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    ⤻   *         𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔  ——  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 @mervfenwick​ !

     ⤻   *        FRANK LONGBOTTOM WAS A MAN ON A MISSION —— with a target set & all . he’d tediously combed the gryffindor dorms & common room with rigorous method ; he’d wandered his way down to the kitchens & dungeons & meandered up the s p i r a l l i n g staircase that led to the astronomy tower , checking every single classroom along the way . he’d jogged the perimeter of the black lake , dashed up to the owlery & had even popped by the bathrooms ( where he’d paid the ultimate price of having an awkward ‘ how’s it going ?? ’ run-in at the cubicles ) —— but to no avail ( ! ) … MERVYN FENWICK WAS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND .

        THE LIBRARY & MERVYN FENWICK were not usually on friendly terms , and so by the time frank had reached the hushed sanctuary of books ( his final listed location ) , his spirits were low & daylight was nearing its end … when —— A GLIMPSE OF A FAMILIAR FACE caught frank’s attention , his pursed tiers growing smooth as a smile bloomed upon them . “ mervyn … ! merlin , is it good to see you ! —— you’re just the person i’ve been working myself up over , trying to find . ” frank was warmth embodied as he closed the distance between himself and his housemate with an all too palpable air of mirth .  “ —— honestly , what are you even doing cooped up in here ? have you SEEN what a perfect day it is ? we’ve gotta’ go out onto the pitch ( ! ) the breeze is temperate , and we’ve got a tiny bit of daylight left ; it’s IDEAL flying weather ! c’mon , merv’ —— i’ve already gotten permission from mcfly … ( ! ) ”

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        ⤻   *         𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂���𝒏𝒆  —— !

Ease washed over him as his mind fixed on the words dripping like honey from his supple lips, and Mason silently thanked Frank for defusing the situation. The coldness of dread had seeped but now the young wizard felt it all thawing as he kept the other pressed flush against him, the pitter patter of steps on the grass becoming a tune echoed in his ears as he let the last wisps of fear dissipate. Brought out of his trance, he met with brown hues as a smile played on his lips. Hearing Frank speak, Mason let his fingertips graze the male’s features, unable to keep himself from beaming at the other under such circumstances. “I know,” he mused, before leaning in to press his lips on the young wizard’s cheek.

“Truly you’re my hero, Frank.” A mixture of gratitude and adoration pass over him as he’s unable to detach himself from the young wizard. “Perfect now,” Laughter bubbled up, escaping him incessantly as he pulled the other boy closer, embracing him ever so lightly as he felt himself overjoyed. “Frank Kangdae Longbottom, truly you make an American boy feel right at home. I’m lucky I get to call you my friend, you make me feel safe,” he said as he let the sentiment linger, feeling refreshed with a new energy inside him he pondered the idea of staying here with Frank, simply enjoying the day before they each had to head back to their respective places. “What I want you to do is to stay here with me, even place your head on my lap if you wish, because I want to keep reading to you, if you’ll let me.”

⤻   *         SOMETIMES , FRANK FELT AS IF A FIRE HAD BEEN LIT WITHIN HIM —— a flame born of the terrible weight of responsibility that had been bequeathed to frank by his parents ; a flame fuelled by the consuming & unending darkness of long , sleepless nights ( no time for sleep , there was so much to do —— invigoration draught coursing through frank’s system , even as they sent him into a spiral of panic attacks ) ; a flame that burned him up from the inside —— his heart too kind & brimming with hope , torn down & beaten by a world full of hate . kind , warm & compassionate soul that frank was ; he was broken , sorrowful , and ultimately lonely in equal parts . AND YET —— one press of mason’s soft lips to the curve of the gryffindor’s cheek seemed to quiet the labyrinth of his mind ; soul settling , clearing the debris —— & frank kangdae longbottom felt peace . “ i’m not a hero ” —— the words sound like a confession , “ at least , not right now . but being around you makes me feel brave —— makes me feel like one day , i just might be . ”

          laid down upon the grass ; head rested upon mason’s lap , frank gave a soft smile —— his doe brown hues casting their gaze up at the ravenclaw’s features which eclipsed the glimmering scotland sun . warmth flooding frank’s expression , he teases serenely ;  “ well , no escape now —— with my head on your lap i’ve got you trapped , mason fontaine ! —— you’ll not be able to leave me until you finish reading that e n t i r e book ; i command it ( ! ) ”

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       ⤻   *         𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 —— !

