𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒂

♕ penned by ella ♕

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daisychased‌:

lily   luna   ⟶   lily   evans        ( closed )

lily luna’s eyes fall into something of a squint as she spots the older red head. there’s something about her, something - strange. familiar, almost. but not incredibly so. she isn’t sure where, when, or how - but she’s known she’s seen lily’s face before, despite knowing they haven’t spoken. she’s about to let it go when she notices the handle of a wand sticking out. unable to set her newfound curiosity to the side, lily luna makes her way across the garden, a red solo cup in hand ( don’t worry, it’s fruit punch ). “happy to see me, are you ?” she smirks, green eyes jumping between lily and her slightly visible wand.

@upsidcdowns

the sound of an unfamiliar voice damn near sends lily into cardiac arrest. she yeps, and her hands fly up and her card slowly flutters down to the ground, and it’s a mess. it’s truly a mess. bright green eyes ( the very same green as her son’s ) widen as they take in the stranger ... who isn’t quite a stranger, but lily doesn’t know that yet. slowly, she glances to the wand handle sticking out of her jacket pocket, and is quick to tuck it further in. “bullocks,” she mutters, pursing her lips. “quite the opposite. you’re a sneaky one, aren’t you ? i didn’t even hear you walk up.” perhaps that was because she was so blindsided by the mothers day card that she’d tuned out everything else, but that was something lily was likely to never admit. “can i help you with something, or are you just passing by ?” and despite her irritation, there was something else hidden in lily’s tone. was it ... affection ? for a girl she’s never met ? who knows. all lily is sure of is that there’s this tether. one that she can’t even properly describe, tugging between her and this teenager. “have we met before ?”

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eastsiides‌:

closed for  ━   𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 !

          “ROXY, HAVE YOU ALWAYS been this short ?” james questions as he approaches his cousin, a crooked grin gracing his features. “or did i really just get taller ?” he’s only teasing, that much is abundantly clear, though he makes sure to prepare himself for the backlash he’s going to receive from his fiery cousin. “anyways, i have a question t’ask you – a sirius one, this time. ha – get it ? sirius – serious ? ah, i love puns.” / @upsidcdowns

roxanne is in the middle of an amusing banter with someone else when james’ voice interrupts her thoughts. she whirls around to face him, current conversation completely forgotten as she raises her hands to push against his stomach. “fuck off, james ! we get it, you’re tall, ha-fuckin’-ha !” she glares at him, folding her arms over her chest. “if you make the pun, i swear --” and then he does it. roxanne lets her head fall forward, releasing a sigh. of all the people in the world to talk to right this second, it had to be james. it just had to be. “what do you want ?”

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daisychased‌:

lily   luna   ⟶   roxanne   weasley        ( closed )

“this party’s wretched,” lily grumbles. she idly pushes around the contents of her plate with her fork in an attempt to avoid surveying the garden. every time she catches a glimpse of a party guest getting cozy with their mum, her chest swells with thick jealousy. they’d only been there about fifteen minutes and lily’s just about ready to riot. “we gave it a shot ; i don’t see either of ‘em, here. can we go now ?” 

@upsidcdowns

roxanne would be lying if she said she hadn’t been searching for her mother from the very moment she arrived at this lame party, all whilst remaining glued to lily luna’s side. there is the slightest hint of sadness filling her gaze when she comes to terms with the fact that angelina probably isn’t there, and answers her cousin with a half-hearted nod. “i s’pose we can go now, yeah.” 

