rome was also built on ruins...

Rita Skeeter. 27. Former Ravenclaw. Journalist. Loyal to whomever pays. RP: August 1978

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It’s hard to explain the attraction I feel towards him. There’s times when I can’t seem to get him out of my head but there are also those times when I am absorbed by my negative thoughts and I’m reminded why I don’t deserve him. In my eyes he’s mere perfection. He’s a breath of fresh air. I have never been so attracted to someone before. It frightens me how vulnerable I become whenever he comes around but I wouldn’t change it.

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No Where to Run, No Place to Hide || Anastasia & Rita

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Rita skimmed her fingers discreetly along the wall as she walked down the alley, sure in her movements yet muttering to herself all the same, spells to protect her and hide her from the prying eyes of the sheep just at the entrance of the street. The cold and the wet made her rib cage ache from what had been recently done to it, but she supposed it was enough of a reminder of what she had done in her haze of self-derision and a need to ground herself.

It had not taken her long to find this place, not after digging into the sources both she and Tarquin used frequently, though he was never acknowledged to anyone outside of being a “refutable source.” She trusted his information as much as she loathed receiving it, loved receiving it. A never-ending cycle of beneficial need and codependency borne of almost a decade of being in one another’s presence nearly allowed her to go on his word alone. Nearly. 

She still had to be sure, wanted to know for herself that she had been right, that her hard work and diligence has paid off…her head whipped up from where she had idly been running a finger along the brickwork and a smirk painted her red lips at the familiar silhouette she saw working its way towards her through the rain. Annie Nott. The blonde nodded her head at the other reporter curtly, watching as she shook out her hair and its mass billowed out around her face. 

They did not work together, were generally only tolerant of one another as far as their professional dispositions went. Otherwise, they had had no real connection. This meeting did not come as a surprise, however, nor did Mrs. Nott’s try at professional courtesy. Rita matched her considering look with one of her own, the smirk still twisting her lips to something beautifully threatening. 

“Annie. The same could be asked of you, though I think we both know the answer. But, no, I suppose this isn’t a section of town either of us should be seen lurking. Who knows what trouble we could get up to, hm?” 

Stepping back triumphantly, as she had continued trailing her fingers along the brick and found the section she had been looking for, Rita gestured for the other reporter to share in the spoils. Yes, they were competitive, but what wasn’t a bit of common courtesy between colleagues every now and again?

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[missanastasianott]

The ring was intense. People all over the world seemed to be missing. One by one. But no one really made the connections because it would happen randomly and intermittently. Recently, however, the people who were running the ring seemed to be getting sloppy with their actions, tending to take a few more at a time. It was all so devastating.

Those who knew about it were trying to keep it hushed. Having the general public all in a panic was not something that the news media needed. The problem was keeping people safe during that time. Small amounts of patrols were sent out later at night and incognito more often. Lurking in shadows and eying anything suspicious, usually only to find out that there was nothing going on that was in need of checking out.

The enchantment upon Annie made looking through the rain unusual. She cocked her head to the side as she gazed upon Rita. “It is not safe out here in this part of the world. But you know that.” She let out a small smile before sighing. “This thing is getting out of control. And they are covering everything up for now.” Her hands lightly drifted up towards her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. 

“This is more serious than the both of us realise.” Small wrinkle lines appeared in her forehead, concentration lines. “Maybe you should go.” So what if it was an attempt to work the case alone. But then she quickly thought better of it. “Or maybe we could go in this together… Find out where the real head is. Go in.” It was a terrible plan. But it was something that they couldn’t do alone. Together. Annie was going to have to get used to that. Maybe she could. She could do it.

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Rita listened and nodded along to the other woman’s words, the severity of the situation making her lose her usual sarcasm. People were disappearing. Women. Tourists, locals, it didn’t seem to matter. Not to them Muggle and Wizard as well, though far be it from the smugglers to know the difference. All they saw was a young, pretty profit. 

And that was why she and Annie were here. 

Both were good at what they did, maybe too good. Both knew the risks, and yet they were here. Alone. Together. The ring was growing, those who ran it spreading its disease like a plague upon the city. They had kept it relatively quite but the frequency of the disappearances had grown, proportional to a business on the boom. 

It would only be a matter of time before the public found out, only a matter of time before their chance to stop this became nothing more than sand slipping between their fingertips. 

Rita snorted at the other woman’s jibe. “Not bloody likely. We’re together now, Nott, whether either one of us likes it. We both want the credit but we’ll have to figure that out afterwards, now, won’t we?” A hint of something washed over her, realization or bitterness, she wasn’t exactly sure. But Rita knew that what Annie was suggesting could not be done alone. 

