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the secret history, donna tartt
casworan:
the lads:
“Oy—hope you brought enough to share,” Wren motioned to Caleb and his flask, laughing in delight at the excessive nature of his friends’ attacks. He twirled his hand between his fingers, eyes narrowing at a figure approaching Mads from behind. He shot off a quick bone breaking hex, watching the attacker drop to the ground with satisfaction, “Interrupting our fun—some people have no fucking manners, do they?”
The exterior of the shop was now almost fully ablaze, and Wren figured it’d only be a matter of time before whatever explosives were in the shop helped them finish the job. Still—–his wand arced downward and a powerful blasting hex was sent towards the shop, impacting with the large, Weasley-esque figure that graced the ahead above the entrance. A loud crack sounded as the head split from the—quite frankly, gaudy—-puppet’s body, and people underfoot scurried to get out of the way as it crashed to the street in front of the shop. Wren looked on, bemused, at one unhappy wix whose leg appeared to be pinned under the head.
“Well really—-that’s just shit luck, isn’t it?”
It was like being back at Hogwarts again─ camaraderie and feeling invincible in those few moments of chaos after a brawl. Sweat rolled down his temple and felt like blood; he blinked and saw the Quidditch stands, but they were gone in an instant.
Crack. Was that spell or the bones of the crumpled figure behind him? Mads looked between them, shoving them back with his foot and performing a quick restraining spell sans wand. “Cheers,” he replied, scanning their periphery for any other attackers. Nearly forgot that people with hero complexes exist.
He tilted his head, following the massive weasel head’s trajectory, and didn’t blink when it pinned someone. He looked around again, taking the opportunity to ward off any incoming threats though many seemed to be fleeing.
“Why’re they all running?” Mads whined, pocketing his wand when it shot off a glitter bomb instead of the knee-removal he’d intended.
The combination of both the thrill the fire brought as well as the smell of Caleb’s cigarettes, made Cas take a short break, shaking a stick out of his own pack and lighting it with his wand. With a muttered spell, he let the small flame flicker and grow into a bigger one, aiming it at the fallen puppet’s head with a grin.
He wished it was a real Weasley that was on fire, not just a hideous statue of one.
“I think it’s more fun when they run,” he noted, the fire in his back, wand aimed at whichever heroes thought they’d be able to stop them. ( And even if they would — the damage was already done. It’d been laughably easy — they had almost been asking for it. )
A hex or three were sent at the more daring people in the crowd, and then a big blast towards a group of huddled people. And then — a whizz, a crash, a boom. Cas turned on his heel, cloak whipping at his ankles, and watched the first bit of firework explode into more clashing colours. And like a child on Christmas day, he let out a roar of excitement.
The glitter twinkled madly against the licking flame behind them and Caleb couldn’t help but loose a chuckle at the whining complaint in Mads’ voice. He took one last swig, casting a glance to Wren and raising it in a mockery of a toast. “There’s always plenty to go around, mate.”
Holding the cigarette to his mouth he fired off a few more curses, a quick protego making a returning hex glance off harmlessly. He instinctively ducked as the fireworks erupted behind him, leaning his head back to laugh once again as they bounced wildly off the other shops and the pavement, lighting up the alley in brilliant colours and striking a few of the more unlucky wix attempting to flee.
A rocket singed his shoulder on its way past. He aimed two blasting hexes at the WW signs on either side of the shopfront and nailed them, sending the metal spiraling off the hinges. The tacky head grinned inanely on as it was consumed by the flames, charms holding up the arm giving way to let the giant bowler hat fall mid raise, rolling like a wrecking ball down the cobbles. Bedlam.
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ifidieyounghq:
Hi, everyone! It’s Admin Jane. As discussed in the chat, here’s a starter meme designed for this latest event (but feel free to use it whenever!), pulled from my bookshelves & gotham. This is entirely optional, and is only being tagged for the task and event so it gets seen more widely. (credits: carry on, rainbow rowell; sandry’s book, tamora pierce; the titan’s curse, rick riordan; the school for good and evil, soman chainani; gotham season 4). There are a few actions provided towards the bottom, though I suggest using those to spark plotting/alongside plotting, as they’re a little less specific than the sentences.
SENTENCE MEME ⟶
“Do it. Fucking unleash. Now.”
“You have the worst survival instincts.”
“I’m no soldier. Don’t see why I should have to fight for a living just because I can throw a punch.”
“Fuck me, come on…”
“Looks like I should be asking you that question…”
“I’m not my sister’s keeper.”
“Why are you already weeping? You’re ruining my plan to push you to tears.”
“He’s going to kill you.”
“Let him try.”
“They just want power, and they want it now.”
“We all make sacrifices at wartime.”
“We can’t just stop living because we’re at war.”
“When have you ever hurt anyone but yourself?”
“Look, if you’re a target, then I’m the most at risk. I spend the most time with you.”
“[Fuck him,] he’ll do whatever he can to get to me.”
“Can’t be too picky with cannon fodder.”
“I’m not your sidekick, I’m your dread companion.”
“To think you used to be at each other’s throats.”
