#docra

[ltsokaylove]

What Would You Smell In Your Amortentia ✨The Pantheon Edition✨

Includes: Regulus Black, Barty Crouch jr, Evan Rosier, Pandora Lovegood and Docras Meadowes.

Regulus Black

Dark chocolate, parchment, cigarette smoke, spicy warm cologne

Barty Crouch Jr

Bonfire, rain, cigarette smoke, woody cologne

Evan Rosier

Grey earl tea, rain, flowers after they've been rained on (if that makes sense to you)

Pandora Lovegood

Tulips (the flower), fresh air, cupcakes, honey perfume

Docras Meadowes

The ocean, herbs, sweater weather perfume (if ykyk)

A/n Thats it for them, I don't mind this group name for them but cmon guys we could've been so much more creative.

[simply-cooler]

my marauders ships (fight. me.)

wolfstar (remus and sirius)

jily (james and lily)

rosekiller (barty and evan)

dorlene (marlene and docras)

xenodora (pandora and xeno)

peteline (peter and emmeline)

[eastons-creations]

Traditions

So this was part of Blissember 2021, I had some stuff go down at that point so I was never able to finish the challenge, but I had gotten up to 19 I think. Anywho. The OG Idea was from 2021 but I've reworked it a little and edited. The prompt was ‘traditions’

Enjoy! 

It was a yearly tradition of Hogwarts. Well not Hogwarts, but the marauders. But slowly Hogwarts joined in. Every year the games began and an all out war would commence. 

The first time it happened was in the Marauders third year. They had had this war every year before but this time it wasn’t just them. 

Three years later it still continues. And people will stay over Christmas break just for this. 

“Alright guys!” Remus stood by the teachers table with the other marauders, looking over the larger crowd in front of them, a large smile on his face. The hall grew quiet and all eyes looked towards them. There were about 25 kids there this year. Definitely more than last year. “Welcome to the third annual marauders games!” The students gave out a mighty yell in excitement. “For those of you who are new here, we have a few rules.”

James stepped forward, “first of all. No wands. If we see you using your wands we will make your life hell.”

“Not to mention you will be banned from the games forever,” Peter piped up.

“Thanks Wormtail. We trust you to have your wands on you of course, but if you find it’s too tempting please place your wands in this bucket up here. Which Remus has charmed so only you can grab it, if you're worried.” Remus nodded as James gestured to him.

“Rule two!” Sirius said, “this is a game where everyone is against everyone. You can form alliances, but be aware some might use it against you.” Sirius glared at Peter for a second as a memory from a previous game came up.

Remus rolled his eyes, “Rule three. You may use anything to take down the opponents. Of course no wands as said, but if you find, say, a muffin you can throw it at them. But guys please be aware, we’ve had enough chew outs from McGonagall about you guys causing damage to stuff.”

“If you are hit you are out. You come back here and hang out with the others till the game ends.” Peter nodded slightly to the games they had set in the corner. 

James smiled, giddy from excitement, “Remember once you leave the great hall you are playing, no safe zones, or pausing. That’s it. You're out there till you win, or, more likely, are taken out. If you even enter the great hall you are out. No takesies backsies.”

“Finally, we’ve learned from experience that you guys can be aggressive. So pleasedon’t try to hurt people. But just in case you do, we have three people who know healing spells very well that will be stationed here.” Sirius motioned to the 3 girls standing behind them, Marlene, Lily, and Docras. “And some out in the field, myself and Remus. But we can’t promise we won’t try to get you out before we realise you need help. Just a warning. We also, of course, have people who can side apparate you to st. Mungos if it’s really bad. But…please don’t need it.”

“Yeah, Mama Minnie would be pissed–” this received a nervous laughter from the crowd–” Remember, you can always try to come find one of us,” James gestured to the 4 boys standing there, “but we most likely won’t be looking for those hurt. And more just making sure we win,” James grin was almost comical with how wide it was. 

