#crlynette

[crxeno-blog]

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( nostalgia💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations? )

“i think it would depend on what you mean by bold. for some people even hand holding would be considered bold...i would be one of those people that are unsure about physical contact. i think i am better with words and subtle things. but sometimes i am bold.”

[crxalex-blog1]

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🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )?

“No. Believing in luck is for fools who don’t know better”

[crxdevin]

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EMOJI HEADCANONS

🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )?

devin’s face slides into a comfortable disinterest at the subject matter. “it is superstition, at best. there are no objects i would ever consider lucky.”

in contrast, she is much more a believer in hard work and effort, of forging one’s own path. fate, luck, fortune; they are such distant concepts to her values. however, there is a book that devin typically reads before any type of test or practical exam. that’s more to help with the headaches that come with studying though.

[crxlottie-blog]

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emotions (accepting)

🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )?

answered here

[crxliam-blog]

"lili! lili! liam!" she's thought up a new line and who else to try it on but the one person she knows who loves bugs? the safest route, now if only she could stop looking so smug and giggling between her words. "you know what? if i was a fruit fly i would land on you first. because you're so sweet."

Liam was focused on the book he was reading when he heard the familiar voice calling for him. The boy shyly peeks from behind the huge book, enough to take a glimpse of her smiley face. “Hey, Nettie...” He says quietly, still covering his face with the book. But, of course, as she happily spoke without hesitation, Liam slowly dropped the book, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wha---?” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the realization hit him. And thanks to that, he couldn’t say another word, he could only stare at her, eyes widened and lips parted. Shocked. 

[crcai-blog]

one and only

@crlynette

☾ — Always recognize me, regardless of how I might change 。.:*・

Cai has never been up for mischief-- no, he thinks mischief is a sin. There’s always a proceeding punishment for every little mistake one makes; a twisted way of his thinking. But the little sister he has never had has always been a quick exception. And when he sees her finally walking out of her class, he quickly morphs himself into another student-- a habit he always does whenever he goes to see her. Now he’s a lanky student with pointy ears. He jogs towards her, swiftly starting to walk beside the younger. 

“Good morning Ms. Lynette, how was your day?” he says, smiling his gentle smile. 

[crpeter-blog]

"i told you i could do it!" she makes karate hand motions over at the older boy while she slides up to him, a smug expression upon her face. "guess who got flowers today? that's right, me! guess who didn't? that's right, you! but seriously what do you think i should give them in return? what's your favourite colour peter maybe i'll give him a rock that colour."

❝ told me what? ❞ the young boy retorted once the female ravenclaw entered his peripheral sight. he processed the words thrown at him. his expression corresponds to his emotions accordingly. his lips fleet upwards, barely reaching his eyes as the intention behind it was nowhere near pure. ❝ you? flowers? who did you brainwash? ❞ he questions with now arms crossed. he ponders over her last question, fingertips brushing over his chin.

colors bursting into his mind and their names balance at the tip of his tongue. ❝ brown like healthy brown poop, ❞ he ends up voicing his least favorite one. ❝ and before you say anything, yes. i’m saying the truth. ❞ he stitches the lie in the air and adds a smile to ensure.

[crmaxwell-blog1]

● not worth it; lynette

student portfolio: @crlynette​ prompt: cluster of stars

another night and maxwell knew he wasn’t going to have a nice one sleeping on his particularly comfortable one. instead he had the task of secretly monitor the school grounds, the students and why not the faculty. it wasn’t a sacrifice because he enjoyed spending some time alone investigating, the outside was his territory and the dangers somehow fueled his auror instincts, making him miss his official job a little bit more, but sometimes he just wanted to rest a bit.

he was fine with most part of the task, his yawning audible enough inside the castle, he was sure, when he noted a figure outside.

she wasn’t far from the main door but still outside and it made maxwell walk faster, already ready to give the girl a detention when he noted her looking up to the sky. it perked his curiosity as he did the same as her and noted the sky, the stars all aligned, prettily. 

“it better be an astronomy assignment or i’m giving you a detention for being caught outside gazing at the cluster of stars, miss esyllt”