             THE QUIET OF THE TEA HOUSE was a welcome reprieve from the hustle and bustle of hogwart’s halls, made all the better by rita’s company — who had just asked a terribly unusual question. anyone else & the slytherin would have had a scathing, sarcastic response, but it was rare that such a reaction would be elicited by frank. “ a planet to live on ? ” her hushed murmur was drowned out by the boy’s own response, & the more he spoke, the more her brows furrowed together in thought. “ you sound like you’ve put a lot of thought into this. not planning on running off on a spaceship & traversing the stars, are you ? ” with an amused hum, she brought her face to her hands. “ i guess i’d choose VENUS, just for the name — i would so enjoy living somewhere named after a goddess of beauty. ”

⤻   *         NOT PLANNING ON RUNNING OFF ON A SPACESHIP & TRAVERSING THE STARS , ARE YOU ? —— rita’s question hit a more poignant & tender spot than frank would ever dare admit ; his smile wavering , uncharacteristically , even though just for the smallest of moments . truth be told , sometimes frank did indeed wonder what it would be like to simply run away —— how liberating it would be ! being free of the burden of his parent’s expectations , the fires war that burned just beyond the horizon , and released from the shackles of his bleeding heart that was filled to the brim with so much empathy , sometimes frank almost felt as if he were going to simply burst . 

          “ running off to a whole other planet ? —— oh , not at all ( ! ) there’s much too much beauty that i’d miss here . wouldn’t even dream of leaving , really . ” before even frank had a moment to process the wave of quiet melancholy that had washed over him , he was chatting away again ; serenity and warmth embodied as he urged his way past the lure of introspection that the question had offered . “ oh , venus ? how lovely ( ! ) did you know that , with the exception of the sun , venus is the brightest object that we can observe from earth ? —— a fitting planetary palace of luminescence for one rita ahreum skeeter . ”

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     ⤻   *         𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔  ——  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 @sketrs !

     ⤻   *         “ AHREUM-AH … IF YOU COULD CHOOSE ANY PLANET TO LIVE ON , other than earth , which planet would it be ? ” frank’s soft brown hues , glimmering with mirth , reflected all too clearly his heart aflutter with excitement at the question —— the pair blissfully chatting away in the quietest corner of a hogsmeade tea house .“ no contest , for me , it’s JUPITER . not just because of its many MOONS —— { beautiful } as i am sure they are … but for its SUNRISES & SUNSETS . jupiter’s shorter days bring those golden colours to the canvas of the moon-scattered sky more frequently , &there’s nothing more beautiful than watching the sun rise& fall ! ”

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       ⤻   *         𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 —— !

“   ooh   !  “   inna   beamed   .   she   looked   from   the   ravenclaw   to   the   gryffindor   beside   her   .   “   it’s   like   you’ve   taken   the   words   right   out   of   my   mouth .   “��  she   let   out   another   sigh   as   the   platform   locked   into   place   .   “   i   was   trying   to   tell   one   of   my   roommates   the   same   thing    ,    but   they   kept   ridiculing   him   .   “  her   normally   soft   brows   knitted   together   .   “   he’s   beautiful   in   his   own   way   and    he   probably   doesn’t   even   know   it   himself   !   “

      ⤻   *         “ OH , TO RIDICULE someone reveals more truths about the ridiculer than it does about the person being ridiculed . how much lovelier it is to profess love than to engage in derision . ” the gryffindor’s words had a daydreamed quality to them , steps light as he accompanied the hufflepuff away from the grand staircase ( and away from the focus of their adoration ) . “ speaking of unassuming beauty , though —— how have you been , inna ? ”

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         ⤻   *         𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 —— !

