* 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓.

nothing can stay.

[sibylliine]

from the landscape : a sense of scale. from the dead : a sense of scale. i turned my back on the story. a sense of superiority. everything casts a shadow. your body told me in a DREAM it's never been afraid of anything. 

#SIBYLLIINE. a dependent damaris vector established by rachel on the 28th of march, 2023.

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[oncebluemoons]

open location: diagon alley @startertms

the late afternoon light stretches long shadows across the cobblestones of diagon alley. lisa walks around with no real purpose, hands tucked deep into the warmth of her coat, the familiar hum of the street washing over her. she used to come here with intent, with lists, with plans. now, she just wanders, a little aimless in her steps. she slows in front of a window display, gaze settling on the robes displayed behind the glass. the laces and the satins catching her fancy for a brief moment. her breath fogs the window, a momentary veil before movement shifts in the reflection. she turns, meeting the other's gaze. “nice to see you here. anything in particular you’re looking for here?” her voice is softer now. “or just searching for something you haven’t named yet like me?”

[sibylliine]

even if they had the funds ( which they don't; apprenticeships don't pay as well as damaris had been expecting, and they'd taken a week of cuts at the knight bus since it was so quiet ), this particular store is of no real interest to them. the robes on display in the window are more their mothers style than theirs, a product of a time they hoped never had a resurge in popularity. they don't understand lisa's interest, nor fully grasp that her question might not be about the clothes, exactly, and answer without thinking. "you should keep searching, i think. unless you're intentionally going for the professor umbridge look...?"

[hcldmybroom]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hogsmeade. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open to all ( @startertms ) !!

the keeper stands outside of gladrags with a face that mixes between sour and disappointed - not the type of emotion you'd expect from minette during prime party month. in her arms lays a duo of items collected from the shop looming from behind her, a clash of patterns almost blinding a group of children that rush past the quidditch player. "merde . . ." curses fade off beneath her breath in her mother tongue before she catches sight of another wix. holding up the dress and robe either side of her body, the keeper frowns and addresses the other person: "qu'est-ce que tu en penses?" humming, she sighs. "good, bad? vomit-like or tripping on a bad shroom type of outfit?"

[sibylliine]

they don't really have an eye for fashion. it's never been a problem - their style has always worked for them and been easy to maintain, and they try as much as possible not to get looped into shopping trips with their sibling or, as the case sometimes is, their friends. they can't account for EVERYTHING, of course, and minette's outburst in french draws their attention too obviously for them to pretend they hadn't heard her. they make a face - nose scrunched, lips twisted, not exactly directed at her choices but the fact they'd gotten trapped within the situation, trying to fight their instincts but... "horrible. were you on a bad trip when you picked them out, by any chance?"

[carmelas]

THE SOPRANOS | 1x05 "College"

[hoggleswart]

location:      appleby  autumnfest,  maize  maze. for:      open  to  all.    (  @startertms  )

it  was  a  terrible  idea  right  from  the  start.  he  should’ve  known  this,  but  as  usual,  excitement  got  the  better  of  him;  the  need  to  explore  far  stronger  than  those  common  sense  instincts  trying  to  warn  him  against  entering.  justin  was  directionally  challenged  even  when  following  a  route  he’d  taken  before,  which  meant  inside  here?  the  poor  lad  didn’t  stand  a  chance.  hands  clutch  a  little  tighter  at  the  map  provided.  it’s  a  nifty,  little  thing,  he  imagines,  for  people  with  the  brain  to  read,  but  for  him,  it  might  as  well  all  be  written  in  ancient  runes.  he  turns  it  left,  right,  upside  down,  as  if  a  different  angle  might  somehow  make  the  instructions  clearer.  no  such  luck.  he’s  just  about  ready  to  give  up    (  accept  his  fate    /    doomed  to  live  out  the  remainder  of  his  life  trapped  in  these  unknown  walls,  nothing  but  the  corn  to  survive  on  )    when  foot  fall  from  behind  alerts  him  of  a  savior,  or  so  justin  hopes.  ＂  please  tell  me  you’ve  figured  the  way  outta  here.  ＂  throat  clears  and  the  former  hufflepuff  tries  to  play  it  cool,  hiding  the  desperation  in  his  voice,  though  it’s  there  in  slightly  -  wide  eyes  if  someone  looked  close  enough.  ＂  this  can’t  be  how  it  ends  for  me.  i’m  too  young,  i  have  so  much  more  to  give.  ＂

[sibylliine]

unfortunately for justin, damaris was never going to be his savior. they don't even have a map - their wandering into the maze was entirely unplanned, achieved thanks to the wicked combination of the restless feet of a drunken wix and the bored distraction of the person manning the table up front. an hour or so into the adventure that had seemed more fun when it was still semi light out, damaris remains buzzed but slightly more clear minded, and it's starting to settle in on them that they are, perhaps, a little lost. STILL : they consider themself a little too cool to panic outright. "whoa. this is... a lot-" they peer back at him, taking in the upside down map and the lack of calm collection before they hold out a hand and flex their fingers, a demand for him to hand it over without saying as much. aloud, they tell him, "i'm just walking. but if you need help, i suppose i could offer some assistance."

