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Molly Weasley II
“You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.”Independent Harry Potter Roleply Blog for Molly Weasley II. Mun is 18+
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Hey, guys. As you've probably noticed I haven't exactly been very active lately, and I'm really sorry for that. I've been really busy with uni stuff and exam season. I'll be sparse for the next two weeks or so, but after that, I'm back on my full activity. I really apologize for letting you guys wait for so long!
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"Don't accuse me of excusing you, Scorpius. If you had done something bad, I would have called you out on it", she said, her voice turning from sympathetic, to neutral, which was harsher than she intended it to be. Still, she couldn't help but dislike the fact that the boy had been so dismissive of her judgement.
"You're not a terrible person, and nothing you did or said was... was bad"
His tone was meant to be matter-of-fact; he didn’t want pity, didn’t
want to be perceived as weak, but how else was he meant to become
better if he did not expect it of himself, and hold himself accountable
when he was less than his best?
❝ Circumstances, no, maybe not. But the way I am— the way I react to
things that happen, the way I feel— should be within my control. I can’t
be a terrible person and then excuse myself by saying that’s simply
who I am. ❞
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❝ — I do blame myself. Who else do I have to blame? ❞
Briefly, a frown flickered over her face, breaking her cold, unreadable expression into something more human. Thee girl did not see how Scorpius had come to connect the situation to himself at all, or to any of his arbitrary traits. His perspective was entirely foreign to her, but still, she felt for him.
"It's... I don't understand", she said, "The circumstances are not within your control. You didn't do anything to cause this, so therefore, it's not your fault"
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She felt so small in her father's presence, so young, and so helpless. She was so much more vulnerable now. It was almost frightening how the girl, depending on the circumstance and company, kept unconsciously changing her demeanour, how she could from bursting with cold intimidation outside, to resembling a tiny, mewling puppy as soon as she stepped back into her home.
With a few hesitant steps, she walked forward to where her father was sitting to take the hot cup of tea into her hands. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, pulling at her rib cage.
"I...", she said, only to stop herself before she got anything out. Molly swallowed, then, trying to bite back her natural instinct to apologize to him. It would not been fair to let it out when the notion wasn't true.
She wasn't sorry for fighting this boy, didn't regret stepping in to bring that conflict upon her in the first place, ans even his injuries, she felt were well deserved for the way he had been acting. For all that anger, all that raw tension she had stored up inside of her, letting it out to punish bad people, she thought, was the best way to make use of it.
(But why, then, was it that when she looked into her fathers eyes, she still felt so guilty?)
"I'd do it again", she said, "He had it coming"
closed;
❝Great.❞
Percy gave her a smile, before pushing up from his seat
to pour another cup of tea. He sat it down at the place
beside him at the table, sort of forcing her to sit with him.
At the shuffle of paper, Percy furrowed his eyebrows.
He looked up at Molly, and then grabbed up the paper to
look over. He could tell before he looked at it that she
wasn’t too happy to give it to him. When he opened it,
he saw exactly why.
He let out a quiet sigh, reading over the note.
❝Molly. Fighting? Honestly?❞
He hadn’t meant to use his ‘disappointed’ voice so
soon, but at a referral form, he couldn’t help it.
❝What happened?❞
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teen wolf meme - 7/7 outfits
↪allison argent in 3.04 ‘unleashed’
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Lt. Commander Data
I chose to believe
that I was a person. That I had the
potential to be more
than a collection of
c i r c u i t s a n d
It is a belief which subprocessors.
I still hold.
[ H O M E ]
[ A S K ]
[ R U L E S ]
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' WE ARE RARELY PROUD WHEN WE ARE ALONE ‘
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"Not literally always", she blurted out, "I mean... exemplary
means to exceed expectation and do much more than what is
required from you, and I rarely do that. Even if you said that it's
just... following the rules, and, um, act like I'm supposed to act,
there's been exceptions. Remember when I yelled at that
creepy Ambassador guy? Or, um, when I broke that... um...
that blinking... thing? And just this month, I forgot to set my
alarm two--"
The woman cut herself off abruptly when she caught herself
rambling for so long, and stepped back again, blushing.
"I'm sorry, Commander"
playing games || Data & Hermia & Molly & Phoebe
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Her arms were still wrapped tightly around her body, even as she settled herself into the kitchen, and accepted her father's offer. Her mind, as usual, was hesitant to form a commitment for communication just yet. Still, she knew she would not allow herself to avoid the topic beyond what made sense.
"Peppermint is fine", she said, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face. Her muscles were tense, and though she tried not to let it get to her, the guilt of not having said anything yet was gnawing mercilessly at her soul. She bit her lip.
Then, as he went on to brooch the very topic that had been bothering her in such manner, the path she had to take was clear, all stepping stones suddenly gone. There was no excuse to ignore the elephant in the room anymore.