Frantic eyes were met with a gentle stare as tender has clasped his own, pulling him down into a bubble of safety forged for just the two. Sitting beside Frank was reminiscent of all the times spent with Amos, the baking, the laughter, and the way most already began to think they were a couple. Mason heard whispered words between the minds of students, all thinking the same thing, Amos and Mason, Amos and Mason. Couldn’t two boys be best friends and just that? Before his own plights began to manifest, he was calmed by Frank speaking is name, and in return he offered a smile as the male rested his head on his shoulder. Mason’s hand immediately went around to play with Frank’s hair, being pressed flushed against him as very strand of hair tickled his fingertips. 

He read aloud from the book, his voice a melody that traveled through the open space, almost forgetting the unsavory encounter prior to this. It was a soft flow of words, and playful sweet nothings as his own lashes cast shadow’s on his cheeks, and the little lion boy next to him, so enticingly sweet, gave him a chance at peace which was seldom in his life. “Thanks, Frank,” he mumbled, before turning to face the other.

   ⤻   *         HEAD RESTED & EYELIDS FLUTTERING SHUT : for just the briefest of moments the predicament’s urgency seemed to slip away from the forefront of frank’s thoughts . the tension & worry that bubbled within the cage of the lion’s heart seemed to all but float away ; vanquished and overrun by the current of warmth that carried mason’s soft , recited words towards the shell of frank’s ear .  when the boy opened his eyes once more ( his soft brown hues adjusting to the light with a crinkled knit of his brows ) , mason’s  ungracious suitor was nowhere to be seen , and a wave of relief flooded frank’s senses as mason’s features came into full view . 

          “ hey —— you know i’m always here for you . ” came the gryffindor’s earnest reply , his gaze a sanguine mixture of earnest conviction and genuine concern as he searched mason’s gaze for an indication of how he was feeling . 

          “ are you alright ?? —— would you like me to go confront that guy ? you know that i’m not one to pick fights , but i could always write a strongly worded , educational poem about the respect we owe each other as fellow human beings down on some parchment , scrunch that piece of parchment up , and then toss it at that awful boy from the shadows . “ frank’s words are farfetched but his expression is sculpted serenely ; the male making jests and fashioning them with absurd words in the hopes of lightening mason’s spirits even briefly , even for just a moment . 

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           ⤻   *         𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔 —— !

   a  bemused  smile  as  she  watches  the  other       ,      remembering  the  days  that  weren’t  like  these        ;       a  time  when  there  was  hatred      ,      yes        ,       but  there  was  also  laughter       .       when  they  were  kids  and  not  soldiers  preparing  for  war       .      as  soon  as  she’s  caught  staring       ,      her  small  hands  stop  the  other’s  predictable  question       .       “       i’ve  been  here  long  enough        .       but  don’t  worry       ,       i’m  good  at  keeping  secrets       .       ”        and  is  she  ever        .       “       please  continue       ,       i’m  quite  enjoying  this       .        ”

       * ╰  SEQUESTERED AWAY in the QUIETEST corner of greenhouse seven , frank longbottom sat ; steeping peaceably in the cool, calm SPLENDOUR of wall-to-wall plant-life , foliage , and curling , lush green hues that surrounded him . drawing pencil in hand , the gryffindor sketched the sight of the vast collection of strange and wonderful plants into a collection of IMPERFECT, PERSONAL botanical illustrations ; housed in a tattered , leather-bound art book that was worn from YEARS of use . like this , and in TRANQUILITY, the seconds, minutes, and hours ticked on by —— UNTIL !!  

          to his left , frank felt a soft , gentle shift in the air ; drawing his attention away from his art book —— gaze settling upon the source of the disturbance . “ OH ( ! ) hi there . ” came the boy’s greeting , countenance warmer than the most temperate day in spring , even as his companion divulged that she’d been watching him for a long while now . “ look , i know this greenhouse is forbidden due to the dangerous nature of some of these plants —— i know i’m not meant to be here —— but , well , i suppose you’re in here , too . ” with a voice laced with the softness of velvet ; shoulders shrugging together once , clemently , frank closed his art book with one swift motion , turning his attention to the serpent with a small smile . “ frank longbottom and eleanora greengrass —— rule breakers , the both of us together , hm ? ” he quipped gently , raising a brow . 

