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I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

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Tired Of Being Single ?? Worried You'll Die Alone ??

Have no fear! Susan Bones' Ultra Mega Perfect Romance Seeking Questionnaire Promises Fast Acting Results In Just Three Dates Or Less !!!!!

Just Fill This Form Out And Watch Your Soulmate Appear At Your Doorstep or Your Money Back !!!!

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Tired Of Being Single ?? Worried You'll Die Alone ??

Have no fear! Susan Bones' Ultra Mega Perfect Romance Seeking Questionnaire Promises Fast Acting Results In Just Three Dates Or Less !!!!!

Just Fill This Form Out And Watch Your Soulmate Appear At Your Doorstep or Your Money Back !!!!

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💥 ― Send '✒️' and I'll try to write YOUR muse in my style!

(Specify for multis. Alternatively, send "try to write *your muse's name here*!" if you cannot see the emoji.)

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     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

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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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MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

If you can't see / use the symbol for any reason, send " star! " instead. If you are a multi and you want to see which muses I would be interested in throwing against a specific muse of yours, send ⭐+ that muses name.

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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I’d be nothing without @grnlght.

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I want #oftriwizards to stomp on me.

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The day I started posting about #susan: dynamics ( leanne/loyalea ) ! ! was the best day of my life.

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Pester my muse about the relationships that you've seen them have with other muses.

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coriolanus snow projecting his insecurities about covey girls onto 15yo haymitch abernathy will never not be funny to me

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☜  + susan at the yule ball

send  “ ☜  +  canon scene ”  to have me write it from my muse’s pov 

"Well well well. Don't you make a pretty canary!"

Susan looked up slowly at the voice that had spoken over her. She narrowed her eyes for a moment before recognition filled her. It was Hudson Clark from Ravenclaw. He was standing a few inches away in his pressed dress robes. His hands were in his pockets but his tie was crooked. Susan wasn't sure if that was on accident of by design but he truly embodied the perfect 'devil-may-care' attitude.

"Hudson." Susan hummed, offering him a weak smile. " ... Canary?"

"Your dress." Hudson explained, gesturing to the yellow fabric billowing around Susan's frame. "Canary yellow. You know ... the songbird?"

"Oh ... yeah." Susan laughed, running a hand down the fabric. She had bought the dress a few weeks ago when the ball had been announced. She remembered fixating on it during lunch with her auntie, her eyes flicking over it repeatedly through the shop window. Her auntie Amelia had gifted it to her, teasing her about the shade of yellow but it was perfect in Susan's eyes.

There was a slit going up one of her legs and the sleeves of the dress fell onto her shoulders. Her hair had been curled which was an impossible feat in its own right and now, she was sitting alone at the Yule Ball.

She had a date. A date by accident ... a date she never wanted. But Justin was off somewhere, probably telling Ernie just how awful of a date she really was or sweeping Hannah around the dance floor while Susan laid waiting in the wings for him to return to her. He was a crummy date who stole her first kiss before she had any say in it ... but she was a crummy date in the sense that she hadn't wanted to go with Justin in the first place. He just happened to be the closest victim in the courtyard when she had seen-

"Do you sing?" Hudson's voice broke her out of her thoughts. He had taken up a seat next to her, having crossed his leg over his thigh while he leaned forward to give her his full attention. If she didn't know Hudson Clark and his effortlessly charming ways, she might have blushed. But Susan just smiled at his question and shook her head.

"No ... well ... okay. I do a little." Susan giggled, looking down at her lap. "I dabble in songwriting ... I view them as poems mostly. And I'm not too awful on the guitar so if I were asked to sing, I could carry a note."

"I knew it." Hudson grinned, tapping his pinkie against her nose. "You have that look about you."

"I look like a singer?"

"You look like a girl that has a lot on her mind."

Susan paused at that, because he was right but no one had ever been curious enough to hear her out. She let out a sigh, looking around the decorated Great Hall for a sign of a forgotten date. "Shouldn't you be whisking your date around instead of asking me questions?"

"Maybe." Hudson shrugged before he gestured over to a tight nit circle of Slytherin girls. "But Cecilia has more or less ditched me. Something happened to Daphne's date so ..."

