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bbyx · 4 years ago

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ripple effect - part eight

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

“You’ll never guess what happened today.” Ron says, hurrying to catch up to you as you enter the Great Hall for dinner.

“What, Ron?” You say amused.

“We think Hagrid fancies Madame Maxine.”

“Finally found a woman his size huh.” You grin looking at Hagrid in his mismatched suit fumbling next to Beauxbaton headmistress.

“ Who do you reckon the Goblet will pick.” Says Harry, materialising beside you.

“ Krum for sure.”

“ B-but what if he gets injured, he’s the best seeker!” Ron stutters, turning pale.

“ You should come sit at the Slytherin table if you wanna meet him so bad.”

“Yeah right. They would slit my throat before dessert.” Ron scoffs.

“Suit yourself.” You say before splitting up to your respective tables.

“My mother wants you all to know that you’re all invited to the Malfoy’s New Years ball, as always, and she’s sending out the official invitations next week.” Draco says, sipping on his pumpkin juice.

“ Oh my god! I think Astoria is finally old enough to attend her first ball. Do any of you already have a dress?” Daphnees exclaims, turning to you and Millicent.

“ Balls are boring, the only fun part is the after party.” Theo says stifling a yawn.

“(y/n), I hope you don’t mind, but my mother’s already picked out a selection of dresses for you. I tried to stop her but,” Draco says, his ears turning slightly red. “erm she wouldn’t listen. Anyways, she’s sending them over as soon as heavenly possible.” He finishes, imitating his mother’s posh voice.

“ That’s fine, your mom has a good eye for clothes anyways.” You smile reassuringly.

You and Draco had been each other’s dates for formal events ever since you could remember. It was just easier, not having to worry about finding a date. And (y/n) also knew that Narcissa Malfoy would have loved to have a daughter and that shopping for (y/n) brought her so much joy.

“Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision,” said Dumbledore. “I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions’ names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions.”

The flames in the cup turned from blue to red and silence overtook the hall. It sputtered and a charred piece of parchment flew out.

“The champion for Durmstrang,” Dumbledore read, in a clear voice, “will be Viktor Krum.”

All the Durmstrand students jumped up cheering in foreign languages and patting Krum on the back.

“Bravo, Viktor!” boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. “Knew you had it in you!” Viktor stands up, his lips slightly upturned and goes to the chamber.

The silence comes back when the Goblet starts sputtering again.

“The champion for Beauxbatons,” said Dumbledore, “is Fleur Delacour!”

The remainder of the Beauxbaton students were absolutely devastated, some of them even crying. The other students were too busy ogling Fleur to cheer. She graciously slips into the other chamber.

The whole room is practically shaking with excitement as the cup starts sputtering again.

Not Nick please.

“The Hogwarts champion,” Dumbledore calls, “is Cedric Diggory!” Every single Hufflepuff jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly. He winks as he passes by you, making your heart melt. The applause for Cedric seemed to be neverending. Even Draco gave in and started clapping.

“Excellent!” Dumbledore called happily as the cheering died down. “Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real —”

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. Another paper popped out of it. Dumbledore looks perplexed.

“Harry Potter.”

The entire room was looking at Harry, who looked shell shocked. For a split second, your eyes meet. “Harry Potter!” Dumbledore calls again. “Harry! Up here, if you please!”. Slowly he stands and awkwardly waddles to the top table. “Well . . . through the door, Harry,” said Dumbledore.

“It’s always bloody Potter. How did that fucking pinhead manage to trick the Goblet.” Blaise says venomously.

“ He’s Dumbledore’s little darling, that’s how.” Draco says, his jealousy leaking through each syllable. You were about to jump to Harry’s defense but decided against it, not wanting to start more conflict.

“God, the Hufflepuff party is gonna be wicked. Allison Odgen’s in Hufflepuff, Ogden as in Old Odgen’s Firewhiskey and I heard that she’s got two whole crates of firewhiskey just for tonight.” Theo says, musing.

“ I heard a couple of seventh year Puffs stole a shiton of weed from the Greenery too.” Milicent adds.

“What party?”

“The one for Cedric, duh” Daphne says while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh. In the common room?”

“No, at the bottom of the lake.” Theo answers sarcastically. “C’mon let’s go before it gets too crowded.”

“You guys go ahead, I'll be there soon.” You say crestfallen, as your friends hurry out of the Hall. (y/n) had been looking forward to finally spending time alone with Cedric. He was supposed to show you around the Hufflepuff common room but you had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen because of the party. After a while, you find yourself alone in the gigantic Hall, which is a very eerie feeling. The candles had burned low and shapes were flickering on the stone walls. The silence makes your ears ring and you decide to just meet Cedric at the party when a voice makes you jump.

