come back eventually, but I just need some time to play with other characters who I have a bit more muse for. You can find me on James, Dorcas, or Bellamy.
in the midnight hour she cried more with a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
I’ve decided I’m going to take a break from Harry for about a week or so. I still love playing him and I’ll be back, I just need a break to set up another blog I want to start and to refresh the muse for him.
I’ve decided I’m going to take a break from Harry for about a week or so. I still love playing him and I’ll be back, I just need a break to set up another blog I want to start and to refresh the muse for him.
and i remember my mother’s nails piercing flesh, cold eyes whispering, demanding prayers. “ BE DEVOUT TO HUNGER, CHILD. ” i did not know what she meant until i was twenty three and hollow, starved for the taste of your mouth against mine.
@scarheadx | ♛ ❞
❝ Hey kid, over here! ❞ The MOMENT the dark haired male started to turn, a bright EXPLOSIVE FLASH went off from Bill’s camera. A burst of laughter BUBBLED UP from the back of his throat as though he had simply won some little game. The ginger dropped his camera down so that the guard strip SNAPPED at his neck and he grinned before allowing himself to fall backwards against the roof he had been perched on for the past half hour.
Propping his knees up, William grinned down at the brunette that stood there not even twenty feet down. ❝ Oh come on, little Harry. Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies like that. ❞
Harry had finally escaped Draco and was able to take a moment to have his lunch break. The problem was — he had nothing to eat. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it. Just that he didn’t have enough time to go grocery shopping because he was always fucking at work or doing random shit for his dumbass of a boss. Stepping out into the fresh air ( or semi-fresh, considering it was the city ), Harry sighed. It was just in that moment that a flash hit his eyes from above and he jumped, looking up to see a redhead emerge from behind a large, expensive-looking camera.
It was Bill Weasley — or Pitbill, as he was called within his music career. Harry didn’t know Bill very well, but they’d had enough conversations that didn’t revolve around Bill ordering him around that Harry liked him well enough. Harry rolled his eyes and sent a wiry grin Bill’s way at the comment.
“Maybe if you didn’t sit there stalking people, we wouldn’t have this problem. I’m coming up!” He hooked his foot on the fire escape near where Bill was sitting and started to climb. Sitting down next to the actor, Harry let his feet dangle against the brick of the building. “I didn’t think you were coming in today. I hadn’t seen you scheduled.”
❛ she is your mirror, shining back at you with a WORLD of possibilities. she is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. she is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who KNOWS when you’re smiling. Even in the dark.
HOORAY FOR A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!
I started this blog on June 20, 2015, exactly 248 days ago. In those 248 days, I’ve met lots of really cool people, developed my writing skills, and gotten a chance to use my favorite OC in situations I’d never imagined her in before. And now, I’ve finally hit 1000 followers. So, to celebrate, I’m not only doing a giveaway (see HERE), but I’m also doing the traditional bias list!
Look under the cut for some sappy sentimentality over my follower count.
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‘ wanna hear a dirty cow joke? ‘
“Oh man. Do I even want to? Alright, then. Hit me.”
( v. reason says I should have died )
THE PLOT;;
September 2000. The Hogwarts Express is filled with hopeful souls, everywhere but the last car. The last car is silent as a tomb, filled with people who seem disconnected and lost. They are the veterans of the Second Wizarding War, returning to Hogwarts for their last year. An entire year has come and gone since the final battle, and while the physical wounds have begun to heal and scar over, not everyone is entirely certain about their return. In the wake of the battle, graduates have begun to return to fill the positions left open by the staff members killed LOST in battle, and other still volunteer to add to the security of the school, even without the looming threat of Voldemort.
Tensions are high. So high that anxiety attacks and panic attacks are at an all time high with madame Pomfrey having to administer droughts of peace and smelling salts at alarming rates. Students are found wandering halls at all hours and the so called ‘8th year’ students are often given passes on such behavior. They begin to congregate in the room of requirement on the days that Dumbledore’s Army would have met, and try not to flinch when they notice the empty spaces where their friends used to stand.
It’s not spoken at first— a support group for those who had survived. It began simply with whispered conversations in the dead of night, and slowly began to grow. Those left behind begin to meet in the room of requirement, students and teachers alike meet to share stories and to remember those lost to the battle. They are held together by these meetings, each in turn learning to cope with the new realities of this new life and how the light they’ve brought to the wizarding world can seem so dark.
THE RULES;;
IC drama is fine, OOC drama is not.
Track the tag (v. reason says I should have died ). All starters, starter calls should be tagged with this, as well
Please no duplicates. Once a character has been taken, it’s taken unless the blog is deleted or goes completely inactive for an extended period of time.
This verse is somewhat dark, and triggering, please use caution when applying.
Canon can be bent for the sake of the verse, but please try not to stray too far. Ex. Fred surviving is okay. Voldemort surviving is not. This will be handled on a case by case basis.
All major events must be passed by me ( ex. pregnancies since most characters will be of age )
This is set in the Golden Trio Era, please no crossovers from next gen or maurauders era ( as students )
Ask me if you have any questions I swear I don’t bite.
HOW TO APPLY;;
Simply message me and tell me who your muse is, their age, their year, and their house. If accepted feel free to post a small bio in the tag about the general mental and physical state your muse is in, how they feel about returning to Hogwarts etc. This is not mandatory but it is recommended.
THE PLAYERS;;
@unexpectedways | Luna Lovegood. 7th Year. Ravenclaw. 18.
