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what up, friends! i’m rhys, and i wanted to come back to tumblr without juggling a dozen blogs, therefore i’m here with a no-frills multimuse rp blog featuring muses from bnha, hq, hp, mdzs, tma, and more! check out my muselist for a complete list! 

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anyway fuck jkr, there are trans students at hogwarts and minerva advocates for them / when she becomes headmistress she heads some initiatives to make both social and physical transitioning easier for students and absolutely doesn’t condone transphobia in any form thank u for coming to my tedtalk

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happy birthday to the only witch in the world minerva mcgonagall

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in like a week this blog’ll be three years old

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❛ i love saying “my wife”, it sounds so adult. ❜ (from Remus)

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     Minerva snorts a laugh at that – she can’t help but be of the mind that pointing out how adult you sound immediately makes you sound less adult. Surely proper adults don’t go around marveling at how adult they are; they just get on to business. 

     Then again – then again, this is one aspect of adulthood she’ll gladly take over the others. A large part of her still can’t believe that she of all people got married in the middle of a war, when there are so many other things to be focusing on. Except. Except that it’s brought a bright spot to what would otherwise be a whole lot of darkness (just like Dumbledore’s always saying, and of course he’s right). She feels entirely too adult entirely too much of the time, these days, in all the grimmest ways: exam stress feels so easy and so far away, now, when she, both of them, are carrying the responsibilities of war, of keeping their loved ones safe, of holding forth a resistance.

     Yes, with that in mind she’ll take the adultness of the word wife over the rest of it any day, a little bit silly or not.

     “A little too adult, if you ask me,” she responds primly, and only the sparkle in her eye betrays her fondness and her amusement. “People keep calling me Mrs., and I really don’t know that I like it, it makes me sound about forty.” She’s already itching to get out of her Ministry job, as soon as this war is over and they’ll let her loose – just you watch, she’s going to go and work at Hogwarts just so everyone has to call her Professor instead. Much nicer ring to it, that. 

     “But,” she concedes, and lets the sharp little smile of hers curve across her lips as she leans forward to press a quick kiss to Remus’s cheek. He really is entirely too cute. “I suppose there’s a certain charm to calling you my husband, too. For example, my husband is never going to get any work done if he keeps getting distracted by how adult he thinks he sounds.”

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Minerva-

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A N G S T   M E M E   V I V E C

been cheated on  |  been bullied | told a horrible lie  | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital  | had a near-death experience  | been drugged |  done drugs |  smoked  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days |  been tortured  | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved appreciated/valued you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed  | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

tagged by: @holmesdepot tagging: not sure who’s active on the dash rn, so just do it if u wanna !

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elphinstone.

SURELY he has died. He’s certain of it. Why else would he be seeing Minerva, HERE, in the garden, well before her usual time home ? And yet the longer he looks at her ( he can only just turn his head to look her way ) the LESS certain he is that his WIFE is just a specter summoned in the the THROWS of his death. She kneels next to him, panic in her voice, and he KNOWS her to be real.

He has HOPE.

It continues to HURT but doesn’t as he lifts his uninjured hand all of a CENTIMETER to point to the plant he had inadvertently crushed upon the onset of the paralysis. Given his current state, he’s not all too BOTHERED by losing it. Then he looks DOWN towards his right side and forces out words as best as he can.

❝ Bot…tle… pock…et… ❞ It’s all the more he can MANAGE as the poison creeps STEADILY towards his vital organs. Elphinstone can feel his heart constricting already, and he knows he doesn’t have much time left. He HOPES she understands. Just in case…  ❝ Love… you… Min… erva. ❞

     Minerva’s eyes lock with Elphinstone’s, begging their swimming, unfocused pupils to see her, to prove to her that he’s still here. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t see his wound at first, doesn’t take in the source of the bleeding until he moves his hand, just enough to gesture at the plant lying strangled and crushed. And she may not be the gardener and herbologist that Elphinstone is, but she recognizes the Venomous Tentacula when she sees it.

     “Oh, Elph,” she gasps, horror and reproach and fear. She’d said it was hardly a safe thing to plant in a garden, she’d known it was dangerous, but Elphinstone had said he enjoyed the challenge, and now--

     “Don’t you dare,” she snaps shakily in response to his weak, rattling declaration of love. Fear and urgency pushes her to movement, and she’s scrambling to do as he says, to reach inside his pocket and pull out the vial inside. “Don’t you dare act like that, don’t you dare die on me after everything else, I won’t allow it,” and it’s a forced bravado that keeps the words coming out, but hasn’t she always tried to hold back fate with the power of her will? 