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fairvercna‌:

     ❝ it’s not much of a mother’s day present, ❞ hope admits, her fingertips idly tracing over the binding of the brown journal in her lap. ❝ i wanted to do what you said. ❞ she taps on the leather a couple of times before forcing herself to look up, pushing away her nerves. despite feeling anxious about handing over her private thoughts, hope’s on the verge of smiling. it’s still feels impossible to be able to have a face to face conversation with her mom. ❝ so i—i did, or rather, i tried.. and then i wrote it all down. it was my way of talking to you, i guess you could say ? i don’t know. it might be a little—detailed. i guess wasn’t ever expecting you’d actually get to read it. ❞ @upsidcdowns

hazel eyes drop to the leather bound book that hope holds out towards her, and hayley’s heart breaks just a little bit. in this journal is everything that she’s missed in her daughter’s life. every accomplishment, every mistake, every hope and dream and wish upon a star. the wolf takes that journal and hugs it to her chest, closing her eyes. “oh, kid -- you have no idea what this means to me.” held up to her heart was every conversation they should have had. every memory they should have shared. a small smile plays at hayley’s lips and she holds her arms out to hope, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she waits for her daughter to step into her embrace. “i love it. i love you. thank you.”

[tuffuny]

Raven is my favorite female superhero. I love her nonchalant attitude. She’s the coolest chick I know.

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ofcuriosum‌:

Lois spotted the girl floating and tried to get a closer look, until she bumped into something that made her presence known. “Sure, we could talk about that. Or the fact that you were just floating. Personally, I know which one is more interesting.”

“pointing out the obvious seems interesting to you ? that’s disappointing.” and just because she can, raven wills herself to float up into an upright position, feet dangling mere inches off the ground. “care to take pictures, reporter ?” that’s right -- raven knew who lois lane was. she was almost positive that everyone from where she came from knew about lois.

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oflur‌:

chloe hadn’t meant to spy on this…. the word alien comes to mind, although she’s not positive that’s what is before her, floating like some mythical being. either way, it is why she accidentally drops her entire stack of books. the remark following leaves a smirk on chloe’s lips, a short huff of laughter following. “ you’re right, i’m the strange occurrence here. not to interrupt more than i already have, but what is happening here ? ”

“strange occurance ? no. you’re just the one making loud noises,” raven deadpans, laying back so that she’s fully sprawled across the floor. she wouldn’t admit it, but the less than graceful landing hadn’t exactly felt all that great. “i was meditating until you ruined it. so thanks, i guess.”

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miiscrator‌:

Dimitri was in his own world, as memories of Russia filled his mind. Even though it’s been a while since he seen, or been in his mother country it didn’t mean that somethings still didn’t haunt him in a new place, or time. “A? Izvinite, ya zabludilsya.” Dimitri explained, before he was shaking his head to clear out thoughts of Russia. “Are you alright?” The brunette questioned, while dark hues scanned over the girl.

the demoness only stares at the stranger as she pushes herself back into an upright position. she knew very minimal russian, but it was spoken so fast that she missed most of what he’d said. “i’m fine,” she answers, assuming he was reiterating himself in english, shifting to stand up. “annoyed that my concentration was broken, but otherwise fine.”

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shearedroses‌:

“Yeah, well, it’s not everyday you literally stumble on someone hovering above the ground.” Blaine gulped. “How did you do that?” He looked around for wires, but doubted there were any. He dusted the forest floor from his jeans and stared at the woman in fear, hoping she didn’t kill him on sight with her powers. 

the only response that raven has at first is a loud, clearly annoyed sigh. this was always how it started. how did you do that ? what else can you do ? are you going to hurt me ? question after question, always ending in a splitting headache and a desire to become a hermit. “relax, i can feel your fear from here. i don’t bite.”

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acvnitum‌:

hank just stared as the glass was lifted up and put itself in a corner. “what the-?” he’d seen a lot of weird things in his life, but.. magic wasn’t one of them. “uh. not personally, no. the department will do that.” he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “sorry about that.”

“i’m not the one who is owed an apology,” raven corrects, directing her piercing gaze right at hank. “it’s not my library.” she could probably fix that window, but at the moment, she just wanted the man to feel a bit bad for destroying someone else’s property. “the guy that you were chasing is hiding in that broom closet over there. he, unlike you, managed to open the window. without breaking it.” 

