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veryinnovative · 5 months

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@jegulus-microfic | january 3, prompt: ruthless | word count: 1.422 featuring pornstars jegulus! NSFW

“They’re going off-script, why are they going off-script?” Barty grits out, confined to the sidelines since he’s part of the camera crew and not the main act, one hand firmly gripping the tripod’s handle as the other waves the booklet in front of Evan’s face.

Because Regulus is sprawled out on the bed on his back, his harness and strap-on discarded on the floor, purple rubber still glistening from where it had been seven inches deep inside James moments prior. His thighs are spread wide by the broad palms and pinned to the mattress as his set partner crawls between them, face still flush from exertion and hair in total disarray as a result of Regulus’ constant pulling and shoving.

The position is not a total mystery, no. Regulus had been in the industry for over a year now, a short span of time during which he had climbed the rank listings and breached the top ten, now striving after the top five together with James Potter, arrogantly self-proclaimed oral king by the looks of it, always needing something in his mouth to satisfy him or shut him up, take your pick. The entire set had been arranged by both their managers, going off on tangents about how they have impeccable chemistry on-screen (combined with Regulus’ superb acting abilities). It’s their second time shooting a video together, considering how their first had broken the record just three weeks ago, and neither Pandora nor Lily had wasted a second to get them together in a room again.

“What are you doing?” Regulus hisses as James’ mouth works a burning trail down his chest, tongue laving over the latticework of bruises and the lovebites blooming. He tries very hard not to lean into it, wards off the urge to chase after the hot cavern the ventures dangerously low.

“Going down on you,” James whispers into his stomach, quiet enough for the microphones not to pick up. Even if they did, it could be edited out afterward.

“I was supposed to go down on you, remember?” Regulus retorts, mentally convincing himself he’s only keeping his legs open for the camera. It’s not like he’s been wondering if James’ mouth is the real deal as many others have made it out to be. Not at all.

“I already came and you didn’t, so I’m just returning the favor before we move on,” James mumbles into his thighs, masking the speaking movements of his mouth by kissing the skin.

“You’re wasting your energy.” Then, the little light of Dorcas’ camera across them flickers, indicating it’s Regulus they’re focusing on. He makes a show of letting out a pleased sigh, craning his neck, and throwing back his head so his face can’t be recorded. It allows him to talk. “I don’t feel like cumming, so just let me do my job. Besides, I doubt you could get me off like this anyway.”

Blatant fucking lie. James undoubtedly notices because he stifles a snort into his leg.

“Sure thing, love.”

Regulus’ jaw ticks and he winds his fingers into James’ hair, reprimand ready on the tip of his tongue, dying off into a choked gasp when the flat of a thick, broad tongue runs a long stripe through his folds.

And the thing is, it’s not just his mouth. Because James’ hands wander, alternating between gripping his hips and roaming upwards to flick his nipples, taking them between his forefinger and thumb to stimulate—rub, pull, gently squeeze all the while his tongue dips in and out of him, gathering the wetness there, swallowing it, moaning at the taste, stopping and only letting the hotness of his breath ghost over Regulus’ dripping core. Building anticipation. Teasing. Lips slick and just as swollen as he is, spreading him open wider just so the camera can get a clear-cut image of how James leans in again, thumb pulling up the hood, mouth this time aimed at Regulus’ cock.

James’ tongue is ruthless.

Licking, sucking, humming around Regulus and sending the vibrations roiling through his spine, static shooting into his skull, paralyzing the rest of him. Using his nose for friction if it’s his tongue that’s too occupied fucking in and out of him, thumbs eagerly pressed into the divots of his hips.

“Jesus fucking Chr—” The words pathetically drop in pitch, bleeding into a low whine as Regulus’ hips buck, James’ mouth only following the undulations. He swirls his tongue, pulls him into his mouth, and sucks until the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth no longer rise above the ringing flooding Regulus’ ears. He moans, fingers pulling onto the thick curls until it leaves James whining between his legs as well. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, indeed,” Barty whispers from to the side. “Holy shit, he’s making it look so real.”

“Am I about to tell you something,” Evan mutters, adjusting the sound settings.

Regulus arches off the bed, writhing in place against the steel hold on his hips, the balls of his feet digging painfully deep into James’ back when he feels the pressure building low in his stomach, pleasure pooling low below his spine.

“I’m not going to cum,” Regulus gasps out, not giving a fuck how loud it comes out. Between his clenched thighs, James chuckles, its rumbling reverberating through each and every one of his nerves as he pulls off his cock with a wet pop.

“Yes, you will,” James answers, kissing his cock before biting into his thigh. “Because I’m going to make you.”

The mouth leaving him punches a little, pitiful sound of protest out of Regulus, one he will most certainly deny and demand be edited out. Though, right now, he’s too strung out to care. Regulus’ eyes droop down, watching how James leaves the little space between his legs, strings of spit and wetness breaking off into the air as he crawls up onto his knees.

