god / filth.

[maurawrites]

Marcos Diaz in 1.03 ‘eXodus’

[machiavelliani]

❝ I never claimed to be good. ❞ (from bby katie! c:)

it’s - endearing , her best efforts , etched under long lashes in the rims of doe eyes. he smiles , wry , wonders if she’s well versed in putting up this front , of which neither of them have any use for. ❝ i hate to break it to you , darling , but you don’t have to claim it. it’s written all over you. ❞ 

he isn’t soft. nothing about him is soft , and somehow , wherever her words touch , his skin grows pliant there. it’s a natural effect. because front or not , she doesn’t seem to be in the habit of trying too hard , and she’s impressive all on her own. blaise doesn’t like that.

it doesn’t mean he can deny it. 

❝ why would you wanna be anything else anyway ? you’re - ❞ he catches himself on the edge of his own words , smiles again. ❝ decent as is. ❞

[machiavelliani]

❝ Bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ (From Catarina)

❝ prescribe me the difference. ❞ he cares for neither , not in the traditional sense , but he does love to be entertained. it’s essential in this day and age , and he would be the first to forego such a luxury. at least , that’s what he tells himself. in the grand scheme of things , such a mundane inquiry won’t matter much , but he has all the time in the world now , and he has a knack for wasting it in the worst ways. ❝ and what good has either done you ? ❞ 

[heavenhillgirl]

Queen Sugar

[dramiones]

blaise zabini & ginny weasley x hospital au (feat. enemies to lovers)

↳ requested by @lestrainge

[rpmemeswagon]

                                        * . ✧ CIRCE ✧ . *

                                               - STARTERS -

❝ He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. ❞ ❝ Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. ❞ ❝ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. ❞ ❝ I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season. ❞ ❝ You have always been the worst of my children. ❞ ❝ I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out. ❞ ❝ When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist. ❞ ❝ When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world. ❞ ❝ I will not be like a bird bred in a cage. ❞ ❝ This is what it means to be alive. ❞ ❝ But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. ❞ ❝ Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me. ❞ ❝ Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞ ❝ You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❞ ❝ You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you. ❞ ❝ The grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh. ❞ ❝ Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ Who knows what is in me? Will you find out? ❞ ❝ Bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ ❝ How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known? ❞ ❝ If you want it, I will do it. ❞ ❝ All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. ❞ ❝ Fear of failure was the worst thing for any spell. ❞ ❝ Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water. ❞ ❝ Most men do not know me for what I am. ❞ ❝ You are right, this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. ❞ ❝ He was no husband, scarcely even a friend. ❞ ❝ We bear it as best we can. ❞ ❝ Timidity creates nothing. ❞ ❝ It is youth’s gift not to feel its debts. ❞ ❝ What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know. ❞ ❝ They do not care if you are good. They barely care if you are wicked. ❞ ❝ Oh, sweetheart, it cannot be done. ❞ ❝ Lady, you and I are in accord. ❞ ❝ Why should I care what is in their hearts? ❞ ❝ You must keep your tricks close or you will lose everything. ❞ ❝ I never claimed to be good. ❞ ❝ My whole life, I had waited for tragedy to find me. ❞ ❝ You must understand people if you would rule them. ❞ ❝ Be sure not to dishonor me. ❞ ❝ Do not try to take my regret from me. ❞ ❝ Even those who had loved me a little did not care to stay. ❞ ❝ I can please you, I swear it. You will find none more loyal than me. ❞ ❝ I do think he loved me a little. ❞ ❝ Well? What do you have to say to me? ❞

[winterherny]

edits alphabet ◦ ━━ Blaise Zabini

Am I bitter? Yes. But do I try to move on and let go of past anger? Well, actually no.

