#hvrtgold

[dirtymercy]

@hvrtgold / LILY & JAMES

   It was impossible to explain how he knew all the castle’s shortcuts as well as he did without revealing a stream of other secrets -- namely, that he’d spent the last six years breaking curfew, often with the aid of his father’s invisibility cloak, and had created an enchanted map with each of them excruciatingly detailed. That particular nugget of truth didn’t exactly exemplify role model behaviour that he was supposed to have as Head Boy, and he doubted it would be terribly impressive to Lily Evans either. Maybe the Map -- he was quite proud of that nifty bit of magic -- but he and the other three Marauders had agreed that they would only share it with someone if they all agreed. So for the time being, the Map remained securely in Remus’s nightstand, and James was left to roam the dark corridors by memory.

   Patrols could be terribly boring, he’d found. Being out after hours was far more exciting when he had some elaborate prank to pull, or maybe it was simply because he’d been breaking the rules. Now it was quiet, except for the ghosts, and they weren’t always the best conversationalists. He rounded a corner and nearly jumped out of his skin, seeing another person. Until he realized that he was allowed to be out, and that it was only Lily Evans. Only Lily.

   “Alright, Evans?”

#hvrtgold #x. james potter #x. james potter / thread

[aughustarchived]

continued   from   here,   featuring   @hvrtgold​​   !

for   centuries,   as   long   as   he   could   remember,   alcohol   has   been   his   poison   of   choice   to   drown   the   harsh   actuality.      the   tyrannical   truth   that   a   spotlight   highlights   &   deems   it   impossible   to   ignore      ───      he   has   no   family.      HE   IS   THE   DAMNED!      the   black   sheep   that   is   left   behind   &   shoved   away   when   too   inconvenient.      he   looks   around,   searching   for   something,   arriving   at   the   inevitable   conclusion   that   he   is   alone.      a   fact   that   would   be   desirable   to   some   people      ───      but   an   exhausting   trait   to   hold   for   over   one   thousand   years.

KOL:         ah,   davina.      back   from   your   daytime   festivities?         [      the   words   erupt   from   his   mouth   as   a   barely   coherent   slur,   the   scent   of   whiskey   emanating  from   tongue.      ]         rather   rude   to   leave   a   piss   -   drunk   bloke   in   your   attic   all   day,   awaiting   your   arrival.      perhaps   chivalry   is   dead.

#hvrtgold #I. SCRIPT » MIKAELSON‚ KOL

[moonshunned]

@hvrtgold​ (Lily) / cont.

Remus offered Lily a big smile. “Very strange. I remember how it all started between you and James.” They’ve come so far and Remus was beyond proud of them. He was a hopeless romantic and what was better than couples finding each other and his friends being happy with each other? “Truth be told, if you and James don’t work out then I’ll lose my faith in love. No pressure,” he chuckled. “I think you’d be a fantastic healer, Lily. If James wants to continue with Quidditch then he’ll definitely need one.”

#hvrtgold #hvrtgold (lily)

[thirsttoprove]

@hvrtgold asked: 11. for make up sex - for ginny, obvs

It was a petty thing they had quarrelled about. Petty but when it came to Quidditch, Harry could get quite passionate and Ginny was both capable and eager to meet said passion. Now that his initial anger had worn off, he found himself peering through the crack in the bedroom door to see where Ginny had gone off to. She lay on the bed and Harry closed the door behind himself, then approached her.

“Gin? I’m waving the white flag.” 

He came to kneel on he bed behind her carefully and watched her reaction. “I’m sorry, Gin,” Harry said truthfully and leaned down to lay next to her. He noticed how the strap of her shirt had slipped off her shoulder. “I’m going to kiss all your freckles until you accept my apology,” he said and began to kiss along the smooth skin from her shoulder up to the back of her neck, where his warm hand had moved her red hair aside for better access.

#ask reply #xnsfwx #hvrtgold #hvrtgold (ginny) #v: auror in training

[scarfwere]

    “ Hey. Scott. “ Hand touched the other’s shoulder carefully. “ Are you okay? You don’t look too good. “

@hvrtgold​ .

#hvrtgold #⟨ hvrtgold. ⟩ ── scott mccall . #⟨ 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. ⟩ ── ic reply . #⟨ 𝙖𝙧𝙘. ⟩ ruin must look like this. ── main . #I HOPE this is okay that i started out small #q.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for hvrtgold : i'd love to give a shoutout to chels ( @hvrtgold ) for being there and being absolutely amazing! i'm beyond thankful she's come into my life.

