be the darkness;;

Cassius Evander Fulgora. Sixteen. Pureblood. Slytherin. Proud Fulgora family member. The Fire Breather. "You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet, why should you?"

[zoeyrph]

a really long, but categorize d, ask meme

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”

“We lost the playoffs.”

“The girls team beat the boys!”

“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”

“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”

“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”

“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”

“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”

“Being a freshman sucks.”

“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”

“She/he told me they were a junior!”

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”

“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”

“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”

“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I definitely failed that test.”

“I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

“Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I’m not backing down.”

“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

“You make me so angry.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

"You’re the one that I want.”

“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

"Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

"I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

“What do you think about this outfit?”

“Bend over.”

“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”

“I thought you’d be bigger.”

“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”

“I can’t find my vibrator.”

“Just set your phone on vibrate!”

“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”

“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”

“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”

“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”

“I want to be on top.”

“That is one fine ass.”

“You look like a screamer.”

“Let me tie you up.”

“What’ll our safeword be?”

“I love making you squirm.”

“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.

[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?

[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?

[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.

[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?

[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.

[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

[insouxiant]

“Shut up. Just shut up!” ( CASSIUS HAHAHA )

“Shut up. Just shut up!” 

The words, r o a r e d with such sheer force of raw emotion, resounded in Emma’s ears like the endless beating of a drum. Quiet befall the pair as Emma was stunned into silence, her incomplete sentence fading into nothing. A line had been crossed, but Emma didn’t understand why. She stared at Cassius, confusion begining to replace the simmering anger and h u r t  that had driven her words.“You can’t just fucking quit on me, Cassius,” she’d yelled when he announced his decision. What happened to his promise of glory, of giving Slytherin the victory it deserved together? What happened to him being a risk Emma had been p r o u d she took, because he’d been worth it? What happened to him having her trust, and his sworn oath not to throw it back in her face because Emma Vanity did not trust just anybody, and Quidditch was more than just a game? 

Those were questions she’d wondered aloud, voice rising steadily like the tide. She understood his brother had died and that he was hurting – Emma was not perfect, but even she knew that much. What she did not understand, was how this grief meant he had to quit the team and b-r-e-a-k his loyalty to her as her vice captain. For Emma, Quidditch was her outlet – it was her go to way to deal with things. She knew if she lost someone like Cassius had, Quidditch would be crucial. Why couldn’t Cassius see that Quidditch would surely be good for him? A distraction, an outlet for the anger and the grief. Yes, she had selfish motivations for wanting her shining star back on the team, but she did genuinely believe it would do him good.

Neither spoke, allowing the unfamilar tension to fill the air like invisible, thick smoke. It was stifiling, choking her almost. Emma was used to a certain ease when it came to Cassius – there was a reason , but now she was at a loss for words. Some lines, Emma believed, were designed to be crossed. She was all too familar with the concept of what she called ‘soft lines’ and ‘hard lines’. Everything from the forcefulness of his voice to the h a r s h n e s s of his posture told Emma she’d unintentionally crossed a ‘hard line’, and she regretted it bitterly. For not even Emma would ever sink so low, especially not when the person in question was grieving. Cassius was someone Emma respected far too much to push like that. She didn’t understand why this boundary existed, but she understood now that Quidditch was not to be brought up. Her determination to have him back on her team had not wavered, Emma just understood that pushing him would get her nowhere. If when he ever came back ( which Emma refused to believe he wouldn’t ), it would need to be on his terms.The previous anger had simmered, replaced with a tense, s u f f o ca t i n g awkwardness, forming a barrier that had never existed between them before. Emma hated it. Over the past year in particular, Cassius had become more than just a housemate, a teammate, he’d become a friend; and that was something Emma didn’t want to lose. When she invested not only her respect and loyalty, but trust in someone, she fought to make it worth it. “Okay,” she eventually, her words dripping with an apology she was far too proud to ever say. Okay she would stop pushing him, okay she would give him his space, and okay Quidditch was a line that Emma would respect, because at the end of the day that was what friends did. They respected each other’s limits. She wasn’t sure what Cassius’s ability to read minds was like, but she hoped he understood the weight that one single word carried. 

