#cwftask

[claudettedelacour]

                              Making a lark of the misery

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶 𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒? 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓂 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃, 𝒟𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝒶 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈?

[chaoswillfallrpg]

TASK: LOVE POTION NO.9

“Together we can take it to the end of the line. Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time.” - Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler (1983)

To celebrate the month of love we would like you to create a graphic/mood board for your characters Amortentia. It can be a collection of images they associate with the smell or aesthetics of them brewing it.

Let everyone know what they smell by doing a small piece of writing alongside your board or graphic to describe the scents and where each have come from through the years. Please feel free to include a story or ways in which the smells have changed throughout the years and if your character has figured out why the scents appear when they brew the potion.

Presenting the first ever Task Tuesday! Each month we will be posting a task for our members to help promote character development! We’d like to post these tasks on the first Tuesday of every month.

As this is a task it is completely optional, so it’s your choice whether you want to take part or not. If you do choose to complete the task please post a link to your post in the ‘task’ channel on discord before the next task is announced to be awarded a chaos point. Chaos points will be awarded in accordance with the alligence of the character who has completed the task.

[oh-evans]

TASK: Muse A is shopping for Yule sweaters at Madame Malkins, Muse B sees them trying on the sweater and can’t keep their opinion to themselves.

@oh-evans and @thxleoprincess​

It was one of those days- Lily had planned to wake up early and beat the crowds in Diagon Alley, but of course the cat had knocked over her relic of an alarm clock and she’d found herself fighting swarms of people just to run her errands. Subsequently, she’d ended up positively slogging through racks at Madame Malkin's, feeling Christmas spirit-less, searching for the perfect set of ugly sweaters for her and Marlene (it had seemed like a sweet idea at the time). Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell if the one she’d just walked out of the fitting room in was ugly-as-in-cute or ugly-as-in-ugly. “Ew,” she groaned under her breath.

[jamspctter]

Closed Starter: @blondsblack​ Where: A Baking Class

The bakery in Diagon Alley has allowed costumers to join a gingerbread cookie baking class. Muse A and Muse B are paired together and so the disaster begins.

The bakery in Diagon Alley has allowed costumers to join a gingerbread cookie baking class. Muse A and Muse B are paired together and so the disaster begins.

James stared at the ingredients in front of him, he had absolutely no idea why he was here of all places. It wasn’t like he was planning on doing any cooking for the holidays at any point, but he figured if he was stuck here he would try to at least make the best of it -- and the best cookies he could. James had started to accept that he would be in this for the long haul up until the cheery, red cheeked witch brought up cooking partners. He took a look around him only to soon realize everyone else had their own partner except for him and -- Narcissa Black?

Almost instantly his guard shot up and he watched as the witch set eyes on her and then on him. “Why don’t you two pair up? A beautiful woman, and a handsome man,” she winked and ushered him over to Narcissa’s side. Gulping he turned to look over to Narcissa and gave her a small smile.

“Well -- looks like we’re stuck together? Hope you can bake.”

[celiabbott]

      cecelia  edith  genevieve  abbott  .

      sometimes  you  just  don’t  know  the  answer  ‘til  someone’s  on  their  knees  and  asks  you,   “she  would’ve  made  such  a  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚  bride,   what  a  shame  she’s  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝  in  the  head,”   they  said  but  you’ll  find  the  real  thing  instead.   she’ll  patch  up  your  tapestry  that  i  𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅.   

[wickedbellax]

TASK: LOVE POTION NO. 9

Being the daughter of a woman who was overjoyed to show off her home to the world, Bellatrix was used to the constant crowds coming and going from Brideswater Manor. During the holidays is when events really kicked up with the biggest event being Druella’s annual Christmas Eve parties. Hoping for a trouble-free party, she would often send her three daughters off with the other children to stay out of her way and entertain themselves. It was her fondness of spending time with her sisters that Bella can easily identify the aroma of fire burning that appears in her Amortentia. It’s a smell that has been present since she first learned how to brew the potion and it hasn’t changed since.

The second scent she can identify has been present since the last year of schooling at Hogwarts, when Bella first began her journey as a servant to the Dark Lord. During this time, when she couldn’t escape to her home to meet with Tom, they’d arrange meetings on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The smell of damp moss and trees is heavily present now when she has brewed the potion, simply because in those early moments together the girl was determined to prove herself and how deep her loyalty was to him. Despite having proved herself deserving of the position as his second in command, it is a memory she holds close to her heart as it was when her eyes were truly opened to the power she could achieve by being with Tom Riddle.

