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chacswins​:

“Am I committed to this? Do you think I would allow myself to be magically attached to another person for nothing?” He could keep his cool, he had been told at a young age how to. But that didn’t apply when it came to competitions, sports and otherwise. He wouldn’t sign up if he wasn’t totally sure about it. “Absolutely I am.”

“not for nothing.” alicia’s face didn’t relax until the actual answer came, let the tense set of her shoulders fall away for a giddy excitement. “it wouldn’t surprise me to find that some people are into that, if y’know what i mean.” it is, of course, abundantly clear what exactly she means, raised eyebrows and a little nudge of the elbow removing any possible doubt. 

#( chacswins / kaz karkaroff. ) #( the fun stuff / * interactions. ) #( event 18 / autumnfest. )

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feat. @chacswins​ !

“ are you committed to this? ” coming as a surprise to roughly no one : alicia spinnet is a competitive little fuck. flexing her ankle to test the strength of the bonding spell holding her to kaz, a girl once casual might be a bit out for blood. a sore loser & an ungraceful winner were an awful combination, but someone had to have that mix in them — alicia was the lucky recipient, with kaz the unlucky co-conspirator. it was all for charity, of course, so it didn’t matter who won in the end ( except that it DID, and the charitable ruse is easy to see through ). 

#nox.event018 #( the fun stuff / * interactions. ) #( chacswins / kaz karkaroff. ) #<3333333!!!!! #( event 18 / autumnfest. )

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location : main atrium , seated for food ! for : @hoggleswart​ / seamus finnigan !

the disappointment on alicia’s face is glaring. she’d finally managed to convince seamus to join her at a wix event, finally pulled him away from the pub he’d made his home, and the fucking ministry had decided to do THIS to reward her. led to a table at the very back of the hall, and an acute awareness that, hey, things are going to be well different this year, her ankle is tingling underneath the straps of her heels – a conscious and constant little reminder. 

“this is fucking ridiculous.” her jaw is clenched, her hand clutched around the wine glass placed in front of her with a somewhat frightening grip, and all-in-all... she’s not being a fantastic date right now.

#nox.event017 #🌻 — interactions . #( hoggleswart / seamus finnigan. ) #you didnt ask for this but you're getting it <33 hope thats okay 🥴🥴 #( ministry gala 2021 / event 017. )

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#YEAH #nsfw / #( big energy / * inspirations. ) #🌻 ( 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 ) — inspirations .

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how would they describe their family?

in the fondest of terms : there's something to be said about found families, and alicia is particularly attached to hers, but ultimately it comes from a ... greedy temperament rather than any lack !

alicia adores her parents , regrets that she doesn't seem them more often ( though she does tend to go home every other sunday for a meal and a knees-up ), and trust them with ANYTHING. rather than being the type of muggleborn who feels as if she has to hide the troubles facing the wixen world : when she ACKNOWLEDGES that there's a problem , her parents are her go-to. they've rarely steered her wrong with their advice & are VERY fond of her friends whenever she brings someone back.

the only ( slight ) bone of contention between her & her parents is that they would like alicia to have more stability . as happily-married teenage sweethearts for the past however many years , they do worry about alicia settling down / they're somewhat disapproving of her flighty nature regarding relationships : and they do have SOME concerns about her career. though it has been steady enough to keep her afloat ( with a few temp jobs taken up during dry spells ) , they're weary : alicia's methods are hands-on and they worry about her health / her ability to keep going over a period of many years. alicia , of course , is loath to think that far ahead - so the conversation usually culminates in a i don't want to hear it.

#she has siblings <3 i should probably flesh them out <3 #someday #( meme night / * the answers. )

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ron for the height meme <333

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

#i would call this perfect piggyback height #but there's no wrong piggyback height #nox.heights

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oliver is 5'11''

alicia using oliver's shoulder as a head rest CONFIRMED!

#nox.heights #i rounded up to cm because <33 this height thing is cute

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ACCEPTING : twitter starters / character headcanons / & height meme

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nouvelleslune​ !

location: the bonfire

ft. open!

bad news travels fast, but apparently not fast enough, as it was in the middle of the bonfire (when she had already consumed copious amounts of booze) that she decided to turn around and carelessly ask a random stranger what the hell they were celebrating. she had heard from a friend that heard from a friend (that probably heard from another friend) that the bonfire was the place to be at tonight, and never missing a party, gabrielle headed there swiftly, not really bothering to figure out there was a purpose behind it. and quite a heavy one, she guessed, taking in account the cutting glare she received from the stranger who didn’t even bother to reply. rude.

gabrielle kept walking, glass in hand, feeling out of place with her light pink dress in the sea of people wearing black, sporting matching gloomy drunk faces. even though she had moved two years ago already, she couldn’t even begin to understand their customs or attitudes or general lack of joie de vivre and - wait. why was everyone wearing black?

and suddenly realization dawned on her and gabrielle felt terribly sorry. she had to sit down to process the fact that she had just fucking walked into a funeral. and then she remembered the terrible news she had heard from fleur a few breakfasts ago, how a hogwarts teacher had died, as if that place needed more death and destruction tied to it’s name.

