Desdemona Borgia Black

7th year Gryffindor

[desdemona-borgiablack]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

"Is it? I thought it would have jumped out by now." Her words were a bit hard to understand as there were small gasps for air dispersed throughout. Des had her hand over heart as she tried to take deep breaths but just ended up panicking more when she couldn't.

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

[desdemona-borgiablack]

“It’s up to you how far you go. If you don’t try, you’ll never know” – The Sword in the Stone

Desdemona had been receiving mysterious letters via owl for a few months now. She felt like she was chasing the ghost of her past as the letters led her throughout different important locations from her childhood. It started with the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley, then the dress shop where she had her first memory of working with the owner to create something unique just for herself.

The peach fuzz on her neck stood straight up as the latest owl set her down a familiar path. The last time she walked this way it was the end of an era she didn’t realize would happen so soon. She had already been suspicious about who had been sending the owls but her curiosity got the better of her and she wanted to see it through instead of just throwing away the first letter like she first thought to do. She pulled up to her old home. It was just ashes and burned grass. Left in a perpetual state of destruction and pain.

Something golden and glittery was under some burnt wood in what used to be the living room. Des used her hands to move the wood, getting soot all over her pale fingers. She wasn’t thinking logically enough to use her wand instead of getting dirty. That was when Des realized what was there. When her parents passed she wasn’t given free reign of their vault. There was a stipend given for her needs but anything she wanted she had had to earn herself over the years. Now she was facing this golden old-fashioned key. She had seen it before as a child. Her parents would take it to Gringotts as a form of identification so that the employees would take them down to the vault and open it for them. Attached to the key was a note, magically kept clean, “It’s up to you how far you go. If you don’t try, you’ll never know”

Des had been trying to start a fashion line of her own while she worked for the tailor but it was hard and she could barely afford rent. Her 18th birthday had just passed and while she was happy with her friends she always had a hard time on her birthday as she grieved the loss of her family. She always had a sneaking suspicion that both hadn’t perished in the fire. She thought that was just a delusion she gave herself to give her hope. Now it was all but confirmed. Her family used to love watching The Sword in the Stone together.

With access to the vault she would be able to work full time on her fashion line and do something more than just be an assistant her entire life. She wanted to make her parents proud and she was going to work damn hard to make good on this gift. The money would also help to hire a private investigator.

[desdemona-borgiablack]

Do you have any strange phobias?

Is fear of blood a thing? I’ve passed out from seeing blood before.

[victoria-pedretti]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for Town & Country photographed by Pip

[thesoldiersminute]

Gina Gray — PEAKY BLINDERS S05E06

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[desdemona-borgiablack]

linden-flint​:

“Yeah, I don’t think I ever wore my tie that tightly or that long,” Linden said, tipping their head to one side, “I think it was because I knew Peeves would use it to his advantage. Do you think if I asked him nicely he’ll be even more of a nuisance to them than usual?”

“I’d say you were still kind of baby-faced, Desi; unscathed and unmarred by the burdens of life,” they teased.

“Mine was always short but then again I’ve always been tall and lanky.” Now Des tried to get away with not wearing a tie whenever she could. Their uniforms were unfortunate fashion wise. “If we’re going to traumatize them we should use The Nightmare.” Des giggled at the thought. As if Freddy could ever be scary to her. But the first years didn’t know that. “And you look like a hardened criminal,” She joked with a smile on her face that faltered at the edges ever so slightly. She wished she was unscathed but sometimes she felt far from it. She knew she was luckier than most for sure, but the fire haunted her dreams. The idea that she had parents one day but was alone the next made her heart ache beyond measure. “Can you believe it’s our last year?”

[desdemona-borgiablack]

linden-flint​:

“We’ve been back precisely forty-seven minutes and already the record for Fastest Time to be Accosted by an Over-Enthusiastic First Year has been broken. Congratulations. Do you want me to see if they’ll be the new holder for Quickest Time for a Student to Shit Their Pants? What did they even want, anyway?”

“I think they were asking for the bathroom so you’re probably right about being the new title holder. Truly a right of passage to get lost on the stairs the first year.” It was still frustrating to Des when the stairs moved and she had to wait for them to switch back. “Maybe we’re just getting old but I don’t remember us looking like such babies when we first came to school.”

[desdemona-borgiablack]

freddy-ryland​:

Q hummed triumphantly into the cuddle, squirming even further into her best friend’s lap. “My Sun and Stars…” she greeted back affectionately, and then folded herself up like a contortionist so that she could wheedle her socked toes underneath the sheets. Quinn pulled the blanket up to her nose to hide her grin, so that only her eyes were visible from where she was laid in Freddy’s bed, her gaze moving with bemused curiosity between the other two girls as they exchanged some awkward niceties. This shit was better than Degrassi!