It’s the third and final scent that continues to perplex her. Bella knows it’s not a scent she’s grown up with like the burning fire nor can she remember any particular memory that matches the scent from her time at Hogwarts either. It is far more recent scent, a quick whiff of salt water, like that of an ocean but she can’t recall having any fond memories around the ocean. She doesn’t brew Amortentia enough to pose any questions to anyone close to her about it though it is always on the back of her mind as to why it keeps appearing. For now though, she’s more focused on the artifacts the Dark Lord has asked her to retrieve from Erik Borgin and Caius Burke than trying to identify some silly little scent that’s probably nothing of importance.

[hausofmacnair]

cwftask || sorcerers best friend

There was the occasional owl or cat around the home growing up but Amiria never really properly had a companion in the way that most people who’re fond of animals dream of. When checking out the local muggle town, dogs did seem to always catch her attention. It was so interesting seeing how the different breeds behaved and looked. The likelihood of every being allowed one at home though was very low, neither was it possible at Hogwarts. The ability to have a pet of her own started to seem more like a possibility after school. It’s still impossible due to her living situation but that hasn’t stopped Amiria thinking about what to do when she has her own place. Endless hours of searching the internet has left her obsessed with the muggle dog breed the Tornjak, also known as Bosnian Herzegovinian - Croatian Shepherd dog. A slight hurdle to face could be the fact that that they require plenty of outdoors space to roam but Amiria feels like she could probably get around that using magic. Here’s hoping it isn’t too long before the woman has her own place of her own.

[starryeyxdmckinnon]

T A S K # NO. 2 - SORCERERS BEST FRIEND

★ CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - ANIMALS ★

✯ MARLENE MIONETTE MCKINNON ✯

He used to sing me sweet melodies, he played me, made me believe it was real love. Sing me sweet melodies but the day he did me wrong the song couldn't go on and on and on. He would lie, he would cheat over syncopated beats I was just his tiny dancer he had control of my feet. Yes, when he came along, that's when I lost the groove there was no song in the world to sing along or make me move

boys will be, boys will be boys but girls will be women

CHILDHOOD ANIMALS

Born on the Island of Skye with salty air blowing through her hair, Marlene was raised with a fire in her heart just like the very dragons her family helped care for. Ansel McKinnon was a keen dragonolist who helped to preserve the Hebridean Black Dragons that resided amongst the Hebrides islands. Helping those of the MacFusty clan in their protection and adoration of the creatures, Marlene has a deep love for the animals. Souring through the hills, adrenaline pumping through veins to escape wild dragons breeding, to helping hatch and raise dragon eggs from birth with her grandmother - a renowned dragonolist in her own right -, fire breathed in the McKinnon’s chests just like the scaly creatures they shared their home with. 

HOGWARTS ANIMALS

Wanting to take a piece of home to Hogwarts, Marlene took one of the old family cats a black tortoiseshell cat. Named Esmée by her mother who was a french stray she rescued on her trip home to Paris, the creature was fiercely protective of Marlene and had little taste for anyone that wasn’t the McKinnons or those from their home on Isle of Skye. Unfortunately an old cat, she passed before Marlene’s sixth year at Hogwarts at fifteen years old. Not having the heart to replace her, Marlene finished the rest of her Hogwarts years without a cat companion like she was so dearly used to. However with her elder brothers one by one leaving Hogwarts, Marly was begifted a horned eagle by her brother Dougal so she could easily contact him and didn’t have to bother Nathair to send an owl back home to Scotland. Still her trusted owl to this day, Marlene names her Isla with warm affection.

CURRENT ANIMAL

Heartbroken after her break up with James Potter ( @jamspctter ) Marlene became reclusive. Her typical light had dimmed into a shadowed flicker as she mourned her broken heart and tried to piece back a reality that had crumbled beneath her fingertips. Annabeth Pebworth, Dougal’s long term girlfriend at the time and now finance, had seen her heart break and wished she could do something for the girl who had always been more like the younger sister she never had. While a dear confident and a shoulder to cry on, Annabeth also became the very person that brought a ragdoll cat into Marlene’s life; gifting her as a companion to help Marlene feel less alone. Though masked as a graduation gift, it was a way for her to be there for her when she couldn’t. Dearly loved, ‘Alasdair’ dearly nicknamed Al or Ally, currently resides in Marlene and Lily’s ( @oh-evans ) apartment. Playing with Marlene’s paintbrushes and the ribbons on her ballet shoes, he is a dear addition to her life and someone Marly holds dear to her heart and often says is the only man she’ll ever need in her life. Though granted, she still can’t help but find it amusing the creatures general distaste for James and at times Sirius. ( @padfoot-chaos )

[arthurweaslcy]

summer solstice ball - june ‘83

“Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue. Morning fields of amber grain; weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand”

Arthur has never enjoyed these types of events; memories from boyhood of long nights spent in stuffy robes at the few invitations to parties in old manors his family recieved. Dressed in a modest coral suit paired with simple brown loafers, Arthur doesn’t dare to outshine Molly as they attend their first societal event as an engaged couple.

