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The Blind Blood Best Guess Fest - Reveals!

We've done it again! A Tomarrymort fest in which our writers anonymously submit a story and guess who wrote what! This time, the theme is all things BLOOD AND/OR WINE.

These authors have used all manner of wily tricks to avoid detection, including but not limited to bluffs, double-bluffs, imitation, gaslighting, manipulation, bribery, or general miscreant behavior.

But the time has come for our authors to drop their masks and proudly claim their beautiful, bloody, and sometimes slightly tipsy work!

Greenest when groves are gaunt by @cindle-writes Word count: 5000 Rated: M

When Voldemort starts coughing up white holly petals, he is in serious denial about what it means… …until he can no longer ignore the potentially fatal implications. A Hanahaki disease AU

A stunning subversion in the Harrymort Hanahaki world in which Voldemort is the one with Hanahaki.

Redacted Hogwarts Parchmentwork by @theladygia Word count: 876 Rated: E

An excerpt from the parchmentwork of Alastor Moody¹, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor 1994-95, later discovered and annotated by Professor Severus Snape on 31 October, 1996 as he polished off his second bottle of elven-made wine².

¹Read this fic. ²Read this fic.

Red Hair, Red Eyes by @gryphonfeather Word count: 2361 Rated: M

Ginny does not cope well with having Tom ripped out of her. She drags Harry down with her.

Fics that make you howl and bark and roll on the ground.

Separated from Thee let me never be by @vdoshu Word count: 727 Rated: M

“Lord, I give unto you my devotion. I am Your mouth, I am Your hand, I am Your vessel upon the world.”

Never been so into religion. And religion has never been so into Harry!

Spice by @cannibalinc Word count: 1260 Rated: Not Rated

After his resurrection, Lord Voldemort finds himself craving blood. But none of the blood that his followers provide can satisfy him.

Picking up notes of tortured hero-boy in this wine.

And special mention to @the-wig-is-a-metaphor and @cindle-writes for tying for the most correct guesses!

Thank you so much to our writers for creating these lovely stories! Each is a delight in its own bloody, grapey way!

Banners and fest title art created by @cannibalinc.

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Fit for a (little) King

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Royalty'. wc: 100

“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” Draco said.

One table over, a blond toddler was chattering giddily at a nonplussed Pansy, his fingers and cheeks sticky with plum sauce and a gold paper crown balanced precariously on his head.

“Scorpius isn’t going to forget this,” Draco added petulantly.

Harry snorted, sniping Draco’s remaining chips and stuffing them in his mouth. “Please. As if you weren’t absolutely insufferable at his age, even without the crown.”

Draco opened his mouth. Then he shut it again just as quickly without a word, his cheeks colouring slightly.

“Or…did you have a crown?”

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Renovations

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Treasure'. wc: 150

“There could be spiders.”

“There are definitely spiders,” Harry agrees while eyeing the wall’s dimensions.

“There could be ghouls.”

Harry snorts, recalling a ghoul posing as a Ron afflicted with spattergroit, several years ago. “Ghouls aren’t so bad,” he says mildly as he takes aim.

“There could be—I don’t know—something with too many eyes. And hair. And warts. And mucus membranes—eugh, Harry, did you hear me? Mucus membranes. And—and—”

Harry fires off a Blasting Curse, taking down the first wall of the day. Behind him, Draco shouts in alarm, though as planned, the demolition debris collapses only within the prepared bounds.

“There could be all sorts of horrible things hidden in the walls!” Draco insists, smacking Harry’s shoulder for emphasis. “In the floors!”

Harry thinks of his old room at the Dursleys’, and the loose floorboard beneath his bed. He turns toward Draco with a smile. “Or we’ll find treasures.”

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Toward the Fire

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Candlelight'. wc: 150

When Harry arrives and sees the flickering orange light through the first floor window—when he pushes open the front door and hears the explosive coughing upstairs—

It’s instinct. A bellowed ‘Accio’, tonight’s takeaway tossed aside as he swings a leg over his beloved Firebolt, the adrenaline as he races toward the fire—

—and into the upstairs bathroom, where he finds not a raging inferno and billowing clouds of suffocating smoke, but rather a miserable-looking Draco in the bath surrounded by bubbles and at least fifty candles.

Harry stumbles to a stop. His throat immediately starts tickling from all the clashing scents, and he chokes a little.

“This is your fault,” Draco says, flinging a wad of bubbles at Harry. His eyes are streaming. His voice sounds raw. “You called my candle collection ‘excessive.’”