[lestrainge]

every slytherin ever 18/99 — blaise zabini

❝ and to every honorable king there is tied a glorious, sun-kissed legacy.  ❞

[mtivatedajdkhkjdhasjkdhas-deact]

red dead redemption one starters. edit as needed.

i can give you some insight. i can show you what your guts look like.

before i act selflessly, allow me to act selfishly.

if you think i’m gonna lower myself to make a joke about being all tied up, you’ve got another thing coming.

this man is a fucking charlatan. 

for a man of the people, you sure ain’t very popular.

i wont pretend to understand you, but i will make you endeavor to understand me. 

a bunko, a graverobber, and a drunk. how could things possibly go wrong?

he’s already gone off to (place). you’ll never find him down there.

oh, it’s true. they love me down there. 

i’m not sure your idea of paradise and mine are quite the same, (name).

i know we ain’t exactly old pals, but, y’know, have i ever done you wrong? 

i’m a traveling man, sir. this land is much too small for the likes of me. 

they say god invented whiskey to stop the irish from taking over the world.

i was real drunk last time i was here, (name).

he was a real nice chap. or maybe he was a real bastard? 

oh, let me guess. you gotta be on your way. 

the famed hospitality isn’t what it once was, and i’ve never been known to overstay my welcome.

you’re an angry and a fuck-ugly man, but not a bad one.

i’m many things, most of them bad, but a man of political principles? no.

well, you won’t make it in the circus, but you can shoot. 

it means a little. you were famous when i was a boy.

killing men is a strange kind of fame.

i was the fastest in my time. 

sure. somewhere between the threatening stare and the soldiers armed to the teeth, yeah, you had me. 

my country is in pain. terrible pain.

sometimes, in the service of what is right, you’ve got to do terrible things.

my men are trying to lure him into a trap. 

(name) is a good man, a strong man. 

you talk bad about other people because it makes you feel better about yourselves. maybe you should look in the mirror. 

we are poor. kindness must take a different form.

they’re part of a past i can’t seem to get rid of.

the past is all that’s real, my friend. it cannot be erased. 

i know i can’t change the past, but i’m sure gonna do something about the future. 

(place) is an easy place for a man to lose himself, whether he wants to get lost or not. 

i’m not getting paid. it’s a long story. i’m being made to do this. 

if you help us, we help you. 

no one hides from (name) for long.

don’t the people have the right to stand up for themselves? 

for a tired old revolutionist, you are very naive. 

he’s a traitor, a liar, a coward and a sinner. 

when a mans family is involved, you need a little more enthusiasm than apologies.

those who sit on the fence make their own choice, in their own way. 

man living in the past, who ran away from home. what choice did you make?

funny how everyone seems to know my business, but nothing about the men i’m looking for.

you rest. don’t worry about me. i’m too old for sleep.

you’re the hero around here, not me.

if they lay a finger on her, i swear i’ll feed those bastards their balls.

here we are. looks kinda sleepy, don’t it?

we all have problems. we must solve them together, or die alone.

and one day, one day soon, (name) will know justice.

in our hearts, we are all free. let us make it so.

you can take it off my dead body!

it’ll mean that war is brutal, and unnecessary, and good people die. that is all it will mean.

while there are guns, and money, there won’t be any freedom, (name).

i have my own family to worry about. 

good actions make you a good man. 

i will help you, out of respect for your loss.

(name) betrayed me, and i saw him do bad things. things that disgust even me. 

but me, you, him .. we’re all shooting people. don’t really seem like we’re very different. 

you americans forget too quickly, that is the problem. 

i once believed it was possible to make a difference. that, if we spilled enough blood, we could change the way people think.

i feel terrible, but it isn’t safe for them here anymore. 

i will stay and fight. i’m ready to die, if necessary. 

we tried to protect him, give him a gentler childhood than what we had. guess i failed at that.

i ain’t been much of a father. we tried to hide the bad from him growing up, but he saw things he shouldn’t. 

old friends make the worst enemies.

we was friends once, a long time ago. not anymore.

very little is beneath a man such as me.

if i find out you’re lying to me, (name), you’ll really find out the man i used to be.

i wasn’t gonna give him a second chance to kill me. 

not particularly. he was hardly worth the bullet. 