[ammxavery-blog]

On the nights spent by herself, Amma was hard pressed to be found actually sleeping —- being without someone meant being lonely, and being lonely in turn made her feel restless. Especially when I look so cute in my peignoir, she lamented inwardly. She’d been up, and pacing around the common room, when Cassius Fulgora appeared out of the boy’s wing and set her brows to a raise. “Cassius?” Slipped from her lips before she could pull it back, and upon seeing the light spill onto his expression, “are you okay?” Next followed. She and Cassius had never really been friends, but they were house mates —- and the night made her feel a little kinder, though knowing his demeanour she’d likely not be met with the same temperament. 

[blazinghaert-blog]

At least it isn’t someone who I’m more familiar with, Cassius thought to himself when he spotted Amma Avery in the darkness. Had it been a friend, he knew that lying would be difficult, and he wasn’t particularly in the mood to lay his sorrows on the table freely. And yet, there was a part of him that wished it had been someone who would look beyond his walls and pull him out from the pit of despair that he felt like he was falling into. Truly, for once in his life, Cassius Fulgora was unsure about what he wanted. He wanted Lucia, but she wasn’t there. She hadn’t been there since Lucius died. But this wasn’t the time for him to fall apart in front of a Fifth Year, so he straightened himself up and met her eyes as he walked across the room. “Couldn’t sleep,” the boy answered curtly, making himself comfortable on the couch. He wondered if he should ask her whether she was okay. Maybe he should to redirect the focus of the conversation. After a pause, Cassius added, “Are you? Okay, I mean.”

[insouxiant]

“Cassius,” Emma replied, a hint of surprise at his presence colouring her voice. “You okay?” She asked, more out of habit than anything else. Emma made a point of checking up on her team and making sure they were mentally and physically ready for their upcoming Quidditch games — she wasn’t going to lose a game because a member was distracted by something or because an injury had gone untreated, after all. If they weren’t, she expected them to sort it out before the match. Cassius may no longer have been on her team — much to Emma’s annoyance — but the words slipped out of her mouth instinctively. How many times had she uttered those very same words when she’s been his captain? If she had anything to say about it, this hiatus ( for Emma refused to accept his departure was permanent ) of his would be short lived, and her best player would be back where he belonged soon enough.

[blazinghaert-blog]

The question that slipped out of Emma’s mouth took Cassius aback a little. It reminded him of the days when he was still ( one of ) her favorites on her team, of when she would only check up on him to make sure that he was doing well instead of doing what she usually did with her teammates—mother them until she was certain that they were ready to play the game. The days of when they were not only friends, but t e a m m a t e s. When she trusted him with half the weight of the team. When he was more than one of her teammates, actually—when he was her second-in-command. And being reminded of the fact made the guilt crash down on him again—hard. But he had made his choice to walk away from the sport after his brother died ( what was the point of playing if Lucius wouldn’t be able to watch him anymore? ), and not even his loyalty to Emma as her vice captain could shake that decision he made. Playing hurt, after all.

He looked away from her momentarily, refusing to let the guilt wash over him. His nightmare was enough to deal with for the night, and he didn’t need to beat himself up even further for making Emma unhappy. Cassius had thought that she would possibly understand that he simply couldn’t play anymore without his brother watching his every step—recording his progress and cheering on him and telling him to be better at the game. But he was w r o n g, and now he was disappointed. In himself, in her, who knew? Maybe he was disappointed in Lucius for dying. No matter what it was, it was difficult to form a coherent response to Emma’s question. No, he wanted to tell her. I’m not okay because my brother died and I don’t know how to be okay. But would she understand that? She hadn’t understood why he had to leave the team, what made this different? Cassius swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in his throat, before letting his legs carry him further into the room. Taking a seat next to the blonde girl, he glanced at her before managing to say, “Rough night. Why are you still up?”

[insouxiant]

It wasn’t uncommon for Emma to be up late in the common room at night — sometimes not leaving for her dorm until as late as 5pm, only to get up less than two hours later to run as she did every morning. Usually she was doing homework or coming up with a new Quidditch play and just lost track of time. Tonight — or morning, she supposed seeing as it was past midnight — she was drawing. It was a quiet hobby of hers, and one that she didn’t make very well known unless she needed to show people sketches of certain Quidditch plays. That was why she was hasty to pack it up when she heard footsteps descending into the common room. Curious as to who else would be up at such an odd hour, she called out quietly; “Who is it?”