“Draco—”

“I hate you,” Draco adds, sniffling pathetically. “Get in the bath and make me feel better.”

[iamnmbr3]

Lucius: That's enough Draco! I cannot stand hearing about Harry Potter for even one more minute.

Voldemort: I have returned. Now. About Harry Potter-

Lucius: Damnit.

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Change of Plans

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Time Loop'. wc: 150

Harry entered Madam Malkin’s shop, knowing what awaited him. Still, seeing the small pointy-faced blond boy standing on a footstool while a witch pinned his first-year robes was like being stabbed in the gut.

“I can’t do it,” Harry said firmly.

The witch startled and dropped her pins. The boy’s head whipped around, eyes narrowed.

“My father’s next door buying books, and Mother’s up the street….”

Harry squared his shoulders. “I know we agreed, I know we said we had to try not to change too much too fast, but—I won’t.” His hands were shaking, so he shoved them into his pockets to still them, and continued, softer, “Draco, I can’t hate you again.”

Draco’s gaze darted to the clock on the wall, then back toward Harry. “We have ten minutes until I need to meet my parents.”

Harry smiled grimly. “We’ve managed with less before. Let’s make a plan.”

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Compelling

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Disrobe'. wc: 100

Draco was suffering through his third draft when the door to his study opened. He was peripherally aware of Harry entering.

“Yes, I am still working on the speech,” he said without looking up. “No, I still don’t need your help, and no, I don’t want any interruptions.”

There was a soft thwump, the sound of heavy cloth hitting floorboards.

Draco looked up.

Harry was methodically removing his Quidditch robes. Sweat curled his hair around his ears. His white undershirt clung to his chest.

Draco’s mouth went dry, and his quill tumbled from his fingers.

“You make a compelling argument.”

[wordsnstuff]

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*GE* Barn 2 (Dairy Focus)

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*GE* Catacombs

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*GE* Egyptian Pyramids

Elevator

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*GE* GLOBAL WARMING (dystopian)

Grocery Store

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High School Hallway

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*GE* Mindscape (Mind Magic)

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*GE* Spaceport

*GE* Spaceship

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Swamp

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*GE* Trailer

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*GE* Tropical Island City

Urban Street

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Woods at Night

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[vdoshu]

Microfic: Holding Hands

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Eerie'. wc: 295

“‘It’ll be like old times,’” Draco said in clipped tones, the third time he’d repeated Harry's words since leaving Minerva’s office.

A sidelong glance revealed just how tightly his thin lips were pressed together: they were all but invisible.

Draco continued, “We shouldn’t have been in the Forbidden Forest then, as eleven-year-olds in detention, nor should we be here now. Just because I happen to have a job title doesn’t mean that this place is any less deadly to whomever’s daft enough to go traipsing around at night.”

“If it’s any consolation, Voldemort was in the forest that night,” Harry said quietly. “Whatever this is, it won’t be as bad as that.” Still, he couldn’t deny the fact that his skin had been crawling ever since they’d both stepped foot into the woods some ten minutes earlier. That it had been the centaurs who had alerted the Headmistress to the ‘evil’ that was present—that they'd asked a human for help at all—added another layer of unease over the whole matter.

“Strangely, that doesn’t actually help, no.”

Something called out from the darkness, a guttural, rasping sound. Leaves were stirred up around their ankles, the air buffeting them heavy and warm.

Harry suddenly found his hand being gripped tightly. Next to him, Draco had gone completely stiff, the whites of his eyes bright as he stared out into the night.

Harry squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Draco spun to face him. He looked at Harry, then dropped his gaze to their clasped hands. He looked back up, lips parted, and what little colour he had in his cheeks drained away.

“Draco, I—”

“Don’t,” Draco interrupted, his voice strained, not meeting his eye. Harry made to argue, but Draco wasn’t finished speaking.

“That’s not my hand.”

[romanceyourdemons]

first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

[romanceyourdemons]

second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all

[romanceyourdemons]

third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below

[romanceyourdemons]

fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?