Remus chuckled a little, “any questions?” A few kids raised their hands but Remus ignored them. Instead clapping his hands together and grinning widely. “Alright then. Let the games commence! And a truly happy Christmas to you!” The room filled with chatter of alliances forming and people making threats. But it was all in good nature. A few kids walked up and placed their wand in the buckets but most held on to theirs. As kids filled out Sirius turned to look at the rest of their group. 

Grin growing Sirius raised his eyebrows,“Ready lads?”

Remus, James, and Peter all shared a look, grins already matching Sirius’. 

“Absolutely.” James winked at Sirius.

“Never not.” Remus eyed the kids around him.

“Nope, but let's do it.” Peter rubbed his hands together, plan forming in his mind.

[nee-naw-nee-naw-beepbeep]

@zontik you with docra meadows i think . maybe

sorry dude i can’t hang out today. i saw someone online misinterpret my favourite piece of media. yeah i have to lay on the floor. yeah it’ll be all day.

[gnistocr]

Dagens lille hygge tur 5 km mere i bene, men hvem har glemt at slukke for vandet. 😉🏃‍♀️. . . #run #running #løb #5km #5k #511tactical #iam511 #fusion_sportswear #daydose #daydoseactive #tølløse #inov8 #inov8denmark #garmindenmark #garminfenix5 #ocrtraining #ocrwintertraining #ocr #docra #keto #ketoathlete #ketodanmark #lchfdanmark #lchf (her: Tølløse) https://www.instagram.com/p/B45YBuxBHeb/?igshid=11vcenn5opdr6

[evanrosieroff]

Evan: I dont have a nickname for Barty. Its ridiculous.

Dorcas: Its true? What do bees make?

Evan *smugly*: Honey

Dorcas:

Evan: Did you really this was gonna go off?

Docras *disappointed*: Yeah

Evan *speak up*: Dumb!

Barty *popping up*: Yes, shorty?

[nah-she-didnt]

from your prompt list: #8: “You’ve got that whole drunken-sway thing going on.” for jily? 🤍

Thanks for the prompt!! Can’t wait to read your first fic, lmao <3 

Also, I’m sorry to the few prompts I’ve had sitting in my asks for a few days, I just haven’t found inspiration for them yet, but they are at the back of my mind! I’ll get to them soon hopefully!

Send me prompts here!

CW: Alcohol and marijuana use

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“And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to sayyyy!” Sirius belted the words coming out of the record player at the top of his lungs.

His friends winced at his voice, hands snapping to cover their ears.

“Mate!” yelled James, throwing his pillow Sirius before he could sing again, “keep it down! Do you want half the common room in here?”

Sirius took another drink and collapsed dramatically onto his four poster bed. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, clutching James’ pillow to his chest, “I can’t help it, I love this song.”

“You say that about every song,” called Mary. She sat by the window trying to roll a joint on her transfiguration textbook. “Oi, Dorky, get over here and help me.”

Dorcas rolled her eyes but reluctantly got up from her spot on Remus’ bed. She had finally been able to wrestle Remus into submission so that she could attempt to braid his shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. He took the opportunity to scramble back to the top of his bed, resentfully rubbing the scalp where she’d pulled at his hair.

“You always make such a big deal about buying pot off your cousin over Easter,” Dorcas held out her hand for Mary’s makeshift rolling tray, “and you can’t even roll a stupid joint.”

Mary stuck out her tongue at her friend, but handed her work over.

James glanced towards the door to their dormitory. The six of them had convened for a little end-of-week celebration including lots of firewhiskey, records, and apparently some muggle plant called “Marijuana.” It had been Mary’s idea to plan these get-togethers when Lily had prefect duties.

“It’s kinder to hide it from her,” said Mary reasonably when he had asked why they didn’t tell Lily about these meetings, “she’d feel too beholden to report us, but she would hate to violate girl code like that. It’s better that she doesn’t have to risk her moral center for our debauchery.”

Still, James felt guilty hiding the gatherings from Lily. They’d only recently begun to be friends at all. Until last year Lily seemed to hate him, but a few months ago they began an uneasy friendship. Lately, however, she had been downright friendly. It felt strange to exclude her from nights like this, especially when she was the only person he really wanted to hang around with anyway. “There!” Exclaimed Dorcas, “a perfect J, if I do say so myself.”

