#venuspoke

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✧･ﾟ  @venuspoke​​​ ​asked  :          trick or treat <3

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𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘈𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘌  𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘛𝘌𝘞𝘒𝘌𝘚𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘠

featuring  @venuspoke  !

[your90strend]

Sender Character Name: Daphne Is your character sending this note anonymously?: No Receiver: @venuspoke Receiver’s Character: Cher Message: Okay, we must go shopping during break and I want to come by and see everything you got. I’ll wear that cute beret you gave me. XOXO Daphne

[redemptioninterlude]

"  oh my god, i’m so glad to see you.  " for marlene from lily ? - @venuspoke

until dawn meme ( accepting ) +  @venuspoke // lily

           It’s always been about Lily for her.

The reason, the core, the heart. Why she’d join the Order at all, honestly, if she’s selfishly practical about the whole affair. War, after all, is not for those feint of heart, and for what she’s been made to suffer beneath the endless toil of forced socialisation with those she hates THE MOST OF ALL, she supposes, it’s only fair there’d be as equal a reason to fight. And there is, isn’t there, something that begins with Lily, and perhaps might end with her too, if the traction of war continues down this path - that will and desire showed themselves not quite enough, yet, and how exhausting its become to watch those that they love die, before they’ve even really had a chance to live.

Tonight they’re having a party at the Lestranges; her parents off to the black tie affair, she feigns sick, claiming to need to be at home; it’s A POOR EXCUSE, but they’re willing to take it, after all, they’re just happy that she’s home again. Convinced that her rebellion was nothing but youthful folly, she takes advantage of their heart’s desire, an obedient daughter, and ducks through their trust, to pay dividends for The Order. She could have done anything with this night, but honestly, she’s feeling heartsick for the things she’s missed out on, the people who’s lives were continuing on without her - so when she hops the Floo and ends up by the newly christened apartments of the Potters’, she’s the first to press a finger to her lips as the door opens, to slip inside, and without further adieu, to throw her arms around Lily’s neck in greeting. “Oh Merlin, how was the wedding!? Dorcas sent photos over, Lily, you looked absolutely gorgeous!”

[0paliite]

@venuspoke​ liked for a starter with jimmy sheridan!

he was used to staying up late. but he always looked forward to this day: when his mom said that, if there was any ice cream on the verge of expiring, jimmy could have it. he just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up either. “hey, you’re up! grab whatever ice cream you want from the freezer, it’s on the house!” jimmy took a bite of his ice cream sandwich. “what are you doing up so late?” maybe they heard about jimmy’s plan or that there was ice cream.

[bloodpures-a]

—--   𝕴𝖙   𝖎𝖘   𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙   𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗   𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘   𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊.   great   enough   for   the   dark   lord   to   have   had   lucius   travel   to   america,   in   the   end   of   their   reconstruction.   cane   clicks   through   the   muddy   streets   of   concord.   dead   leaves   pile   on   the   edges   of   the   streets.   grey   skies   threaten   to   snow   for   the   first   time   in   the   seaon.   lucius   has   heard   all   about   harsh   new   england   winters   and   he   can   certainly   feel   it   as   his   crooked,   pointed   nose   bites   with   the   chill.   this   is   a   unassuming   town.   its   residents   do   not   know   what   darkness   looms   over   them,   especially   with   his   arrival.   he   is   on   the   hunt   for   a   book.   one   that   is   centuries   upon   centuries   years   old.   reported   destroyed   in   a   fire   in   the   mid   eighteen-nineties.   he’s   given   himself   plenty   of   time   to   find   it.   inside   the   text   is   clues   to   find   yet   another   ancient   artifact.   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝   𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.   no   one   knows   where   it   was   created   or   even,   when.   all   that   is   known   about   it   for   certain   is   it   has   the   power   to   manipulate   time,   though   it   is   nothing   like   a   time   turner.   it   is   a   vile   containing   one   drop   of   some   sort   of   potion,   or   dew   .   .   .   (   no   one   truly   knows   )   but,   it   is   said   the   person   who   consumes   that   one   drop   has   the   power   to   manipulate   time   unlike   any   time   turner.   it   would   make   that   person   the   most   powerful   person   to   ever   live.   𝚊   𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐,   𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚐𝚘𝚍.   there   are   legends   that   this   vile   couldn’t   even   be   created   by   the   most   powerful   of   wizards   and   that   it   was   given   by   otherworldly   beings.   lucius   isn’t   sure   how   much   that   part   is   true.   he   ignores   the   stares   of   ignorant   muggles   interested   in   his   rather   odd   attire.   he   knows   that   his   normal   robes   would   do   no   good   in   muggle   massachusetts,   but   he   could   not   find   himself   dressed   in   the   fashion   of   the   era   so   a   regular   suit   that   he   pulled   from   his   closet   will   have   to   do.   no   ruffles,   waistcoats   or   anything   that   would   make   him   feel   too   distant   from   his   roots. it   is   when   he   crosses   the   street   that   everything   goes   drastically   wrong.   his   father   always   told   him,   never   walk   behind   a   horse.   he   wishes   he   heeded   that   warning   more   carefully   as   an   already   anxious   mare,   not   liking   being   saddled,   kicks   and   knocks   lucius   in   the   jaw.   he   is   thrown   into   the   mud,   unconscious.   when   he   awakes,   he   is   warm   by   a   dull   fire.   laying   on   a   settee,   draped   in   pretty   floral   quilts,   lucius   is   surprised   that   he   is   not   jumping   up   immediately.   he   finds   himself   far   too   comfortable,   and   besides,   the   headache   he   is   dealing   with   is   far   too   painful   to   even   think   about   moving.   he   is   lucky   to   have   no   lost   any   teeth,   not   that   it   would   matter   as   he   is   a   wizard.   but,   he   is   clearly   in   a   muggle   house   and   doing   magic   is   far   too   risky   at   the   moment.   he   hears   movement   behind   him.

“   nev   -   ah   !!   “   he   clutches   his   jaw   quickly   at   the   searing   pain.   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢   𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜   !!   they   can’t   even   heal   broken   bones   properly.   he   growls   both   with   the   pain   and   with   frustration,   fists   turning   white   as   he   seethes   in.   voldemort   will   have   his   head   for   this   hiccup.   he   just   prays   that   he   can   be   on   his   way   quickly.

starter call // @venuspoke // amy march

[thewrongsorts]

“ wait ! please— i’m sorry, just— wait. ” for lily & james ? - @venuspoke

soft starters // accepting!

He stops, but it’s almost begrudging, shoulders taut and the same indignant scowl still pulling at his mouth as when he stormed off a moment ago. James sucks in a long breath, and only because he —usually— likes her so much, turns to sigh, “What, Evans?”

[sunsetsphantom]

@venuspoke asked: 🌿 ? from di 👀

( holiday ask meme )

luke isn’t who exactly decided to decorate the studio for the holidays, though he’s leaning most towards reggie. it’s not much, a few lights strung up, a tiny dollar store tree, and a santa claus figurine that definitely came from the trash, and he’s finding it hard to be really in the christmas spirit much. but it is kind of cute, he will give them that.

one thing he hadn’t noticed though, is the mistletoe hanging precariously just above the door and looking like it’s on it’s last limb of life. until now, that is when he just so happens to be caught underneath it with diana standing right in front of him. a nervous chuckle leaves his lips and a hand goes to rub the back of his neck. “oh, uh, well ... look at that.” he says with a shrug, trying to feign nonchalance. “well, uh, y’know what they say you’re supposed to do and all, but uh ... we don’t have to, if you don’t wanna. i’d never make you do anything like that, you know that right, di?”