Infiltrate the ring. Learn who was running the show. Get in, get out. 

Risky. Dangerous. But, oh, wouldn’t it be glorious? 

“Now, how do you suppose we get ourselves taken, hmm?”

@missanastasianott

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Rita couldn’t help the smile that continued to tug at her lips, even in the face of the dark-haired man’s annoyance. She knew she probably shouldn’t be laughing; Severus was a formidable wizard, even though she was quite a bit older than him, and Rita knew he could do damage if need be. 

And, yet, the growling threat seemed to lose all heat when he rolled his eyes. Really, the reporter felt like she could continue her playful teasing for quite a bit before he grew too agitated but she supposed, just this once, she wouldn’t push her luck. 

Rita stood in front of him, head tilted in consideration as she listened to him mutter to himself about the Malfoys and their insistent need to fix what he deemed perfectly suitable. Yes his flat was small, even cold at times, but he held what he deemed valuable. It was the most anyone could ask for, Rita knew, and could not fathom why someone would wish to change that, even if they used their status and wealth to do so.

The blonde crinkled her brow together when a picture was shoved into her face, an indignant huff breaking through despite the curve of a smile that had planted itself on her face while he grumbled. She broke eye contact and curled her fingers around the frame, studying the picture a moment before fishing her wand from its sleeve and reversing the enchantment. 

Rita handed the picture back after a moment longer, a sly, considering look crossing her face. The corners of her eyes crinkled when she said, good naturedly, “There, that one’s fixed. Now, you’ll have to work a tad harder to get the others reversed. I’m enjoying myself far too much to worry about what Lucius or Narcissa Malfoy would say about your having a few flowers in your hair.” 

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A sigh of relief escaped Severus’s lips as he snatched the picture back, looking it over carefully.  The flowers were gone, and it didn’t look as if anything else had been tampered with.  Perhaps he was more intimidating than the other Death Eaters gave him credit for.  Skeeter certainly wasn’t a push-over, not usually anyway.  

His eyes narrowed at her next comment, however, and he grit his teeth.  Of course there was more.  There was always more with her.  He emphatically placed the picture back on his desk, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the bare room.  He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, his stare never breaking from Rita’s snarky grin.  The flower crowns on his portraits were certainly not just “a few flowers” in his hair.  The portrait above Rita’s shoulder of him in front of the Malfoy’s fireplace, an unfortunate gift that Narcissa had managed to magically seal to the wall so Severus couldn’t take it down, was currently clawing at his head in an effort to remove the cheery pink infection from his head with little success.  

“What do you want Skeeter.”  His statement came out cold, but calm.  This was irritating and annoying and Severus was not going to be able to stand more of it before retaliating.

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Rita smirked, the curl of her lip suggesting that she had won, for now. 

“That’s the spirit, Severus. Now, I need to know if you’d be willing to attend a...gala of sorts. For professional purposes of course. My...usual accomplice has turned me down and I can think of now one better to prowl around with.” 

The reporter supposed that she could have simply asked him to meet with her, discuss his opinion on the matter. But, then, where could the fun in that be? This way she could muck up a few portraits, see the Slytherin turn that lovely shade of red, and get a few laughs at her own expense. 

Yes, he was a Death Eater and yes he could very well hex her into next Tuesday if she refused his requests further, but she suspected it need not go that far. And she was able to take care of herself if it did. 

Rita crossed her arms, waiting for him to mull over his decision, head cocked to the side and a sly smile reaching her eyes. He wanted his portraits fixed, this was the favor she asked for in return. Simple really. 

Except she was sure that Severus Snape was possibly one of the most uncivilized of the Death Eaters, as Pureblood society standards held. 

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                 BOOK STARTERS [18] ( AFTER DARK ) ( HARUKI MURAKAMI )

❛ In this world, there are things you can only do alone. ❜

❛ What seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else. ❜

❛ If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. ❜

❛ Why should you be interested in me? ❜

❛ I have been told I’ve got a darkish personality. A few times. ❜

❛ It’s not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There’s shadowy middle ground. ❜

