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doghouse97​:

Open || Midnight Run

Atlee loved the feeling of the breeze through his fur on nights like this. The air was crisp and damp around him, every breath brought the scents and tastes of his surroundings. As he sped through the forest, an odd scent caught his attention and the wolf shifted directions, curiosity overtaking him.

As the scent grew stronger he could hear the sound of someone struggling. He sped his pace as he started to get an idea of what was happening. As he finally lept into the clearing he saw the person sat on the ground, one leg wrapped in a trap. The wolf stopped a few feet in front of them, hoping not to scare them as he assessed the situation. “How did this happen?” He finally asked as his golden eyes shifted from their leg to their face.

Fuck, FUCK. 

The patriarch should have just taken his time -- and now he couldn’t even get away if he wanted to. In his worry, he had dropped his wand out of arm’s reach -- and not to mention, he wasn’t about to try to shift his leg to see if he could finally grab the stick. 

It could be days before someone finds me, he mused, grimacing as he simply gave up a bit to relax at the very least. His grey orbs flicked over to his wand here and there as the hours passed, at least to keep an eye on it. 

A stomach grumble -- as a weary sigh exited from his mouth, seeing the sun having gone down. 

And now... he had to fend for himself in the blasted dark... 

He tried to keep alert -- eyes carefully scanning around him, all senses on high alert. 

Finally, his vision tossed over towards the crunching noises in some bushes until an animal -- a wolf -- came out into the clearing. He braced himself for an attack, but... it never came. 

Furrowed brows and his usual coldness flew onto his face. 

“Er,’‘ he started, clearly unexpecting an animal to come to his rescue. . . . if it even was. “Bit.. of a long story. I was running away . . . fell, and got into this mess.’‘

. . . how humiliating.

doghouse97

Open || Midnight Run

Atlee loved the feeling of the breeze through his fur on nights like this. The air was crisp and damp around him, every breath brought the scents and tastes of his surroundings. As he sped through the forest, an odd scent caught his attention and the wolf shifted directions, curiosity overtaking him.

As the scent grew stronger he could hear the sound of someone struggling. He sped his pace as he started to get an idea of what was happening. As he finally lept into the clearing he saw the person sat on the ground, one leg wrapped in a trap. The wolf stopped a few feet in front of them, hoping not to scare them as he assessed the situation. "How did this happen?" He finally asked as his golden eyes shifted from their leg to their face.

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stories-of-the-multiverse​:

“… Hey… Hey buddy. You alive?”

Deimos found himself knelt down beside the motionless figure, torn between checking their pulse and not risk waking them up to a misunderstanding.

“Cuz if not, y’know, I’m callin’ dibs on your stuff.”

Deimos. Why are you like this-

Swimming -- 

That’s what his head felt like as he attempted to sit up. A groan escaped from him -- what the hell just happened? Still disorientated, the wizard dug into his inner coat pocket to pull out his wand towards the stranger. 

‘‘W-Who are you?” he cracked out, blood still pouring a bit down the side of his head.  

  stories-of-the-multiverse

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​: 

Feeling a little bold, Ellen raised an eyebrow and stepped away from the wall closing the gap between the two of them a little as she looked directly at him. “You don’t give up, do you?” she asked, curious. “Well why don’t you tell me what makes Malfoy’s so special and why I should just give it up?” 

Stauros’s eyes glinted a bit, as his form only found her advancement towards him amusing. Perhaps this could work out, afterall. ‘’I simply don’t,’’ he said, cracking a small traditional smirk of his onto his face. ‘’Hm . . . That could be a multitude of things,’’ he started, pausing briefly before continuing, ‘’ . . . I suppose firstly, we’re quite confident when we are sure of who we want. I could romance you all day long?’’

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loveperscvering​:

green eyes widening, wes ushered stauros inside quickly, bumping the door shut with her hip and leading him to the kitchen. “sit down.” she ordered, going into the bathroom to root around for the first aid kit. she returned with it a moment later. “coat off. what happened?”

A grunt , as he forced himself to continuation moving, despite the burning pain. It HURT ; but hopefully it’d be soon okay. Stauros moved his arms slowly to shrug off his coat. ‘’Oh . . . Just the usual family enemies . . . “ he trailed off a bit with a harsh cough. “Ugh,’’ he muttered.

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​:

Cont. from @formermalfoypatriarch​ || Stauros & Ellen (x) 

Ellen stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. “I’d call it more than a bit older. I’m flattered, truly I am, and don’t get me wrong, you’re very handsome. But are you sure you actually do?” 

A sigh flew out of his nose -- she was proving to be difficult. “Malfoys don’t give up . . . Yes, I’m sure,” he said, his voice quite a bit coldened despite the emotional talk. It was best to be composed. 

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thematriarchofhouseblack​:

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Walburga had only recently had her third son, Regulus.

The raven haired boy being seven and two years younger than his older brothers was both a blessing and a curse. Sirius is in his terrible twos, but Lucius is old enough to offer a bit of assistance when needed.

Abraxas, of course, is no help. Instead, they are back to their usual habits with a newborn added to the mix. This means pausing the duels when a shrill cry is heard and getting what little sleep is possible.

And today, Stauros is scheduled to meet his youngest grandson, only two weeks old. Abraxas is, thankfully, not home.

It will just be Walburga and her three sons.

Speaking of Stauros, she heads to the door with Sirius on her hip and answers.

Despite the recent events, she still looks as intimidating and poised as ever.

A sigh through the nose. 

It was only expected -- somewhat -- that his son seemed like a wild child to put it lightly, and on top of that, a WILD adult as well. Due to both platinum blondes not having the best history per se, Stauros had missed when the boy had been born. It certainly didn’t help that he had been busy at the time, either. 

