Maddy would never say it out loud, especially not today because everybody’s so political, but she never really had any desire to have a career or job. She was just interested in doing what she did, just without school and the other bullshit.
i don’t chase, i conquer. you will crumble like rome for me.
JOSEPHINE GREENGRASS really is the spitting image of ALEXA DEMIE, right? For someone only TWENTY-FOUR years old, JOSIE has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that PUREBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since JULY, 2028, working as a TEACHERS ASSISTANT in the DIVISION OF CIVILIANS. SHE is a CIS-WOMAN and is known to be ARROGANT and PRETENTIOUS but also ELEGANT and CUNNING. Best of luck surviving through this. ⊰ TRI, 19, AEST, SHE/HER ⊱
character inspiration: maddy perez (euphoria), jackie burkhart (that 70′s show), lucrecia montesionos (elite), lucille bluth (arrested development), blair waldorf (gossip girl), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), gina linetti (brooklyn nine-nine), heather chandler (heathers)
links: pinterst
triggers: verbal abuse, death, murder, nsfw (all are marked before the dot point)
[ VERBAL ABUSE TW: Josephine Greengrass has always had a taste for the finer things in life. She likes large cut diamond sitting on silver rings, wide golden bathtubs filled to the brim with soapy water, overflowing glasses of champagne and pearls hanging from her neck. She likes luxury, and extravagance, and everything that is too much — even when she was told she didn’t deserve a cent.
Christoph Avery (an older man Daphne had met post-Hogwarts) had never been much of a father, after all. He’d wooed poor Daphne in the first few months of their whirlwind romance, and once she was pregnant with a ring around her finger, he brought her crashing back down. He wouldn’t lay a hand on the girls and so no one seemed to realise that both Daphne and Josie constantly had to deal with a house that felt nothing like a home, with a husband and a father who told them they were nothing, a man who would bring them down any chance he got. Christoph was an awful man, and he would always be that way. END TW ]
Daphne and Josephine have always been close. Mother and daughter stick together like glue, buying into each other’s delusions of grandiose until Josie had grown up to appear as a spoiled brat. They didn’t have as much as they might’ve wanted, but any love they lost from Christoph they made up for with each other and the occasional stolen ring from an expensive jeweller. Daphne taught Josie what it meant to be a woman, and Josie took this and ran with it — Daphne was proud of the bitch she’d raised, even if others shook their heads.
At Hogwarts, Josie shone. No one knew what went on behind the closed doors of her house in London (not even her Malfoy relatives), and so she appeared perfect, untouchable, a queen amongst pawns. She relished in her popularity (even if you hated her, you would get nowhere if you didn’t love her) and found joy in keeping everyone she met on her tight leash. She moved from pointless hookups to pointless relationships faster than anyone could keep track, and she cycled through friends like she was trying on every fit. She adored to be adored and she adored to be feared.
Josie never did particularly well academically and that was because, simply put, she didn’t care for it. She didn’t care to work. She’s not lazy, don’t at all get that confused (she was sorted into Slytherin, for Merlin’s sake), she just doesn’t believe she was born to work. Her passion and her ambition is funnelled into her obsession with the highest standard, and she truly didn’t care to try in Hogwarts. In fact she barely managed to scrap something together that was viable for a graduating grade. She just did it so that she could get out into the real world (or, well — those she’d made to finish her homework did it, really).
In fact, Josie has such a complete disinterest with work as a whole that she didn’t care for a job once she graduated. She continued to live with her mother and her wretched father and throw parties and drink until she was drunk all while buying (or sometimes stealing) whatever her heart desired. She had no way to fund her fixation with luxury other than the money her high class name had borne her.
[ VERBAL ABUSE, DEATH/MURDER TW: Never, though, did Christoph change. In fact, once Josie has graduated, things only got worse. Anything Josie or Daphne did seemed to infuriate him, and they were around all the time. His abuse only got worse, his threats only got stronger, and it was one cold evening in December of 2027, Daphne and Josie left alone in their house drunk on champagne, that the thought they had both been dreaming of is finally voiced — Christoph needs to go.
On quiet mornings and in the dead of night, the girls try to hatch a plan. They want not just for Christoph to be out of their lives — they want him to be out of everyone’s. But what are two girls born to a sheltered life of luxury going to do? It is not until April of 2028 that the universe seems to drop a plan right into their laps.
People are dying already, the world is slowly being overrun by these zombies, as the muggles seem so intent on calling them. Missing posters are plastered all over the town walls, people knock on doors asking if anyone has seen their loved ones, and death seems to leave a foggy haze over the world. To Daphne and Josie and perhaps only to Daphne and Josie, this is fate — this is how they will do it.
It’s 2:30 in the morning, June 3rd, 2028, and Daphne and Josie are in Christoph’s room, standing over his bed, a knife in their hands. Finally, finally, the man who tried to ruin their lives for 24 years is dead, he’s gone, and in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, these two girls feel at peace. Neither can really remember who dealt the killing blow — it’s all a blur and both their hands are dirty. The body is dumped and tears are strewn across their faces the next morning as they run into the arms of family and friends and tell the tragic story of how they witnessed their husband and father fall prey to the Inferi. END TW ]
Not long after that fateful night, Daphne and Josie make the joint decision to move into Hogwarts, telling everyone that they fear for the lives after witnessing such a horrific act. Truthfully, they are scared — or at least, Josie knows she is. She and her mother are alone now, and it’s everything they’ve ever wanted and everything they’ve ever feared. She don’t know how to live in a world that doesn’t pander to her or a home that doesn’t hate her. Josie hates having to work within the walls of her new house (teacher’s assistant seemed the easiest, though now she is living to regret it), but she’ll do it if it means she’s safe. If it means that one day, when all this is over, she and her mother will be alive and they can build that extravagant life they’ve always dreamed of.
MISCELLANEOUS
Despite never really being taught such a thing, Josie has taken quite a taste to blood purity. She thinks the acts of war and violence are ridiculous and a waste of time, and therefore would never engage in such frivolous games, but that doesn’t mean the thoughts and the prejudice aren’t still there. In fact, Josie was somewhat vocal about this standing during her time at Hogwarts — she only kept it quiet in her adult years once it seemed those aligning themselves with such a thought were being punished. Daphne has never really taught her otherwise and Christoph was always far too busy yelling at her to groom Josie’s taste in blood, and so it seems she came to this conclusion herself — there is pride in being pure, untouched by those who aren’t worthy of her power.
[ NSFW: Josie loves sex! Pointless, meaningless, oftentimes rough sex! And if you try to call her a slut for it, she’ll make you wish you were never born. She likes sex but she’s never been much of a fan of commitment — in fact, the only part of a relationship that interests her is the idea of being eternally adored, of being showered in praise and gifts simply because you have chosen this one person. She’s never had a serious relationship, though — and she doesn’t intend on it. Monogamy is overrated. END TW ]
Josie has always gone by the name Greengrass, even before her father’s ‘tragic’ demise. When she was young, it was because of the way it sounded on her tongue — far sweeter than the abrasive Avery — but as she grew older, it was a way for her to stick it to the awful man she had the unfortunate luck of being biologically related to. Josie relates far more to the Greengrass name than to the Avery, even if both have equal social status. She is her mother’s daughter through and through and her name should reflect that.
probably more to come, i have, however, just now blanked. cool! enjoy.
have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk – i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix –
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via dallisons)
Maddy knew who she was from a very early age. For as long as Maddy could remember, everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special, something intangible, something immeasurable. And it gave her confidence. That’s why she loved pageantry, because you didn’t have to be the prettiest or the tallest or the blondest or the whitest. You just had to have fucking confidence.
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