In Another Universe Im Easier To Love

in another universe I’m easier to love

@loveablehands​ said: "I'm not quite sure you're not certifiably insane. I'm also not quite sure I particularly mind it." Elsa says, slightly pouting at Evi's antics. She'd let her get away with ANYTHING though.

come on now, it would be impossible to stop smiling after that. 

okay, truth be told? she hadn’t expected to feel this fond of the young regent. especially—not when all of this had started as a little game, like many others before that. a challenge to keep herself awake through boring compromises, clients she couldn’t tolerate for an hour or so without a clever tactic here and there. a game, of course, but one that brought with it fascination by the hand of her reactions, color that rose up to her features after clever hints, a bitten lip; irritation after all of her invitations—treats that tasted like little victories. exciting. something to look forward to—even when time was hardly ever on her side.

so… if it all was supposed to be no more than a game, then—what was that little pull she felt in the depths of her chest? what was ( if there was an actual name for it ) the warmth that resided under her skin at the very sight of her eyes from this close—the sparks at the tip of her hands?

❝ awww… that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me! ❞ quick to answer, a mask of shameless confidence there where emotions had dangerously almost reached the surface. contained, set apart ( there’s no time for that, isn’t it? not a need either, not in a night as perfect as this one ). ❝ now, as i was saying—if we ditch this party right now, and with how early it still is, we could grab a few horses, ride to the town next door, make it to that fair everyone’s been talking about, spend a few hours you know—drinking, dancing, winning a few prizes, then, with my expertise for that— we get you back to your room before anyone wakes up and—no one's the wiser. eh? what do you say? ❞

THE MARAUDER´S FAMILIES ↴ The Potter Family 

‘The wizarding family of Potters descends from the twelfth-century wizard Linfred of Stinchcombe, a locally well-beloved and eccentric man, whose nickname, ‘the Potterer’, became corrupted in time to ‘Potter’

Francis Scott Fitzgerald ― Tender is the Night

⚰️ + cam and reevah

If they had a kid killed someone meme Send ⚰️ + a ship and I’ll tell you who I think:

is more likely to kill someone: Reevah, 100%.

only threatens to kill someone but won’t actually go that far: Camniel would threaten, but only if he absolutely had to. Or if anyone threatened to hurt her.

freaks out and who stays perfectly calm and collected: Camniel, poor boy, would absolutely freak out. He hasn't killed anyone since the great war between Heaven and Hell and even then he didn't enjoy any aspect of it. I think Reevah would handle it pretty well.

provides the utensils to help get rid of the body: Reevah, definitely.

comes up with the hiding place for the body: Cam’s contribution would be to use the cemetery attached to the churchyard because who’s going to look there.

watches out that nobody witnesses them getting rid of the body: Camniel would be on the lookout.

hides the body and murder weapon: Reevah would take the lead on this but Cam would do his best to help lmao

knows the right people to deal with this: Reevah would definitely know some guys who could assist with a body removal.

isn’t doing this for the first time: Reevah!

will cave in and eventually call the police: Neither of them, the guy definitely would have been killed for a good reason. And they’re not going to get human police involved! But don’t tell Upstairs or Downstairs either.

puts the blame on themself to save the other: If it came to it, I know they’d both try and take the blame for eachother.

is the better liar: Camniel is a terrible liar, so Reevah!

@thewrongsorts​ || cont.

trying to make sirius talk these days wasn’t something you’d like to get yourself into. no matter the time, no matter the new trick one could come up with or the joint efforts of people he had genuinely loved, the result seemed to always go a little bit like this: gritted teeth and warning barks; white knuckles, screaming and a series of banged doors. for—the person that had came back from the department of mysteries was ( at least in appearance ) the sirius that had roamed the halls of grimmauld place, though, for him, it hardly felt like the victory so many had tried to make him see. 

no, if anything, he felt like this was punishment. penance for the carcass left behind. 

so—when she answered to the loose words that had slipped his mouth ( barely an excuse to make his way to the bar, grab the nearest bottle he could find and leave the scene ) it had been but a miracle that his first reaction wasn’t to storm out of the room but the complete opposite of that—he stayed. frozen in place, a little tremor in his breath, but he stayed. his features hidden from her given the position he was in and the tense waiting of the uncertain, livid in his stance. and perhaps—maybe, it had something to do with her story. one he hadn’t connected with until just now, but one that he knew almost too well. he was living a part of it, after all. 

“ like—you stole those words right out of my mouth, that’s how i feel. ” he flashed her the last remnants of a smile, boyish charm and a little bitterness in it. an amber-coloured stream filling his glass which he sipped before tilting the drink her way, an invitation to get her something alike now that they were about to have a little chat.

“ though the baby part i barely got over a few years ago, kid sprout up like crazy when the last memory i have of him was something a little bit like—this ” he showed her making a space with his hands of the size harry had been, last time he have held him in one of his visits. another fond grin visiting his features, at least briefly. “ neville, right? your boy. had a chance to talk with him these days, or…? ”