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10/26/2020 11:44 PM 



10/26/2020 11:44 PM 


Character Aesthetic.


10/26/2020 11:25 PM 

bronwyn stark

Bronwyn is the eldest Stark daughter, born almost a year after Jon. Though she may not be considered an extraordinary beauty by some, she possesses a natural charm that draws attention. It's not entirely unwelcome attention; she can be quite vain and often craves the validation. She's a social chameleon of sorts, with a warm disposition and is able to get along with most, but tends to come off a bit twee to some. When all the Stark children are given direwolves, she chooses the one that seems most timid and apprehensive, naming her Ilva. With her being a wolf and not a domestic dog, Bronwyn sees it fit to let Ilva roam freely and consequently has frequent 'wolf dreams.' At some point, she begins warging so often that she sometimes exhibits feral behavior.

𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊·𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎

10/26/2020 10:32 PM 

Activity Check 11/1

Raven had lived in a metaphoric horror film since the moment shewas born. Odds had consistently been stacked against and when shefinally believed that she was going to be adopted into a loving home,she found herself locked in a cage and tested on like a lab rat forover ten years. Despite the sh*t-show that had been her life, Rae made it a point to live freely. She was done being shackled for otherpeople's gain or amusement and so from the moment she escaped the testing facility at the age of 16, she did just that. She lived.It was another typical night in, a bottle of whiskey settled betweenher thighs as she mindlessly watched the pictures of the televisionflash before her eyes.  It had been a long week filled with the typicalchaos that Valkery was known for, causing her to fall in and out of sleepuntil all at once, she felt the heavy seduction of her subconscious takehold and pull her under.Her eyes fluttered awake slowly, irritated at a sharp prick at the crookof her right arm. A soft groan in protest slipped past her lips as her headrolled to the side, curious to the sensation. Her visage was blury at first,bringing her to blink several times naturally before she could take inwhat she was looking at. There were muffled sounds about the room followed bya melodic beep that occured every few seconds. There was a figure, blurry stilluntil she blinked a few times and noticed a familiar white coat. The gray-haired man's face came to view and all at once, she felt the color drainfrom her features. This wasn't just any old man... this was The Doctor, thevery one that had led the inhumane tests on her for well over a decade.Fear gurgled up to the back of her throat as she naturally began to writhewithin her restraints, ignoring the bite of cold metal against her wrists andankles each time that she tried to fight against them. A soft gravelly chuckleescaped The Doctor as he pulled the needle away from her arm, his onyx opticsfixing within her wide, emerald oceans. "Try all you want, but all you aredoing is harming yourself" He chimed, his voice annoyingly cheerful. "I toldyou, did I not? There was no way you were going to get away from me. I haveonly just begun." The man completed.Rae snarled, eyes narrowing in on the man. "LET ME OUT!" She bellowed, stillattempting to free herself from the restraints to no avail. The Doctor turnedaway from her, the sound of items clinking against one another ringing withinher ears before he turned back to her, a scalpel in hand. Her eyes snapped downto the sharp knife that glinted under the luminescent lamp overhead. "Don't youcome near me!" Raven screamed, her body still thrashing against the table untilshe felt an odd warming sensation wash over her. 'The injection. He injected me with some sort of sedative', she thought just as her vision began to blur. The old man laughed under his breath once more, lowering the knife down to her chestafter he pulled down the thin white sheet that covered her bare body."There's no use in fighting it. You're mine." And with that, he lowered the tipof the scalpel down to the center of her chest and pressed down, the sharp paincausing her to scream internally as dark crimson blood beaded from the puncturespot. Rae wanted to scream, to foolishly cry out for help but before she could,she felt the heaviness of sleep take over her and all at once... she slipped away.