“So,” said Cedric to Harry, with a slight smile. “We’re playing against each other again!”

“I s’pose,” said Harry.

“Harry! Cedric!” They both jump, not having noticed you in the dark hall. You run and grab Harry in a hug.

“Harry! What on earth happened?”

“I didn’t put my name in!” He desperately shouts, his voice cracking.

“I know, I know.” He gazes at you for a couple seconds, making sure you believed him.

“Do you want me to come to the Gryffindor common room with you?”

Harry takes one look at Cedric’s clenched jaw and your worried face. “No it’s fine. I’ll erm see you tomorrow. Enjoy yourself tonight, we’ll figure it out in the morning” And with that he leaves.

“No hug for this champion?” Cedric says pouting.

“Of course!” You say, throwing yourself against him. “I’m so excited for you.”

The golden flickering lights of the dying candles made his lips look even more inviting than usual. The Hall that had looked so daunting minutes ago, now looked like a safe haven. His grey eyes are fixed on yours and he slowly leans in. You close your eyes, feeling his hot breath on your mouth when someone coughs loudly. Your eyes flicker open while Professor Moody limps out of a dark corner.

“P-professor!” You croak.

“You are just like your mother, Miss Deauxville, coercing well raised boys into doing your dirty work.” You look at him, mouth agape. “As for you, Mr.Diggory, I suggest you stay away from these types of women.”

Cedric looks like he’s about to pounce on Moody, but you grab his forearm.

“Ced let’s go.” You say softly, while Moody stands there as if daring Cedric to hurt him. You try pulling him away but he’s far stronger and heavier than you. Finally he gives in to your tugging, puts a hand on your back and leads you out of the hall. The two of you walk in silence.

“Cedric” You say, grabbing his hand. “It’s not a big deal, let it go. He’s just a psycho old man.”

“It’s not about that.” He mutters, staring ahead.

“What is it about then?” You say as you near the Hufflepuff common rooms. The hallway was vibrating with the beat of the music playing inside.

“It’s about the fact that he interrupted our kiss.”

Cedric brings his hands up to your face and flashes you his blinding white teeth. He leans down and barely pecks your lips before the door of the common room swings open.

A drunk Ernie Mcmillan stumbles out and you see Cedric’s eye twitch.

“Ayyyy it’s Dedric Cigorrry. The whole house s’been looking for you Cigarette.” He manages to say before vomiting the contents of his stomach in a nearby barrel. You and Cedric move past him and enter the common room. The place is decorated in an embarrassing amount of posters bearing Cedrics face, Hufflepuff banners hang from every corner and music is blasting so loud that the furniture shakes slightly.

“I promise I will show you this place when it’s not trashed.”Cedric manages to say before a mob of girls in yellow robes swarm him.

“Cedric! We organized all of this!” The leader says motioning to the group of girls and the posters of his face.

“Er wow. Thank you so much.” He flashes them his million dollar smile. The crowd forming around him was making you claustrophobic so you go sit with your brother and his friends.

“Aren’t you going to congratulate him?” You ask the boys who are sitting at a large round table in the corner.

“Yeah of course, once the fan club’s done.” Graham says, his eyes focused on the paper he's cutting.

“We’re having a blunt rolling competition.” Xavier says motioning to the dried leaves on the table.

“Aah, can I join?”

“No. You can be the judge.” Your brother says.

“You’re such a narc Nick.” You say while pulling out a chair.

A clearly fucked up Jeremy laughs. “Nick the Narc. That’s funny.”

You moved around from friends to friends during the most of the night, but the only presence you craved was Cedric’s. He was surrounded by people congratulating him but finally he broke free and headed to the table with his friends. You make a beeline towards his, leaving Daphne on the dance floor. She doesn’t notice, she’s too busy dancing her heart out with a group of Hufflepuff girls. All the boys hug him and he’s smiling like an idiot.

“Ced, have i evver told you-” Jeremy starts slurring but he stumbles forward. “Alohaa” He throws his hands up and start swaying.

“Cedric, man! You’re gonna win this thing I have a feeling.” Nick says ruffling his hair.

“What d’ya want.” Graham says motioning to the different baggies on the table.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” Cedric says motioning to Jeremy who was swaying back and forth with a paper bag on his head.

“(y/n) wanna have a shotgunning contest. If you win you can have my shoes. If I win you have to kiss me” Peregrine says holding a tray full of firewhiskey shots.

“Why would I want your shoes?” You say, glancing at his black tennis shoes.

“I dunno.”

“Fine, let’s do it.”

Graham starts lining up the shots, seven each.

“ My bet is on Peregrine, physically he stands a better chance.” Xavier says with all the authority of a rocket scientist.

“You have no clue how much the Deauxville’s can drink then.” Nick says, nursing his own drink.