@llongbottcm | Neville Longbottom. 8th Year. Gryffindor. 20.
@missgrangcr | Hermione Granger. 8th Year. Gryffindor. 21.
@scarheadx | Harry Potter. 8th Year. Gryffindor. 18.
I’m exhausted today, so I may or may not be around for drafts. I’ll be around through messages, though, so feel free to hmu!
HAPPY 250 FOLLOWERS TO ME !!!
Hey guys! I’ve very recently reached the 250 follower milestone on this blog, and I’m so happy about it because I literally had no idea I was going to get this far when I started. Some of you know that I’m a newbie in the indie RP universe, and when I first made this blog, it had been a little ( a lot ) terrifying to jump into the thick of things because I often felt like I was out of my depth. Thankfully, I met really wonderful people who helped me adjust and who wanted to write with me, and who forgave me for the little things I couldn’t get right the first time and for the big things I’ve yet to learn.
Really, seriously guys, THANK YOU. It’s been a month since I’ve started here and that feels SO surreal, because it seems like only yesterday but at the same time, like it’s been ages since I made my first post. Pansy has grown so much and is still growing, and I’m so happy I found people willing to interact with her and who accepted my version of her with open hearts and open minds. Thank you so much guys, for everything, especially for putting up with me, a trash can. You’re all so awesome, and here’s a little thing that I made to express my love.
THE ONE AND ONLY LOVE OF MY LIFE:
@moonflowcr a.k.a. @daughterlies a.k.a. @bramblerosed
I WILL FOLLOW THESE PEOPLE TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH:
@priimadonnacomplex / @fightingwcrds / @diisruptedthesky / @captainflxnt / @xnolimetangerex / @ura-wizardharry / @draco-theslytherinprince / @llongbottcm / @loserlurgy
I NOT-SO-SECRETLY HAVE A CRUSH ON ALL OF THESE PEOPLE:
@thekingofweasels / @ambitiocaecus / @grangerswot / @myrddxn / @gwenuinely @reinblxt / @greengrasscd / @dragonologistic / @ourpyrrhicvictory / @gramenviride / @lupinctuum / @followedhope / @hopefulpuppet / @whipwiielder / @xaedificare / @batbogcys / @humanbludgers / @potterstillstinks / @spankinggoodkeeper / @mctriarchal / @unexpectedways
THESE PEOPLE MAKE MY DASH A BEAUTIFUL & MEANINGFUL PLACE:
@smallindeath / @ofpurestblood / @nottingale / @halfmade / @qvarterveela / @taughthate / @fireburnsflowers / @teaspoonofginger / @serenelovegood / @heirzabini / @ellisindierps / @redhairedflower / @dracose / @vaingloriious / @innewgrowth / @scarheadx / @secondbcst / @erniemacmilln / @fllowershop / @imnobodysson / @elderwandskeeper
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Do not stand at my grave and w e e p. I am not there. I do not sleep.
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glimpse a potential muse | no longer accepting
If her madre could see Dorcas now, she would be so proud. Even though her actions ( blood streaming from her face — pushing away Benjy, who was trying to clean her up ) were extremely unladylike and not exactly the kind that would’ve attracted the boys from her North Kensington neighborhood. But her mother had taught her how to stand strong because those boys were also known to take advantage of those pretty girls and Dorcas wanted to be prepared. And she was prepared now. She’d taken down two Death Eaters in their surprise attack and now these Marauders ( who the hell had nicknames like that anyway? ) wanted to go on the offense. She glared at them, sitting huddled together, one pure force. They were all or nothing.
“Look, you don’t think I wanna go after them? Hunt them down and fuck them up? Well I do. But you haven’t been here as long as the rest of us. It doesn’t work like that. War doesn’t work like that. And if you think joinin’ the Order is gonna be some sort of adventure that can let you play hero — well, then, get the fuck out. Because it’s nothin’ like you’d ever expect.”
Dorcas Meadowes is someone I’ve been thinking about playing for years. With her, I’d want to break the mold by making her older than the Marauders and afraid of werewolves. While this last part doesn’t paint her as a pretty picture, it’s not meant to. The Marauders were the minority of their time by accepting Remus and I’d like to see someone who is in the majority here and does hold a prejudice against him (and others) for their lycanthropy.
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glimpse a potential muse | no longer accepting
He hadn’t meant to pull thetrigger — well had meant it, but notat that moment. It would’ve taken all his courage to shoot; a simple squeeze. Abullet through Rick’s head. But he’d been knocked down by Michonne and it hadhappened anyway — only not to Ron’s intended target. Originally, he’d wanted to hurt ( kill ) Carl, but it was Rick whodeserved it. Rick who had come intoAlexandria and fucked everything up. Things had been okay — not the same asbefore, but okay — until he had shownup with his group. And maybe Ron’s dad deservedit. Pete had put hands on his mother. Put his hands on Ron from time totime. But that wasn’t Rick’s decision to make.Now Carl was left with one eye and Ron was handcuffed to a post, anotherdecision about another life in thehands of Rick and his group.
Ron hated them.
He hated them.
He wanted them dead. Or maybehe just wanted to die himself. Maybe it one in the same.
Ron Andersen is probably oneof the most hated characters in The Walking Dead fandom right now and that iswhat makes me want to play him. I can bring him to a redemption arc or goaround and cause him to fuck up more shit. It would be really fun. Because sometimes the gray characters that you might not like in real life are the mostfun to play.
Sorry I haven’t been around this weekend! It’s been a really busy couple of days! I’ll try to be back on in the next day or two.