ourgreatergood
ourgreatergood
Love. Arrogance. Naivety.
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XXVI, Hufflepuff, muggleborn witch, she/her Celebrating all things Grindeldore! Fantastic Beasts all over the placePrompt me! | AO3: NiciLupinFollowing with themarauderlegacy
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ourgreatergood · 5 months ago
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How sad it is to realize that the only person who ever truly understood Albus was Gellert :((((((
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ourgreatergood · 7 months ago
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“I’m never going to find anyone like you.”                       
“There’s loads like me.”                                                                                
“No. There’s only one like you.” 
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ourgreatergood · 7 months ago
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ourgreatergood · 8 months ago
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'Wicked' but it's just a Albus and Gellert sharing a dorm au
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ourgreatergood · 9 months ago
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A quick Babus cause Im missing him. I have literally no inspi lately and no fics I like to read to help 🥲
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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- please. .?
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- 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 please. . .? (╥ᆺ╥ ;)
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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rip albus dumbledore, you would’ve loved to be screamingt the smallest man who ever lived at eras tour
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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:: GELLERT GRINDELWALD
↳ ,, ALWAYS AN ANGEL, NEVER A GOD ( lyrics
I may or may not have dedicated an entire pinterest board to the bird and falling symbolism attached to gellert's character... whoops.
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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Having fun with your psycho boyfriend
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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Harry Potter Themed Asks
Which Hogwarts house are you? 
Who is your favourite professor at Hogwarts?
Would you have an owl, cat, or toad?
Favourite character and why?
Pro or anti Marauders? 
Avada Kedavra, Crucio, or Imperio?
Favourite book and why?
Who do you think was the best father figure towards Harry?
Favourite movie and why?
Which character do you relate to most, and why?
Who was the most evil character?
Thoughts on Severus Snape?
Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why?
Best subject at Hogwarts?
Worst subject at Hogwarts?
Who would be your enemy or enemies at Hogwarts?
Who would be your best friend at Hogwarts?
If available, would you use a love potion on someone?
Favourite Weasley?
Favourite Death Eater?
What would your boggart be?
What is your patronus? 
Fuck, marry, kill *Insert 3 characters*
How do you feel about Cursed Child?
How do you feel about Fantastic Beasts?
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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doktor glas quotes + grindeldore
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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⊂⊃ ⪩⪨ my favourite hedgehogs
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ourgreatergood · 10 months ago
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;; Grindeldore's revolution aeschetic . . .
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ourgreatergood · 11 months ago
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Albus had wanted to duel me for some strange reason. I had agreed, jokingly taunting him that he should give up. He merely smiled, laughing. He had defeated me in said duel: at first I was not angry but shocked. No one had ever defeated me before. I wanted to tear at him, tear him apart, pick him apart piece by piece, bone and skin, by the very marrow. Squeeze the short breaths he heaved out of his lungs- His breathing was always short for whatever reason. Yet I couldn’t move, Scarcely able to breathe. I was fascinated in a way. I couldn’t help but look upon him in slight awe as he smirked down at me. Triumphant.
He had cheated. He had to have cheated. He would not be able to defeat me otherwise, as I am in fact, better than him. He took over my thoughts, how had he beat me? Was he somehow better than me, of all people? The jealousy burned, tormenting me. I couldn’t help but ponder it. I pondered this question every hour of the day, every waking moment devoted entirely to the question, even being haunted by it in my dreams- the duel replaying over and over, trying to analyse it even in my deepest of sleeps. Each passing day spent with him was more aggravating than the next: yet I did not show it. I needed to find out how he did it, without him suspecting a thing. He had to have cheated. I have never been beaten, until him. It was infuriating.
I followed him everywhere, even at times without him knowing, hung onto his every word. I was obsessed. Crazed. I clung to his every word as if it was a prayer, as if it held some sort of secret answer. He liked his metaphors. He enjoyed the secrecy of his metaphors. Perhaps there would be one he would let slip? I needed anything, an answer, a sign, anything. It was like an episode of manic frenzy that week. Searching, searching to never receive. Infuriating. Was he better than me somehow? More powerful? I threw many frenzied fits over it that week, destroying things in my bedroom, shouting angrily at the smallest annoyance. I couldn’t deny my morbid fascination, infecting me like poison, threatening to swallow me whole. Suffocating. Intoxicating.
I grew angry at myself, day by day more obsessed and enraged. I looked at his lips often, wanting to make him quiet. His eyes annoyed me- the way they twinkled, making me slightly red in the face. My dreams started to become strange. I would be kissing him, holding him. Being with him. I always awoke upset from these dreams, convincing myself they meant nothing. He became all I talked of to my great aunt- I think at some point she became annoyed. If we were apart and a thought struck me I had to let him know immediately. It was almost as if he was my equal. Almost.
The urge to kiss him became stronger, the urge presenting itself outside of dreams now. I became more upset. These urges confused me. Not because they were about another man, no, but because I had them about someone. I had thought I was above ‘falling in love’ and the increasingly annoying urges of wanting to feel another’s lips against mine. I needed to know how he had defeated me in the duel- perhaps then, my urges would disappear, as if they had never existed. I was engrossed in him. Watching every movement of his, recording anything interesting he said in my notes supposed to be about the Hallows. He almost seemed to hold the same grip over me as the Hallows. I shook my head, what an idiotic thought.
I could almost feel myself going mad, scarcely able to breathe around him, starting to see him in a new, horrifying light: as if he was the most beautiful of men, the smartest man, even overpowering me. I was horrified by this realisation. I wanted nothing more than with each passing day to hold him as a lover may, to call him my own- after all, If anyone would be worthy of him, it would be me, to kiss his lips. I would fantasise, completely lost in my thoughts of him, hardly paying attention to my surroundings. I knew what it was, yet refused to believe it to be true.
Falling in love felt surreal, almost otherworldly. Everything seemed to revolve around him for me, I was uninterested unless I could somehow make the topic of conversation about him. I had tender dreams of him, always waking in horror. I had believed myself to be above falling in love, assuming no one would be worthy, no one would be equal enough. I hated the vulnerability that came with love. I hated love.
I was entirely distracted by him- utterly so. The desire to kiss him, to hold him only grew- alarmingly. I did not know how to ask for this; nor did I wish too. I had never felt so utterly and completely vulnerable. Pathetic even. I had fallen in love- how strange! I wondered what my parents would think of it- they would laugh, no doubt. Or they perhaps would think I had finally learned how to care for others. These feelings were strange, foreign. They felt as much like I had upon first arriving in England; confused, dazed and aching for what was before. A giddy excitement would soon come about.
He would unfortunately catch me staring at him- his lips, his eyes, anything really. He hardly ever made a comment upon it however. He didn’t seem to react to the staring for whatever bizarre reason: I however was grateful for his strange ways, to save me the embarrassment. And so I stared: Intently, greedily, so greedily, at him and only ever him.
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ourgreatergood · 11 months ago
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*adds a fifth spoonful of sugar *
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ourgreatergood · 11 months ago
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ourgreatergood · 11 months ago
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"My brother sacrificed many things, Mr. Potter, on his journey to find power, including Ariana, and she was devoted to him. He gave her everything... but time." - aberforth dumbledore
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