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          ⤻   *         𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 —— !

“i call this an espresso squared,” announced amelia, holding up a steaming mug of coffee per demonstration. “four espressos, in one mug. a bit of a heart attack in a cup, perhaps but … coffee is just bean juice, so it can’t be that bad.” her jittering leg told a different story but amelia wasn’t one to focus on such details, especially not with plenty of things on her plate. between her schoolwork, headgirl duties and stress regarding the war — well, there was little time left for considering her inner demons and her lack of sleep. “works miracles, this stuff.”

    ⤻   *         “ ESPRESSO SQUARED , huh ? ” frank repeated aloud , turning the words around in his mind as they fell , honey-dipped , from his softly smiling lips . “ how ingenious —— and frightening ( ! ) ” he remarked , equal parts genuinely intrigued & impossibly earnest ; hues subtly taking in the telling sight of amelia’s jittery leg & tired , though bright eyes . “ drinking four shots of caffeine all in one go wreaks havoc on your central nervous system —— floods it with too much stimulation . miracles are all good and fine , but you must make sure to take care of yourself too —— it’s not the end of the world if you take a moment to be kind to yourself & rest . ” 

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         ⤻   *         𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 —— !

“Help a fellow wizard out and pretend we’re having the most incredible conversation about anything, could be thestrals, hexes, potions, how the boys here at a lot cuter than the ones at Ilvermorny. What really matters is if you can get that six foot tall Gryffindor off my back, he’s been thinking weird shit about me all day, and before I leave him nutless, I’d rather avoid violence if necessary.”

      ⤻   *         A QUIET DISTRESS accented the gryffindor’s features , and ( his heart swelling with fellow feeling ) there was no hesitation harboured within the chamber of frank’s heart as he complied with the latter’s request , casting a subtly admonishing look over mason’s shoulder at his erring housemate before refocusing his gaze upon the ravenclaw who stood before him . book discarded , face down upon his lap , frank’s hands took those of the ravenclaw’s clemently ; grasp gently assured as a soft smile floated the latter’s way . WE’RE GOING TO GET RID OF THIS GUY —— his warm, brown hues seemed to say ( & what better way to curb someone’s unwanted advances than to put on a display of PDA with someone else ? ). 

         with a gentle tug , frank drew mason close so that he was seated in the empty space beside him . “ mason —— ” he hummed , as if unperturbed by the looming presence of the six-foot gryffindor who , like a blood hound having caught a scent , stalked forth. with a smile , frank place his head upon mason’s shoulder , “ read to me ? ”

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        ⤻   *         𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 —— ! 

          with     a     faint     sigh     and     a     fluttering     heart     ,     the     puff     dreamily     watches     today’s     prospect     from     afar     .     he’s     a     ravenclaw     ;     of     average     height     ,     his    face     decorated     in     freckles     and     head     tousled     with     strawberry     -     blond     hair     .     the     staircase     beneath     her     begins     to     stray     away     ,     she     pouts     in     petulance     for     only     the     slightest     moment     .     “     he’s     quite     handsome     ,     isn’t     he     ?     “     she     chirps     ,     her     words     directed     to     no     one     in     particular     .

       ⤻   *         REFLECTED IN THE SOFT BROWN HUE of the gryffindor’s eyes there lay a glimmer of recognition ; lips settling with a kindly smile as the voice of of innamorata puddifoot came floating through the air —— her chords accented with a lilted dreaminess ; as if it were carried past her lips upon a bed of the softest of clouds. “ hmm … ” frank began , the pondering sound reverberating behind softly pursed lips ; carried on the current of a honeyed , velvet voice. “ quite handsome indeed. the kind of boy that people write poems about , i’d like to think. ” 

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        ⤻   *         if you’d like a PERSONALISED STARTER from my tenderhearted wee bab of an angel frank to your muse , please LIKE this post !! ——        

         EXTRA NOTES : if you have more than one muse , please comment which muse you’d like the starter for ! additionally , some rudimentary foundations of relationships will be assumed ; if you’d prefer we plotted out details beforehand, please comment the word ‘ PLOT ! ’ instead of liking this post & i will message you !!!!!