[blazinghaert-blog]

He had hoped that he would find the common room empty at the late hours of the night. Cassius knew that every now and then, there was bound to be a Slytherin student out of bed at this hour, but he had prayed that today would be his lucky day and that he’d be able to enjoy the peacefulness of an empty common room alone. He supposed that not every dream came true ( if they did, that nightmare of his would ruin him ). His footsteps thudding on the floor of the common room, Cassius stepped out of the shadows a little to reveal himself to the other person in the room, squinting his eyes a little to see who it was. “It’s Cassius,” he said, his eyes adjusting properly to the low lighting before he realized who it was. His former Quidditch captain. “Emma.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

He was f a l l i n g. Falling, and listening to the voices of his dead brother. That was all Cassius could remember before he was jolted awake and whisked away from his bad dream. Just a nightmare, he told himself. It wasn’t real. Lucius blamed none of them for his death. And yet, the dream was imprinted on his mind so vividly. Reaching for his wand while he tried to regulate his breathing, Cassius climbed out of bed unsteadily. “Lumos,” the boy muttered, watching the tip of his wand light up with a little beam. Slowly, he began to creep out of his dorm room and into the Common Room, hoping that none of his dorm mates had heard him waking up.

[blazinghaert-blog]

They say the pit of despair is e n d l e s s. They say that you would fall deeper                                        and deeper                                      and DEEPER into the darkness and never see the light again.

                                               ( You never believed them.                                                         Not until now. )

                  It’s only after he’s dead                   that you understand that                   there is no getting back up.

You will fight, you promised yourself, but right now you close your eyes and let yourself f a l l into that deep, dark pit.

[littleredmackie-blog]

“Since when have you cared so much about the rules, Fulgora.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Since today, apparently.”

[freyaxfawley-blog]

“Oh? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware they made you prefect this year. How are your duties treating you so far? I’m certainly not an advocate for cigarettes, but yelling may be to someone else what smoking is to you.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“What? I’m not prefect, but I might as well be a better one compared to the sixth year Slytherin male prefect we currently have. Git can’t do his job right. And I wouldn’t be yelling if they hadn’t smoked here in the first place.”

[amosdiggxry-blog]

“Thought everyone else was in class, apparently not. But look, mate, if you’ve really got a problem, why don’t you come take it out of my hand, yeah? Until then, I’d like to finish a few drags without a nosy git and his annoying fucking voice, cheers.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Maybe I will,” Cassius growled out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he watched the other boy smoke. “Three seconds to put off that smoke, or I’ll fucking rip it out of your hand.”

[frozenhaert-blog]

“Give me more credit than that, Evander. I don’t let myself get caught breaking the rules. I am a Slytherin for a reason.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“That doesn’t mean that you’re doing your job right. Get these people to stop smoking in this hallway, will you?”

[frozenhaert-blog]

“Already demanding everyone to follow the rules I see, Evander.  Rules are boring. They say they’re meant to be broken for a reason.” 

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Do you ever do your job right, Vaughn?”

[chasingmaverck-blog]

“Nasty habit. My apologies. Just thought I could actually get to class on time without having to go to the tower.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“I get that. Just maybe try not to sacrifice other people’s health by your nasty habit, yeah?”

[partycrxuchjr]

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Fulgora. I’m sure you’ll use your ape like tracking skills and find the horrible idiotic person who smoked in the middle of a hallway.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Maybe I won’t if people would stop making the hallways reek of smoke. And don’t be an arse, Crouch.”

[freyaxfawley-blog]

“For the same reason someone would make a scene about it in the same very place, I suppose — lack of self control.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“There’s a difference, I’m enforcing rules. What good does smoking do?”

[deadpansnarkler-blog]

“Wow. Maybe because they want to?”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Do everyone in this school do what they want now, then? Because maybe I want to get angry at idiots who smoke indoors too.”

[littleredmackie-blog]

“Maybe because you’re mean to them and don’t ask nicely? Or maybe they’re in a hurry? Not everything is about Cassius.”

[blazinghaert-blog]

“Like I said, I’m fairly certain that smoking indoors is against the rules, Macmillan.”