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[daddiesgonnadie]

((oh hey there December 10th bday partnerooni. You're exactly one year older than me. o: ))

((Seriously? That’s really cool! o3o ))

[thelonglostwanderers]

The Hunt

{{ closed thread with @fang--it }}

It was just another restless night for Lionne, eventhough the girl was nothing near idle. Oh no, she had plans for tonight. They weren’t different from usual, but as least, it was plans. Something to cling to when everything else seemed gone. How quick had things changed since last winter, and how changed the girl was herself. Running like a machine, all social bond forgotten, these nights were the only moment when she felt free, in a realm of stars and neon lights, when the cold wind blew over her bare skin. Like a trapped animal, she needed a purpose, something to bite at, and maybe this way of acting, this recklessness, were dangerous.  But somewhere, that danger was voluntar.

The club was loud and crowded as always, filled with people oblivious of anything, bodies massed on the dancefloor and pulsing to the music’s beat, grinding heavy against each other. This place’s freedom was both it’s asset and it’s curse, offering the perfect spot to Lionne. Sometimes, somebody would turn back and glance in her direction, but the piercing grey gaze was quickly averted, and soon the stranger went back to dancing, made nervous by the sole sight of that feral smile while she downed her drink.  If only they knew she wasn’t anything to be afraid of, compared to what she stalked.

In this instant, Lionne looks like a resting predator, ready to strike whenever her prey manifests itself, leaning on the counter neglectfully. One hand brushes through the thick blue dreads on her head, glinting in a surreal way under the neon lights.  And suddenly, there it is, her prey. Just like ferals recognize each other’s smell, it’s all in the way he stands, moves, tries to seduce some boy at the bar. Huge scars marking a bloodcurdling smile, shaved head, and the most despicable confident look she’s ever seen. It’s gonna be a pleasure to end this creature’s half-life, mostly because it is so obvious, so plain, it’s painful how nobody else notices.  “This is how the hunt begins.” The tall girl thinks while leaving her seat to take lanky steps toward the stranger. 

[thexcapabilityxofxkindness-blog]

1 3 15 30 42 49 50 (show me some HP Cape ouo)

1. What house will you be in?

AW CRAP. Cap would have to be Gryffindor. ((Mun is a terrible, terrible Slytherin))

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school?

She'd bring an owl. A smaller one. Compact, adorable, has purpose and friendly. Cap is all about usefulness. 

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born?

Half blood. Never knew her father (who was a wizard), her mother tried to raise her as best she could on a single parent income. Capable's Hogwarts letter was a bit of a blessing, though all of her things are thrifted, etc. Her mother doesn't understand it, but it gets her daughter an education and a different life than she could have ever provided. 

30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore's army, will you join?

IN A HEART BEAT. Capable loves everyone, alright? She tries to give the benefit of the doubt to everyone, but she will not hesitate to fight for what she believes in. 

42. What will your boggart be?

Trapped, alone with no one around and no one to hear her. Friends turning away and abandoning her. Having no one left. 

49. What would your patronus be?

OH HARD. ((thinks)) Um. Um. ((this was way harder than you may think)) Lioness. 

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus?

She has several, but the first time she produces her patronus it would be a memory of Angharad. Angharad was the first to reach out to Capable in the Wizarding World and that kind of bond never leaves a person, you know?

[thelonglostwanderers]

1 3 15 30 42 49 50 LIONNE PLZ. ouo

1. House: She’d be in Gryffindor? I dunno man.. 

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school? Lionne would have a cat. Not a nice kitten, no no, a ferocious monster who terrifies most students. But with her it’s just a fluffy baby. 

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born? Half-Blood who lost her -witch- mother and was raised by her -witch- “””aunt”””

30.  If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore's army, will you join? Of course she will. -nah actually it might depend on their purpose, the people forming it, the people composing it..- 

42. What will your boggart be? Shout, telling her she’s a failure, a shame to her family, and it’s truly disapointing she survived to her mother. 

49. What would your patronus be? A LION HOW FUCKING ORIGINAL 

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus? That time Shout got her her flying motorbike. It’s her favourite thing in the world. 

[thelonglostwanderers]

ACDEJPW; AYY GET IT

A - I love you.

C - I love your blog

D - You’re cute

E - You’re nice

J - I love the way you express yourself.

P - Awesome blog.

W - You’re funny.

AHHH H H  SO MUCH PRAISES U FLATTER ME BIRD <3 ;w;

[dammitperseus]

5 14 18? c:

A y e hello :D

5. piercings i haveI actually don’t have any ! oops

14. piercings i wantAhhhhh uh sorry to be lame ass like that but I don’t want any particular type of piercing ;w; I mean I’m attracted to the idea of it but I don’t think I’ve found one thing that I’d really really want ?

18. phobiaI don’t know if there’s a name for anything like it but I’m really scared of losing my hands ? Anything bad happening to my hands for that matter, I mean if I fall or if there’s anything a tiny wee bit dangerous that’s always what I’m gonna try to protect first. I get real annoying intrusive thoughts about that as well.

[thelonglostwanderers]

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♋ Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon: Surprisingly, Lionne tends to be the little spoon; Eventually, she’d give this up if it’s worth it.♒  How my muse would describe yours in one sentence: “Urgh. One hell of a dirty smeg, but at least, the mediocre fuck knows how to use his mouth.” Followed by a dirty grin.