You give Peregrine a competitive smirk. “Three, two, one, go!”

When shotgunning whiskey, the first three shots are always the hardest. The first burns your throat like you’ve just swallowed a big gulp of salt water. The second one, if done fast enough, numbs all sensation in your mouth. The third one is when most lightweights die off, it sends electric shocks through your body. After the shock of the third one, all the others seem dull. The faster you go the more time you’ll have before the alcohol in your blood reaches your brain. After that your vision will start clouding and you can maybe manage two more before you’ll collapse or hurl your brains out. Luckily for you, Peregrine dies off after your fifth shot and stumbles to a nearby basket.

“Learned from the best.” Nick says proudly. Cedric’s mouth is agape.

“Wanna go again?” You tease when Peregrine comes back.

“Christ! You’re good” He says taking his shoes off and throwing them at you. You catch them easily.

“Nick pass the weed!” (y/n) hollers at her brother.

“Yeah Nick, don’t be such a weed hog.” Cedric says.

“Nick the Hogweed student. That’s funny.” Jeremy says muffled by his paper bag.

You take a moment to look around the room. You had to give it to Cedric, the Hufflepuff common room was beautiful. The high ceilings had copper lighting fixtures that sent golden light through the space. The walls were full of hanging plants and the floors were covered in plush mismatched carpets. Soft couches and wooden tables were scattered around the room. At the moment the room was full of Hufflepuff students, a handful of Ravenclaw and the eternity of the Slytherin population of Hogwarts because they would rather die than have a Gryffindor champion. You spot Theodore and Draco on a nearby couch. Some blonde sixth year girl is eating Theo’s face. Draco is playing with the thick rings on his fingers not paying attention to Pansy’s storytelling. Milicent is part of a group of students sitting on the grand piano, singing furiously along to the lyrics of the song. Blaise is too drunk to notice that the girl he’s flirting with happens to be a very tall plant. And Daphne is dancing with Hannah Abott. You do a double take. Daphne is now kissing Hannah Abott.

The kissing reminds you of the interrupted kiss between you and Cedric. You sneak a peek at his lips. Just then Xavier drops something heavy in the middle of the table. It’s a deck of cards in the middle of the table.

“Strip poker!” Peregrine shouts excitedly.

“You wish.”

“I’m the card dealer.” Graham says, grabbing the deck.

“Xavier you forgot the poker chips dumbass.” Graham says.

Xavier sighs “Yeah, couldn't find them. It’s okay though, we can use-”

“Shoes!” Peregrine says, toppling his drink on the floor.

“Peregrine, I have your shoes.”

“Oh well fuck, i’m on team (y/n) then” Peregrine says.

You motion for Draco to come sit because he’s the best player you know. He sits and rolls his eyes at the shoe idea but agrees to play.

“Well boys, start saying goodbye to your shoes.”

Two hours and 11 pairs of shoes later, most of the partygoers had cleared out. You were glad to find your white sneakers still clad to your feet. After the game had started, so many people joined but you and Draco were the only ones still wearing shoes. He had fared better though, with 15 pairs of shoes.

The air in the common room was thick with smoke, the music had stopped except for some Ravenclaw playing his heart out on the piano. (y/n) is lying on a couch with her head in Cedric’s lap, her feet on top of a sleeping Jeremy. Theo as usual was nowhere to be found and you suspected that Daphne was in Hannah Abbott’s dorm. Blaise was still relentlessly talking to his plant, the boy could talk about himself for hours on end.

Cedric plays with your hair.

“I’mm tired.” You slur lazily.

He chuckles.“(y/n) you can’t fall asleep here.”

“Whyy?” You pout up at him.

“Because Nick already looks like he’s going to hex me.” You blow a strand out of your face and turn your head towards your brother. You sigh, not wanting to create new tensions between you and your brother.

“Blondie, take me homee.” You holler at Draco.

“Gladly.” He says helping you up.

You throw Cedric his shoes. He dodges your clumsy throw that was heading straight to his face.

“There you go Cinderella.”

“Goodnight (y/n)” He chuckles.

(y/n) and Draco are walking down a dark hallway illuminated only by the pale moonlight, your footsteps resonating. You stop in your tracks.

“Draco, I've just had a brilliant idea.”

He doesn't answer, just raises his eyebrows.

“The shoes. On the… fuck whats it called. The big light thing?”

“A chandelier.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“Yes! Chandelier. We hang all the shoes on the chandelier in the great hall.”

“And how are we going to do that?”

“ God I don't know! You’re supposed to be the smart one.”

He sighs deeply, but takes your hand and starts walking towards the great Hall.

When the two of you were done, they’re were 26 pairs of shoes hanging on the chandelier. From sneakers to dainty ballerina flats.