“i am a fucking idiot, right?” gabrielle said to the person that sat next to her, pushing her head into her hands. her head was starting to spin a little, both from the emotional whiplash and the booze she had generously thrown back. “i never know where the fuck i’m standing.”

perhaps it was CALLOUS for alicia to not go to the main event – to not attend the service or the official wake – but the truth was simple and downright boring ( though not UNcallous in nature ) : she hadn’t known trelawney that well. she’d gone to more than enough funerals six years ago. she couldn’t stand them anymore. there was SOMETHING, of course, about the compulsion she had to reel this off to anyone who asked about the service : something about being seen to be somewhat more morally upright than she was / could hope to be.

she had been there barely been any time, really, and the appeal of it had worn off quite quickly. it’d been easy to sling back a couple of drinks in the giddy atmosphere of the never have i ever game, but wandering the hillside on her own was considerably more sedate. AND her ankle was liable to break again – even though the mediwitch had insisted the muggle idea of ‘broken once, easy to break again’ didn’t apply to magically healed bones – she was only lucky that she’d chosen chunky heels ( you could be as agile as a bird , alicia reasoned , and thin heels would fuck you over at least TEN TIMES in your lifespan ) that didn’t sink into the grass.

it had been far too easy to just sit, legs asunder, empty bottle in one hand and eyes closed. she wasn’t THINKING, just feeling the distant warmth on her face and hoping it did the same thing to burn the edges off the wary feeling that had made a home in her chest. gabrielle broke that silence, and there was never gonna be a chance that alicia could just ignore impending conversation : her heart leapt without her even noticing. so, there was a moment of appraisal from alicia, just a quick once-over of gabrielle ( merely a cataloging of her outfit, because what else could this despair be about ? ), before she shrugs. “you’re ALRIGHT. i’m the idiot who wore heels to a fuckin’ bonfire.”

#( the fun stuff / * interactions. ) #i'm so sorry . i gave you one line to work with here #( nouvelleslune / * gabrielle delacour. ) #( bonfire / * event 014. ) #🌻 — interactions .

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MASUMIYET  Deniz Isin in E5 — Icimdeki Bosluk​ (The Void Inside You)

#YEAH! #( big energy / * inspirations. ) #q

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petriichvrs​ !

she makes a face right back, and she’s probably lucky that none of the healers happened to walk by as she did - it’s far more animated than she’s been since getting there, and she can only imagine how quickly they’d try and shuffle her out the door, if they thought they could. she wanted out, but not at the expense of you know… her healing.

whatever else ginny might have said about depth perception and it’s usefulness ( or lack thereof ) was forgotten when alicia posed that question. for a moment, she’s completely torn. there’s the obvious instinct to go straight to disgust ( nose even scrunches, a little, as she peers back at her ) & there’s a handful of others, too, but ginny has a sudden flash of an electric blue eye spinning wildly in its socket & before she can help it, raucous laughter has bubbled up past her lips. she’s inconsolable, and it hurts, but that fact just makes it all the worse - she can barely manage to fit words in between those little bursts of breathless giggles. “don’t- tell- me- that- you- did— did the way- he’d growl- constant vigilance- get you all- hot and bothered, alicia?”

the ungodly ego boost that cracking laughter gives was possibly the only thing keeping alicia all charged up and ready to go. alicia can’t help laughing herself, mostly set off by ginny’s laughter – that kind of laughter spiral that could lead to hours of joy and aching stomach muscles. as much as she’d like to sit back and grin smugly as ginny collapsed into laughter ( that’s the INSTINCT : sit back in the glory of being funny ), it’s contagious.

“OH.” it’s overexaggerated, hand slapped on chest and a swoon that may put her ankle out of action for longer than expected, but it was ALWAYS worth it. “be STILL my heart. he could vigilance my constant.” it doesn’t make sense nor does it matter – anything to get a couple of seconds more of that uncontrolled grin, anything for a minute longer without the mental image of ginny sprawled on the floor in the department of mysteries, ANYTHING.

#me 2 me 2 everytime its just. THEMS! #( the fun stuff / * interactions. ) #( petriichvrs / ginny weasley. ) #< i cant. see the diff between these two #🌻 — interactions .

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sneakscar​ !

marietta blinks at the glasses click against each other and alicia’s words elicit another round of laughter that has her tilting her head against alicia’s shoulder for a moment. “TWINS.” she echoes, though it isn’t half as elegant, sounding for all the world like the sort of girl who does not get drunk OFTEN. “it’s - it’s, like…the best way to be. we’re, uh -” she’s cut off by a cool palm on either side of her glowing pink face and marietta surprises herself by not flinching when fingers come close to the K. in fact, she does not move at all, rooted to the spot by the two points of chilly contact on her face. cheeks heat further and she giggles helplessly. “GOOD LUCK. i’m,” she realizes she is speaking a bit loud and pipes down to a STAGE WHISPER, “i’m SO QUIET.”

marietta’s head against her shoulder is so FAMILIAR that it’s easy to just settle – this is a friendship now, by alicia’s standards, whether marietta liked it or not. a pinky finger twitches against cold cheeks ( she’s not aware of the ever-present k at that moment, but skin accidentally slips and runs over pocked cheekbone and it strikes her how easy it was to forget ). “that makes it funner!” alicia leans forward, pressing a kiss to marietta’s forehead – it could be a step too far, but it’s only what she’d do with anyone else, so there’s a callous thoughtlessness to it.  “i’m good with a challenge.”