[ofmccnlight]

𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 silent , merely smiling over at damaris with the kind of innocence that looks too natural on her face for it to have ever been practiced . she keeps her hands clasped in front of her , gently cupping something in an offer to damaris before she deigns to give an explanation . ❝ because she might look a little frightening , but startling her means startling all of us , ❞ she says , in that light voice of hers that didn’t always match the sternest of her words . she was genuine in her warning . she was still , however , very sweet in demeanor and slow - moving by nature . lax . never threatening . it might be easy to mistake her seriousness on the subject if it were not undercut by the calm but pointed look that was hopefully conveying the message of please please please do not scream or throw her because it will be bad for all of us . ❝ you say the safeword as soon as you’re done with making friends , and i help you stop making friends , and everything moves a little more slow and steady , yeah ? ❞ finally , opened up her hands to reveal her latest acquisition : an arachnid rescued mere moments before she was sold at the muggle pet store , thought to be a strange breed of tarantula but was , in actuality , a baby acromantula . ❝ would you like to hold her ? ❞

【  (  @sibylliine​ )  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :  ❛   why do i need a safeword ?   ❜ 】

[sibylliine]

luna has an infectious sort of energy, even now. damaris finds themself drawn to her - often out of step with everyone else around them, often a half beat off the same rhythm, something deep within their marrow resonates. like recognises like, perhaps, and drives them towards brand new experiences. the magical spider held in hand is a perfect challenge, and though they can't say that they've ever been too bothered by the garden variety - how could they be, when the abandoned arcanum had become such a hub of arachnid and rodent activity ? - an acromantula is a little different. they've heard the stories about the forbidden forest enough to be wary, read enough books once upon a time to jump to the 'worst case scenario', though that's the point of the safe word, isn't it ? with every angle already thought of by the other, what do they have to worry about ? "'seems reasonable," they tell her, sucking in a breath as luna's hands open and feeling a sense of... well, to be honest, relief when their heart doesn't jump. no new fear. magical it may be, but it didn't look any different to the ones that they'd seen at the zoo. slowly, cautiously, damaris holds out their hands, giving her a nod and adding, for good measure, "lets go with cthulhu for the safe word."

[viiktorious]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: “no matter how rich and famous you are, you’ll always end up with your dick out on a slab.” / closed starter for @sibylliine ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: damaris' stall !

there's a pause after the words finally register on viktor's mind, it's comical, the way he slowly glances up at her: puppy eyed, almost silently begging her to say she's kidding; and then just BLINKS for a moment. taking it all in at the same time he hopes and prays she's only messing with him. "is that an actual prediction or just, you know, a general warning?" if it's the latter he can deal with it, he thinks. one can never be TOO careful with that part of themselves. if it's a prophetic claim then... he doesn't know what to think. this wasn't even a possibility on his mind when he decided to support damaris.

[sibylliine]

and the smile they flash up at him after half a beat of hesitation is all teeth, says : wouldn't you like to know, quidditch boy ? even though the TRUTH is that they're just doing that thing they do, sometimes, when a thought from earlier is more interesting than the current situation they find themselves in. their stall wasn't getting much of the foot traffic, and they'd had plenty of time to flick through the daily prophet reading whatever it was that caught their interest - usually the doom & gloom stuff, which made them more like their late mother than they often cared to admit. it's an observation, recalled fresh as they idly flick through their battered tarot cards, and it's unfortunate how apt it seems to be to him, but so, so funny. enough to entertain them, even if he's clearly panicked. "it ends that way for all of us, viktor," they've maybe a bit too chummy a bit too fast, with him, but the gentle pat that they give his arm is meant to be reassuring, "you know the fame and fortune doesn't spare you, right ? it's really important to me you know that."

[sibylliine]

NOX HEIGHTS featuring @hoggleswart !

[sibylliine]

NOX HEIGHTS featuring @hoggleswart !