Everything moves rather swiftly afterward. The excited noise filling the room might have either been his or Barty’s, but none of it matters when James grabs Regulus by the back of his knees and pins them down, nearly folding him in half before he continues his mouth’s assault, urging the tightening knot low in his abdomen to unravel.

There’s the tongue inside of him, on him, in him, around him—circling, pulling, teasing, drawing out the most guttural of moans when he feels the graze of teeth. The entirety of Regulus swallowed by James’ mouth, consumed with the sort of deprivation only the taste of him can alleviate if the desperate sucking is anything to go by. Regulus’ legs shake, body twitching in place, fingers curled so tightly around handfuls of curls when he chokes out a weak, “I’m not—I’m not going to—”

James groans a muffled command, fingers digging deep into his thighs, the splay of stray strands across his stomach, muscles pulled taut, the fluorescent lightning above, that stupid fucking tongue, the sole bane of his existence—

Regulus cries out a soundless rasp, like his voice has left him together with his soul, entire body convulsing, head thrown back on the arrangement of pillows as his eyes roll back into their sockets.

Worst of all, James doesn’t stop, only grunts in response as Regulus gushes over his tongue, making a dangerous sound stuck low in his throat when the hand on his head tries to push him away.

“Stop,” Regulus squeaks out. Squeaks, because that’s how terribly low he’s fallen. The overstimulation is a lot, pleasure overwhelming like his brain is threatening to come oozing out of his ears, and next thing you know the video will be titled ‘James Potter managed to make exalted Regulus Black cry with his orgasm’.

“Please, please s’too much—” Regulus tries again, almost sobbing out a breath of relief when James does finally lift his head with a gasp, his entire fucking face slick from where it had been buried inside Regulus.

“Fucking hell,” Barty hisses in the back, vocalizing Regulus’ internal monologue. “Cut! Fucking, cut the cameras! Pause! Water! Bring this fucker some water before he passes out—”

A flurry of movement in the background, the noises fading into white noise as Regulus’ legs are lowered back onto the bed. James hovers above him, the spit-slick grin almost blinding, or that’s just the stars blinking in Regulus’ vision.

“You were saying?” James asks, teasingly touching Regulus’ puffy cock, laughing when it rewards him with a full-body shudder.

Regulus weakly wacks him in the chest. “Go fuck… Yourself.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders #marauders au #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders fanfiction #this one is also for mil #happy birthday babygirl #hope u enjoy reading this and building the lego flowers #ino microfic tag!

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samynnad102687 · 3 months

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| Feb 2nd - Cheat | 611 words | @jegulus-microfic

First part

James and Regulus had invited all of their friends over for a game night. It was James' idea and Regulus was vehemently against it. Unfortunately, he had a hard time telling James no, so here he was sitting on the couch between James and Pandora as they set up the board game, Sorry. Regulus had never played but it seemed easy enough. Since it was usually a two to four-person game, they decided to make teams. James and Regulus, Lily and Pandora, Remus and Sirius, and Barty and Evan. "Okay," James clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Does everyone know how to play?" "I just have one question," Barty replied with a half smirk and Regulus already knew he wasn't going to like it. "Okay," James said hesitantly. "What the fuck did you do to your hair?" "Really Barty?" Regulus glared at him. "What? It's so red and it's just staring at me. I couldn't help it." Barty gestured to James' hair wildly. It was very red and Regulus still wasn't used to it, but it made James happy so he wasn't going to say anything about it. Regulus just pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head at his friend's inability to filter his mouth. "It's okay, Reg," James said placatingly before turning towards Barty. "I dyed it yesterday. Is that okay with you?" There was a bite to his words and Regulus had to hold in the bubble of laughter that threatened to come out at the look on Barty's face. James wasn't usually one to snap at people or take any kind of tone that was soft and light. Barty raised his hands in surrender and looked around the room, "Yup, totally okay. Looks good." "Okay, so how do we play?" Lily asked after a tense few moments. James smiled easily again and explained the rules of the game. After everyone agreed to the rules, James pulled the first card. It said to move seven spaces. James and Regulus were green, so James picked one green piece and placed it on the board before moving seven spaces to the right. The game moved along with one player from each team going and then the second when they made it back around the board. It was Regulus' turn and he was almost home with the last piece when he landed on a slide space that would push him past home. He stayed on the end of it. "That's cheating," Sirius bellowed and Regulus rolled his eyes at his brother. "Just because I knocked your piece back across the board doesn't mean you can claim I'm cheating every time I get close to winning," Regulus countered as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned into James. "JAMES!" "Sorry, Sirius but he's right. You don't have to slide if you don't want to." James shrugged and Regulus stuck out his tongue at Sirius. Everyone else groaned and complained that they just wanted to get the game over with and that they didn't know why they kept agreeing to play a board game with both of the Black brothers. "Fucking cheat," Sirius grumbled as he sat back down next to Remus who pulled the next card. James was able to finish the game on the next turn and everyone got up to leave since it was getting late. Regulus went to the kitchen to get a drink and start dinner. He had told the others that he had something special planned for James so they couldn't stay. When Pandora asked what he was planning, he just smiled secretively but refused to give away any of his plans.

