@TheMaraudersArchive-
╔《 ACT I - Hogwarts, the lost years 》╗
“We were beautiful before we became ghosts.”
Cb (mood optional) + specify character
(they can be found in the bio!)
and/or drop things ( also spec character )
//happy/friendly, remus lupin perhaps?
╔《 ACT I - Hogwarts, the lost years 》╗
“We were beautiful before we became ghosts.”
Cb (mood optional) + specify character
(they can be found in the bio!)
and/or drop things ( also spec character )
And any character
Any pls!
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
Decided to bring this back because ngl I missed them all :’)
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While I work on redoing all their MBs’ feel free to …
Cb ( mood optional ) + spec character ( they can be found in the bio ! ) and/or drop things ( also spec character ! )
THE MARAUDERS
A multi-character anon
PENNED BY ; @Breadss-
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╔《 ACT I — By Order 》╗
“Power isn't measured by the men who
fear you. It's measured by the
ones who still choose to stand beside you.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
Or check out the gifs in the MBs !!
╔《 ACT I — By Order 》╗
“Power isn't measured by the men who
fear you. It's measured by the
ones who still choose to stand beside you.”
drops/spams or
check out the gifs in the MBs !!
( only because I need some distractions lol a
normal cb call will come back soon )
/ / i hope you’re alright and that you feel better soon >3333 take care, be safe, & such
sending much love to you/sending you love >3
╔《 ACT I — By Order 》╗
“Power isn't measured by the men who
fear you. It's measured by the
ones who still choose to stand beside you.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
Or check out the gifs in the MBs !!
( also quietly begging for someone to make a Grace because of reasons :’) )
@WhiskeyVeins- // yes yes! Waiting for your reply to our scene
@crims0nblack ;// *gasp* I’d love you forever if you did ! :o
@WhiskeyVeins- // omg I’d love to make grace for him!
“How would you like your drink sir?”
《 @crims0nblack 》 Tommy’s fingers remained curled loosely around the glass, though he made no attempt to drink from it. For a moment, he simply looked at her. Not offended. Not amused, exactly. Interested. Most people knew better than to speak to him that way. They either became nervous beneath his stare or suddenly found something very important to do elsewhere. She had done neither. His eyes flicked briefly toward the whiskey before returning to hers. “That’s a dangerous thing to assume about a man you’ve only just met” he lifted the glass, taking a slow sip before setting it down again “and yet…” His gaze lingered, calculating. “You seem rather confident in your assessment” a faint smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. Tommy leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “So tell me, love—” he paused, studying her expression “what makes you think there’s a fire at all?”
@WhiskeyVeins- “Neat it is, Mr. Shelby,” she murmured, her voice smooth as velvet and just as heavy with unspoken weight as she poured him another glass. When she set the glass down in front of him, she didn't step back to assume the posture of a timid barmaid. Instead, she rested her forearm lightly against the damp oak of the bar, leaning in just close enough for him to catch the faint scent of crushed lavender beneath the stale reek of tobacco and ale. Her eyes locked onto his, bright, sharp, and utterly devoid of the fear most people carried into his presence. “I wouldn’t waste the good stuff on you anyway” she said softly, a slow, knowing smile tilting the corner of her lips. “Not because of what’s in your pockets, but because a man who drinks like he’s trying to drown a fire isn’t drinking for the taste.”
《 @crims0nblack 》 Tommy’s eyes lifted slowly from the glass he had been turning between his fingers. He hadn’t expected the question, though he supposed he ought to have. His gaze settled on the other for a moment, studying them with that quiet, unreadable expression of his. “Whiskey” he pushed the empty glass across the bar with two fingers “neat” a pause. Then, almost as an afterthought, the faintest hint of amusement touched his features “and don’t give me the expensive stuff just because you think I can afford it.”
" oh ! my deepest apologies sir " a gentle voice filled the air , as a man dropped to the floor , hands scooping up whatever had fallen to the floor when he had collided with the person before him. chuckling softly, he brought himself to his feet, holding out the strangers possessions he had gathered back up " away with the faeries today it seems " he explained with an awkward smile , a hand reaching up to rub at the back of his head. he was a strange looking man, wearing a simple off white shirt with billowing sleeves , brown trousers and a bright blue cloak all laced and trimmed in silver that had long since faded with time. he looked like something out of a story. "apologies again. " he laughed
/hope you don't mind the drop and i hope it makes sense <3