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the LOST fancast no one asked for: (4/10)
bilius weasley as daniel faraday
“we’re the variables. people. we think. we reason. we make choices. we have free will. we can change our destiny.”
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the LOST fancast no one asked for: (3/10)
hestia jones as hugo “hurley” reyes
“hurley thought himself cursed. if asked, he would almost certainly have said he was not happy. yet he brought more happiness into the lives of his fellow survivors than anyone else on the island. whether he was dispensing smiles to cheer up depressed survivors, giving jin a thumbs up when he rose in the morning, organizing golf games, or distributing food from the dharma pantry, hurley was the supreme instigator of almost every movement towards what my generation called peace, love, and togetherness.”
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VOLLY NINE-NINE ( part one )
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TIME & DATE: 7:02 am LOCATION: hestia and frank’s home TAG: frank longbottom. @incertam
When the morning begins, it begins cold, with a shiver already running up Hestia's spine before her eyes even open, but she can feel the sun beam across her features that's enough of an alarm clock as she needs. It's habit now, for her hand to reach out across the mattress for the man beside her, her body relaxing even more when her fingertips graze the top of Frank’s arm that she’d know by touch even if they weren’t here, when she knows he didn't start getting ready for work just yet.
With a lazy smile, she moves closer to him to drape an arm across his waist, pressing a kiss on the back of his shoulder that's all she can see. Something comfortable in her movements, something that makes her heart feel full, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"How bad could it be if we just stay here?" her voice muffled as she speaks into his shoulder.
brcntides:
Beanie pulled low over his brow so as to fly under the radar, or at least attempt to do so, Sirius made his way down Diagon Alley. The once bustling street was a mere shadow of it’s former self - boarded windows, tattered wanted posters - gone were the days of chatter and laughter echoing down the cobblestones. He had got what he needed, the wrapped package tucked safely in his jacket, now it was simply a case of getting home without being spotted.
Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron, he glanced around. A few patrons slumped in corners, but other than that the place was empty. His gaze darted from the door that led through to the courtyard to the bar and back again. He had time for one drink, surely. Having never quite successfully been able to temper his impulsive streak, his mind was made up. Crossing over to the bar, he fished a handful of coins from his pocket. “A glass of firewhiskey.”
It’s not something Bilius is quick to admit, or maybe it doesn’t need saying at all, the lack of people he knows now in his life. When all that’s left is one final brother and what’s left of the Order, who he could find at all somedays. Which is fine most of the time, when Bill is an odd social creature, enjoying the company while still remaining more silent sometimes. His enjoyment of people shown in his features, in the crinkle of smile lines around the eyes, in odd behavior that doesn't match someone of his work, of his history, of the dark corners he has to venture in. He knows these bars well by now too, has known them when he sat here years ago recruiting people into a rebellion, telling stories of the dead while trying to to be arrested. Now, he’s just drinking. Also hoping he’s not arrested as he sat over the bar.
He was already watching the others slumped in corners when he spots Sirius is spotted in the large expanse of the room, Bilius almost wants to wave him over. Instead he just quietly calls to him, “None of the seats are taken, if you want one.” It’s quick the way he says it, maybe a little awkward because that trait will never be taken out of him, but not expectant.
☼ - bellatrix
minerva to bellatrix:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy(ed) your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
bilius to bellatrix:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
hestia to bellatrix:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
bennett to bellatrix:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me (only bc he has to really) |
☼ - emma
minerva to emma:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy(ed) your company | I want us to have a future together (order wise)| I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
bilius to emma:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me (only lowkey) |
hestia to emma: (have they even met yet?)
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval| I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
bennett to emma:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval| I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
Date: July 14, 1984 Ministry's Blood Ball Open
At this time of the night, there was already a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand that he was drowning in. It didn’t feel natural for him to be here, always rejecting pureblood society and being shunned from it, there’s not much of a way for him to walk among it now like he wished to be here. The polyjuice face helped in speaking to people in the way wearing a mask always does, still where he found himself was people watching at a table that’s been emptied for a while now. “These seats are free if you need one,” he called out to one of the people lingering by, he could see out the corner of his eye.
incertam:
{ OPEN }
She was late. Well, fashionably late in this case, if she cared about that. Her father hadn’t waited for her because he had to be there with Bitchtrix and make sure it was safe, and Mary hadn’t felt like dealing with that awful woman. So she had gone to get a burger to Muggle London before making it to the ball. She didn’t regret it though, as now she would only be there for an hour or two and then go back home.
Bilius would have described in detail the features of this polyjuice face to friends so he wasn’t even figuratively alone among this group of people at any time. Just enough description that when he made his way over to Mary, he wouldn’t seem like a total stranger. He really wished he thought of it too, to arrive late, he didn’t know someone could do that.
“If you were out getting food, please tell me you brought leftovers.” It's a total guess for the reason for her absence, but he's worked alongside her and known her this long that he's picked up some observations. “Name’s Oliver, it’s fantastic to meet you Ms. Moody.” He even held out his hand for her shake.
wanwcird:
Sybill couldn’t help her desire to lurk in the back and stick to the shadows as best as she could in a well lit ballroom. Even if the feeling of being followed hadn’t been ever present as a tingle up her spine, she would still have tried her best to hide herself away. It was a natural and inescapable desire not to have people in general anywhere near her. She knew they were necessary for her to work, but this was her free time and even if she felt compelled to attend the ball, she would try her damnedest not to mingle. Which was why when someone came within an five feet of her, she couldn’t help the slight glare.