“The chandelier looks so much better now, see? We should do this to all the chandeliers in our houses”

“I’ll make sure to tell my mother to keep it in mind.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Finally,” Draco says looking at his thick silver watch. “It’s 4:38 am.”

“No point in going to sleep then.”

“You’re insane.” He chuckles, catching you as you stumble forward.

You smirk devilishly. “ I just can’t wait to see everyone’s face at breakfast tomorrow.”

#cedric diggory #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp and the goblet of fire #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x you #cedric x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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acciohq · 4 years ago

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mw characters?

HIYA ANON !! thanks for your question, we were super excited to recieve it. some of our mw chars right now are:

we’d love to see apps for ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, kingsley shacklebolt, rita skeeter, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, lucius malfoy, cho chang, viktor krum, arthur weasley, theodore nott, fleur delacour, augustus rookwood, padma & parvati patil, narcissa malfoy, charlie weasley, seamus finnegan, percy weasley, dean thomas, millicent bulstrode, tracey davis, susan bones, ernie macmillan, bill weasley, horace slughorn & xenophilius lovegood.

hope that helps !!

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druidx · 4 years ago

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Describe Your Chars In A Single GIF

Oh this is a neat new game! Thanks for the tag @danger-writes. ...*2hs later on just Elo* this is reaaaaaly hard! Also the gifs are big so all under the cut.

Rules: One GIF per character you choose

Elowyn O’Toreguarde:

Farren Breakwood:

Snotgrut:

Millicent Wauters (not a gif, I know):

Rowan, the Genderless!HoK:

Rin, the Distaster!HoK:

Six tags for Six Chars:

@strosmkai-rum @aquadestinyswriting @mirror-of-too-many-books @lavforreal @nerdwithanovel @clarissa-archello

#meta writing #meta wandering words #writeblr tag games #OC as GIFs tag game

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ivoryandbonerpg-blog · 7 years ago

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♔ MILLICENT BULSTRODE ♔

( the basics. )

AGE: 19 LINEAGE: Half-blood SCHOOL / ALUMNI: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry HOUSE: Slytherin ALLIANCE: Neutral

( personality. )

✓ / ✗ : self-conscious, romantic, adaptable, quiet, perceptive

( biography. )

• On a cold day in November, Millicent Bulstrode was born to Phineas, a pureblood accountant, and Violet, a half-blood journalist for The Daily Prophet, Bulstrode. As the youngest child and only daughter, Millicent was expected to grow into her family name and settle down with a wizard whose name and connection would make the Bulstrodes proud. Millicent’s biggest concern growing up, however, was attempting to find a way to fit in with everyone around her. She never felt quite right when she stood next to other children her age; while they were confident and carefree and happy, Millicent was a pudgy, uncertain girl who wore a mask of indifference and irritation to mask her consistently wavering levels of self-esteem. Where other young girls wore pigtails and floral dresses, Millicent tried to hide behind scowls and baggy clothes, watching enviously from the sidelines. She wanted, so desperately, to be as beautiful as the famous witches her mother interviewed for The Daily Prophet. She wanted to be as glamorous as the wealthy clients her father worked for, and--most importantly--she wanted to be important enough for someone to take notice of her. No matter how hard she tried, or how fiercely she practiced standing up for herself and letting her true colors shine through, Millicent couldn’t be bothered to be anything she thought anyone might dislike or use against her. She didn’t want to be weak enough to get picked on; she wanted to be strong. She wanted to persevere--she was a Bulstrode, after all.

• School was difficult for Millicent in its own way. She made sure she wasn’t the subject of jokes and cruelty by asserting herself as a bully and friend to Draco Malfoy’s Slytherin gang. Once she’d been sorted into the House for the cunning and sly, she had simply attached herself to the most powerful, domineering presences her House had to offer: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. They didn’t accept her as one of their own, not truly, but their half-hearted attention gave Millicent enough protection and invisibility to scrape through school relatively unscathed. She relied on her strength, size, and her feigned killer instinct to get her through school. Though she was able to survive on her own against the taunts and jeering of her classmates, Millicent’s crippling sense of self-esteem was one battle she raged against on a daily basis. She couldn’t seem to get past her own unconventional sense of beauty to see anything other than an uncomfortable, awkward girl with eyebrows that kept meeting in the middle and rolls and curves that her other friends didn’t seem to possess. She felt out of sorts and alone, even protected and surrounded by her apathetic behavior and Housemates. She wanted to feel normal--pretty, even--but dismissed those thoughts as vain and ridiculous the minute they crossed her mind. She knew, on a certain level, that she didn’t need the approval of boys or girls to feel good about herself...but that didn’t stop her from wanting. It didn’t stop her from trying. She wanted even one friendly face in a sea of strangers and begrudging acquaintances; wanted to know that there was someone out there who cared for her...not who people thought she was. Millicent had given up hope, nearly, but then everything changed when she was thirteen: the day she became friends with Tracey Davis.

