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PLS PLS i should be the one thanking you for getting the chance to interact with them; they’re all so incredible and interesting. ily <33
coming from an inspiring creative force like you, that is a compliment of the highest order. you are the actual sweetest. ♥ ♥ ♥
lilycallowcy replied to your post: I asked a friend who uses Discord and he says it...
so this guide was tech made for rp groups but it gives a good overview of discord’s functions so hopefully it helps? litanyofblood.tumblr.co…
ty drizzle, this is super helpful!
I want the K + whichever ship you have most muse for ❤
5: Firm Kiss
Evenings were different now, quieter. He could hear the chiming of the clock, the sound mocking in its echo, a reminder of the late hour. Brent had never been scared of much of anything, priding himself in his fearlessness, and the darkness had never fazed him. His childhood had been engulfed in shadows and he had learned early on that monsters did not only prowl during the night. But an unease lingered in the house as midnight passed, the only light emanating from the lamp on the nightstand next to the couch and the porch light that was kept on to welcome the inhabitants home.
Beau had been at Hogwarts for months and Brent had set aside his latest article that he was working on to reread one of the letters that his son had sent. His penmanship was improving, but Brent let out a puff of amusement at the slant in his ts, ls, and fs that marked Beau’s rushed enthusiasm as he wrote. Some things seemed to always stay the same, and for a revolutionary like Brent, who encouraged and initiated change and progress, there was a surprising comfort that came with the realization.
The clock struck one and she still was not home. This was a deviation that Brent would never grow accustomed to. When Barbara had first opened up her chocolate shop, she would come home later than usual as she frantically worked to ensure that everything was in order. She applied the same level of dedication to her work in the Order. The age old conflict between fanatic purebloods and those who stood against them was intensifying and the time that Barbara spent with the rebelling society increased accordingly. She had been gone for days now, likely on some mission, and considering that he also hadn’t heard from Valentina recently, he imagined that meant the two of them were together. She had told him she would likely be home tonight, but there was no telling if something had gone awry or they had needed to extend the mission for any reason.
He never asked for specific details that she didn’t freely give, understanding the sensitive and confidential nature of the Order, and he never once even considered asking Barbara to step back. That would be asking her to go against her very nature. Both of them had different perspectives and approaches and Brent respected those differences between them. He doubted the Order would be quick to trust him anyway – despite Valentina’s allegiance to them, accepting the family outcast and rebel into their ranks was a different matter than trusting the Nott heir who had yet to make his own allegiance known. Frankly, Brent didn’t blame them. They ought to be cautious and any suspicion of him would be warranted. Not that he spent much time considering joining. He wasn’t the type that could be led or be expected to follow orders without questioning them. Besides, he couldn’t yet be certain of what the letters locked away in his home office drawer could lead to, the correspondence of his father and grandfather steadily rising and becoming seemingly more urgent. He could make an educated guess about what it was that they were seeking, but he would reject them as long as they could, his visits with them only long and frequent enough to temporarily keep them from attempting to push him further, to push him into a place that he had spent his entire life rejecting.
His loyalty lay solely with his family, and it was them that he set out to support however he could. It was possible that, eventually, that support would morph into protecting them. Protecting them from his father and his ties to the Death Eaters. Brent had done what he could to sever the string, walked away once with no intention of going back, but he could feel the tug on his back begin to strengthen and he did not know what the future would hold.
But, for now, his support meant waiting for Barbara to come home, staying awake until he heard that jostle of the lock and watched the door open, setting down his reading materials and standing up to face the brunette woman who came in.
An instantly guilty expression flashed over her features as she chewed on her bottom lip, the door closing behind her with a resounding clack. “You didn’t have to wait up for me. We thought we’d make it back earlier, but things didn’t go as planned.” As if realizing what she was implying, she was quick to clarify with a wave of her hand, “Everything’s fine though. You don’t have to worry.”
As if that would stop the concern that blossomed inside of him each time she left his side, taking root and spreading until the weight of it was heavy against his chest. It was a constant pull. Almost like a game of tug o’war where his father pulled at the string attached to his ankle, attempting to imprison him to his mercy once more. Then there was a second string, one that had been tied with far gentler hands to the cavity in his chest, the tug creating a yearning that ached, Barbara’s absence from his side enough to leave his otherwise steel-focused mind drifting.
He’d never stop worrying about her. He knew her. He knew the risks that she took. Her recklessness was another thing that would never change and it seemed that as the stakes rose, so did her willingness to throw herself out there. Breaching the distance between them and meeting her halfway to stand in the middle of the living room, Brent reached forward and closed the gap, circling around her. It was easier to inspect her himself for any wounds than to straight out ask if she had been hurt.
She knew what he was doing, shaking her head and the guilty expression fading away to be replaced by an amused fondness. “Brent, I’m fine.” Despite her insistence, she didn’t make a motion to push him away.
She was walking just fine, no hobble in her step. That meant her legs were likely fine, though he would have to conduct a more thorough inspection later. He gave a hum of consideration, an acknowledgment that he heard what she said, but he was only satisfied – for now – after he lifted the hem of her shirt, hands gliding underneath the cloth to scan up her back, curling around over the curve of her sides until the rested firmly against her abdomen. No scratches were found and there didn’t seem to be any bruises that were tender to the touch. The only response was a shiver, goosebumps that vibrated against the pads of his fingers.
Barbara rested her weight against him, Brent heaving a sigh as he rocked them in place, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in the sweet scent of her that was mixed with more musty smells, no doubt the result of the exertion that she had undergone.
