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Fred Weasley
09 August 2021 @ 04:28 pm
[nick] Faith
[AIM] xxsaucesomexx (PM first, I'll hop on!)
[e-mail] saucesome [at] yahoo [dot] com

anon on, ip logging off
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i'm all ears ♥
 
 
Fred Weasley
03 August 2021 @ 01:20 pm


"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

✎text
☎call
✉voicemail
panic
 
 
 
Fred Weasley
02 August 2021 @ 01:39 pm


⇢location: the cabin in the woods
⇢employees: Fred Weasley, George Weasley
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[ooc; if you'd like to place an order or commission some custom fireworks, this is the post to do so! prices may vary as well as availability/time frame of delivery!]
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fred Weasley
17 December 2011 @ 04:21 pm
o10.  
[ video ]

[The post is coming from Fred's device, but when the video feed clicks on, George is standing there with a grin and.....flowers coming from the hole where his ear used to be. Several of them, bright as the glint in his eyes. Something is clearly Not Quite Right, but he looks right as rain.]

Know something, City? 's a bit annoying, waking up to your brother's face. Going from handsome as the Devil to, well...that. Tends to make a bloke feel a touch lopsided.

[His lips quirk, and maybe he's doing his best not to laugh when he hears someone else coming down the hall. He turns to look, flowers bouncing along with him, and then he's definitely doing his best not to laugh.

The twin who certainly looks much more like Fred comes into frame, wearing a rather bulky looking jumper and a knitted hat with a large bobble on the top. He gives his brother a sterm look.]


What did you just stick in my head?

S'pose that depends. Are you trying to make me look like a sack of potatoes?

[The conversation makes no sense, but the twins look right pleased with themselves. The feed ends with snorted laughter and George's(?) hand smacking the device.]

[ooc; Body Swap! Can't you guys just see the difference? Both twins will reply from curse journals, feorgeous and ingredible, and they are open to action around the City if you'd like to bump into them! Tags will be a little slow as well. Holiday season is upon us! ♥]
 
 
 
Fred Weasley
09 December 2011 @ 03:07 pm
oo9.  
[ video || backdated to the morning of 12/08 ]

[For a moment, there's only the view of a closed door and the faint whispering of someone counting down. 'Three, two, one' - and the door is flung open to film one sleeping Ginny Weasley, but not for long. Immediately thereafter, fireworks start booming outside her window, brilliant lights and colors flashing across the room as George, Harry and Fred barge in, throwing confetti all about the room and cheering unintelligibly.

Ginny was fast asleep — in her own room, mind, not Harry's because she knows they would never have any peace and quiet otherwise - completely oblivious to the fact that Something Wicked This Way Comes. She isn't in a warzone, hasn't been in one for years; but when the room erupts in noise and light and maniacal laughter, she reacts...reflexively.

The youngest (not so youngest) Weasley bolts upright with her wand in hand before she's even entirely awake, firing off vicious hexes in the direction of the shadows moving in her bedroom. One of which being her signature Bat-Bogey Hex.]


EAT BOGIES, YOU BLOODY PIECE OF—

[Shouts and yelps as the highly deserving intruders attempt to evade her attacks. There's a shout - is that George? - to 'Retreat!' but the cameraman goes down, sending the device scattering off to the corner of the room to catch the tail end of Harry and George's escape as Fred rolls around on the floor, struggling with something on his face.]

... Fred? [This is what you get for surprising your sister. She makes an irritated noise and throws another hex his way for the trouble.] You arse!

[Fred barely manages the counter-spell in time to free his face from the bogeys and narrowly dodge the second attack, but he lays on the ground aching in pain anyway, laughing tiredly and dragging himself towards the device.]

Worth it. So bloody worth it.

[ /video ]

[ooc; threadjack away. \o/]
 
 
Fred Weasley
29 November 2011 @ 01:17 pm
oo8.  
[ voice ]

We seem to be sans one four-eyed undesirable and up one horrendous looking gnome. Odd thing for Harry to keep in his room, but I'm hardly one to knock another bloke's fet--

[Lude comment cut short by what sounds like a chair scraping across the floor. Fred's quiet a moment.]

Hang on. Little bigger seems to have found its way to the kitchen. How'd you get down here, you ugly little--?

[Silence again, and then Fred laughs.]

I've taught you lot better pranks than this. 's just pathetic.

[He falls silent once again, but this time, there's only the scrape of his chair again and then nothing for a few minutes before the feed times out.]

[ /voice ]

[ooc; Harry is gone, but Fred is not! Yet, at least. 8)]
 
 
 
Fred Weasley
19 November 2011 @ 01:03 pm
oo7.  
Harry Potter and the Inevitable Future

Always a specky little prat, a rare and fortuitous day had Harry Potter manning up and pulling the twig out of his arse to tie the knot with one Ginevra Weasley. It was horribly awkward, and the two of them popped out thirty-seven nippers and lived happily ever after.

The End.


Blimey. Whoever wrote this's a real tosspot.

[ooc; Y E P. He is not cursed. :D Also: I am still technically on hiatus but I'm trying to make AC for this month anyway so I will reply to these tags, but expect them to be a little slow. Sorry!]
 
 
Fred Weasley
02 November 2011 @ 11:23 am
oo6.  
[ accidental video ]

[An absolute silence hangs between the twins as they stare at a picture frame hanging on the wall. Some might recognize the photo within it, others still might recognize the Hall it's posted in. And even if they don't, Fred and George can hardly spare a moment to care, because that silence has a rather tight grasp on them, forcing them to recognize them both for what it is.

Ronald Weasley has left the City.

Fred looks over to George, a look of discontent (and perhaps even anger) clear on his face, before looking back over to the frame.]


So that's it, then? Gone without so much as a sound, just a photograph in some dreadful hallway?

You tell me. You've the one who's been here longer.

[George runs a hand over his face. Without even thinking about it, his hand reaches out and grips firmly onto Fred's shoulder.]

He'd barely even got here.

[Fred visibly tenses at the hand on his shoulder, much as it should be a comfort, and he looks up to the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head.]

Unbelievable tosspot.

[His voice does not sound strained there, thank you very much, and there is nothing even close to a deep, shaky exhale to follow before he shrugs George's hand from his shoulder and turns to leave.]

We ought to go muck up his room. Test out those new fireworks.

[George crosses his arms and fixes Fred with a hard stare.]

Don't be a prat, Fred. That's the last thing everyone needs right now.

The last thing everyone needs right now--!

[In the process of shouting, and Fred only stops to notice the device is recording them. A low string of swear words can be heard as he walks up to it and his hand covers the feed for the briefest of moments before everything starts spinning and the feed ends with a crash!]