#c: marlene

[dreamylexei]

i appreciate every single human!skilene fanart but i think it would be funny if we started drawing marlene, who is taller than skipper

[tonksxandromeda]

Where: New Years Street Party With: @mkmarlene

Andromeda had lost track of Ted and Dora in the crowd, but had no doubt that Ted was keeping an eye on her. She was the center of the universe, and she was just happy to see them having fun. To see Ted relaxed and enjoying himself when it had become so rare. She stood in line, waiting to grab the three of them a sweet treat. She turned to see if she could spot the two of them, instead catching sight of Marlene. She didn't know Marlene well, though she'd seen her with Sirius often enough. "Marlene! Happy New Year."

[tiberiusxmclaggen]

Tiberius nodded, a smile on his lips as he slid onto the seat beside her. He took a drink of the beer, setting the glass aside once more as he focused his attention on the witch in front of him. “I’ve been good. Reckon you wouldn’t, these days if I’m not at work I’m at home with the wife. I’m afraid to inform you as a married man I’ve grown rather boring.” He joked, a chuckle falling from his lips. “What about you? Tell me your life has been far more exciting so I can live vicariously through you.”

A warm smile grew on her lips, she was content with her small celebration celebration, welcoming all and any who'd like to join in. It was best this way to keep things on the fun side rather to let herself be consumed by the weighing thoughts and most terrible feelings. "That sounds lovely." Marlene agreed, clearing out the seat beside her so the wizard could join. "How have you been, Tib? Haven't seen you much around lately."

[hollyhowl]

she … i want to chew on her /silly

[its-marymac]

location: hogwarts, status: closed; @mkmarlene (throwback thread)

Mary didn't know a lot about quidditch, she barely even knew Muggle sports as it was. But that didn't stop her from going to the games and cheering the Gryffindor team on. The feeling behind the games was more important and she would even paint signs with the girls before going. This one wasn't as much fun as Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff and the mood in the common room was a quiet one. There was definitely not a party happening that night and Mary made her way upstairs to the girls' dormitory. She was the only one in there for a while before the door opened to show Marlene. "Hey Marls, find a party somewhere? How are the boys?" she asked. "Last I saw James was tearing up and calling a rematch. Boys can be so dramatic..."

[tiberiusxmclaggen]

Tiberius recognized Marlene the moment he glanced up, having worked with her or discussed things with her often enough at the ministry. He’d heard about the attack earlier in the day, had seen the reports and the pictures come across his desk. Knew that she’d been on the ground in response. There were days he hated his job, but he didn’t envy the aurors and those that had to respond to these events. It was awful enough reading the reports, he couldn’t fathom what it was like having to be there and experience it.

He frowned at her response and shook his head. “I won’t ask. But how about a drink…or five?” He offered with a weak attempt at a smile. “It might make us feel a little better, even briefly.”

It was one of those days, counting the seconds till she got home and could drown herself in bottle after bottle. Work had been terrible, muggleborn wizards had been targeted and left for dead in the outskirts of muggle London, sent to fetch them and question them as though they’d have the answers to why this happened to them. Marlene was about done, the war looming over her at all times, ghosts of her family’s screams in every whimper coming from the muggleborn wizards she’d rescued today.

She was consumed by her thoughts, overwhelmed by them, she didn’t see him. “Sorry.” The witch whispered quickly, a hand to her forehead as she tried to come up with a better answer than the honest one. “If I told you I’m not, would you not ask about it Tib?” She wondered, too tired to keep up the pretence for the day.

[marylily-my-beloved]

Marlene Mckinnon 💋

[fayegonnaslay]

Marlene Dietrich in Monte Carlo, 1956; Photo by Mario de Biasi

[mariwatchesmovies]

Ghostlight (2024) dir. Alex Thompson & Kelly O’Sullivan cine. Luke Dyra

[lilykat-evans]

"It's the hormones." She deadpanned. Lily studied her friend carefully. She knew what Marlene's dad meant to her. This was a delicate, fragile thing and she didn't want her friend to hurt more than she had to. "Of course, of course I will. I need more water anyhow."

❋

marlene supposed lily was right, it had been an awfully long time since she had seen her father in anything but her memories. "when did you become the reasonable, level-headed one?" marlene joked, as though that was something new. she appreciated lily's offer and a smile came to her face at the thought of rosie, but still she shook her head. "i think - if i even get the nerve to talk to him tonight - it's something i'll need to do on my own. you could join me in acquiring some liquid courage, though."

[beckavery]

location: marlene and dorcas' closed: @mkmarlene

Beck hadn't returned to the place in the daylight and he had debated coming at all. It had been a few days since he was last there, stitching Dorcas' side back together with limited supplies. Beck had returned with some more healing vials that could support the process but he was still under the impression Dorcas was with one of the sides of the war and he should be proceeding cautiously. Beck stepped away from the door after knocking on it. When it opened, he went still. She was definitely not Dorcas. "Hi," he said dumbly, not knowing what else to say. "Is Dorcas...?"

[apollinebeausejour]

where: three broomsticks who: @jamesffleamont, @mkmarlene, & open

Returning back to London left her in a constant state of tension. Always glancing over her shoulder, wondering if they were truly done with her. What happened to her would remain her story, a truth that only a few may ever learn. Though, that tension, being around the people that were in the Three Broomsticks, the tension seemed to wane, and her shoulders dropped.

Apolline ordered a glass of wine, turning to the person at the bar. "Is birthday wizard here?" A smile on her face.

[padfoot-lupin77]

Is it a coincidence that all my fav characters are in urgent need of therapy?

[willabulstrode]

"It seems genuine, more genuine than other attempts." Willa pointed out with a shrug, and that was true. Most of the time with the Bulstrode family, it was clear in their invitations if she was merely there for a quick photograph. Agatha and Emir's wedding seemed genuine. "I think I've always hope that out of all the madness, perhaps there would be a sister at the other side of it all." She shrugged, it was a truthful admission, a vulnerable one that Willa wouldn't make to other people.

Glancing at her watch, the end of her lunch was approaching, a shame. Willa was enjoying a catch-up with Marlene. "I'd love that, we should get something scheduled."

She adored Willa's mother to a fault, the witch had been close friends to her own parents growing up and had been like an aunt to Marlene throughout her life. She'd especially opened up the doors of her house to welcome the witch when tragedy hit, something she'd be forever grateful for. "Well, can't help but admire her." She offered with a smile dancing on her lips. "Can you ask?" The blonde wondered, though she was well aware of the tumultous relationship her friend had with that side of her family, she knew of her hopes too. "If it was her, perhaps it's a door opening and you should take it, darling. I know you want to." She reached out to squeeze the brunette's hand, a gentle but encouraging gesture. "Well, whenever you want to, we're old enough to have sleepovers even on week days."

[hollyhowl]

recent pixel icons i’ve done of my characters involved in a story i’m writing + my fursona who is semi unrelated (first)

[edgarebones]

where: the order headquarters who: @mkmarlene

He had received letter from the blonde, left on his desk, and after reading it over a few times, he had decided what to do with the question she posed. An owl was delivered to the young witch and he waited for her in the meeting room.

A smile stretched on his face when she walked in, standing from his seat. "Marlene, thanks for coming." He moved around to pull out a seat for her, pushing it in when she sat. "I got your message." Edgar took his seat back in his spot. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He had no problem being her mentor.