Not wanting to detract even a molecule of attention away from this moment, Quinn held still and just watched—eager to see who might crack first.

@freddy-ryland·

Freddy sudden and poignant urge to throw Q off the bed came in full force, her best-friend was setting her up gosh darn it. The teen’s head was splitting open and the sun needed to be turned off. Idly she reached down to rub her fingers through Q’s head, “Dear little comet…” she muttered, “what in the high constellations are you scheming right now?” she finally hisses, trying to will the flush in her cheeks to relax as Dizzy sat on the floor. 

“Hey,” Freddy leaned over to grab Des’s hand and tug on it, “Come up here, there is more than enough room,” there absolutely was not, but fudge it all.

“Last night was alot of fun,” she nudged Q’s leg with her own, or perhaps it was Q’s hip, “though I keep forgetting I’m a bit of a lightweight - did anyone else see a dancing pygmy Griffin or was that just that last shot of Illusion Tequila that was funneled down my throat?” her laugh cracked in the back of her throat, high and nervous. 

@desdemona-borgiablack​

Des glanced at Quinn pulling up the blanket and wondered what the girl was up to. She couldn’t help the blood rushing to her cheeks as Freddy grabbed her hand. Des wanted to refuse because she was so confused about her feelings. Saying ‘no’ to Freddy just wasn’t possible for Des. She climbed on the bed, all arms and legs like a baby giraffe. She was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of Freddy. Close enough that if she were to just lean over she could steal another kiss. ‘Stop it’ she had to tell herself to get out of her day dream. Quinn was right there and she didn’t have the excuse of being drunk anymore. All she had now was coffee breath and a headache. 

“It really was. I’m glad I ended up going.” Really glad. Des sheepishly looked at Freddy. “Not sure how much I remember honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much to drink before. Don’t remember a dancing pygmy Griffin though.” She remembered the kiss though. She remembered how warm and cozy it made her feel, but it was confusing to her now. “Did the two of you see that one kid doing the kegstand just to have it explode foam all over him?”

@linnea-quinn​

[wixcollective]

A girl trying to find her way in the world. She loves fashion and tea, and her best friend Freddy. 

Name: Desdemona Ophelia Borgia Black Birth: May 31st, 2003 in Edinburgh, Scotland Nationality: British, Argentinian, Spanish Species: Pureblood Wix Gender: Cis female Pronouns: She/her Disciplines: Faceclaim: Anya Taylor-Joy

Currently

Residence: Remus-Tonks Orphanage, London, England Occupation: 7th year Student (Hogwarts), Shop Assistant at Weaver’s Threads (Knockturn Alley) Affiliations: Gryffindor House Connections: Freddy Ryland (friend), Linden Flint, Maeko Burke, Linnea Quinn Larsen (distant relations), Kyrie Rivers (crush)

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[desdemona-borgiablack]

freddy-ryland​:

Amicable and encouraging, Quinn placed a gentle hand on the outside of Desdemona’s and said, “We can change that. Just give it some time.”

Then she got distracted from how flustered Des was getting and the Gryffindor’s question when she noticed Freddy stirring in bed. The Seer pulled the duvet up and over her head, and Quinn grinned mischievously. She carefully set the mug of coffee down, put a conspiratorial shh! finger over her lips at Des, then took a running start in her socked feet and full-on leapt through the air like a flying squirrel onto the covered blob that was Freddy. The Hufflepuff groaned and Q sprawled, belly-up, and needled brightly, “Rise and shine, Freddy-kins! The sky is awake so I’m awake! Getupgetupgetupgetup…”

@freddy-ryland·

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Soft voices stirred Freddy from her thankfully dreamless sleep, the sun was a thousand times too bright and her mouth stuck together like spun sugar. Turning over Freddy buried herself into her pillows with a low pitched whine, getting up wasn’t an optio–

“Quuuuuuuuuuuuew,” Freddy groaned dragging out the syllable in the worst type of whine, “I don’t wanna get up, five more minutes.” Reaching a hand out from her cocooning of blankets Freddy patted the top of Q’s head with a sleep-warm hand, dragging her fingers through her hair and tapped against her cheek. “I don’t wanna get up,” Q’s voice however kept driving into her brain, over and over and over and, “okay fine,” sitting up Freddy wrapped her arms around Q, handling her friend like a teddy bear to cuddle in a lazy hug. “G’morning moonshine,” tilting her neck to the side she gently pushed Q to lie next to her then found Des looking up at them both.

Freddy smiled, wide and bright, “Good morning Dizzy,” her lips tingled, did Des remember? Freddy had drunk the night through, danced through much of it but the one of the only bright spots of memory were Des’s lips on hers, the press of her figners and - oh! Oh nargles. A high flush grew on her cheek, her voice cracked like Ky’s when they were 13 and gangly, “H-how are you? Didja sleep okay?”