(name) would die fighting for what he believed in. he had a lot of passion, but no love. 

it was like the one thing he ever believed in turned out to be a fraud. 

it ain’t exactly fondness. we was close once, but he never cared for me, or anyone else. 

i’m a semi-literate farmer and a hired killer. i’m hardly in the power game. 

you have an interesting way of serving the people. kind of like a national gigolo. 

one way or another, this might be the end. 

i don’t care who a man is, what he does, or where he’s from. he treats me right, and i’ll do the same. 

the poor are many, and together, we are strong. 

it’s hard for me, too. but i’ve pulled this trigger too many times, now. i’m getting tired.

a famous outlaw come to die in the sunshine. 

(name) woulda killed you by now. she always thought you were a creep.

you wanna settle this now, friend? or do you want me to shoot you in the head right now for that poor girl?

if you win power, remember why you wanted it. 

no, sir. i want you to shoot him for me.

your wife and son are doing well. lets both try to ensure things stay that way.

i can’t imagine i’d ever say anything quite so trite.

i’m sure all the men you murdered wanted their families, too. 

we both know how this has to be, and it could all be over today. 

it ends when we say it ends, you’re in no position to make demands. 

you can’t erase your past, (name), but we can.

a bit of a cliche, admittedly, but still a dying breed. like a buffalo. still just as dumb, but not quite as noble. 

oh, i think he knows whats at stake. don’t you, (name)?

you’ll make me blush with all these kind words. 

i can walk faster than this piece of crap. give me a horse any day. 

it’s a fairly simple agreement, even for a man as devoid of intellect as yourself.

how does it feel? taking a mans wife and child from him? does it make you feel good? 

how does it feel to kill hundreds of men in cold blood? 

i’ll put a bullet in him, don’t you worry. won’t like myself for doing it, but i’ll do it.

i know, it’s hard. you like (name). he’s charismatic. 

i don’t rightly know. but it felt good saying it. 

i think we need to get him before sundown. 

well, before i shoot you myself, let me just point out the obvious. 

the one person we have left who can appeal to (name) is the last person we have who knows him.

we can’t always fight nature, (name). we can’t fight change. we can’t fight gravity. we can’t fight nothin’. 

my whole life, all i ever did was fight. 

when i’m gone, they’ll just find another monster.

our time has passed, (name).

so at the end, you didn’t have the guts to shoot him? 

oh, trust me. it looks better in the report that way. 

they’re quite safe and sound. 

i know this wasn’t easy for you, but, i have to say, you’ve done your country proud.

come on, (name), lets go find somebody else we can annoy. 

i wasn’t so ladylike, and he didn’t try it again. nor no one else.

that’s a nice way to greet somebody. why donts i get a warm and tender embrace?

hold your excuses until you figure out which one to use.

he saw things no boy should see. 

your back’s tense, and it’s making the rifle jump. 

you always was a hard and nasty man, (name).

i’ll give you a bad case of ‘someone just shot me in the head’ if you don’t hurry up.

this is my son. anything that happens to him, you’ll wish it was you that was attacked.

don’t be too eager to grow up, son. ain’t as much fun as it looks.

is there anything you don’t like shooting?

i won’t let nothing happen to you.

[captnbard-deactivated20200128]

“I wouldn’t touch a filthy blood traitor like her whatever she looked like.”

[betsydobsons]

URL edit for @zcbini ( Happy Birthday love)

— “ to be hardworking, truthful, and loyal we’re all considered positive qualities. So why is being cunning, blunt and fixated any different? Tell me why? “

[znkos]

blaise zabini → url edit for @zcbini

Even you think she’s good looking, don’t you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please! I wouldn’t touch a filthy blood traitor like her whatever she looked like.

[realjackoconnell]

poc hp characters | ii. blaise zabini

“Blaise was a tall, dark skinned boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes. He was described as being vain about appearances.”

[belladoesrpmeme]

khalid sentence starters

From the “American Teen” album. Adjust as you see fit.

“I don’t want to come home tonight.”

“I’m high up, off what? I don’t even remember.”

“My friend passed out in the Uber ride.”

“'Cause this is our year!”

“All my boys are with me, going up for the night.”

“We don’t always say what we mean.”