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#marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fanfiction #sirius orion black #regulus x james #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #jegulus microfic #jegulus

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themuseoftheviolets · 10 months

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former friends

sat down to write 'til my dying day last night but ended up writing emmeline and pandora post first war angst instead. so here, have this: (this was intended as platonic but i feel like it can also be read as romantic from pandora's side)

wc: 1,148

On top of a hill behind a house in the shape of a rook, stands a place of rest. It is not quite a graveyard, and there no bodies buried there, no uneasy souls to haunt the people who live within it's space.

Emmeline approaches the gravestones and spits on them.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asks, keeping her gaze on the plaques. The first one reads beloved friend, the second beloved brother. Emmeline feels rage forming in the pit of her stomach. That word doesn't belong there, to these people. There is nothing about them to love anymore.

At least not for Emmeline. But for the woman that is standing behind her, they were worth loyalty that they didn't deserve.

"Because I wanted to see you, because I miss you." Pandora says, and Emmeline scoffs.

"You lost the right to miss me when you sided with them." There is venom on her tongue now, spitting poison onto every person she talks to. It has been this way for years, she can no longer remember what it felt like to be soft.

"I didn't choose a side." Pandora says, stubborn and unyielding, like she's always been.

"But you did.” Emmeline argues, and her voice is raspy and ragged. “You saw the snakes on their arms and you still let them be in your life. You chose them."

“They were my friends.”

“I was your friend!” Emmeline snaps, turning around to face Pandora. She looks both sixteen and sixty, both light and heavy. She has a baby strapped to her chest, a child that Emmeline has never met, a child that she should have met. She takes a deep breath, holds it for as long as she can until it starts to burn her lungs, then releases. “And you sure as hell didn’t choose me.”

"You chose to erase six years of history." Pandora says. Her voice isn’t the same anymore, changed by years of screaming matches and curses. It’s a wonder their vocal cords still work at all, Emmeline thinks. “You love them, I know you do. You can say whatever you want to your new friends, tell whichever lie helps you sleep at night, but I know you want them back just as much as I do.”

“No, I don’t.” Emmeline shakes her head. The lie comes easily, after years of practice. She has told it to herself and to Dorcas and to every person in the Order. She tells it to her reflection in the mirror everyday, repeats it like affirmations whenever she looks at the stick and poke tattoo on her leg that she let Evan do in sixth year; the one matching with Barty, the design that Regulus drew for them.

I hate them, she thinks, I hope they rot in hell. Fuck Regulus Black, fuck Evan Rosier, fuck Barty Crouch Jr.

Sometimes, she’ll say fuck Pandora, too.

I hope their deaths were slow and painful, I hope Barty suffers for the rest of his life.

On particularly hard nights, she’ll drink half a bottle of firewhiskey and she’ll wish that Pandora is miserable for the rest of her life.

But now, when she looks into her former friend’s eyes, looks at the bundle of white hair resting against her chest, she can’t quite bring herself to curse her.

“I miss you.” Pandora says, and Emmeline knows it’s true. Pandora is many things, but a liar is not one of them. She and Emmeline are opposites that way. “Don’t you miss me?”

“I can’t forgive you.” Emmeline lies again, because she can’t help it. Cruelty sits at the tip of her tongue, the truth lays buried deep inside her chest.

Pandora looks hurt by it, and in this moment Emmeline hates herself more than she hates her former friends.

“I am not asking you to forgive me, or them.” Pandora says, taking a step forward. She is eye to eye with Emmeline and stares her down with a courage that Emmeline has never possessed. All she wants to do is look away, avoid Pandora's presence because it is easier to tell herself she never wants to see her again that way. Easier to lose someone you love when you're not seeing them everyday. “I want you in my life again, Emmy, I want you in Luna’s life. You were supposed to be her godmother, you and Re–”

She cuts herself off but Emmeline knows what she was going to say. You and Regulus, my best friends, my child’s protectors. Guilt is an ocean in her mind that she dives in daily, anger is the sand she lays on when she dries herself off.

It wasn't always this way. Before any hints of war, before there were lines drawn and sides chosen, before Emmeline chose Dorcas and her friends and Pandora chose the friends with the Dark Mark on their arms; before all of that, they were a tight group, a family.

Emmeline, Pandora, Evan, Barty, Regulus.

But now the war is over and Regulus and Evan are dead, Barty is in Azkaban, and Emmeline and Pandora are still on a battlefield but Pandora is laying down her weapons, waving a white flag while Emmeline is still aiming an arrow at her chest.

“I love you, Emmy.” Pandora says, her eyes filling with tears. It breaks Emmeline’s heart, rips it right out of her chest. “I want you back.”

She could stay, could go inside the house and meet Pandora’s new life and be a part of it. She could stop fighting and she could admit that she misses her friends. She could hold Luna in her arms and tell her bedtime stories.

She doesn’t. Instead, Emmeline chooses to break Pandora’s heart in return.

“I’m leaving.” She tells her, voice firm and leaving no room for arguments. “Mary and I are moving away.”