@desdemona-borgiablack​

Des shuddered when Quinn was so loud. It was still too early and her head hurt too much. “Morning Freddy” Des whispered as she gave a small smile over the rim of her mug. What Quinn said about things changing made Des happy. She would really like more friends. She loved Freddy but she felt bad relying on her as her only friend all the time. Plus the more the merrier, right? Des felt warm when Freddy called her by her nickname. Did she always feel like this? She wasn’t even sure anymore. All she could think of was how warm her cheeks felt despite everything being totally normal.. Yep nothing was different at all. Why would anything be different? Why would the cute little crack in Fred’s voice make Des blush harder? “I’m good. Quinn was nice enough to get me coffee. Did you sleep well?” She desperately hoped that Freddy wasn’t going to regret the kiss because it would absolutely crush her. Des sometimes wish she didn’t crush so hard and so fast. It was painful and didn’t usually end well for her. “Last night was fun.” she said in a hushed tone.

@linnea-quinn​

[desdemona-borgiablack]

freddy-ryland​:

“Don’t worry about it,” Freddy weaved her arm into Des’s dragging her along the road towards the shops. The duo dodged a few kids running around while Freddy tilted her head back to enjoy the sunshine. “Colors will be really nice, I’ve taken to using different ink to annotate my work books, though I’m really used to taking notes at this point.” If only because the dressing down she’d get for staining any of the Lib-Con books put enough fear in her heart to make her cry. “Yeah of course! It’s gonna be some super interesting stuff, gotta hide it from my brother before he gives me another ‘dark wix’ lecture and how ‘entertaining grey magic’ can lead to someone’s downfall blah blah blah.” Her brother’s puritanical beliefs on dark magic always put Freddy in a stormy mood.

“My notes are and forever will be a mess. I’m hoping the colors will help keep me at least somewhat organized. Maybe then I could at least keep the notes for one class separated from the others. Though I guess then there is the issue of actually remembering to use a different pen for each class and keeping consistent with each one. Yeah I’m pretty sure I’m doomed.” Des chuckled. School was the one place she was consistent She was hopeless but she always managed to do well enough and that was okay with her. Though she could do without the last minute panic before every exam. “You’re smart and your brother should trust you more.” Des’s own parents dabbled a bit but she didn’t think they were bad people. Unfortunately for naïve Des they were, are, bad but regardless she felt like nothing Freddy did would be bad. She was just such a bright shining light and how could anything bad happen with her? “Are you going to move out when you graduate? Maybe then they’ll back off a bit.”

[desdemona-borgiablack]

linnea-quinn​:

Quinn’s brows rose up toward her chestnut hair, unkempt from having been slept on and not combed yet, as she tried to keep a relatively straight face. If she’d been talking to Freddy, Q would have had absolutely no problem with teasing her outwardly (but always with the utmost affection, of course). Desdemona, though, was another case entirely. The Gryffindor required more mindful handling than Q’s best friend—like an ancient manuscript weathered with time, or a baby deer standing up on feeble legs. Des could spook easily; she even had the doe-eyes to back up the comparison.

So Q hummed knowingly, glancing at the lump of a still-sleeping Freddy in the bed, then looked back at Des and said with a friendly shrug, “You’re our friend too, Des…and besides, our year is close-knit, you know? I’m sure once everyone gets to know you better it’ll be even more fun to have all of us together…” She took another sip of coffee, and then in a very unsubtle attempt at nonchalance, Q pressed gently, “…and speaking of fun—you definitely looked to be having some of it during Truth or Dare…” She blinked, and smiled innocently. “…fun, I mean.”

The night was a blur but the kiss was burned brightly into her brain. It wasn’t even something she had thought she wanted. She loved Freddy, sure, but she had never thought of her that way. Or at least she didn’t think she did. She had spent a long time crushing on someone who barely knew she existed and it had blinded her from the person who was always by her side. Maybe she had done it as a way to protect herself. A superficial crush was easier to think about than the idea of wanting a friend. She never wanted to lose Freddy and she saw so many school romances coming together just to fall apart a month later.

“But you lot are so much closer. My own fault really” she felt like she was on the outside looking in when they all got together but she desperately wanted to just walk through the glass and join the group. “No more fun than anyone else!” Des’s voice went up a few octaves and her face immediately began to resemble a ripe tomato. “What about you? Have any fun?” She asked to try and get the attention off of her while she drank more of the coffee.

[desdemona-borgiablack]

( inspiration  )

I would say Coco Chanel is my inspiration. My mom always loved her products and I fell in love with them too. Did you know she went to an orphanage too? When her mother died. I want to get out and make a name for myself just like her.