• Tracey was everything Millicent wanted to be but was too afraid to show the world. She was uncaring of what others thought of her; intelligent, witty, and sharp as a tack. She was darkly sarcastic and commanded the attention of those around her almost effortlessly. She wasn’t as popular or well-known as Pansy Parkinson or Draco Malfoy, but she was everything Millicent aspired to be...and she saw Millicent. While everyone else looked over or through her, Tracey saw Millicent for who she was...and she didn’t run away. Tracey showed Millicent a kindness that the young woman had never known before, and when Millicent would stare at herself in the mirror now, she saw someone with potential. Someone who was good enough to spark Tracey Davis’ interest must have some potential hidden deep within them, right? And the more time Millicent spent in Tracey’s presence, the more she found she wanted to prove herself worthy of her friend’s affections and kindness. She wanted to be someone worthy of a Tracey Davis, in any degree whatsoever. As Millicent aged and worked her way through school and Umbridge’s ghastly Inquisitorial Squad, Millicent found herself growing less and less interested in the attention she once sought to receive from other people. Her family and Tracey were all she learned to care about these days; the way that Tracey’s smile lit up an entire room...the way her laugh made Millicent’s stomach do somersaults. There was something intoxicating about Tracey that Millicent couldn’t seem to get enough of; something that made her want to wrap herself up in Tracey’s embrace and never let go.

• Millicent’s feelings for Tracey might have been a powder keg, ready to explode at any given moment, but Millicent’s constant fear of not being good enough for someone like Tracey prohibited her from making any attempts at furthering their friendship into something more. And once their sixth year had ended and Albus Dumbledore was pronounced dead to the world, Millicent knew her chance of becoming something more to Tracey Davis might have already passed. Now, Millicent finds herself stifled in a war she feels she has no real place in. Wherever she turns, Death is raking its unwelcome hands at every doorstep. Between the Order of the Phoenix and Lord Voldemort’s Death Eaters and followers, bloodshed and destruction is wreaking havoc all across the globe--and Millicent fears that if she doesn’t take sides soon, the casualty of war will strike her down next. Her mind has been spinning and turning constantly since leaving Hogwarts, and everything she thought she once knew has flown out the window. The sense of security that came with being a member of the Inquisitorial Squad and Draco Malfoy’s gang is no longer with her, and Millicen can’t help but wonder if she’s misjudged the wizarding community and her specific role in it all these years. And while Millicent isn’t sure how she feels about blood purity or the outcome of this war, she knows there are two things she is willing to protect above all else: her family and Tracey Davis. Everything else--everything--is secondary.

( sexuality. )

up to player (non-heterosexual origin)

( connections. )

⚔ Tracey Davis: Tracey is Millicent’s very best friend. But what started out as a close friendship soon turned into something more; though Millicent does not possess the courage to openly tell her friend how she really feels, Tracey has been the eye of Millicent’s affection for several years. Millicent fears rejection, especially from someone who means so very much to her, but with war looming over their heads, Millicent may find that keeping her feelings from Tracey hidden will be riskier and more difficult than she originally thought.

⚔ Pansy Parkinson: Though Pansy was someone Millicent followed throughout most of their school years at Hogwarts together, Millicent holds quite a grudge against Pansy for consistently stealing the limelight and attention for herself. She realizes now, in her post-Hogwarts days, that Pansy was never a good friend. She was simply there, and now that she’s gone off to join the Death Eaters, Millicent isn’t sure she’ll ever see Pansy again. Or, more so, she’s not even sure she wants to.

the role of MILLICENT BULSTRODE is currently OPEN.

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orthographewrites · 8 years ago

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@nopixie

Honestly, when Neville and a few other people had grouped together past the wizarding war to start something called a support group for those who had lost important people through the cause, never would he have thought it to last longer than a year. It wasn’t as if he didn’t believe in the necessarities of talking through harsh-ships (more often than not he wished he had been given a chance to truly talk about his own) but the wizarding world wasn’t as developed as the muggles when it came to those type of methods. As a fullblood wizard himself just in the start of interacting with the muggle world, he could assure to that.

This was a passion project, and one Neville was more than attached to, so when the Daily Prophet had reached out for the sake of an interview neither of them had denied the opportunities to gain a free shout out. Two of the others had sat down with a journalist yesterday to talk about the more shallow development since the start, but early in the morning Neville when had entered their establishment (no more than a three rooms and a door leading out) he had found an owl telling him they craved more to finish the article off and asked if one of their fact checkers could stop by to fill in the gaps. Of course, why not? It sounded easy and quick enough for him, until the person in question had knocked on their door and Neville realised he stood face to face with no other than Millicent Bulstrode. “Oh... are you the, uh, fact checker?” he inquired, his foot scratching against his leg as a most nervous tick. “Can I see your badge?”

