anastasia mortis

i fear i will be ripped open and found unsightly

[lifeinpoetry]

In all of this, forgiveness

assumes sin and I’m not sorry.

I am the snake and I am the silence, an animal’s rib picked clean.

— Alicia Mountain, from “The Book Is a Hungry Darkness,” Thin Fire

[ask-meme]

tarot card asks

[goodbyedearfriends-deactivated2]

fool: what’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?

magician: list 3 of your talents

high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

empress: how dependent are you on others?

emperor: describe your relationship with your father

hierophant: do you value tradition?

lovers: does someone need to share your values for you to pursue a relationship?

chariot: in what situations are you most assertive?

strength: how impulsive are you?

hermit: what are you like when you’re alone?

wheel of fortune: how’s your luck?

justice: do you value fairness over mercy?

hanged man: how do you feel about martyrs?

death: do you like change?

temperance: do you tend to focus on the past, present, or future?

devil: is there anything you’re addicted to?

tower: what do you most want to change about yourself?

star: what religious beliefs do you have?

moon: do you have any recurrent dreams?

sun: do you believe optimism is always good?

judgement: how confident are you in yourself?

world: what do you hope to accomplish before you die?

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse

and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”.

[sagamemes]

if we’ve not written together yet;  describe your muse to me, in vague, nameless terms, ( can be either description or aesthetics, or a combination of both ), on anon, and i’ll write my muse’s first feelings towards what picture it forms them for us to use as a starting point for plotting !

[narcissablvxk]

anastasiamortis​:

september 1st || open

her breath caught in her throat, eyes scanning over the article for what seemed to be the hundredth time since she found it. a cool feeling ran up her spine, goosebumps appearing beneath the crisp fabric of her blazer.

famed bookshop owner caractacus burke found on his premise by aurors.

a figure came to stand beside anastasia, the two looking over the newstand side-by-side. she was silent for a long moment, the article struggling to process in her mind before she asked, “who do you think it was?”

—

Narcissa Black could not afford to be anything less than composed. Even in the most chaotic of times. It became very clear to her very quickly that chaos was looming. Just beyond the horizon. Just out of her reach. She could not reach out and clutch it to her chest, locking it behind her perfect facade. It would slip past her fingers before she had the chance to stop it. 

Recognizing Anastasia from years of running in the same circles, taking the same classes, she went to stand beside her. It wasn’t hard to guess what she was referring to. It was all anyone could talk about. An attack on someone whose store she’d frequented as a member of the Black family. She had a very good idea of who it might’ve been and why they had done it, but pretty girls weren’t allowed to have such ugly thoughts.

“I haven’t got the slightest idea,” she said instead. “But it’s such a horrible tragedy. I don’t know what I’ll do without his shop to escape to.”

[anastasiamortis]

--

"do you think it was a death eater?" seemed to be the only question that came to mind. the words nearly made her adjust the sleeve of her blazer. a coil seemed to tighten in her chest with each passing bystander, conspiracies muddled in every hushed whisper. it wasn't as if anastasia could blame them, either. hadn't tom riddle worked at borgin and burkes?

she tore her eyes away from the paper momentarily, glancing at the girl. narcissa black. a highborn. she was calmer than the others, though. a flawless demeanor, almost exemplary.

and then her words registered. 'i don't know what i'll do without his shop to escape to.'

anastasia's turned her head down the alley, just barely catching sight of the book shop. the coil tightened, and she looked back at narcissa. "i have a few books of my own, if you'd ever like to borrow any."

[anastasiamortis]

rules | things to know

this will be relatively long. it's not meant to intimidate anyone, i simply thing that it's important to set boundaries and give general information.

first, i am eighteen years in old in real life. i live on the east coast of the united states, and i am currently in a rigorous school programme and getting ready to move states and attend university. for this reason, responses may be delayed. if three days have passed and i have not responded, please feel free to message me. i will more than likely respond as soon as possible, or get back to you regarding my situation.

furthermore, due to the nature of anastasia's character and backstory, i request that anyone who rps with me is at least sixteen years of age. she is demisexual/panromantic, but any romantic ships will need to be a slow burn. i will decide whether i think that a relationship fits the plot or her character. please respect this.

it should also be noted that anastasia is incredibly morally gray. she can be cruel and incredibly violent; however, it should be noted that her actions do not represent me as a writer. i do not stand for any of the actions or beliefs of my character.

i prefer to write on tumblr posts. my discord is available to mutuals only, as it reveals my full name and i am not comfortable revealing that to strangers.

finally, i will not write the following: nsfw, r*pe, n*n-c*n, inc*st, s*xual ass*ult, e*ting d*sorders.

