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luciusmalfys:

“Because of my dazzling personality and handsome face, of course.”

"I'm pretty sure it's more because of your gardens. You're a friend of CONVENIENCE. Once the peacocks are out, so am I."

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madamacdougal:

            ❝  frowned upon , aye ,  but  i did not hear you say forbidden !! ❞ a twitch of a smile threatened rosmerta’s ever-so-serious demeanor. all of this , realistically , was a joke at his expense. it was a secret pleasure of hers , irritating at him. arms crossed defiantly over her chest.  ❝  what an exhausting life you must lead , then. ❞ at dominic’s suggestions , rosmerta wrinkled her nose.  ❝  - - -  sometimes it frightens me to think that you don’t know me at all. ❞

"also forbidden, yes." he held in a chuckle - rosmerta would have to wait a lot longer to get a properly amused response from him. just as she liked to push buttons, he liked to see for how long she'd keep pressing. perhaps that was just what made their unexpected friendship work. "it's only half as exhausting because you make it so." he leaned back in his chair, an obvious attempt at disguising the amusement in his face failing. "oh, no, no, i know everything about you. nothing makes you feel more alive than pure silence, you absolutely love it whenever people don't agree with you, having proper debates gives you back will to live, you're very agreeable, very calm and wise." he no longer tried to disguise anything in his voice, almost busting through the seams with barely held in laughter every three words. "it's quite boring. you're quite boring."

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jacnott:

      Jacqueline wanted to be mad. With every minute he wasn’t home, the more adamant she got with the notion that she was going to be mad at him. She wasn’t even sure why. Most, those like them with arrangements, wouldn’t think twice if their match hadn’t come home. Merlin knows that her own mother didn’t worry when her father hadn’t shown up for the night. But, Jacqueline worried. She worried about him. It had her absolutely frazzled and a little unhinged. All those emotions, those frustrations, all slowly slipped away as he stepped closer. “I will do that if you keep not coming home when you say you will,” Jacqueline spoke firmly but with a soft tone. As he stood in front of her, she gently placed her hand over his heart and nuzzled her nose back against his. She felt her shoulders relax as if his touch was all the reassurance she need. And it was. She was truly happy that he was and that he wasn’t leaving again until he had to the next morning. “You gotta let me know when you’re going to be late, Dom,” she whispered softly and ran her fingers up his chest. They curled around the back of his neck and she leaned up on her toes to press her forehead against his. “Okay? That’s all I’m asking for.”

He stayed silent as she spoke, eyes closed, completely focused on nothing but her touch and her words. He'd heard them before, unfortunately, and had also sworn before to do better, unfortunately. Despite his shortcomings and his rigid adherence to his work ethic, Dominic did try, even if unsuccessful at that - the thought of worrying her alone made him silently promise to never do that again ( or at least for the next week or so, before slipping back into old patterns ). "Okay," he leaned down slightly as he felt her forehead against his, "I'll try. I'm sorry." An affectioned smile - or rather, a lovesick smile, silly and wide and so far from most his - grew as he finally eliminated all space between them, his lips meeting hers just briefly before he drew back, the smile still stuck to them. "I have a few new suggestions. Names." They'd compiled quite the long list so far, which was especially impressive since they'd only so recently learned they'd need one. Dominic now arrived home with at least three new suggestions a day. "That is, of course, if I'm forgiven enough for that already."

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madamacdougal:

           ❝  why ever not ? - - - that sounds very much like somethin’ you’ve decided for the both of us !! ❞

"it's something generally frowned upon." he shook his head in quiet desperation, the hint of a smile still on his lips. he knew there wasn't much he could do anyway. "i try to make double the number of wise decisions to make up for all the times you don't." his words were quick, a stingy but always full of endearment comment, and accompanied by a simper. "have you tried... ignoring it? talking? uh, your favourite - reaching a compromise?"

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❝Don’t patronize me.❞

@mrymcdnldx

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❝I don’t trust that leprechaun.❞

@bravehearting

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❝Why am I still talking to you?❞

@luciusmalfys

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❝I love a ritual sacrifice.❞

@ettalockheart

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❝You can’t go around hitting people.❞

@madamacdougal

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SEND A ✞ I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

numbers: ( 1 - 358  ) link to generator: here content: Buffy the Vampire Slayer quotes ( adult content / feel free to change pronouns )

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tildenxtoots:

          Tilden stood close to a man he didn’t really know. He had just gotten back from Hogmeade. He always used the Floo Network, though he didn’t like coming out a little dirty. He really should master apparition but he had never been very goo at those types of things. He’d only gotten two N.E.W.T.s. after all, and they were Herbology and Potions.

