* oh heart!

♡ rp & writing penned by miss rat ANTI-JKR

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just got a real laptop (FINALLY!!) so im here for the first time in ages, might revamp, might lurk, we shall see.....

[swannposting]

Recompense - new chapter! ♡

Chapter 5 - Promises 

Elizabeth struggles with tough decisions, Jack makes a promise, and Henry goes looking for clues.

~ preview under the cut ~

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-returns once in a blue moon to reblog a meme-

[colesmemes]

▸   𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣  (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵)  sentence  starters  &  prompts.

         assorted  quotes  &  prompts  from  tv  show  that’s  ruined  my  life.  some  lines  have  been  changed  slightly  to  be  more  applicable.  mature  content  and  language  may  be  used,  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary.

❝  do  you  want  to make  a  deal  with  the  devil?  ❞

❝  what  am  i  gonna  do  with  a  soul  anyway?  ❞

❝  souls  are  boring.  boo,  souls!  ❞

❝  if  we  get  through  this,  is  there  a  thing  where  we,  like,  talk  to  each  other about  stuff…  normally?  ❞

❝  you  mean  you  wanna  talk  about  the  big  shit?  ❞

❝  we  don’t  have  any  feelings,  what  are  you  talking  about?❞

❝  you  sound  deranged.  ❞

❝  i  was  wondering,  do  you  think  it’s  possible  to  sue  a  person  -  a  grandparent,  for  example  -  in  an  affectionate  way?  ❞

❝  i  love  you,  i’m  glad  you’re  part  of  my  life,  but  i’m  taking  legal  action  against  you.  ❞

❝  the  fucking  belligerent  zucchini  here  is  set  to  close  negotiations  for  good.  ❞

❝  you’re  going  to  sue  greenpeace?  i  like  your  style.  who  do  you  think  you’re  going  to  go  after  next,  save  the  children?  ❞

❝  can  he  do  a  speech?  the  demented  fucking piss-mad  king  of  england?  ❞

❝  the  only  way  they’ll  respect  you  is  if  you  try  to  destroy  them.   ❞

❝  you’re  not  a  killer.  you  have  to  be  a  killer.  ❞

❝  family  therapy,  family  therapy,  family  therapy!  ❞

❝  i  have,  like,  twenty  bucks  left.  the  world  is  so  fucked  up.  ❞

❝  your  principles?  don’t  be  an  asshole,  you  don’t  have  principles.  ❞

❝  this  is  not  fucking  charles  dickens  world,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  just  wonder  if  the  sad  i’d  be  without  you  is  less  than  the  sad  i  get  from  being  with  you.  ❞

❝  are  we  talking  to  each  other  on  the  deck  of  a  majestic  schooner?  is  the  salty  brine  stinging  my  weather-beaten  face?  no?  then  why  the  fuck  are  you  wearing  a  pair  of  deck  shoes?  ❞

❝  you  don’t  hear  much  about  syphilis  these  days,  very  much  the  myspace  of  STDS.   ❞

❝  what  i  think  they  meant  to  say  was  that  they  wished  your  mom  gave  birth  to  a  can  opener,  because  then  at  least  it  would  be  useful.  ❞

❝  when  you  laugh,  please  do  it  at  the  same  volume  as  everyone  else.  we  didn’t  get  you  from  a  hyena  farm.  ❞

❝  they  did  once  call  me  the  cunt  of  monte  cristo.    ❞

❝  you  little  slime  puppy.  ❞

❝  don’t  threaten  me,  i  don’t  have  time  to  jerk  off.  ❞

❝  who  said  i  never  killed  anyone?  ❞

❝  i  don’t  mean  to  be  insulting,  but  having  been  around  a  bit,  my  hunch  is  that  you’re  going  to  get  fucked  because  i’ve  seen  you  get  fucked  a  lot.  and  i’ve  never  seen  [name]  get  fucked  once.  ❞

❝  i’d  castrate  you  and  marry  you  in  a  heartbeat.  ❞

❝  i  just  feel  because  of  my  physical  length,  i  could  be  a  target  for  all  kinds  of  misadventures.  ❞

❝  oh  here  they  come,  the  attention  whore.  ❞

❝  do  you  have  a  fetish  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  like,  just  the  tip,  but  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  ❞

❝  the  gang’s  all  here,  it’s  like  the  fucking  sgt.  pepper  for  broken  corporate  america.  ❞

❝  you  aren’t  judas-ing,  are  you?  ❞

❝  sometimes  i  think,  should  i  maybe  listen  to  the  things  you  say  directly  in  my  face  when  we’re  at  our  most  intimate?  ❞