“Mary,” Pandora spits her name like it’s poison. “Mary Macdonald, isn’t it? Your new friends’ friend. You’re choosing her instead of me.”

“Yes.”

Pandora turns to look at the gravestones and Emmeline wants to ask her if it was worth it, if they were worth it. She wants to say I told you so, to rub it in Pandora’s face that she made the wrong choice, and has lost Emmeline because of it. That Evan, Regulus and Barty were never going to change, that she should have cut them off like Emmeline did. That she should have chosen a side and that it shouldn't have been theirs. She wants to poke at Pandora's wounds until they are as big and bloody as her own. Until there is no hope of healing.

Was it worth it? Would you do it again?

She doesn’t, though, and Pandora simply nods and says, “I hope you’re happy.” before going back inside her house.

Emmeline is left standing in the ruins of her own heart.

#omg i totally forgot to post this earlier #in my defense the passage of time isn't real #emdora #pandaline #emmeline vance #pandora lovegood #minifics #lia's writing adventures

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writingamarie · 1 year

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weird prompt. like weird prompt. get it if you don't do it.

but what if the rosier twins both dated barty (no weird sibling thing just like both of them separately) but like trust fund kids that just do whatever they want and don't care about anything?

okay listen i don't hate this idea. but like i didn't flush this out enough since it's write it in one day... but like maybe one day this could be something that's less of a mess? you know? maybe? i don't hate it. like... hmm...

Pairing: pandora rosier/barty crouch evan rosier/barty crouch

Words: 1304

CW: siblings date the same person but not together. no twincest. this isn't that type of situation.

Pandora waited patiently, or about as patiently as she was capable of. Her foot shook back and forth and the heel of her boot repeatedly hit the ground. It wasn’t that she was nervous, nerves were something she reserved for very special occasions -and this was nothing out of the ordinary. But the anger of being out five hundred dollars bubbled on the surface of her skin. It was hardly a dent in the money sitting in her checking account but they had agreed that they were done. They’d agreed that the next time someone ended up in jail no one would bail them out. And then he called.

Evan looked far too smug as he walked through the doors. He tossed his hair around, his hands continuously moving around through the locks. Pandora made sure her frown was the first thing he noticed so the smug looking smirk would drop from his face but then he noticed her hair and laughed.

“What happened to you?”

“I was in the middle of dying it when you called,” she complained, holding the ends of her hair up so she could see the orange color.

“Looks bad, orange isn’t your color.”

“Fall in a ditch and die. I was bleaching it, this is what happens when you don’t leave it on long enough.”

Evan walked over to her jeep and let himself in. It was something practiced between them. She’d pick him up from jail, or post his bail if necessary, he’d make fun of her somehow, and then they’d return to the apartment like nothing had ever happened. It wasn’t a weekly occurrence but it was frequent enough that they’d gotten used to it. The others had been arrested once or twice but Evan was a frequent flier. He was careless in his approach to life. Money could do that.

If there was one thing they had enough of, it was money. They weren’t as rich as Regulus would be when his parents croaked but they were well off enough. Trust fund, old money, however they wanted to look at it the Rosier name was dipped in gold. Pandora had done her best to stay grounded. She’d had a few scholarship friends in school and she was willing to talk to anyone in her courses, she liked to think she understood the world better than her brother. Evan was kind, but he was so surrounded by their family’s influence as the heir that he struggled more to see reality. Pandora enjoyed it when she got to remind him.

“You owe me five hundred. I said I wasn’t paying your bail anymore.”

“Please, dad will replace the money. Just drive.”

Pandora groaned but hit the start button anyway. She and Evan had grown up causing problems side by side. She understood what he meant -their parents were big on hush money. Nothing had ever been a serious issue, some property damage or shoplifting, but she had never been stupid enough to drink and drive. Evan had gotten too many warnings so she understood why they had set a bail, again… She sighed loudly as they came to a red light.

“Could you worry any louder?”

“Shut up, Ev. I just saved your butt, let me be pissy about it.”

“Rogers will get the charges dropped. No big deal. Do we have enough time to make Regulus’ meet?”

“Barely.”

Regulus would be pissed with them. He had practically bit off Dorcas’ head the last time she missed his first event. Pandora had never been late. Since middle school she had been at every meet the entire time. She’d done her homework wrapped up in blankets waiting for it to be Regulus’ turn. The fact that she might be late irritated her. Since she was driving she couldn’t shake her foot so instead she tapped her thumb against the steering wheel over and over again.

“Jesus, okay, I get it you’re anxious,” Evan groaned and shrunk down in his seat slightly.

“You know what you are entirely irritating. I’m doing you a favor, again. And you just…” she trailed off for a moment before she seemed to think of the perfect thing to say, “Monopoly rules.”

“No, you can’t call Monopoly. You bitch!”

Pandora just smiled and stared at the road with a little less frustration. There was something special about the way siblings could pester each other. The way they knew each other in and out.

“Too bad. Go to jail: lose. your. turn.” She poked at him from the driver’s seat as she emphasized each word.