     Her hands close around the bottle and she yanks it out, fumbling for the cap only to realize she has no idea -- is this ingested or topical? Should she be pouring it on the wound or into his mouth? God damn it, she isn’t Pomona or Horace or Poppy or Elphinstone himself, but if she loses him because she didn’t know what to do with the antidote -- no, her brain tells her, dredging up the information, Venomous Tentacula venom spreads throughout the body in a manner of minutes, surely that amount of poison can’t be drawn out from the wound after it’s started to spread, it must be ingested--

     So, with shaking hands, her own breath loud in her ears, she tears off the cap of the bottle and tips it over Elphinstone’s mouth, bracing one hand under his neck. “Please,” she whispers, and then has the horrifying thought, the absolutely terrible thought that if this doesn’t work -- if it’s too late -- then she’ll regret it forever if the last words she said to him weren’t...”Please, I love you--”

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11 & 13

@all-my-potter-babies || questions for muns of canon muses || accepting!

13 is answered here!

11. For book muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?

oh, wow, this is a difficult question. i’m not sure there are any scenes from the books that i can say i hate. for me, if i “hate” a scene, i think it’s because it’s done badly, that the characterization was wrong in some way. i don’t “hate” scenes even if bad things happen to my character, as long as it’s done well -- because i’m still just happy to see them in action and in conflict. so, like, i could say i hate the scene where minerva takes all those stunners, for example, but i don’t; it’s a great character moment, even though she doesn’t really get to do much.

i can’t really think of any scenes with minerva from the main books that i’d say i hate; i like them all because she’s in them lmao. but uh, can i count cursed child? because boy does that give me a better pool to draw from. it’s probably obvious, but i hate the scene where harry tells minerva she can’t understand because she doesn’t have children! because it’s incredibly insulting to her!

here’s the excerpt:

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: Harry, you've been put under enormous pressure, the loss of Albus, the search for him, the fears as to what your scar might mean. But trust me when I tell you, you are making a mistake.  HARRY: Albus didn't like me before. He might not like me again. But he will be safe. With the greatest respect, Minerva -- you don't have children --  GINNY: Harry!  HARRY: -- you don't understand.  PROFESSOR McGONAGALL (deeply hurt): I'd hope that a lifetime spent in the teaching profession would mean . . .  HARRY: This map will reveal to you where my son is at all times -- I expect you to use it. And if I hear you don't -- then I will come down on this school as hard as I can -- using the full force of the Ministry -- is that understood?  PROFESSOR McGONAGALL (bewildered by this vitriol): Perfectly.

i don’t even think i have to explain why the idea that harry would speak to minerva this way is just. deeply distasteful and insulting to her character. like, obviously there’s the point we all know about and rightfully disdain, the “you don’t have children,” as if she hasn’t spent her life raising children, but also? she’s hogwarts headmistress? and you’re threatening her? not only are you asking her to dedicate her time to chasing down a couple of children as if she doesn’t have actual responsibilities (earlier he tells albus that minerva will “watch your every movement” and “come flying” if she sees them together, as if she has nothing better to do!), but you’re explicitly threatening to bring the might of the ministry down on her if she doesn’t fall into your beck and call?

it’s just. deeply insulting to me, that slight on minerva’s character, on her authority, and on her position in harry’s life. which is a part of why i dismiss cursed child; i’m not really complaining about minerva’s characterization here, but of harry’s, because i refuse to believe that that’s who he grows up to be, no matter his intentions.

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What canon character do you really wish your muse could interact more with?

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oh, umbridge, for sure.

i’ve always wanted to do a thread with an umbridge -- the animosity would be wonderful. bonus points if they’re forced to work together for some reason despite absolutely loathing each other.

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What is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

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oh, plenty.

for one thing, i developed her whole family; we knew about her parents and brothers and the fact that nieces and nephews existed, but i gave them birthdays and hogwarts houses and occupations and, in the case of the nieces and nephews, names, all in a timeline here

we got to see some of her history in pottermore, but i fleshed a lot of it out, most notably what she did during the first war, which we never really got to see at all!! i also turned the little info we get about her and elphinstone’s relationship into a great big two-part meta. i also decided what department she worked for at the ministry and, of course, how she fared after 1998.

i’ve also developed headcanons about her psyche and her sexuality -- and, considering how important her subject is to her, i also have some headcanons about transfiguration and how minerva teaches her class

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Questions for Muns of Canon Muses

What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canon material that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why did you come up with it?

