#lightofherces

[exheroibus-moved]

@lightofherces (x)

Jacob sighs, his brows contorting in frustration as they often did any time he tried to converse with Leah. It was almost never a pleasant experience, though he wished that it could be. 

“Look, I was stupid okay? I didn’t like the idea of my life or my destiny or whatever you want to call it being controlled any more than it already has been. I thought I could make my own path, that I really wanted to, but I realize now that’s not exactly possible.”

[demagia-moved]

@lightofherces​ (x)

“You’re absolutely blushing.” Fred replies with a cheshire like grin forming on his face. “George, wouldn’t you say she’s blushin?” He replies, nudging his twin and ignoring her request to be passed a quill.

[pureblooded-archive]

“Drifting off again, are you?”

owl for Marcus from Rose @lightofherces​

“Maybe,” he replied, rubbing his eyes. “Not much else to do here, is there?” 

Marcus was stuck in the hospital wing after sustaining an injury during practice. A bludger to the head required overnight observation. 

“I mean, you could entertain me in other ways,” he gave her a devious grin.

[gnostis]

new thread from xxxxxx

           hermione tried playing the moment back in her mind, trying to decipher what he had exactly said. she noted the flush on his cheeks, wondering if it had been something revealing or embarrassing. ‘ george.. ’ she starts, stepping closer to him to create a little more privacy between the two. ‘ you know you can tell me anything, right? ’

[lexpxrdus]

@lightofherces​ asked ‘ 🚬’ to find dick smoking a cigarette - 

“If the word disappointment even crosses your mind, I’ll never speak to you again.” Dick threatens between inhales and exhales. Smoking isn’t something he usually does - maybe it’s a response to the strict regimen he keeps himself on, maybe he’s just more stressed than usual today. Whatever the reason, he’d found himself a quiet spot outside to sneak a quick cigarette. “I mean it. DOn’t lecture me, because I don’t care.”

[theamazondiana]

“After all, we’ve been through hell.” (arthur)

“To be fair, a good chunk of our problems are from you messing around,” she teased. “But-- no doubt, we’ve weathered worse.”

[gemino-voldemortarchived]

◯ (Harper)

Send a ◯ for our muses to be handcuffed together for the duration of a thread

“This is exactly why I never accept help from a Potter.” Not one Potter seemed to know how to listen, Harper included. They might as well have been born without ears considering that they never used their own when it was needed. 

[musamulta-a]

@lightofherces​ (for Marion)

“If I were to, say... take your cousin on a date... a muggle date. What is the least possibly disastrous way to handle it. I’m already set on a public date, not a private one. We’ve done... enough unofficial private ones.”

[exheroibus-moved]

@lightofherces (x)

Tula watched as one of her closest friends swam away from her, her chest fluttering with something akin to fear. She was a soldier at heart, she had never felt anxiety over a battle. On this day, however, if she were not careful the feeling could cripple her and leave her weak and vulnerable in the midst of a fight. 

The girl put up her walls and swam into the fight, pushing all thoughts of Kaldur to the back of her mind so that she could concentrate and not let the anxiety get a suffocating grip on her. 

When it is over, however, the battle won.... the anxiety returns with full force, wrapping it’s awful claws around her throat and choking her. Where was he? Where was Kaldur?

[demagia-moved]

@lightofherces​

Bill wouldn’t tell Mia as much, but he knew exactly where the pub was that they were meeting his friends at. Instead of apparating straight there though, he’d feigned ignorance and had apparated them into the general area to give them time to talk alone as they walked together to the pub.

“You look nice.” He comments a bit awkwardly, not sure what was crossing a line and what wasn’t. It was much harder than expected to go back to being friends after you had dated for years and lived together too. 

[pureblooded-archive]

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“Is that a hickey or did someone try to tear your throat out with their teeth?”

“Which one do you think it is?” Marion asked, raising a brow as she did a spell to cover up the hickies on her neck. “Don’t worry, it’s not going to affect the way we play the match.” She promised him with sharp grin as her brown eyes sparkled a bit with mischievousness.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed. “Are you certain it’s not from one of those Weasley twins you insist on hanging around all the time? Honestly, you should be kicked from the team purely for that.” Though he didn’t think Snape would buy into the reasoning, especially seeing as she was actually a decent player.

[gnostis]

closed starter for @lightofherces​

            she’s startled when hands slam against the table in the common room, looking up form her transfiguration book to see george’s aged up form. teeth bite bottom lip gently to prevent any giggles from escaping. ‘ well george, i see that the potion that i warned you about backfired. ’ leaning back she takes his appearance into full view, noting he now took on the age of an extremely old man, his now white hair sticking out everywhere. ‘ and what do you need from me, hm? ’

[lexpxrdus]

@lightofherces​ continued! -

“If we don’t stop running, they’ll catch us anyway.” Remus reasoned, trying to mask his exhaustion. “We’re getting sloppier, and that means they’re finding us quicker.” Which, in turn, means more running. It’s a vicious cycle, and it’s one that Remus desperately wants to break out of as soon as possible. 

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this, James.”

[lokibannerpool]

“This is what a Frenchman would call caliente fiesta!” (James @ Wade)

“Fuck yeah it is, baby!” Wade exclaims, easily matching James’ enthusiasm as he slaps the wizard’s ass. 

That wasn’t even French. Shut up! He’s so fucking hot when he’s wrong.

[lionveincd]

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer (Ron)

What is he doing? Cormac’s eye are wide and hesitant as he looks across the Leaky Culdron to see ron waving him closer. At first he shakes his head. It’s a horrible idea. As much as he might like to lead a normal life, one that allowed him to go sit with the man he-- He stopped his own thoughts before he could allow them to go further. No, sitting with Ron’s family for dinner at the Leaky sounded painfully uncomfortable. He shook his head at Ron. A Blatant ‘no’, and then turned his back. He was so nearly out the door when his own conscious forced him to look back. Ronald wasn’t pining. He wasn’t staring after him like a puppy, but Cormac could tell there was a dissapointment. He’d spent enough time now getting to know Ron’s silent habits and expressions. He groaned to himself, turning back to the bar and having a shot quickly before moving toward the Weasley family. “Uh. Hey.” He looked down at Ron for some form of direction, anything to help ease the panic in his chest.

[exheroibus-moved]

@lightofherces​

As the dream faded, she chased it, desperately clawing at the visions swimming in her head in an effort to keep them from disappearing as her eyes fluttered open. Artemis rolled over, slamming her hand down on the alarm clock so that it would stop blaring through the cold room. She was angry at the clock for stealing away her dream and her happiness along with it, knowing she would give anything for a few more minutes in such a lovely dream. A dream where he was there beside her, holding her on New Year’s Eve at the stroke of midnight and brushing a kiss against her frozen lips.

Sighing, the blonde sits up as Brucely whines at her feet likely needing to go outside. She stands and moves to the bathroom, relieving her bladder and brushing her teeth before grabbing a coat to throw over her pajamas.

“Come on, Brucely,” The woman says with a soft yawn as she heads out of her bedroom and into the hall. Before she follows the pitbull downstairs, she peeks her head into the room next to her’s, one that held a small boy with bright red hair who was still sleeping soundly. Artemis smiled softly to herself before gently closing the door, not wanting to wake her son before she heads downstairs.

The kitchen is chaotic as usual as the woman walks through to the front door, kissing Lian’s head as she passes. The toddler was already covered in fruit loops and seemed to be wearing more of them than she had eaten. She doesn’t speak to Roy as she lets the dog out, doesn’t even speak to him until she returns and pours herself a large cup of coffee and takes a sip.

“Morning.”