❝  are  they  playing  from  the  approved  playlist?  because  my  thing  was  all  bangers,  all  the  time.  ❞

❝  oh  really?  it’s  not  cool  to  tell  the  president  to  blow  me?  ❞

❝  some  guy  with  an  undercut  just  called  me  soy  boy.  ❞

❝  he  never  saw  anything  he  loved  that  he  didn’t  want  to  kick  just  to  see  if  it  still  came  back.  ❞

❝  right  now,  i’m  the  real  you.  ❞

❝  we  should  be  good  people.  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  to  wake  up  in  the morning  and  not  feel  like  a  fucking  piece  of  shit?  ❞

❝  i  think  you’re  a  super  talented  superstar,  and  i  love  you.  ❞

❝  oh,  you’re  such  a  fucking  bitch.  ❞

[gildedscripture-deactivated2022]

@biiscione​ at any given time

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hi friends im alive. im just fixating on pirate media again and all my writing energy has been going to fanfic. and that's slow going lmao. anyways, i'll reply to things here soon ♡

[queenmoriarty]

Let’s take our hearts for a walk in the woods

And listen to the magic whispers of old trees

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dearestdeaths​  {  dora  }  ♡

@melodramatis​ asked: ❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜ andy to dora

           “What does it matter where it began? And what if nothing went wrong, ma?” Her hair flamed red, orange and then red again with the heat of her anger. Andromeda and Tonks have been clashing for years now, and while the latter knew her mother’s concern was out of love for her, it didn’t make it less annoying to be questioned on every decision she ever made. Tonks felt as if they’d only just put their disagreements on Tonks’ job of choice behind them, and now there was this.

          “Nothing went wrong — as a matter of fact, something went right for once!” How was she supposed to explain her own heart? Rationality doesn’t exist in love, does it? “And anyway, who are you to judge? You didn’t exactly make good decisions according to your family, but they turned out to be wrong, too.”

“oh don’t even go there, nymphadora!  my family—” disgust colors the word. it has been a very long time since she has used that word to describe her blood relations, “ —was more than just wrong.”  anger flares within her, the kind that makes her throat hurt. andromeda clenches her jaw to keep herself composed.  “given the chance, they would have murdered your father without a second thought. he risked his life to marry me, and to raise you.”   is there a comparison to be made here?  perhaps— even she herself can see the irony of this disagreement.  but is dora’s latest act of rebellion equivalent to the sacrifices that she herself has made?  not. even. close.    "tell me — do you think that man would do the same for you?”   

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♡  magnefique asked

“there's nobody better than you.” / cissa to dru ;_;

“but that isn’t true...”  whispers druella, misty eyed, “...there’s you.”  she is uncharacteristically solemn, unable to take the compliment in stride. blinking away her tears, she takes her daughter’s face in her hands and softly strokes the girl’s cheekbones with her thumbs. she tilts narcissa’s jaw up so that mother and daughter are eye to eye, and there is something so startling in druella's eyes, wide and rimmed with runny mascara.  it’s fear.  two daughters already have forsaken their mother--- the first with her cruelty, the second with her treachery.  is her third child destined to hate her too? 

sniffling, druella drops her hands to hover hesitantly at narcissa’s shoulders, and then all at once she takes her in her arms, the way one might capture a wild, flighty animal. druella then tightens her embrace, as though she is afraid that narcissa will want to escape.  “oh cissy,” she coos, running a gentle hand up and down her daughter’s back. no matter that she is all grown up--- for in this moment narcissa is still her perfect little cherub, her most well-fought battle, her baby...  “please---- don’t ever leave me.”

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proditeur  { cousin regulus }  ♡

      regulus wrinkles his nose. what a strange-looking instrument she’s using; it doesn’t look like his feather quill, or anything his father has in his writing desk. he’s not a stupid boy. he knows that something is out of place, and watches his cousin’s carefree expression with a crease in his brow and the pressing wonder whether or not he should say something.

      what if it’s bad? someone might overhear—

      “oh…” he hums, staring down at her pocketbook from whence the not-quill-pen came. he’s distracted—which he realizes a moment later and lifts his eyes again. “sirius made shadow puppets on the tapestry. he made all the family members talk. and it was funny, until he made fire-sounds when he reached the scorch marks, then mum got mad.” as she so tends to do when things are out of order. “there’s been a lot of… getting mad lately. i think it’s. you know. people are worrying people in the family doing… improper things.” 

