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softbladee · 3 years

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@blueheaded tagged me for ur ocs as drinks so ☺️ here's the piccrew also instead of just describing the drink I did mini prompts idk where I got the muse from all of a sudden but there u go

When you order the Warden

The drink is in front of you before you finish counting out your change to pay. You're confused for a moment before you see the bartender pouring another halfway down the bar, a sickly sweet syrup followed by a glass full of alcohol and a lavender petals hapazardly tossed ontop. At first that seems lazy, but even thrown on there like confetti at an acquaintance's birthday it does look kind of pretty. The pollen floats in the water and you look for a stir stick to mix the tiny bit of relief the syrup would provide, but realize there aren't any around.

Don't worry, or maybe do, you aren't supposed to mix it.

The first sip is bracing. As is most of the drink. It's a rye whiskey but something's not quite right about it, as if it's been watered down with something else strong but tasteless. The bartender's long gone now, you can't ask if there's a problem as you try and drink it down and be done with it, trying not to cough when you swallow a petal by mistake.

The first three quarters of the drink you think about the best way to complain or ask for something else, but what you aren't expecting is the last few sips are smooth and sweet. Peachy, that after the last bit of syrup is down you feel like you took a bite of the fruit itself. The sugar coats the burn in your throat. It lingers on your tongue, your teeth feel sticky.

The rest of the petals sit on the bottom of the glass. You put a tip on the bar, and you wait to order another.

When you order the Champion

The bartenders brow scrunches up for a split second. The girl next to you says she'd like one too before turning back to her friends who are gossiping a little too loudly for the bars somber air. Despite the moment of annoyance that hung on his brow, the bartender grabs two glasses and a cutting board.

Right infront of your the bartender peels, cores, and cuts a red apple. The fruit looks like it's from the cover of a magazine. It's halved and sliced with intent. So much so that when it's not to the bartenders liking they take out another apple, just as shiny and red, and try again. Apple slices, a few leaves you think are basil and ice get tossed into a shaker. The bartender doesn't lift the bottles above the counter as he pours them in, but if you're curious enough (you've just watched someone cut two apples, I'd say you're invested) you see a blend of expensive white wine and a vodka with nothing but Russian text on the bottle. "It adds that kick you need." The bartender mentions to you, having noticed you've been watching that whole time. A bit of club soda a few shakes and then it's poured between the glasses, you're evening now linked to a total stranger's through a few apple slices and two seats at the bar.

When you finally get it, it's annoying to drink. the ice hits your lip as you sip on it and burns with how cold it is. You don't wait however, you can already tell the ice is going to water everything down, that if you work for it you may get a few good sips toward the middle. Looking to the girl next to you for guidance you see her phone in hand leaning every which was in her chair trying to get the perfect photo before she takes a sip, complains to the bartender, and gets another drink.

The apple slices are crisp when you finally get around to eattin them. Crisp and cold, they hurt your teeth when you bite down.

When you order the Inquisitor

You're first surprise is the cost, but as you watch the drink being made you realize there's no alcohol. The glass is grabbed from a back cabinet and a small golden tool with a sculpted handle is used to crush a half handful of mixed berry just enough to get their skins to break. The ice is left to sit in there and the glass frosts over. Then a fresh can of lemon seltzer is poured over the top.

It's sweet like you expect but then you swirl your glass and realize that at the bottom the fruits are all bitter. The whole drink no longer a delicate house of cards with every sip full of intention. Now it's a mess and it's your very, very expensive mess.

The bartender eyes you, attempting to be subtle as they waits for your next move but doesn't come to your aid until you've grimaced through half the beverage. They grabs another can, and tops off your drink. "On the house."

It's a return to form, an expectation, and you ask for a straw to avoid jostling the glass.

Tagging: @alongtidesoflight @doctormage @rosenkow @vixils but only if u want to! Also u don't have to do a whole ass writing excercise I'm just impossible

#my ocs #zareen hawke #tahlia mahariel #kadatheron trevelyan #ask memes #ty so much for thinking of me i had fun 🥺☺️💕#my writing

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mvadowes · 5 years

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DORCAS CLEMENTINA MEADOWES is 26 years old and works as a DRAGON RESCUER/SPY and is loyal to THE OOTP. she was a RAVENCLAW and is a MUGGLEBORN. SHE looks like DIANE GUERRERO. ( and it’s cami, bitch !! )

dorcas was born into a rather large working-class family in leeds, and quickly stood out ( some would say, for all the wrong reasons ). the meadowes were quite proud of the respectable reputation they’d earned inside their social circles over the years, and expected their children to be models of just that - quiet, obedient, polite, soft edges.

she was different from them all long before she knew magic ran in her veins

the mere concept of reputation always felt absurd to her, even as a little girl who dared to look in the eyes those who’d even consider glancing at her. her parents thought her daredevil and somewhat cynical behaviour would tire itself out and she’d eventually copy her siblings, but they were wrong.

something fiery in her was intensified by the weird occurances she couldn’t explain, and when her tongue grew sharper, more imaginative, she was uncontrollable. sometimes even to herself. dorcas meadowes was born a wild card.

the very muggle meadowes didn’t take lightly the news that their odd girl was a witch, and that aversion never really went away. inside the household, the reactions would always range from complete disinterest in anything magical to terror of what she could TECHNICALLY do. she’d accidentally won the power struggle in the family. she simultaneously held it all and none. the double edge sword of her status made it so that no one even tried controlling her anymore, but also left her lonely and lacking affection, regardless of how much she insisted she did not need it.