          He had gone into a shop to avoid the rain that as pouring down, when he heard a man complain about what was on the radio. “We try our best, you know?” He told the man he didn’t seem to recognize. “But if we only cover misery, people won’t listen anymore and it won’t do much for morale.” He told him and shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right, it should have been covered. I don’t always agree with what does and doesn’t come on the radio and well, you can always write in, I can assure you that 20% does get read;” He told him, sarcastically.

          He held out his hand so the guy could shake it. “I’m Tilden Toots, I have a herbology show on the radio.” He explained.

Dominic was ready to return to his shopping, turning back to the shelves right after his frustrated comment. One, two, three, his favourite quills were in the fourth box to the right. He picked two as the other man spoke, apparently actually interested in the conversation. That voice. He could tell it right away - the man talking to him right there was Tilden Toots, host of the show 'Toots, Shoots 'n' Roots'. Quills became much less important. The son of a famed herbologist, and an enthusiast himself, it would have been shameful if he didn't often listen to the most popular radio show on the subject. Usually bumping into people he admired happened at family dinners, events held at the main Greengrass estate, or other elite meetings - never while buying new quills on the way to work.

He waited until Tilden was finished before smiling a little at the man and nodding, the hand waiting in the air for a handshake obviously not seen. The glasses and cane still managed to not always tip people off. "I'm well aware, Mr. Toots, I'm a regular listener." He might be slightly star struck, as star-struck as someone who grew up with first-hand access to any and all wizard celebrities could be. "Well, I certainly wouldn't expect you to fit in law updates on YOUR show - but we both must admit that if they're going to say the news, might as well include all the relevant ones." He sighed slightly, but quickly put back on a smile. "Your show has been filling in a very different space, though. Herbology shows come and go, fickle things, but you sir have quite the presence - I don't do much planting nowadays, busy days, but it's always interesting to keep up with the theory."

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jacnott:

       Jacqueline hated tardiness. If she could manage to get to places on time, everyone could too. As he stepped forward, she crossed her arms defiantly and out of sheer will of not wanting to forgive just yet. Even though, she knew that she would. As he stood in front of her, his voice low, she lifted her chin and purse her lips slightly. “I’ve told you before, I can’t sleep when you’re not home,” she said firmly but just as softly as he. “You read the prophet every day, you know the stories that have been happening. When you’re not home when you say you will be, I worry. You’re lucky I didn’t go over there myself and drag you out for all your colleagues to see.”

He did read the prophet every day, and his worry grew by each. Not for the common victims, those he knew might be involved, or the wellbeing of society - but them. The two - the three of them. "I know." He ran a hand through her hair and cheek, slowly, basking in their proximity - it was as if the thoughts of war and misery were far behind him. They couldn't touch them there and then. A tiny smile grew as she explained the alternative events, and he placed a kiss near her cheekbone. "I'd likely die of embarrassment," he placed another kiss, further down, "but die lucky, yes." His nose bumped gently into hers, the smile still very much there. "Please don't do that, though." He knew affection was the way to a quick forgiveness and, even if it wasn't, he'd still be offering it - they called it the honeymoon phase. Smiles and kisses could fix it all for now and Dominic, a man who lived through planning the future, couldn't imagine one where this didn't quite work like that, no matter how foolish it was. "I'm here now." The was no space left between them.

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jacnott:

      Jacqueline didn’t like waiting up. She didn’t like waiting for that matter and it was no secret that patience wasn’t a virtue of hers. She did realize that waiting wouldn’t be so bad if she had other things to do with her time besides helping her mother with things that needed to get done around the Nott estate– merlin knows that neither of her siblings would do it– but at last, Jac was in the room they decided was going to be his study staring at the clock that she had bought for it. When she heard him call, her frown grew, and she crossed her arms out of sheer annoyance. “I’m here,” she replied after a moment. “You’re late.”

"I'm sorry." His apology resonated through the room, empty if not for the two of them. They had far too much dead space between them. "We had that meeting I told you about, and then I stayed to go over some notes, and ended up redoing a bunch of papers," every word of his explanation came with a step towards her, as his voice lowered, slowly becoming more of an intimate whisper than a speech, "and I went over some cases - I'm sorry." There was barely any sound left as he got right up to her. "You didn't need to wait." Dom fought the urge to apologise again.

