the fury;

I will ruin you; I've ruined others.

[kadtherine]

when greek myths meet legends  ➝  sara lance as nemesis, the greek goddess of fortune, revenge and retribution

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Phoebe Tonkin x Barrie Knitwear (Chanel) for RUSSH Magazine 2018

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open to anyone

She saw the motion of people running to the place where the scream came from. The face, laid on the ground, the red and white from the snow a contrast painters would die for, was a well-known face: Sirius Black, the boy who once was her cousin, but now was nothing more than that --- a bloodied man who deserved whatever came to his way. Looking up to the woman sobbing, she saw a second-handed copy of herself. 

She pitied them at that moment.

Pitied them for their choices were now getting back at them.

And, at the same time, she felt angry. Angry because Bellatrix, for the first time, was not the one to cause them any sort of pain. Voldemort knew how much she wanted to see Andromeda and Sirius dead. He knew how willing she was to do it with her own hands; so why didn’t he ask? Apparently he did ask someone. 

Shed looked at Regulus’ face, then Lucius’, then her husband’s and her sister-in-law’s: none of them seemed to know what exactly was happening. She did not fear, though; blood traitors get what they deserve. They always do. 

“Obviously Sirius had to get all the attention to himself, right?”, she whispered. 

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A Proper Pure-blood Upbringing

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purestpeacock:

“Yes, Auntie Bellwix!” Draco giggled at his aunt and nodded enthusiastically while Lucius beamed at his little boy. The smile he turned on Bellatrix when he looked away from Draco was somewhat less all-encompassing, but still genuine.

Bellatrix was a bit blunt and overbearing for Lucius’s tastes, but she was certainly good to have at one’s side in a fight – and after all, who better than family to help usher Draco into the petty pastimes and amusements of his heritage? Not to mention who better to have around to potentially take the blame for anything that went wrong if Cissy caught wind of it than her only remaining sister! Lucius was a gentleman but he wasn’t a fool, and he would happily toss Bellatrix into that stampeded of manticores to save his own skin – or any stampede of manticores, really; she could take care of herself after all.

He offered her his arm to go along with the charming smile, and wrapped Draco’s hand tightly in his in preparation for the tug of Apparition. “Shall we, then?” he asked, gray eyes dancing with anticipation. Bellatrix was right; Draco was going to have a marvelous time.

Draco was a beautiful boy --- and yet more beautiful when you thought he was a Black. She’d die and kill for Narcissa and she knew Narcissa would do the same for the small blonde boy. 

Lucius was cocky, sure, and sometimes he talked too much, but Bellatrix learned how to enjoy his company, how to endure. “I think we should take it to next step, Lucius. Show Draco how his auntie and his father really work”, she said. “Draco, choose any muggle we want and I’ll get it for you. Just like that.”

[haybalemaze]

I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain.  — Elena Ferrante, from Days of Abandonment

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alclgbttm:

Every single word Bella uttered made Alice’s hair stand on end. She wondered what Bellatrix would do, if Neville and Frank really were home and the woman decided to pay them a visit. Whether Lestrange was part of the attack her family and she suffered (and she couldn’t be sure about it, not yet, not without proof for either possibilities), she was absolutely and utterly certain that Bellatrix wouldn’t hesitate to make them suffer just like they suffered last time, maybe even finish the job.

The fact that neither of her boys were actually home calmed her just the slightest – at least she didn’t have to worry about them -, though the uneasiness and uncomfortableness of having to converse with Bellatrix Lestrange is not that easy to get rid of. (Alice was almost certain it was basically impossible.)

“I think they wouldn’t want to take up your time. I am sure you are extremely busy, you really shouldn’t waste your time on my family and me,” Alice said in a sharp tone. The last thing she wanted was a visit from this woman, and she was sure Frank felt the same way. It would anything but a ‘little visit’, as Bellatrix put it. She tilted her head. “You sound… really interested in my family, you know? Why is that exactly, if I may ask?”

She felt as if she had just hit the right spot --- Alice’s face said it all. She looked terrified, angry, confused, all things in between. And Bellatrix loved it. She grabbed a book, one of those horror tales full of dark secrets and gave it to the other woman. A smile painted on her lips. “Read this one to your baby”, she kept smiling. She wished she could finish the job she started long ago just at that specific moment. She wished she could tear the Longbottom down, limb to limb, but slowly so the fun was not spared.

“I’m busy, sure, but busy to be a companion to my friends”, she pouted. “Come on, Alice, don’t tell me you forgot all the wonderful times we had.” That mischievous smile came again, easier this time. Alice Longbottom was a fun target, one she aimed and got it right every damn time. “Dear, I’m always deeply interested on blood traitors. Aren’t we all?”

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diveronaevents:

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

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alclgbttm:

There was uneasiness, a constant uncomfortable feeling in Alice whenever she was around Bellatrix Lestrange, and it was there now too. Her back was stiff, mind alert, weirdly aware of the scar on her back that she wasn’t even sure who gave her, but Bellatrix Lestrange has been without a doubt one of the top possibilities to be one of her family’s attackers. They were in a bookstore together, however, and pretending to not see the woman or going out of her way to not interact with her would have been pointless and assumed would have invited Bellatrix’s attention nonetheless.