ravenclaw, home of the curious, imaginative, individualistic sharp-witted. dorcas fit right in, although that didn’t stop her from being in all other common rooms at all times. hogwarts was the biggest playground she could have asked for - somewhere new where no one knew who she was; somewhere magical where her curiosity could be fulfilled; somewhere where suspension of disbelief was common; a bubble she could experiment with. of course she’d tried lies back at home ( how many times had her mother bitterly called her a liar anyway ? ) but this was storytelling. dorcas sharpened her lying skills like one sharpens a weapon, and after some trial and error she found her tricks. after that, the options were limitless. she was a social butterfly, telling 10 different life stories in the same day, carrying them over for months. once she fooled a single hufflepuff into thinking for 4 weeks that she was in his house and year. even got a hufflepuff tie.

despire hogwarts being where she truly learned how to lie and how to put up fortresses around her, it was also when she was at her most internally chaotic. her identity was still shaky and between her crisis and her offputting ways, she truly opened herself up, more than before and certainly more than after. she holds dear to her heart the friendships she’s made back at hogwarts, with a special place dedicated to the so-called d squad, or dick squad. she’s made up so many stories about they all met that she now can’t pinpoint how exactly they all came together, but the four wild cards that are dorcas meadowes, daisy hookum, mundungus “dung” fletcher and caradoc “doc” dearborn eventually united and brought terror upon hogwarts. marauders who? golden trio who? the dick squad was chaos and friendship and family - she cares for all of them very specially and very individually, and to this day they’re the ones she always goes to.

hogwarts was also where she found her love for magical creatures. growing up, she’d bring home bugs and lizards, tried to take in stray cats, wanted to be a vet. magic opened up a new world of animals and her personal favourite - dragons. giant flying lizards that burned down entire fields? y e s.

after a few summer internships, she graduated with a job at a dragon reserve, but it wasn’t fulfilling. not just yet. after falling victims to too many of her lies, her superiors realised where she’d be able to put those skills to use, and as such she became a dragon rescuer. with no real experience, she was tasked with giving herself a cover, a way into a dragon smuggling ring, get vital evidence and then let the authorities tear it down. she succeeded. it was addictive.

soon she built up her little network of other spies, ID forgers, crime connections - dorcas is represented in every seedy corner, hears talks in every dark bar, has covers to pick and choose from. the latter, the criminal world is one she dips her feet in far too often, honestly just for the thrill of it. a lot of what she does can be justified with that.

the order too knew how to use her skills. when she isn’t on dragon missions or visiting a reserve to help out, she’s spying for the order. once again, contacts everywhere, dorcas meadowes is always listening.

is she way in over her head? yes. dorcas is young, reckless, only has SIX years of experience in spying and is honestly just making it up as she goes. does she see that?absolutely not. that’s her mortal flaw; she can’t see mortality. even in a war, surrounded by death, the concept is foreign. it’s a mix of her bravado and her detachment from reality what causes it. it’s this what gets her killed in a year.

activist to her very core. can always be seen arguing about something, especially animal rights. has been arrested for trying to free the gringott dragon. will keep on being arrested.

openly anti-government. anti-capitalism. anti-separated muggle and magical worlds. long live the anarchy.

part of her misses being a full-time dragon carer. even though most of her missions are animal traffic and animal cruelty related, she doesn’t spend quite as much time with the dragons as she used to.

loves the punk rock underground scene and all of her muggle friends are from it. catch her going to weird secret bars and rocking out to ‘noise’.

she has very few things grounding her, since for the most part dorcas is like a ghost. she has no home, living off a backpack and couch surfing, has no telephone, no fireplace, very few photographs. disappears for missions or just to satisfy a need to not be stuck in the same place far too often. dorcas meadowes will come into your life after two weeks of radio silence, with two dragon eggs and a simple ‘i’m staying with you this week’.

gets in trouble far too often. always did like to hang around the wilder more out fringe groups of society, and can also usually be found in the company of aurors. has a need for danger and excitement. would light up a car just to see how that happens. doesn’t lead the healthiest life, far too much alcohol and party drugs but hey at least she always sleeps a lot ??

she does have a fascination with fire. lieks to watch things burn, gets lost in the beauty of flames !!

lowkey just needs to learn how to be more emotionally honest and how to accept the rawness that comes with it, and to not run away every time something arises. lowkey needs to learn how to emote and live like other people. lowkey never will.

basically ??? she’s an irresponsible couch surfing slightly pyromanic compulsive liar anarchist, with a passion for animal rights and especially the breathing fire type, and an intense lack of emotional abilities

character parallels: gina linetti, eleanor shellstrop, cristina yang, elektra natchios, doug judy, veronica mars, natasha romanoff, malia tate, daisy johnson, heather davis, mazikeen, jason mendonza, gilderoy lockhart, peter quill, ilana wexler, jo wilson, titus andromedon, daenerys targaryen

some wanted connections:

- hogwarts enemies: dorcas got in everyone’s business all the time and also spread lots of fake rumors just for the fun of it. she’s bound to have upset someone.

- post hogwarts enemies: the exact same thing from the first one IHFBGJSHDBV

- a different life: people who know dorcas but as someone totally different. different name, story, maybe even looks due to polyjuice. oops.

- the name is bond: SPY PALS. people dorcas has worked with or against, who happened to meet through their missions or their contacts and understand each other, the way they live in lies...

- hot: someone please fuck dorcas. she loves fun so yall can’t tell me she isn’t boning at least one person. no feelings needed, just screw her.

- okay but someone love dorcas please

click here for a bad pinterest board and hmu for dorcas to come ruin ur life

#maraudrs:intro #animal cruelty tw #animal abuse tw

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