“Spectacular.” muttered Mary. She grabbed the joint from Dorcas’ hand and lit it eagerly. She took a deep drag, held the breath in for a moment, then let it out with a sigh. “Fuck, I missed that.”

“Oh please!” Docras scoffed, “you’ve only done it twice! You told me last week.”

Mary grinned and took another drag. “You’re right. Still feels good, though.”

“Oi, James,” Peter tossed him the Marauders Map, “we’ve got company.”

James examined the map and felt his heart sink. A dot labeled “Lily Evans” climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory.

“Shit! She’s coming!”

The group scrambled to hide the evidence of their wrongdoing. Sirius hid the bottle of firewhiskey under his duvet. Mary threw the joint out the window and began to fan the air with her hand. Remus pulled out his bookbag and began handing everyone a random textbook. Just when they had all settled themselves in what hopefully looked like studious concentration over their homework the door banged open.

Lily stood in the doorway, a faint smirk on her face. “So,” she declared to the room. They all looked up in mock surprise.

“Alright, love?” called Sirius, whose textbook was upside down in his hands.

Lily glared at him. “Don’t ‘love’ me. Hestia said she saw you all head up here an hour ago. Having a party without me?”

“Evans,” said James cooly, standing up and walking towards her as soberly as he could manage, “a party? Us? Friday night provides ample opportunity to catch up on our studies for the next week, why waste that precious time on a party?”

Lily pointed at him accusingly. “You’re drunk!” she yelled, pointing up and down his body, “You’ve got that whole drunken-sway thing going on.”

James stopped suddenly in his tracks. “Did you say ‘swagger?’ I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you’d been keeping track of my swagger.”

Lily jabbed a finger into his chest. “You have booze in here, don’t you?”

“HA! ALCOHOL? US?” Sirius yelled, entirely too loudly as he shoved the bottle further under the covers, “Absolutely not!”

Peter sighed and covered his eyes with his hand, shaking his head. James winced. She had to know now. He turned back to face her slowly, bracing himself for her wrath.

Lily eyed him for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, thank god,” she sighed, dropping onto Remus’ bead, “rounds were horrendous today. I need a drink.”

James’ mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t-” Remus interjected to Sirius.

“God, yes,” Lily sighed, holding out her hand for the bottle, “I had to bust a group of fourth years trying to smuggle fireworks into Filch’s office. Little shits. Go on, hand it over.” James wearily retrieved the bottle from Sirius’ blanket and handed it to her. She took a long swig from the bottle, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she finished. Satisfied that she’d had enough, Lily glanced up and finally realized that everyone in the room was staring at her.

“What? Think you all are the only ones who needed a kickback?”

James was dumbfounded. She was the girl of his dreams.

Lily took another swig from the bottle, then looked at them expectantly.

“So,” she said matter-of-factly, “whose idea was it to have a party and not invite me?”

[apinchofm]

Seeing the same thing in 2021

It's August 2019 and people are still fancasting/drawing characters who are obviously described as POC as white. smh

[grassreads]

The Surprise Headboy

Dear James annoying, secretive Potter

I know this letter might come as a surprise to you as I rarely write to you. Not that we arent friends, we are kinda. Aren't we?

It's just that I was getting lunch with the girls and while I was announcing that I am the new headgirl my fabulous news was stolen from the spotlight by a surprise and it was all your fault. Mary happened to mention it to me that you of all people made headboy. And I had to find out like a bloody DOLT. I'm a lot of things Potter but I am no DOLT. BUT YOU ARE AN ARSE FOR NOT TELLING ME. Yep I said it an ARSE.

It's not that I don't want to work with you. I̶ ̶d̶o̶ Im sure we will work Great fine together but to hear it from Mary (who heard it from Docras who heard it from Marlene who was told by Peter that Sirius had found the badge) and not from you the guy I will be working with for the next year. It's bloody rude. Where are your manners Potter. Where?

Well I guess that's all I'm here to say.