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the radio was loud but clear inside the nearly empty shop, detailing the most recent developments in the war. who was missing, where an explosion had happened, who was suspected of what. it was exhausting, really. the woman reporting on it all stopped talking as the station moved on to quidditch world cup projections. "they're all too busy commenting on the same thing over and over again, that everything else is simply drowned." it had been bugging him for quite some time, so he just had to criticize that. "meanwhile, yesterday the wizengamot ended in a tie over new werewolf legislation. potentially earth-shaking results, could change the way our society sees them. but they can't fit in that in, right?" he chuckled dryly.

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He was late, again. Holding one of the most prestigious positions in their judicial system didn't come with as many perks for him as for more experienced members. With barely a semester of work to show for, Dom was still very much at the end of their food chain, frequently stuck with more and more work. Granted, other recent hires with just as much on their shoulders had left a couple of hours before him, but he was certain that their work could never beat his - perfectionist to a fault, his work was pristine, and he had every case on the tip of his tongue. But none of that mattered when he got home late. Then, the perfectionist in him beat himself up over how he'd given away hours of his day once again, and how else he could have spent it. The most recent answer seemed more urgent than all others before. He got out of the fireplace, shaking out any powder that might have stuck to his hair. "Jac?"

@jacnott

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DOMINIC GREENGRASS is NEUTRAL in the war, even though HIS official job is as A MEMBER OF THE WIZENGAMOT. the TWENTY EIGHT year old PUREBLOOD is known to be DILIGENT and ASTUTE but also PRUDENT and DELIBERATELY IGNORANT. some might label them as THE JUDICIOUS fc: charlie cox

dominic tiberius greengrass is the youngest of three waaaaay too rich children

his mother, brigid, was an herbologist better known for her best selling books. the estate’s gardens and greenhouse are her life’s work and joy, and all three greengrass boys share fond memories of spending time with her in them, learning about it all even when they didn’t care, being forced to nurture pots of plants in hopes to turn them into responsible people. she still has a small army of handpicked herbologists and gardeners working for her, making her greenhouse and gardens a true paradise and place of research, and focuses on that mostly nowadays

roland greengrass, his father, left his position as chief warlock of the wizengamot three years ago, and has been working on a book ever since, yet to be finished. he’s been considering looking for a high position in some wizarding school, maybe ilvermorny, but has not made up his mind yet. he truly instilled in his children a sense of hard work, strict planning and following the law. oh, and he’s got an order of merlin, first class. quite the legacy to live up to.

the elder brother, sebastian, is a diplomat. the middle child, nathaniel, a well traveled herbologist, who owns his own research center. they are all very busy, and the oldest two already well married, with a few children. the three try to keep in touch, reuniting monthly at the main family estate for a weekend or so, and they also send each other letters?? cute

he’s so proud to be a greengrass all the time tbh like yeS I AM slightly better than u i am a greengrass pls

the greengrass family doesn’t have a history of joining extremist groups, but they are well integrated into pureblood high society, and a part of the sacred 28. they’ve always held positions of power and rivers of money, and are especially skilled in the art of arranged marriages, something that has made their ties to the rest of the wizarding society so much stronger. marrying a greengrass or into the greengrasses means a life of family protection, luscious estates and travels, a name of power and a spot in the lovely grey area between blood purists and blood traitor families, appeasing both sides just enough

it came as no surprise for him when, a couple of years ago, they started looking for someone. it’s been a long process, dom usually only involved when they needed a final yes or no, and he said lots of no’s until jacqueline showed up. a quick conversation, a dinner the next day, and the choice felt pretty easy. after all, worked for generations, why wouldn’t it work on him? so he’s now betrothed to jacqueline nott !!!!

so far it’s been A Gift honestly?? he?? has so much in common with her and it’s been so fun and niCE it’s something so calming and certain?? the future doesn’t seem as scary anymore??? help

he was always told to not get in the way of blood purists, but to not shun them away, and he still lives by that. ignores the war away, and never encourages the D.E.s (extremists are never a good thing). the only thing he follows is the law, as closely as possible 

he was sorted into slytherin but honestly the hat took a few extra minutes because it was almost a tie between that and hufflepuff. 

