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[mxrcusflint]

Last!! <3

the other piece i’m picking away at is this artist-exes au, which has very little plot right now:

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The waiter fumbled with the smooth grace of someone used to witnessing rich men and their mistresses. “Lovely to have you again, Mr. Bradshaw.”

ask me more from this!

[userlorelai]

hello! just wanted to pop in and tell you how much i love your blog! <3

Aw, thank you! Yours isn't too bad either ;) <3

[colubrina]

🌻☀️🌼🌟💛🐝🍯 good morning! Hope your day is bright and shiny!

And I hope your day was filled with beauty and joy!

[daphnenott]

for @slytherdornet​ spring event ➺ draco x hermione:

and you, in shades of blue

[merflk]

andromeda black tonks

[abrcxasmalfoy]

2k make me choose: Fred or George

“The thing about growing up with Fred and George," said Ginny thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.”    

for @dunnkirk (lov u)

[wandlores]

luneville!

this is for the @hprarepairnet during the war challenge!

neville didn’t realize what he had until it was gone.

life seemed to work that way, funnily enough.

with luna being captured, neville didn’t know where to look.

she had become his top confidant. his best friend. his anchor.

dumbledore’s army just wasn’t the same while she was away.

one day she was there, and the next she was gone.

he no longer had her wisdom to back him up. he no longer had her optimism. he no longer had her support.

and he never knew if he would get it again.

he didn’t mean to fall in love with what seemed to be a ghost, but he did.

every night, he thought of her as he tried to fall asleep.

she was the only thing that could calm his anxiety as heard the carrow’s lurk through the halls.

he thought of her dirty blonde waves that she always tucked behind her ears with her wand. he thought of her makeshift jewelry, and how it would jangle as she practiced dueling. he thought of her hugs, and how warm they made him feel. how they made him feel safe.

he tried not to assume the worst. he tried to convince himself that she was not dead.

but he eventually did, because neville was a pessimist. he always had been.

so when she walked through the great hall the first day she got back, he was in complete shock.

after her experience of being locked away, he figured if she was alive, she would lose a part of herself. he knew he would.

but she didn’t. when he saw her, she was glowing. she was stronger. she was stronger than he ever was. than he ever would be.

he didn’t feel himself get up from his table, but his feet were racing towards her before he could even slow down his pace.

his body rammed into her full speed, but she caught him in his arms. she rubbed his back comfortingly, just like she always had in the past.

he wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. he just let her hold him, and he buried his head into her neck. 

he was sure she could feel his tears hitting her skin, but she didn’t comment on them.

all she said to him was, “i know.” 

[jisungjuice]

Pansy x Percy anything tbh 😂 miss you babe!!

The office + betting AU that doesn’t have any prompts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Pansy should have never gone out to drink with her coworkers

They were rowdy and loud and always wanted to play stupid games instead of letting her finish her firewhiskey in peace

Unfortunetely, sometimes it was requiered to intereact with them in social gatherings

And now she was being forced to try to outdrink her immediate superior, which turned out to be one of the most annoying people in the office, albeit not quite as rowdy as the rest of them

Percy Weasley rolled his eyes as his mates sat him down in front of Pansy and placed two shots in front of them

“This is stupid,” Pansy repeated for the hundreth time. “I don’t get anything out of it if I win, which I clearly will.” She signaled at Percy, who was scrawny and already looked drunk

Percy sneered at her and pushed up his glasses. “Let’s make it more interesting, then.”

She and Percy had always butted heads ever since her first day at the office, and even though he was a pain in the ass, he was the only one with a sharp enough tongue to match Pansy’s

“If I win, I get to decide what you wear the next work-week.”

There were whistles and hoots all around and Pansy smirked.

