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drarrysmyreason · 9 months
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Pt 2 of what we this is
Ariana rumble door
“OH NO!” screamed bob the builder at everything was set aflame. He looking over the sea of tears from the people around him, reflecting on his own.
His cried for, not the fire, not the people, but for the ravioli recipe he made. It was perfect. Nothing with perfect but this was perfect.
Bob felt his heartbeat fast, and the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. It was too much to bear 🐻.
Then, a portal spawns and neville longgbottom steps out, “come on! We have to go!” He cried over the raging fire of the ravioli .
He watched as Clifford the big red dog tried to fit in the small painting of Ariana rumbler door.
“You can’t fit!” Cried dizzy from bob’s side, “we have to leave without you!” She sobbed harder as big fat tears streamed down her scrunched up face, and down her chin.
He saw as the dogs big eyes got glassy as he nods his head, excepting his fate with the fire.
Bob turns back to the front of the small passing way everyone was in. He couldn’t understand, his brain wouldn’t let him understand the extent of the meaning behind his tears, glassy eyes, and cheeks.
As bob tries to step out of the portal, Neville stops him, “stay here! I’ll be back soon.”
As everyone stays planted where they are, the space begins to expand as Bob Ross steps out from a beautiful painting.
“I’m sorry I burnt your ravioli” he says with some of it in his hands, “I will bring back the one you have lost!” He says as he brings his arms up and begins to chant…
“Justice is rivalry, raviolis your life mates! Send apologies to the art of baseball! Ravioli! Ravioli god! If you hear me! TEND TO THY NEEDS!” he screams raising his hands full of ravioli up in the air. “NO LONGER BURT WITH PRIDE, THE BEAST IS UNKNOWN, BUT THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!”
“THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!” people started to chant
“THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!” Screamed the loudest of all.. fix it Felix!
But as time gets closer to noon, dizzy is working harder to find a safe way back. She can’t let Bob know the truth she has hiding for so long. But then…
Neville came back with it, the prophecy! “Bob!” Neville cries “you’re the one! The one we need! The chosen one!”
Everyone gasps with surprise, excitement, and some with jealousy. All but dizzy, who is fuming.
“How dare you…” she says in a low voice, “I’ve been keeping that a secret!”
“But dizzy! You don’t know what the damage will be if no one knew! It would be unreversed!”
“I DONT CARE!” dizzy- wait no… her once short hair turns to golden and long, she becomes taller and.. Rapunzel?!
“I AM RAP U UNZIL! AND I DONT CARE!” she screamed. All of a sudden, she snapped and became Thanos!
“GOD! I SUMMON YOU!” he screamed
There was a bright flash of light the god came. “You called me child?”
‘Snap’
Everything goes black, Bob wakes up is a dark room. He tries to get up but he was held down by the chains on His ankles and wrists, presumably to keep him in his given place.
“Hello?!” He called bravely out to the dark room. There was not a sign of anyone. “Hello?!!” He called again to someone he hoped for to hear. Just as he was about to scream out a voice came.
It was dark and scruffy, it sounded almost like it has been rusted over by time. Out from the shadows came to the small candle light ballon boy.
“Give me your double A Batteries!” He yelled at bob walking around the chains bob was held by.
“I-I don’t have any!” Bob cried, it was too much! Everything and everyone was swimming in his head. He felt dizzy, but thinking about it only reminded him of his father.
Or… only he knows now is his father. He trusted Dizzy so much, SO much. And, I guess that’s how he played into her games.
How could he not know that he was the chosen one?! How did she know? But Bob was taken from his thoughts by the screams of balloon boy.
“I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME!”
“NO I DON-“
bob was never hear from again…
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minayrd · 6 years
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you were the sun, and i was crashing into you. i’d wake up every morning and think, ‘this will end in flames.’
— Rainbow Rowell, Carry On.
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elains · 6 years
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@sixofcrowsnet heist: social media au — the dregs’s instagrams
“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?" "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej. "Gun to the back?" said Jesper. "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina. "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
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quaffles · 6 years
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character edits  → luna lovegood
“It's alright" said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. "You're not going mad or anything. I can see them too."