She knew he had mumbled something under his breath but she didn’t really care. They had an agreement so unless he wanted to reevaluate everything and throw a wrench in their entire lives she had come out on top -that time.

“I hate this stupid relationship. Should have just fought you,” he whined as he stared out the window.

“We agreed not to fight over a boy. Week on, week off -that was the agreement. Monopoly rule. You did the crime, you don’t get any time.”

The rest of the car ride was silent and when they finally made it they had five minutes to spare before the first event. Pandora made sure to wave to Regulus so he’d know she had made it. It only took a minute to find Barty and Dorcas in the stands. Dorcas’ braids were bright pink at the moment because Marlene had told her some pink shirt looked nice on her, and Barty had dyed his hair blue after his father insisted he wasn’t allowed to alter his appearance. Pandora got to them first, Evan was trailing behind. She hugged Dorcas first then leaned in and kissed Barty quickly before she grabbed his hand and sat down next to him.

“This is-”

“Monopoly,” she explained.

“You got arrested again?” Dorcas laughed out at Evan as he finally caught up to the group.

He groaned at the fact that it was frequent enough that the whole group understood Pandora’s odd terms. Barty used his free hand to pull Evan down to sit on his other side. He wrapped his arm casually around his shoulders. It might seem friendly to anyone that looked over and didn’t know them. Even people they did know didn’t necessarily know the details about their relationship. They didn’t mind the secrecy, Dorcas and Regulus understood and that was enough.

“Pans, what happened to your hair?” Dorcas asked as if she had only just then noticed the bleach damage.

“I had to bail him out, will you fix it later?” She barely finished asking before Dorcas agreed.

None of them paid attention to what was happening around them until it was Regulus’ turn. Pandora smiled and waved as if he was going to notice them. He would always pretend like he had when they went out to eat after. He’d make up bullshit about seeing her and how she was a good luck charm, how all of them were. They were a family that way. All outcasts in ways they couldn’t explain, not quite understanding how to live among other people but perfectly understanding each other. It brought them together, perhaps more closely than they had initially meant given her and Evan’s relationships both finding an end with the same person but they all made it work. They had each other so their problems with themselves and the world around them hardly mattered -or at least not normally. Pandora had her brother and her friends, she had her boyfriend -at least every other week. It wasn’t expected or normal, and they did their best never to mention anything about themselves when they were back at Richard and Bunny’s house of wealthy neglect -but they’d found happiness. That seemed good enough for her.

#25 days of ficmas #pandora rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #bartydora #rosekiller #my rosier twins have brown hair. fight me #except don't #i'll cry #muggle au #why did i name their parents richard and bunny???#bunny is a rich old lady name and i will not budge on that

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astrid-delacour · 7 months

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more things my friends have said as marauders quotes

Barty: sperm shaped drinks are the best kind of drinks

Lily: I do what I want /DEBAUCHERY

Pandora: did you just use debauchery as tone tag

James: sleep paralysis possum

Remus: I'm like a functional alcoholic

Evan: I'm not edgy but my friend had a dream last year

Marlene: he's so basic I can't see him

Sirius: do they make foot lingerie

Sirius: you look like the grinches dog

Evan: I would never call the ace alliance it's legal name in casual conversation

Mary: your hair is the colour of the devil

Sirius: it's not gay if we both have girlfriends

Regulus: I am better at the tism cause I make the noise

Lily: who drew balls on my board?!

James: I'm like Thomas Edison and you're that welsh dude

Remus: Stalin?

Regulus: I'm mean but not detriment to dental hygiene mean

Sirius: this is the one thing the Catholic Church would back me up on

Marlene: she's so mommy, I want to use her thighs as earmuffs

James: give me the fucking magnet back you hoe

James: we do not call 12 ear olds hot in this establishment

Barty: are you a Rick or morty?

Evan: idk

Barty: I feel like you're a rick cause you're autistic

Barty: I'm a whore for jack skellington

Dorcas: I'm a whore for sally

Lily: omg we're literally the bubonic plague

James: whatever fruits your loops

Sirius: I'm not to gay for anything, except heterosexual relationships

Remus: that takes a level of common sense I don't have

Barty: I've added a sneeze for every year of my life

Sirius: "*takes dramatic bow and twirls hair like a Renaissance girl who's secretly a witch*"

Marlene: fuck you and your two prong fork I have a seven prong fork

Marlene: she's a bitch but I love her that's my opinion of her (about dorcas)

Regulus: take an IQ test rn and while you're at it take an "am I gay" quiz

Regulus: ok 1684 the men were being whores and the girls were being whores (describing his family)

Mary: can you guys stop being horny on main please? (Talking about Canada)

Lily: nothing goes harder than the electoral college at homecoming

Pandora: I'm still on my autism high

James: you never know how fast you're walking until you body check a wall

Barty: it's really hot when you hear the tortured screams of a child predator dying

James: no one pulls my leg on leg day

James: thank sweet cheesus

Dorcas: it's a requirement

Evan: THATS A LIE. That is a LIE

Dorcas: it definitely is....

