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ind. james potter; private & selective; first war main verse; mature & triggering content present. written by calvin
fallen - ˈfɔːlən/ (of a soldier) killed in battle. "fallen heroes"
when your hero falls from grace all fairy tales are uncovered myths exposed and pain magnified the greatest pain discovered
when your hero falls so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow
blog est. october, 2014. The Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge
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             Lily had been putting this off, helping       first years getting on the train and settled,       making sure everyone had a compartment,       doing everything she could to stall this        inevitable meeting. It had been looming large        and dreadful in her mind since her letter had        come with the one-two blow of                        “Congratulations, You Are Head Girl! “                           & “You will be working in close conjunction                                        all years with the Head Boy; James Potter. “                Now she realized she was going to pay for                 her ridiculous avoidance; the price was steep,                demanding that she meet her fellow Head after                a long summer not only on the baffling, newly                 level grounds, but with the wonderful concoction                of snort and tears smeared across her shirt from                comforting one anxiety-riddled first year.                                       He might not have spotted it yet through the                                      door, but he would as soon as she was let in.                              Sadly, she had to pass through him to get to her change                             of robes.         ” Depends, Potter.                                 can you behave long enough to return to your seat? “

                             ♜ ⇢▐░▒ ❛ well hey,                              i'll be sure to dock myself points if i can't. ❜       a laughable compromise,    still,   he allowed himself through the       portal.     overtly aware of her awkward position, in his smirk lay       an undertone of sympathy ;       a bizarre cocktail of amusement       &  disbelief at their new necessity for civility.        such solicitude       soon faded, with genuine glee sparking at the sight of her robes. 

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                             ❛ looking hot there, Evans.                                been mud wrestling ? ❜                    though  he  lapped  up  the  sight of a girl he associated                    with the pristine looking so disheveled,  moral duty soon                    chimed. wand finding his grip unbidden,   a proffer soon                    escaped his throat,    alien on his jest-stained    tongue.          ❛ do you need a hand cleaning up ? living with sirius has                 taught more cleaning charms than i'd ever thought i'd need. ❜
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i love the holidays, so here are some holiday plot ideas : it’s character a & character b’s first holiday season together as a couple. they planned to play it cool and just exchanged gifts a few days before, but then character a’s parents invited them both for the holidays and neither could refuse. oh no, time to meet the parents, deal with batshit relatives, overprotective dads, mothers who won’t stop asking if you want something to eat, and running back and forth between rooms in the middle of the night. character a & character b work for the same company. they absolutely loathe each other, but, thanks to the open bar at the company holiday party, they both wake up with one another and are like, well, what now ? this was not in my 10 year plan ! character a has just had their fiancée leave them. character b has no family to speak of. they meet at a bar on christmas eve and drunkenly decide to spend an old-fashioned christmas together.  character a is a single parent. character b is also a single parent. they both wind up at the same toy outlet fighting for the same, exclusive toy. it’s the only one left in the store and it’s sold out at all other stores in the area, so this is to the death. character a is a single parent who takes their kids sledding on the perfect hill. character b is the kids school teacher and just so happens to own that hill as part of their property. they invite character a and kids in for hot chocolate. character a is assigned to a holiday charity drive as part of community service. character b does the holiday drive every year as a volunteer. they are paired up together and butt heads at every turn of the way.

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         ♜ ⇢▐░▒  ❛ y'know what ? i take back all that talk about miracles.                                        it seems they do come true. ❜             radiating a frangible aura, the single sheet of glistening ink all          too FLIMSY to equate with the gravity of it's meaning. a signature                  drawn APACE, a generic stamp etched with conformity ;            identical to her's, despite their polarising schooling experiences.                        ❛ would ya' look at that —— certified genius, Lil'. ❜

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               characteristic wink dropped, an amendment promptly                      followed, preempting the INEVITABLE disdain.               ❛ well, certified not-quite-a-complete-drop-kick, at any rate. ❜
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Hello Indie Community. I see a thread going around explaining Secret Santas. Since I have yet to recieve a secret Santa, after reblogging the post, I decided to make my own.

