In all other cases except the Triwizard cup, portkeys only go one way at one specific time. Touching them again does not activate them to return to their place of origin. Also, when Harry grabs the cup a second time, it does not return him to the middle of the maze. It takes him…
Janice and Tamika from this fanfic.
“Uncle Cecil had taught Janice that there were times where it was okay to curse. Got the wrong topping on your pizza? Not a good time to curse. Being chased by a group of hooded figures because you got too close to the Dog Park? Good time to curse. Her Uncle Cecil wasn’t around at the moment to judge if ‘riding a out of control rocket-powered wheelchair’ was a good time to curse, but Janice decided she was probably allowed one good scream.
"OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUU-"
I already loved this
BUT THEN I REALIZED IT’S KRISTEN BELL
— the angels revealed themselves to her; said they were ten feet tall, radiant, and one of them was black; said they helped her with various household chores. One of them changed a light bulb for her, the porch light.
After working on this piece on and off for almost a year, I think it’s finally more or less done. It’s so difficult to decide when something is “finished”.
I’m intrigued by the idea of Night Vale angels looking like something one wouldn’t traditionally call an angel. Heads like those of ancient Egyptian gods and bodies like distorted modern sculptures. Tall, ominous and creepy, but happy to help an old lady with simple household chores.
Ever since it was first hinted that Cecil has a sister, I feel like all the fanon has been that she’s older that he is, and has a tough, sensible caretaker sort of vibe. When all I want from this is endless Lilo & Stitch riffs.
Teenage Cecil has just been promoted from unpaid intern to Voice of Night Vale. Between that and the inheritance now that his mother has been ruled “municipally most-likely-dead”, he’s doing pretty well financially.
But he’s also been left the legal guardian of his seven-year-old sister. And trying to take care of her — while holding down a full-time job, all without dropping out of high school — is stressful, to say the least. Both siblings’ tempers are starting to fray.
Maybe they should get a dog.
I recently began listening to Welcome to Night Vale and fell in love. Break time drawing of Old Woman Josei and her angel guardians.
so much love for all the dark of this <3