My bones do not taste of crown and silver / I am not a thing to be owned
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@prodigiouskills
My bones do not taste of crown and silver / I am not a thing to be owned
Adonis, from ‘This is My Name’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
FILTH. okay so here’s the sitch, my activity here is going to be sparse as hell for the next while. i’m busy with a lot of things and stuff and as i do prefer fleshed out/plotted threads, i’ll probably seek out a few of those in order to get some character development out there. but in the mean time, i apologize if i keep people waiting for starters, replies, etc. my life is rather hectic as of right now and seeing as how i’m without a computer at the moment, my life sucks. thank you for understanding !! now i’m going to go treat myself to some retail therapy and coffee.
insp.
she speaks in ancient tongues, ancestor of H A D E S if there ever was one. death brushes itself upon her shoulders and she needn’t falter, merely embracing it wholeheartedly. B R U T A L I T Y harvesting her soul --- feigning from the fact that it could be argued she lacked one entirely. a glimmer of promise seemingly harbors in eyes of the u n d e r w o r l d as the woman’s gaze catches her V I C T I M. out for blood, bellatrix had never purposely allowed her play things to walk away unscathed. for, as she liked to think, she was a thing of N I G H T M A R E S, haunting those whose mere presence caused a stir within her stomach from disgust. ‘ well, look what we have here. ‘ sickeningly sweet essence drips from her tongue as serpentine in nature it flicks against her teeth. hues narrow, the H U N T E R stalks its prey. ‘ i thought i warned you not to show your face around here. are you D A F T or did you merely like to sign a death sentence ? ‘
@goldenly liked for a starter.
FILTH. &. here’s a starter call. put your trust in me and let me write you nice pleasant heart wrenching, soul sucking things. if you’d like something from bellatrix, go ahead and give this a like and i’ll conjure a small thing.
FILTH. &. here’s a starter call. put your trust in me and let me write you nice pleasant heart wrenching, soul sucking things. if you’d like something from bellatrix, go ahead and give this a like and i’ll conjure a small thing.
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Trying to find other HP indie blogs. What’s in the tags is a bit confusing between what is RPG and what’s indie.
Character Stats Framework.
Full Name: bellatrix lestrange ( nee black ) Nickname(s): she doesn’t answer to any other than “bella” from narcissa and rodolphus. Age: ages vary in verses. Birth date: Ethnicity: caucasian. Gender: female. Preferred Pronoun(s): she/her Sexual Orientation: heteroflexible. Religion: atheist. Occupation: death eater/knight of walpurgis Fandom: harry potter series. Face Claim: katie mcgrath and eva green.
Relationships
Parents: cygnus black and druella rosier. Significant Other(s): rodolphus lestrange. Children: none. Rivals: order of the phoenix. Enemies: mudbloods and blood traitors.
Physical Traits Eye Color(s): brown.. Hair Color(s): black. Height: 5′7″. Weight: at her lowest, 126 lbs. Body Build: thin, frail appearance, later on a very much hollowed out frame. Notable Physical Traits: scars across the forehead, & left cheek. lack of right hand. Phobias and Diseases Phobia(s): none. Mental Disease(s): sadistic. that’s her trait. Physical Disease(s): — When was this diagnosed?:— Personality Usual Mood/Expression: disinterested.
Stats: Compassion: 1/10 Empathy: 1/10 Creativity: 5/10 Mental Flexibility: 8/10 Passion/Motivation: 10/10. Education: 10/10. Stamina: 7/10 Physical Strength: 6/10 Battle Skill: 10/10. Initiative: 7/10 Restraint: 3/10 Agility: 9/10. Strategy: 8/10 Teamwork: 2/10
Send me ‘HC’ + a word and I’ll tell you a headcanon about my muse(s) based on it.
the noble and most ancient house of black
d a u g h t e r of DEATH, it rages through her bones. courses through veins, once unscathed by the torment & torture in which had inflicted itself upon her. sorrow seemingly fills her bodice, what seeps out is merely danger. wrought in anguish for the R E P R E S S I O N forced upon her, bellatrix serves as nothing but a mere time BOMB. fingers tap aimlessly, pursed lips creased in annoyance as fire driven gaze catches the girl. ‘ you’ve told me what he’s done. ‘ words come out as a mere drawl, hushed as they are PRECISE. ‘ i say you flay him, as an example of course. ‘ it’s her tone, serious in nature, that perhaps scares the majority away. P A S S I O N A T E as she is persuasive, nail beds matted with the dried blood of the men she’s clawed alive. & they ask her how she sleeps at night, all she can say is that she D O E S N ‘ T.