Rules:

  • Reblog this and I will message you a URL of a fellow indie rper to send nice nonnie things to.
  • Try to at least send them one nice thing a day until Christmas.
  • On Christmas, you will reveal yourself! HOW FUN IS THIS
  • Everyone that reblogs this will get a secret Santa!!
  •  ****You must have anon on for this to work.****
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             ♜ ⇢▐░▒  ❛ two months & guess who's actually been given              something to do ?    & you'll never guess what. wait for it —                                                      — pamphlet distribution

      vexation overtly potent in his announcement, a dramatised weariness       poisoned his actions as he collapsed into the opposing seat. a rather       amicable haunt the two frequented, in their dynamic he sought solace       &  an antidote for the defiling bitterness that     ravaged     his heart.

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     ordering for the pair without question familiarity had some perquisites },      a self-aware smile drew itself upon winter-dried lips   ;   primed,       he      awaited her mocking.      whining-rich-boy a trope he always venomously      avoided, such trials oft left him inexorably falling into clichéd complaints.           ❛ aren't pamphlets a bit too kitsch for a super secret rebel group ?  ❜

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                                                              ❝         not on your life.  ❞
              ( it is the boy’s staunch & immediate refusal that            sends his hands colliding with his hips, in a perfectly petulant             execution of such a typical & timeless gesture. he is undoubtedly                   reveling in this passing position of power, sitting steadfast              atop the better bunk        while a beam of tremendously                   patronizing proportions, threatens to fracture                   the not so steely resolve of harry’s face.
                              ❝  c'mon dad, i'm almost offended ! you can’t                                     talk yourself into a win that easily.  ❞  

            ♜ ⇢▐░▒  ❛ how come when your mother says              things,  she's ' being the boss—  — yet when             i do it,  i'm ' talking myself into a win ', hmm ? ❜         acute pride lacing his blood at such defiance,  the intoxicating        sweetness of repartee danced  across a tongue overly familiar         with the taste.        layering tonality with a faux-casualness, his         collapse into the blankets was complemented with the etching        of a supercilious smirk   ;  knowing light  blazing  in his eyes,                             two orbs brought to life by the banter.

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           ❛ well, i suppose you can have it.    if you're comfortable having me in            the bunk below...  wand at your back...  bored & out for revenge.            did i ever tell you about that time i set sirius' bed on fire by 'accident' ?
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"This can't get any worse, can it?"

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ᴍᴇᴍᴇ∂ιѕηєу ѕтαятєяѕ

                            ❛ i mean, technically. ❜       ♜ ⇢▐░▒ a tidal wave of tainted skies, their world become one          of hail & arctic winds.    accosted by weather,         tall the boy         attempted to stand,  braced against their misfortunes  —    —          apologetic grimace shining through the monochromatic gloom. 

                   ❛ i’m still not convinced that a date to forbidden forest                 wasn’t a brilliant idea. we just lacked proper execution.                                                 or perhaps common sense ?
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"Even miracles take a little time."

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                            ❛ actually,        i think it only took mum the usual nine months to have me. ❜       ♜ ⇢▐░▒             sparkling raillery natural upon his lips, no        heed was given to the words. for he sought not solace, nor       reverence for virtues such as patience.      his was of now,        of instant gratification & daring    — —   the lion’s birthright
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"I'm sorry I bit you... and pulled your hair... and punched you in the face."

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                     ❛ this sort of thing happens way too much.                            i should get my looks insured. ❜         ♜ ⇢▐░▒  agonised bruising an attire he frequented all too often,            a forgiving note danced amongst his sardonic words.     after all,           he could hardly begrudge her ; peepholes in girls’ lavatories did           deserve some level of corporeal justice.   even if directed at the            assets  that  sparked  the  inspiration  of such prideful boasting.                        ❛ the punch might have been overkill, eh ?                             owe me your pudding at the christmas feast ? ❜
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