Do you have any controversial headcanons that go against what is generally accepted by the fandom? Do you incorporate this into writing your muse or keep it to yourself?

What is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

Have you made any outright changes to the canon material in order to write your muse the way you wanted (entire scenes you chose to omit, chapters you say never existed, things you assume were never said, etc.)?

What is an aspect of your muse’s canon material or canon existence that you never had the opportunity to explore but really want to?

What is the general opinion of your muse’s fandom about them? Do you agree with it?

For movie or TV muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

For movie or TV muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

For movie or TV muses, what other character played by your muse’s actor/actress has a lot in common with your muse?

For book muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?

For book muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?

For book muses, what other character from a book or book series has a lot in common with your muse?

What canon character do you really wish your muse could interact more with?

What is your ideal AU for your muse?

What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?

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i have just this second realized that i’m visiting harry potter world on wizarding independence day

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hey so i posted one of the drabbles i wrote on here aaages back on ao3 -- here it is if anyone wants to check it out!

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☯ + a Snape-shaped hole in the window.

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     Minerva’s mind is reeling.

     Her body is moving with calm purpose. This is a skill she has developed over many, many years as a professor and, dare she say it, occasional fighter – the ability to let a veneer of businesslike practicality run the show even when her brain is scrambling to catch up. She’s marching swiftly down the corridors, and to anyone else’s eye she would look like a solitary figure roused from her bed, still in her dressing gown. But she is keenly aware of the invisible footsteps pattering along behind her as she descends Ravenclaw tower and hurries through the castle.

     She had not been sleeping, before Amycus’s yelling had drawn her from her quarters to investigate. How could she? After Terry Boot’s outburst about Potter and dragons at dinner, after the terse orders Snape and his pet Death Eaters had given to the rest of the staff, their manner somewhere between frightened and excited, warning them not to speak with the students…They were expecting something, clearly. Whether it had to do with Potter or not, whether those rumors about the dragon had any truth or not, Minerva didn’t know – but she could not rest on a night when Death Eaters were feeling anticipatory.

     And yet the last thing she had expected was to have two fugitive teenagers trotting invisible at her heels, planning to make a stand against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. The last thing she expected was to be planning siege tactics in her head, composing a list of the best defensive spells they can muster as her Patronuses streak away to tell Pomona, Filius, and Horace to prepare to fight.

     To prepare to fight.

     Even as alarm and fear hastens her footsteps, even as her body aches from the abuse it has taken over the past year, the thought puts a steel strength in her step, a fresh elation of defiance. She did not expect this. She did not dare hope or fear for it on this night. But she is ready for it. If this is truly the day when all things come to a head, if Potter says that his mission here is important enough to risk the wrath of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in person, then she is ready to put herself between them.

     She is ready to take her home back.

     A sound. A faint footstep apart from the invisible ones just behind her. Minerva draws in her breath as she draws out her wand, falling without thought into a dueling stance. “Who’s there?”

     “It is I.” And Severus Snape’s dark eyes glitter in the light from her wand as he steps out from behind a suit of armor.

     Minerva meets his gaze, and feels the usual swoop of cold anger in her gut. Unlike her, he is not in nightclothes; clearly he’s been ready and waiting for something to happen. His eyes bore into her, and she closes her mind at once, putting up the Occlumantic walls she’d learned to build long ago, during the first war. She is no great Occlumens, but she can put up enough resistance to make him work for it. There was a time I never hid my mind from you, Severus, she thinks bitterly.

     “Where are the Carrows?”

     “Wherever you told them to be, I expect, Severus,” she says with icy politeness. She does not lower her wand. Somewhere behind her are Potter and Lovegood; she prays they have the sense to stay silent.

     But Severus, keen as always, is glancing around the corridor as if trying to sense the presence of the Cloak. Can you read a mind you cannot see, if you suspect it is there? she wonders suddenly. But no – Legilimency requires eye contact. Severus could discover Potter’s presence, but not without overt spellcasting. He only suspects; he cannot know.

     “I was under the impression that Alecto had apprehended an intruder.”

     “Really? And what gave you that impression?” But it’s a foolish question, as made clear as Severus flexes his arm slightly. Of course. He would have felt Alecto press her Mark, just as Amycus had – so he knows that, if Potter is not here, then Alecto at least believes him to be. 

     “Oh, but naturally.” Her voice drips with derision. “You Death Eaters have your own private means of communication, I forgot.”