“It’s the lie of an American teen.”

“I’ve been waiting all year to get the hell up out of here.”

“Maybe I’m not really drunk.”

“Maybe I’m really good at faking.”

“My youth is the foundation of me.”

“I’ll be living this dream with you.”

“I’m proud to be American.”

“I lost my heart in the nighttime.”

“She left me out in the cold, broken and weary, drunk off the lies she told.”

“I fell in love in the morning.”

“The days get harder in November.”

“All the things you say, I’ll remember.”

“Promise that you’ll keep my love with you.”

“I lost my mind when you left me.”

“You were so quick to reject me, so I take my time being sad.”

“I fell so hard, I’ll admit it.”

“The feeling wasn’t mutual.”

“You’re too late this morning.”

“I think I’ll be okay.”

“Damn, my car still smells like marijuana.”

“My mom is gonna kill me.”

“Traffic’s backed up from corner to corner, so I guess I’ll hit the highway.”

“Well, my parents aren’t like yours. Yours are more understanding.”

“I never fell in love, I save those feelings for you.”

“I’m eighteen, and I still live with my parents.”

“Let’s do all the stupid shit that young kids do.”

“Know I’ve never really been the smartest.”

“You were there when times were at their darkest, always showing me the way.”

“You’ll always have a part of me.”

“Losing you has always been the hardest.”

“I wish it were the old days.”

“Just me and you.”

“Roses were your favourite flower and I couldn’t stand the scent.”

“If it’s what it takes to put a smile on your face, I guess I’ll deal with it.”

“You hung with the popular kids, and I couldn’t stand them.”

“I sucked it up, because I wanted to be more than friends.”

“You should walk away with me.”

“Keep me in your life.”

“We were ridin’ down Dyer with my top down, singin’ our favorite songs but the funny thing is, every time we did, you’d always get the words wrong.”

“I was your biggest fan.”

“I bet your new man doesn’t love you like I did.”

“You don’t have to speak of our past.”

“I’m tripping off your love and all the other drugs we taking.”

“I don’t mean to come off aggressive.”

“I’m just here to pass off the message.”

“We do this every time.”

“'Cause you were in my head when I thought I lost my mind.”

“I’m not one for relationships, it’s over-rated.”

“We could still be lovers, that’s all I’m saying.”

“I hope I made the impression that I was always interested.”

“I need your therapy.”

“What should we do?”

“'Cause there’s something that you’re doing has me falling all the way.”

“I’m not the best at showing my emotions.”

“You cut me deep and you left me wide open.”

“I fought the demons that lie in between us.”

“Lover, I am worried.”

“They’d think we’re perfect if they’d ever seen us.”

“I can’t get over how it all went wrong.”

“I guess this sounds like another sad love song.”

“I let the words come together, then maybe I’ll feel better.”

“I took the time to think of what you said.”

“I must be honest, I have a lot of pride but I’m broken inside.”

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HEADCANON 005 | main verse relationships | DO NOT REBLOG !!!

ISABEL ZABINI. mother. famous witch widowed seven times following the mysterious death of each husband and left with an insurmountable wealth. she raises blaise with an inflated self image and the belief that everyone was beneath him. she held that he was pureblooded , that their family was of the purest blood , and she infiltrated britain’s pureblood society with nothing more than charisma and gold. blaise’s relationship with his mother begins to fracture in fifth year when she marries miles selwyn , an overbearing drunkard death eater who turns the tables for them all.

SAMORI ZABINI. biological father. samori was a muggleborn wizard raised in italy by parents of ivorian descent. his family had been running the zabini vineyard for decades before he came along , but he used his magic to see to it that the grounds and its cropped flourished to new lengths. he is 35 and outrageously rich when isabel ogwumike stumbles upon him. she does love him , and he loves her just the same , but he does not tell her of his lineage. he says instead that he too is of pure blood , and she trusts that because all she has is her legacy , and she will do anything to preserve it. they marry straight away , and isabel becomes pregnant with samori’s first son , whom he is overjoyed about. blaise is little more than a year old when his father dies under mysterious circumstances.

