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Pansy: I've been made fun of for being short my whole life.
Draco: I think it's wrong to belittle.
Pansy:
Pansy: Avada-
@doubleohdraco
*snape getting on the same bus as draco, pansy and blaise*
blaise: bloody hell!
pansy: what do we do?!
draco: relax, guys. it’s the weekend. he has no authority over us at the weekend. he has no right to question us, and if he tries to, i’ll tell him as much!
snape: good morning.
draco, pansy and blaise: morning, professor snape.
snape: what takes you to london?
pansy and blaise: [looking at draco]
draco, mumbling: i’m not really sure that’s-
snape: speak up.
draco: i’m not really sure that that’s any of your b-business.
snape:
snape: i’m going to assume that was an i’ll-judged attempt at humour, mr malfoy.
draco, whispering: yes.
snape: now, answer the question.
draco: we’re going to the museum.
snape: which museum?
pansy: the british museum.
snape: what for?
blaise: a project. a history project.
snape: what about?
draco: britain?
snape: hmm.
pansy: will you be sitting with us, professor snape?
snape: of course, you’re just such wonderful company, kids, what with your stimulating conversations and razor sharp wit.
draco, perking up: really!
snape: no.
@doubleohdraco @fiery-blaise-of-glory
The rooftop terrace of Draco’s London townhouse, designed by Pansy Parkinson.
@violet-flora
Also, Pansy Parkinson is such queen.
HOUSE PARKINSON
Do you bathe in blood to keep your skin soft?
Your mother’s, she loves it. I don’t need to drain her, she begs for it. Though she’s turned into an old hag as of late, time to find a new victim and break her shrivelled old heart.
So you and Draco are a thing again? Think it'll put a target on your back?
“That’s a bit cryptic, isn’t it…? I was harassed when he got out of isolation, but we’ve been in the same company multiple times since, and it’s been quiet. Yes, there’s some crazies out there who could decide to target Draco, who think causing him pain would be a way to get revenge for whatever wrongs they’ve faced or whatever demons they’re harbouring… But if there’s a significant threat to me or to him, I suggest the assailants try and organise a duel instead of attempting to do anything whilst we’re off guard. It’s a cowardly way of living life. And I’m happy to humble you, personally.”
@doubleohdraco
Daphne:What's the first thing you notice when a guy approaches you?
Pansy: The audacity
FMK Daphne Millicent Pansy
Oh you're trying to stir up some trouble.
Fuck - @cutthebulstrode - We do it so well and I don't think she'd be very happy to get hitched so quick to me.
Marry - @greengrass-daph - Her mum already loves me and my mum has asked me if I'm engaged to her ten times already, so I suppose it only fits. Kill - @violet-flora - Only because I'm 90 percent sure she'll find a way to come back from the dead and be reborn into her next evolution - the Pansini Parkinator. Bigger, badder, and hotter than ever.
“He is right, we do do it well.”
Though maybe he doesn’t know me as well as I thought he did.
“This all makes sense- except if my sweet Blaise kills me, he knows bigger, badder me will haunt the hell out of him in this life and the next… poor dear.”
@fiery-blaise-of-glory @cutthebulstrode
Powers? Like... Superpowers? Are you a mutant?
“Come within a foot of me and find out. Pansy, the poisonous garden flower. Didn’t you learn about me in Herbology?”
Biggest regret?
Not recognising my own power soon enough. Or my own capabilities.
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Creating the next stunning Wizarding World buildings that only advance and enhance magical capabilities in the market. Homes, corporate offices, entertainment spaces. Make London more beautiful and more interesting with these projects, too.
Grow my collection of strange magical items to show-off and not let people touch during dinner parties. Keep contributing to my favourite unicorn sanctuary organisation... maybe adopt one?
Married to a bold husband who tolerates my unicorn contributions, maybe have a family, and kicking arse in-line as the next president of England's WWWS chapter. Who knows? By then I could be running things in WWWS.
Is it true you caught Malfoy and Granger fucking in the bathroom at the Rosier ball?
“If I saw such a thing my eyes’d likely burn out from seeing Herman naked and fornicating at a party she doesn’t belong in. And I always leave parties in a memorable way, but that would take the ball to another level, entirely. Also, though Draco Malfoy and I are no longer well acquainted, I know he wouldn’t be caught dead in such a small room with that smartarse.”
@brightest-of-her-age @doubleohdraco
Pansy! FMK: Draco, Blaise, Goyle!
F: Blaise, it’d be somewhere tasteful and imagine the options of potions he must have to vary up your time in the bedroom.
M: Draco Malfoy, anyone would be lucky to. Malfoy, you’d be swimming in his funds every day of your life.
K: Gregory. Some weird game or trick or hex escalates til it happens.
Pansy considers her hideaway the Parkinson’s London townhouse, situated in the WW district near Mayfair. A studying magical architect and beginning property flipper, herself, Pansy has made this into her own comfortable escape, littered with odd items poached and purchased from Knockturn and beyond. Ancient items and textbooks charmed or hexed - meticulously placed on shelves or perched on wardrobe corners. It’s four narrow stories, with three bed, two bath, and a private back garden that doesn’t get much sunlight due to wild-leaf trees. Some rooms - like the corridor- are still reminiscent of the antiquated ways the Parkinson’s always sought to portray themselves- staples in any old household. She hasn’t had the heart to renovate the ancient comforts, because they’re cold and soothing. Her family still owns it and uses it whenever needs arise in town.