#– pippa 001.

[misericors]

"Greengrass, with me." With a flick of his wand, Cassius covered his face with his mask, the smirk lingering around his mouth vanishing behind it. This is what they had been waiting for, though part of did admire the boldness of the strike. The Order could be commended for that, if nothing else, if not for being smart enough to know to die quietly, like the wounded animals in the wood they were. Never mind that. Cassius was not opposed to putting wounded animals out of their misery personally. Then, a hint of surprise. It was not simply a rescue attempt, but an escape. The hostages were out. Someone had fucked that up, he thought, feeling now more of a sense of urgency. He turned to Philippa, a protege of his, a pet project - though she was not an obvious choice for it, in a sense, weak - still, she had potential. He could remake her. "How's your Cruciatus curse coming along? I see some uninvited guests you can practice on." @thrustfists

[cinnamonfm]

with – @icypippa​ where – somewhere on campus when – first day back after the break 

heni had spent the brunt of her remaining holiday treading on eggshells around her parents. being the child of two lawyers was testing enough on the regular, but with a potential murder in the mix? it had been a constant barrage of questions. and it hadn’t been made any better by the fact that they’d brought in the family lawyers, too. just to coach her in the event of more fbi-interviews. it had quite honestly felt like they were treating her like she was guilty of something. like she’d been the culprit of everything that had happened at ogden. “so,” she begins, eyeing up pippa as she speaks. “your parents didn’t decide to pull you, either?”

[aresibrahim]

STARTER CALL / @pipparossi​

People like Pippa were the truly fascinating ones. She had learned this small secret when the woman first showed up on their side of town. Maybe it was the appeal of being different, or maybe it was something about the softer edges that directly called out all her sharper ones. Whatever it was, it had stuck. It stuck even now, approaching the door she’d learned to know well. It was all a part of the plan, the routine. Some people had bandaids and booze, and maybe she just simply had this.

Truth be told, the fights she got into were mostly always her own fault. Something about a short fuse or quick temper, but this was a rare exception. That meant there was a mean bruise forming under the cut on her cheek. It was something they would only admit to being because they were caught off guard. Either way, she found herself leaning in the other woman’s doorway, after doing her customary knock. “Before you open that I just want to say that the other guy looks worse, and uh..” A purposeful pause as she tries to think of more excuses. “And it’s not as bad as it looks, honestly.”

[adveanture-archived]

Oh no I'm thinking about Milo and Pompeii again

[adveanture]

dick has never been good at social media, but when tiktok happens, he finally finds one that clicks because he can just post videos of him doing acrobatics / circus tricks for the internet.  his profile takes off because he’s hot and it’s kind of a thirst trap, but he has no idea that’s why. 

[fadiingxliight]

Shoshi was excited to meet her daughter after so long, driving through the streets of Huntsville to find the place she now lived at. The whole looking for her father thing was not something Shoshi actively encouraged but she was aware how important it was to Pippa to find that dirtbag who knocked her up and bailed. So despite her personal feelings, and knowing nothing good could come out of finding the stupid man, on hearing that she has a lead, she left her job and came to the little town where her daughter resided as soon as she could. She stopped her car when she reached the address, knocking at the door and waiting for Pippa to open up, a bright smile resting on her features. @sliceofsky​

[trclawneys]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐲-𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

@queenpicca​

         ❝      i   just   assumed   you   didn’t   want   special   treatment      ❞

[bean-damnaithe]

It was just suppose to be a flying visit. She wasn’t suppose to stay longer than a day, she hadn’t even booked to stay anywhere. Briana really had assumed the rumour was fake. It couldn’t have been real. Mack was the Alpha, he was the strongest. Even staring at the headstone didn’t feel real. Lorcan had shown it to her but her brain was struggling to deal with the information. Literal centuries of unspoken words were dying inside of her as she realised it was all too late. Hearing someone approach she quickly wiped her eyes. As far as anyone knew she’d gotten over Mack centuries ago. Clearing her throat she looked up as she saw Pippa. 

She braced herself, never quite sure how to approach the O’Phelan’s. “I’m already leaving. I was just... paying my respects.” @pippaxophelan​

[jcsies]

𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐀 𝐅-𝐇.

@queenpicca​

        ❝      if   you   like   it   that   much   pips   ,      you   should   just   get   it   .      you   look   good   in   anything   but   that   was   something   else   .   and   if   what   mum   and   dad   gave   you   doesn’t   cover   it   ?      my   treat      ❞

[daniellle]

pippa.

continued from here @pippc​

HANDS are wringing nervously as she barely listens to the words that seem to echo across the room. she doesn’t want to be here. she shouldn’t be here. she’s not one of these people, not really. Baby blues scan the room and meet her MOTHERS honey browns. She is watching her closely from the other end of the table, her eyes are COLD, calculated. She doesn’t need to speak for Pippa to know what she is saying, and the younger’s eyes fall to the floor again, her mind focused on swallowing the LUMP that seems to be permanently stuck in her throat like STICKY TOFFEE. how did she end up in this situation? will she get out with her life? is DEATH the only way out? would it be worth it at this point? her thoughts are punctured by the sudden sound of chairs moving against hardwood floor and around her DARK faces get up, some making for the exit, others stopping to talk with each other. With shaky legs she pushes her chair back, lifting herself, hoping no one stops her to ask what she thought of the meeting - she has no thoughts, well, that’s not true, she has plenty of thoughts, but none that can be voiced without DIRE consequences. if she’s learnt anything, its to keep her mouth shut. She attempts to move swiftly across the room, but within seconds is stopped - THANK HELGA it’s DANI. she’s not sure she can handle many other people. ‘‘ oh - yeah, sure. do you wanna go outside? ’’  