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send me a ✎ & i’ll write up a small aesthetic paragraph describing the vibes i get between our muses !

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⤻   *       GREETINGS AND HELLO !!!! :   IT IS I   ,   ADMIN EDIE !    HERE ONCE AGAIN HERE TO POST AN INTRO  :~))))  

this time i’m here to introduce you to my tenderhearted wee bab of an angel who clears my skin and grows by crops tBH, FRANK KANGDAE LONGBOTTOM, my lionhearted boi who deserves e v e r y t h i n g ( literally ; empty out your pockets and give EVERYTHING u have to frankleface longbooty—— he . deserves . it . all . !!!!! ) if you’d like to plot, please like this post or hmu in my im’s & without further ado —— here’s frank ! pls love him

⤻   *       APPLICATION   —— !

* ╰    ( KIM YOUNGKYUN )┋have you met ( FRANKLIN KANGDAE LONGBOTTOM ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( deep loneliness and deep kindness grown in equal parts —— and he speaks, so overcome with love, that i forget we are at war. he grew up hanging lanterns on hilltops to make sure the moon could see at night ; and practiced catching droplets of rain with his lips —— because even the clouds deserved a little romance. ' i infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void ' —— tenderhearted boy , luminescent boy : boy frightened , boy destroyed. unravelled by kindness ; compassion consumed —— on the precipice of supernova , he burns brightest in the darkest hour. he looks to me as if he were a man forged entirely of tenderness and the sun ; yet he is the sweet nocturne that plays despite how the beginning of the end has begun ). a ( twenty-one ) year old ( tenth ) year ( gryffindor ), the ( paladin ) is known to be ( + tenderhearted & + clement ), yet ( — oversolicitous & — pensive ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( healing ). rumour has it, ( frank ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes beyond the castle walls. ( edie, 22, aedt, she/her )

⤻   *       ABOUT FRANK  ——   !!

ahhhhh, frank longbottom —— where do i even start ????? if there’s just one thing that you should absolutely know about frank longbottom, it is that he is a gosh darn heckin’ angel. his heart is ??? so ??? genuinely pure ??? just thinking about it makes me want to tear up tbh

frank is the kind of boy who will charge straight into the carnage and chaos of the whomping willow to save a cat. he’s the kind of boy who hangs out by the edge of the black lake, worried that the giant squid is feeling lonely. he’s the kind of boy who sees the potential for good in everyone & everything, and is genuinely confused and appalled by acts of unkindness and malice when they occur. he chooses the path of benevolence, always, and he wants to keep everyone he loves safe so he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and feels like it is up to him, & him alone, to SAVE THE WORLD and make it a better place. i repeat for you my fronds : frank longbottom gosh darn heckin’ angel. but my god, is he a broken one.

⤻   *       BACKGROUND   ——   !!

frank was born into a sacred 28 pureblood family who cared very little for blood purity, but a whole lot for social justice & fighting for what is right. thomas and augusta longbottom first met at the ministry of magic, where their ‘ left-wing ’ progressive ideas about wizard / muggle / magical creature relations brought them together. their love brought frank longbottom into the world ; a child who was, from an early age, exposed to concepts of in/equality, systematic oppression, privilege, biased public policy, and injustice through his parents.

under the steady & tireless virtuous guidance of his mother and father, frank longbottom bloomed from infancy into childhood with a strong sense of egalitarianism & selflessness that most children only learned well into adolescence, and he had an awareness of the injustices of the world that many people did not gain even well into adulthood. yet despite his parent’s rather strict & heavy hand in discipline, there was always a remarkable air of benevolence and incorruptibility about frank that refused to be befouled.

nevertheless, frank was a terribly lonely child. he was homeschooled by a thoroughly screened, left-wing half-blood governess, and she was just about his only connection to the outside world. it goes without saying that sacred 28 pureblood socialising events & parties were off-limits and out of the question for frank, and since the longbottoms lived in suburban muggle england, frank was always too scared to socialise with many of the children in his neighbourhood, fearful that he would accidentally expose his magical lineage & incur terrible consequences for his folly. shut away in a house of absolute virtue and morality, frank longbottom was a victim of utter loneliness & never got to experience the world his parents adamantly taught and trained him to save … until his letter from hogwarts arrived, that is.

