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euphemiapotter-archive
hpminorcharnet and purebloodnet creation event: minor pure-bloods → the black sisters
bellatrix, andromeda, and narcissa are the three daughters of druella black née rosier and cygnus black iii.
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The Secret History (1996) dir. Donna Tartt
“Some things are too terrible to grasp at once.”
Reblogged rhodeslibby
So Inej would walk as she had always done, with nothing to catch her, borne aloft by her invisible wings.
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It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you and you don’t even see it.
It was chaos. Chaos of her making.
I did this, she thought wonderingly. I commanded those corpses, those bits of bone, those dying cells. What did that make her? If any Grisha had ever had such a power, she’d never heard of it. What would the other Grisha think of her? Her fellow Corporalki, the Heartrenders and Healers? We are tied to the power of creation itself, the making at the heart of the world. Maybe she should feel ashamed, maybe even frightened. But she hadn’t been made for shame.
Perhaps Djel extinguished one light and lit another. Nina didn’t care if it was Djel or the Saints or a brigade of fire-breathing kittens; as she hurried east, she realized that, for the first time in ages, she felt strong. Her breath came easy, the ache in her muscles had dimmed. She was ravenous. The craving for parem felt distant, like a memory of real hunger.
Nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she’d felt to the living world. She’d resented this shadow gift. It had seemed like a sham, a punishment. But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.
wylanv
six of crows duology by @lbardugo ⟶ matthias helvar
matthias was dreaming again. dreaming of her. the storm raged around him, drowning out Nina’s voice. and yet his heart was easy. somehow he knew that she would be safe, she would find shelter from the cold. he was on the ice once more, and somewhere he could hear the wolves howling. but this time, he knew they were welcoming him home.
@quidditchleaguenet september event: families - lily and petunia evans
you didn’t just lose a mother that night in godric’s hollow, you know. i lost a sister.
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N I N A Z E N I K ⇀ H E A R T R E N D E R .
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character poster. astrid dane, shades of magic.
astrid had draped herself over one of the two thrones, her long thin body like taut wire under her clothes. sinewy, but far from weak.
Reblogged clarkegrifin-archive
hogwarts houses + bobbie burgers | where do you belong?
Reblogged agathcn
But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.
Reblogged nikolailatnsov
“I have never known this kind of peace. Never known this kind of comfort. And sometimes I am afraid,” he says, dropping his eyes, “that my love will terrify you.”
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paurish
It shouldn’t have happened at all, but their friendship had been cemented in only the time it took to get to school that morning ⏤ Adam demonstrating how to fasten the Camaro’s ground wire more securely, Gansey lifting Adam’s bike halfway into the trunk so they could ride to school together, Adam confessing he worked at a mechanic’s to put himself through Aglionby, and Gansey turning to the passenger seat and asking, “What do you know about Welsh kings?”