She hates the meetings most of all, perhaps. Danielle isn’t good at sitting still, because when she sits still and is forced to listen, her mind wanders. And when her mind wanders, she finds herself in places she’d rather not be. Places of volatility, of violence – directed at herself or others, but what’s the difference anyway? – of stifling fear, above all. She wants nothing to do with such things, would rather spend an evening like this in a bar or club, or even rehearsing lines in her bedroom. Anything but sitting still and keeping her mouth shut. And so when it’s done, she feels restless, an exploding bomb. She considers reaching for Archie, asking him for anything to numb herself again, but in the end chooses Pippa. Her presence alone is soothing, Dani has found over the years, and she has the feeling that she could use some distraction, too. They all could. “Please, yeah,” she says, wanting to say anywhere but here, but not daring to add it in this company. Already she’s moving, looking over her shoulder every now and then to check for Pippa. She’s moving fast, her restlessness evident from her steps alone. Once outside, metres removed from any other Death Eaters, she looks at her fellow Hufflepuff. “Lestrange could learn a thing or two about capturing people’s attention, don’t you think?” A joke, delivered without passion. Rabastan is, in all truth, rather terrifying, and that catches Dani’s attention alright. Her eyes drift away from Pippa. “It’s like Binns teaching history of magic.” She’s silent for a moment, before meeting Pippa’s eyes again. “You okay?” 

[zaraivancva]

Zara stumbled back. Though she wanted to tell herself that it was because she was tired, because she’d been out drinking last night, or some other excuse, none of them were the case this time. Today, Pip had genuinely gotten the better of her and won their training session. While some training partners didn’t like to declare winners, and Pip and Zara never formally did, Zara always noted who ‘won’ that day in her mind. And today it wasn’t her.

It wasn’t nearly as loud as muggle clocks that rang out on the hour, but as the minute hand hit twelve, the clock mounted on the nearby wall gently sang. Before their session started, Zara charmed it to let them know when it was 6:00 pm to remind them to take a break and get some food.

As Zara walked over to where she’d set her jacket, she offered light congratulations to Pip. “You got me today. And that last bit.” Zara mimicked the movement of the spell that Pip had used that caused her to stumble backwards. “That was good.”

@pippaxstrout​

[warricrwclfrps]

{ nova + pippa }

Much like every Saturday night, Nova found herself at a party. Her family thought she’d be out of this “party phase” by now, though she knew it wasn’t exactly a phase she’d grow out of it. However, entertaining that thought meant she’d entertain a whole other slew of problems she wasn’t ready to face just yet, so she picked up another drink and just enjoyed the night. She was halfway through her drink when she decided the house was getting a little too stuffy for her liking--and the men staring a little too long--and she meandered her way out the front door to get some fresh air.

Nova stumbled slightly to the sidewalk, though she wouldn’t be able to escape the loud, pounding music spilling onto the front yard from inside the house. She wasn’t outside for long when her attention was drawn to an approaching figure. “You’re not from around here, are you,” she said as her gaze traveled up and down the other girl’s figure. “You look lost. Cute, but lost.” Nova pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she leaned back on her hands, her mind not even picking up on the fact that her verbal filter was non-existent.

closed starter for @tangodancer1x1​.

[crookedkingdcm]

who: angelique x pippa ( @nitwitisms​ )  where: outside wherever quidditch games are held

Angel hated the Quidditch league. With a passion. It was corrupt and it was incompetent and it did not care about a single thing except making money and people could justify it as ‘business’ all they wanted but Angel was sure there was a way to do business without turning into heartless bastards. Case in point: the protest that they were trying to shut down.

Angel had heard talk about how it drove crowds away and how it just wasn’t a look but maybe if the Quidditch league didn’t want their to be a protest, they should stop using elves to do tasks they considered themselves too good to do. Angel was maybe spoiled in a great number of ways, she had grown up with house elves doing most of the work but her family had never once treated them badly. They were compensated fairly and had fair hours. It wasn’t like how she had seen in other households, where they were treated more as pieces of furniture than anything else. The thought made her stomach turn. 

So when the President of the league told them to stop the protest by ‘any means necessary’, Angel threatened to walk out. She knew if she did, Laurie would to and maybe the team would still win with whoever played instead of them but Angel knew their popularity. And sitting one game out wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. It was what she ended up doing, right before the match was about to start because she didn’t go back on her threats and well - the man did just get on her nerves. 

She saw her at the front of the protest, her voice magically enhanced to sound louder as she talked about house elves. She knew her vaguely from seeing her at Order meetings every now and then but knew little more about her than her name. Angel briefly wondered why that was. She pushed her way to the front of it until she was right next to her, picking up one of the signs that was lying by the side as she went. “Hey!” Angel said, a smile appearing on her lips, “Did you organize all of this?”

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it is very important to my portrayal of ted tonks that he does not PINE for andromeda black 

[sienna-selene]

Text Message: [ Pippa ]

Pip: Enne!!!!

Pip: Help!!!!!!

Pip: I have a date and I have no idea what to wear.

Pip: At least I think it's a date. We're only going to the fair but he did ask me out. That's a date, right?

Enne: Awh!

Enne: That's definitely a date.

Enne: You want to be cute but casual.

Enne: Wait, who is he?!

[strengthbound]

Task 001

Pippa