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prodigiouskills:
PLOTTING CALL. okay so here’s the situation. i’m into the heavily plotted threads/verses/etc lately. like really into it, and i think i won’t really outgrow this phase anytime soon. the more in depth and grotesque, the more likely i’ll be to find myself so invested that it’ll probably be a massive feels fest of murder and intrigue. anyways, with that being said, i would like to formally make a post for anyone to go ahead and like this if they’re interested in such things. i’m talking wishlist starters/plotted interactions and au’s. ( screams about southern gothic au’s tbh ) but i really want to make some ground tonight seeing as how my muse is still going strong and i want to focus on writing. so, if this sounds like something you’d be into just go ahead and like this and i’ll make it happen.
well my heart is gold and my hands are cold
gasoline, halsey
PLOTTING CALL. okay so here’s the situation. i’m into the heavily plotted threads/verses/etc lately. like really into it, and i think i won’t really outgrow this phase anytime soon. the more in depth and grotesque, the more likely i’ll be to find myself so invested that it’ll probably be a massive feels fest of murder and intrigue. anyways, with that being said, i would like to formally make a post for anyone to go ahead and like this if they’re interested in such things. i’m talking wishlist starters/plotted interactions and au’s. ( screams about southern gothic au’s tbh ) but i really want to make some ground tonight seeing as how my muse is still going strong and i want to focus on writing. so, if this sounds like something you’d be into just go ahead and like this and i’ll make it happen.
*& NARCISSA
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Bellatrix was ALWAYS right ——– a certainty Narcissa had grown up with. When in doubt, ask Bella. Bella always knows everything. Bella always shows the way. Putting one’s oldest sister on a pedestal was a COMMON thing, and while Narcissa had outgrown this kind of naive admiration long ago, there was a little part of her that clung to it, because in times like this, when everything she thought she could be sure of was falling apart, it was all she had. Which was probably why the thing her sister had just said hit her all the harder.
“ Andromeda would NEVER ——– ”
Although recently, it was likely to say that Andromeda WOULD.
Up to now, Narcissa had been able to view her other sister’s affair as nothing but that —– a meanless distraction, an act of rebellion at the most. But MARRYING a mudblood? There would be no point of return for her then. She’d be disgraced, she’d lose her whole family, her SISTERS, and all she would have left would be that man. Andromeda would not risk that, surely. She couldn’t. For once, Bellatrix had to be WRONG.
“ ———- This is some kind of joke, is it ? You CAN’T be serious ! ”
she meant N O T H I N G. she’d made sure of that. betrayal had renounced itself once more upon the black family, to remain P U R E was asking for the sun to rise and set upon oneself entirely it seemed. bellatrix had sought out any feeling towards her sister, and yet all that she had managed to find was that of pure R A G E. the disgust that seeped through every pore had come and claimed her as a whole, nothing more than an empty shell. for she’d felt as though she was no longer w h o l e. a lingering moment had her wonder if this is how it felt when someone you loved had died. A N D R O M E D A now fell under that category, past tense, for everything she’d brought to this family it was only the s h a m e that stood out. ‘ andromeda would, and she did narcissa. ‘ spitting out between heaving sighs, between the anger that seeps through her every pore and soaks her battered heart. she’d lost it, her H E A R T, her pride and it was all thanks to a man who showed no D I G N I T Y. ‘she is N O T H I N G, do you understand me? from this moment on, i want you to say it, she is no longer one of us.’
it’s hard to swallow, the damnation and treacherous waters that come with betrayal. the hellbent frustration that echoes as her words bellow, and not a moments wasted on sobs from the eldest black sister. instead, she finds herself bitter. N A R C I S S A, beauty unfathomable and so loyal, standing in front of the woman ---- hurt and confused. ‘ you are all i have left. you are my family. not a damn thing that selfish whore will do can change that, i’ll see to it. ‘ teeth now gritted as she slams her battered knuckles against the tapestry, torn and burnt, a reminder of the fractured ties that lie within a family broken. P R Y I N G gaze turning to her sister, how light she had seemed even in the darkest of days. whilst one sister had been unable to mask her obscure draw to the dark, blonde locks and an ever so charming smile from unscathed lip had seemingly brought nothing but l i g h t to the dim girls life. a factor, she’d thought, she would go to hell and back to defend.
tell me would you KILL to save a life? tell me would you kill to PROVE you’re right? crash, crash, burn, let it all burn; this hurricane’s chasing us all underground. no matter how many deaths that I die I will never FORGET — no matter how many lives that I live, I will never REGRET. there is a fire inside of this HEART and a riot about to explode into flames; where is your god? where is your god? where is your god?