[sibylliine]

𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 flash through daphneʻs mind , the product of one or two anger management sessions that she had sat through , but none of them being memorable enough for daphne to get a solid hold on it . she makes an attempt at it though and breathes roughly through her nose for a few a second . it smells like floo powder . it does not make her feel any better . ❝ so , what , you just . . . didnʻt SEE that one coming then ? ❞ she bites out , more snide than warranted for a simple mistake but quite possibly at the end of her rope for the week . damaris is simply unfortunate enough to get caught in the crossfires as daphne fixes them with a tight smile and wrinkle of her nose . ❝ did you know that smoking , of any kind , kills braincells ? ❞ she brushes herself off as best she can , cradling the torn bag in her hand to salvage as much of the powder left within it as she can , trying her best to untense herself as she releases a sigh . ❝ i suppose i can try and go see about a refund . . . ❞

"uh..." and it feels, to damaris, that there's a right and a wrong answer to that question, though they're not entirely sure which is which. the wheels of their mind turn round & round, a bit slower than usual for obvious reasons, and after a long moment of as much careful consideration as they're currently capable of, they offer, "no. i didn't. my bad." that's about as close to 'acknowledgement' that daphne's going to get, for now. in a few days time, they'll be appropriately abashed by their run in on the only wixen dating app & make a better effort to apologise : as it stands, they can't manage it. this is a drop in the ocean for them & a day ruining event, for daphne - they can't muster up the sort of reaction that she deserves, as much of a blessing as it is a curse when it comes to her sour attitude and their inability to take any real offense. "yeah, that's what i'm going for. you wanna try ?" they remain genuinely chipper, even going so far as to flash a friendly smile, "you won't care about a refund, anymore."

[sibylliine]

"someone that's not into quidditch." minette hums as brows subconciously furrow, everyone she had met had at least some interest in the game, even if it was just the pure anger one could put into the hit of a bludger. "well, you know . . . we have our wins here and there. it's all about the fun though, right? not the winning." she cringes at herself for that line, lips pressing into a thin line.

"i find it boring," and they just can't help but dig their heels in, a bit, just as difficult as their mother was, before them. sybill trelawney wasn't known for her tact & though damaris has rejected most of her teachings, this is the one that sticks. worse, still, is the ease with which they continue to double down. "no... like my understanding of most sports, it seems like it's mainly about the winning. i'm sure you're not the problem on your team, though."

[hcldmybroom]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tbd !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed for damaris vector - @sibylliine !! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous ."

"haven't you seen me on the pitch?" the keeper grins as she looks to the other, carefully tugging at the leather gloves on her hands to ensure they have a snug fit against her slender hands - the stitching coming apart slightly as she wraps the left around her wrists, clearly they are old and worn. "i'm a master defender of the goals and a fierce keeper if those chasers get too close."

[sibylliine]

"i'm not really into quidditch," and that's not really an answer to minette's question, but it says enough. damaris lifts their shoulders up in an easy sort of shrug, unashamed when it comes to admitting that the others life blood - their career, for merlin's sake - wasn't anything special to them, really. at least it isn't personal. "you ever win a trophy ?" they're probably making it worse, but at least they're actually interested in the answer to that one.

[laurcls]

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚝𝚘   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜   𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎   something   of   an   impossibility   eventually   .   mediwix   become   much   too   aware   of   the   side   -   effects   of   too   many   doses   of   the   wideeye   potion   .   it   doesnʻt   matter   if   theyʻre   overrun   and   understaffed   ,   no   one   is   much   help   when   they   canʻt   see   through   their   own   too   -   watery   and   too   -   red   eyes   .   even   daphne   ,   who   is   on   the   younger   end   and   usually   dependable   enough   to   work   through   many   a   long   nights   ,   gets   sent   home   eventually   .    (   and   maybe   daphne   is   getting   a   little   tired   ,   what   with   being   both   the   on   -   the   -   scene   response   and   the   one   administering   treatment   back   at   the   hospital   .   it   is   strange   to   let   her   magic   drape   over   these   people   who   might   have   flinched   to   see   her   draw   her   wand   if   they   were   back   in   school   .   it   is   tiring   to   have   spent   those   tense   first   few   moments   looking   around   for   her   sister   and   promising   to   herself   that   sheʻd   spit   in   the   potions   of   all   the   da   member   if   she   had   to   treat   astoria   at   any   point   .   ) which   is   how   daphne   ends   up   in   diagon   ,   shuffling   out   of   floo   pow   after   a   re   -   up   on   her   powder   supply   (   because   multiple   sleepless   nights   did   NOT   good   apparition   make   )   .   itʻs   the   sort   of   mindless   errand   that   sheʻs   still   capable   of   making   at   this   point   ,   movements   made   moreso   out   of   muscle   memory   than   any   true   sort   of   intention   and   with   half   -   lidded   eyes   from   a   potion   long   since   wearing   off   .   which   ,   of   course   ,   makes   it   all   the   more   difficult   for   her   to   move   out   of   the   way   when   someone   bumps   into   her   in   the   alleyway   .   and   ,   because   nothing   goes   right   after   one   too   many   shifts   ,   the   bag   of   powder   slips   down   to   the   cobblestone   and   explodes   across   both   herself   and   her   assailant   .   daphne   looks   down   at   the   mess   ,   frozen   .   a   moment   passes   .   then   another   .   and   then   ,   from   the   depths   of   her   soul   ,   comes   a   heartfelt   ,   ❝   son   of   fuc   —   ❞