10/26/2020 09:28 PM 

AC - 11/1

It was no surprise to anyone that Halloween was Eden's favorite holiday. In fact, she tyically has herhome completely decorated for Halloween every year the moment the third week of September rollsaround. Her family never understood her fascination. Bible thumpers like her step-mother and fatherthought that there was something psychologically wrong with the petite female but in the end, therewasn't really anything that needed to be done. Instead of favoring Christmas, she liked Halloween.There was no need to cure that.Eden was in the midst of watching some of her favorite horror flicks, this time around she had zonedin on The Exorcism of Emily Rose. To watch the movie correctly, the brunette made sure to turn offall of the lights in her home, only leaving a few orange and purple string lights as 'mood lighting" aswell as a lit candle here and there. She had watched this movie several times before and despite beinga seasoned horror queen, she could never fully get over the  way the demonic scene got to her. Sheknew it was coming. Her mocha hues fixed on the screen as she watched the priest and others hurryoff to the bar where they watched a possessed Emily Rose rush into. Eden was sitting cross-legged,naturally leaning forward as she felt herself get sucked into the scene as they found Emily who then moved in unnatural ways, her foreign tongue rambling off of every demon that possessed her as herwild, dilated pupils bore heavily into the viewer.A strange, icy chill washed over Eden's body as she watched this scene, the very scene she must have watched at least fifty times before this. Emily opened her mouth and out poured the most unnaturaldemonic scream; before it was over, a large decorative picture that was hanging on the left side of thetelevision fell off the wall, the glass shattering instantaneously as it crashed to the floor. Eden jumped,her heart feeling as if it were about to tear through its bone cage as she lept up from the couch and staredat the broken glass. Pale fingers fumbled for the remote to pause the flick, realizing how scared she wasby how long it took to pause the movie due to her clumsy, trembling fingers.  Once the movie was paused,she found herself lost within the eerie silence of her home.Eden typically enjoyed the adrenaline rush that scary movies gave her and, typically she prided herselfin being unable to find a movie that truly scared her... but now, she was scared. How did the picture framefall off the wall? And why did it have to fall at that part of the movie? Her heart still felt as if it were goingto beat out of her chest as she hurried away from the broken picture to turn on every damn light in her house.Even though, Eden couldn't bring her heart to calm long enough to deal with the picture. She turned off the movie and found the cutest show she could find filled with baby animals in hopes of helping her forget thestrange coincidence that will soon spring forth a good week's worth of nightmares.


10/26/2020 07:26 PM 

A hunters timeout

A hunters timeout No one can look away anymore. The warmth faded away, replaced by coldness. Not stinging and icy just yet. But not pleasant either anymore. Summer said goodbye, while autumn sent out its lovely colorful greeting. The trees began to shake off their red, orange and yellow coat, collected to their roots and all around, wherever the fresh wind carried each leaf. Bright and long days pushed into the background, gave the lead to a gloomy atmosphere.  But it was a wonderful season. Warmer clothes came along with a warm feeling within the heart. And least this is how Noah saw this time of the year. It was stunning, beautiful.The sound of relaxed and soft steps, created by warm black boots, underlined the peaceful atmosphere of the evening. The sun disappeared on the horizon, gave room for the full moon high up on the darkening sky. It was the perfect time to get a few drinks, enjoy some music, and, if it happened by chance, have a good conversation and company. Pale hands lifted, slender fingers brushed through blonde-pink dyed hair to fix the wavy strands in a lose tie, a moment before the desired place came into sigh. "There it is." the honey sweet tone of Noahs voice swung through the air around him like a soft melody, joy visible through the tender glance within his onyx orbs. A couple of steps later, behind the door that had blocked the scene from the world outside, Noah already mingled under the people within the club he had entered. First a drink at the bar. That's  how he started nights like these. Slow. Lifting his slender figure elegantly onto one of the stools, a sign to the busy bartender was enough to draw attention. By now he was a regular here, and so no words were needed, a glass with his favorite amber liquid got placed infront of him. Lifting it to his lips, sipping a small amount, his onyx hues closed, he savored the flavour, pushed out a satisfied sigh and let go of the remaining tension he had carried around. Now all he see as a positive addition to this perfect moment was company.((If anyone wants to use this as a starter for a roleplay with me, please reply in messages.)) 

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/26/2020 02:27 PM 


𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𓃉 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𓃉 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛synopsis❟Valeria is a mutant. She has the power to manipulate memories through touch. She can create, erase, alter and view people’s memories. She works as a private investigator. She’s usually hired by the lonely wives of rich businessman to confirm their suspicions of affairs. She takes whatever business she can get, She’s not discriminatory when it comes to income. She often ends up working for opposing sides.personality❟Valeria is constantly exhausted, so she is quick to temper. She drowns her problems at the bottom of a flask. She is almost always sarcastic, and can't take anyone or anything seriously. She will usually disregard anything unless it has to do with violence against women. Things like that enrage her and send her into a spiral.headcanons❟coming soonbiography❟coming soon 