Evan: sweet lord Jesus

first year: vou have to come vou stand in line and have chicken fingers

Dorcas: I'm signing you up for Tuesday

Evan: I hate you

(In a baby voice) Sirius: I'm wubber wou're gwue what ever bounces off me stwicks to WOU

(Also baby voice) Marlene: jwokes on wou I'm cement *closes door and leaves*

Sirius: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?!? MARLENE! MARLENEEEE

James: so we've got a white a black and a Hispanic. I love cultural diversity

Mary: ohhhh so he PlaysTM golf

Mary: right person wrong time except by wrong time you just don't like him and right person you mean he's ugly

Mary: I hot girl summered a little too close to the sun

Lily: you would put an e minor in there

Mary: Marlene needs to be spayed

Marlene: you're like garage band

Dorcas: Lily I think my song is killing Marry

Lily: good

Lily: it needs a little more work and by a little I mean I haven't started it

Dorcas: this is not a no judgement zone, this is a very judgement zone

Sirius: dairy-free, gluten-free, uhh vegan-free, it's all the frees

Dorcas: how self sabotagey are we feeling today

James: .... functionable

Peter/Remus: what? did you just say functionable?

James: ....veah

Peter: it's functional

James: seriously?!?!

Remus: yeahhhh

James: I was homeschooled ok!

Remus: how long have you been saying it like that?

James: anyways...

Dorcas: I'm not getting that sappy! They don't deserve that!!

Mary: your eyebrows are like 3 business days from your eyelids

Marlene: that is the bassiest bass

Mary: sometimes you just have to accept the crack

Peter: James would be a court jester

Pandora: that's very hannon-y

Pandora: like power ballad but make it cats

Lily: how loving should be as easy as ...?

Marlene: COW

Marlene: like cow eat grass

Mary: loving should be as easy as 'insert metaphor here'

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asacredwar-rp · 6 years

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The series of unfortunate events seem to spiral back into control. Nothing will ever be the same though. James Potter is in the hospital wing petrified by what? At this time no one is certain what caused it.

Please read the outcome under the cut.

Brief summary: y’all broke fam, except Mary Macdonald.Or Legacy of Salazar.

Group #1 ( Sybill Trelawney Violet Greengrass Molly Prewett Amelia Bones) are able to fend off the Goblins, with the help of a questionable pair of allies. One they recognize to be Flitckwick, and the other is a younger part goblin from what they can tell. They are able to descend down the Astronomy tower and join the rest of the students gathered in the Great Hall.

Group#2 ( Amycus Carrow, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonald ) have a bit of a go with some spiders that get in through a crack on one of the windows. Amycus Carrow boxes it back out with his fist, but freezes when the door of the classroom slams open. The alarm screeching outside, but the tall robed auror doesn’t care much. Whomever they are, they take Mary Macdonald. The pair left in the room hear something about ‘Your vault wasn’t touched’

Group#3 ( Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Pandora Armitage, Greta Catchlove ) reunite in awe in front of the collapsed Gringott’s. They also help bring the petrified James Potter back to Hogwart’s.

Group#4 ( Lucius Malfoy, Alecto Carrow, Narcissa Black ) after a super long awkward exchange between the three of them. They are let out the Slytherin common room area by SLughorn and escorted into the Great Hall for a briefing. Slughorn stops in his tracks as they enter and stares at a newer student the others hadn’t seen before. They can’t help but notice the resemblance.

Group#5 ( Sebastian Parker Lily Evans Quinn Harper Alice Fortescue ) The gargantuan spiders slid down the window panes. The serpents and other creatures flee from Hogwart’s as if they’re on the food chain. One of the spiders breaks its way into the greenhouse. Sinking its fangs into Quinn Harper. As she drops down next to a potter, the spider soon scrambles away. The shadow of Hagrid appears, but he’s not alone. A tall student is beside him, and those that have seen death...would see the Thestral standing beside them. Quinn Harper is taken to the hospital wing by Hagrid. While the others are prompted to follow the tall student to the Great Hall.

Group#6 ( Nicolas Mulciber Jackson Avery Regulus Black ) Regulus & Jackson chase down Nicolas whom they caught outside the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. Regulus Black gets lost during the chase. Avery & Mulciber being thick as thieves appear later with Regulus in the Great Hall. Nicolas seemingly has a black eye and some minor cuts for the aesthetic effect.

Group#7 ( Aurora Jaymes Rita Skeeter Andromeda Black James Potter ) The trip to Hogsmeade was supposed to be all fun & games with group #3. Unfortunately four members decided they needed to visit the bank. Either to make a deposit into the bank or a withdrawal. They hadn’t expected to meet head on with the explosion and chaos within Gringott’s. Perhaps the only one able to shed some light on the situation is James Potter. Except... James Potter is petrified as is the majority of the Goblins. With the aide of group#3 they are able to get back to Hogwarts. James Potter remains in the hospital wing. Rita Skeeter is escorted into the Great Hall.

