A Queen among Men

Marcella Burbank, 22, Death Eater

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me: i have an idea for a new plot

partner: oh cool what is it!

me:

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theladynarcissa

Narcissa knew what had happened. Or, well. Not the details. But it was clear enough from the blood that had been on her best friend’s hands. She wasn’t afraid, though. She had nothing to be afraid of, and it wasn’t like she mourned whatever muggle had met an untimely end. She might not like getting her hands dirty, but she could see the necessity of it. Her main concern had been how Marcella was feeling about all of it.

She hadn’t been sure what mood Marcella was in, but if it was one of drinking and distractions, Narcissa could certainly oblige. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, her voice firm. She wasn’t going to come out and say that she loved her friend, that she’d never abandon her, that she’d be right there for her, no matter what happened. They didn’t talk openly about things like that. Narcissa didn’t talk with anyone about things like that. But her tone implied it, and she hoped, deep down, that Marcella knew those things anyway, even if they lived in a world where they were never said.

“Especially not if we’re drinking,” she continued, her tone changing, becoming light and playful. She sidled closer to Marcella, grinning up at her friend. She often felt a bit miniature next to her, but they fit, despite their many differences. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be more like Marcella, someone who was fierce and independent, but there wasn’t room for another Black sister to take that route, so she instead lived vicariously through her best friend. “So let’s go get started in on that, because the night is still brimming with possibilities.”

Marcella was more than grateful to hear her friend’s agreement. While she was fine after today, she was certain that she didn’t want to be alone for the evening. Narcissa’s presence would keep her from ceaselessly pacing the halls for all hours of the night, replaying everything in her head until the image of what they’d done was burned in her sight. It was the something she’d done since she was young, any time something of significance had happened. Jumping from the killing curse to torture was certainly significant, and Marcella was quietly waiting to see what ripples it would cause in the war zone of a town they all called home.

“Thank you.” Marcella said quietly in response to her declaration that she was staying. It meant the world to Marc that she was, and while she wasn’t going to tell her that she was sure that she knew already. Her smile faltered for a moment as she took a breath, bracing herself for the next conversation that needed to be had. “Before we do that, I need to ask for your help.” She admitted sheepishly. “I, uh, wasn’t prepared for anything fighting back. And I’ve never been the one that had a knack for healing...” Marcella knew she was babbling and trailed off, her words going silent for a moments before she finally reached for the zipper of her jacket.

She shrugged her jacket off of her shoulders, revealing her blood soaked shirt as she did. It wasn’t all her blood, but she was sure that the muggle blood splattering her wasn’t helping how bad it looked thus far.Marc tossed her jacket on top of her boots int he corner, grimacing as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Narcissa was one of the only people she trusted to see her injured like this, let alone to help her fix it. She tugged it up to the top of her stomach, revealing a wide gash starting at her side and making its way up her torso. “Its not as bad as it looks, I swear.”

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I’ve recently gotten into listening to certain music/playlists while I’m writing a certain character, so here’s the very, very beginning of Marc’s playlist

[rhaenyrra]

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theladynarcissa

Narcissa wasn’t a warrior. She wasn’t the type who would go out on a raid or march into battle. No one expected that of the youngest Black daughter. They were all perfectly happy to let her be softer— the type of girl who would be a good wife and mother, who would raise the next generation of little Purebloods and run the household of whatever Pureblood Lord she was given to. Everyone had become so accustomed to her being behind the scenes that they barely even noticed her to watch their talk. Of course Narcissa wouldn’t trouble her pretty head about anything; she probably had a new outfit to plan or something.

But she caught on to far more than anyone knew, save a select few. Chiefly, her best friend. So as soon as she’d realized what happened—and, more importantly, who was involved—she’d slipped off quietly, going to Marcella’s. Her friend was a warrior, in all the ways that she wasn’t, but that didn’t mean that Narcissa didn’t worry about her. Sure, she was just up against useless muggles, but there was still a part of her that was always concerned. Animals weren’t that intelligent, but could still be dangerous in the right circumstances. And muggles were barely a step up from that, so the danger was still there, as much as she didn’t think it was proper to admit it.

She watched quietly as Marcella washed the blood from her hands, not saying anything. She seemed fine, but… “I just wanted to check on you,” she replied, her voice just as soft. “I can leave if you want.” She didn’t know what sort of thing Marcella needed at the moment. Her friend didn’t seem entirely okay—was she just tired, or was there something more to it?

Marcella had been on missions before, it wasn’t something new to her. But this mission was different. It wasn’t just breaking down doors and shooting off killing curses. It was long, and brutal, and bloody. It wasn’t what they did that scared Marcella. No, it wasn’t the blood or the flashes of light, or even the pleas she’d never had to deal with before. It was how easy it was for her. It was as if she’d been doing it all her life, as if it was the millionth time she’d done it instead of the first. Their mission didn’t scare her, not at all. But the fact that she could pull it off without a qualm was what had thrown her in a tizzy. 