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/26/2020 01:54 PM 


𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𓃉 𝙷𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏 𓃉 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𓃉synopsis❟Adina is a Kazakh-English witch who grew up in a nomadic tribe, traveling through central Asia. Her family’s tribe has a history of having the ability to warg through animals. Adina can see through the eyes of her pet hawk Artemis.personality❟Adina is quiet and well-mannered she's accustomed to living alone so she is often found talking to herself. she prefers the company of animals to people. She is warm-hearted and empathetic to a fault, willing to give someone the shirt off her back if they needed it.headcanons❟ ∘༚𐩑 She wants to become a magizoologist. ∘༚𐩑 Her pet eagle Artemis is her best friend. She’s rarely seen without him in the area. ∘༚𐩑 She is an expert shot. She was raised around a bow and arrow. ∘༚𐩑 She was raised Muslim, so even though she doesn’t practice anymore she still doesn’t eat pork. It makes her stomach hurt. ∘༚𐩑 She believes Robert Smith from The Cure and Bjork are wizards/witches. Don’t try and convince her otherwise ∘༚𐩑 She speaks English, Kazakh, Russian, Mongolian and a smidge of Chinese ∘༚𐩑 Adina’s wand is second hand. One of the last wands made by Gregorvitch himself before he passed. ∘༚𐩑 She can’t swim. ∘༚𐩑 She loves to be outside, even when it's raining. You can always find her by the lake, in all types of weather. biography❟Adina’s father was an Russian-English wizard, and her mother a muggleborn Kazakh witch. Her father Eric had traveled through Mongolia to research the witches and wizards of Central Asia, who managed to tame eagles and hawks. The number of these witches and wizards had dwindled, due to the modernization of society. During his travels in inner Mongolia, he met a small nomadic tribe. He met a woman named Yana, who had a particular affinity with her eagle. During a moonlit hunt she confessed to him about her magic. She could see through the eyes of her eagle, and sometimes she thought things to fruition. The whole village had been keeping her a secret from prying eyes and other tribes her entire life. Eric then told her about the wizarding world where he was from. They talked for hours, and their shared secret brought them closer. They married less than a year later. Yana and eric moved back to England, in a little cottage in the hills. It took a while for Yana to get used to modern appliances, and even longer to get used to the noise. Her eagle also accompanied them, living in the area and causing the locals quite the scare. He returned home nightly, and was sometimes sent all the way back home to carry messages. One such message was of Yana’s pregnancy.Adina was born on a perfectly average rainy Sunday. Her mother had her at home, with her father Eric, and a midwife by her side. She was always a perfectly pleasant baby, preferring to coo and giggle than cry. As a toddler, she kept up with the sunny disposition, oftentimes lost in her imagination, or trying to lead another group of children. As she grew up her friendly and adventurous nature lasted all throughout her childhood. Wherever she went, she attempted to create her own posse, as she couldn’t stand to be alone. When she was six, her mother and father took her back home to Kazakhstan, where her clan had been living. They migrated back to Mongolia. Yana had enough of all the noise, preferring the calm stability of home. They would travel back and forth from Kazakhstan to China throughout the year.Yana tutored her daughter in the skills she knew best, teaching the child how to master beginner potions. Her father prepped her with simple wand magic. There were no laws here regarding the use of underage magic. It was here, without other children around that Adina had befriended her first eagle. He had landed a few feet away at first, cautious to the eager youngster’s grabby hands. He flew away, and they thought that was the last of him. He returned every day from then on, getting closer and closer. Adina offered him a rat, and from that day they were inseparable. During her afternoon nap she would have a recurring dream, in which she would fly high over the landscape, soaring through the plains. She told her parents about this dream, and they celebrated their daughter's first signs of magic.When Adina turned 11 she received two letters. One from Hogwarts and one from Koldovstoretz her parents debated on this for days. Her father fought with the idea that she could get a better education at Hogwarts, her mother wanted her to stay close to home. eventually, they came to the decision that Adina would attend Hogwarts. She lacked formal education and struggled to keep up with reading the text. The only class she found solace and comfort in was the study and care of magical creatures, where she shone and excelled. She could feel a connection to each and every animal that was inexplicable. The dreams kept coming. Every night she would inhabit the body of another creature. it was mainly her eagle Artemis at first. It then developed to other animals at the school. She considered it normal, her mother could do it, so couldn’t everyone? It was in class where this was brought to the professor's attention. They pulled her aside to examine her skill. confused, Adina couldn’t understand why this was becoming such a commotion. To her it was simple, like slipping on a glove or falling into a dream. It just happened. She had private lessons scheduled, and her control over it began to increase. She could now do it during waking hours, and even control the body she inhabited. With the help of the professors and even a few of the students, she rose to the occasion. She had planned to attend school to become a professor.School overwhelmed her. she had always been mediocre at best. Adina felt like she could never measure up. There were whispers from the others, hushed voices in the corners of the common room, and walking through the hallway. She was the primitive girl who lived in a hut. She clung to the hope that one day she would best them all, and set to work to not only improve her primary skills but all of the others as well. She would often fall asleep in the library studying. When the other students saw the effort and drive she displayed they quieted. Although she has worked hard to prove she was worthy, the thoughts still live in the deepest corners of her mind "Am I good enough? Do I truly belong here?”

