FLAME.

AND THE SCARIEST THING IN THE WOODS WAS THE WITCH HERSELF.

[mvadowes]

steelbones‌:

“ okay,   fine.      point taken that maybe i’m reading too far into it. ”      bright eyes seem to scintillate with amusement.      dorcas often came across as too glib, too flippant for amelia’s preferences,   but she always posed a challenge.      and truthfully,   amelia needed that disparity   –   despite how much her simmering frustrations with the girl might often argue against it.      “ or maybe you’re underestimating the situation.      point is,   better to look into it and find out it was nothing,   than disregard it entirely and have it knock us on our arses later. ”      she continues to toy with the quill she had been writing with previously,   the object rolling back and forth across her knuckles.      “ how does a toy one sound ?      i’m sure my niece has one lying about somewhere. ”

" we all have our mortal flaws. " the slight jab at amelia felt as glorious as throwing a death eater out of a sixth floor window. reading too far into situations to try and find logical explanations and righteous morals was 90% of the auror's biological composition, she'd guess, so it was certainly on brand. " oh, yeah, i love it when people waste time and resources into just checking if something that is obviously nothing truly is nothing. 'cause we don't have deaths of our own to take care of. " her legs dangled under the table. combined with her smile and her voice, the fact that little dorcas meadowes was mocking the head of the auror office was quite obvious to any onlookers, should they not even be able to listen to the conversation. " but you do you, boss. chief. hm, your grace ? " dorcas' grin was still untouched. " nah, if i wanted roleplaying toys i'd buy them new. tell you what, we do a little trade -  i give you an hampshire muggle police badge i nicked from a traffic patrol officer, you turn me into one of those cop-movies people who consult for the law enforcement because they are that big of an asset. "

[mvadowes]

alixcs‌:

❛ i assume this little act usually works with moody, hm? ❜ arms crossed over her chest she leans against the wall opposite dorcas’ holding cell. studying the girl she keeps her lips pursed even if a slight sign of amusement glitters in her eyes. dorcas meadowes was as much an asset as a liability, the latter probably more to herself than to the order. ❛ won’t work with me, missy. let me guess. your alibi is a bypasser? perhaps a friend who actually wasn’t even at the scene? ❜ 

“ oh, fuck moody. it does work perfectly with amelia bones, “ it most certainly did not, “ and if you won’t get me out i guess i’ll just have to go to the boss lady next. “ dorcas shrugged with ease, proving that the situation at hand was not something she feared at all. hell, it wasn’t even something uncommon. “ my alibi is two well respected members of society, so if you wanna go grab them both and have them explain why i couldn’t possibly be at the crime scene due to the... VERY personal circunstances we were together in, that’s on you ! you’re the destroyer of reputations. YOU are the homewrecker, alice. i wouldn’t do it. “ 

[mvadowes]

@mrlenes // marlene mckinnon send 🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter: a closeness by dermot kennedy.

" gather courage, " for once, dorcas' voice was soft, almost kind, " if you're doing something - do it, " her eyes couldn't leave the big mass of crimson scales, " 'cause she got to go soon. " a deep exhale. arms crossed over her chest. the dragon reserve always seemed quiet when a well-established household member had to leave, and even though dorcas didn't set foot in it nearly as much as she'd like to, the weight in the air was not ignored. " i know it's shit but it's just sweden. i visit my old ones a lot. " transfer days were the worst. " go for a flight. i'll cover for you, say you were checking her wings and i got her loose, poor marlene couldn't control her back down soon enough. c'mon, go ! "

[mvadowes]

@arielmackav // ariel mckay send a tvd prompt: " we’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart. "

