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Soooo it’s that time of year again where I’m a full time student and work a full time job that explodes with activity in preparation for Halloween horror nights. Therefore I do not have a single day off the whole week and can hardly take a moment to just sit and relax. It’ll be like this until November so I’ll be leaving temporarily but if things slow way down after that I’ll be back! I’m not that easy to get rid of >:)
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Other Houses: Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff
30 Greek Mythology Headcanons
Achilles: What is your greatest flaw? Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret? Antigone: What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done? Aphrodite: Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’d never have expected to feel for? Apollo: What’s the worst illness you’ve suffered from? Ares: What angers you the most? Artemis: Is there anything or anyone you would protect fiercely? Astyanax: What is the most tragic thing to have happened to you or involving you? Athene: When was your strongest and bravest moment? Clytemnestra: Have you ever done anything unforgivable out of lust? Demeter: What would you most grieve for if it was taken from you? Dionysus: What was your most unruly moment? Hades: Have your actions ever caused a great number of people to suffer? Helen: Do you have any spur-of-the-moment actions you regret? Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which? Hera: What are your views on marriage, and how - if at all - would you like to be wed? Hermes: Where would you most like to go, or where is your favourite place to be? Hestia: Where do you feel most at home? Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain? Medea: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done out of spite? Medusa: Have you ever been punished with anything you feel you didn’t deserve? Midas: Has anything you’ve ever wished for really backfired? Nike: What was your greatest victory? Oedipus: With hindsight, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received? Persephone: What is your favourite season? Phaedra: Have you ever lusted after someone you shouldn’t have? Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it? Thetis: What’s the most you’ve ever done for your loved ones? Zeus: What thing are you most hypocritical of?
Garrett Hedlund— YSL La Nuit de L’Homme Fragrance.
PLEASEEE change your FC to Bob Ross. I think that would be a class A game. Have you ever worn plaid?
While that is a change I would love to make, it's too late. I'm sorry. Don't cry.I have worn plaid, yes.
Just Like Him | Challenge 36 | Vulcan & Igor
The way Mulciber dismissed the idea of searching books for answers hinted once more that he knew more about these mysterious Knights than he was letting on, but Igor resisted asking more about it. Mulciber was sobering up, it would seem. A fact that he stated as he accepted his tea. Igor shrugged his brows. “Entertaining. Maybe. I am finding often that drunk people are entertaining only to other drunk people.” He constructed a sympathetic expression. “You are wanting water or anything or is the tea fine?” As drunk as Mulciber had been, he likely was not going to be feeling very well as sobriety returned.
He snorted at the cheerful phrase in Norwegian. The syllables were familiar, taking him back to Durmstrang, though it took him a moment to glean the meaning of the statement. He grinned and shook his head apologetically. “Ikke godt. Jeg glemt… det.. meste.”
He shrugged. “I have not spoken Norwegian since Durmstrang. I am not as good as I was before, clearly.”
Vulcan chuckled delightedly at a memory from his teenage years when he and his friend Caius would get wasted in their dormitory and just laugh and laugh at each others horrible drunken jokes. Igor made a great point. No one else ever thought it was funny when they were trying to sleep. The sudden realization that Vulcan hadn't actually laughed like that in years put the whole war into perspective. There was no more happiness anywhere. Only pain and death. And Vulcan played a part in that. Enjoyed his part in that. But he couldn't hold that memory in his mind while he did such horrible things. Sure he was being an asshole at the time, but he was happy. Everything he did now only gave him satisfaction and a sense of freedom and control, but he wasn't happy. He suddenly realized his face had drooped into a frown as he stared into space with his thoughts.
He snapped himself out of it and laughed at Igor's attempt at Norwegian. "Well, that was a valiant effort, but we can stick to English," he said. "Or you try teaching me some...whatever it is you speak...?"
Just Like Him | Challenge 36 | Vulcan & Igor
Igor wasn’t surprised that the question went unanswered and shrugged affably, fixing his expression into one of unassuming innocence. He didn’t want to spook Mulciber or upset him and unintentionally plant the seeds to create yet another enemy amongst his allies. Especially with the strong hint in Mulciber’s words that he was picking up on the intent in his questioning. So he focused on the returned question and made no further immediate effort to delve into the other wizard’s business. He cocked his head, shrugging a shoulder again as he pushed himself back to his feet. “I do not know. A year ago I did not know of the Death Eaters even. I will see what I can find out about these Knights maybe.” He gestured indicatively at the countless books around them. He had no idea if there was any mention of a Walpurgis or its knights in any of the volumes in the shop, but it might be worth a look.
"I do not have coffee, I do not think," he said in answer to the earlier question. "But I have tea. I will make some. You are welcome to stay until you are feeling better." He cast a quick Summoning spell in the direction of the breakroom at the back of the shop and waited for the faint rattling sound of the approaching tea set.
Once it settled down on the desk between them, he set about making the tea, sparing a moment to flash a small smile at the other man. “And I do speak Norwegian. Only a very very little though. And do not ask me to write anything in it.”
Vulcan glanced over at the books when Igor motioned at them. Books wouldn't hold the answer. Vulcan knew who they were. They weren't going to let their identities or whereabouts become known to anyone who might possibly write a book about them. "Maybe old Daily Prophets would be more useful than books," Vulcan suggested. "I doubt there'd be much information in here."
Vulcan tried not to make a face when tea was offered instead of coffee. He should consider himself lucky there were any hot beverages in this place at all. "Thank you," Vulcan replied. "I'm sorry I'm not as drunk as I was when you found me. I would have been far more entertaining." The truth was he was still a little drunk, otherwise he never would have made a joke about it. But sobriety was just as bad.