#thread: millicent bulstrode #thread #char: neville longbottom #verse: after the darkness

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secondwarbabies · 5 years ago

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* CHARS/SHIPPS.

Johanna Nikolaevna // Olivia Holt // Gaspard Nikolaevna // Jeremy Irvine

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Calypso // Sarah Jeffrey // Camilla Sobrenome // Brianna Hildebrand

Pipper Mclain // Camila Mendes // Paige Horne // Lili Reinhart

Nyx // Beren Saat // Érebo // Ekin Koç

Fusis // Joy Parker // Eros // Yesung

#* listas #* shipps

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fxfhq · 6 years ago

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WITCH WEEKLY! --- ENTENDA COMO FUNCIONA

OLÁ GALERA! Hoje eu, Nanda, vim trazer pra vocês um projeto novo do RP. É como se fosse um blog de gossip, mas não exatamente. Witch Weekly é uma revista feminina do universo de Harry Potter, a Rita Skeeter escrevia várias matérias pra ela, é como se fosse uma subdivisão do Profeta Diário.

--- O QUE VAI TER NA WITCH WEEKLY?

Vão ser quatro editorias: Fofocas, Moda e Beleza, Quadribol e Política.

FOFOCAS (escrita por Rita Skeeter) --- Vai ter as fofocas do RP. Não só em forma as asks como habitual, mas em matérias (tipo aquelas matérias de revista de fofoca mesmo) e o spotted (vai ser tipo um scrapbook, é como se um paparazzi tivesse flagrado seu char fazendo alguma coisa).

MODA E BELEZA (escrita por Cynfael Lemieux @sinfael) --- É a última moda do mundo bruxo. O nome é bem auto-explicativo mesmo SUJDISOJD.

QUADRIBOL (escrita por Aidan Lynch, ex-capitão do Time Nacional da Irlanda e vencedor da Copa Mundial de Quadribol de 1994) --- Vai conter estatísticas do campeonato britânico de quadribol, resenhas de jogadores e suas performances, produtos relacionados a quadribol, etc.

POLÍTICA (escrita por Millicent Bagnold, ex-Ministra da Magia durante os anos de 1980 até 1990) --- Vai falar sobre o ponto de vista da ex-Ministra sobre acontecimentos recentes no mundo da política, últimos escândalos, etc. Quem tem família que é importante no Ministério da Magia, essa é sua hora de brilhar.

--- MAIS INFORMAÇÕES!

Eu quero mandar uma ask. Eu falo como se fosse ooc (fora do jogo), ou em ic (no universo do jogo)?

Todo o conteúdo presente nesse blog está em IC, e nada deve ser levado para o pessoal/ooc. Portanto, as asks devem ser enviadas como se fossem cartas à revista, sejam elas anônimas ou não. Todas as asks com conteúdo OOC serão prontamente deletadas.

Todo esse material que está aqui, eu posso levar em consideração dentro do jogo, nas minha interações com outros personagens, etc?

Sim! Pode e deve. Tudo o que será dito aqui foi elaborado para ser considerado dentro do jogo. São fofocas, eventos recentes, coisas relacionadas à política, esporte e moda. Os personagens podem e devem usar isso nas interações, postar starters se referindo a coisas ditas aqui, etc.

E se eu ficar chateadx com alguma coisa que falaram aqui do meu personagem? Eu posso reclamar?

Poder, você pode sim. Mantenha em mente que as pessoas que escrevem esse blog não são players, eles são personagens. É tudo dentro do jogo. Se a Rita Skeeter falar alguma maldade do seu personagem e você ficar chateado, é com a Rita Skeeter. Não vai ter nada a ver com a opinião das pessoas sobre você, não é pessoal. Se seu personagem ficar chateadx com alguma coisa dita aqui sobre elx, você pode, por exemplo, mandar uma carta como se fosse o seu personagem xingando a Rita. É só você abrir o submit, e escrever uma carta endereçada a ela.

Eu também quero participar do blog, como é que eu faço pro meu char aparecer aqui?

É muito fácil! Depende muito de como você quer participar, já que temos várias editorias.

Caso você queira uma entrevista com seu char, você pode mandar uma ask para a pessoa responsável pelas entrevistas, e isso pode ser encontrado na sidebar.

Caso você queira aparecer em uma ask de fofoca da Rita Skeeter, recomendamos que você curta os posts pedindo fofocas, e nós vamos olhar o blog do seu personagem pra tentar achar algo que possa ser uma fofoca.

