WITCH wife.

She is neither pink nor pale, And she { never } will be all m i n e; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her MOUTH on a valentine!! Pippa Fucking Atherton. 7th, Gryffindor.

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what song do i look like

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text: open 😜

Pippa: haha and then what ;)

Perseus: lololololol u texted the wrong number love :) :) :) :)

Perseus: u might be nate's pretty fiance but im afraid i dont flirt with neutral trash like you [several rows of knife emojis]

Perseus: kthxbai sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)

Pippa: sweetie (:

Pippa: I'm much more useful than you'd imagine and wouldn't be the worst thing to keep around.

Pippa: there just might be a snake in the lion's den but that's none of my business 💅

Pippa: ...unless I make it mine

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Pippa: haha and then what ;)

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kiranskhan:

“Pastel chinos? Sounds bare clapped, I hope you burned that shit. Have breakfast with me today, will you? You can tell me all about your feed.”

“They were quite American, but unflatteringly so. Even I wouldn’t entertain the thought of wearing them, and I look good in everything. If anyone asks, I did his wardrobe a favor.” The blonde shrugged, prompting her to let out an amused grin. “I suppose I could be persuaded. What did you have in mind?” 

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maskedhaert:

“Of course,” he purred out, shooting the girl a smile. “Show me what else is there to like?”

A scarlet mouth smirked before replying, “I’ll treat you so well, you won’t even know what to do with yourself. You’ll never want to let me go. Trust me.”

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labellepoison:

“No, but it is a strut.”

“It’s also the got laid parade, feautring me in Prada.”

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Betrothals weren’t an uncommon thing, particularly with families like theirs, like his who were so concerned with their image. Nate knew this and had been prepared for it, even if he hadn’t expected to be thrown into one with Pippa of all girls. But he could appreciate what she’d bring to their marriage–she was beautiful, ambitious, a social delight, well-connected–those were things that would make her a great wife for the politician he was planning to become. Those were things he could respect, and in his mind respect was a far better foundation than infatuation. So he was laying the groundwork now for, if not a blissful marriage, at least one where they would at least both be content. Hopefully. “Wizengamot history.” He answered, his arm coming up to rest on her shoulders. “But it can wait. It’s not everyday Pippa Atherton tells someone they have potential. What’s history in the face of that?” He teased, a genuinely pleased smirk on his face.

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Pippa was beautiful. She knew it, and her parents had made a correct conjecture before she even graced the earth with her birth. It proved true, and she was given a lofty name to match. Philyra - a beautiful nymph chased after by a God. The blonde enjoyed being chased, but she wanted to be her own legend. Pippa. It was bright, beautiful, and bubbled in the throat. Pippa Atherton would write her own destiny along the way. As the product of a foreign affair, she was bred for them. Well traveled, well connected, and eager to please -- both herself and any potential lovers. She had plenty, but they had what she wanted - information. She liked to worm her way in and gather it piece by piece, in the heat of the moment, and then store it away. Pippa was playing a dangerous game, sinking her teeth into both sides to stockpile secrets like weapons. A deeply shallow, vapid facade carefully hid it all away beneath a shell of pink glitter. Pippa had been skeptical about the match at first, but was warming up to Nate as more and more common ground was found. If respect was given, it would be reciprocated. She sunk into his embrace, scooting a bit closer. “Researching for our happily ever after, huh? I can dig it.” A smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. “A new chapter, darling.”

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“…has anyone seen a little black Cairn terrier running around? Answers to Toto? Like…in the Wizard of Oz.”

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“Are you looking for this little cutie? He came right over to me, by the lake.”

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dear future husband // meghan trainor

dear future husband here’s a few things you’ll need to know if you wanna be my one and only all my life

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❝ ♕; Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let's face it—who isn't less fortunate than I? My tender heart tends to start to bleed... and when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over... so, this is me taking over. When do we start? ❞

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You are merely an object, good for staring at and being used. One day your appeal will fade, and all those who claimed to love you will turn their backs on you.

“It's funny how the people who know me the least have the most to say. Comments like these almost make me want to apply myself to prove you wrong. Almost. Ugh, effort.” 

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"You will never find love, not when people will only pretend for a fleeting moment when you're in bed with them. The illusion will always shatter the moment it's over."

“Sweetie. Just shut your mouth and that bullshit will stop falling out of it.”

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Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

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rogerlilyrp:

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

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Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

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gryffinate:

“Or if you come back looking better than half the girls did when they left for the night.” Nate said mildly, looking up from the book he was reading, “No hangover, I hope?” He put his book off to the side, gesturing for her to sit if she liked.

Beneath the cheeky prior statement hid a small test - a taunt. Recently engaged, Nate and Pippa were adjusting. She was embracing discretion whilst embracing others and a wolfish grin met his response. “They’ll never be on my level, but you’re getting there. This might have some potential after all,” she mused and sunk down next to him. “What are you reading?”

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kiranskhan:

“Oi oi, what’s going on here? Proper cheeky business, Pips. Might be getting a little jel.”

“Just bantering with another lad. Let’s have a moment of silence for a pair of pastel chinos that died with honor. Fucking ledge, they were.”