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dirrtyhands · 6 years
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@sixofcrowsnet heist: social media au
wylan shrugged. “not all poisons have an antidote.”  jesper snorted. “that’s why we call him wylan van sunshine.” 
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crvdence · 6 years
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@snakepitnet event → winter challenge | second prompt ; a friendship/relationship → pansy parkinson & theodore nott | 1641 words | read in ao3
after the christmas break of their second year, theo came back to hogwarts being extremely quiet, he moved different too, and he was afraid. it was just so strange. sure theo was always quiet, but he came back with a different kind of quiet, something that was worrying and darker than his usual mood. it took a week for the three of them to notice, but when they did, they searched desperately for the cause of theo's silence.
blaise took another week to find it out, purely by accident, when in front of him he could see the angry marks of purples and blues down theo's back. so that was it, theo's quietness was carved onto him by displays of violence. and like that, it was after the christmas break of their second year, the three of them promised to each other to never, ever, leave theo alone with his father.
the problem was, it turned to be difficult to keep an eye on theo during christmas time, because it seemed to be that time of the year when being with the family was mandatory, where keeping an eye on theo, and most importantly keeping him safe from his father, seemed impossible. but it wasn't for pansy, because out of the three of them, she was the one who was more detached from her family.
draco was such a mama (and papa) boy, somehow still clinging to that kind of child-like fascination, of seeing your parents as idols, something pansy grew up too quickly from. blaise and his mother were genuinely close, in ways, it made pansy almost jealous. no one would actually believe it but, out of the four of them, blaise had the healthiest and most supportive family relationship, his mother adored him, and the adoration was mutual, and pansy, everyone; knew they would always take care of each other, fiercely, against all odds. truly slytherin family values. theo was, sadly, their most typical history, orphan, with a twat of a father who grew attached to a bottle of firewhiskey and who thought that beating the shit out of his son would solve all his problems, and somehow, still held an iron grip around him, establishing his authority by screams, hits and swings of magic.
pansy... pansy just didn't really care, and surprisingly (not really), neither did her family. she was an only child, her mother travelled constantly by sucking off the money her father earned, with some ministry title that was good enough to keep the reputation and name of a pureblood slytherin family up, and his father was just too busy, too married to his job to even entertain the idea of being any kind of positive parent figure. pansy didn't care, it was even for the better, the less the expectations, the less the disappointment.
so she grew up barely by herself: bitter, but carefree, with enough money to do all she wanted, without the need to give  any explanations, but with the burden of being truly unable to reach out properly, to create true bonds, to express her true feelings.
the midnight times in the common room, after homework, cuddled up in a shared couch, were the closest thing to belonging and family pansy felt. and she guessed that was enough.
that left her to be the person who was more available, not the only one but the most, during christmas time to make sure theo and his father were never alone in the same house for long periods of time. funny though, because during the first years of their friendship, theo and pansy weren't even that close. they were in the gravity of each other, impossible not to be when they were both close friends of draco, but somehow the bonding didn't happen in the same way it did with blaise.
pansy knew she was too abrasive for someone like theo, too direct, too blunt. she didn't have the same poise and elegance draco possessed, neither the same refinement and calmness blaise had. she was rawness and intensity, opened up in the air, exposed and ready. that was her only strength, but simultaneously, it was also her weakness.
with the time, it pleased her to see that, somehow, theo was raw as well, as much as she was, if not more. it was just, his rawness was different, he was less about intensity and gutted wrath, it was about sensitivity and restraint. they were like ice and fire, but instead of cancelling each other out, they started to complement each other.
so, when pansy was tired of draco's pettiness and blaise's judgemental skinny ass, she curled herself next to theo in his corner of the library, with a massive volume of astrology resting on her lap, while theo worked with endless diagrams for his arithmancy class. theo's quiet personality was calming, like a balm, and the older they got, the more pansy loved to enjoy it, to enjoy him.