[romanceyourdemons]

fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves

[romanceyourdemons]

sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it

[romanceyourdemons]

seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him

[romanceyourdemons]

eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night

[romanceyourdemons]

ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him

[romanceyourdemons]

tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk

[romanceyourdemons]

eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important

[romanceyourdemons]

twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go

[romanceyourdemons]

thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme

[romanceyourdemons]

fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader

[romanceyourdemons]

fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that

[romanceyourdemons]

sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why

[sepiascissors]

Critical background info on our beloved second century warlord

[kittycatcarla]

Image description: Screenshot of another set of posts by OP:

"jesus christ where'd all these people reading my silly little warlord posts come from"

"anyways i'm glad so many people like my warlord guy, his name is huang mi (styled yuzhi) and he's like that all the time. he has a big scar on his thigh from fucking up a sword dance. he hates being wet and has never owned or sought to own an umbrella. his favourite colour is orange, but his men didn't want to wear that colour so now their uniforms are red but it's not like he minds that much right it's just a uniform just a stupid uniform. whatever. he has a recurring nightmare where he keeps mispelling his own name, and he wakes up screaming every time. with his advice his lord has never lost a battle"

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[cannibalinc]

speaking of twink Tom

Harry: How did Voldemort get so many followers during the first war? Dumbledore: He was a master at manipulation, blackmail and torture. Through fear, he could make you do terrible, terrible things. The pensieve archives:

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Found

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Found'. wc: 456 | cw: MCD

“Found you!” Scorpius shrieked in giddy delight.

“You did,” Draco said, unable to help his smile as he stood up from where he’d been crouched for the past fifteen minutes. “You’re much better at this game than I am.”

“Again, again!”

“How about you go down to the kitchen to count,” Harry said, stepping into the room from the hallway. He leaned against the doorframe, and when Scorpius launched himself at Harry for a hug, he went ‘Oof!’ dramatically.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes, you go down to the kitchen and sneak some biscuits while I look for a new hiding place that you haven’t discovered yet.”

The words were hardly out of Draco’s mouth before Scorpius was through the doorway and out of sight, laughter ringing out behind him.

Harry watched him go. Only once Scorpius must have been down the stairs did he step into the room and meet Draco’s gaze.

“You don’t need to do this, you know,” Harry said softly, approaching until they were standing face to face.

“Of course I do,” Draco retorted. “He’s my son.”

Harry sighed heavily. “I know. I just—he doesn’t understand yet, not really. I’m worried that it’ll make it harder….”

“Potter.” Draco frowned at the hard edge he heard in his own voice, and softened it to say, “Harry. I trust you to handle it, like you have everything else so far. You know what it was like to grow up without your parents. I know you’ll do what’s right for Scorpius.”

Harry’s lip trembled until he bit it. He raised a hand and hesitated, letting it hang in the air for long seconds before setting it firmly on the portrait frame next to Draco.

“At least you’ve learned to stop touching the canvas,” Draco said drily. “Cleaning Charms can only do so much when it comes to the skin’s natural oils.”

Harry abruptly sucked in a breath and looked up at the ceiling with too-bright eyes. In a strangled voice, he said, “Try the fruit bowl, with the apples. It’s in the conservatory next to that stack of your dad’s peacock sketches. I don’t think Scorpius remembers there are paintings in there.”

Draco waited to see if Harry would say anything more, but he only turned away, still looking up. After several moments had passed, Draco cleared his throat, and mentally mapped out the circuitous route he’d need to take to reach the conservatory: through the landscapes in the hallway, between the ancestors in the gallery, a mad dash across the floral studies that lined the main staircase….

He was just about to step out of his frame when Harry’s voice stopped him.

“And Draco?” A pause. “I’m glad I found you too.”

[spindrifters]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I read your Ted x Andromeda story and loved it. Do you have recs for other Ted x Andromeda fics you like?

thank you so much, that means a lot 💕 I'm unfortunately not the authority with tedromeda fic because I tend to be kind of picky with how people write them. (which, you know, they're effectively oc's with some broad canon strokes so it makes sense that people's mileage varies.) but maybe @thistlecatfics has some good recs?

[thistlecatfics]

Heck yes I do!

Turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black, @ink-splotch (8.3k) 

“When her little cousin Sirius got disowned too, years later, Andromeda sent him a fruit basket.”

This fic was so big and so brilliant and the world building is so excellent. It made me cry. I had to triple check the word count in putting it here because it seems so much longer because it’s just so rich with life and detail. 

War, or Peace, or Whatever This Is, Slyboots (7.6k) 

“Fall in line, that’s the way, and never mind who gives the orders. Carrying on, that’s the British national sport.” In the aftermath of the Fall of the Ministry of Magic, Andromeda Tonks does what little good she can.”

I love a war time fic with complicated world building and no good choices. Really brilliant fic. The sharp, fast moving pace adds to the paranoid anything-can-happen-at-any-moment feeling of a coup.