"I got, um, this." The girl shuffled in her pockets for a while before she took out a small, crumpled envelope and put it on the table in front of her. "I was supposed to, um, give it to you"
closed;
❝Peppermint. My favorite.
I hope you like it too.❞
Percy looked up, trying to offer a smile when she
came in the room. Molly might’ve tried to stay to
herself, but Percy knew her better than she thought.
Though he feared he wouldn’t anymore if she kept
at a distance as she had been.
❝How was school?❞
That was a good place to start. He asked that question
sometimes. Maybe something casual would help to get
her started. He was just as eager as she was to avoid
anything too out of the ordinary, most of the time.
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❝ ... I think you'd be a lovely person to marry. That is, I mean to say— I think you'd be a nice person for someone to spend their life with. ❞
At first, the girl is startled by his words. She wasn’t much accustomed to receiving compliments like this, especially not from someone like him, and she had to blink several times just to take it all in. Now that she thought about it, her surprise started to fade into confusion, leaving her at a loss for words.
Had it even been a compliment at all? It was something nice about her, that was for sure, but she never thought that Scorpius was the type to just flatter people (or was he?). She hadn’t done anything that would’ve prompted a… compliment, that was for sure.
She bit her lip. Maybe it was just something that had crossed his mind - just like that. It made sense: people had the weirdest thoughts, sometimes, and, after all, he had always treated her with kindness. It was just like him to say nice things when he thought of them.
Marriage…
She had never considered something like this in her life, and even the thought of going out with someone went over her head these days. The young woman had never really gotten the grasp of it all, could count herself lucky for the few friends she had, the few people who could even put up with her.
People didn’t usually think her pleasant company. That had been a constant in her life as far as she could think back. She could try all she wanted, there would always be something with her that was too big, too intrusive, or just… wrong somehow. Still, the desire for affection never ceased within her, if anything it grew stronger with the lack of it.
Distantly, almost like it had all been a dream, Molly remembered a voice, soft like velvet, sweet like honey, whispering in her ear as someone stroked her hair with warm, gentle fingers…
‘I love you, my dear. Remember that nobody is going to love you as much as I do.’
Back then, these words had made her feel loved, cared for, had given her comfort, and hope. When the rest of the world was cold, clouded in darkness, her sister would have still been there, ready for her to fall back into her arms…
But now the memory only served to make her doubt the truth behind Scorpius’ words.
”Thank you, Scorpius", she said, "That's kind of you to say"
#scorofthemanor#!!!!!#thank you for sending this in my dear#you are so lovely#if you want to turn this into a thread you can#*hugs*
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my tru aesthetic is “wears mostly black and imagines they’re hard and tough but stutters when socializing and is seconds away from crying at any given moment”
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The young woman did not know whether she should be embarrassed or relieved at the reassurance. Though it was good that he did not blame her for her awkwardness, Molly was growing more and more irritated with herself. If she continued to let every whimsical emotion of hers rule her in this way, how was she ever going to become a useful member of the Starfleet?
"I... no, I'm not tired. I had assumed that I would have to... um. Never mind. Thank you. I... I would like to stay and talk to you", she said, maybe a little too quickly. Still, what she said was true. Although she had only met him this day, she felt a growing respect for the android that went beyond her knowledge of his rank and achievements. He was patient, understanding, and his tone was never clouded in judgement. Molly thought that he was kind.
"I'm sorry, I can see why that would be confusing or annoying. I've had people point that out before, but... um... it's a bit difficult to explain. Or not, I don't know.", she stuttered, "It's just.... when I feel sorry - that's when I feel guilty, or I feel embarrassed, or, um, if I said something awkward or inappropriate, or something... I tend to say I'm sorry, because I feel sorry, and it's my first instinct to apologize. And even when these things aren't... morally wrong, they still... can be annoying, or be stupid, or just... not fit in the conversation, so... why shouldn't I apologize for causing that?"
The woman fell silent for a moment, trying to sort out her thoughts. Other people might have judged her for being too forward, being too honest with a person she hardly had a friendly relationship with, but the notion never even occurred to her. Molly simply wanted to answer his question, and in a way, justify herself with her reply.
"And... it doesn't matter if you can feel offended or not. If I say something offensive, even if it's only by accident, I need to apologize, and take responsibility for it. I don't want to be insensitive, or say bad things about you that I don't mean, but sometimes I get stupid, and then I'll apologize. It doesn't matter if the actions actually affect you negatively, as long as the action itself was negative"
She looked up at him again, as though waiting for reassurance.
"Like, um... if somebody steals something, but the other person doesn't notice it's gone, and they never miss the thing, it doesn't matter. It's still stealing, and it's still wrong and the person who did it deserves to be punished"
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lived long enough to become the villain
Leave ‘Lived long enough to become the villain’ to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.
