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@damienflints
only laughing can i survive the violence of everyday transactions
— Rita Wong, from “reading my dinner,” Monkeypuzzle
❝ I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are. ❞
DAMIEN JACOB FLINT really is the spitting image of RICHARD HARMON, right? For someone only 24 years old, DAMIEN has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that PUREBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since JUNE, 2028, working as a PATROL GUARD in the DIVISION OF PROTECTION. HE is a CISMAN and is known to be ARGUMENTATIVE and RECKLESS but also ENTHUSIASTIC and KIND. Best of luck surviving through this. ⊰ SAM, 24, EST, THEY/THEM ⊱ (Raised as Ysabeau’s fraternal twin, but is actually the result of an affair Marcus had with another woman.)
♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS — Ron Weasley ( Harry Potter ) + Lilo ( Lilo & Stitch ) + Anna ( Frozen ) + Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier ( MCU ) + Donna Noble ( Doctor Who ) + Peter Quill ( Marvel Comics ) + Eragon ( Eragon ) + Lorelai Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls ) !!
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date: october 13, 2028 time: 3:30pm location: Hogwarts grounds, near the (former) quidditch pitch who: nadia zabini && open
The wind whipped against her cheeks as Nadia strode across the grounds—-a far cry from the well-kept lands of her own time at Hogwarts, she still wasn’t quite used to the sort of wildness that had spread over the grounds around the castle, but it did have its perks. Mainly, the small thicket of starthistle she knew to be just on the other side of what used to be the quidditch pitch. And while normally she’d wait, have someone bring her the plant she needed… even she needed a bit of fresh air sometimes, and this way her research wouldn’t have to wait. She stopped as she her destination, stopping down so deft fingers could pluck the plant in question from the grass. Though she was focused on her task, her mind remained alert, and she glanced over her shoulder, sensing a presence behind her.
“If you’re going to lurk, make yourself useful and hand me a vial. I’d like to get back to the castle and get started on the next round of trials.”
Damien was patrolling. He was patrolling quite a lot, lately. Which, really, made a lot of sense considering the role he had chosen for himself during the crisis. Still, as much as he liked to think of himself as brave, bold and courageous, he had to admit that being alone outside with a chill wind making him feel cold down to his bones (ok, so maybe his fear had something to do with that, too) wasn’t an ideal situation for him. The atmosphere of it all did remind him of something, though. When he was sixteen, he had snuck out of the Flint residence to meet up with one of his “secret” muggleborn friends to go see a muggle movie; that movie had the exact same vibe as the Hogwarts did at that moment, and Damien couldn’t help but hum the theme song of the movie, which’s name he could not remember, as he looked into the forest. So deep into his thoughts, he didn’t even realize there was someone else close by until Nadia’s voice brought him out of his train of thoughts.
“Sorry. Got lost in my thoughts and what not; I didn’t mean to bother you” he said with a small laugh, shaking his head and then running a hand through his hair. “But seriously, though, does anyone walk around with vials? I mean, unless they’re planning on doing something very specific that requires the use of a vial? Uh. Maybe a potioneer. Or a vial-person. A pharmacist, perhaps?”
Me realising I’m now an adult with actual responsibilities
We walk into every fire. Every water. Every river of blood. Simply in order not to have to see. To see what, then? Ourselves.
Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,” (via violentwavesofemotion)