#threads;; alice

[fcrox]

who: @alicealongbottom where: Longbottom house when: early evening

When Bea had made her way to the Longbottom house, each and every inch of her had hoped to encounter Alice and not Frank. There was no preferred one between the two, admiring them equally for all the work but a part of her couldn't help but wonder, especially after the conversation she'd had with Frank after Edgar's engagement had become public knowledge. Sometimes she simply needed to talk to a witch. Not Andromeda, though no. Andy meant the world but the concern she'd come to Alice with that day, Andy could not help out with it.

Finally she saw the figure pop up, having knocked mere seconds ago. "I hope you don't mind me coming here unannounced." Surely, Alice would understand. "I need to talk to you about something. I don't see anyone who would fit this better than you. And you might have answers." Alice Longbottom, perhaps the one solution she'd been looking for.

For weeks, if not months the blonde had thought about the things going on outside, the war and tension brewing. She was tired of it. "I can't sit in the backline, hiding away." Bea hoped that would be enough to explain the situation.

[notdelicatc]

The years of playing along with others were coming in handier than she ever thought they could. Emmeline smiled, softly almost as she gave a nod and scanned over the other witch. “Something stronger than tea?” Her head moved, curiosity in her eyes. “You are not suggesting drinking on ministry grounds, are you, Longbottom?” Of course not. The witch doubted the other would even consider the idea of breaking such rules. “I can only offer tea.” A flick of her wand, a tissue conjured. “And this, if it’s any consolation.”

From the voices outside it was clear that the case that had Alice this dishevelled was being discussed throughout the entire auror office. “I can see why you’d want a moment of peace after today’s events.” A look over her shoulder with a hint of disdain in it. Emmeline could play this game just fine. She could understand the lingering sadness as to what had happened, but not who it had happened to. That, she doubted would ever make sense to her. - @alicealongbottom

Alice didn't have much to do with Emmeline Vance, she knew of the other woman but they weren't familiar beyond being former hogwarts students and now both working at the ministry. Still this small act of kindness was appreciated, especially since she did not have to try to make Alice feel better. "I'm not feeling the best at the moment, but I'm afraid it's going to need something quite bigger than tea, but thank you for the offer. That is very kind of you."

[randomfae]

i don't know, magp fellas, but somehow when alice says shit like "i created you and i can destroy you" or "i was born down here and i will die here" i sorta... believe her? like yeah you're obviously joking but are you tho?

lowkey same vibes as gertrude going "of course, gerard! i just happened not to mention the network of sinister tunnels that snake beneath the archive where i keep all my darkest secrets"

[novaxanomaly]

Far From Wonderland || Closed RP

Alice was panicking, she didn't know what had happened, but something went wrong and now she was heading straight into a planet. Her ship was not responding, alarms going off for everything.

>SHIELDS DESTROYED< The computer alerted her and she glanced up to the screen and found that the ship had entered the atmosphere of the planet and now was heating up.

"Shit.." she panicked and grabbed her bag and quickly made her way to her emergency Cryo-Pod and strapped into it. Tapping a few buttons the lid closed and she felt the cold start to creep in. the sleeping gas started to fill the small space and she fell drowsy.

She could not stop the slumber that consumed her as she drowsily watched the ship fall to pieces and suddenly the pod was hit and separated from the main ship itself.

Chiyo was enjoying his lunch in the forest, a place he goes when on lunch break from work, while waiting for his girlfriend and sister to get out of school.

He heard a weird noise from the sky and looked up.

"What the fuck?" he muttered and pulled out his phone to record something he caught flying through the sky. as he was recording it, he realized it was coming right at him and he gripped his phone and threw himself out of the tree he was hanging out in and landed on the ground.

@co11ywobbles

[hortusdea]

A friend of Indi's, always nice and the very same time incredibly smart. Alice had always been someone Penelope could only admire for her determination with their shared, plant-loving friend as the connection. It was more than lucky that she had the chance to make such a friend within the herbology club and therefor bump into someone like that. "Hmm," She agreed. "it would be rather rude to do such a thing on purpose while others are trying to study, wouldn't you say?"