     His eyes are still flittering about the air around her. At the very least that means he isn’t focusing on her mind, little comfort that it is. Look at me, you snake. She’d rather his focus be on her, distracted from his attempts to divine Potter’s presence. Again she prays he has the sense to stay still and silent. He’s never been good at holding back, as his stunt with Amycus back there proved –

     “I did not know it was your night to patrol the corridors, Minerva.”

     “You have some objection?” 

     “I wonder what could have brought you out of bed at this late hour?” How long, she wonders, will they keep up this dance they’ve been doing all year? Pretending at civility. Pretending that they do not hate each other. I will not forgive you, Severus, for earning my trust and then betraying it. All year, she has treated him with the greatest disdain she can muster, while still deferring to his station as headmaster. Barely. Enough to keep her in the castle. Enough to keep her post, even while she takes swipes at him where she can and blocks him at all possible turns. It has been a months-long game of cat and mouse – or cat and snake – and she is ready to drop the pretense.

     “I thought I heard a disturbance.” That is putting Amycus’s bellowing mildly.

     “Really? But all seems calm.”

     And now, now he is looking into her eyes, those black irises boring into hers, pressing against her walls. A skilled and delicate Legilimens such as Severus can slink into your mind without you ever knowing, but she is resisting, and so she can feel the weight of his magic beginning to drive itself through her defenses. She can resist, but she has never overstated her own power; Severus is a more skillful Legilimens than she is an Occlumens. If she stands here and does nothing, he will see Potter, not in the corridor behind her, but in her own mind.

     “Have you seen Harry Potter, Minerva? Because if you have, I must insist–”

     And she moves. Without warning, without hesitation, drawing on all her experience as a duelist, Minerva slashes her wand through the air, the spell a mere flash of intent in her mind. But he was prepared, of course – his Shield Charm blossoms with a force such that she feels the push of his magic scattering her own. 

     But she is already reacting. And in a terrible, visceral way, it feels good, meeting Severus’s narrowed eyes in the flamelight of the torch she pulls from its bracket. No more holding back her anger, her wrath. No more trying to protect her students with words or evasions or silent standoffs. No more watching her home and the people she loves suffer and wither under the brutal hand of a man she had once called an ally.

     Finally, he will feel the true heat of her fury.

     She sends the flames toward Severus in a lash of fire that he transforms into a serpent – of course a snake, does the man have no imagination – that she, quick as thought, dissipates into smoke, and she turns the smoke into knives, and this is why you should have paid attention in your lessons, Severus, because potions are revenge served cold, but this is what Transfiguration can do, it is precise and unforgiving and deadly, and she wields it like a master; her very wand is made for it.

     The daggers fly too fast for him to Vanish or Transfigure, and Minerva takes brutal satisfaction in watching him avoid them only by hiding behind a suit of armor. Your chest next time, she does not have time to think but rather intends. There are many things she does not have time to think, but they are there anyway, in the swiftness of her arm, in the magic crackling beneath her skin, in the fierce line of her lips. This is for my students and my friends. This is for betraying my trust. This is for Albus. This is for Hogwarts. 

     Filius’s voice squeaks out from behind her, but Minerva doesn’t break her gaze, doesn’t let any of her focus leave Severus Snape. She raises her wand again, preparing to Transfigure the very metal Severus is cowering behind, but Filius beats her to it, and she hastily dispels the building magic as his own takes over, animating the armor. But Severus wriggles out of it, as he does everything, and sends it flying back toward them. And he does not stay and fight, he does not stand – he flees, as he always does.

     Not this time.

     Minerva chases after him, her tall frame pushing her ahead of her colleagues, but she is not as fast as a man thirty years her junior, and he skids into a classroom before she can raise her wand to bind him. Always running, always sneaking, always choosing survival over morals, over principle, over everything but his own worthless hide – she enters the classroom just in time to see him dive through the window, and her Stunning Spell shoots through the broken glass, hitting nothing.

     “Coward!” she screams, and the hatred is raw in her throat, rage rasping against her vocal cords as she leans against the window frame to watch the dark shape speeding away into the night. “COWARD!” She knows it to be his least favorite word, the deepest insult one can wield against him, and she screams it in the hope that it will echo in his ears all the way off the grounds.

     Very well, she thinks with furious resolve as her colleagues catch up to her, peering out the window with exclamations of anger and dismay. Very well. Severus Snape has left the castle.

     She will make sure he never sets foot in it again.

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i said i was gonna try and write before 10 but i started reading my own metas instead whoops

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might answer..........some old memes