when everyone dismissed pansy and her interest (professor trelawney called it her sight), theo always gave her his hands to read, or stood in front of her for minutes for her tarot readings. when theo's nightmares started to develop in night terrors and his dark circles started to reach his cheeks, pansy perfected a sleeping draught that promised him dreamless sleep nights. when pansy started to skip and not pay attention, theo went over with her through his potions notes.
like that, hanging out with theo became less awkward. pansy would spend hours at the nott manor, such a grey, and cold and horrible place, so icy and desolate it was impossible to think how someone like theodore nott, sweet, sensitive and caring theodore nott despite everything; could have grown up between all those walls. hiding with him when they heard steps coming closer, using the floo to disappear to her own empty but warmer, a little more welcoming manor, to make sure theo would come back to hogwarts unharmed.
years had passed since the promise, their tradition, of never leaving theo alone during christmas time. they grew up a lot in the meantime, theo's father started to spend less and less time at home, and at some point, less and less time even conscious, thanks to his addiction to firewishkey, and theo's back and arms, were more pale than black and blue. but somehow, the tradition remained there. they got all together to enjoy blaise's mother italian food, or got away to draco's home in the south of italy, and pansy, out of habit, would spend hours in theo's room.
it was the christmas break of their fifth year, and pansy was painting her eyes hunched over the small mirror of theo's wall. on his small table, there were books and pieces of parchments, and next to the only picture of theo's mother pansy had seen in the entire house, there were pictures of all of them together, memories, that made pansy smile with the corner of her lips.
theo's father was passed out on the couch in the mainroom bellow them, both pansy and theo knew he didn't need a babysitter anymore, but what it was someone something that started to happen as a mere necessity, as a mechanism of survival, ended up to the something they both of them liked, needed, but in a different sense.
the bond happened, and pansy grew attached to theo's shy eyes but sassy remarks, to the awkward but warm way he had of showing his affection and care, how he was gangly and clumsy, but how he was the quickest, and the smartest of them all. and theo became dependent of pansy's strength and larger than life personality, of her remarks of sex even if they made him blush, of the way she could outdrink their entire year, of how she was the shortest but her charm was the biggest.
they were just making time for a party daphne, and astoria, were throwing at their place and when when pansy was done painting her eyes, she had a muggle lighted cigarette between her lips (something that, surprisingly, theo started because it calmed his nerves and his anxiety, and he just expanded to the fourth of them, even if draco thought it gave you foul breath) and she sat in front of theo with crossed legs, theo smiled to himself, knowing what it meant, and he presented his hands to her.
they had done this million times, and theo truly believed there was nothing in his hands pansy could read, after all the years, as she traced her thumb carefully down his lines and dips. it made theo strangely emotional, looking down at her straight hair and velvet black dress, breathing in that perfume she loved to use, a mixture of vanilla and roasted tonka, sweet, so sweet, yet so pansy, it was a scent theo was going to remember all his life.
it was like time had never passed, like he was still this awkward afraid child, teary eyed with the company of pansy reading his hands resting on her lap, while they were hiding away in his room, when pansy was the only thing that truly made him feel safe, the only armour between safety and his father.
“pansy... merry christmas.” he whispered, almost low enough for being missed, moving his hands so his long, bony fingers were squeezing pansy's soft hands. there it was, theo's small, but warm ways to show affection, and when pansy looked at him, she was beaming but also a little starry eyed, maybe also drowning in the same kind of memories and feelings.
and pansy moved to press her lips to theo's cheek, leaving a perfect mark of her deep maroon lipstick to his pale cheek, while she squeezed his hands back, the reading long forgotten. “merry christmas, love!”