[sibylliine]

"oh, man..." and they're about as sympathetic as they can be considering it's mostly their fault, comfortably high & running on just a few hours of restless sleep. they've already called in sick ( complete with fake cough ) to their shifts - markus more understanding than their knight bus supervisor, though what could he do, really ? - and only dared to step outside their shitty apartment to complete their own kind of supplies run. unluckily for daphne, their journey back had led them here, blinking down at the powder in the kind of bafflement that only their current level of substance abuse allowed. daphne's right to be incensed, but damaris is slow to reach truly 'apologetic'. "that sucks. you keep the receipt ?" they brush powder off their chest, slowly, wrinkling their nose up when the breeze catches it and threatens them with a sneeze, "i bet it wasn't cheap, huh ?"

[sibylliine]

「 ♡ 」   𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   »   currently accepting thematic headcanons & the magicians sentence starters  !

[bemyhcro]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: flourish and blotts, interior !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open to all !!

paxton had been away for over two weeks, an escape for a troubled mind in the highlands of scotland, only getting back in the early hours of the morning. it was evident that he hadn't slept, the bags under his eyes growing darker with each step he takes around the book shop - he was searching for a new read, something to keep him from the nightmares that he succumbed to in his slumber. holding two novels in his hands, the obliviator looks to the nearest person before accosting them. "which do you prefer?"

[sibylliine]

"shit, man... i don't know," they have the audacity to look like they're being accosted, too ; their sudden halt looks unnatural and, to boot, they give him a kind of stranger danger, deer in headlights sort of look. they're just tired. maybe a little strung out. being caught up in the most current event of recent months allows them to be both, though they're definitely starting to veer into 'taking advantage' territory. "i'm not much of a reader," bit of a lie, but the easiest one to give if they want a quick exit, "the left ?"

[sibylliine]

the usual discomfort at being perceived does NOT come when he's recognized, instead he offers a gentle smile. "yeah, that's my name... yours?" he's already walking towards them, one hand outstretched for them to take if they wish to do so, just in case there was a need for an equally drunk but steadier hand. he can hear the cheers from other people in the background, and he can guess it's almost time to head back down and continue giving his liver a hard time. "wanna come with? i have my wallet now, can invite you a drink or two if you haven't tapped out yet."

"damaris," they tell him, misreading the offer of a steadying hand as a formal greeting and gripping it more as a handshake than anything else, "you're, like... really important. i didn't think that important people got drunk with riff raff." not that they consider themself to BE riff raff, per se, but there's a definite wage gap between them both that in damaris' mind dictates viktor be sipping on expensive whiskey's from equally expensive tumblers while they down a solo cup of jungle juice. there's just a novelty to all this that they can't ignore. "you know what, viktor ?" they delight in his name, or more accurately the feeling that they could be on a first name basis, and smile widely back at him, "i'd really like that. and just between you and me, i've got half a joint in my back pocket that you're more than welcome to share, so..."

[viiktorious]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: closed starter for @sibylliine ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the camping grounds !

a little bit MORE drunk than he was willing to admit and in severe need of a five minutes break from the celebrations viktor had made his way towards his ( and niko's ) shared tent to look for his wallet. maybe NOT his wisest idea, since he was known to be a little bit too generous with his galleons once enough alcohol was on his system but... that will be a problem for the future. it's as he's making his way back that he hears some rustling near his tent and as he turns around comes face to face with someone else. "oh, hey... sorry, almost didn't see you there..." his tone is friendly, which is already NOT common coming from him, but also not too rare considering the circumstances. "...you alright?"

[sibylliine]

there was really NO other option for them, at this point in time. their last ditch effort to lessen the weight on their chest and stop the world from spinning was finding a nicely isolated spot and emptying the contents of their stomach with the hope that they weren't too close to anyone's tent when they managed it. this is damaris, post all that, stumbling out from between two temporary homes and blinking rapidly in the sudden light, their eyes taking a moment to adjust. their automatic, "yeah, man. i'm fuckin' great-" accompanied by a sloppy peace symbol and a real time, dawning realisation of, "hey... aren't you viktor krum?"