"Ahh." Susan nodded, already understanding. Leanne and Katie had wanted to sit with her all night the moment they had found out that Justin had ditched her but she had shooed them away. They both had dates, Zacharias and Lee respectfully, and what kind of friend would Susan be by taking that away from them? They deserved to dance the night away ... Susan was fine sitting this one out. "Makes sense."

"I might not get her back the whole night." Hudson sighed, obviously put out by the whole situation before he turned his gaze back towards Susan. "Where's your date?"

"Dancing. Or with his friends. All of it to say that I have been abandoned." Susan shrugged, trying not to let being abandoned by Justin Finch-Fletchley of all people bother her. "Not that ... I wanted him as my date anyways."

"Oh scandalous! Does this pretty little canary have her eyes set on someone else?" Hudson teased, his smile only widening when he noticed the pink blooming on Susan's cheeks. "You do! Who is it?"

"You'll make fun of me!"

"Oh I would not. You have my word." Hudson held up his hand, making a crossing motion over his heart, and he looked so earnest that Susan couldn't help but believe him.

So she gathered up her courage and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his ear as she told him the boy that had tragically stolen her heart earlier this year. She hadn't even told Leanne or Katie yet ... this was a secret just between her and Hudson.

Hudson took it ... well enough. His eyes went wide and he sat back against his seat. His eyes immediately landed on the boy in question, who was standing by the punch bowl and laughing in a way that couldn't come from just punch.

Susan knew that Hudson was friends with Riley, knew that they were as thick as thieves on a good day. But a wave of relief washed over her when Hudson turned to her and said, "You could do so much better than him."

Susan let out a startled laugh because ... she didn't think so. But she was willing to entertain Hudson's astonishment. "You think so?"

"Yes!" The Ravenclaw pouted before he stood up. Susan was sure that he was going to march right up to her secret crush and spill his guts but instead, Hudson simply held out his hand towards her. "Come on. We're dancing."

" ... What? Why?"

"Well it seems like a crime to leave a pretty songbird out in the cold. And it's the least I could do since you've decided to do the stupidest thing in the world by falling for my idiot best friend."

Susan stood up slowly, her cheeks flushed pink as she took Hudson's hand. "I'm not in love with him!"

"Oh we were doing so well. You hadn't lied to me once tonight." Hudson chuckled, pulling her towards the dance floor. Once there, he twirled her once, his right hand gripping hers as his left went to rest on her hip. "You're a terrible liar by the way. Your ears go all red."

Susan let out a scoff, gently hitting his shoulder before she allowed her hand to rest on his shoulder. For the first time that night, she didn't think about Justin and being abandoned. Her eyes didn't seek out the one person she could never truly have, who never looked back at her. For two turns around the dance floor, Hudson made her forget all of that.

Sure, everything would return back to normal when Cecilia realized her date was dancing with someone else but for now, Susan was actually happy at the Yule Ball.

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☜  + katie getting cursed

send  “ ☜  +  canon scene ”  to have me write it from my muse’s pov 

"Get me a butterbeer please!"

Seventh year was going surprisingly well. Not that Katie had any horrible gut feelings going into her last year of Hogwarts but she had been particularly cautious when she had gotten on the Hogwart's Express. Things were ... different. The air, the sky, the bees that used to buzz around in her backyard. It was all ... different. Quiet and still, as if the whole world was holding its breath for that one last shoe to drop.

Katie knew, everyone knew, that Voldemort was back. It was more a matter of when rather than if he was going to attack. Now Katie was a nobody. She wasn't some specially picked chosen one or some golden spoon fed pureblood. She was a nobody from a nobody family.

Katie Bell knew that if she really wanted to, she could slip away into the shadows never to be seen again. Or she could keep attending Hogwarts and it wouldn't affect her in the slightest. She wasn't important enough for anything ... and yet if Harry went to war, she'd follow behind him because what kind of Gryffindor would she be if she didn't? What kind of DA member would she be if she didn't fight for this school and this world she loved so much?

