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@riddleisms.bsky.social
⌞ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩. . . ⌝ a parody account penned by #𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚.
/ what are people’s thoughts on me bringing mina here but as a hufflepuff??
𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑨 𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑨 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑶 𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑺 ☁︎ 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. ☁︎ 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖢𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖾. ☁︎ 𝖣𝗎́𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈́𝗇, 𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺́𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋.
the dark lord shook his head impatiently, a hand coming up to wave her concerns away as though they were a tangible thing. she was useful to him no matter what form she took. ‘such a ridiculous notion, that i would care about something as trivial as the form you take.’
her tongue flicked multiple times as she draped herself over his shoulders. 'but my lord,' she let out a hiss. 'i am your closest ally; you're most loyal follower. it is unbecoming of me to appear in such a form.'
𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬! 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇. . .𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑
eyes followed her carefully, almost. . admiring as she made her approach. one leg crossed over the other as she became comfortable, and one finger came up to stroke the scales by her head. ‘you don’t apologize for this sort of thing, nagini.”
nagini's arrival was accompanied by the gentle rustling sound. her scales glisten as the light bounces off of her. she's slow to move as she circles around the one who called for her. 'greetings, my lord.' she curls in closer to him. 'I apologize for not appearing in person.'
he says nothing for another moment, but the corners of his mouth lift in a way that would normally suggest amusement. and his tone is. . almost pleasant. “. . it was a lot easier to think before that quill came out.”
—go on— comes her voice, first to break the silence after noticing the lack of footsteps along with the burning feeling of his gaze on her. — I’m no legilimens — exactly— to read your mind
tom finally pauses after a long stretch of silence, leaving behind the sound of his quiet footfalls in wake of the scratching of the quill. he turns on his heel. . eyes lifting to her in an irritated sort of way. not saying anything. just waiting.
Good, it would be such an awkward situation if they just stared at each other with no reason at all. That being said, Kahlan cannot help the way she goes on to sketch him on the margin of the journal she’s reading, not in a “lovely” way, but as a shadow moving across the grim castle
he’s summoning @under-being.bsky.social . . at her earliest convenience.
his hands are behind his back, wand held between nimble fingers. he’s showing no sign of even noticing her, brows furrowed.
—quietly watching, eyes leaving her “book” for the first time in hours. She’s curious—
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james fleamont potter. a character from the harry potter verse. gryffindor. maurader. ↻ + ♡
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