The witch glanced down at the essay only requiring finishing touches. "Essay on Alihotsy and its uses. Didn't think it could be such an interesting plant. Alas, I'm almost done." When it came to herbology Penelope never struggled with the idea of work. In fact, it rather seemed to suit her. "What is it I interrupted on your end? Perhaps a break can bring some fresh perspective." - @aliceelspet

@hortusdea

Alice knew it wouldn’t take long before she found herself haunting her favorite corners of the library, especially in her last year. She liked to monopolize a table and spread out her books and notes whenever she was working on an essay, like she was today. Typically, she also liked to work in peace and quiet, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards today. Alice liked Penelope Borgin well enough, she was warm, and friendly, and generally reminded Alice of Indi, but she liked the Gryffindor less when she was humming in the library.

Alice tried shuffling her papers, sighing loudly, and adjusting her seat so the chair scraped loudly against the floor, all to no avail. She was about to give up and move to a different table when Penelope looked up. “At least you weren’t doing it on purpose.” Alice gave the younger witch a kind smile and shrugged. “I could probably use a break, anyway, I’m at a stopping point.” Alice tilted her chin toward where Penelope was sitting. “What are you working on?”

[banefort]

It’s always surprising that Larycent only really exists on the fringes of the HOTD fanbase when it’s easily one of if not the most compelling and complicated relationships. The erotic overlap between love and violence, his near-primordial compulsion to service her and win her affection despite recognizing that she fears him in the same instinctual way that the fly fears the spider. Not to mention its capacity for discussions of class dynamics, ability/disability.

Matthew Needham’s explanation for the SA scene, that Larys seeks to wrest her bodily autonomy from her through making her own limbs part of the crime, deliberately targeting her traumatic sexual history and conscience-stricken disposition is such an interesting concept. He seeks to invoke a disconnect between her and her feet, symbolically and literally disabling her. In his eyes, the only way for them to truly identify with one another, or for her to love him, is for them to share in their bodily trauma together.

It conjures the image of a rabid animal willingly and devotedly infecting another.

[inkshadow]

continued for @decadentscribe from the source

the initial urge to ask back 'what does it look like i'm doing' comes and goes in the blink of an eye but the way he's got his tongue halfway out should have indicated exactly what it was he was partaking in. ❝ n... othing? ❞ was all he could really say, knowing it's hardly convincing to the person who's watched him this whole time.

[theluckyonerp]

Where: Alice's Place Who: Cai and Alice (@sparepcrts)

It was a bit odd being over at Alice's home. Cai Sat very stiffly on the small couch in Alice's huge closet. wanting make sure they weren't doing anything wrong or breaking any boundaries. Clothes scattered around They were helping her pick something to wear to her next event. Huffing a loving laugh as she had tossed yet another garment in to the 'Maybe' Pile which was significantly bigger than the 'No' and the 'Yes' piles respectively. Cai was posing to be no help, to Them Alice looked great in anything she wore. "Alice?...Darling?" They got up from the couch and walked over to her "Would you like to just go and get something new instead?" The nickname was something they had started since they had reconnected a few months ago. But Alice hadn't told them to stop calling her that yet.

[fidemaledicta]

There was a certain rarity in the way Alice talked to her; the simple ways in which she chose to treat her in ways that did not make her feel as though her entire being was being put into question. The other never seemed to question her motives and that made working with Alice just so much nicer. Perhaps that's where that much larger-than-normal amount of trust came from. It was certainly not the easiest task, and if anyone had ever bothered to ask Emmeline wouldn't have had an answer, somehow the other had managed to get her to open up bit by bit. Although she was still more like a walking shadow when it came to her personal life, things certainly weren't quite as shrouded in darkness as they had been years prior.

Emmeline had found a home of sorts within her work at the ministry. The long hours, very much down to her own choices, spent at the office and within the areas dedicated for cursed items of varying degrees as well anywhere she could find a place to sit and read up on more information about curses. There was pride there, certainly. Without a doubt it was something the witch found fulfillment within; a place to prove just how well she fit into a world that, to a large degree, had at some point decided wasn't hers to be part of. All that disregarding that somehow by being who she was Emmeline had fooled enough people into not having the slightest idea about that little factor by then.