But, as much as these thoughts ran through her red, she didn't focus too much of her attention on impending war. There were far more pressing matters to focus on, like having a pint of Butterbeer with Leanne at the Three Broomsticks.

It was supposed to be a girls' outing but Susan had decided to bury herself underneath her covers and flip through old memories of her aunt. Her choice to be alone had also made Katie and Leanne cancel their plans but she had forced them to promise to go without her. So while their trio had been reduced to a duo, anything that involved Butterbeer made Katie smile.

She had just turned the corner towards the hall that led towards that bathroom when she crashed unceremoniously into someone's chest. She let out a wince, looked up and-

"Watch it." Hissed out Draco Malfoy. Katie narrowed her eyes at him, her manners dying on her tongue. Somewhere between the last two years, the entitled Slytherin had shot up and now he had a few inches on her. He looked ... worse for wear. His dress shirt was wrinkled, his suit jacket was slightly skewed. The bags under his eyes made him look like a zombie and if it wasn't for the venomous glare he was sending her way, she might have almost felt bad for him.

"You're the one who barreled into me." Katie huffed, her niceties reserved for people who deserved it, not for men who threw slurs around at girls who didn't deserve it.

"You blasted Gryffindors, always poking your noses where you don't belong."

"Careful now, you'll turn into a tomato with how red your face is getting." Katie murmured. They glared at each other for a second too long. She watched as he pulled at the sleeves at his suit jacket, a sliver of ink on his right wrist catching her attention before he walked forward. He shoved her shoulder on purpose as he strode towards the tables. He took a look around, scoffed, before walked towards the doors.

Katie rolled her eyes, absentmindedly rubbing at her soulmark on her right wrist. "Prick." She murmured under her breath before she continued to walk down the hall towards the bathroom.

Draco Malfoy was, and always would be, an asshole. She knew him well enough to refuse him any benefit of the doubt. She would have hated him forever just for the words he hurled at Hermione a few years ago ... everything else was just kindle to the flame.

Katie got only a few steps towards the bathroom door when suddenly, an arm wrapped around her wrist. She let out a squeak before she turned her body. In front of her was kind Madam Rosmerta. Katie liked Madam Rosmerta, she always filled up their glasses extra tall and was always eager to share pieces of gossip she caught while listening to patrons.

"Oh! Madam Rosmerta! Are you-"

Katie only got a few words out before she noticed something was wrong. Madam Rosmerta wasn't smiling. She wasn't frowning. She was just ... staring blankly at Katie. She wasn't even really looking at her, she was being looked through. Katie tried to pull her wrist away but it was too late, it had been too late the moment she made that promise to Susan to still come to the Three Broomstricks today. It had been too late when she had joined the DA. It had been too late when she got her letter to Hogwarts at age eleven.

Everything, all of it, had been leading up to this. Madam Rosmerta squeezed Katie's wrist again, the same wrist that had her soulmark engraved into her skin, just as she raised her wand up into the air.

Katie heard the first syllable of the Imperius curse before everything went black.

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I heard you (Susan) are the sweetest angel that ever graced the planet and none of the trash men in your life deserve you

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

"Oh?" Susan didn't even know what to say. Her cheeks were now flushed pink and she found herself looking down at her hands, unused to this sort of attention. "I don't ... know about 'sweetest angel' but ... thank you?" She giggled. "And I don't ... have any men in my life in general? Let alone trash men but I do have incredible friends who I one hundred percent think deserve me! And I don't deserve them!"

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✉️ – a note written as a reminder ( draco/katie )

* note starters

dear the love of my life :)

I AM ONLY GOING TO TELL YOU THIS ONE MORE TIME. I NEED YOU TO CALL THE FLORIST AND ORDER THE FLOWERS YOUR MOTHER WANTS FOR THE CENTERPIECES BECAUSE I AM NOT MESSING UP AGAIN AND FEELING HER WRATH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU ARE THE REASON WE ARE IN THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE !!!! WHY DID YOU ASK ME TO MARRY YOU AT ALL !?!?!!?!?!?

love, katie :)

p.s: if you could also pick up eggs from the store after work? i was thinking about making brownies <3