One of her hands covered his own, fingers melding together. “Shouldn’t we get to bed?” Barbara posed, a gentle suggestion. “You have to be up early and I want to get back to the shop tomorrow.”
So it was back to routine as normal then. Until the next time she went out and who knows what she would be asked to do then. Who knows how long it would be until death became commonplace rather than the outlier. Would Barbara be able to avoid getting wounded forever? Brent was doubtful. Not that he didn’t believe that Barbara was a capable witch, but he knew Death Eaters. He knew how violent and ruthless he could be, a stark juxtaposition to the woman in his arms. She would continue fighting regardless. After so much time spent wasting his breath, Brent had given up on informing Barbara that she was not invincible.
He would rather use his mouth to do this. Turning Barbara around in his hold so they faced each other, hands still joined, his free hand clasped her cheek, fingertips brushing along her hairline. “Mm,” he responded with a nod, their forms pressed chest to chest. “Welcome home.” His voice was low and honey-rich, a warmth returning to color his tone to coincide with Barbara’s return to his side.
His thumb pressing into the definition of her cheekbone, Brent leaned downward, angling his head to the side. Their mouths met in a greeting that began slow, reassuring in a way that words would never be. They were still here. They still had this. At least for one more day. The present was turbulent, shifting in a dangerous direction. The future was uncertain, but this – them – was as steady as ever. Years had gone into building what they had and nothing could take away the thrum that sparked between them. But despite the long span of their relationship, nothing about them was stagnant. Instead, the familiarity only heightened the satisfaction, the spread of warmth radiating and big and bright. This was another constant and Brent grasped onto this, onto Barbara, with both hands.
Brent intensified the kiss, applying more pressure, grinding their mouths into a firm caress. He curled his mouth around her bottom lip, massaging the appendage diligently and delicately. They moved together with a practiced synchronization, breaths and heart rates quickening.
Barbara’s hand curled around his shirt, coaxing him with an indicative push. Even as their mouths remained locked, the two of them began walking, Brent taking steps backward as Barbara guided him toward their bedroom.
The porch light remained on, shining through the pit black night. So long as the light was lit, hope would reside in their home, a glowing symbol of an understood promise that remained unspoken.
congratulations on 2k followers!!! it's well-deserved. ✧ + lily calloway thank you <3
thank you drizzle!! <3 here you are.
parkingsonwrites replied to your post
kimberly spilling dat truth tea tho
what are you even saying i have done nothing but bestow you with goodness for going on two years
lilycallowcy replied to your post
let's be honest here, num is just as bad as us if not worse!!
^^^ SEE NOW THIS IS WHAT REAL TRUTH TEA LOOKS LIKE drizzle and i know the reality of what’s up with you awb we have seen what you are capable of
spencerhqstings replied to your post
kirsten is the best partner and an amazing writer and just as an amazing of a person so just letting u know u should be honored to even be in her presence
jules please i am speechless this is far too kind i really am not worthy of such praise especially when they are coming from such an ethereal goddess i’m crying the honor is really all mine ♥
lilycallowcy replied to your post:
yikes™ that sounds like a wild ride in all the bad ways. i'm happy i stopped when i did, sounds like cringeworthy read. is it just me or were the characters kind of... flat from the beginning tho or at least the side characters?? i just found it hard to actually care about them
you’re not wrong lmao, it’s kind of the worst because when you do start caring about characters, they a) die, b) get wrecked into ooc-ness beyond belief, or c) BOTH and it is more than a little unbelievable? also, it bothered me a lot from p much the start that when you read the premise and start the book, you’re expecting this force to be reckoned with, badass assassin but instead you get............................
lilycallowcy replied to your post: 5, 6, 14, 30, 35
i love these asks bc i’m getting lots of book recs here. but also yes i’ll give you the sun was one painful read but the /writing/ i gotta reread it soon and also reread deathless
oh oh, i LOVE i’ll give you the sun, it’s such beautiful writing, esp the art bits? but also the book itself is beautiful? you have to tell me your thoughts on deathless though, i hear mixed reviews
5, 6, 14, 30, 35
5. What book or book series would you like to see turned into a film/ TV series?
I’d quite like Shades of Magic trilogy by V.E. Schwab as a TV series, okay, but it needs to not be done by the CW or whatever other network turns all good things to shit. And there needs to be good, accurate casting but in general, the series would make for an amazing visual experience, especially if the four Londons were shown as differently and aesthetically beautifully as they seem to be in the books.
6. What is your favourite stand-alone book?
This is cruel and unusual punishment, okay, Drizzle, but I think one of my favourites on the list is I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson, because a) painful siblings such painful sad siblings, and b) the writing style is so beautiful and artistic and almost visual in a way and I adore it.
14. What book gives you happy memories?
Roald Dahl’s Matilda is such an important part of childhood for me and it’s so so lovely and I can read it any old time and feel happy and nostalgic tbh.
30. What book are you planning on buying next?
Gonna buy me some Murakami with 1Q84 because Jade recommended it and all the editions are so pretty.
35. What three books are you most looking forward to reading this year?
Um, I think 1Q84, Restore Me by Tahereh Mafi, and Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente.
Bookish Asks
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i stopped after the 2nd book bc i wasn't really into the first one but gave it a go bc i assumed it would get better and i was intrigued by the magic queen thingie but lmao it sounds like it just got worse with each book
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how you managed to keep reading is beyond me but a for effort
cries i read all the way to the last one and it got so. very. bad. by the end that you can feel yourself physically losing brain cells and the plot got more and more convoluted and the characters got more and more annoying but by the last one, ho boy. it’s just one big OOC mess full of forced hetero pairings and the most random ~~sexual writing since 50SoG.
