#White dove

[illustratus]

Le Printemps (Springtime) by Eugène Bidau

[sunder-soul]

✦𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑✦

[read 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊 here]

Chapter one: The lesser of the two evils Wordcount: 600 Header credit

“Someone’s making Horcruxes.”

If you’re being honest with yourself, whatever mental barrier that lies between the daily mess of to-do lists, deadlines, and humdrum Department bullshit holding back thinking about him, it’s a thin one. Gauzey, permeable, you’ll find him seeping into your mind when you’re staring off into the corner with at a half-finished report, bleeding in when you’re alone and waiting for the elevator, always with a sick sense of self-betrayal and something that stings an awful lot like shame–if you’re being honest with yourself.

A Friday evening at 4:56pm. That’s when McCollin decides to drop this news on you. It’s raining outside, a thick, thorough rain that falls restlessly over the dark city, framed by the single window in your office behind you. Both the lamp on your desk and the city below glow yellow-orange, the only lights left at this time of night so late into winter. That first promotion had come with bumping enough floors that people comment on the view whenever they step into the room, but more often than not they’re politely neglecting to comment on the fact that it’s Muggle London–not Wizarding–that you’re looking out over. It’s no secret that the Ministry maps out its favourites with the floorplan. The press on Riddle dropped off years ago and ever since, so subtle at first that you could write it off, that relentless, incremental push out of the limelight has been growing ever stronger. The job gets more menial, the promotions stop paying well, and slowly but surely new favourites sweep onto stage.

Here, tonight is where you're startled by the sudden sound of your door opening without a knock, and before you can even make some comment to McCollin he’s said the one thing that tears aside any aspersions that maybe one day you’ll be free of what happened.

“Someone’s making Horcruxes,” says McCollin.

You already know what’s coming next, you can feel it sinking fast into your stomach like you’ve stepped out into the dark, yellow-stained night.

“We’re gonna need his help,” McCollin says, and he says it with an apology already saturating every word, he says them heavily like he’s struggling to keep his head up to look you in the eye.

You stare at him, and the rain swells suddenly louder. You put down your quill and watch a bead of ink well at the nib.

The gravity of it is starting to weigh on you, too. They wouldn’t even be considering if it wasn’t already bad, if whatever they’ve been doing is far from working. They’d have to be desperate, very desperate, and you’re wondering what could make them consider their last possible option, Plan Z, what could be so monstrously bad that hauling Tom Riddle out of Azkaban to grill him about Horcruxes is the lesser of the two evils.

You’re thinking about his ring. You’re thinking about his last request. You’re thinking about dark eyes in a dark cell somewhere beneath the ocean and you’re wondering what he’ll be when they drag him out of there–half soulless? Half insane? How long has he been down there, rotting in the darkness, deep in the roots of Azkaban? How many times have you wondered that since you last saw him?

Your fingers are shaking.

“They want you there,” says McCollin, needlessly.

You already knew it. And god, god, here comes that sick shame and that self-betrayal, because somewhere beneath the dread­–if you’re being honest with yourself–you know that some part of you can’t fucking wait.

[thegoodmorningman]

I swear once I saw the sun stutter a few times as it was rising. It was just that once though. I've never seen it do that ever since. Good Morning.

[her-penetrating-soul]

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🤍 ‿⚘"There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will."⚘⁀🤍

~Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

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[janxer]

Finally back after a while, with some medic and scout stuff and warm-up sketches to get used to the graphic tablet I got.

[okaydays22]

[babsi-and-stella]

Marianne Faithfull at Granada Studios, 1965.

[angelunderheaven]

who will come and care enough to save you?

[logyn-aesthetic]

A transformed photo from the album cover of crash test dummies Oooh La La. in memory of 1 of Sigyns first comic book appearance.

[boy-warbler]

Magician bait 🕊🕊

[miaqc1]

[b3l-ange]

Angel on earth🪽

[tanuki-kimono]

Romantic PINK antique kimono with all-season flower galore and gracious doves

[sunder-soul]

WELCOME BACK! :D *throws confetti* I'm so happy to see you posting again! And I know you said no one asks for the White Dove sequel, but I remember you posting sequel thoughts for it waaay back when and I was always intrigued. Of course I love all your writing but still lol. Anyways I hope you've been doing well and I can't wait to read more of anything you post!

THANK YOU MY LOVE!

Lmao okay so - when I read this ask I was like WHAT. DID I DO THAT.

Sure enough I went and checked and YEA I DID POST ABOUT IT WOW. You really read me my own receipts lmao.

Thank you for your support!!! 💖💖💖

[mozartbachtoven]

[xiphosuras]

Free Palestina

Link to a masterpost with actions to undertake~

This image is free to use/repost on other sites as long as you're using it to raise awareness of the oppression & current genocide/aid the victims/etc.