#🐝・゜゜・bee positive! #hvrtgold

[impulsivitytm-a]

what drew me to you initially was the great ooc conversations we were having while waiting for a group rp to open ! what's kept me here is the excitement i still feel at being able to write with you sometime in the future <3

!!!!

chels the first thing (well 5000th thing) you will ever know about me is i’m the king of saying i’m going to do something and then never doing it. writing is one of those things. but god yes. we really do need to write sometime. like actual write.

i love reading all of your threads especially between you and @fortmiinable because W O W.

thanks for the feels you two.

but also just.

ur such a lovely person!!!!! and i am so thankful that we met.

ily.<3

#we stan chels #thanks #hvrtgold

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@hvrtgold​:  H̶e̶r̶m̶i̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶G̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶

BRUNETTE curls stuck to her forehead as her chest heaved from effort. her breathing was slightly ragged and the cut on her cheek was easy to spot. she drew her wand back, letting it drop back to her side and regarded the figure. she was used to using spells against enemies as a matter of self-defense, but had never intentionally hurt anyone before. the unconscious figure at her feet had simply been knocked out as she intended, and she felt a sense of pride as usual. malfoy’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and the witch turned to face him.  “ does it matter ? ” then, she sighed as she realized it was possible that he was being genuine. “ unforgivable curse, but i'm fine. i deflected it. ”

         ˜”*°•.      The  nightmarish  chamber   of  echoes  and secrets  was  finally revealing  itself;  unleashing  its every  ugliness,  unraveling  into  an  inescapable storm.  It  swallowed e̲v̲e̲r̲y̲o̲n̲e̲;  reached  for every  living  person, grabbed  them,  twisted them,  and  became one  with  them. He’d  seen  it.  He’d  witnessed the  𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  in these  people’s  eyes, he’d  felt  the madness  enveloping  the manor.  But  the  madness  hadn’t   ended  there;  it’d   spread  like  wildfire across  houses  and lands,  conquered  every corner  of  the world  in  the name  of  purity. People  he’d  spent hours  upon  hours  with,  suddenly tortured  in  the  lunatics’  hands, attacked  out  of nowhere,  murdered.  Their  existence,  a  p͎o͎l͎l͎u͎t͎i͎o͎n͎  that  needed to  be  cleansed. So,  this  ? This  duel  between Hermione  and  the  wizard  ?  It  wasn’t  uncommon; it  wasn’t  pleasant either,  though.  Wars of  words  and taunting  remarks  were one  thing.  Actual fights  aiming  at  death,  though ?   They  were  different.  And  they  were  𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

                   And  so,  her hostile  stance,  her words  didn’t  surprise him;  he  was one  of  them, after  all,  wasn’t he  ?  One of  the  lunatics. The  Death  Eaters.  One of  the  assailants of  every  mudblood,   every bloodtraitor,   every  inferior.  He wasn’t  to  be trusted;  and  yet,  she’d  spoken again.  Attempted  to fill  the  overgrowing silence,  offer  an honest  response.  And  merely  feed  his  own  need  to  return  the  favor  in  the  meantime.  ❝ Going  that way  is  a deathtrap.  You  won’t  last  a  second. ❞  Advice; a  return  of the  favor  or  a  desperate attempt  to  still choose  a  side ?  Either  way,  the  words  had  escaped  his  lips  impulsive,  uncontrollable;  the  realisation  of  having  spoken  them  coming  way  too  late.  ❝ They  know.❞

#if you were any slower you'd be going backwards | Draco Malfoy #i: draco x hermione #v: second wizarding war #hvrtgold #(ooof) #for the queue is full of surprises

[illyriamade-a]

[ JACKET ] : sender gives receiver their jacket after seeing them shiver in the cold. - scott to ithaca

ithaca didnt feel the greatest. it was just like this huge weight on her shoulders — like something bad was going to happen. so she sat on her porch to relax , scott was right there with her after she texted him. she didn’t like letting him see her this way but he was always there for her when she needed him. she felt the jacket glide on top of her , arms ceasing to tremble. a weak grin follows after. “ my knight in shining armor protecting me from the cold. “ she laughs breathlessly , shaking her head.

#hvrtgold

[exbride-a]

continued     /     @hvrtgold.

can  edward  really  blame  her  for  feeling  so  defensive?  her  eyes  narrow  in  his  direction  as  she  snatches  the  bowl  of  ingredients  from  one  counter  (  not  too  quickly,  though,  so  that  it  doesn't  shatter  and  send  all of  its  contents  hurling  towards  the  kitchen  floor,  wasted  )  and  towards  the  island.  of  course,  while  the  rest  of  their  family  situated  things  around  the  rest  of  the  house,  she  thinks  to  herself         weary  but  not  phased  knowing  he  will  overhear         she  had  been  the  one  stuck  in  the  kitchen  with  edward.  rosalie  reaches  to  the  side  and  flicks  on  the  stovetop  unenthusiastically  and  then  reaches  below  the  island  for  a  saucepan.  it  clangs  a  little  louder  than  necessary  as  she  puts  it  down  in  front  of  her,  and  then  she  pours  in  the  mixed  ingredients,  sans  any  garlic.     ❝     fine.     ❞     she  puts  the  saucepan  on  top  of  the  stove,  before  looking  back  to  him,  unamused.     ❝     how  else  may  i  be  of  service?     ❞  

#hvrtgold #( * &. ic. / reply. )

[ferarum]