“We’re still at each other’s throats.”
“He’s tried to kill me three times! That I know of! It doesn’t actually matter whether it worked.”
“He hated me before he even met me.”
“Now you tell me what you’re up to.”
“Stop it. Stop distracting me.”
“Magic didn’t help them.”
“Stake through the heart? Beheading, perhaps?”
“Do something. Save the day, [name]. Or the night.”
“Quick, before I … Hmm … what horrible thing shall I do?”
“It’s too late for everyone down here—there’s just you to hurt, isn’t there?”
“Really? That’s your plan? Wait for me to kill someone?”
“You’re never safe!”
“Safety, stability—it’s an illusion. It’s a false god, [name]. It’s clinging to a sinking raft instead of learning to swim.”
“It takes more than magic to make a mage.”
“What’s wrong with you? He’s a monster. An actual monster.”
“Please don’t fight me.”
“Did you hurt him?”
“I’m more valuable as a spy than a soldier anyway.”
“You manipulative cur.”
“I’m gonna have to face him.”
“Are you worried about him?”
“I’m sorry—should we try to find him?”
“You always say that. But when it’s us or them, you want me to kill something.”
“I never want you to kill.”
“I never feel like I have a choice.”
“You look like shit, you know.”
“You’re looking rough and weedy yourself.”
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
“Spit it out. You’d think you were trying to cast a spell. Are you? Next time, use your wand, it helps.”
“Your mum would make a terrifying supervillain.”
“He’s got more fire than a demon.”
“You don’t want to hurt me.”
“It’s always about you around here.”
“You would have killed her.”
“I’m thinking violent thoughts at you constantly.”
“We’re already tearing each other apart”
“We are supposed to know better.”
“Too afraid for a real fight—”
“You will die the worst death I can invent.”
“I don’t need a keeper.”
“She is either crazy, or the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
“I had to help. He’s one of us.”
“Stop that! How dare you!”
“Bullies! Oafs!”
“Get out of here!”
“Behind you!”
“None of that! You do your own fighting!”
“Out of my way!”
“Stop right now! I—I command it! Please?”
“Oh no you don’t.”
“Here—in came someone else gets ideas.”
“C’mon, this’s no time to worry about an ouch!”
“It wasn’t so bad. Nobody was killed.”
“You’ll answer for what you’ve done!”
“You half-killed my boy!”
“He deserved a worse thrashing than he got!”
“I woulda swore you didn’t have a scared bone in your body.”
“You have no right to interfere. This is a family matter.”
“Not much of a challenge.”
“So you’re another coward.”
“What happened to you?”
“Let her go.”
“It’s my last chance.”
“Do not. We must fight them.”
“Look. We are not weak.”
“All we need is your help.”
“I don’t know you any more.”
“Please. Don’t make me… Don’t make him destroy you.”
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to die fighting with friends like this.”
“Run, you must run!”
“Die, little hero.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“You will not last so long.”
“You never could beat me.”
“We’ll see, my old friend.”
“You fight well for a girl. But you are no match for me.”
“Don’t kill him!”
“He’s a traitor. A traitor!”
“The wound is poisoned.”
“Life is a fragile thing.”
“How can he be alive?”
“You know, I don’t think this look suits you.”
“You promised you’d change!”
“Well. We both made promises we won’t keep.”
“Save the others. Now!”
“You wanted me to be the evil one.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Do as you’re told.”
“We’re coming to help you!”
“We want to fight back!”
“No! Don’t attack!”
“Kill you? You think I can kill you?”
“Truth is, I want to hurt you. But I just can’t.”
“My behaviour was poor.”
“You pushed me through a window!”
“But now we’ll end all of this, won’t we?”
“I won’t let them hurt you.”
“No! Wait! You have to believe me! I’m on your side!”
“Retreat! Retreat now!”
“In the end, good always wins.”
“You’ll never have her. Not as long as I’m alive.”
“Bad news, baby. I’m not leaving.”
“For her sake, you’re gonna die. For my sake, you’re gonna suffer.”
“Why do you keep insisting I’m insane? What’s insane about having a backup plan?”
“I’m going to be here whenever you need me.”
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
“I’m so sick of that freaky family.”
“It’s the ones closest to you that you have to keep your eyes on.”
“I can’t believe you’re going to run away from these asses.”
“You sad, deluded woman. You are nothing.”
“Standing up to terror is the only way to take its power away.”
“He scares the living hell out of me.”
“If I ever see you again, I’ll pop your head off like a flower.”
“You’re weak. You’re all so damn weak.”
“Not everything is your fault or your responsibility. Get over yourself. It’d make you a little easier to be around.”
“Look what she did to me. I’ll pull the trigger on that bitch myself.”
“Yeah. Me.”
“The only thing I’m choking on is your insanity.”
“You are living in a prison of your own construction.”
“I’m glad I never killed you.”
“Don’t thank me. Killing you would have been a kindness.”
“We’ve got a war to stop, people.”
“Despite appearances, I’m not an animal.”
“We don’t need heroes, we need people to do what is necessary.”
“A general does not need to know every foot soldier.”