In Memoriam, Bitterfic on LJ (6k)

“When he was young, brash, he had said that the Muggle-born were as good as any purebloods, yet he had never doubted that Andromeda Black was infinitely superior to him. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, he never thought of her by his name, as Andromeda Tonks. She was to him always Andromeda Black whose voice cut through the darkness that night in the Forbidden Forest.” (cw: sexual assault, suicidal ideation) 

A brilliant haunting little fic from my favorite LJ writer from wayyy back in the day. Ted Tonks POV

Andromeda Liberata (133k+ WIP) (Andromeda/genderbent!Ted Tonks) 

“In which Andromeda Black cruelly betrays her sisters and sets in motion the total destruction of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black because she fell in love with a lesbian muggleborn.”

While it might be tacky to put your own fic in a rec list,  I’m quite proud of it :)

i don’t forgive you (but please don’t hold me to it) by evawrites (10k, T)

For Andromeda, the choice is not between the Dark and the Light. It’s not between Headmaster Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, not between Teddy’s family and her own. Instead, it’s between Bella and Teddy. Foolishly, Andromeda prays she’ll get to keep both. (She gets to keep neither.)

Dark and haunting and the contrast between Bellatrix and Ted is so well set up.

history books forgot about us by spindrifters (25k, E)

Andromeda Black meets Ted Tonks quite by accident, and it’s something like mischief at first sight. From the lost papers and mixed-up files of the marginalia universe, the complete history of a relationship that was never meant to happen.

Obviously question-asker you've read this, but for everyone else who might come across this list!

wherefore/evermore by @leftsidedown (150 words, T)

continuing the Great Literary Tradition of mad women writing villanelles

A poem!!

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And then some Andromeda-centric fic where Tedromeda is important but it's not really a shippy fic:

not like the rest of them by unspeakable3 (11k, T)

Sirius has recently followed in Andromeda's footsteps and emancipated himself from their family. This afternoon, the two cousins will reunite - and see each other for the first time in four years. Andromeda is nervous. Sirius is nervous. There is a lot they need to say to each other.

Imperfect runaways!!

we were sisters once (we have another love now) by Nefaria_Black (3k, T)

Dora is six and few things are more exciting than a day spent in Diagon Alley. Even if the street is packed with people. Even if she’s separated from her parents by the crowd Because Mother is easy enough to find, isn’t she?

Haunting fairytale vibes

The Waves by nanneramma (3k, M)

Andromeda is not sure if she got it right. But she tried.

Gorgeous canon-compliant character study

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And for those who like some Blackcest with their Tedromeda:

Clip, Ravel, Cleave by @vdoshu (15k, E)

Before Andromeda met Ted, she was a Black, through and through. While years later the story was told that she’d turned her back on her family’s dark ways, in truth, nothing was so simple. In the beginning, it was just Andromeda and Bella. And it was just the two of them until it was too much.

An all-time favorite featuring Andromeda and Ted meeting after Hogwarts and dark magic addiction and all sorts of dark goodness

[komakesthings]

I've slowly been chipping away at drawing scenes from that imaginary Muppet retelling of the Princess Bride, figured it was about time to share what I've drawn on Tumblr!

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Rendezvous

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Sneaky'. wc: 120 | cw: smoking

The tower door creaked open.

Draco instinctively banished the blue-grey smoke that surrounded him, flicking what was left of his cigarette over the parapet. Then he watched the door swing shut, seemingly of its own accord, and rolled his eyes.

“Anyone would think you’re still a student, the way you insist upon sneaking around under that thing,” he drawled.

He felt the huff of laughter more than he heard it.

“And of course you’re so grown up, choosing a rendezvous in the Astronomy Tower,” a disembodied voice retorted.

“Rendezvous—did Granger teach you a new word?”

The air rippled, then a cascade of silvery fabric surrounded him.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry muttered against his lips, before silencing him another way.

[vdoshu]

Microfic: Patterns

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt 'Classy'. wc: 100

Once is excusable. It’s a quick fumble in the lift, with urgent hands and panting, sloppy kisses and grunts in time with each thump against the wall, followed by hardly a backward glance.

Twice is a lapse in judgement, an exhilarating celebration after Ireland’s Quidditch World Cup win filled with moans and cries that are only just drowned out by the fireworks and revelry.

Three times is stupid at best, embarrassing at worst. Four is Pansy’s muttered ‘classy’ accompanied by an eyeroll over afternoon tea that you’re nearly an hour late for.

And five….

Well.

Five might be a pattern.

[drawerbread]

who let harrowhark “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” nonagesimus out of her enclosure?!🗣️

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