“Same if I win, then. Deal?” She extended out her hand to him

He took it. “Deal”

Pansy poured the shot down her throat without a second thought and watched Percy do the same

After the third shot Pansy wasn’t even aware of other people anymore, she simply knew that her shot glass was getting filled and that Percy had his blue eyes on her as he matched her drink by drink

Everything was hazy and confusing, all she could see was blue and red, her whole body numb as she somehow kept managing to swallow the tasteless liquid

Across the table, a hand reached out to her before everything went black

Pansy woke up the next day and whished she had died the previous night

She learnt from Daphne that she and Percy had both passed out after the thirteenth shot and been carried home by their respective friends, which meant that they both either won, or lost

If she knew Percy, he’ll be waiting for her first thing Monday with the most terrible outfit imaginable, so Pansy wasn’t about to be outdone

She picked out yellow neon sweeatpants with matching jacket and equally bright shoes, because she couldn’t imagine anything looking worse on a ginger like Percy

But Percy’s clothes for her were so much worse than she could have ever imagined

A bright fucsia prom dress with shimmering shoes and a fucking tiara

They stared at each other a full minute before taking their respective outfits and going into their offices to change

Nobody got any work done that day

But Pansy’s choice for Percy was definitely the winner on Monday

That afternoon after work she went shopping again, and bought the most humiliating, high-school style suit she could find, complete with a pink flowery corsage

Everyone gathered in the break room that Tuesday with high expectations as to what Pansy and Percy would make each other wear

To her horror, Percy pulled out the most vile and tasteless mini dress and completed it with heavy steampunk boots, which made Pansy feel like a goth streetworker

Nevertheless, she wore it all and stood up proudly, never letting Percy see that he got to her, and he did exactly the same

By the end of the day she could look into the mirror without cringing

Wednesday’s outfits consisted of ripped, faded jeans, a jean buttondown, jean jacket, and cowboy boots for Percy

Which didn’t look nearly as bad as she had pictured in her head

And Percy had brought her the ugliest pair of man slacks from the 80’s, along with suspenders and a tie dye t-shirt she was pretty sure he had made himself

Percy had won this round, but Pansy would be ready for Thursday

She waited outside of Percy’s office, already wearing ballet outfit he had chosen for her

Joke was on him, though, because Pansy looked amazing in tights

She couldn’t wait until everyone saw what she had picked out for him

It was about the most un-Percy thing ever and he would be humiliated

Percy stepped out, but nobody was laughing

Not even Pansy

By now she had his sizes measured perfectly, so she selected the leather trousers two sizes too small and the death metal band t-shirt was actually hers

They could all practically see Percy’s bellybutton and yet no one was laughing

The leather jacket even had the words ‘Daddy’s Girl’ on the back, why on earth was Percy looking so confident?

Maybe she shouldn’t have chosen doctor martins when she could have chosen something like some very high heels

Damn it, high heels would look amazing with this outfit too

No one seemed to dare to say a word, and their coworkers left, some of them giving Pansy pity looks

She got to her feet, angry and flushed, most likely from having to wear the pink frilly mess while Percy enjoyed the victory that day too

All day she had to sit in her desk and watch Percy walk by while wearing something that should have looked laughable on him but simply…didn’t.

When she got home she took a long bath and tried to find the motivation or creativity to come up with the final outfit for Percy, but she felt so confused and frustrated that she thought she’d just take a pillowcase

When she arrived at work, no one was waiting in the break room, and she didn’t see Percy anywhere either

She finally found him in his office, the door locked

When she knocked he let her in, and Pansy thought he looked slightly more uptight than usual

But maybe that was just the lack of midriff showing

“No outfit for me?” He asked her as he sat behind his desk

Pansy shrugged. “Would you consider wearing a paperhat that said ‘bonehead’?

Percy smiled and then pulled out a bag with the clothes Pansy had made him wear yesterday and his face got slightly red

“Would you wear this today?” he asked

He had never asked before, simply handed her the outfits

“You don’t have to go out if you don’t want.” His voice hoarse, his face even redder. “Maybe just wear it here?”

Pansy couldn’t move, she was too shocked, too baffled, too…intrigued

“Would you wear it again, too?” she asked

Percky quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe. In my house? After a date?”

Pansy felt her knees weaken, but she extended out her hand to him anyway.

“Deal.”