“You weak, foolish boy.”
“I may be many things, but I’m not a coward.”
“You have fight, kid. I’ve always admired that in you.”
ACTION MEME ⟶
💢for your muse to send a hex at mine
♥ for your muse to try protect mine
🚫for your muse to hide behind mine
☣for your muse to ask mine for help
🔆for your muse to offer mine help
casworan:
the lads:
when: january 5th, 2024; 10:31am where: diagon alley who: the lads! @spltlippd @calebfigg @casworan
The scene devolved quickly into madness; cries and confusion filling the air, and Wren gave a sideways grin to his friends as they spelled their way to their goal. The extended Weasley and Potter families were the most obvious targets, and Wren wouldn’t begrudge his peers who went after them, wands blazing; but his father always said there was more than one way to skin a Kneazle, and there were other ways to wound the Order—particularly, strike at their morale.
And if Wren got to blast that ghastly storefront off the face of the earth while he was at it, all the better.
“Time to put on a show, yeah?” He called to the masked figures standing with him, wand raised. Fire erupted from the tip, coiling in the air as it gathered strength and mass before hurtling through the air to its target—-the front windows of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes shattering upon impact, flames licking at the frames and quickly climbing as a new wave of startled screams rang out.
Elation. That’s what he was feeling, wasn’t it? The same giddiness he’d felt at the punchline of his father’s favorite joke─ how is a niffler like a Sunday roast?─ as dozens of the thieving beasts poured from smoking dams. Bubbles rising to the surface of his skin, scratching to escape. Forgetting to breath. Yeah, that.
It was a bit of the same thing. How is a niffler like a Sunday roast? How is a niffler like a weasel?
You smoke them.
“ Reckon they’ve got the blue fireworks that look like a coiled occamy? ” Mads hummed at his companions. The wind was in his veins, tugging towards his wand. It hesitated and he wondered, for a moment, if it’d do a perfect impersonation of a hose to spite him.
A single massive ball of fire spat out the tip and hurled itself towards the storefront.
“ My bad! ” he called cheerfully to the people his fireball hit on its journey. One of them was well on fire.
Cas imagined – for a short moment – the reactions those wretched Weasleys when they saw their pride & joy ablaze. It made him almost happier than the sight of the first bursts of fire licking at the store. He would pay good money to see them weep and rage and look at the charcoal remains of this … well, he barely wanted to call it a store.
He twirled his wand between his fingers before letting a rope-like string of fire leave the tip of it, hitting the upper store windows, licking at the orange and purple and he laughed an almost giddy laugh and wondered out loud, “Who decided on this horrific colour scheme?” before aiming once again, now through the broken windows.
Head turned to Mads for a second, considering his words. “It’s exactly what a day like this needs — a wonderful firework show at the end of it all. We’re giving the people what they want!”
Caleb focused carefully on the smoke perched behind his ear, plucking it gently between his index and middle fingers and placing it to his mouth. Glass shards skittered like hailstones around his feet as the windows exploded from the heat, the light of the fire set them glittering while he retrieved his wand from its holster. He muttered a small lighting charm, a tiny flame springing to life as he took a deep inhale, the perks of evading a full mask.
The crowing of his boys filled the air amongst the screams. He was a fixed point amidst the chaos, Mads’ ever unpredictable wand hurling a characteristically massive and careening ball of flame after Wren’s, a whip of it curling then from Cas.
Letting air replace the smoke in his lungs and filling his mouth from his hip flask he stepped forward, closer and closer still till he felt the heat become unbearable. He raised his wand and a huge cloud of flame poured upward from his mouth as the alcohol sprayed through the spell he’d readied, one ridiculous striped arm catching as the fire engulfed it.
“Waste of a good vintage, really.” He drawled as loudly as he could manage, taking long strides backward into formation.
ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly
I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via wordsnquotes)
He was too rich; like fine chocolate, deprivation and excess of him toed the same thin line.
waiting for roses; b.e. (via fluerdelis)
gemmagamp:
where: outside of twilfitt and tattings, diagon alley when: january 1, 2024 who: open
“Can you believe we’re all stuck here because a few muggle-loving terrorists decided to attack an upstanding citizen like Mr. Urquhart?” Gemma spoke offhandedly, her voice carrying through the alley as she perused the jewelry in the window display, “Who do you think they’re looking for? My money’s on Teddy Lupin—seems like the savage sort of thing werewolf spawn would do.”
“How appropriately barbaric of a display in favour of muggles, no less.” Caleb’s voice was pitched lower than hers, his hands clasped in the small of his back. “I mean these days it could be anyone and you just wouldn’t know. Worrying.”
chiddywrites:
my aesthetic is beautiful rich people doing terrible things
❝ If I cannot become better, I will become so much worse. ❞ LORENZO ZURZOLO? No, that’s actually DARRIEN CALEB FIGG. Only NINETEEN years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a PURVEYOR OF POTION INGREDIENTS and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as a CIS-MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be RETICENT, APATHETIC, and SELF-INDULGENT but also REFINED, FASTIDIOUS, and CALCULATING.