witchhunts
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- Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (2)
- IT - Stephen King (1)
- Men's Hockey RPF (1)
- Dream SMP (1)
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Will took a second to glance at Mack before forcing his eyes back down. “I had a really weird dream, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt real. Everything that’s happened today, it happened in my dream,” Will said. “It’s so dumb, I know.”
“Like Groundhog Day?” Mack asked. At Will’s expression, he continued. “The movie. Groundhog Day.”
“I know the fucking movie, Mack.”
Or, Will's stuck in a time loop.
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Regulus sat up, unaware of his surroundings, and his mind went to water. Not just water, but drowning—hands scratching his body and violating him, pulling him further until he had to take in the dirty fluid to his abused lungs.
So, finding Dorcas Meadowes staring at him with a hard glare from the opposite seat of the Hogwarts Express took him by surprise. One of the most powerful wizards in the Order sat in front of him, and all Regulus could think about was a major sense of déjà vu.
This had happened once before.
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George touches against Dream’s jaw lightly—always so light—and shifts Dream’s head so they’re facing each other. Dream can taste George’s smokey breath. “Don’t go out with Wilbur.”
He doesn’t even register speaking until it’s all out in the open, and George takes a step back. A step away from Dream and his lovesick eyes and smoked-stained clothes and his leaned over body. “Why?”
You know why, lingers somewhere in the room, but furrowed eyebrows are just his way of voicing this. George may not get that underlying message.
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Three things happened when Marlene was eleven. First, she was sorted into Gryffindor. Second, she met Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans. Third, she learned who Dorcas Meadowes was.
But Dorcas was sorted into Slytherin, so Marlene cast her gaze away. Her mother had told her Slytherins were evil, and her mum was usually right. She was wrong about girls having to wear dresses, but she was right about most things.
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it had been two months, one week, and four days since eddie died in richie's arms. richie hadn't gone a day without thinking about it. in fact, every time he closed his eyes he saw it. eddie covered in blood and crying but somehow talking to richie. richie had never been very religious but he prayed every night for god or eddie or whoever the hell was listening to forgive him.
(or, richie learns to grieve and slowly forgets.)
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George’s legs ached.
His lungs felt tight and too small.
His breath was loud in his ears.
His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.
George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.
What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.
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- Part 1 of Long Live the King
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29 Dec 2020
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Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”
Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. -
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“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”
“Rock and roll.”
He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”
“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.”After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost.
(genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3)
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- Part 1 of The Cadence Opus
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15 Feb 2022
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awkward hearts (beating faster and faster) by limerence (lavenderGreen)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
20 Dec 2020
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"Well, it's no McMansion," George says diplomatically.
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(or: The house that Clay and George live in is maybe kind of a problem, but they work through it anyway. Sort of.)
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- Part 1 of will the song never end?
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01 May 2022
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the little children raise their open filthy palms by thanotaphobia (blue000jay)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
02 Jan 2021
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Phil doesn’t go into the cities anymore. Once had been enough, and he doesn’t have a death wish.
He chooses only to watch them in the distance, or pass by them from time to time as he walks. The buildings loom in the distance, their once-shining rooftops now overgrown and dull with no one to take care of them. If you get close enough, you smell the stench of rot and death. It’s a smell you can never get out of your nose, discovered one night after the initial wave where Phil tried desperately to scrub out his nose, sticking cloth and then even fingers as far up as he could to try and wash the smell out of his sinuses. It didn’t work, and the smell has stayed with him since. He tries to look past it, look past the cities, and continue walking forward. That’s what he attributes his survival to, really. The ability to look past everything, stare the dead in the eyes, and still walk on after he’s shot them in the head. They were people once, but thinking about it too much makes his hands start to shake so Phil looks past it and walks on.
(SBI zombie apocalypse AU. sort of phil-centric, but not entirely!)
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- Part 1 of battery city
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09 Feb 2021