While Bilius wasn’t a regular anymore of Knockturn Alley, he was there long enough to know of Sybill, enough to find her a wonder and hold his own questions about her work and the magic involved. He could believe her work to be real, with all his work, he wasn't here to state that impossibilities couldn't be real. His quiet nature here, closed off to avoid even the low-ranked Death Eaters, brightens up slightly when his mind fills with questions, when he doesn't realize he's been staring.
“Would you happen to be Sybill Trelawney?” He asked, no part of him deterred by her exterior, more part of it giving to his questions about her.
confessions meme:
send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse:
I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |
emmvxnity:
There was plenty to dislike about the annual Blood Balls. If the serpentine royalty looming in the background in anticipation of her next meal wasn’t enough, then the constant flux of Death Eaters pouring into the atrium with their shit-eating grins was sure to chip away at one’s mood. Emma found herself moderately unaffected by both. Six years and counting into the ball’s most honored tradition and the gruesome novelty of a man-eating snake had begun to wear out for her, and dealing with Death Eaters had all but become her life’s work by now, the mark on her bare arm standing in testament to that fact. No, it was the others that unsettled her.
The ones she’d come to avoid persistently over the years. The ones she only ever found reason to be in the same room with when it was mandatory of them. The ones she’d deserted.
She’d been staring off in thought when someone’s voice broke through. “Sorry, what?”
“I asked if the seat next to you was taken,” the only other nearest empty table was occupied by low ranked Death Eaters he wasn’t ready to spark up a conversation with. The Ministry believed the Weasleys were a dead family, but Emma knew him, but not this face and he’s not here to tell her it’s him.
He still remembered meeting Emma in the bar when he still told stories of him and his brother’s work that killed them. He remembered trying to recruit her, and seeing her in Knockturn when she never returned to the Order safehouses. If anyone else understands the running, it’s him. Before this reality, he was the youngest of four brothers, and two he watched die and he ran too for a time, but he came back. He got it, but that means nothing about respect because of where she ran, running to the executioners to avoid her own death was like becoming the executioner. Part of him believed she’ll come back, maybe because he had to, and he still wanted to hear everything she had to say about herself.
Rami Malek + leaning on his hand
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND LOOK INTO MY MOUTH
wanwcird:
Playing her part was becoming almost too easy, it almost felt natural to move around the party and know so many people, despite them mostly being people she should swear a hatred for. The glass in her hand certainly helped, but she couldn’t let herself rely too much on the crutch of alcohol. She had to remain alert. Marlene excused herself from the conversation she found herself almost trapped in, moving to stand beside someone else. “Tell me you’re having a better evening than I am.”
There's fondness shown when Marlene made her way to Hestia, a welcoming expression. She would forever be grateful for Marlene, for all she did for Frank, that both of them had someone close.
“It’s better with you here,” Marlene wasn’t the first person Hestia had said this to tonight, but still meant it with those she said it too. She couldn’t do as Marlene did, play a room or a part so easily, even when Hestia’s role here was much smaller than the other woman’s, both still needed to keep their heads. In Hestia’s mind, neither of them belonged here. She leaned closer to the woman, "If they come back to talk, you can say you agreed to eat with me or anything you want to say?"
brcntides:
“I’m not so sure about that, Hestia. I mean, aren’t they…. you know.” He replied, his voice growing quiet at the end of his sentence. Tilden had successfully managed to remain under the radar since his return (although perhaps his choice of attire that night was not quite in line with that) and was loathe to bring himself to the notice of anyone in the Dark Lord’s ranks. Tilden was no fighting man and preferred to keep his head in the sand - though head in the soil would perhaps be more accurate, given his occupation.
“It’s good to see you too, Hestia. How have things been?”
Her features softened when he trailed off, an arm on his upper am because she must show her wish to help when she couldn’t give to too many words here either even when all she could say waited on her tongue and clouded her thoughts. “I can ask for you if you really do want them? Forget everything I said if you don’t,” the last sentence was spoken almost too quickly. She’s not a fighter either, but she’s never left her head in the sands if she could help it, more just found other methods to share her thoughts. And in a reality like this, that effort turned into a cycle.
“Things will be better someday,” she gave in response. Her homelife was good, her friends, good. Reality could use some work, and that’s what she meant. “Did you come here with Holly?”
Date: July 14, 1984 Ministry's Blood Ball Open
The last thing Hestia planned to do when Nagini made its way near her was scramble and almost jump away, her hands held at her chest, and almost bumping into a chair. But its too late to take it back when she does.
She turned to the nearest person she drew near in her escape on accident, before even catching a good glimpse at who she spoke to, she asked, “Dance me, you?” the words stumbled out, and far louder than she planned, a bit breathless before she heard what she said. “I’m sorry, I meant dance? No, I mean, have you danced tonight yet?” One hand worried at her lower lip.