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dandelionwines‌:

THE SOUND OF THE INCANTATION draws bella’s attention. she’s content with silently observing, moving about the dusty book store without so much of a creak of the floorboard. but the crash is so loud that it nearly makes her jump. her eyes whip towards the noise only to see kreacher toppled over in the doorway. bellatrix lets out an annoyed grunt in response. ever since the senile elf found her, he has yet to leave her alone. her eyes roll and she can sense a headache in her future. ❛ yes, yes. we’re all impressed. now show us you’re able to make an exit just as entertaining. ❜

the sight before her is ... surprising, to say in the least. raven has seen a great deal of things. she’s had her fair share of demons, of interdimensional travel, of meta-humans galore. but never in her life has she come face to face with something ( or someone ) like kreacher. her surprise doesn’t show on her face -- she opts for a more neutral expression instead. purple eyes shift from the elf to his mistress, head tilting ever so slightly to the left. she could ( quite literally ) feel bellatrix’s irritation, and that alone brought the smallest of smiles to her lips. “he’s yours, i presume ?”

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lacunxhq‌:

  “Whoops sorry about that.” Alice said and chuckled lightly as she looked at the other. “I was trying to be as quite as possible but somehow that didn’t really work out well.”

rae doesn’t even bother to look up at the woman, instead placing her focus on once again bringing herself back into a hovering position. once steady in the air, she crosses her legs and closes her eyes, releasing an irritated sigh. “obviously not,” the titan agrees, peeking through one barely open eye to finally get a look at the blonde. “are you going to just stand there or do you have something to do ?”

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mxgicisms‌:

lately all myrcellas thoughts had been on her home, and her family. she missed kings landing, and she even missed dorne. she was lost in thought when she realized someone was standing in front of her. “oh, sorry am i in your way?” the kind princess asked.

“gee, how’d you know ?” roxanne quips, placing her hands on her hips. “s’not like i’ve been standing here for five bloody minutes tryin’ to get ya to move or anything.” 

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fcithfuls‌:

Since arriving on the island, Charlie had done the best she could to figure out what was going on. After meeting the Winchesters and her travels through Oz with Dorothy, she thought she’d at least be a little prepared to deal with this whole situation. She knew what kind of thing she was looking for, after all, and knew the kind of research she had to do. Or she thought so. Her searches into various monsters and types of magic had come up with nothing useful or accurate, but she wasn’t the type to give up so easily. Nothing, until she stumbled upon something that was too accurate, much like she had the last time she’d researched monsters.

At first, she’d thought it was a kind of fanfiction; Carver Edlund’s ‘Supernatural’ books weren’t popular, but they had enough of a following that Charlie knew for a fact that the fanfiction existed. Not that she was judging, of course. She loved fanfic, but it was weird to think that people had been writing it about the men she’d come to see as her brothers. But no, a few episodes into the show and she was pretty damn sure that it wasn’t fanfiction. She should have stopped watching the moment she worked out it was real, but much like when she first discovered the books, she was hooked in search of information. The show, like the books, had seemed to gather together a lot of the monster lore into one place. It was no Men of Letters bunker, but it was all she had right now. 

Then, Charlie found the fandom. Oh boy, the fandom. In hindsight, she really should have known better; she knew fandom better than anyone. 

Apparently not. 

“Nope,” she called just a little too loudly, eyes wide as she swiped frantically at her phone screen while definitely disturbing the person sat next to her. For the most part, what she’d seen had been flattering. That had surprised her, really. but then she’d gotten carried away and wandered too far and– “Nope, nope. I am out. I am not here for this. Did not want to see that and never want to see that again. Peace out, bitches.” 