⤻   *       HOGWARTS   ——   !!

frank was a heckin’ confusing four-way house hat stall during his sorting. the hat sensed the resolute loyalty and benevolence of hufflepuff in him, the love and respect for knowledge and learning of ravenclaw in him & the tenacity and ambition to achieve his goals of slytherin in him, but ultimately, the sorting hat settled on “ GRYFFINDOR ! ”, declaring its choice with a booming roar. above all, the sorting hat sensed frank to be brave —— willing ( & desperate, even ) to fight for what is right. it’s a shame that frank, to this day, doesn’t seem to see this bravery in himself. but by the warm beacon of the gryffindor common room fireplace, under the twinkling candlelights of the great hall, and at the top of the astronomy tower ( the stars and galaxies at the reach of his very own fingertips ), frank, at hogwarts has grown to be exactly the kind of person his parents have always wanted him to be : stalwartly true ; combatting hate with kindness, and enveloping cruelty with warmth. he loves deeply and vastly, and he honestly radiates this other-worldy quality of brightness ??? he’s the light in the dark, and oh how he shines. 

however —— the fact that he’s already grown into someone that his parents are proud of doesn’t stop frank from still wanting to be better, and wanting to save the world. what frank doesn’t realise is that he can hardly save the world if he can’t first save himself. he’s constantly emotionally and physically exhausted ; spending every moment of his time helping those around him and making sure to change to the world one kind act at a time. slowly but surely, frank’s bleeding heart and compulsion for kindness is coming to the point of being harmful to his own health and wellbeing. 

so yeah … … . though frank is falling apart, he never lets this show & he really tries to never make this anyone else’s problem. through the haze of responsibility and moral duty that has always clouded frank’s life, there’s still a profound tenderness and warmth about him ; and among all his advocations and efforts towards justice & peacetime, it’s difficult to discern just how deeply scared, lost, and confused the boy is in a world that refuses to cease changing right before his very eyes ; an inevitable war upon the horizon. 

⤻   *       LITTLE HEADCANONS   ——   !!

frank has always been V MAGICALLY GIFTED. he showed his first signs of magic when he was just one and a half, when he had a terrible nightmare & woke up screaming in the middle of the night. instead of waiting for his parents to come and calm him down though, frank simply closed his eyes & focused on his breathing. when his parents stumbled into the room ; sleep hazy in their eyes, they could hardly believe what they saw : the entire room, covered in flowers and lush foliage —— something that frank had somehow conjured up to keep himself calm ( b/c untamed childhood magic be CRAZY ). frank is now able to command wandless magic, which is a GODSEND tbh b/c he’s such a sleep-deprived mess & he loses his wand c o n s t a n t l y istG

being a sacred 28 pureblood with quite advanced magical abilities, frank has always been in high demand for pureblood partnership through an arranged marriage. his parents, have always hastily shot down offers ( bc they aren’t all up in that pureblooded nonsense ! ), but that hasn’t stopped pureblooded parents from reaching out anyway :/ yIKEs :/// 

frank is part of the slug club ,,,,,,,,,,,,, and like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, every single other club / extracurricular. baby longbottom is an OVERACHIEVER EXTRAORDINAIRE —— YA BOI DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO CHILL. it’s not that frank is driven by any sort of particular ambition and self-interest, though ?? rather, frank’s heavy involvement in every aspect of school life stems from the aforementioned incredible pressure of his parent’s expectations ; frank applying himself to every possible aspect of school life and extracurriculars in the hopes that he will make them proud

frank has so little chill that he’s actually started sleepwalking … yikes ????? it probably doesn’t help that frank is involved in almost every sport club tbH, & he is also gryffindor quidditch team’s seeker. the thing is that he could never give any sport up. sport is so cathartic for frankie my boi, because it helps him forget his worries & his responsibilities. while he’s playing sport he is just a body —— he is pulsing blood, deep breaths & he is free.

