#ft. edgar

[xmollyweasleyx]

where: order headquarters. who: edgar bones; @edgarebones.

Molly wasn't part of the Order but that didn't mean she didn't give any intel over. Edgar was her point person. He was trustworthy, would keep her anonymous if she asked and was one of her oldest friends. He would take care of her, not only as a friend but also as someone of importance to the cause. She may not have been a member but she believed in everything the Order was.

She did have access to Order Headquarters and Edgar had asked her to meet him there. She didn't ask any questions. If her dear friend needed something from her she was there. As Molly entered the room she saw Edgar sitting, waiting for her to arrive.

"And here I was thinking I would be early. You always beat me to the punch, Bones." Molly pulled up a chair and sat next to him. "So tell me. What brings me here?"

[devinxfortier]

closed starter ft. devin + edgar @edgarxfortier

Leaning up against a door frame of the fine dining establishment - fingers traced the familiar wood grain as if she could pluck the precious memories from the fibers of the beams before clearing her throat. Red high heels crossed one over the other as she leaned further, jeans hugging curves like a lover and a fine shirt - rather casual for the Anvil. It felt like a set-up by mama and the aunties to make plans and then cancel only to see Edgar there looking the way he always did. She'd have some words for the women of the nguyen family that liked to meddle in her mangled married state "Hello there, stranger. Seems like the aunties set me up good - care to partner up for this or are you just here to eat?"

[inxthexshadowxofxdeath]

🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with (Syd) (Art, Edgar, Christian)

To be stuck in an elevator with - Christian (It’s easiest to ignore him here.)

To be stuck in traffic with - Art (You KNOW these two have sat in LA traffic in together in Sydney’s baby blue jeep, singing their heart out to Abba before. And it is always a vibe.)

To be stuck in the apocalypse with - Edgar. (Truly the only person Sydney trusts more is Sol and occasionally his mother - and that’s not always.)

@wanderinglcst ; @edgarwayne ; @thirtecnth

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

📝 Kirby & Edgar

Their first impression:

"i have never met this man before why is he insisting i go to the clinic i fall out of tree's on a regular basis i'm fi- WHY IS HE SO STRONG WHAT IS HE HIDING?!"

Their current impression:

"he's family to me, even if he's not my bio dad he's been there for me more than any foster family i've ever had. i would both die and or kill for this man."

What they like the most about your muse:

his laugh, seeing him happy just makes them happy.

What they dislike the most about your muse:

how he talks negatively about himself sometimes and thinks he doesn't deserve nice things. they wanna fight his stupid fucking ex.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):

father figure/essentially their dad

A general opinion of their relationship:

quite literally would not be able to live without him.

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:

"when i thought i lost you i wanted to spiral, i almost did and i would've if it wasn't for teddy. you've become one of the best things to happen in my life and one of the people who make me feel genuinely loved and i don't ever want to lose that or you."

[xremus-lupinx]

Remus looked down. "Self-loathing, yeah." Once those words came from Edgar's mouth he felt a different kind of spiral. This man that he looked up to saw something inside of him that was truly a fault. He wanted to make Edgar proud and beating himself up wasn't the way to do it yet there he was. He was beating himself up for beating himself up. What the bloody hell? he said to himself. He needed to stop it. The best way to make someone proud was to take a deep breath, work on clearing his head and hold his head as high as he could in that moment.

Remus tried. He took the deep breath anyway. A few of the negative voices dropped off but too many were still too loud. And he lifted his head ever so slightly. It's all he could do.

"Business. I like getting down to business." It helped keep his mind busy. He hated that there was business that needed to be done but it's something he was good at. "Lead the way."

[ END ]

Edgar had a high tolerance for people who needed the opportunity to vent and feeling down on themselves. They were going through a hard time and it happened. Though, when it came to Remus and being a werewolf, it was something that would be with him for the rest of this life and he would have to come to accept it. "When you are in a better state of mind, we will have to talk about this self loathing you have. It is beneath you. You are much stronger than you give credit for. You will gain control once you have confidence in yourself."

He nods his head at him. "Let's get you back to my place, fed and clean, then we have business to discuss."

[teasugarcoffee]

happy birthday psychonauts ily and your funky characters

[w4lkmann]

edgar and lime imac g3 doodle on magma :3

[xremus-lupinx]

“Thank you. If she needs anything you’ll be the first to know,” Remus replied. “I assure you she’s being well taken care of.” He had been doing all he could since she was released from the hospital. She wasn’t one hundred percent but close to it. He was there to help and watch over her. Except for this errand. She knew he was going to tell what happened and she insisted.

Remus listened to Edgar. “Much bolder indeed. It’s maddening and infuriating.” He took a deep breath. “Yes, she jumped in front of me. I was trying to protect her, knowing I could take them but she got out of reach. There was nothing I could do. The hex went directly at her. I tried, tried to go after them but they cowered into their ridiculous smoke.

I don’t know what they were doing there. Neither does Aurora. She suggested we go back and see if there are any clues left behind. I don’t know if they were out looking for just anyone or if it was a planned attack against Order members. It could easily be either but I wonder if it was the latter.”

Remus didn’t want to ask Edgar for anything but he plucked up the courage. “May I ask you a favor?”

Edgar was pleased to hear that Aurora was doing well, slightly disappointed in himself for not making it to the hospital when she was admitted. At least he knew Remus was there, even knowing the history between them. "If there is anything you need from me, let me know. I will make sure she has it." He smiles.