He could only hope Walburga had a handle on the relationship, as crazy it had seemed. 

He straightened up and adjusted his cufflinks once more as he waited -- but finally, she had opened the door, and he snapped to attention. 

A touch of softness was on his otherwise coldened exterior, as he nodded at the woman. 

‘‘Walburga -- how are you today?” 

An attempt to HOPEFULLY break the ice. 

thematriarchofhouseblack

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loveperscvering​:

“what could possibly be so important that you’re on my doorstep at two in the morning?” wednesday asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes and reiterating the fact that it was disgustingly late - early? ugh. 

‘‘Example --” Stauros started, as he lifted the side of his expensive coat to reveal some blood on his clothes. A cough. 

‘‘Y-Yeah,’‘ he said, now a bit weakly, as he stood there. 

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fierykage​:

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​:

Open: m/f 25+ Connection: anyone younger than her, maybe someone who works for her, a friend’s kid/younger sibling etc. Nothing ta*boo please. 

“You don’t want me.” Ellen insisted, having stepped outside an lit up a cigarette, eyes falling onto them. “You want some kind of fantasy, and I get it. There’s a thrill there, it’s exciting, but you need to go out there and find someone your own age. You can have anyone you want, love. You don’t need to be wasting your time chasing me.”

‘‘... and what if I do?’‘ Stauros instantly retorted, grey eyes fixed onto her. A shrug. ‘’I don’t mind you being a bit older.’’

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loveperscvering​:

muse: wes open to: any and all!

“it’s two o’clock in the morning, can i help you?”

‘‘...So? This is important.” The platinum blonde pointed out. 

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formermalfoypatriarch​:

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THE REAL IMPORTANT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS PART 2

another random assortment for your enjoyment!

do they enjoy silence or find it too loud?

how many hours of sleep do they average per night?

would they ever skydive/paraglide/etc?

describe their dream home.  looks, location, decorations, etc.

can they roller skate/skateboard?  would they like to learn?

what’s their favorite dish to cook?  favorite dish to order out?

describe their dream vacation.  would they take anyone or go alone?

are they close to any of their family members?  

what is their idea of the afterlife?  does it scare them?

what’s their love language?  

would they describe themselves as beautiful/handsome/etc?  

did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them?  

what they wanted to be when they grew up vs what they do now.

what type of neighborhood did they grow up in?  do they still live there?

does their family/friends have any traditions they take part of?

who is their best friend?  how long have they known them?

do they have anyone they consider their enemy?  what did they do to gain that title?

did they have a rebellious stage as a teenager?  what did it involve?

what’s currently in their pockets/purse/etc?

how much cash do they generally carry with them?

do they celebrate any holidays?  what are the celebrations like?  do they have a favorite?

have they ever traveled outside their country?

are they an affectionate person?  how do they feel about pda?

if they were choosing an adventure to go on what would it consist of?

have they ever been in a physical fight?  what happened?

are they more likely to take the leader role or let someone else call the shots?

has anyone ever betrayed their trust?  do they still speak to them?

do they believe in magic?  why do they have this belief?

do they wake up on the first alarm, hit snooze, or have multiple alarms set? 

what’s the first major event they remember in their life?

what would their three wishes be if they found a genie?  

have they ever ended a relationship to pursue their career/education further?  what happened?

what do they consider their worst habit? 

are they good at explaining things to others?

how do they handle being upset/angry?  do they yell, cry, go silent, etc?

do they have any habits they believe are odd?

if they could hit redo on a single past event in their life what would it be?  would they do it if it meant changing the present?

what does their future look like when they picture it?  who’s there with them?

have they ever been to court?  what was the outcome?

what would they do for a klondike bar?

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askpolarisblack​:

“Then you move on, doing what you can to prevent it from happening again,” the teen responds, a surprising amount of sympathy from the girl.

Looking at the old man, she sees resemblance to the Malfoy of her generation.

“You, even if it doesn’t get better, get used to the feeling. I’d know.”

Hm, how interesting it was for her to be sympathetic, and understanding.most teenagers wouldn’t be able to focus on such matters and respond accordingly, so precise.

Stauros weighed her response, mulling it over within his mind. Then his grey eyes flicked to her finally, as he knitted his brows together. ‘’True... However, there is always a way to success in the situation, is it not?’’ Stubbornly answered. The Malfoys wouldn’t have survived all these centuries if they hadn’t been, afterall.

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

Stauros let out a shuddering breath.

Things had definitely been stressful as of late, but he couldn't let them get him down, now could he? He had to push forward, some way, or another. But how?

He lifted his head the slightest bit and looked over towards her.

''....perhaps,'' he slowly answered. ''But... what if everything like it's lost?'' He challenged.

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littlebrotherblack​:

“Why would I care who your wife is, sir?” he asks, maintaining his facade, “It isn’t my business who your wife is. I cannot help it if your son is unaware of the consequences of discussing topics meant to be kept private, or if someone else has taken to spreading rumors. If my family has said anything that is untrue, I apologize on behalf of them.”

Stauros sighed through his nose. Damn Blacks. Note to Self, don’t let any future generations have relationships to any Blacks...  

He smirked a little. ‘’You can drop the act anytime you’d like to,’’ he said gently, but in a hardened tone as well. He shrugged. ‘’Well- let’s just say some... rumors... can be dangerous, so to speak,’’ he said carefully, keeping sharp eyes on the other. 

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Your Result:lavender

oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

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“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

Stauros let out a shuddering breath.

Things had definitely been stressful as of late, but he couldn't let them get him down, now could he? He had to push forward, some way, or another. But how?

He lifted his head the slightest bit and looked over towards her.

''....perhaps,'' he slowly answered. ''But... what if everything like it's lost?'' He challenged.

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