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dunyashas · 6 years
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sixofcrowsnet as soc/tgt characters
oh boy, it’s been awhile since i’ve done this. i’ll do this with all the new members in the network, but you can see all the old ones here: (x) also i’m not going to include tgt characters since i haven’t read the entire trilogy and don’t know the characters well enough.
lin, @nathanielwesninski = wylan (wants to b badass but screams over bugs)marisa, @narcissae = wylan (loves cardigans, hates drama)reb, @jurdaparem =  kaz (edgelord asian boy)
amber, @rollinspekka = anya (very smol and soft, could kill us all but probably won’t)brooke, @keiraknighlty = alys (50% mom friend, 50% needs to be taken care of)jenna, @stadwatch = nina (would have bought a waffle-patterned onesie if it had been in her size)karla, @adampamish = wylan (”what do i have to do to prove im a valid criminal”)thea, @longgbottom = nina (a good shoulder to cry on, loves romcoms)talya, @peppermintpekka =  matthias (camps in the middle of nowhere, super survivalist skills, could survive in the wild)
adira, @icecourt =  kaz (always ready for robbery!!)bea, @aurror = matthias (really bad at comebacks, starts fights but isnt good at finishing them)ellie, @gxngsy = wylan (in a cult, doesn’t want to be mean tho)faye, @novyidem = kaz (takes a second free sample, “i love robbery and fraud”)hannah, @wraithwesninski = jesper (makes the best/worse jokes)nicole, @neilabramjcsten = kaz (criminals that stick together will get rich together)rowan, @faheyjepser = inej (is on a hiatus but shows up at random times, gryffindor)
kat, @kazbrxkkers = kaz (only thinks about one thing and thats power)delya, @ghaafas = nina (living goddess, loves love)
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judebuarte · 6 years
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remusluvpin · 7 years
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Harry Potter Hogwarts Classes → Potions
“As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
happy birthday @meraudurs
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albuspotthr · 7 years
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lightning era (3/?) -- luna lovegood: “i think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.”
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dirtycomputermp3 · 7 years
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@quidditchteamnet creation event: favorite player
↳ ron weasley
one person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode!
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pondmelody · 6 years
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Hey! I thought I’d reveal myself now and say I hope you had a great holiday season! I will make you a gift as soon as I can, I just hope that it’s alright if it’s a little bit late. I hope you’re doing well - jtsecretsanta x
hello! i've had a good christmas, i hope you too! don't worry, sweetie! take your time :)i wish you a very happy new year! 💖
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viktorprotectionnet · 7 years
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"Harry had never seen anyone fly like that; Krum hardly looked as though he was using a broomstick at all; he moved so easily through the air that he looked unsupported and weightless." 
VIKTOR KRUM PROTECTION NET
Do you love the Bulgarian seeker Viktor Krum? Do you think that he is often forgotten or underappreciated and that he deserves more love and recognition? Do you dream of staring longingly into his eyes and telling him how much you love him? Then this is the place for you: ViktorProtectionNet is a network for fellow bloggers who love Viktor Krum.
WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR:
friendly, active bloggers who have a genuine appreciation for the Bulgarian bonbon that is Viktor Krum
bloggers who are willing to participate in network events, whether it is creating content or reblogging it with supportive tags and sharing the Viktor Krum love
blogs that post at least 50% harry potter content - it doesn’t have to be a harry potter-only blog
TO APPLY:
must be following the admins léo and teresa
must be following the network blog
reblog this post (likes are for bookmarks only)
fill out this application form
track the tag #viktorprotectionnet for updates
PERKS OF BEING A PART OF THE NET:
you get to be a part of a community that shares the love of a common character, Viktor Krum, and who will be nonjudgmental and supportive of your love for him
a discord group chat to make friends in
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OTHER INFORMATION:
applications close on august 22nd. 
members will be announced on august 28th by latest.
we will be accepting between 10-15 members during this first application process.
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gabrielledelcour · 7 years
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@hpeditsnet creation event: get to know our members week
day 6: golden trio or silver trio?
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quaffles · 7 years
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hogwarts houses & canon traits [4/4] - slytherin
Or perhaps in Slytherin, You'll make your real friends.
also for the @harrypotternetwork and @slytheringirlsgang slytherin house cup
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dirrtyhands · 6 years
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@sixofcrowsnet heist: social media au 
“you have a weak spot. we all have weak spots.” “what’s yours?” “the company i keep,” she said with a slight smile.
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