Agora, nós vamos invadir a privacidade do seu personagem, e não vai ter nada secreto, porque é assim que a Rita Skeeter age.

Outra forma de aparecer aqui é mandando você mesmo as asks do seu personagem. São muitos personagens no RPG e facilitaria mesmo se você tomasse a iniciativa de mandar as próprias asks.

As editorias de esportes e quadribol são bem específicas, então caso você queira participar de alguma delas, entre em contado conosco através do chat!

#fxf:avisos #faq #rp br #rpg br

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A noite da Abertura começou sem mais delongas, contando com apresentações variadas: danças, canções, hino, hasteamento da bandeira nacional, o desfilo dos componentes da Little Asia, depois os pacientes ressocializados do Manicômio e, por fim, a atração principal referente a Luta de Robôs. A platéia parecia bem entretida com o espetáculo.

Já na área Vip, o evento foi muito elegante e divertido. Comes e bebes foram servidos desde antes do início da Abertura da Copa, de forma que todos já estavam satisfeitos quando iniciadas as atrações.

Tudo transcorreu bem até chegado o quase fim do espetáculo, quando se iniciou um desfile com robôs de luta no gramado e alguns empresários importantes daquele ramo dentro de um carro alegórico incrível, que continha os robôs favoritos de Gallica I: Megascope, Mettalic Lucifer e Thornado.

A platéia foi a loucura quando os três saíram do veículo e começaram a mostrar suas habilidades em campo, Megascope triplicando de tamanho, Mettalic Lucifer soprando fogo e Thornado fazendo rodopios em alta velocidade, destruindo robôs menores e jogando suas carcaças para o ar.

Não é estranho que todos tenham demorado a perceber a movimentação esquisita dos robôs, quando começaram a destruir parte do cenário e carros alegóricos, ao tempo que seus mestres passaram a dizer coordenadas e foram seriamente ignorados.

Um temor se espalhou pelas arquibancadas, mas os espectadores ainda pareciam confusos demais para que se iniciasse um pandemônio. Pairava a dúvida se aquilo fazia parte do show ou não, o que fez todos se paralisarem por alguns longos instantes.

Na área VIP, no entanto, a tentativa para evacuação foi mais acelerada, talvez porque ali estavam personalidades importantes demais para que houvesse qualquer hesitação. Porém, por motivos que na hora eram inexplicáveis, as portas da cúpula se trancaram por completo, evitando que todos saíssem em segurança.

Derrubando as decorações e seus mestres, os robôs finalmente começaram a caminhar na direção do salão da área VIP, de modo ameaçador. Somente pararam quando surgiu, do alçapão no centro do gramado, o que parecia ser um homem escondido por uma roupa de metal prateado, os olhos cobertos por um visor azul fluorescente. Ao seu lado, com uma arma na cabeça: Lux Vega.

“Olá, mundo! Não se assustem! Estou aqui para ajudar na limpeza que Gallica I tanto precisa fazer. Já faz um tempo que vejo algumas pessoas serem completamente esquecidas quando o assunto é salvar a nação da imoralidade e perversão. Essa noite, dou início a minha jornada. ”

Por incrível que pareça, a plateia continua a assistir, acreditando que se tratava de mais um número da noite, afinal Lux Vega era uma atriz mundialmente conhecida, deveria estar atuando.

@dirtydxx @ivyopal @eocedb @pearl-kim @blairld @doctor-gkar @sweetxviper @ocanoryker @rossmolotov @xtrangemillie @eminkowsky @galepsilon

*** Trystan Haumea foi morto por seu próprio robô, o Thornado.

*** Trip Haumea destruiu o Mettalic Lucifer e Megascope.

*** Gale Epsilon destruiu o Thornado.

*** Lux Vega permanece sequestrada.

Ivy Opal e Trip Haumea: cerca de uma semana antes do evento de Abertura da Copa, Ivy teve uma premonição certeira, que indicava que o espetáculo futebolístico acabaria em tragédia e que haveria morte entre os Haumea. Por ser contra o regime dos Chanceleres, preferiu ficar calada e deixar o circo pegar fogo. Trip de alguma forma descobriu sobre a premonição dela (os players escolhem como, se ela contou a ele na intenção de protegê-lo ou se deu dicas/sugestões para que ele não fosse ao evento). Trip acabou indo sob o disfarce do heroi Armadillo, mais conhecido na Classe Baixa. Isso poderá criar suspeitas de Ivy sobre o fato dele ser o heroi e pode fazer com que Trip diminua sua confiança na líder mafiosa.