[thxleoprincess]

cwftask // love potion no ix

Lucille has long been a forward thinker. She considers her actions and behaviours of today depending on how they may affect the future. The woman’s habit, and almost obsession, to do so has in fact transferred over to what she is also attracted to. This isn’t something she has realised yet but her amortentia scent is actually a sign of what she hopes for the future. This is something that has never changed either. From the first time she brewed it in potions to if the women were to catch a whiff of it now, amortentia has never changed for Lucille.

On first impressions, the smell could be described as an earthy musk. It combines heavy scents such as sage and cedarwood. The smells are powerful, and leave an impact. They’re unavoidable, not easily missed. They’re quite homey scents. That’s not all there is though. Much life it’s real life counterpart, the note that lingers the most is the smell of cigar, smoke and tobacco. It’s considered a manly habit to smoke. These smells offer her a safe and content feeling and also coincidentally tend to be the smells worn by masculine men.

[alycanthrope]

@frank-orion Childish memories; happiness quickly destroyed as one is brought back to reality. Fenrir tries to push his thoughts down, the heart ache only ever twisting into bottled up rage that would undoubtedly spring out upon someone once it over flowed. It hurt to recall, and he had never come to learn how to deal with all the emotions that came with that hurt. Instead, he found himself with his hands in snow. No gloves, fingers quick to begin burning from the chill they began to feel. His mind was eager to occupy itself with anything that would distract him as the holidays crept closer and the memories became more persistent. Maybe it would only be a fleeting moment in time that he would find distraction in it, but if that was all he could achieve by it he would still count it as a moment of success. This time, that distraction came in the form of a snowman; one he could build up however he wishes, and tear down as he saw fit.

[macmary]

      ❛   hey,   it’s  just  you  and  me,   okay!   this  is  gonna  be  fun,   i  promise.   ❜   mary encourages,   taking hold of dorcas’ arm and pulling her along  —  holding the girl ever close to them.   as they always wished to do.   they wanted nothing more than to keep their friends close during times like these.   the wix was acutely aware of their best friend’s relationship with christmas time,   given the tragic loss of her parents during their school days and sincerely hoped some time between the two of them,   just the two of them...   indulging in this year’s yule market,   would do her some good.   an earnest attempt from them to lighten the mood and help doe see the magic of it all.   she was mary’s best friend after all,   their very closest perhaps and simply put,   they’d do anything for the girl.   wanting nothing more than to lift her spirits but content all the same,   to admit defeat if dorcas wasn’t feeling it.   the twinkling lights,   decorated shop fronts  &  various stalls drew them in further though,   prompting a bright smile across their lips.   ❛   any  input  on  what  to  do  first?   we  could  focus  on  shopping  for  gifts,   trying  all  the  food  on  offer  or  have  a  think  about  the  yule  ball...    and  our  outfits  perhaps?  or  rather,   our  dates...   ❜   

closed  starter  for  dorcas  meadowes / @suchadorcas​   (   prompt  10  ) 

[chaoswillfallrpg]

TASK: PLOTS PAGE

‘Turn around look at what you see, in her face, the mirror of your dreams. Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the light written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story’ - Never Ending Story, Limahl (1984)

For our next Task Tuesday we would like you to create a post or a page on your blog of various plots you would like for your character. This can be in a form of a list of bullet points tagged or on a separate page however you what to explore/express connections to enable other members easy access to read and send you messages regarding plots!

Plots ides you could include could range for general plots such as old class mates in potions, to ex’s, hook ups, childhood friends extra. It would be beneficial to go through your biography and see what things speak out to you. What school did they go to? Where did they grow up? What were they like personality wise growing up? Could you have seen them having a crush on someone? Was it reincorporated or an ideal longing? What hobbies did they have/were they shared? What clubs did they join? What elements really shine to you and come up with ideas off of those. Was your character practicing their charms one day and accidentally set Muse B’s clock on fire? Did your muse end up having a friendly duel with Muse B and C which started friendly but turned nasty. The world is your oyster and this is a real chance for you to explore the wizarding world and to come up with plots around it to use as bouncing blocks for characters you haven’t rpied with before.