@hvrtgold​ sent a 💋  to shut Hisirxous up with a kiss

hisirdoux knew how to sing. his voice was actually nice and he sang almost professionally with his band, being the lead singer and guitarist.  however, it was infinity times more fun to sing like that when he was at home :   screaming, out of tone and having the time of his life as he ‘followed’ the lyrics of the song without any worries of doing it right.  don’t get me wrong, his voice was still nice, but he was butchering the song like nothing else. 

so he wasn’t exactly surprised when mal made him stop. what was surprising she’d used her own lips to that, instead of throwing a hex at him or something like that. he bet she could feel his laughter against her lips in the moments before douxie kissed her back, hands finding the girl’s waist as he pulled her closer. he could feel the tingling of their magic reacting to each other, but the wizard wouldn’t let it stop him from kissing her.

#hvrtgold #hvrtgold ( mal moors ) #♡ h. casperan ( in character ) : answers

[dirtymercy]

@hvrtgold / EDWARD & BEATRICE

   She had done something horrible, and now she was paying for it.

    But was that not the story of her sad little life? Rather, her sad, long life. For she was nearing the age of eighty nine now, even though she looked as if she were only nineteen. In those eighty nine years, she had witnessed death beyond recount in anything that dared to near her, drawn in by the scent on her breath and the warmth of her skin, that charmed poison that lived within her. She was a terrible thing, a thing that should have died and been stamped out of history rather than been permitted to exist on, not this bastard of science and love and evil. No matter where she went, no matter who she risked exposure to, she could not find a way out of the labyrinth that was her twisted, sorrowful tale.

   In certain moments she nearly forgot, because she had known happiness too. Love. Friendship. Fleeting and rare, but there it was. And it was such a risk that she’d taken in allowing herself to be close to the Chicago boy who spoke of music and war, a contraction like her very identity was. And now she was haunted by him, by the ghost of him that seemed so real stalking in her in the streets. She kept her gloves snugly pulled up her wrists, her dark mask secured against the fair skin of her cheeks. No one would hurt because of her today. Only her. Only this ghost.

   A look cast over her shoulder towards it, Beatrice hustled forwards again, cutting down an alley. But as she turned the corner, there it was in front of her again. She froze, breath tearing through her lungs. Her voice came out in a whisper. “What -- what do you want from me?”

#x. beatrice rappaccini #x. beatrice rappaccini / thread #hvrtgold #ayeeee i hope this works

[aughustarchived]

♡  ˙  *  ✧         PLOTTED   STARTER   FOR:      @hvrtgold​!

a   place   that   looks   just   ordinary   to   the   mortal   eye      ───      but   to   her,   a   building   full   of   dreams   &   beauty.      resembling   an   OLD   GOTHIC   CATHEDRAL,   the   inside   is   far   more   enormous   than   she   could   have   dreamed.      corridors   upon   corridors,   hallways   adorned   with   arches,   the   walls   exhibiting   a   level   of   being   worn   that   translated   into   ART.         [      or   maybe   it’s   the   beauty   behind   the   meaning   that   has   her   so   enraptured,   a   chance   for   freedom.      ]

painted   fingers   trail   along   the   intricate   crevices   of   the   wall,   emerald   optics   absorbing   the   view.      HOW   DEVASTATING   IT   MUST   BE   to   be   a   mundane,   the   beauty   of   the   truth   being   withheld   from   you.      lost   in   mesmerization,   the   banshee   takes   no   notice   to   the   company   that   watches   in   the   shadows   until   figure   appears   in   the   corner   of   her   eye.

LYDIA:         oh!      you   scared   me.         [      she   has   no   right   to   be   scared,   intruding   on   another’s   presumed   home!      ]         

#hvrtgold #I. SCRIPT » MARTIN‚ LYDIA

[moonshunned]

💛🌿🌱 Thank you for making the world a more beautiful and bright place! 💛🌿🌱 Send this to people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox.

// aaaaaahh thank you so much chels <33 RIGHT BACK AT YOU, you’re making the world beautiful every day. 💞

#ask reply #ooc #hvrtgold

[thirsttoprove]

❤️ (from ginny)

send me a  ‘ ❤️ ’  for my muse to say something they love about your muse !

“Oh that’s hard. Only one thing?” He smushed her cheeks between his palms gently as he grinned at her. “Let me rank the things in my head real quick.” Which of course was a very hard task. “I love that you don’t put up with my nonsense. I like it when you call me out. I’ve got enough people kissing up to me.” Speaking of kisses, he pressed one to her lips.

@hvrtgold

#ask reply #hvrtgold (ginny) #ginny: exists #harry: AMAZING.SHOWSTOPPING.TALENTED. #hvrtgold

[neverafters-a]

i associate you with sunshine, warm colours and bubblegum

for half a second i wss confused about the bubblegum then i realized adsfgjfs my aesthetic is about to change~ but never forget the bubblegum !! also i will try to continue to be a burst of sunshine on your dash forever ☀️

#hvrtgold