LUTHER ZABINI. grandfather. currently deceased , luther was the father of samori and the man who ran the vineyard prior to his son’s commitment to the business. blaise never got to meet him.

ILIANA ZABINI. grandmother. an alchemist in her own rite who learned from ancestors despite any substantial magical ability , it was iliana who found blaise upon his initial return to italy , but she did not reach out for him , instead leaving a trail for him to follow home if so inclined. when he arrived on her doorstep , she was pleased to see how much he looked like his father , and she welcomed him with open arms. after giving him the letter she had been holding all these years from his father , she aided him in settling in italy and reopening the family vineyard.

COTE D’IVORE. zabini origin. the entire zabini family’s homeland. there are still members of the family who reside there or have returned there from europe , and blaise takes his grandmother there to visit on several occasions.

NIGERIA. mother’s origin. isabel ogwumike’s family still resides there , but blaise had never been allowed to meet them or visit , which he now attributes to his mother’s shame. much later , an old friend of his mother , or who she used to be , would tell blaise the tale of how his grandparents had all but cast his mother out upon her confessing to being in love with a foreign woman. they did not approve , saying that isabel mocked marriage and tradition. that foreign woman ended up leaving due to the harassment from the ogwumike family , and isabel left soon after , no doubt to begin the life blaise knew now.

MILLICENT BULSTRODE. first love. ( @debuendiente​​ ) ever the one to bring blaise down a few notches without even trying , his inability to impress or make an impression on her early on seized his interest. blatant honesty and the constant decision to never mince words , she enamored him young , and it grew with every year. she is the only person he consistently considers or worries about beyond himself , but he’s still very selfish when it comes to her.

THEODORE NOTT. closest thing to a real friend. solitary boys , comfortable in their silence and then comfortable in that of one another. theo is the most tolerable , and blaise is comfortable being around him. no games to play , to feathers to show , just a lax environment with the occasional intellect , which he can appreciate. he prefers to interact with theo when he’s alone however and not other slytherins , especially draco’s crew.

DRACO MALFOY. acquaintance. they aren’t friends. they never will be. when isabel taught her son that everyone was beneath him , there were no exceptions. blaise is the first one to call draco out on his shit , and he does not care what the other boy thinks. blaise sees him as a joke if nothing else , but it is also a sound model of what blaise never wants to be. his arrogance is silent , and his superiority need not be pointed out. it’s in his wardrobe , his skill , his name. he need not scream it to the heavens.

SEVERUS SNAPE. head of house. he sees snape as weak. again , everyone beneath him blah blah blah. but he’s seen since day one how severus bullies other kids , and blaise may not give a fuck about anyone , but he doesn’t go out of his way to bully. it’s a waste of time. it’s a waste of his time , and having to listen to snape have pissing contests with gryffindors and kiss draco’s ass in the process is about as pathetic as pathetic gets. same with umbridge when she was there. she wasted precious time and inhibited the way of life he’d adapted to. he doesn’t like to be sidetracked or interfered with , and that’s what these two tend to do.

PANSY PARKINSON. more than an acquaintance but less than a friend. blaise can tolerate pansy independent of draco , but due to her relationship with draco , that is limited. she cares. he doesn’t. they are vastly different in many ways and that tends to clash , but there are moments when they appreciate one another’s perspective granted they allow themselves to. and then there are times when blaise just feels an inkling of sympathy for her.

ASTORIA GREENGRASS. interest. she’s a romantic. she feels. she is many things blaise wishes later on in his years that he wishes he could be. or at the very least comprehend. she was a unique shock to his system , and he still reels from it to this day. if he’d been able to give her the time of day , there may have been more to the relationship , and even in his final year , when she was more scarce than he’d ever noticed , he found a comfort in the nights they would find each other alone in the common room.

DAPHNE GREENGRASS. interest. they play the same games , hold the same interests ,and have the same values. they keep each other busy when there’s nothing else to do , and blaise will never say it , but he’s quite impressed by her.