With this task it would be extremely beneficial for all to start thinking longer term for your characters and what journey you want them to go on and how you can get them there. For example, one of the mods plays Saoirse MacMillan who is currently neutral, Hann wants her character to join the order at some point and help the cause, so has been slowly starting to build up more friendships for her characters with folks already in the orders. Things like this will help with future plotting. Try to think about how you can see them within the alliances, what are their feelings about what is happening with the Ministry at the moment and also with the current events happening. Can you see them joining The Order of The Death Eaters for example? What kind of plots/connections do they need to be forming to get there.

As this is a task it is completely optional, so it’s your choice whether you want to take part or not. If you do choose to complete the task please post a link to your page/post in the ‘task’ channel on discord to be awarded a chaos point. Chaos points will be awarded in accordance with the allegiance of the character who has completed the task.

[jonreeves]

❝ revel in the reeves...  ❞

You will be… going on a COCKTAIL CRAWL through the streets of  AMSTERDAM, taking a night off from making the cocktails and instead drinking them. Try a different cocktail at each bar and DANCE the night away and spend the evening walking the lovely streets of the city, taking in its beauty and CULTURE. Don't drink too much though! - Grizel Hurtz xoxo

psd | temp

[jamspctter]

TASK: If you were to ask what James Potter’s Armotentia smells like...

He would tell you there was almost a story to his. Different notes that seemed to tie up together perfectly, answering a question James truly didn't need the answer too. He'd tell you that beginning notes of the potion he brewed is that of books. But not just regular parchment and ink. The same antique book smell you get when you step into a book store that carries that of only the oldest and most loved books. Ones read over and over again. Then once you start to put a finger of which bookstore it is exactly the scent begins to morph to something completely different. Something not dusty but clean -- floral. There's no real set of certain flower that he can smell but sometimes a hint of a familiar rose smell hits his nose. He can't put his finger to it, but it's not strong or too powerful of a rose smell. It's natural, soft and delicate. Like a perfume specifically made to not overpower the room but let it be known that the wearer is wearing said perfume. Lastly the smell of baked goods enters James' nose. Now it's not like a bakery, but it's more like home baked items. It doesn't put hunger into his mind. It instead enlists a sense of home and family. A comforting feeling he didn't know he wanted or needed.

[deciusflint]

TASK ONE : LOVE POTION NO.9. 

DECIUS FLINT AS THE HOMEWRECKER.

“That's the thing about illicit affairs . And clandestine meetings, and longing stares.It's born from just one single glance”

“You taught me a secret language. I can't speak with anyone else. And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself. A million little times.” -  Taylor Swift

Gardenias: At the Flint Residence, Decius didn’t spend much time in the Garden. A majority of his childhood was spent in doors behind a tough mahogany door. But there was a few occasions in the hot summer when his tutors would open a window and in would flow the scene of the Gardenias, a flower that he recalled his mother often cut for herself in his earlier years. It was a smell that reminded him of the hope that had been stamped out of him, he was an heir. There were more important things to learn than about weeds and plants made the Flint Garden Flourish. But as his fondness for his mother became colder day by day, the scent faded. Until, a four-year-old Rosalie snuck into the east wing of their manor home and placed a freshly cut Gardenia onto the corner of his school desk before being ushered back out by a nanny. His heart that had been encouraged to freeze from he turned five, had the slightest sense of warmth brought back to it at the smell of a Gardenia. It is a smell that reminds him of the only happiness in his childhood, Rosalie. 

 Raspberry BonsBons + Anastasia’s Perfume – A simple reminder of his affair with Anastasia Dupont. A woman who he knows would never be accepted as his lover due to her blood status and the relationship she currently held with his best friend, Thorfinn Rowle. With his birthday being so close to Yuletide, it was typical that many forgot his birthday in the haze of holiday madness. Over the years and into adulthood, Decius had learnt to be less offended or sensitive to people’s forgetfulness. He can’t even recall Decius and Anastasia ever discussing his birthday but one particularly busy year, Anastasia was the only person of their friend group to remember. He recalled her coming to wish him a happy birthday and having a jar of wrapped Raspberry Bon Bons for them to share. A moment that kick-started both his passion for Anastasia Dupont and his fondness for the piece of muggle confectionary.

Coffee - His favourite warm drink. Fond of the fancy beans.