The wizard leans back in his chair, arms bridging over his chest, waiting for the one in front of him to explain what happened. "They are getting more bold." Edgar was afraid of this happening. He worried about what the dark lord might be up to, knowing that they needed to secure a few Death Eater's to get information from them. A plan in action.

"She stepped out in front of you?" That concerned him, knowing that anyone would do it for the person they cared about, but still, willingly putting oneself in harms way was not good. "Do we know what they were doing there?"

[vargaslovinghours]

Happy Vargas Day! Stop saying 100%

They are truly Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde-ing it up around the Institute ♥ The role(s) was made for them!

Doctor meme!Edgar is here to assist! Scriabin is also here, to make quips at Edgar’s expense, equally important

He’s swooning! Catch him! Hold him in your weak noodle big strong arms!

Not an MD. Maybe. The text on his certificate is blurry, it must’ve been printed weirdly. It’s totally legit, don’t bother checking, just trust him

[milkteethss]

starter for @novemindie

the garden was decorated beautifully; all lanterns and flowers and soft, enchanting music weaving throughout the tables, and yet odele was the picture of misery. at 25, she was the oldest bride of her family's generation. she knew that, in part, this was due to her being the youngest - her father had had ten other siblings to worry about unions for before her. another factor had been money: it had dried up, around sibling number eight. odele had no dowry, the only thing she had to offer was her name and her ties to the crown, which was weak at best. and now, sat in the centre of her own engagement party, she looked everything but the beautiful, blushing bride-to-be she was supposed to. her brow was creased, and worry etched its way into her features. her betrothed was late - and not just by a few minutes, but near on two hours now. "he's not coming," she muttered to no one in particular, hiding her face in her hands. "this whole thing is a farce. call it all off."

[xmollyweasleyx]

where: the burrow. who: @edgarebones; edgar bones.

Edgar was an old friend. Seeing him at the party reminded Molly she had not spent enough time with him as of late. She knew he was a busy man but even the busiest of people needed time to relax and enjoy the world rather than fighting it — no matter how much fighting needed to be done.

Molly sent him an owl inviting him to the burrow for lunch, hoping to break up his day a bit. She hadn’t heard back from him but it was only sent that morning. She believed he would show so she cooked. Molly made her world famous, homemade fish and chips. And an apple pie, sitting in the window to cool. And some pumpkin pasties. There’s never enough dessert.

Rather than having the boys running around she sent them to spend time with their uncle Fabian who actually had the day off — perhaps she should have invited him too but then who would have watched the children? Another day.

Molly was finishing up the chips she was working on when she heard a knock at the door. “Ah!” she hopped to the door and opened it. “Edgar!” she exclaimed. “Come in, come in.”

[ariibgrande]

how is it we were in the same place, at the same time and we didn't see each other? i know the met is very crowded and so many people. plus, i did dip out early but still! did you enjoy it? i hope that you did! @daisyeminence

[sydbswccncy]

how did i completely forget about your new film? thank god, i decided to go look at your insta. i swear i would have bugged jacob when you were filming to go visit the set so we could have hung out. i am so depressed right now but your insta post? i'm a little in love with you. @daisyeminence

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

📝- Kirby & Edgar <3

what holiday does your muse associate with mine?

what setting reminds your muse of mine?

what scent reminds your muse of mine?

[petrificusx]

setting: some uppity wizard’s estate featuring: caradoc dearborn & edgar moller-bones @edgcrmb

It wasn’t very often that Caradoc made a house call on behalf of a bank client. Most of the time if someone employed Gringotts and its curse breakers, it was to hold their valuables in one of its many vaults, with curse breakers being sent in to unwind the curses placed on the objects within. Sometimes the bank foreclosed on property, or bid on estates and would send out their curse breakers to the locations to work on the objects prior to moving them to the vaults. But to go to a client’s house and work on items they didn’t intend to check into a vault was uncalled for, and yet that’s what lead him there, on a craggy cliff on the coast where a black stone structure sat. As the salty sea air whipped through his tousled hair, the man walked up the crumbling stairs towards a door, barely glancing above the owl correspondence he received from the Head Banker requesting his presence. That’s when he noticed another figure standing at the door. “Hello there,” Cary began, combing his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face. “Edgar, what a surprise,” he greeted the other Order member, and another curse breaker. “Don’t tell me we’ve both been hired for the same job.” Cary couldn’t help the friendly chuckle at the thought. Typically he found Elowen Nott poaching on his jobs, but he didn’t think Edgar was trying to steal work from him. Perhaps this was such a difficult task that the master of the house required two equally skilled curse breakers on the case. And Cary, as gifted a curse breaker as he was, spent too much time the last week mulling over the aftermath of finding the Fudge girl’s body that he welcomed the idea of an extra hand. “Unless you’re the mysterious employer? Now that would be a plot twist.”

[frankenjoly]

As usual

ranpoe + established routine also for ranpoe week 2024's day 6: music

One of Poe’s favorite moments to write was whenever Ranpo was practicing, no matter if alone or with the whole group.

Sure, at first it had felt like intruding ADA’s rehearshalls, even with Ranpo’s express invitation that obviously included the rest of the band’s approval (it wouldn’t have happened otherwise), but not now when he was more than well acquainted with everyone. He sat in what had already become his somewhat designated spot, while nearby Yosano either read or played with Karl, who had taken a liking to her almost as soon as he had done with Ranpo.

And speaking of Ranpo, any moment they called a day or took the smallest break, he lost no time in making himself comfortable in the couch they sat in, as a mischievous cat who had just decided no more work was going to be done for a while.

“You got me sweets?” And, of course, Edgar had.

(Also on ao3.)