She took a deep breath as she listened to Narcissa speak, recognizing the gentle voice of her friend almost immediately. Just her being there was somehow calming to Marcella, an effect that she’d had on her since she was young. Where she was crazy or out of control, Narissa was calm and level headed. “No, don’t go Cissa.” Marc said finally, her tone almost pleading as she answered her. 

Marcella took one more moment before opening her eyes, standing back up and turning towards Narcissa. “I need a drink.” She told her with a grin, her voice abruptly switching back to the strong tone she usually used. She wasn’t one for showing weakness, not often. “Care to join me?”

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It has been the longest day oh my lord, but I’m here!! I’ll be doing replies for both Mar and Emm here in just a few minutes. I’ve had a bit of writer’s block lately but hopefully I can get the ball rolling without my replies being too awful

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Marcella stood silently in the bathroom, her mind racing over the events of the last couple of hours. She could still feel her wand in her hand, her outreached arm slashing through the air over and over as the cold, cruel laugh of her accomplice rang through the air. Their apparent mission was long over, but it was a feeling she found hard to shake. Almost as if she were high from the adrenaline.

She leaned against her hands, rested on either side of the cold sink as she watched the blood she’d scrubbed off of herself swirl around the marble drain. Sure, she could have easily magicked it away like so many other people did when faced with a mess, but she never really felt clean afterwards. It took physically seeing the muggle blood come off of her for her to feel like she was truly back to how she was before. It helped her clear her head, pull herself out of the clouds and back into a sharper reality.

Marcella turned the water off, closing her eyes and leaning forward until her forehead was resting against the mirror. She stayed there for quite some time, listening to the uneven drip of the remaining water and blood  down the drain. Her hands were clean, but she knew she needed to take a shower to get the remainder of herself clean. As much as she knew she should, she couldn’t bring herself to move. She could have stood there for hours, for forever even; until the sound of someone entering the bathroom door startled her out of her trance. “What.” Marcella asked without moving, her voice soft.

[okcupidescapades]

one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

[petrorhagia]

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Hey hey! I’m just gonna jump right into connections so here we go

THE TWIN (OPEN.)

Marcella has a twin brother. It could be that they’re super close and get along well, that they really hate each other, that the brother’s mad because Marc is taking over the business instead of him, ect. There’s so many ways it could go! The first name is up tO the writer, of course; but the last name should be the same and they should look at least a little similar. 

THE FIANCE (OPEN.) (MALE. her parents are homophobic.)

Marcella’s parents are super old school. Sometime down the line, they’ll arrange for her to be married to some other pureblood elitist type family’s kid. Marc’ll keep sleeping around, have some torrid affair, what have you. She’ll go through with the marriage to respect her parents, but she wouldn’t be happy about it and it will most certainly be an open one; whether the other likes it or not.

FLING (OPEN.)

Marcella has commitment issues. She’s never been in love, never been in a relationship. She’s bisexual, so its just been a long line of hookups or fuck buddy-type arrangements with  one attractive person after another. As long as the list is, she has very high standards (mostly look-wise) This connection’s for those people she sleeps with. Just a heads up, I do not write smut. This would mostly be morning after/joking around about it, things of that type. This connection is for multiple people. It can be current, in the past, or one that we can start once we get a little bit further down the line.

LOVE INTEREST. (OPEN.)

While Marc has commitment issues, I do want her to fall for someone eventually. Male or female, it’ll be a rollercoaster. She’ll fight it every step of the way. But she truly does long for a relationship with someone she actually loves.

BEST FRIEND (CLOSED. NARCISSA BLACK.)

Her current best friend, bestie soulmate, what have you. They’re super close, maybe roommates, or neighbors. They tell each other everything and would trust each other with their lives.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND (OPEN.)

Someone that she was friends with when they were little! Marcella’s family manor has a huge wrought iron gate around it, and I love the idea of her maybe becoming friends with a kid that lives in the village at the bottom of the hill. It  could’ve been be a muggle born or something of that sort, and they grew apart because Marc became aware of blood purity and the stigma around it. Whether it be that or a completely different way around how they met and were friends, but I want it to be that they’ve drifted apart adn there is now an awkward tension between them because whatever happened that ended their friendship neither of them are over.

ENEMY (OPEN.)

Mortal enemieeees. Whether it be within the pureblood families or if its something left over from school, they hate each other completely. Mutual hatred, just total detestation (cue unadulterated loathing) something of that sort.

And so many more from that! They could be friends, enemies, ect. Just hmu my babes

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I just realized that I forgot to add anything about me in the bios for either of my babies! And the little blurb on the main about me, while accurate, wasn’t written by me so here goes

I’m Laney! Its actually short for Delaney and its really my middle name but its what I go by both here and irl mostly. I’m a dance teacher and dancer myself, which is why the hours I’m on is so sporadic. I’m 20 (21 in two months!!) and I’ve been rping since I was probably thirteen or fourteen through various platforms.