Once her phone screen was free from the supernatural fandom, she shoved it in her pocket and leaned back against the bench with a huff. “Dude, when people say you shouldn’t Google yourself, they’re so not kidding.”

she was exhausted. so terribly tired that even sitting here, on this park bench, was enough for her to find enough peace to close her eyes. or well ... she thought that it was peaceful. everything was excellent, bloody perfect even, until the woman beside her yelled loudly enough to trigger zahrah’s fight or flight reaction. the witch jumps up to her feet, eyes wide and alert, scanning the park for any oncoming attackers, chest heaving as she pants. 

it’s only when she’s decided that nothing was happening that she turns to the redhead, irritation glinting in her eyes. “do you have any other volume or are you always this exceptionally loud ?” she places a hand to her chest as if that would be enough to calm her thundering heart, letting her head drop a bit so that she could gather her bearings. “fuck, you really gave me quite a fright.” the snake takes her seat again, pulling her legs up to her chest. she could feel her exhaustion creeping back up her spine, but for now she would dutifully ignore it.

“you ... googled yourself ?”

[ezramason]

&  M A N O N  B L A C K B E A K 

Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but humans didn’t need wine, either.

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fcithfuls‌:

While some people liked to bird watch, Castiel liked to bee watch. It was a simple, peaceful hobby, but bees were fascinating insects, and he could probably be entertained by them for hours on end if he had the time. He was usually much too busy, but right now, he had a couple of hours to spare and needed to relax. So there he was, sat on a bench with the sun beaming down on him, gaze following a couple of bees nearby. A smile curled at his lips and his eyes were alight with interest. 

It gave him the strangest sense of deja vu, but figured this was simply something he’d done a few times before he lost his memory, and he didn’t want to think about that too much. Not right now. No, now he just wanted to relax. 

As one of the bees buzzed out onto the path, his smile faltered. Someone was walking right towards the tiny creature, and Castiel all but leaped out of his seat. “Stop,” he said urgently, panic evident in his deep voice. “You’re about to step on a bee.”

lily freezes in her spot on the sidewalk, her to-go cup of tea paused just before she could take a sip. who on earth .. ? she glances over her shoulder to see who possibly would have needed her to so direly stop in her tracks, only to come face to face with a stranger that she couldn’t have placed a name to even if it were the only way to save the world. she blinks one, twice, three times before slowly taking a step back, eyebrows furrowing once she notes the panic in his words.

“i’m about to -- what ?” she whips her head to look down at the ground, only to see the insect, casually chilling on a leaf that had fallen onto the sidewalk. “is it dead ?” she questions, though she’s asking no one in particular as she kneels down to take a closer look, yelping in surprise as the tiny creature begins to move again. that’s when she sees it -- the broken wing. “oh, poor little guy ...” lily sighs in disappointment, gently lifting the leaf to hand it to the panicky bee man. “he’s not going to make it much longer.”

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fairvercna‌:

     it all happens so fast. one second she’s walking down the street, the next she’s being swarmed. the gaggle of teenagers swallow her whole, cutting off her path as they get closer and closer. carrie holds her breath as her belongings are ripped from her, only to be dumped onto the ground. when her eyes finally open, they’re gone, but the ghosts of their cruel taunts still haunt her. there isn’t a hint of surprise on her face ; only sad acceptance. this isn’t the first time this has happened. a trembling hand moves to her shoulder, and she winces at the pain. surely, there’d be a bruise there later. carrie tucks her blonde hair behind her ear before lowering to the pavement, sighing as she gathers the contents of her bag. 

manon can only watch as the crowd disperses from around the teenager, golden eyes full to the brim with unchecked rage. were she not a firm believer in fighting your own battles, there was no doubt that the witch queen would have stepped in and quickly put an end to the taunts that still echo down the sidewalk. she approaches carrie on near silent feet, and the closer she nears, the more curious manon becomes. there is a power within this girl, one that manon could sense from across the town if she were tuned in enough. she blinks down at the blonde before gracefully kneeling beside her, lifting a few belongings up to help make things just a bit easier. “has this happened before ?” manon asks, despite already knowing the answer. she could see on the young girl’s face that this was not a first time offense. that alone made manon want to see them bleed.