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/26/2020 01:26 PM 


I'll keep this short, sweet, and to the point (since I know if anyone actually DOES read this, they'll scan through it anyways) BEHAVIORA modicum of respect. It's a two-way street. No I don't want to smut with you random stranger. I reserve the right to block and delete without warning. Don't be too pressed. WRITINGI am not picky! I just want to explore cool storylines with cool people. I don't have a strict standard for writing other than literacy. Any length is fine, discussing, status play, banter, it's all good sh*t. Because of the nature of my account, I do HAVE to discuss before beginning any storyline (although if you have a character in mind skip ahead and address them directly!) There probably won't be too much romance, but if there is it obviously means this account is a multi-ship.  IN REGARDS TO MCRP ACCOUNTSI absolutely adore them! I, unfortunately, have too many characters to have a different page for each one, so this works best for me. If you have some kind of issue with MCRP's please go ahead and delete me. I'm just here to write and make friends! I don't know how being a multi-muse page would affect that.

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/26/2020 12:14 PM 


𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚘𝚗𝚎 𓃉 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𓃉 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐 𓃉 synopsis❟After a tragic accident during childhood, 75% of Blaire's body was replaced with cybernetics. The rehabilitation process was long, and Blaire's parents kept her safe, tucked away in their mountainside home. As she grew older the urge to leave the safety of her nest grew stronger. Her parents wouldn't allow her to leave, they had full autonomy of her cybernetic implants, and could shut them down if they chose. instead, she dove into the web. she fell in love with performing and performs virtually. the web is the only place she feels at home.personality❟Blaire is gullible, spoiled, and heavily sheltered. she hasn't experienced enough of the world to know that not everyone is her fan. she loves to spend hours reading conspiray theories about who she really is. she finds the mystery exciting, but doesn't see the trouble brewing beneath.headcanons❟coming soonbiography❟coming soon

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/26/2020 12:06 PM 


  the pop star Twenty-one ⦁ cyberpunk verse ⦁ 0 Storylinesa cybernetically enhanced pop-star, sheltered and spoiled by her wealthy parents. she performs mega concerts in VR.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the displaced  Twenty-eight ⦁ urban fantasy ⦁ 0 Storylines A witch who stumbles upon a portal that sends her to different times and dimensions. she is stuck in an endless loop of re-incarnation till she fulfills her prophecy.  ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆    the writer Twenty-seven ⦁ crime / suspense ⦁ 0 StorylinesA successful writer who penned two young adult novels. she keeps having reoccurring nightmares about an unidentified murder victim.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the survivorThirty-one ⦁ zombie verse⦁ 0 Storylines ! teacher turned survivor after a horrific illness caused the dead to reanimate. He doesn't have many skills outside of video games but has managed to survive. He has a streak of incredible luck.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆    the  alien unknown ⦁ urban fantasy / aliens⦁ 0 StorylinesAn alien who accidentally crash lands on earth during his coming of age pilgrimage. He finds everything on earth exciting and interesting. Thanks to his cloaking device, he just seems like a very strange human.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the huntress age dependent on storyline⦁ Harry Potter ⦁ 0 Storylines A Kazakh/English witch from the plains of inner Mongolia. she can warg through Artemis, the eagle she tamed when she was a child.  ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆    the mutant Twenty ⦁ Marvel / DC / Crime ⦁ 0 StorylinesA mutant with the ability to erase, create, and alter memories through touch. She works as a private investigator, using her abilities to help solve crimes.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the divinerEighteen ⦁ Children of Blood and Bone ⦁ 0 Storylines A diviner with the power to control ghosts. She returned magic to Orisha.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆    the sorceress over one hundred ⦁ Witcher / GoT ⦁ 0 Storylines A sassy, pompous witch. A "friend" of Yennefer and Triss, but only when it's convenient. She's very self-serving.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the hacker Twenty-five ⦁ cyberpunk ⦁ 0 Storylines A hacker specializing in making people disappear. She charges a hefty price. Her services are especially worthwhile in a world where even your body parts are tracked and monitored.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆    the muse Twenty-three ⦁ historical / victorian ⦁ 0 StorylinesThe wife of a member of a famous group of painters. She spends her time at home entertaining herself, while her husband galavants around with his friends.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆  the vampire 400+ ⦁ fantasy / vampire⦁ 0 Storylines A four hundred-year-old vampire. He is wealthy, successful, and utterly bored. He seeks out the wild and exciting, always trying to one-up his last dangerous stunt.   ⦅𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎⦆ 

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜.