❛ I’ll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel. ❜

❛ The spotlight doesn’t suit me. I’m more of a side dish. ❜

❛ The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.  ❜

❛ So once you’re dead there’s just nothing? ❜

❛ If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality. ❜

❛ Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? ❜

❛ Nobody can shake off their own shadow. ❜

❛ The silence is so deep it hurts. ❜

❛ I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. ❜

❛ Killing time is one of my specialities. ❜

❛ You can’t fight it. ❜

❛ Tell me something,—do you believe in reincarnation? ❜

❛ I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it. ❜

❛ I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner.  ❜

❛ I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. ❜

❛ I can’t take it any more, I can’t go on any more. ❜

❛ You don’t really have it together. ❜

❛ Is it against the law for me to know it? ❜

❛ I keep having the same dream. ❜

❛ Are you asking because you really want an answer? ❜

❛ I hate this! I don’t want to be changed this way! ❜

❛ No contradictions, no irony. They do everything according to numerical formulas. ❜

❛ Want to hear the rest? If you’re not interested, I can stop. ❜

❛ If I didn’t have these memories inside me, I would’ve snapped a long time ago. I would’ve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. ❜

[dailynovels]

— City of Fallen Angels, Cassandra Clare

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No Where to Run, No Place to Hide || Anastasia & Rita

It was all about the chase and the story. What was the next big thing that would become the headlining story? Annie was always on the hunt for the next big thing. She had to inform the public of the truth. They deserved to know. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was the cold hard blunt truth. Some thought the news writer was too vulgar for the general public, but she thought that if one couldn’t handle the truth, they couldn’t handle the real world. There was nothing better than a fresh headline. And the blonde was hot on the trails of her next story.

Rain pounded against the pavement as Anastasia walked briskly down the street, her eyes trained on the wall. A small enchantment was cast over her head as too not get wet, but the hood of her jacket was still tight over her golden locks, a face in secrecy. Thin lips muttered spells over and over, waiting for the reveal of anything that she could find. All the clues that she had hunted down and all of the people that she had interviewed led her to this exact place. Small, delicate fingers skimmed the surface of the beaten down brick wall.

Annie was so in her own world that she didn’t happen to see the other blonde nearby, the only person examining the wall at the same time as her. Subtle. They were both being subtle as to not turn heads in the direction of the trafficking horde. She knew that face. Rita. Competition. Of course someone else would be hot on the trail, but Annie figured she had a little more time on her hands before someone else came searching for the secret passageway. 

Upon getting closer, Annie pulled her hood down, her hair shaking out of it’s confinement and falling around her shoulders. “Rita. What a pleasant surprise seeing you here. What are you doing on this sound of town? It really isn’t somewhere that people like us would normally be seen.” Her small head cocked to the side, awaiting a response, but already knowing the answer to her question.

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Rita skimmed her fingers discreetly along the wall as she walked down the alley, sure in her movements yet muttering to herself all the same, spells to protect her and hide her from the prying eyes of the sheep just at the entrance of the street. The cold and the wet made her rib cage ache from what had been recently done to it, but she supposed it was enough of a reminder of what she had done in her haze of self-derision and a need to ground herself.

It had not taken her long to find this place, not after digging into the sources both she and Tarquin used frequently, though he was never acknowledged to anyone outside of being a “refutable source.” She trusted his information as much as she loathed receiving it, loved receiving it. A never-ending cycle of beneficial need and codependency borne of almost a decade of being in one another’s presence nearly allowed her to go on his word alone. Nearly. 

She still had to be sure, wanted to know for herself that she had been right, that her hard work and diligence has paid off...her head whipped up from where she had idly been running a finger along the brickwork and a smirk painted her red lips at the familiar silhouette she saw working its way towards her through the rain. Annie Nott. The blonde nodded her head at the other reporter curtly, watching as she shook out her hair and its mass billowed out around her face. 

They did not work together, were generally only tolerant of one another as far as their professional dispositions went. Otherwise, they had had no real connection. This meeting did not come as a surprise, however, nor did Mrs. Nott’s try at professional courtesy. Rita matched her considering look with one of her own, the smirk still twisting her lips to something beautifully threatening. 

“Annie. The same could be asked of you, though I think we both know the answer. But, no, I suppose this isn’t a section of town either of us should be seen lurking. Who knows what trouble we could get up to, hm?” 

Stepping back triumphantly, as she had continued trailing her fingers along the brick and found the section she had been looking for, Rita gestured for the other reporter to share in the spoils. Yes, they were competitive, but what wasn’t a bit of common courtesy between colleagues every now and again?

@missanastasianott

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The blonde smirked, hiding her laughter behind her hand. She had been so very bored, her writing not up to what she wanted it to be. She couldn’t help it, truly. She supposed it was a tad cruel to enchant all of his portraits but they did him such good.

“Oh Severus don’t be so frightfully dull. The flowers make you look so dashing.”