She wasn’t looking for trouble, but a polite question didn’t hurt anyone.

Polite question didn’t automatically mean polite answer, however, and she wasn’t surprised one bit when that wasn’t what she got back.

She wanted to point out that by that logic, the other woman was just as predictable as she was – Bellatrix was there too, after all -, or that she hasn’t been in a bookstore in the last six or seven months at least, or so many other things that could have had an edge and could have been the beginning of an argument, but what would have been the point. Wouldn’t have made her feel any better, only probably would have made her worry even more once they parted. So she ignored the comment – but the one about her little boy she could not ignore.

“He stayed home with his dad today.” There was no way Alice would tell the truth. Nobody was home, so even if Bellatrix Lestrange decided to do anything and found their home, she would only find an empty house. What really was concerning was the fact that the other woman said she missed his face. Where did she even see Neville? Did she even see him or did was she messing with her?

“Are you looking for something? I don’t want to hold you up.“

It sure was a strange pleasure seeing Alice so terrified and yet so blind about what exactly made her feel that way. That girl was plain, simple, transparent as water, for the lack of a better metaphor. She had no idea what hit her --- or better, whom. 

“You left the boy with your husband? How sweet. Maybe I should come by and give them a little visit, what do you think?”, she smiled. Teeth and fangs and a bark that sure matched her bite. The confusion on Alice’s face when she talked about Neville made her insides turn --- pleasure, that was all she felt. “He’s growing up so fast. I say that to my husband all the time”, she sighed. “The Longbottoms, what a wonderful family.” 

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Earning a spot in Voldemort's inner circle isn't for the faint of heart. How did you prove you deserved your Dark Mark?

The Dark Mark was, somehow, always carved in your skin --- for it was there long before it was even made --- more than anything in the whole wide world, it belonged to you and you’d do everything to get it. Murdering. Torturing. Absolutely everything --- even risking your own neck for the greater cause.

You deserved that symbol; the symbol that meant you were always pure, like your family, like your own. The task was simple: “haunt a muggle. More specifically, a muggle that gave birth to a mudblood. Finish that person. With your own hands and do not use any masks”, that was the demand. You did not need any, you only wore them to protect your friends, the believers. You did not want to hide where your loyalty was, it needed to be shown. The task seemed like a blessing and you did it all with a smile on your face. 

You were a vicious creature. Maybe Voldemort saw that in you, maybe he just knew. Great minds think alike, isn’t that the saying?

[thisblogisnowgoneforgood-deacti]

Chanel No. 5 is my perfume when I’m feeling like a lady. It’s old-school and warm - and it reminds me of my mum.

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A Proper Pure-blood Upbringing

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purestpeacock:

OPEN STARTER: Death Eaters

“Now don’t forget,” Lucius told the solemn-faced four-year-old standing in front of him, “once we reach the park, we have to keep our masks on. All right?”

Draco nodded obediently. “Otherwise you ruin the game!” he chirped.

Lucius smiled indulgently. “Exactly,” he told his son, pressing a kiss to the little boy’s forehead before he settled the mask – a miniature version of the silvery, face-shrouding one that he wore when on duties for the Dark Lord – atop Draco’s forehead and snugging the cloak tighter around his little neck. “Masks and hoods,” he reminded the boy, who nodded again, gray eyes alight with eagerness.

Lucius couldn’t have been prouder – or more excited for the day’s activities, although he couldn’t help regretting not having asked Narcissa to come along. He thought that four was a perfectly suitable age at which to start learning the finer points of Muggle-baiting and the amusement value thereof, but he wasn’t sure that his wife would agree. While Lucius was quite content with the fact that the both of them rather coddled their son (he met all such accusations with a proud grin and gratitude that his skills as a father were being complimented on) he thought sometimes Cissy took it a little farther than necessary. Draco was a little boy, yes, and he was precious beyond words, but he wasn’t going to break if he toppled off a broomstick or stuck his finger in a hot cauldron.

Besides, she was the one arranging secret playdates with blood-traitors. Surely it was only fair of Lucius to be able to sneak off with their son for some quality bonding time as well, even if he didn’t have any blood-traitors in his pocket that he could trot-out and amuse the child with. But Muggles were easy to find. And even better, unlike blood-traitors, there was no need for subtlety. No need for pretending to be their friends first. You could go straight for the hex and then one little memory charm later, it was like you were never even there…

He wasn’t being irresponsible, either; he knew better than to engage in sport like this alone and a wandless four-year-old, no matter how clever and precocious, was not adequate back-up. But from the sound of footsteps approaching from the end of the drive, his back-up was right on time.

Lucius turned around with a toothy smile. “Beautiful day for it, isn’t it?” he said. Anything less and he would have cancelled, of course; he couldn’t have Draco’s first Muggle-baiting ruined by something as pedestrian as bad weather. But everything seemed more cheerful than usual today, sunny skies included, even though Lucius knew it was just anticipation for the fun to come. Being a father was marvelous.