" don't be dramatic. " the scolding tone in her voice was obvious. rarely, oh so rarely, ariel could yank out a moment of honesty from the other's soul, but it always came out clawing and screaming. that night would be no different. " we've got jobs and you have a house, and we got nightclubs and an open sky, and this, " she moved slightly, only so she could leave a kiss on the blonde's bare shoulder, half softness, half a scrapping of teeth and a mischievous smile, " we've got every essential of the perfect hedonistic life. there's always going to be DEATH and wars, there's nothing we can do about that. " dorcas' plan was never to change the world - she would be plenty satisfied if she could just enjoy one pleasurable night and some warm food after. " don't start spiraling. nothing's falling apart. " sadly, she knew ariel's tendencies of thought far too well, which was why she leaned out of the bed in a hurry, as if to not let enough time pass and her friend slip away. from her beloved backpack, thrown near the nightstand, she took out a small rock, deep grey and carved in all corners. " got you something. local village, lots of squibs, lots of inbreeding -  i assume - and lots of myths. " such was often the situation. dorcas would disappear, return weeks later, and bring with her little gifts. " oh, and guess WHAT ? " her smile only grew. " they think it's CURSED. something about an old spell-maker from durmstrang. "

[mvadowes]

@alixcs // alice travers send a tvd prompt starter: " our values and our actions, they define who we are. "

" therefore they can't be good or bad, because everyone is different but we do the same actions. i sleep. you-know-who sleeps. jesus slept. very different people. i can go philosophical too. " and with no possible way to act triumphant in her circumstances, dorcas resigned to grabbing two of the bars that separated her empty holding cell from her auror friend. " spare me the socrates, please. c'mon, did you use your little law magic to get me out ? i'm innocent ! i have an alibi ! "

[mvadowes]

steelbones‌:

sad,   lonely,   pathetic.      what a trifecta she painted there.      he wants to argue with her   (  so he will;   his obstinance knew no bounds  ),   but that doesn’t mean he’s not aware that she’s right.      doc would never say it,   but she frequently was,   as years of having her in his small solar system of friendships had shown him.      “ be fucking switzerland then, ”   he shot back as the weight of her legs settled across him.      his own feet are propped up on his coffee table,   a surface littered with some of frank’s paperwork and caradoc’s discarded hog’s head apron.      “ look,   d,   i know i may have been a shit boyfriend half the time but she still left without even saying goodbye to my face.      something tells me she wouldn’t want to see me right now. ”      he accepts the cigarette and inhales,   hazy smoke blowing outward moments later when he huffs out a laugh.      “ ’sides,   doctor freud,   wanna psychoanalyze me some more ? ”

" can't hurt you to try, can it ? " there was some exasperation in her voice, quite telling that no matter how often she claimed to not care, the situation between two of her closest friends very did very much bother her. " oh god, yes. " her own laughter and smoke filled the gaps between his. " you're shit at relationships because mummy and daddy were too. you will need viagra in your thirties because you wank yourself too much due to all your repressed sexual traumas. uh, secretly you want to find a girlfriend who looks like your mum because deep down we all wanna bang our parents. uh, " for once, dorcas did seem intensively focused on the conversation at hand, " you like danger because deep down you want to die before hitting those sad thirties. you disappear a lot because you yourself have abandonment issues. shall i continue ? i'm getting a genuine kick out of this. "

[mvadowes]

steelbones‌:

cogs in her head are turning,   turning,   turning  /  running through endless attempts at new strategies.      papers are scattered on the table before amelia as she works and sometimes she can tune out everyone and everything into nothing but white background noise    –    but dorcas ?      dorcas was notoriously hard to ignore.      so finally amelia leans back in the chair,   turning her attention to the girl sitting leisurely on the edge of the table.      “ the death of a kid isn’t exactly a minor inconvenience,   dorcas.      have any bright ideas about what regulus black,   the only remaining male heir to one of the sacred families,   could have done to warrant his murder ? ”

amelia bones often seemed to be doing a lot of thinking, but didn't achieve high-quality plans all that often, she believed. the hinted smile on her lips was just another proof of how much genuine happiness dorcas got from the obvious BURSTING of the auror's mental bubble. " everything is a minor inconvenience if you try hard enough, amy. " regulus black would have been a touchy subject if sirius or one of his friends were still in the room, but given that they were not, her sharp tongue was about to be set free. " it's not a poirot sort of scenario - little reggy and his pureblood chums failed some mission, or tried to overturn their lord, or honestly anything because you-know-who and his people haven't been famous for their leveled thinking. mob gangsters die. nazis die. you get close to that shit and you're liable to end up in a ditch or floating on the thames. " the words flowed out with ease as if barely any thought at all needed to be put into it, and dorcas shrugged. " do i get a badge now ? "