"Glad it helps the case." The witch gave Alice a smile, closing the file and handing it back to the auror. "If my help is required with anything found within that room or whatever may be hidden behind that tapestry, do not hesitate to call on me. As long as you or one of the other aurors does it, there shouldn't be any issues regarding my presence at the case sight." Part of her very much wanted to go. The brunette couldn't deny the curiosity that cursed through her veins at the thought of an old pureblood manor filled all the odd curiosities.

The former Slytherin couldn't help the laugh, amusement clear as day. "I removed the nasty bits, yeah. I can assure it won't be biting any longer. That nasty little bugger has barked for the last time and unless there is something within the manor itself it won't be howling to the moon anymore either." Emmeline glanced over at the freshly drawn face, the soft smile, with a confused look. Clearly this was some form of celebration. Nothing all too weird from Alice, but certainly something the witch still had to get used to.

@fidemaledicta

Alice considered it a privilege to know Emmeline. Really, she considered it a privilege to know most anyone, but Emmeline especially because she was so hard to get to know. It reminded Alice a little bit of when she’d first found Pepper, the cat had been prickly and slow to trust, just like Emmeline, and, just like Emmeline, Alice had eventually worn her down. Not to say that Alice thought of Emmeline as a pet, or anything, but there were similarities. There were also similarities to Peter Pettigrew, but Alice tried not to think about those. The ending with Pepper was much happier. 

Alice brought her attention back to the matter at hand and passed the file over to Emmeline even as the younger woman reached for it. Then she had to scoot in her chair and lean forward over the desk so she could still see the papers. As Emmeline spoke, Alice hunted for her scribbling notepad, which was always nearby but never where Alice thought she’d left it, and the right pen for this case. Color coding her notes by case was the only way Alice could keep information straight in her head, especially when she had so much trouble thinking about just one thing at a time. While she listened to Emmeline, Alice took notes, doodling a rough diagram to remind herself which bits to twist to get the thing to actually do something useful. She’d been fascinated by the little thing with all its buttons and knobs and switches since she found it, but she hadn’t been able to make it do anything, other than the occasional nasty shock to her fingertips if she fiddled with it in the wrong sequence. 

Now, Alice was glad to see that her confidence in Emmeline’s ability to puzzle out the tool’s purpose had been well placed, especially when the other witch pulled out the picture of a tapestry. Alice’s supervisor, whose tenure had been extended when Alice came back from her time out after the protest back in October and was still accompanying her whenever the left the building, had not been interested in this particular tapestry, but it had tugged at something in the back of Alice’s brain, so she’d snapped the picture anyway. The tapestry looked like something her mother would have hung in the castle where Alice grew up, but it was far too old for the building it was hanging in now. She felt vindicated, knowing that it was connected to the tool, and drew a little face with a tongue sticking out next to her note to herself to tell the old wizard next time he checked in on her progress. 

When Emmeline finished, Alice smiled widely at her. “Brilliant. Top notch work, as always. That tapestry definitely doesn’t belong, I knew it’d be important.” Alice reached for the tool and packed it away into the box she’d been keeping it in. “Did you clear away the nasty bits? It liked to bite.” Alice had always had a habit of talking about objects like they had a mind of their own, and it didn’t matter if they were magical or not, but she’d worked with Emmeline often enough at this point for her to understand what Alice meant.

[gayformlessblob]

i love how even though we have a lot of varied tmagp designs a lot of people seem to agree that the core tenants of alice dyer are

piercings

bangs

big jacket

big skirt

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

Draw your character wearing...

9: Date night threads

This time I chose to wrap the roses in peach, her favourite colour...

[honeysucklesunshine]

closer starter for: @no-one-likes--a-mad-woman ( alice ) location: the las vegas sun date: after the wedding

Jasmine was slightly new on staff- she didn't like most of her co-workers as they seemed off or too easily paid off by the gangs or mobs that seemed to be the life blood of this town ( something she was quickly learning and very quickly hating ), it made her skin want to crawl out of itself. The only person she had found that didn't make her want to throw something or just hiss at till they go away was Alice, she had found the true crime reporter was blunt without behind mean and honest. Jasmine enjoyed it- it was like breathing after holding it in for such a long time and it made her brain refresh for a moment, finding it hard to cope with everything else in the office.