Well except that… I know you will make a good headboy even if you don't yet (Sirius may have told Marlene you are shitting it) but I guess I'm nervous too.

I hope you have a good summer or what's left of it.

Mildly Pissed

Lily Evans

P.S do you think we should meet before we go back to discuss duties?not that I wanted to. If not that's fine but I would love to I wouldn't mind. Summers boring without magic anyways.

[euqinomse7en]

Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.... Well I pray to the universal God to raise my chakras, peace by peace... Until all that is not for me dissipates like a thief in the night and when the daylight comes in I’m new and what I once knew is NO LONGER! -Custom @converse sneakers (Thigh Highs) by #euqinom7designs X #Converse #DOCRA #Decoration Dress by @euqinom7designs _____________________________________ #artist #visionary #individualist #Pablo Picasso #CREATIVE #Life #Thoughts #ART #freedom #さようなら #いとまごい #higher #2020 #Futurist #Destiny #creativity #ArtLife https://www.instagram.com/p/B1oEmqqgG-J/?igshid=ocndll6ermv8

[anderspoul]

Personlig (OCR) træning i Get Fit Gym

Personlig (OCR) træning i Get Fit Gym

Kære alle. Nu kan jeg tilbyde mine kunder personlig træning i Get Fit Gym og det er en fornøjelse at kunne dele dette med jer. Jeg har efter flere år som udendørs personlig træner igen valgt og tilbyde mine kunder træning i center, men ikke hvilket som helst center. Get Fit Gym er et funktionelt træningscenter, som er specialiseret i OCR træning og i centret finder du alt som du vil kunne møde i…

[johnharckness-blog]

Free Brothers,Doc Ra #freebrothers #haloafreebrothers #eshilestudio #johnharckness #versus #docra #tbt #instagram #instalove #instaback #instagood #instafollow #followforlike #follow4follow #followme

[shalaena]

O.C.tober Flash Fiction - Comfy

Based on a drawing prompt found by @brsoule, I am doing flash fictions all month! Follow me on Patreon, in case I forget to post them here. :P

The water dripped haphazardly from the pipe at the ceiling, each drop plopping down onto more pipes and creating a sort of creepy music that contained no rhyme or rhythm—just chaotic noise. It was soothing, nonetheless. She looked across the room at me, her eyelids lowered and a teacup paused before her purple lips. She was scrutinizing me. Calculating her words carefully. Then she took the sip of tea and set the cup quietly on the saucer. Her face remained impassive and apathetic. 

“Why are you interested?” she asked, her voice monotone. 

“Because that’s my job, Miss…”

“Just Docra.”

Her gaze flit to my hands, where I wrote that in my notebook. She settled in, pulling a knitted blanket from the back of the couch. It was such a dark purple, that without the black of the furniture and her dress for comparisson, I might’ve guessed it to be black. She lifted her cup, tucked her legs beneath her and held the lip to her mouth.

“Comfy?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Cozy,” she replied and sipped her tea. “I don’t leave my house much. But on the day you’re asking about, I went to lunch with Kel’ori Nightheart.”

“And you saw what happened?” I asked, jotting down every word. 

“I heard the screams, yes. I didn’t entirely care, but Kel’ori wanted to go see what the commotion was. She dragged me from our table outside the restaurant and down into an alley.”

I knew this much of the story. A commotion in an alley. At least thirty witnesses. But did any of them see anything? Or did they only just hear the screams and run to maybe catch a glimpse of the events transpiring? Did this blood elf see what happened? 

“What did you find there?” I asked. 

One of her delicate shoulders raised up. “A lot of looky-loos, I suspect. A boy looking very shook up.”

“What did he look like?”

“Young. Black hair. Green eyes. Dirty. He looked maybe like a pirate. I’m sure you already have his name. You might talk to him next.” Her glowing green eyes bobbed along with the end of my pen. 

She was right. I did know who the boy was. I knew who all of them were. Their names; faces; hobbies. I even knew where I could find each and every one of them. She didn’t need to know that. Or the fact that I knew she was withholding her last name. It’s okay to reject one’s own surname. No need to ask why she did so. 