[vaememes]

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

* A MIXTURE OF TVD S1 - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

‘ You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you.. ‘

‘ I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word.. ‘

‘ But wherever you go, people die.. ‘

‘ I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun. ‘

‘ Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire? ‘

‘ I like being the eternal stud. ‘

‘ You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell. ‘

‘ Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change. ‘

‘ I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient. ‘

‘ How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh? ‘

‘ I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated. ‘

‘ Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house. ‘

‘ I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you. ‘

‘ It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch. ‘

‘ Our values and our actions, they define who we are. ‘

‘ How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done? ‘

‘ This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood! ‘

‘ Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be. ‘

‘ You confuse me for someone with remorse.. ‘

‘ Why does everybody have to die on me? ‘

‘ Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person. ‘

‘ After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you. ‘

‘ I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday. ‘

‘ You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even. ‘

‘ It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook. ‘

‘ You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me? ‘

‘ Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try. ‘

‘ It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’. ‘

‘ You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘

‘ You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire. ‘

‘ Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again. ‘

‘ If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it. ‘

‘ What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?! ‘

‘ You went in there not knowing if you could come back out? ‘

‘ Is that a vampire thing? ‘Cause I read vampires don’t like running water. ‘

‘ First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. ‘

‘ So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so. ‘

‘ You should turn me ‘cause I don’t have anything else. ’

‘ Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night. ‘

‘ Can you just not joke around for two seconds? ‘

‘ We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart. ‘

‘ Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend. ‘

‘ You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath. ‘

‘ Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news? ‘

‘ I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it. ‘

‘ I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life ‘

‘ Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings? ‘

‘ You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires.. ‘

‘ I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie. ‘

‘ There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap… ‘

‘ If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘

‘ He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house. ‘

‘ Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it. ‘

‘ I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body. ‘

‘ I like being a living dead person. ‘

‘ So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it. ‘

‘ I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse? ‘

‘ Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury. ‘

‘ Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look? ‘

‘ What do you know about werewolves? ‘

‘ You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church? ‘

‘ So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test? ‘

‘ That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard! ‘

‘ It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine. ‘

‘ Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust.  ‘

‘ We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time. ‘

‘ You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask. ‘

‘ What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they? ‘

‘ I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner. ‘

‘ At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to. ‘

[mvadowes]

@steelbones // amelia bones sent 💻 for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter: the magicians

somedays she could sympathise with the exhausted looks on the faces of some of her fellow order members. a mission ruined before it even begun was a bummer, yes, but it always affected others way more than dorcas. " it's the universe deep dicking us. " clearly, it's not one of those days. most people had already left the meeting and something petty in dorcas couldn't ignore the disappointment plastered all over amelia's face. " lay back and try to enjoy it. "  she sat on the edge of the table, right near the auror, a careless expression in her. " shit happens. "

[mvadowes]

@steelbones // caradoc dearborn sent 🎬 for me to use a line from the last movie I watched as a starter: green book (2018)

" the world's full of lonely people afraid to make the first move. " another long drag and the warmth of the smoke filled her mouth an throat. " or some shit like that. " after all, this was dorcas, she couldn't be caught dead saying something wise with a serious face. " i wanna be brown switzerland, you know this, but jesus fucking christ, you two are maddening. " kicking off her boots, it took only seconds for dorcas' feet to find a place to rest, right on top of doc's lap. as a means of payment, she stretched out her hand for him to take a drag as well. " she's sad and lonely. you're sad and lonely and pathetic. fix your shit, how hard can it be ? "

[mvadowes]

" you're too fucking nice, idiota. " the words were spat out with a stormy rage as dorcas stood by the window, arms crossed over her chest, still like a rock yet the energy coming off of her was colossal. " i'm done with it. i'm getting you reflective protections around the house. anyone planning on this, " her eyes were fixed on the painted words on the window ( BLOOD TRAITOR ), " becomes dust before they reach the doorbell. we burn them back to hell where they belong. " ever since her damn book was published, the random attack would occur. dorcas wished to burn them all alive. @truthsworn

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[mvadowes]

marvmacdonald‌:

It had been a long day — SCRATCH THAT, it had been a long bloody year. Time seemed to pass by so much slower, despite the fact that so much was happening, and Mary didn’t get it. Confusion was not a new emotion to her, though — but it was overwhelming that day. Death Eaters dying was usually good news, but this time when she’d heard the news ( when she had seen the body ), her mind had reacted differently. She hadn’t known Regulus Black well, but she had known him. She had hit bludgers in his direction. She’d seen him during dinners and breakfast and in the hallways. And — fuck, Mary knew that someone having been at Hogwarts didn’t make them bad or good, but still — he was younger than she was. ( And he was Sirius’ brother, and that made things even stranger. )

There was no use in trying to understand how she felt. Feelings never worked well at work, after all ( or in general, during a war ), and so, in stead, Mary had taken to the Leaky Cauldron after work. Not to get smashed. Just to get a beer. Talk to a stranger or acquaintance or friend. Sneak outside for a cigarette and return for another beer and then — damn it — her elbow clashed against her bottle and it fell. Glass broke, the content of her beer bottle spilled over her feet and Mary cursed loudly, “Fucking hell.” She kicked the glass, wanted to stomp on it, but grabbed her wand in stead to clean up the mess. A beat. A deep breath. A dry chuckle – “WHY are these bottles not charmed to be unbreakable? Would be grand for business, and make my life a whole lot bloody easier.”

touchy days, they were. one quick stroll through headquarters was enough to confirm that even within those sacred walls there was tension, the air too much filled with unspoken words. the entire wizarding world in britain seemed to be holding its breath and lord, it was exhausting. never one to quite dwell on the emotional weight of subjects, dorcas had expected to move on from the news rather quickly but everyone around her seemed to disagree and there she was, stuck in all their terrified misery. it wasn't even compelling story-wise, given that most of the information being whispered on the streets were lies she'd long known not to trust. regulus black was a sad boy who'd lead a sad life and died a sad death. she didn't have the care to spare for him. hell, she barely had any for herself.

her little corner table at the leaky cauldron provided terrible lighting, but just enough for her to read through the case files for her next mission in total anonymity. it did also provide a good view of the entire lower floor of the inn, a nifty little trick she'd learned from the aurors in the order. drunk old samuel, who kept trying to wave his wand around but could barely keep himself up. a small group playing some sort of cards game. the terrible looking date all the way in the back. and of course, mary, coming in and out, looking restless and exhausted at the same time. she too looked like she was holding in her breath. dorcas should go to her, she knew, but what mary clearly had in her were lots of emotions and nowhere to burn them - it was no secret that dorcas would not be the right person to handle it. she could take care of the mess after, she thought. she could certainly drag a drunk mary home and then raid her fridge. she could not, however, take care of her feelings. and so an hour passed, perhaps even a bit longer, until the sound of broken glass quieted the entire room. " fuck. " papers shoved in her backpack, a few coins left on the table and dorcas is all the way next to mary, as if matterialized out of thin air. " because you can't start a dramatic bar brawl with a whole bottle. now, i counted your beers, " as always, she threw in the knowledge with little care - it was hard to forget that dorcas was always spying, " and you can handle way more than that. act your sobriety. " a pause for consideration. dorcas could try to get her home in the exact moment, likely being forced to face a situation she's not equipped to handle, or she could get her drunk enough to turn it into a mess she could understand. a few more coins left her pocket and landed on the counter. " what are you feeling ?  firewhiskey ? gin ? "

[mvadowes]

queenofquills‌:

a hiccup escapes rosy lips, and she wipes the tears from her cheeks, purposefully making a mess of her carefully applied eyeliner. “ i swear, i never do this, “ she says, voice weak, a little hoarse from crying. lipstick becomes a little bit smudged as by design, and she looks at them with big, sad eyes. blinking away tears. seeing if she can break them, slither in. gain some sympathy. “ crying, alone in a bar? what you must think of me. “ another hiccup blends with soft laughter, and she leans her upper body across the counter, an arm stretched out under her. “ can you just tell me if you’ve seen my boyfriend in here with someone else? please? “ she asks, voice a little shaky, filled with uncertainty. sounding like she really, really cares. as if rita skeeter has ever given a fuck about anyone other than herself. no, she’s writing a piece on a man that’s elusive enough to slip through her grasp, but is also ( according to the most RELIABLE sources ) supposed to be sleeping with someone other than his wife. and of course, rita is tasked with finding out the who, the when and the where. what a glamorous job she has.