LUNA LOVEGOOD. acquaintance. the conversation is always obscure enough to distract , and in his sixth year , he can’t say he doesn’t appreciate it. they have a brief conversation at slughorn’s little party , and after that , it’s sparse words in crowded corridors or intricate illustrations in classroom corners or riddles and tales told in the shadows of the library. they got along just fine , and he doesn’t really mind it , but it isn’t something he plans to keep when it’s all over.

MILES SELWYN. stepfather. he’d ruined blaise’s world. miles didn’t just marry isabel. he stole her heart. and not only did he steal her heart , he proved she had one. blaise had to watch his mother learn to love a tyrant , a monster more vicious than her , and it was when blaise saw it. she wasn’t a monster. she was a woman who had been broken before and was willing to be broken again. miles , belligerent and proud with or without rum coursing through him , was as much a chaos as one could be , and blaise hated him. he was rough with isabel , and that was all blaise saw , dismissing the fact that isabel was also rough with him. and in the end , blaise convinced himself this was a monster he had to get rid of. there was only room for one in this house. the night he threw miles over that bannister , watching him fall to his death , blaise knew then the only monster left was himself.

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE. mentor. she likes games and doesn’t miss an opportunity to play one. he was as good as a puppet on a string after a few whispers in his ear and a hand against his back. she watered the darkest thoughts taking root inside of his mind , the midwife to a plot he’d first thought himself mad for. his mother was missing , at least the mother he knew , and she swept in like a wraith to salvage what faith he still had not in her but in himself to make it right. she didn’t make him believe he could do it. she made him believe that he had to. and  he didn’t kill miles for bellatrix , but if he was the weapon , she was the whetstone.

THE ZABINI VINEYARD. current residence. left to blaise in his father’s will which had been held by his grandmother , he revives it in the deep country of Italy and breathes life back into his father’s legacy. while he travels back to britain often enough , he skirts the wizarding world’s most active places. diagon alley , hogsmeade , etc. these are not places he frequents , not during school and not after. he makes himself at home in the vineyard , comfortable in his isolation and able to decide when and where his company is afforded.

[machiavelliani]

HEADCANON | blaise + self discovery

muggle culture , mainly muggle literature , is not at all off limits to blaise. while his mother may not approve —which is more so due to the betrayal of his father rather than any prior hatred of muggleborns because in the african wizarding world , classism doesn’t work quite the same— it’s rare she goes into his room , and even then , he keeps a good many of his valuables in other locations of the main zabini estate as well as other locations. 

it started , as many things do in the zabini family ,  out of spite. however , these books and teachings are essentially where blaise learns about himself. no book of charms or even tales told by wizards can assist him in uncovering what is under the mask his mother fashioned for him.

he’s fascinated by philosophy. it’s one way to connect with him , even for people he sees as lesser or who doesn’t like to fraternize with. he likes people who can think for themselves , and he admires people who can speak those thoughts aloud even when —especially when— it is likely those thoughts will be met with contempt or contention. he may never say that aloud —ironic , he knows— but that’s sort of the point. he’d never claim to be brave.

blaise does not fancy himself a romantic , but he does , every now and again , fancy romantic inclinations. but only someone he is in a relationship with , which in itself is a long - game endeavor one must commit to prior to ever committing to the relationship itself , these are more so on display. he has a vivid love of poetry , and he can empathize with the sheer amount of depth that comes with the words. it’s enchanting. inspiring.

but blaise has been built and molded by his mother’s hands , and his beliefs are her beliefs , and love should only ever be used as a weapon because otherwise it is a weakness. or someone else’s weapon. he’s unlearning that now , but it took a very long time to even comprehend another ideal , so to see a person with his own beliefs and desires and interests , to see blaise as this raw and uncut man , takes a lot of time and a lot of patience and a lot of dodging the outer scales. which , he knows cannot simply be asked of people. it’s unfair and no one’s obligation to endure that , so it’s not something he expects. therefore , when it does , at least you can be soothed by the fact that he does try. once he notices someone’s genuine interest , even if it does not seem that way , he is trying to drop the drawbridge.