“Will your friend, Miss Nightheart, give me the same story?” I asked, closing my notebook. 

“Probably not. She’ll give you some extravagant tale, no doubt. She likes to stretch the truth of everything.” Docra set her cup on the table and stood. She wrapped the blanket around herself and seemingly floated to the door. “If you have anymore questions in the future…”

“I doubt you’ll have more answers for me. Unless you’re already hiding something?” I stood before her, hoping maybe something would shake loose and put some emotion on that face. 

“What would be the point in hiding something?” She twisted the antique brass knob. “It would only bring you back. Have a nice day, detective. Or don’t.” Her cool gaze locked onto mine as I stepped outside. “Either way, it doesn’t actually matter.”

She shut me out in the gathering gloom. I stood outside her small black shack of a house, wedged between—and under—two tall buildings. It looked that much smaller. A black cat mrowed at me from the gnarled branch of a dead tree in front of an open window near the low roof. 

I lifted my collar as the wind howled across the mouth of the alley. 

One down, twenty-nine to go.

[hogsmeadehqs]

mw from the marauders era?

severus snape, barty crouch jr, bellatrix black, lucius malfoy, docras mckinnon, rabastan lestrange, regulus black, peter pettigrew, andromeada black, gilderoy lockhart, bertha jorkins, evan rosier, emma vanity, xenophilius lovegood, & lucinda talkalot !

[gnistocr]

Dagens crossfit træning og bag efter en lille løbe tur på 5 km. . . #boxliferoskilde #boxliferoskilde5512 #boxjump #hangclean #pushjerks #frontsquat #pushup #run #running #løb #511tactical #iam511 #muddest #worldoffusion #ocr #docra #ocrtraining #ocrdenmark #garmindenmark #garminfenix5 #daydose #funktioneltræning #inov8 #inov8denmark #lchfdanmark #lchf #ketoathlete #ketodanmark (her: BoxLife CrossFit 5512 - Funktionel Fitness og Personlig Træning) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4iIig-h48k/?igshid=1w0zwr8qn3sqs

[alohomcrahq-blog]

frank longbottom, a seventh year gryffindor like you should know better than to not be heading up to the castle right now ! off you go, then. the great hall will be filled to the brim with students in just twelve hours, you don’t want them to start eating without you !

dorcas meadowes, a sixth year hufflepuff like you should know better than to not be heading up to the castle right now ! off you go, then. the great hall will be filled to the brim with students in just twelve hours, you don’t want them to start eating without you ! 

[ daniel sharman, eighteen, male, he/him, year 7, halfblood ]  — my, this is an important date indeed ![ frank longbottom ], it’s been quite a long while since i’ve seen someone so [ caring & honest ], yet so very [ forgetful & overly protective ] indeed. it’s obvious to me you’ll gain quite a reputation as the [ quirky one ] around the corridors. yes, i think i’m quite content with placing you in [ gryffindor ], welcome to hogwarts. ( holding doors for girls and boys in the hallways, always saying ‘yes sir’ and 'no ma'am’. raised by a single mother frank learnt how to take care of people. with a pet hedgehog named oswald in his room. spending hours organizing his room and papers. frank has asthma ever since he was a baby always carrying an inhaler around him. he enjoys chess and debate. he spends hours on sunday nights talking with his mother on the phone. ) ( ooc: Abby, 18+, she/her, est )

[ cierra ramirez, seventeen, female, she/her, year 6, halfblood ]  — my, this is an important date indeed ![ docras meadowes ], it’s been quite a long while since i’ve seen someone so [ creative & kind ], yet so very [ blunt & distant ] indeed. it’s obvious to me you’ll gain quite a reputation as the [ artist ] around the corridors. yes, i think i’m quite content with placing you in [ hufflepuff ], welcome to hogwarts. ( blank canvases that in a matter for hours turn into a piece of work, her fingers stained from the paint that rested on her pallet and the empty paint bottles pile up in her. her nails have paint underneath them she lives and breathes paint. she paints landscapes, portraits, and food. ) ( ooc: Abby, 18+, she/her, est )