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Severus scowled, crossing his arms in front of him.  His eyes narrowed, but a small part of him knew he couldn’t stay annoyed at Skeeter too long.  Not when she had that challenging glint in her eye.  Rest assured he would have his revenge on her soon enough.  

“I’m going to dash you across the floor of my flat if you don’t turn them all back this instant.”  He rolled his eyes and turned to pick up a photo of Severus taken at his graduation.  “The only bloody reason I even have these up is to appease Lucius or Narcissa when they bother me at my house.  I was tired of hearing them go on about how drab my flat was.  It’s my bloody flat, I should do as I please…”  Severus was mumbling to himself now, but he thrust the photo in Rita’s face.  

“And I do not want either of them to get any ideas for their next gala, Skeeter.”  

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Rita couldn’t help the smile that continued to tug at her lips, even in the face of the dark-haired man’s annoyance. She knew she probably shouldn’t be laughing; Severus was a formidable wizard, even though she was quite a bit older than him, and Rita knew he could do damage if need be. 

And, yet, the growling threat seemed to lose all heat when he rolled his eyes. Really, the reporter felt like she could continue her playful teasing for quite a bit before he grew too agitated but she supposed, just this once, she wouldn’t push her luck. 

Rita stood in front of him, head tilted in consideration as she listened to him mutter to himself about the Malfoys and their insistent need to fix what he deemed perfectly suitable. Yes his flat was small, even cold at times, but he held what he deemed valuable. It was the most anyone could ask for, Rita knew, and could not fathom why someone would wish to change that, even if they used their status and wealth to do so.

The blonde crinkled her brow together when a picture was shoved into her face, an indignant huff breaking through despite the curve of a smile that had planted itself on her face while he grumbled. She broke eye contact and curled her fingers around the frame, studying the picture a moment before fishing her wand from its sleeve and reversing the enchantment. 

Rita handed the picture back after a moment longer, a sly, considering look crossing her face. The corners of her eyes crinkled when she said, good naturedly, “There, that one’s fixed. Now, you’ll have to work a tad harder to get the others reversed. I’m enjoying myself far too much to worry about what Lucius or Narcissa Malfoy would say about your having a few flowers in your hair.” 

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modern shakespeare: lady macbeth, macbeth  [natalie dormer]

“Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty!”

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Show A Little Skin Meme

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage ✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms ❉ - Stretching their arms up, showing their midriff ❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back ❧ - Hiking up their skirt / pant leg, showing off some leg and/or thigh ❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist ❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders ❀  - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else

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The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

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Star Trek: Enterprise  {Sentence Starter}

“I never got the impression you cared that much about humans.”

“You’re going to shoot a bug?”

“No, no, I’d like to stay and see what happens.”

“Remind me to stop trying to help people.”

“But whatever’s going on with you lately, I’ve had enough.”

“I’ve always been much better at avoiding farewells than giving them.”

“Seems like you were always finding something new to complain about.”

“You aren’t saying much tonight. Don’t tell me you’re still upset.”

“You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself from knocking you on your ass.”

“It goes without saying that you’re going to encounter the unexpected.”

“You’re good at building things. I’m good at blowing them up.”

“I’m getting real sick of being cut off.”

“Are you passing through or is there something I can help you with?”

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’m not here to steal your secrets. It would hardly be worth the effort.”

“Am I sensing concern? Last I checked, that was considered an emotion.”

“Take your cynicism and bury it with your repressed emotions.”

“Are you implying that I’m attracted to you?”

“When you come up with a plan which doesn’t involve blowing ourselves up, I’ll be a little more enthusiastic.”

“Well, I don’t particularly like the way YOU smell, either.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“We should have heard something by now. What if they failed?”

“You know, your voice is tensing up. That’s a dead giveaway.”

“It’s ridiculous to assume that those events are going to happen.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with those?”

“I think you’re mistaken about who’s attracted to whom.”

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Nightmare they had involving them:

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Desire from them right at this moment:

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I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty When I’m out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy Can’t change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

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My favorite emo 🌹

Alright, whoever decided it would be a good idea to enchant flower crowns onto my portraits can kindly fix them all back.  And once I find out who has done it can be assured the next time they try to enter my flat they will find themselves in a painful situation.  

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The blonde smirked, hiding her laughter behind her hand. She had been so very bored, her writing not up to what she wanted it to be. She couldn’t help it, truly. She supposed it was a tad cruel to enchant all of his portraits but they did him such good.

“Oh Severus don’t be so frightfully dull. The flowers make you look so dashing.”

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Rita Skeeter is back, bitches.

Mind your P’s and Q’s.