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the purpose of this post is strictly to share that i’m crying over this face claim i found for sybill trelawney

[cinematicplea]

So, this isn’t going to be a well written want ad, one of those will come if she still hasn’t been taken by the time the site opens, but I thought I’d do a little check to see if anyone might be interested in making Pandora. I don’t have many specifics for her and Xenophilius’ relationship yet, just know it’s complicated. In my head she’s older than him and slightly more wary of the war at hand than Xeno could ever be. Unlike Xenophilius who’s a pureblood she’s got a lot more on the line as a halfblood with a muggle parent. Although she’s definitely part of the counter culture and uses creative outlets, she isn’t about starting a fight with her work like Xeno is with his zine. 

More so than any of this however, she wants to protect the now two year old Luna, even if it means keeping her away from Xeno for extended periods of time. But yeah, most of this is up for discussion as is the playby but if you’re interested in the one above it’s Xiao Wen Ju. If you’re interested please please please hit me up via message because I’d love to plot stuff out before the site opens <3

[exchangetheexperience]

rodolphus constans lestrange 33, apollo thomas, descendent

Gliding scion of the Proud and Venerable House of Lestrange, turned hands, cruciform standing in the doorway. He’d tell you he was stigmata, bred for this, the way it faceted his eyes and curved his nose. Brief, cold smile and sunken eyes, charismatic (a skill, not a gift) in the way he nodded, how he spoke; his voice significant baritone, somewhere that reached dark and deep and tumbled heavenward and simply oozed. Chimed with a sudden lightness, like how he could manipulate the sun rays, how light reflected and how he flipped it, hid in plain sight.

The way he turns to him, moving like tethered wrists, an attempt to snap the string that held him, causes Rabastan to hold his breath. “We should leave, Brother.” Lifting a cigarette to his raw lips, Rodolphus rubs at a spot on the forefinger of his leather glove, colored rust and oxidized, he says something similar to the edge of a blade, where it digs into him and Rabastan’s unsure if he minds the pain, “Now.”

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I am requesting Rabastan’s brother! Rodolphus Lestrange is a very quiet fellow, listens to Bauhaus and Bach, reads H.P. Lovecraft, and has a silverware collection. He is unsettling but comforting at the same time, he is the color of stained red, he is going to get lung cancer. He is distanced, observant, and impractical. He is impulsive, quick to take what he wants, he does as he pleases. Rabastan admires his brother, and is accustomed to hiding in Rodolphus’ cast shadow.

Contact me on here or on slack if you’re interested!! :~)

[neonoires]

open request: a rogue indie press group consisting of writers, artists, and photographers. most likely order sympathizers and slightly radical freedom fighters. basically, my girl denise nnadi (the chief editor) is having issues getting a real job and is kind of on the outs with the daily prophet and mainstream media. I am basically looking for a fun, friendly (yet competitive) group of creatives who are not into fluff pieces. this isn't a high paying gig lol so other jobs might be necessary. oh yeah! they might be young-ish. my inspo for this is radio free roscoe but.... print.

[lucreziab0rgia]

if i told you that i loved you,

tell me, what would you say?

if i told you that i hated you,

would you go away?

[ohdaigahara]

they’ve got delicate wings. she could break them, she thinks (but doesn’t say). soft eyes, too, as angels often do; they stare too long, too wide, too deep, past the brown of her eyes and the brown of her skin and the white of her scars until all that’s left is the throbbing heartbeat pounding out from her bony chest. they whisper gentle harmonies into her ears, as though any kind of calm could drown out the volume of this violence, as if they could keep her quiet, as if – blood on the kitchen floor, blood of the angels, & she breathes the words like oxygen from her lips: “you don’t give a fuck about us anyway.”

[edgarfknramirez]

AUSTOL LYOV YAXLEY

Blood Purity: Pure Age: 40 Zodiac: Capricorn Adjective: Warped Quote: “The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.” - Angela Carter (The Bloody Chamber) Allegiance: Death Eater