Seeing the dark haired woman sitting at her desk Jasmine let out a soft noise of joy, a click sliding from her mouth as she grabbed her lunch bag and sped walked over to Alice's desk. "Hi! I don't mean to startle you but I was just wondering you wanting to have lunch with me? Your one of the only people on staff that I like because you don't seem totally corrupt and your fighting for some justice in this town." She rapidly pushed out, finger picking at the nail beds eyes focusing on her white kitten heels- pushing down her flowered skirt with one hand. "If not I totally get it, but you seem like a nice person and I could use a friend or...two?" She smiled finally looking up.

[garadinervi]

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[kraniumet]

they can remove the entire personality of any weird maladjusted unsympathetic girl character of childrens fiction and people will genuinely act like nothing happened at all

[bellaaegis]

There were many rare treasures within the world but none of them rarer than the one thing, unspoken yet all the more real for it, shared between them. No, it would never be voiced out loud and yet the one thing Alice and Bellatrix had in common, the only thing they ever could have in common, was their view on just who should have been in charge of a club such as the dueling one. It had never been a secret to the Slytherin that Alice believed herself worthier of the position, but until the professors had graced them with the presence and forced upon them the one solution neither of them could ever see to be the best. "Of course. I wouldn't dare be an obstacle to making this club what it should be."

There was an almost sweet pout on her face. It was nothing but a facade and there was no doubt that they both knew about it yet Bellatrix was more than willing to play along. "I'll happily share the presidency of the club with you. I'm sure together we'll make it something special that people will remember long after we've left. No doubt about that." For a moment she remained silent before the tiniest chuckle slipped past her lips. "Oh well, so what is your glorious vision of how this is meant to be run then, hm?" The witch found the idea of playing games ever so tiring. While normally part of her daily routine, when it came to the Hufflepuff, there were a million other things she'd rather be doing. - @aliceelspet

when: September 1978 where: office of the dueling club's faculty supervisor  who: Alice and @bellaaegis

Alice had been in the dueling club for five years, and for four of them she’d been diligently lobbying for the position of president. She hadn’t thought anything could be more frustrating than losing to Bellatrix year after year, but then the professors had come up with their brilliant solution for this, her last year. The only thing worse than Bellatrix being president when Alice should have, was having to be co-presidents. It was insulting, honestly. Alice was determined to be the bigger person, she definitely didn’t need petty school politics distracting her from her last year, but it wasn’t going to be easy.

To that end, Alice had asked the club’s supervisor if she and Bellatrix could use their office for a meeting. A meeting that Alice was definitely not looking forward to. “Right then, let’s just get this over with, yeah?” Alice had her arms crossed, already on the defensive despite her best intentions.

[tonks-ted]

Starter for: Alice Longbottom @alicealongbottom Where: inside Borgin & Burkes When: the night of Serra Borgin's birthday party Connected thread: Bellatrix & Emir's search for the magical crown

No doubt the Borgins and Burkes would be very pissed to learn that Aurors had entered the shop while no one was around - legally, of course. And absolutely, strategically, on this particular night when they'd all be getting drunk for their spoiled daughter. Currently, Ted and Alice were rifling around, searching for a crown with reportedly powerful properties, which was stolen from a Muggle museum. Someone had tipped them off, claiming it was hidden here. The Order had also alerted that You-Know-Who knew about the crown and would likely want it for himself.

So here they were, avoiding curses while examining the surroundings. Ted was on-edge. He loved Alice and trusted her abilities completely. But she was pregnant and gave him heart failure every time she reached for objects that could be dangerous. After the fifth scare, he breathed through his cheeks and turned to her exasperatedly.

"Alice, dear-" Pushing a creepy stuffed Erkling back into its spot on a shelf, he pleaded, "- could you stick to the less deadly objects? If you touch one more thing, I might end up hyperventilating in St Mungo's."