spy 101: control your own body. dorcas learned that lesson the hard way in her years stumbling through the job, and she's well aware of how a single twitch can kill. nevertheless, rita's crocodile tears put on just too good of a show to not deserve some applause or, at the very least, the bitting of her lower lip, the scrunching of the face, the hidden and fought laughter. god, she was good, and utterly entertaining. not for once does the thought of rita asking about the infidelity of a personal lover cross her mind - years of knowing the girl, some time of getting to know her even more, it has been made clear ( to dorcas' delight ) that she is just as selfish as the spy herself. that man, whoever he could have been, would likely have found himself in total social destruction by now. therefore, rita must be working on a story. something scandalous and shameful, and certainly not the hard-hitting sort of journalism. " oh, honey. " her voice drips concern. she's tired of listening in a few steps away and, as always, comes in to give herself the slightest role in the play. " poor thing. maybe describe the twat to us, uh ? so we can let you know right away. urgh, can't trust a man these days, can you ? "

[ruinedchildhood]

Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

[mvadowes]

DORCAS CLEMENTINA MEADOWES is 26 years old and works as a DRAGON RESCUER/SPY and is loyal to THE OOTP. she was a RAVENCLAW and is a MUGGLEBORN. SHE looks like DIANE GUERRERO. ( and it’s cami, bitch !! )

dorcas was born into a rather large working-class family in leeds, and quickly stood out ( some would say, for all the wrong reasons ). the meadowes were quite proud of the respectable reputation they’d earned inside their social circles over the years, and expected their children to be models of just that - quiet, obedient, polite, soft edges.

she was different from them all long before she knew magic ran in her veins

the mere concept of reputation always felt absurd to her, even as a little girl who dared to look in the eyes those who’d even consider glancing at her. her parents thought her daredevil and somewhat cynical behaviour would tire itself out and she’d eventually copy her siblings, but they were wrong.

something fiery in her was intensified by the weird occurances she couldn’t explain, and when her tongue grew sharper, more imaginative, she was uncontrollable. sometimes even to herself. dorcas meadowes was born a wild card.

the very muggle meadowes didn’t take lightly the news that their odd girl was a witch, and that aversion never really went away. inside the household, the reactions would always range from complete disinterest in anything magical to terror of what she could TECHNICALLY do. she’d accidentally won the power struggle in the family. she simultaneously held it all and none. the double edge sword of her status made it so that no one even tried controlling her anymore, but also left her lonely and lacking affection, regardless of how much she insisted she did not need it.

ravenclaw, home of the curious, imaginative, individualistic sharp-witted. dorcas fit right in, although that didn’t stop her from being in all other common rooms at all times. hogwarts was the biggest playground she could have asked for - somewhere new where no one knew who she was; somewhere magical where her curiosity could be fulfilled; somewhere where suspension of disbelief was common; a bubble she could experiment with. of course she’d tried lies back at home ( how many times had her mother bitterly called her a liar anyway ? ) but this was storytelling. dorcas sharpened her lying skills like one sharpens a weapon, and after some trial and error she found her tricks. after that, the options were limitless. she was a social butterfly, telling 10 different life stories in the same day, carrying them over for months. once she fooled a single hufflepuff into thinking for 4 weeks that she was in his house and year. even got a hufflepuff tie.

despire hogwarts being where she truly learned how to lie and how to put up fortresses around her, it was also when she was at her most internally chaotic. her identity was still shaky and between her crisis and her offputting ways, she truly opened herself up, more than before and certainly more than after. she holds dear to her heart the friendships she’s made back at hogwarts, with a special place dedicated to the so-called d squad, or dick squad. she’s made up so many stories about they all met that she now can’t pinpoint how exactly they all came together, but the four wild cards that are dorcas meadowes, daisy hookum, mundungus “dung” fletcher and caradoc “doc” dearborn eventually united and brought terror upon hogwarts. marauders who? golden trio who? the dick squad was chaos and friendship and family - she cares for all of them very specially and very individually, and to this day they’re the ones she always goes to.