[karmas]

hp moodboards →  ᴛʜᴇᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ﹠ ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴡᴇᴀsʟᴇʏ (requested by @nxrcissamxlfoy)

Percy Weasley was used to the usual throng of wizards in the various Improper Use of Magic trials he witnessed as the Minister’s assistant. That is, until a certain handsome Theo Nott is brought in for trial and catches Percy’s attention instead.

[pushkins]

regulus black sat on the edge of a putrid lake that spouted bodies like a volcano spouts ash from its cone. he has been sitting there for fifteen minutes filling the loneliness with memories of a lifetime that has become too whitewashed to recall, only the other death eaters stand out like splashes of colour in green and red and black, all too angry at the world.

(he is going to die soon).

that was what they had been: angry, misguided children that had grown to commit acts of unforgivable nature. falling, one by one — drawn in by a gravitational pull exacerbated by the increasing number of friends who joined. the yes was easy; what came after was hard. and before anyone understood they were at war.

it became a conflict of attrition, expanding with voldemort's power until they came so close to touching the light, and regulus' discovery was an accident of curiosity. evan touching his knee ever so lightly before crawling off to bed and leaving regulus with his books; had evan insisted regulus would've gone with him: weary, defeated, suspicions festering.

the younger death eaters are a close band of unruly children brought to heel under voldemort's spells; they are his foot soldiers, removing obstacles and dying with his black mark on their skin.

regulus, evan, wilkes, rabastan had compared their marks right away: their skin tingling with ink and magic and a sense of belonging. firewhiskey bottles, dares, duels — regulus remembers the elation then, laughing as evan kissed him against a lamppost, moths fluttering overhead. it had been a warm summer; wilkes catcalling, rabastan rolling his eyes, for regulus there had been nothing but his heart repeating a name, a promise.

and then the realisation came too late: they had always been fighting on the wrong side. they had been on the wrong side for so long they had grown into monsters. the understanding came to regulus at the crack of dawn following a long night of insomnia after discovering voldemort's secret, evan's breath slow and even next to him.

regulus black was cunning, he would find a way. because regulus and sirius black loved their friends from different sides of the war. and regulus never wanted his friends, his family to die.

this all had to end; the fall had to begin here, from within.

— untitled  || Eliot C. || inspired by(x)

[mxrcusflint]

music shuffle game!

tagged by @nixie-deangel and @tornadeoqueen 🤍 it's so fun to see everyone's music tastes | Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag a few friends to do the same

Lost - Skaya, bülow

Strangers - Ethel Cain

The Knife - Maggie Rogers

Wtf u want. - OSTON

Haunt Me - Yana

toothache - searows

Are You Ten Years Ago - PVRIS

I Told You Things - Gracie Abrams

In The Living Room - Maggie Rogers

Onlysmokecigsontheweekend - Walkabout

all of these have fueled specific fic or wips on loop if you can guess which is for which

no pressure tag @halestrom @intrepidjourneys @rcgersromanoff @tgmsunmontue @nxrcissamxlfoy

[blackregulus]

mrcusflint → ripregulus → blackregulus

once u go black u never go back 😉 thank u sm @puddifoot i lov u

[colubrina]

7 ;)

oh, pick the hard one lol.  ok...

7.  Pitch your book in 240 characters or less!

18 y/o Aubryn’s ex-boyfriend was kidnapped by the fairy queen.  When another fairy drops – quite literally – into her back yard she has to decide if rescuing her ex is worth the risk, especially when her stunning potential guide through Fairy has a dangerous agenda of his own. #YA #Fantasy

from nanowrimo asks

[daphnenott]

ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ, ʀᴏꜱᴇᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ

↪ happy birthday kelsey! @draamione

[merflk]

for @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet summer challenge: fleur delacour x penelope clearwater

“I’ve never felt this light in my life.”

“France does that to people, my love.”

“I don’t think it’s France, Fleur. I really don’t.”

[abrcxasmalfoy]

text to screen:

“[The sorting hat] only put me in Gryffindor,” said Harry in a defeated voice, “because I asked not to go in Slytherin…”

“Exactly,” said Dumbledore, beaming once more. “Which makes you very different from Tom Riddle.