#( the fun stuff / * interactions. ) #( sneakscar / marietta edgecombe. ) #( karkaroff house party / event 011. ) #🌻 — interactions .

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOX !!!!         /              DAY ONE : 5/7 INCORRECT QUOTES

featuring: @petriichvrs , @herisen , & @mcrtaloncemore !

#nox.task

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOX !!!!         /              DAY ONE : 1/7 INCORRECT QUOTES

featuring: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (rip)

#nox.task #the one i put the least amount of effort into <3

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HAPPY ONE YEAR OF NOX      /      THREE WANTED CONNECTIONS

on this fine day i woke up and decided i needed ex connects !

DUDLEY DURSLEY ( finn cole ) is looking for their EX who resembles ANY FC and should be 23-25. applicants do have to contact VICKY to talk over the details before applying.   (   SO! this would be maybe about a year or two after dudley joined the wix world : so more than likely someone who was also in the world at that time but i'm not overly fussy about details - there are a lot of fun places to go with this, as i doubt dudley was 100% ready to be a  good boyfriend at this point ! they can have ended on bad terms or good terms / still be close friends or simply avoid looking at each other whenever they walk by / spit knives at each other , whatever ! i am. also up for him being a bit of a ~rebellion~ for a character that perhaps has parents who aren't exactly muggle-friendly . all this to say i'm open to BASICALLY anything . i just wanna talk before to get some vibes goin'! )    

ALICIA SPINNET ( alisha wainwright ) is looking for their EXES/EX-FLINGS who resembles ANY FC and should be 23-28. applicants do not have to contact VICKY to talk over the details before applying.   (   i've plotted a couple of these before BUT alicia is very flirty and very friendly so i don't doubt there could be a lot more fun to be had here ! at the moment she doesn't have any exes or flings that have ended badly or even vaguely awkwardly / on the latter, she is much more likely to try and keep a friendship which could be juicy funky fun! i feel like all my wcs are like I'M UP FOR ANYTHING but truly i am UP for pretty much ANYTHING.  )

TEMPEST CLEARWATER ( anya chalotra ) is looking for their EXES/EX-FLINGS who resembles ANY FC and should be 23-30. applicants do not have to contact VICKY to talk over the details before applying.   ( much more likely to be flings than anything else - we love a flighty bastard - but there could a lot of fun to be had here with something that may have been longer term ! throw anything at this funky little dickhead and we can have some fun with it ! )

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INCORRECT QUOTES : ft. @aliciaspinncts + @sneakscar

#AHHHHHHHH #I LOVE THEM!!!! #blo your mind

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task patronus drabble featuring ( briefly ) dennis creevey set in diagon alley / in the mind’s eye

blood pumping, adrenaline rushing, alicia spinnet looks down at young dennis creevey ( young and had to grow up so quickly, young and had to grow up too quickly ) and – the narrator will note – though her throat feels sore, the air coming into her lungs as she breathes heavily feels clearer and more refreshing than it has since christmas. never a thinker, usually a doer, her relief at being able to somewhat pretend things are normal is in a precarious battle of balance with her fear that now’s the WAITING TIME.

alicia has been undoubtedly lucky in her life – unlike her peers, she’s FIFTEEN when she first encounters that deep pit of fear that comes alongside the dementors. it's her fifth year and certain areas of her home-from-home plunge her into an uncomfortably unfamiliar feeling ( it's A L L YOUR FRIENDS dying , it's more of a boggart than any memories , it's a feeling of inevitability that chokes you – it’s the shape of your parent’s faces when they meet angelina for the first time and take her under their wings, it’s the fondness, it’s the awareness that all this could be TAKEN AWAY ).

there are sporadic encounters after those first , all serving to reinforce that feeling – an unfriendly voice echoing in her head. the battle solidifies it for certain : she can’t walk away from it anymore , it isn’t a bundle of sticks being tempted into a fire anymore. the thought becomes a constant flicker in the background.

with her wand in her hand and her instincts in her throat, there's a slideshow of memories to choose from – a symptom of luck more than anything else – but seeing ginny sat in that hospital bed makes itself known first. it’s an odd one , it shouldn’t work the way it does , but it’s the WATCHING YOUR FRIEND DIE AND COME BACK TO LIFE of it all. they’re weak and looking fucking awful, and still cracking jokes at her – it’s grumbling about missing out on quidditch for a couple of weeks and looking into their eyes and knowing there’s SO MUCH MORE they could’ve missed.

the robin emerges in a furious flutter of wings from the tip of her wand – much bigger than life-sized – and soars with a blast of energy at the nearest dementor. it’s singing even as it attacks.

#i dont know. if i like this!!!!!!!!!!!! #nox.task #( into the mind / * drabbles. )