 Moony and I have wanted to open this roleplay ever since we left the one we met in probably my junior year of high school? (So 2014ish) and spent two years sort of halfheartedly trying to do so because we were each so busy with high school and applying to colleges and all that. Then we met in person in 2016 (!!! it was awesome. They’re adorable. The first thing they said to me was yelling “You’re so short!” while hanging out the window of a car that hadn’t fully parked yet. So that was fun.)Then I graduated, and they graduated not long after, and now we’re respectively in our junior and freshman years of college and could finally make LatronemHQ happen! It didn’t take long after we started building the base of the rp before we opened the first time  for Ana to join us and we’ve been a happy little rping family ever since.

I play both Marcella Burbank and Emmeline Vance, and they’re my girls. I first started rping with Em, she was my first ever hp character, and I just fell in love with it. I have a soft spot for that big baby of mine. And then Marcella is new!! She’s the first OC I’ve ever really developed. I had her in an old rp of Moony’s for a test run briefly, but other than that I’ve only ever used her in one-on-one rps. I’m not a mean person, and have trouble being mean or saying/writing mean things, so it’ll definitely be interesting figuring out how to write that badass babe.

And woo, that was a lot. My bad. Anyway!! I’ll be posting wanted connections on both of my girls here in a bit (though it may wind up being a little bit later this evening) but if you have any connections you think either of them might fit in or you just want to chat then hmu!

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Hey hey! Here’s my love

╰ °✧  ( ITS GOOD TO BE KING by Zayde Wolf) comes on as soon as ( MARCELLA BURBANK ) comes into the room. he/she/they is/are ( 22 ) and were formerly in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( DEATH EATERS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( KIERSEY CLEMONS ) and would describe themselves as ( PROTECTIVE ), but also ( CRUEL ). { Laney, 20, EST, she/her)

So my baby is the eldest daughter of Clayton Helsing Burbank and Sophia Ann Ravensworth-Burbank. Clayton’s a former Slytherin and current Death Eater, and Sophia (former Beauxbatons girl) tends to keeps her mouth shut and does whatever her husband wants. (We’re gonna pretend they’re one of the 28 even though that’s not true its okay)

she’s one of four kids, the others being her twin brother (CONNECTION OPEN!!) and then Arabella (11) and Viviette (6).

Marcella is 22, a former Slytherin, and is usually pretty damn intimidating bc she’s six feet tall.

So basically her mom’s all hoity toity and made absolutely sure that all of her daughters went to charms school and are super ladylike and elegant at all times. They each know how to be the perfect lady if they need too, even the baby. Marc used it to her advantage most of the time

The only downside to that is that Marcella followed very closely behind her father’s footsteps, being raised to eventually run her dad’s company. Mother isn’t too happy about one of her girls having that much power and not submitting to her husband, and fought with her father about it when she went away to school. Cue huge fight, cue Sophia getting the crap beaten out of her, cue Marcella and her brother coming home horrified. Clayton has never and will never touch one of his kids, and her brother was insistent on making sure of that.

Marcella is always the top of her class, and always the one to look out for academically.

She’s mean and brutal to anyone she isn’t close too. It takes a whole fucking lot to get close to her, but once you do she’s a ride or die 100%. Don’t fuck with Marc, don’t fuck with her friends.

Marcella goes by her full name, anyone besides her closest friends call her Marc and she gets pissy. Her baby sisters call her Marcy and Marcy-warc and they are the only people she’ll tolerate calling her corny nicknames. They get worse every time she comes home to them, she swears that bella and vivi conspire to come up with worse ones

She and her whole family’s extra af. Like, insane, always showing off their power and wealth kind of extra

OH. And marc wears a teeny tiny gold version of her family crest around her neck 24/7, I’ll post a picture of the sketch here eventually

As Mary Sue as it sounds, black stiletto nails, pearls, and perfect makeup is basically her aesthetic. Elegant af

[thewinedarksea]

the seven deadly sins | pride

dangerously corrupt selfishness; the putting of one’s own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of others.

[blackregulus]

moodboard: death eaters

although some appeared to have been fanatically loyal to voldemort, several only aligned with him for the ideas of purification and shared glory, while many others seemed to serve him largely out of fear. as soon as he was defeated in 1981, many immediately renounced their loyalty and did not attempt to find voldemort in the intervening years.

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face tag: Marcella Burbank

Family: the fam bam, and then each respective family member’s status as well, i.e. mother, father, sister, ect.

Connections: connections

Trigger warnings: the respective trigger, followed by tw. i.e. alcohol tw, drugs tw

Conversations: by url of the character

friends: the gang

plotting/headcannons/ect: musings

pictures/reblogged posts about a particular character: by the character’s first name

And of course, any tags that we all use from the main

I probably missed a bunch but I tagged this as tag drop so that I can find and add or change things, and so that anyone that’s using my blog can find and use it if they’re looking for anything specific.