⤻   *       OTHER FUN FACTS / GENERAL SUMMARY DOT POINTS ABOUT FRANKLEFACE LONGBOOTY   ——   !!

THE MOST CLEAN CUT KID OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES TO : frank longbottom, OFC. innuendo is lost on the kid ( he is v v v lost every time someone uses the word ‘ wand ’ as double entendre ), and has only consumed alcohol once in his life —— and even then, it was by accident ( it was in a spiked cherry berry trifle at an end of year christmas party back in first year ). 

LATELY, THOUGH, frank has taken up smoking. he does it in secret ; one cigarette every night in the astronomy tower, or by the black lake. if anyone ever found out about this frank would be MORTIFIED & would legitimately probably DIE of shame, so ………….. *coughs* someone pls walk in on him smoking one day. 

it’s so strange, because frank is incredibly in touch with the real travesties and injustices of the world, but in many ways he’s completely naive and lacking in real life experience. he is such an experientially sheltered kiddo, someone pls take him out and get him RAGING DRUNK bc he needs to chill out tbH

#mumfriend

takes literally 15 minutes out of each of his days to have a few conversations with a few of hogwarts’ cats ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, what a loser ??

gets excited when people ask him for help with their homework ( hELP ME ???? )

excels at all his subjects, but has a particular soft-spot for astronomy, herbology and care of magical creatures :’)

LOVES KNITTING —— stress knits a lot . he’d like to just knit the entire world up into a snug lil blanket and keep it safe and warm 

wants to single handedly save the world

did i mention ????? babe is a gosh dark heckin’ angel

in the mirror of erised, frank would see all his friends and family happy and smiling —— but he wouldn’t even be in the frame. mY HEART BREAKS OVER THIS HEADCANON TBH

frank has a cat named alexis de tocqueville 

i’ve run out of things to dot point & this is probably WAY TOO LONG ALREADY ANYWAY ??? so i’ll stop :o :o :o but please come and interact with my son ?!!!!!!??!? i love yall peace out

[celestialsoft]

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[celestialsoft]

[celestialsoft]

Some people have a softness that draws water from the earth. Call it dream. Call it flight. The opening & closing of your eyelids, like sparrow wings beckoning the trees. The music of your bones, startling spring from the earth, the dazzle of your smile squeezing honey from the bees. You are kinder than the cruelest thing that’s ever been done to you. You are so good, bad people are ready to break every cruel word over their knee. You are so good, lazy people line up to be the coffee-mug at your mouth.  The religious talk about the second coming & you talk your shadow into starlight. If you asked the clouds for shade the sky would split itself like apple. If you asked me to cut out my heart I would do it with my own knife.

“That Kind of Good”, Natalie Wee  (for Caitlyn Siehl)  (via wondersmithinc)

[celestialsoft]

𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒̀𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒̂𝑡 — 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡,  𝑒́𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑒́𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑙𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑒̀𝑣𝑟𝑒 𝑑'𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑥 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒́𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒́𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒́𝑠, 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒́ 𝑞𝑢'𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑠-𝑒𝑛-𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑙, 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑟.

⤻   *       TAG DROP   :   FRANK KANGDAE LONGBOTTOM  .  dedicated to solemnlyrp !

⤻  *       A SOFTNESS CAME FROM THE STARLIGHT AND IT FILLED ME TO THE BONE   .   muse   !

⤻  *       HE SPEAKS LIKE SEVERAL DAYS OF SUNLIGHT   .  interactions  !

⤻  *       HIS EYES REMIND ME OF THE DEEP LOVELINESS OF STAR SPECKLED NIGHT SKIES    .   visage   !

⤻  *       HE DRAWS YOU IN WITH THE SWEETEST SONG    .  melodies   !

⤻  *       IN ROSY MIST OF HYMNS AND LOVE AND ROMANCE     .  ask memes and headcanons  !

⤻  *       EDIE SPEAKS     .  out of character  !