Pearl Kim, Hecto Lascius e Dixie Dignal: durante o desfile dos ex-pacientes do Manicômio, Pearl Kim sentiu um súbito mal estar. Conseguiu aguentar até o fim, mas logo em seguida piorou de estado, precisando de atenção médica imediata. Para sua sorte ou não, Hecto Lascius estava por perto, de modo que rapidamente a auxiliou, mesmo que com interesses ocultos. Dixie Dignal surgiu em seguida. Pearl faz uma previsão do futuro sobre o ataque contra os Haumea, ainda que não com precisão igual a de Ivy.

Avita G’kar e Blair Davenport: pouco antes de se iniciar o fiasco com o espetáculo dos robôs, Aqua encontrou uma trilha de gotas de sangue no chão, que a levou até os bastidores do evento, depois um túnel mal iluminado, sem mais ninguém. Blair a seguiu até o local, curiosa com a atividade da outra, além de ter reparado o líquido vermelho no chão. Antes que Avita pudesse ir mais a fundo, a presença de outra pessoa e o caos lá fora a distraíram, de modo que voltaram aos bastidores do evento, onde estavam longe do olho do furacão. Avita notou a presença de Blair. Blair retornou ao túnel mais tarde e viu que fora o mesmo usado pelo terrorista da noite, isso a fez criar desconfianças sore Avita.

Trip Haumea e Mirabelle Haumea: quando a cúpula de vidro foi atacada pelos robôs, Mirabelle Haumea foi a primeira a ser erguida, dessa vez por Mettalic Lucifer, que ameaçou soprar uma rajada de fogo na moça, assassinando-a. Para sua surpresa, foi salva por Armadillo, que a derrubou das mãos do robô e o distraiu para que ela fugisse. Trip terminou o evento como heroi, mas não conseguiu salvar Trystan.

Ryker Ocano e Millicent Veillon: no susto, essa pareceu a melhor oportunidade para usar a arma que V lhe presenteou durante o último natal. Quando o robô Megascope finalmente quebrou a cúpula de vidro e foi na direção de Millicent (com a intenção final de chegar a Gaspar), Ryker acabou disparando contra o robô, que sofreu bastante com a força descomunal de seu revólver, sendo depois destruído por Armadillo. Ryker salvou Millie, mas sua aparição não ficará despercebida. Na verdade, chamou atenção demais para si mesmo. Esse armamento é proibido em Gallica I e Ryker será convidado a depor sobre a origem dela mais tarde. Talvez o fato de ter salvado a filha de um Chanceler ajude, veremos.

Gale Epsilon e Elsie Minkowsky: presos dentro da cúpula da área VIP, Gale tem uma incrível ideia para proteger a si mesmo e os demais convidados. Criou com a ajuda de Elsie (que estava por perto), usando utensílios e máquinas da cozinha, além da carga elétrica da fiação, uma espécie de canhão que foi capaz de desmembrar Thornado. Não a tempo de para salvar Trystan.

Ross Molotov e Blair Davenport: a oportunidade de cantar no fechamento da Abertura da Copa foi pelos ares depois da aparição do terrorista dos robôs. Perdido nos bastidores do evento, encontrou o que parece ser a única pista sobre o paradeiro do novo vilão: um mapa digital de altíssima precisão, com um ponto vermelho que seria o assassino. “ Catch him if you can. V.” diz um bilhete de V, que claramente não quer concorrência como mascarado de Gallica I. A ideia inicial era que Avita tivesse ficado com a pista, por se tratar de uma rebelde. Porém, devido a presença de Blair, o plano de V deu errado, de modo que Ross acabou ficando com sua pista. Blair retorna mais tarde ao local e encontra alguma pista que a levará até Ross.

INFORMAÇÕES AOS PLAYERS:

Oie, players. A intenção dessa task é fazer com que Gallica I perca toda sua credibilidade perante o resto do mundo. Infelizmente não consegui envolver todos os chars na task, mas haverá em breve uma segunda para que aqueles deixados de fora apareçam mais.

Se há algum problema com alguma participação do seu char, basta me avisar. Podemos alterar essa parte ou simplesmente retirá-la também.

Ressalto que o maluco do jogo não é o V. Por sinal, o V não gosta nada dele e quer se livrar da figura. Porém, ainda está se recuperando do tiro da outra task.

Nos próximos dias vou postar informações sobre o que aconteceu depois dessa situação toda. O importante é que a) the show must go on, então a Copa continuará. O Governo vai tentar enrolar todos ao máximo b) Armadillo vai virar um ícone mundialmente conhecido como heroi. c) o Governo vai começar a despejar Equilibrium na água, então todos começarão a sofrer efeitos do medicamento.

Próxima task, já aviso também, será uma missão dos rebeldes para destruir a fábrica de Equilibrium. Dai o negócio vai ser mais punk <3 Um beijo, amores.

#tasks #task xvi #world cup gallica i

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