[anastasiamortis]

anastasia mortis was the daughter of lilith and midas mortis, who had been born and trained by her parents as they had hoped to create the perfect soldier for the death eaters. growing up in isolation, anastasia learned to push her body to physical perfection in order to gain the approval of her parents. it wasn't until she was sixteen that she was allowed to attend hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, that she was exposed to others. exposed to the possibility of being better. of being human.

when you're born in a burning house, you think the world is on fire. but it's not.

cghq affliated.

[anastasiamortis]

september 1st || open

her breath caught in her throat, eyes scanning over the article for what seemed to be the hundredth time since she found it. a cool feeling ran up her spine, goosebumps appearing beneath the crisp fabric of her blazer.

famed bookshop owner caractacus burke found on his premise by aurors.

a figure came to stand beside anastasia, the two looking over the newstand side-by-side. she was silent for a long moment, the article struggling to process in her mind before she asked, "who do you think it was?"

[barty-crouchjr]

anastasiamortis​:

pet adoption day || open

anastasia blinked at the different animals around her. she’d received a paper just the other day, something about an all night carnival in diagon alley. it had been her tutor, francis, that had suggested she attend. something about learning to socialize before her first day at hogwarts – she couldn’t be bothered to listen too much. her opinion wouldn’t have mattered regardless.

she stopped in front of one of the shoppes. it was far less crowded than the others, though the inside was decorated with tanks and little creatures running about the store. furry, whiskered creatures; birds with large eyes and feathered wings; and were those… toads? frogs?

the bell chimes rang as she stepped into the store, and she seemed to go tense at the sound. she took in a breath, gripping her wand a bit tighter between her fingers.

-

Barty had been watching his slender black cat Nyx compete in the IQ challenge and as he guessed she placed with the highest of the day. She was his only companion over the summer holidays for years and he found a great source of entertainment in setting up puzzles for her to complete. He felt a sense of pride in her for taking top spot.  He was about to leave when he saw a new unfamiliar face entered the shop. Standing back for a few moments he studied her, she looked older than a first year and seemed on edge with the surroundings. Curiosity always getting the better of him he approached her with a lengthy stride and Nyx at his heels.  “Take it your new?” he mused with a charming smile.

He paused for a moment to judge her reactions. 

“I’m Barty Crouch Jr.,” as always the jr. carried its own special venom as he spoke, “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

[anastasiamortis]

the girl stared at him for a long moment, her eyes scanning his figure. she could recognize the name, of course. bartemius crouch sr. was the head of the department of of magical law enforcement, a candidate for the minister of magic. if she eneded to be placed on anyone's good side, it would have had to be him.

"anastasia mortis. it's a pleasure to meet you."

her voice was soft and slightly high-pitched. she placed a small smile on her face, dark eyes softening at the sight of the wizard. she bowed her head slightly.

"i'm new to the area," she admitted. anastasia nodded to the small black creature behind him, hiding a bit of curiosity. she'd seen a few wandering around the garden before. "is it yours?"

[anastasiamortis]

pet adoption day || open

anastasia blinked at the different animals around her. she'd received a paper just the other day, something about an all night carnival in diagon alley. it had been her tutor, francis, that had suggested she attend. something about learning to socialize before her first day at hogwarts -- she couldn't be bothered to listen too much. her opinion wouldn't have mattered regardless.

she stopped in front of one of the shoppes. it was far less crowded than the others, though the inside was decorated with tanks and little creatures running about the store. furry, whiskered creatures; birds with large eyes and feathered wings; and were those... toads? frogs?

the bell chimes rang as she stepped into the store, and she seemed to go tense at the sound. she took in a breath, gripping her wand a bit tighter between her fingers.

[anastasiamortis]

the ball | open

not that she would ever admit it aloud, but anastasia mortis was used to feeling small. that had been the point of all of her training, hadn't it? for her parents -- tutors and all -- to teach her the art of being controlled.

it was on the night of the new years ball that she felt the least in control. the malfoys had thrown together a dance, reserved only for purebloods, and her parents had finally risen high enough in the ranks to be given an invitation.

anastasia adjusted the heels that seemed to be digging into her skin, resisting the urge to tug at the tight fabric as she stood towards one of the corners. separated from the rest of the purebloods. she was safest that way.

[joongkihxnts]

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