"Ah, vi kunne snakke dritt foran andre mennesker!" Vulcan announced in Norwegian. Igor probably didn't fully undersand it, though. It would be too good to be true. Most of the people he could have conversations with in a language other than English were back in Norway, and he had no intention of going back there.
Fanning the Flames // Vulcan & Arabella
Well, damn, so much for the man being so drunk that he couldn’t think straight anymore. Arabella quietly cursed her bad luck and her recklessness as she found herself peppered with questions. Very good and logical questions, she hadn’t expected him to be capable of such clear thoughts. More worrisome even, the man seemed suspicious.
She peered at the bottle he was offering to her, looking up to meet his eyes. It still left her deeply uncomfortable that she had been stripped of her only protection, the Disillusionment Charm. Too bad it wasn’t proper invisibility. “Well,” she said tentatively, and reached out for the bottle just as reluctantly. “That’s very generous of you, offering me a… drink.” Or poison. Or something very questionable, anyway. The glass felt cold in her hands when her fingers closed around it, brushing against the man’s before she abruptly jerked her hand back.
She cradled the bottle against her chest, but made no move to drink from it. “Very generous,” she said again, but the suspicious look she gave the bottle might have betrayed her dread anyway. No way was she going to drink it, not if she could help it anyway. She met his eyes again, trying for the sweetest smile she could manage. All damsel in distress, though she felt too old to play the helpless maiden card, and hadn’t cared for acting helpless back when she was young enough for it. “But sir, if you know where the Department of Magical Creatures is, wouldn’t you take me there? Please?” she pleaded. It didn’t take any acting to sound weak and scared. If she let herself think of the danger her friends were in, she was utterly terrified.
She brushed a strand of long, curly hair out of her face. “It’s dark and… Well, the Ministry is a little bit scary at night, isn’t it? All these shadows and the noises… You scared me half to death! And I have a terrible sense of direction. As you can see! Why, I can barely find my way home. If you would just take me there and then I won’t be a bother anymore!” What she would do if he agreed and she found herself all alone with someone who might be dangerous, she didn’t know. But she couldn’t let him get in the way of the Order members.
Vulcan didn't like the look the woman gave his precious potion, but he was more distracted by the way her hair was completely disheveled. Well, it wasn't really, but there were a few flyaways. And the pores on her face. They were all different sizes. A freckle or two tucked away in a corner. The way her fingers wrapped around the bottle. So many details. The potion was heightening his observational skills. A flutter of her eyelids told him she wasn't going to drink it. She didn't have to say a word.
"Oh, it's not alcohol or anything like that," Vulcan tried to reason with her. "It makes you super conscious of everything. It's almost like being omniscient. Maybe save it for later. Merlin knows I've had enough." Yes. He had had enough. He was babbling. Vulcan didn't babble. Ever. His senses might have been sharpened, but his brain-mouth filter was dissolving.
"Miss, I'd gladly help you any other night, but I have a purpose tonight," Vulcan replied. "Now, I don't know what it is yet, but I think if I just keep going down hallways I'll find it soon enough."
Something dawned on him, then. He would have to use that potion far more often. "Then again," he started slowly, narrowing his eyes at her, "I did notice how eager you are to have me show you the way. Why couldn't you just retrace your steps or go back the way you came until you find the lift? I think you're hiding something. That's why you don't want me down here. What is it? What's your big secret?" Vulcan stepped closer to her, standing up straight to use his six and a half feet of height to its full potential, and stared down his nose at her. He loved intimidating people, but for all he knew, she could really be lost. He wouldn't know without getting a few more words out of her.
68. Favorite school subject?
Holidays.
Vulcan’s favorite subject was charms. It was the one class he was actually good at.
55. Most used phrased?
Fuck you. Or sometimes fuck off.
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
Sprawled across the entirety of my king size bed.
39. Do you have any scars?
Big-ass burn scars on my back.
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Midnight at the Ministry
When was the last time she’d left work on time? Marlene couldn’t remember. It seemed foolish to leave when she still had work left to do. On good days that work was shifting through fresh tips on wanted Marks. Oh it was still petty work when compared to the rush of actually going out to make a collection but at least she could remind herself that any tip could lead her to one of those fuckers in her files. She’d stayed even later than usual, long after the last of her office mates had left her casting pointed glances at her surrounded by papers at her desk as they filed out the door. Fuck them. She’d taken a long lunch hadn’t she….a lunch that made her want to flush with a dangerous cocktail of emotions every time she thought of it. It also distracted her enough that when she turned a corner too sharply she nearly ran right into a man coming the opposite direction. She had to reach for the wall to keep herself from falling full into him.
"Fucking hell!"
Vulcan quite nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden solid body ramming into him at the corner. His mind had been elsewhere, not paying any attention to his surroundings. Perhaps not the best idea inside the Ministry of Magic, but so far there had been no suspicions of his extracurricular activities--aside from a few nights in Azkaban that were cut short by lack of condemning evidence. He liked walking around here, a Death Eater inside one of the headquarters of those most intent on finding him. Smugness was a very underrated emotion.
"Whoah!" Vulcan exclaimed. "Sorry. Must have dozed off midstep. Thought I was the only one still left here at this hour."
Midnight at the Ministry
Midnight. It had been a long day at work. One of the younger dragons was becoming more temperamental every day and Vulcan had been assigned to it as its main caretaker. He’d eagerly welcomed the challenge, but now was almost completely exhausted. He was zoning out as he stood in the lift and ended up getting off on the wrong floor. When he realized it, he just shrugged and kept walking. A little exploration never hurt anyone. Nor did walking.
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OMG WHAT R U DOIN TO MY FEELS STOP I CAN'T
thank you it makes me so happy to hear that YOU'RE AMAZING TOO LKDSJFLSKDJ