10/25/2020 11:17 PM 

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10/25/2020 10:40 PM 


(( Hello! I'm Stray. I'm 25 years old. I figured I'd start out by posting my rules. If you break these rules then I will most likely be blocking you, though in first cases I will send a link to my rules. I prefer writing in paragraph form. I can usually do 1-2 paragraphs or more depending on how much muse I have. I will write banter on the stream timeline thing. Be patient with me, please. I have a life and hobbies outside of roleplay as well as other blogs and school. I also have chronic pain. Please read all my information. (If you need my links due to not being able to see my profile then I can send you them. Just ask.) My favourite genres to roleplay are things like crime and gore. I don't have triggers, but there are some things I won't write like n*crophila or p*edophila. I ask that you give me writing with substance. If you write something that barely progresses or doesn't give me anything to work with then I will probably stop replying. While I do enjoy s*xual roleplays, it's not all I'm here for. If all you're looking for is a pretty face for your muse to f*ck then I suggest going elsewhere. Mike needs a connection with someone before sleeping with them in most cases. No p*dophila, n*crophlia or f*tishes like scat. I have my own headcanons about Mike. Please respect them. This is a LGBT friendly zone. If you're a bigot then don't bother friending / messaging me. Discord is available upon request.


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10/25/2020 10:45 PM 

Before the fall [Ministry Falls pt 1]