andromeda inhales through her teeth, wincing at his recollection. poor sirius never knows when to hold his tongue. sometimes she finds his nerve quite admirable, but mostly it causes trouble. she regrets being late now.  “i see…”  she muses, trying to make her concern seemed detached.  but what could be more improper than a gryffindor in the house of black? 

she smiles wryly, though it feels like someone has poured cold water on the crown of her head. she picks at her dessert with her fork, her appetite banished by dread. thus far, she’s had a knack for avoiding scrutiny— always the reserved, obedient daughter. she knows how to keep her chin up, while also keeping her head down.  “who?” she asks abruptly, an undertone of urgency in her quiet voice. she's unable to keep the question in. she has to know, or this conversation shall keep her awake all night.  “do you know who they're worried about?” 

[riammm]

𝑰𝒇 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆? 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅

[toujoursincorrect]

Tom Riddle: Welcome to the “Fuck Muggleborns” club, where we discuss all the reasons why they should be banned from Hogwarts and eradicated from wizarding society.

Tom Riddle: Before we start, would our newest member like to say a few words?

Andromeda, sweating: I may have slightly misunderstood the purpose of this club—

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♡ dearestdeaths asked

“ in case you ever foolishly forget; i am never not thinking of you. “ give me some cygnus/dru stuff i dare u

“really?”   she’s been waiting to hear him say something like this, something tender and romantic. anything to remind her that she is still loved despite her failures. desperate for nearness, she reaches her arms around her husband, manicured fingertips combing through the hair at the nape of his neck. she murmurs,  “thank you.”  he is everything she could have ever hoped to want, and she is grateful, so, so grateful to be his wife.  her only hope is that she is his deepest desire, too.  

[devilmns]

sarah snook as shiv roy – succession, 1.06 “which side are you on?”

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gildedscripture​  {  mr. riddle  }  ♡ 

Her discomfort is soothing to him. As relaxing as a gentle sonata playing on wax. “Not at all. They’re all well behaved and a joy to be around.” He doesn’t even have to lie about that. The young Black sisters haven’t exactly awakened any dormant paternal instincts within Tom, but they’ve…stirred something protective. Nurturing. Perhaps his competitive nature: his desire to be better than his father. “They’re brilliant girls.”

a moment ago, she was so sure that he knew of her intentions, but now she has her doubts. would he be speaking to her in such a relaxed manner if he knew? for a brief instant she envies cygnus, thinking that perhaps he knows tom better than she does. perhaps if he was here, she'd be able to decipher the strange ( yet pleasant! ) mannerisms of their houseguest. "really? even trixie? she isn't acting out?” druella raises an eyebrow, incredulous to the idea that her daughters could be described as 'a joy to be around'   “and cissy hasn’t been whining? you can tell me, if they're tormenting you."

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gildedscripture​  {  mr. riddle  }  ♡ 

He wonders what will happen when they all eventually die out.

“You know, I believe I once saw a ghost with Evan, when we were boys.” It’s a normal enough anecdote to make, considering the topic. “Scared him out of his wits. Never did tell me if he recognized the spectre.” He suspects it was a grandparent. “…But, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” His eyes are on her, watching. Waiting. “Did you just get home?”

druella can feel his eyes on her, even when she diverts her own gaze to the drink she's holding in two shaky hands. she takes a small sip, and then another. he knows, of that she's almost certain. he must know! she thinks, he must know that that she entered this room with intent to cause irrevocable harm to him. the anecdote barely registers. the way he's responding to her is just too disarming. she wonders if she'll ever know tom well enough to understand why he does the things he does.  "mmhm..."  she nods, blinking like a startled prey animal. what was she thinking, trying to turn predator?  "yes, i just got home. thought i'd come and see how you're, erm- getting on. have the girls been giving you any trouble?"

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gildedscripture·  { tom riddle :/  }  ♡

Heh.

“Are you quite alright?” He tilts his head, full of concern for her, as he pours her a drink, “You look ghastly… Like you’ve suffered some sort of scare.” His brows are gently furrowed, his mouth in a slight frown, “I know there’s ghosts on the Black properties, have you encountered one?”

note to self, thinks druella, don't kill him on the the property. she doesn't understand the complexities of ghosts, so she isn't certain that tom riddle won't come back in a spectral form to continue to wreak havoc on the perfect little life she's worked so hard to make for herself. "yes," she replies truthfully, "so long as there is black family ancestry, there are ghosts." she crosses the room and sits in the armchair opposite him. she's still holding back the urge to cry from frustration, "and you? how are you this evening, mr. riddle?