has retinitis pigmentosa, which pretty much means that he started losing some sight as a child, like the ability to adjust to different lighting or walking around at night, and tunnel vision, and gradually has been losing more and more of it (he was officially diagnosed when he was 12). as of right now, he barely has any left, so he’s legally blind (mostly just notices light, it’s reflections, flames). doesn’t talk about it. ignore ur problems awaaay

he truly is a fan of ignoring everything that’s serious when it comes to him. things are never really dealt with but shh

hogwarts is not the most disability-friendly school, although it’s improving but also, it was the 60s, so as his eyesight diminished the school’s measures weren’t really enough. he BROKE his right leg in 6th year in a moving staircase and the greengrasses immediately SUED the school, forcing it to rush improvement. his disability could never be a stop on his path, the greengrasses always made sure of it. 

but also, even if it’s the 60s and wizard society is very separated from muggle technology, there needs to be some stuff available for visually impaired people so i'm just gonna fill in all the gaps canon left - there is a spell that turns any writing into braille, another that turns braille typing into writing. both are very very advanced spells, and don’t always work 100%. 

uses muggle things like braille typewriters (they were still super nosy in the 60s-80s so his was charmed to not make a lot of it) and talking calculators. his parents got him a mobility instructor as soon as his diagnostic was made and his lack of vision was enough to justify it, aka someone who taught him how to adapt, how to move without crashing into things, how to properly use a cane. that greengrass money also paid for the best braille tutors possible, which he started learning right after his diagnostic since they knew it would only get worse. a braille tutor followed him to hogwarts during the school months too, coming in for a bit every day to keep helping him with braille and later on just to print over his work, made in braille, so that teachers could read it and mark it. eventually the tutor stopped coming, as he perfected the spell that turned his work into regular writing.

doesn’t care for the war. he greengrass especially are a family of rich well connected people who don’t engage in the most extreme views of the rest, so he was never raised with a specific hatred

ppl at school couldn’t make him develop that view either. he nodded along in order to not start shit and tried to dissuade them from the more intense stuff

never starts shit. so self aware of his words and what they’ll do

the Wise and Responsible friend

doesn’t let loose enough

dom’s great at charms?? his best subject tbh. 

will try to fix everything all the time???? always has. whenever a problem arises, he’s there, trying to make sure you don’t even need to think about it

he’s?? kind. he’s a kind person. he was always The Softer Friend, the one who gave silent hugs when all others did was act stoic, the one who never got any of the jokes and laughed for minutes after they were explained to him, the slightly socially awkward kind friend who had everyone’s backs but also gave them shit about their snobbier attitudes and mocked their speech patterns and was the jokingly asshole-ish slytherin friend you’d expect

has been rising the ranks inside of the ministry, usually in the offices nearer to the minister. just got a job at the wizengamot, being one of the youngest there !!

likes his job? quite a bit? he liked the administrative stuff before, and then the powerful political roles, but he finds the law much more interesting, and is very open about much needed reforms in the british magical judiciary system. he’s so far from the revolutionary type, he just wants,,,, soft changes. pls fix this broken system.

he’s also good at it?? homeboi gives Good Speeches when he needs to convince his fellow wizengamot ppl, and he always pays so much attention and notices tiny details and logic flaws, plotholes - u can’t escape dominic justice. 

people suspect he only has it because of his family’s influence, which kinda fucks him up mentally because he questions himself and his work and position in the world a lot. 

he loves music so much?? any type of music. muggle, wizard, british, international, even when he can’t understand the words. can often be seen dancing. it’s like awkward dad dancing but?? endearing. if he’s in a good mood, there’s loud music playing in his house and he’s grooving around

dom definitely enjoys the lavish lifestyle his family money and his own now can provide him. wears the best clothes, lives in an expensive but small house, enjoys his vacations in Style™, like my man has that greengrass trademark money and knows how to spend it

loves buying people gifts??? takes a long time picking them too

he’s the kind of person that would take in his friends in danger into his house and hide them, but have a serious lecture ready for them the next day. probably tell them they need to find somewhere else to stay since they’re there bc shady stuff. BUT HE’LL TAKE THEM IN

he’s alecto and amycus’s cousin?? how fun?? also somewhat related to the blacks and lestranges bc pureblood families?? all related lbr

parallels: randall pearson (this is us), george o'malley (grey’s anatomy), leo fitz (agents of shield), chloe decker (lucifer), simon lewis (shadowhunters), ravi chakrabarti (izombie)

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Perfectionism is very addictive because it is very seductive. It’s so great to think ‘There’s a way I can do things where I can never be held in judgment by other people, that I can totally escape criticism.’ But it doesn’t work.

Brené Brown, The Power of Vulnerability (via halflunar)