August 31, 1997 He knew the moment the door to his flat creaked open, ease behind the mundane task that he wouldn’t have before thought twice about, now weighed down on his chest; suffocating him in polluting fear that rose in thick pillars of smog. Limply his keys fell to his side, Percy’s body frozen at the entrance to the place he lived in for the past two years, a place that never felt like home but did the job. The hair on his arms stood on end as the weight of the air layered over him, his throat closing up as he scanned the wards he had put in place. Everything was in order, protection spells still intact and not tampered with, but the heaviness in the air gave him pause, the pure wrongness, a feeling that the space had been tainted. Wand clutched as if it were a lifeline, Percy took the first daring step forward. The primal instinct to run reverberated in his skull, a scream so loud it sent his senses into overdrive. It was the silence that unnerved him, not just the lack of screeching cars on the muggle streets of London but the flat itself. Anything from shrieking blame to wails of despair, the boggart Percy had trapped in his tiny bedroom became a companion in a life so lonely. There was nothing to greet him as he walked deeper into his flat, heart drumming faster alongside every step. His mother’s voice was gone, no weeping about her husband, the children she loved so dearly that Percy had failed, that he was to blame for their fall; their deaths. He was greeted with nothing but unnatural silence. Run The voice was harsh in the back of his mind, a demand that was unmet. Running would only spare him a few hours at best, probably not even that if they were inside his flat; he’d be lucky if he even made it to the street before they took him out. Darkness enveloped him, shadows dancing in the beams of lights from the silent cars below. All tricks of the mind, a mind that had been propelled into paranoia as the daily count of his colleagues went missing haunted him, names engraved in his mind as he transferred them down onto paper. Nothing jumped from the shadows, no overpowering forms that crept and lurked in the corners making themselves known. It was all in his mind, too much time spent away.He was fine. He was safe. Percy had hoped a weekend away would do him some good, give him a chance to breathe, and switch off from work. He surrounded himself with friendly faces, those that didn’t press or pry him for information about the war, no hyped talk of Bill’s upcoming wedding. The pair instead gave him a reason to laugh and feel normal. A weekend turned into a week-long stay at Felix’s, no desire to return to a place as cold and unloved as he felt; a reminder of how trapped he was. Percy knew it was Zoshia’s own fears manifesting as she pushed for him to remain with Felix, as higher-ups in the Ministry went missing it was only a matter of time before they came for him. Looking around his flat, the sigh of relief lodged painfully between his chest and throat. The black mass sat on his table, unrecognizable at the distance that made Percy draw in closer, steps hesitant as he wand remained drawn and ready. Thick black leather sat open on his table, the spine of the book turned away, hidden from the quick glance that would have given it away. Unease boiled under a fire of terror in the pit of his stomach, steps still inching forward. He didn’t leave a book out, Percy never left a mess if it could be helped. Everything had a place, a spot where they belonged. Fingers trembled as they slide under the weight of the bound pages as his mind raced. A book was a peculiar thing to leave out, especially when they left no other traces of being in his flat, if there was anyone inside. He tried to reason with himself, convince himself that he left it out by accident, that he must have been planning to give it to Zoshia or Felix and forgot. Lights flashed through his window, enough light given to see the cover. The book hit the table in a thud that helped to silence the muffled scream of Percy’s as he backtracked from the table, hands clamped over his mouth as if it was enough to keep the fear in place. Grisly white eyes lingered on him from the cover, the skeletal face of the Inferius twisted up and screaming, the same image that sent shivers down Percy’s spine when he stole it from Runcorn’s office. The Nightshade Guide to Necromancy, a book Percy kept safely hidden away in the very top shelf of his bookcase, out of sight and mind after he stupidly took it after he caught Penelope and Runcorn having an affair. It shouldn’t have been out, any doubts that no one had been in his flat dashed.  Moments ticked by, Percy slowly talking himself up to go and retrieve the book, half expecting for it to signal the death eaters and swarms of black to descend on him. The fear locked him in with his demons, trapped him in his own mind as the claws grew longer, scratched at the surface of his very being. It was only a matter of time before they finally settled their sights on him. Percy was surprised he had lasted this long to begin with, a Weasley and the Junior Assistant to Scrim, the person who was doing everything in his power to stop the assassination attempts. He didn’t want to die. Not here, not like this. Not so bloody alone and hated by his family. He couldn’t die as a failure to so many people he loved. Book tucked under his arm, paper slid over the table as Percy worked to calm himself back down, a short-lived attempt as his heart stopped for a beat to the sight of Bill’s wedding invitation, the horror slowly sinking down on him, drove him to finally turn and run. The crack was instant the moment Percy reached the alley around the side of his flat, his mind lost in an unending panic to what was happening, the destruction he possibly caused. He should have binned the invitation the moment he received it, but foolishly he hoped things would be different by now. That the war would have been halted before it began, that the Weasley’s became one again after mends were made. Fists hit the door to the small house before the crack of his appearance faded into the night, Percy’s eyes wild.  The wand was the first thing to greet him, Remus Lupin on the other end with a severe expression. “Percy?” His voice was soft, almost concerned but the wand never lowered. In the times Percy had been meeting with Remus, slipping the older wizard information that Fudge had been keeping from the wizarding community to anything he believed the Order needed to know about current happenings, they had a system in place to avoid others catching on. Percy knew showing up out of the blue was a cause of alarm, rose suspicion to if he was in control of himself; but he didn’t care. He didn’t know where else to go, what else to do. “They were in my flat.” Remus’ head cocked to the side, the terror laced words lingering in the air between them. Quietly he stepped outside, the door closed behind him before he jutted his head to the side of the house. “Who? Percy, you live in with muggles, it could have been a simple break in.” Percy’s head shook violently. “Nothing was taken or even out of place. The protective wards are still up.” Confusion flickered across Remus’ face, his eyes narrowed as he took in the information that didn’t make sense. Even as he said it out loud, Percy knew it sounded like a thing of fantasy, his paranoia feeding into a delusion. “If your wards are still up -” “I don’t know how, but they were there.” He felt crazy. Percy pulled roughly at the roots of his hair, inefficacious inhales that did nothing to calm him. “I just know, please you have to believe me. The boggart is gone, they-they left a book out.” Remus let out a noise, the confusion growing as he tried to keep up with Percy’s manic thoughts. “A book? That’s not really proof, is it?” “I’m not one to overreact, they were there! They were in my flat!” New heights of hysteria rose within, closed over his throat until he no longer felt like he could breathe. In an infinitesimal moment he second guessed himself, that maybe he took the book out, that with how close it was to the wedding he brought the invitation out as well. A pitiful way to reminisce about the past and everything he was missing. Moments in time he would never get back, would forever be held against him. “Have you been getting enough sleep?” Remus asked gently.  “Don’t patronize as if I were a scared child.” Percy snapped. His body rocked forward and back, weight put on one foot before he leaned back enough to give himself the sway, a means to calm a hectic mind. “It’s not just the book, they found Bill’s wedding invitation, it was out with the book.” Remus’s face turned up to the black sky, the lingering summer's heat and damp air sticking to the skin. Crickets chirped against the silence, Percy waiting for Remus to say something to him, offer some guidance or advice on what he should do. “What makes this book important?” Percy stalled for a brief second, some of the terror consumed by shame as he was forced to address what he had done. “It’s a book about necromancy.” Percy couldn’t meet Remus’ intense glare, the sudden demand to why he had the book to begin with. “It’s Runcorn’s book and we all know he’s one of them. I stole is after I caught him and Penelope together.”  “That makes more sense now. I’m assuming you weren’t in your flat as they originally planned and left it out as a taunt.” His face turned back down to Percy, thoughtful but with some concern. “I don’t believe they were there to kill you. What would you do, as a death eater if you weren’t there to kill the Minister’s junior assistant?” Face pulled back, Percy faltered at the question. Small draws of air stuck in his chest, gave little expansion as his mind worked over the question handed to him. He could see what Remus was doing, a simple tactic to calm him down enough to speak and think rationally. A problem presented gave him a chance to remove himself from his own terror. The answer came faster than Percy wanted, replaced the old terror with a new set, a fresh wave. “You think they were going to put me under the Imperius Curse?” “Who better to kill the Minister of Magic than possibly the last person he trusts?” Percy’s face drained of color in the simple way Remus had said it. A pawn, always a pawn in someone elses game, that was all he ever was. Precy breathed deeply, tried to find the comfort in three breaths but it eluded him, sent him spiraling further into a state of panic. He had grown to admire Scrim, as someone to strive to be like. He wouldn’t be the one who ended his life, who killed all hope in the wizarding world. “I don’t want this. I want out, I can’t do this.” Remus was on him in an instant, fingers ground into his boney shoulders, a rough shake that sent Percy’s glasses slipping down his nose. “Think Percy, think about what you’re saying. I gave you a way out when Scrim first took office, you chose to stay. What did you say?” “That was different. I was facing being fired, not torture or killing Scrim!” “You knew the dangers.” Remus was to close to comfort, his face inches from Percy’s that made the younger wizard freeze and tense in response, slowly begin to shut down. “I know you’re scared, we all are. Don’t quite at the first sign of danger because you, you have been vital in all of this. All the information you’ve given us, think of how many people you’ve helped us save from death eaters, imagine how many more if you find the courage.” Percy wanted to believe Remus, desperately wanted to latch to the idea that he was somehow important to the Order instead of just an expandable source. “Because of me, I put everyone at the wedding at risk. They know where to go-” “They’ve always known. There are wards up in place.” “They never had a date or time? How many people are going to be at that wedding that death eaters would love to kill? And it’s my fault. If anything happens to them . . .” He couldn’t bare it, the endless stream of dark thoughts sinking their claws into him, dragging Percy deeper into their recesses; a futile fight to keep himself afloat as they overpowered him, pushed his head under as they drowned him.  Remus didn’t argue with him, his face back up to the blackened sky as he mauled over options. “Why don’t you come to the wedding?” He wanted too, would have given anything to attend and support his eldest brother, but even the resistance in Remus’ voice proved that it wasn’t possible. “I’m not really wanted and I don’t want to be chased out again by them. I don’t think - there’s only so many hits I can take. And once they find out that I’m the reason…oh god.” It would add fuel to their hate, give more reason to why he wasn’t like them, that he was nothing but a traitor. “You did nothing wrong.” “You know damn well they won’t view it that way,” Percy replied, his words choked on emotion. “I can’t go, but you’ll be there. You can warn them, make sure they are safe.” Remus nodded in simple understanding. “I’ll make sure there are extra wards in place, that we are more vigilant. I won’t tell them it was from your invitation they got the information but Percy, I need you to remain where you are.” Eyes closed softly, Percy felt the last tug against his mind, the wash of depression that overflowed every inch within him. A simple tool to keep him in order, the carrot of his family dangled above his head. “Of course, fire message me if you need me. I’m not staying at my flat, I won’t become more of a puppet than all of you have already made me.” Percy vanished before Remus could get another word in, the numbness seeping in through his bones. His stomach churned the moment his feet touched the ground, Percy’s eyes dulled as once again he found himself knocking on a door for help.  “Weasley, I would say this was a lovely surprise, but I’d be lying a little.” Felix’s energetic voice filled the empty streets, a wide loonish smile about him. It was a poor attempt at a joke, a way to poke fun at their past that Percy usually forced a grin or laugh for, but there he had nothing left. “Everything okay?” “Can I stay here again?” He hated asking for help, that he had no one else to turn to, that his options were so limited that he ended up with someone he knew truly didn’t like him and only tolerated him. “Don’t tell Zosh, death eaters were in my flat.” Nothing else was said, the door pushed wide open as Percy was quickly ushered inside, the door closing behind him and any feelings he had left.  HC: A few months after Percy left the Burrow he crossed paths with Remus Lupin who gave him a listening ear and actually took the time to listen to Percy's side and understand where he was coming from. They would meet once or twice a month, just to see how the other was doing and for Percy to know how his family was. It was Percy's idea to begin giving Remus information Fudge was keeping out of the public's eyes to feed back to the Order. When the Battle of Hogwarts hit, it was Remus who alerted Percy and told him where to be if he wanted to fight, giving Percy the option knowing how much he had already been through. JKR initially had Aberforth be the one who alerted Percy but it is far to random since the two never would have crossed paths.   ** A massive shoutout to --FIRECRACKER for coming up with the idea of Percy finding some form of family and friendship with Remus Lupin after his estrangement from his family and allowing me to run with it.