Criminals, bullies, scum…
Wherever she went, wherever she looked, the conditions of the world burned into her mind like acid. There was a corruption in the air - and not unlike the dark creatures the wizards knew of, it bred misery. There was violence on the streets, innocent blood being spilled over nothing. There was a dark fog, poisoning the minds of those around her.
The skin on her knuckles was red, swollen, and sore. The edges of her jacket were dipped with blood that was not her own. Molly held her head up high, as she walked the streets, her eyes always vigilant. Gone were the days were she would have viewed those she crossed in her path as nothing more than innocent souls that relied on her to protect them from some grand, unknown evil.
She had learned with time. Everybody was an unknown evil.
It didn’t matter what someone looked like, how old they were, what their name stood for, or what kind of excuse they gave her. All that mattered were their actions, and their actions didn’t matter as long as the thought behind them was the same. Bad people, she knew, sought to harm, to deceive, to destroy. What difference did it make if they did this by stealing a bar of chocolates, or by killing their mother?
Bad people deserved to be punished.
Justice would be served.
/// Hey! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but I needed to sort out my thoughts about it, before I could really answer. Sorry if the above is a little badly written/ messy, and not really very eloquent. Still, the thought behind the meme got me thinking quite a lot about Molly and the nature of her character.
At first sight, Molly doesn’t really seem like the type of person who would easily do something bad. She is extremely idealistic, for once, full of faith, loyal to a fault, and almost slavishly devoted to her moral principles. Yet, it is exactly these trait that give her such a great potential of turning villainous in some way, and even make her cross that line sometimes.
Molly has two great problems with her mindset, and the way that she handles issues of morality. For once, she is made very uncomfortably by “chaos” and disorder, or blurred lines in any situation, and uses order, structure, and clear lines and definition to maneuver herself in the world. As a result of that, she has a tendency to see issues of morality as very black and white, without being able to consider the nuances of a particular situation. Obviously, this can easily lead to multiple problems in her judgement.
Second, even though she does have a great capacity for empathy and compassion, she still tends to prioritise offenses against a general principle in her mind above offenses against actual people. This, too, stems from her desire for order, and guidance. The strict moral code she has constructed for herself is something she desperately needs to feel safe and secure in her actions, and she uses it almost like a crutch in that regard.
When she has emotional responses that conflict, even just in the slightest, with her moral code, she is profoundly confused and disturbed by that. And so, if only for her own sanity, she puts the focus on her principles and blocks out conflicting emotions as best as she can.
This is action is mostly unconscious, but it does have very real and conscious consequences. For once, it leads to a mindset in which the severity of a crime makes little difference, only the fact that a principle was violated does, and that your actions were wrong.
Thirdly - though this is more of a problem in her perception than a flaw in her morality - it is difficult for her to really perceive and understand violations of morality that aren’t obvious or have no real perpetrator. She doesn’t really have the capacity to get behind systematic injustices beyond “A lot of people are prejudiced and mean and that’s bad”. I read something interesting in that direction the other day about how Batman only beats up little criminals on the streets, wile still upholding the unjust system and not doing much to change things. Molly has a similar problem right there, and often fails to see the bigger picture.
Also, and this is something I think you guys already noticed, she has a lot of trust in authority, and can often times be very naive. That, in combination with how much she craves love and affection make it quite clear how someone could take advantage of her. So, even if her morality does not fail her in some way, there is still the possibility of her being manipulated and mislead.
In conclusion, there are flaws in Molly's perception and morality that give her some villainous potential. Yay.
#Anonymous#omg I'm so sorry this turned into just a bunch of incoherent rambling#its so messsy im sorry#also if anyone wants to rp dark! molly with me i will kiss them tbh#molly weasley#meme
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Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.
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Once she had stopped talking, and found the opportunity to reflect on what she had just said, she was already starting to regret it. How come it was always too late to take it back whenever she realised that her behaviour was wrong or inappropriate? Though her words had been true, none of them wee ones that you ought to blurt out in front of your new boss, especially if the whole conversation had started as nothing but casual.
Embarrassment flushed through her bones, and almost without thinking, the girl slouched back and sank down in her chair, and gulped. Molly felt a strange heat fill her throat until it slowly rose up to her cheeks. She could have prayed for the ground to swallow her whole, then.
"It's... it's none of your fault, I assure you", she said, her voice flaky, but loud enough nonetheless, "I know it wasn't exactly a compliment, and I... I think I've said enough.. it's enough damage already - I... I'm sorry. Sometimes, I, um, I have trouble figuring out what I should say... or what is out of line. They've said I'm too--", she cut herself off, "But I... I... um... Thank you for your patience"
The girl let out a breath, and slowly rubbed the back of her neck, if only to distract herself. The gesture seemed almost apologetic, though by this time, she hardly knew anymore what she was trying to apologize for, exactly.
Maybe the best course of action now would be to change the subject.
"Are there any additional tests I still need to complete, um.. Commander?"
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