hogwarts was also where she found her love for magical creatures. growing up, she’d bring home bugs and lizards, tried to take in stray cats, wanted to be a vet. magic opened up a new world of animals and her personal favourite - dragons. giant flying lizards that burned down entire fields? y e s.

after a few summer internships, she graduated with a job at a dragon reserve, but it wasn’t fulfilling. not just yet. after falling victims to too many of her lies, her superiors realised where she’d be able to put those skills to use, and as such she became a dragon rescuer. with no real experience, she was tasked with giving herself a cover, a way into a dragon smuggling ring, get vital evidence and then let the authorities tear it down. she succeeded. it was addictive.

soon she built up her little network of other spies, ID forgers, crime connections - dorcas is represented in every seedy corner, hears talks in every dark bar, has covers to pick and choose from. the latter, the criminal world is one she dips her feet in far too often, honestly just for the thrill of it. a lot of what she does can be justified with that.

the order too knew how to use her skills. when she isn’t on dragon missions or visiting a reserve to help out, she’s spying for the order. once again, contacts everywhere, dorcas meadowes is always listening.

is she way in over her head? yes. dorcas is young, reckless, only has SIX years of experience in spying and is honestly just making it up as she goes. does she see that?absolutely not. that’s her mortal flaw; she can’t see mortality. even in a war, surrounded by death, the concept is foreign. it’s a mix of her bravado and her detachment from reality what causes it. it’s this what gets her killed in a year.

activist to her very core. can always be seen arguing about something, especially animal rights. has been arrested for trying to free the gringott dragon. will keep on being arrested.

openly anti-government. anti-capitalism. anti-separated muggle and magical worlds. long live the anarchy.

part of her misses being a full-time dragon carer. even though most of her missions are animal traffic and animal cruelty related, she doesn’t spend quite as much time with the dragons as she used to. 

loves the punk rock underground scene and all of her muggle friends are from it. catch her going to weird secret bars and rocking out to ‘noise’.

she has very few things grounding her, since for the most part dorcas is like a ghost. she has no home, living off a backpack and couch surfing, has no telephone, no fireplace, very few photographs. disappears for missions or just to satisfy a need to not be stuck in the same place far too often. dorcas meadowes will come into your life after two weeks of radio silence, with two dragon eggs and a simple ‘i’m staying with you this week’.

gets in trouble far too often. always did like to hang around the wilder more out fringe groups of society, and can also usually be found in the company of aurors. has a need for danger and excitement. would light up a car just to see how that happens. doesn’t lead the healthiest life, far too much alcohol and party drugs but hey at least she always sleeps a lot ??

she does have a fascination with fire. lieks to watch things burn, gets lost in the beauty of flames !!

lowkey just needs to learn how to be more emotionally honest and how to accept the rawness that comes with it, and to not run away every time something arises. lowkey needs to learn how to emote and live like other people. lowkey never will.

basically ??? she’s an irresponsible couch surfing slightly pyromanic compulsive liar anarchist, with a passion for animal rights and especially the breathing fire type, and an intense lack of emotional abilities

character parallels: gina linetti, eleanor shellstrop, cristina yang, elektra natchios, doug judy, veronica mars, natasha romanoff, malia tate, daisy johnson, heather davis, mazikeen, jason mendonza, gilderoy lockhart, peter quill, ilana wexler, jo wilson, titus andromedon, daenerys targaryen

some wanted connections:

- hogwarts enemies: dorcas got in everyone’s business all the time and also spread lots of fake rumors just for the fun of it. she’s bound to have upset someone.

- post hogwarts enemies: the exact same thing from the first one IHFBGJSHDBV

- a different life: people who know dorcas but as someone totally different. different name, story, maybe even looks due to polyjuice. oops.

- the name is bond: SPY PALS. people dorcas has worked with or against, who happened to meet through their missions or their contacts and understand each other, the way they live in lies...

- hot: someone please fuck dorcas. she loves fun so yall can’t tell me she isn’t boning at least one person. no feelings needed, just screw her.

- okay but someone love dorcas please

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[lesbianmichaela]