10/25/2020 10:28 PM 

Graveyard Reunion. {October Drabble #25}

“Do I even want to ask why you came home as the sun came up, covered in dirt and what I hope is spray paint?” Della poured an extra-large cup of coffee and tuned around to look at Nick, she wanted to say something smart, but her head was pounding, and she felt like she was run over by a truck. “I’m not sure I want to know how drinks with your cousin ended up an all-nighter but since I’ve gotten a million text from Oz today and it’s not hardly daylight, I’m asking.”Della sipped her coffee and she hoped the Advil she popped on her way to the kitchen kicked in pretty damn soon, she could hold her liquor and she didn’t often wake up with a hangover but after last night, she was betting she was going to have one.  She carried her cup over, and she sat down in one on the kitchen chairs, her body was going to hate her, she needed to go to bed, sleep it off.“Della, you look like hell, and I’m not even kidding you look like the walking dead.” Della might have rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t, “I know its not my place but what happened last night?”It was a fair question, only she didn’t really remember, she had gone over to Knockin’ Boots to have a couple drinks with Logan for his birthday and the rest was a bit of a blur. She rubbed her her temples. “I remember I called Oz to drive me home, that reminds me my car is parked at the bar, can you go get it?”“Oz dropped it off while you were upstairs tossing your cookies.” Della just looked at him, she really didn’t want to tell him what else she remembered about the night before. “He didn’t even tell me where he picked you a Logan up from last night.” Della doubted it, Oz would have told him because by now Poppy knew, Libby would know after that and she would be pissed. And not for the over drinking but for what her and Logan did, without her. “We got drunk and went to visit our aunt.” Nick blinked; he was a the quite type but Della knew he was just waiting. “I don’t even know which one of us had the idea, it was probably me but we were talking about how sh*tty it was that she even had a headstone, Axel paid for it but he wasted money on her again, she never gave a sh*t about anyone but herself. I really hope she is burning in hell, that twisted bitch. If there is an afterlife I hope everyone knows how much of a cun-“ Della stopped and took a sip of her coffee.“Please tell me the cops aren’t going to show up here again and drag your ass back to the station.”“They cleared Logan; they still think I killed her. That’s never going to change.” She couldn’t really give him a no answer to that, although she wished she could. But she wasn’t about to rat out who they both knew had done Evelyn in. That she would take to her grave, she would keep it longer if she had too.“You didn’t do it; you know that I know that they would to but if you keep…”“We just kinda jumped a fence and decorated her headstone…. With red paint, the worst we could get it for is destruction of property. But what is Axel gonna do press charges, anyone could have done it. We didn’t break the thing, although, we thought about it, be glad Libby wasn’t with me.”“Be glad? Della you are thirty-four not some teenager, they have cameras.”“That’s why I called Oz, he used to be a cop, he knows how to fix things.”“Geez, Della I feel so much better.”“So things went a tad to far, I know that, but the world still thinks she is my mother, if I get busted maybe I can claim it was part of the grieving process, the healing process.” She sipped her coffee and set the cup down, “I do feel a little better.”Nick rolled his eyes to the ceiling, she hid a smile and waited for him to say something else, “Go to bed, I’ll keep the kids down here as long as I can I left Gatorade by the bed.” He walked over and took the coffee off the table, “No more coffee, you are gonna hate yourself if that comes back up.” She sighed and got up for the chair, she was almost to the door when he added, “And Della? Try not to get arrested before the twins turn one, I refuse to have that party without you.”Della turned around, “You’d bail me out.” She was half kidding but also, she hoped so because he liked her a bit, even if she kept making him an accessory to things.“Only because Vivian would make me.” Della rolled her eyes, “She for some reason loves you. For the life of me I can’t tell why.”“I’m fun, I keep life interesting, I keep your life interesting.”“I didn’t have to worry about you getting arrested in Nashville.”“Awe you worry about me? That’s almost the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”“Go to bed you are still drunk, sleep it off.” He walked over to her turned her around and walked her out of the kitchen, “You’ll forget we even had this conversation.” He pointed her toward the stairs, “Bed.”Della didn’t argue, even though she really wanted to, it was her nature to say something sarcastic and tell him, he couldn’t boss her around but she was far to out of it to care that he was bossing her around. She just hoped she remembered later that he had cared enough to leave her a bottle of Advil and Gatorade by the bed for her, he may be a pain in her ass but she was really lucky, no matter what he said, he might keep her around. She fell into bed, thinking she should thank him, and she would if her hangover didn’t kill her. F***, she hoped not she didn’t want to see Evelyn ever again but if she did, she didn’t want to see her this soon after writing all kinds of sh*t on her headstone, and she still was thinking taking a sledgehammer to it would be fun, she was a little twisted.


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