Group#8 ( Bellatrix Black, Fabian Prewett, Garrett Ollivander Grace Ollivander) were met face to face with aurors interrogating them immediately after the explosion. The methods with these aurors were savage in nature, most of them were able to leave without being taken to the Ministry of Magic. Except Garrett Ollivander who vanished with the pair of aurors. The others trying to shake off their injuries were caught off guard by Dumbledore himself. The headmaster leading them towards the Great Hall. He looked better than any of them even thought possible after the fall of the Order. He wasn’t alone either. By both of his sides were students with the same tone of hair.

The Great Hall was crowded more than usual. The deafening alarms finally stopped as the Head Master took his spot from behind the podium. Before he could open his mouth to start in on the unfortunate events a barrage of owls fluttered in dropping red dyed dollars that opened at once. The angry voice boomed with in parseltongue before the envelopes faded away. A girl that had been standing with Slughorn with snake-like eyes listened to the words. Her head tilting curious at the tone of them, before Slughorn put a forceful hand on her shoulder. It’s too late however as she seemed almost hypnotized by the words.

“The heir...papa....the heir...broke us..The heir ..cl--- ” Slughorn hurriedly opens a vial and gives it to the girl putting her in a quiet trance. Before she can say anything else.

Dumbledore straightens but nods grimly at the words. “There has been an attack on Hogwarts & Gringott’s today. You will notice some students are missing. Some students are in the hospital wing. And some.. will be new here.” He gestures to the couple by Slughorn, and as everyone takes notice. “All the vaults within Gringott’s were emptied with the attack. This means we must call our own home.”

This concludes our first event! We will be releasing the ‘staff students’ the next couple of days. Most of them will have something unique about them. The only rule is a staff student can’t be a first character.

#asacredwar:event001 #marauders rp #gaunt vs riddle

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101 questions: Answers

Ok since SOMEONE wanted me to answer all 101 questions...( if it's the person I'm thinking it is...just know you suck). It's almost 6 in the morning be grateful. So here we go! Long add post ahead just a fair warning. (I need to stop reblogging this crap.)

1. I have white walls, blue carpet, black desk, and a variety of colors and hues due to posters, pops, collectables, etc.

2. Probably my drama/ Chorus teacher, Mrs. Monahan. She's the one who taught me the most about my life.

3. Theatre, Kingdom Hearts, learning, laughing, Lilo and Stitch, (wow I'm a dork)

4. Lol I don't drink coffee

5. My so called "dad bod." How I am with women I like.

6. Accept that you have flaws. They are as much a part of you as the good stuff. But don't focus on the bad focus on what makes you strong, unique. You are you and that's beautiful.

7. I do not have stuff animals.

8. Probably drawing.

9. Usually in the fetal position on my right side on the left side of my bed.

10. Being on stage, the imagination of kids, making someone else smile.

11. Small town easily.

12. Two story house on the beach. Hardwood floors, a balcony overlooking the water, and a game room.

13. I'd honestly love like three dogs. A husky/wolf mix, Tibetan Mastiff, and a Shepard.

14. I have not dyed my hair as of now. But I am looking into getting some darker low lights. I'm yet.

15. To each his own. I personally don't have one, but I'm not gonna judge if you do.

16. Look at 15.

17. Art is all around you. Just use what you see and feel to guide your pen/brush/body etc.

18. I was in middle school. I just got off the bus, was in a really good mood bopping along. I walk in the house, didn't even lay my bad down when I saw my sister with tears in her eyes. She looks at me and says We're picking Funeral music now. My Great Grandmother. So yea.

19. Not so much playlists as much in the order they are in my phone.

20.

My best friend, Nate, Kerry, a few others.

21. Honestly as much as I try to, no. My main priority is making Every one else happy. Usually.

22. Usually typos.

23. Demon Hunter if you like metal. Dear Evan Hansen is amazing. I've been listening to Gorillaz recently so them too.

24. Plain.

25. Yea it's worth a shot at least

26. Nah I didn't see the eclipse. Tried to. But nope not really.

27. Nature is peace. Makes you realize you a part of something bigger than you. The birds chirping, the breeze, just beautiful.

28. Well I'm a hardworking, kind-hearted, socially awkward 22 year old. I enjoy theatre, video games, and making people happy. I will do anything and everything for my friends. I'm a proud dork, but with a wise mind.

29. I listen to basically anything. My music goes from Heavy metal to rap To Game music to Broadway to Disney to 80s.

30.

Probably Hot Topic. Most of my wardrobe is graphic tees. And no better place to get it from Hot Topic.

31.

I really don't shop at either. Name brand I guess?

32. What are s.o clothes?

33. I started Tumblr 2-3 years ago..something like that. I made it cause the girl I liked said I should make one. She help me make it and everything.