Bellatrix knew very well that Lucius’ intentions for her nephew were the purest ones and she wanted to make sure Draco was learning the right things from the best people --- herself included. He carried the Black’s blood after all, she could not let him stray or even think he had another option. “Ready to go mud-baiting, dear?”, she turned to Draco, a sinister smile on her lips. It was important to be there. To teach the little Malfoy everything she could --- and more. 

Oh, what would Cissa say if she saw Bellatrix, wand in hand, teaching the little boy how to torture human beings? The image sent shivers down her spine. “And sure, Lucius, it’s a specially beautiful day. The amazing things that boy is going to see..”

[psych-facts]

“At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.”

(via viciously-yours)

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alclgbttm:

OPEN STARTER Flourish and Blotts, Diagon Alley July 16

Physically Alice was perusing in the books of Flourish and Blotts, but her mind was on Neville and what he might be doing currently. She dropped her little boy off at her dad’s place a couple of hours ago. Her dad found some kind of muggle museum exhibition that he got Neville all worked up and excited about as well, so she assumed they were having a great time, and she could at least run a couple of errands without being slown down by the little munchkin before her shift started later in the day.

She was looking for a new cookbook that she heard about from Molly Weasley after an Order meeting and the Tales of Beedle the Bard, because somehow she managed to misplace her old copy and Neville was asking for her to read it to him.

(She might have spent several days after the weekend when the news got out that a muggleborn went missing during the festival to try and get her mind off of things. It might have not worked - she probably drove Frank insane -, and after a while, she simply gave up. Both finding the book and trying not to think about what might have happened. They were all working on trying to find the missing person at work, and it was the best as she could do at that time.)

She looked up and down on the shelves again - she could never find any book she was looking for in this book. “Any chance you know where I can find a copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard?“ she asked when she realized somebody was standing near her, hoping the other person might have caught a glimpse of what she was looking for somewhere.

She knew who the woman in front of her was even before she saw her face. Something in the way she walked and dressed was too familiar; too entertaining not to take a chance. She knew the other woman very well, if that’s what you’d like to call it. Bellatrix laughed to herself --- apparently torturing someone makes you very close to another person.

If it did, then they were best friends. 

“A bookstore, Longbottom, seriously? Couldn’t you be more predictable?”, she asked. “Where’s the little boy? Oh, I miss that face.”

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missmvlfoy:

Open Starter Twillfitt & Tattings, Diagon Alley July 16

Narcissa always felt as if she were in her element when going to Twillfitt and Tattings. An endless amount of high end gowns, clothes and accessories for her to choose from to distract her from any issues that she may be experiencing. After the Daily Prophet article about the missing muggleborn, Narcissa knew she had to keep her mind focused on other things. This wasn’t supposed to be something that concerned her, but her heart was too caring as she thought about their family and how she would be distraught at the idea of her family members disappearing. This is why instead of thinking about it, she shopped.

In her search for something new she picked up a few dresses to try on, letting Draco sit on one of the seats in the change room area, walking in and out to show off her look to anyone in the store who might be lucky to catch a glimpse of her. There were a couple dresses that she liked the best but she was having trouble deciding which she wanted the most. She posed in front of the mirror, twirling around in a gown with a floral print skirt while also glancing over to a red dress she had previously tried on that was now hanging off to the side.

“What do we think? This or the red dress?”

Bellatrix was not as fond of shopping for clothes and accessories as Narcissa, but being with her sister was an enjoyable task. She liked being close to her sister, hearing her talk and smile like the old times. It was better to keep her under her eyes. 

Her nephew, Draco, was also there. The little boy with blonde hair --- blonde like his mom’s hair, blonde as Lucius’ --- and even if she did not like children that much, she opened a space in her heart for Draco, for she was sure he was destined for great things, blood involved. 

“The red one, for sure”, she said. “It suits you much better.”

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siriuscrionblack:

“Being around you? I’d more likely call that torture, or, a burden, or something that should be considered terrorist activity, maybe.” He shrugged as he said it, keeping his face even, nothing but the hint of a smirk on his lips. Bellatrix would enjoy it too much if he revealed too many of his feelings, and that was something he had always known. Wearing a mask was second nature to him, now. 

“My family’s around.” He responded lightly, making it clear he meant the blood traitors - not the family he had been saddled with at birth, the ones that were all too happy to sign on for muggle hunting like they were signing on for a tea party. “Been a bit busy with them so I was just grabbing another drink to add to the merriment, which, is what it’s called when people are having fun, I know that concept is a little unknown to you.”

"You have no idea how happy my company torturing you makes me”, Bellatrix said, a smile crossing her face --- that mischievous smile she pull it off like it meant nothing.

Family. That was what he thought it was. That was the reason he was not hers anymore. “I know what fun is. Your family know it too, don’t they? ‘Cause, let me tell you, I had plenty of fun with the Longbottoms once”, she said it and, to her at least, it was a joke. She wanted to mess with Sirius’ mind and she knew just how to do it. “At Hogwarts. I don’t remember exactly what year I was, but man, you should see how much fun we had.” A bluff. She knew how suspicious the whole Order was about who tortured the Longbottoms and why. She could see how suspicious Sirius himself was. And she enjoyed it.