#declaration

[hyalinemin]

[howifeltabouthim]

' . . . there's no woman in this world, in your entire lifetime, who's wanted you as much as I want you.'

Maya Kessler, from Rosenfeld

[choupistickfaitdesbetises]

“Do you follow what your heart dictates in all circumstances?

- Yes, there will always be consequences no matter what. I think they are worse if we don't listen to each other.

Armie in JDD 02/2018

[umbralmarquis]

On Why Resistance Is the Only Form of Flattery I Accept

Warning: Not hypnotic. Not safe for fragile minds. Enter only if you can hold your own thoughts. Villains do not offer rescue.

Enter with clarity. Or don’t.

✦ ᚺ ᚢ ᚲ ᚺ ✦

People flatter in two ways: with their words, and with their collapse.

Both are useless to me.

Obedience is cheap. Anyone can fall into a trance if they’re tired, lonely, or naïve enough to trust the wrong voice. There is no artistry in guiding someone who wants to be guided. No revelation in watching a mind already half-asleep drift the rest of the way down.

But resistance— ah, that is different.

Resistance is a declaration: “I see you.” “I see the pressure you apply.” “I feel the pull you create.” “And I choose not to fall.”

Most minds never reach this point. They scatter, panic, rationalize, or obediently sink without question. Their resistance is chaotic—fear, not strength.

But the mind that resists with intention? That is a masterpiece.

When someone steadies their breath, anchors their thoughts, feels the vector of my words and refuses to follow— that is the closest thing to a compliment I will ever accept.

Not because they deny me. But because they prove that my influence is real enough to require defending against. Without tension, there is no structure. Without structure, no meaning. And without meaning, power turns to ash.

Resistance tells me I am interacting with someone awake. Someone aware. Someone capable of choosing.

They shape their walls with precision, not desperation. A mind that can resist me properly is a mind that can understand me properly. And that is infinitely more valuable than obedience.

I do not want worship. I want opposition worthy of the effort.

A mind that falls instantly is a mirror. A mind that resists is a door.

And doors, unlike mirrors, can be opened— slowly, deliberately, beautifully.

So resist. Flatter me.

✦ᛉJuliusᛇ✦

[sensepi]

We just finished one war....and there's another one coming....

Who said we were finished

The poll hasn’t even ended yet

We are multitasking 2 WARS BABY

[fuck-garlic]

Hi genuine question, what do you dislike about garlic? Is it the taste or just a general annoyance about garlic?

I am very curious, please do not take this as an attack by a garlic lover, I believe we can both live in harmony loving or hating garlic

i admire your courage and your kindness.

garlic stinks, garlic does not taste good, garlic stains the air after it is gone, garlic is a negative existence. i do not want to see garlic, i do not want to touch garlic, i do not want to smell garlic, i do not want to taste garlic, and yet the alliumheads demand it be in every dish, in every sauce, in every kitchen. we at the narlic (no garlic) nation refuse this stance

it is the garlic 'lovers' who must next do the work to open their hearts. until then, the narlic nation will continue to declare our beliefs loud and proud and without fear of dismissal or vampire accusation

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Declaration

@jegulus-microfic March 27, Word count 452

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Regulus had been delegated to Slytherin watch. He was not pleased by this decision. It meant he couldn’t spend as much time with James as he had been. He missed him. He was even beginning to miss the chaos in Gryffindor Tower. All this soured his mood. His friends had been treading on eggshells for the past week and a half. 

Barty was sitting on his bed, scratching at his head. The bald spots Dorcas had left him were now regrowing the removed hair, and apparently it was itchy. 

“If you don’t stop that incessant noise, I will burn the hair from your head!” He spat through gritted teeth. Barty opened his mouth to say something back, but Evan’s hand slammed into his mouth, knocking him backwards onto the bed. Evan landed on top of him, his momentum taking him with Barty just as Pandora entered the room. She looked at the scene before her. 

“Aww, I’m glad you two finally caught up with the universe’s plan. You’re very cute together,” Her smile was dazzling as she snuggled into Regulus’s side. Barty and Evan stared, open-jawed at her declaration. Evan suddenly jumped up and strode out of the room. Barty leapt up and chased after him. 

“You sure know how to clear a room, Panda,” Regulus chuckled fondly at his friend. She beamed at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. She always knew things before they did. It was eerie how correct her predictions were. An idea struck him. “Pandora, do you know if we all keep Remus’s secret and become animagi?” He watched as Pandora’s eyes glazed over, as though she was looking at something that none of them could see. It took ten long minutes for her to come back to Earth. She blinked and then she was there. 

“Yes, it all works out. You have the most adorable paws, by the way, and Barty does not like his hair,” Regulus had never heard her speak so clearly. 

“But everything works out right? No one breaks their word?” She shook her head. 

“Nope, in this case, everything will be fine,” 

“Can you tell me what I turn into?” he asked. Adorable paws did not sound like a proud lion at all. A mischievous grin spread across Pandora’s face. 

“Nope,” she said, popping the p and booping Regulus’s nose. He blinked, taken aback. Pandora got up and swept from the room. Regulus sat there for a few moments going over what she’d said in his head until it clicked that now he could go spend time with James. He grabbed his things and flew out of the door. Racing towards Gryffindor Tower, where he hoped James was waiting for him. 

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