34. Wash my face every now and then. I really don't have a face care plan tbh

35. I prefer freckles, but both are equally cute!

36. Hate. And peas.

37. I used to have hot wheels cars. I loved organizing them into lines. Drive em around and line em up. Idk I was wierd.

38. Eh depends on the day

39. Games I use. Pops just sit there. I really don't buy a whole lot of expensive things.

40. Standardized testing in schools. Don't get me started.

41. I am constantly asking for advice. Can't learn if you don't know.

42. I mean prefer bras off but anyway!

43. Lol comfy. T-shirt, shorts, and flip flops is where it's at!

44. Honestly one of the better dates I've gone on. We went to the jazz festival and ended up going to a very nice restaurant. Watched the band play for a while. Went to the movies after and then went back to her place and we talked for like 3 hours. It was a good time. (She later went on to break my heart, but moving on!)

45. I am Christianso that should answer it.

46. I don't drink nearly enough water. I should drink more but I don't.

47. I mean it's good. It's unique. My hair naturally makes a nice little swoop so that's nice.

48. It's cloudy but the sun should be rising here soon.

49.

I'd like to think of be a King, but chances are I'd be a Prince. More like the Other Prince in Into the Woods. The one who isn't Charming.

50. If I'm dressing up it's my black button up, blue jeans, and whatever the nicest pair of sneakers is. (I don't dress up a lot)

51. My hair, my kind-heart, my ethics,

52. I'd like to think I'm open minded.

53. I don't judge. Come as you are. Everyone's got stuff that has made them who they are. If I can be one person who they can talk to about that stuff then I've done my job.

54.

I like to plan ahead as much as I can, but I have ADD so you do the math.

55.

Love learning, Hate the education system.

56.

German Shepard/Sharpei mix named Stitch. He's about 70 pounds of fluff and is as much a dork as I am. He's all bark no bite. Hes loves whoever comes in.

57. I don't like milk.

58. Kingdom Hearts, Disney, Overwatch, LOZ, Assassins Creed, oh and Lilo and Stitch.

59. Pandora.

60. Brave.

61. LILO AND STITCH!

62. (I'm getting my questions from my gallery cause I'm on mobile and I didn't get 62 so yea)

63. Once I get the notification that it needs to be updated it takes me like two weeks of ignoring it to actually update. Once I get tired of the notifications like 20 min.

64. I'm in mobile so it's this stupid question list. I still hate you.

65. Lilo and Stitch probably. STITCH and I have a lot in common. The themes, soundtrack, artwork absotuly beautiful. The jokes are still funny. The characters still amaze me. Just amazing.

66. I've seen one Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Monoke and I enjoyed it.

67.

If I'm playing games headphones are off. If music it's cranking loud as it can get!

68. All the time if by doing small things even If I don't say it verbally.

69. Kingdom Hearts, pops, Lilo and Stitch, I feel like I've answered this question a couple times.

70. God I want a partner. Someone to cuddle with, talk about life with, someone who will listen to me and support me. Someone I can be me around with.

71. Dr. Pepper

72. I'll talk to anyone who will listen. But the person who knew me the best and most intimately was the reason I created this Tumblr. Hope your doing well kid.

73. Ok let's see. Thomas Sanders' personal blog, FuckyeahKingdomHearts, the few mutuals I have, y'all know who you are,

74. To be truly happy with the one I'm supposed to spend forever with.

75. Of course! Is there any other place to sing?

76. I shave like once a week maybe. Mostly the cheeks. I trim my mustache and goatee if needed.

77. Over worrying.

78. Sometimes.

79. There are good and bad days. I try to.

80. It was like freshman year ( maybe 8th grade.) But I went with some friends around a riche part of town. Lol I went as Joseph from the Bible, like no joke. Got a lot of candy. It was good time.

81. It was the last day of third grade. I went to climb the monkey bars. I got to the first bar and fell cause my hands were sweaty. Bit my head on all three rungs to the ladder on the way down. Busted my head open and went home early. I think I still have the scar.

82. I'm tired man it's late for me. Long night at work.

83. My stupid ass had to reblog this. And I was expecting like answer like a few questions. No big deal. NOPE!! Some anon was like hey do All of em! So here I am on mobile, without Wi-Fi, I've been working all night, I've had to take pictures of this just so I can get it done. And I've been going at this now for like 2 hours. It's past my bedtime! I'm pretty sure I know who asked me this, because they have a habit of asking this type stuff. And if it is just know you suck so much. Ok end rant.

84. I say i don't care what people think, but I do. A lot. I worry that I'm being annoying or that I'm being that kid that everyone says hi to out of pity. I worry that I may bother some people. When in a relationship i constantly worry that I'm not doing my job right. That I've made her unhappy or something. It's a bad habit.

85. If both parties are working at it yes. Long distance can work. You gotta have a lot of trust. If there's the slightest bit of mistrust it can crumble in an instant.

86. Depending on how much younger. And yea if date someone older. I went on a date with a 35 year old once. Granted didn't know she was 35 till the date but she still had a great time.

87. Jim Carrey, the late Robin Williams, my great-grandfather whom I was named after, Obama, Hayley Joel Is many, the voice of Stitch.

88. I honestly don't remember.

89. 21st. I got my tattoo on the day before. Then me and my friends went to Disney Springs for the day and had a great time. A lot of laughs. I didn't drink but still had a great time!

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