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I got a puppy and he’s taking up all of my life lmao
Posting here cause I’m still logged on here on my phone. You can find me on @pureblooded (or Pudge’s Instagram Caramelpudge lolol) I’ll get back to existing soon but uni is starting back in two days
slowly migrating everything to @pureblooded
I can’t sleep annoy me
slowly migrating everything to @pureblooded
slowly migrating everything to @pureblooded
serpent-tongued-lie:
There was something rather poetic about the fact that Tom’s sanity was being restored by a snake of all living being – even if it was no common snake by far, but a Maledictus who had reached the final stage of her life.
It was akin to a miracle that Nagini’s mind had not shattered after decades of being imprisoned in the body of a snake, of being unable to converse with any human being, and the sudden awareness of the utterly disgraceful state of his own mind in comparison had shaken Tom’s very core.
From that moment, Nagini had become his anchor, and in exchange for her aid in restoring his former self along with the clarity of his mind, he had made her aware of her own value and resolved to one day restore her human form.
The day of his return was glorious. While he harbored nothing but disgust for the new name he had given his followers when he had been of unsound mind, Tom was pleased by how quickly his Death Eater were adapting to his original persona by once again treating him with respect and reverence instead of obeying him out of fear first and foremost.
And yet, there was no rule without an exception, for the very moment that he asked about Lyra Lestrange when visiting Lucius for the first time, it became apparent that Bellatrix’s daughter of all people had turned her back on Tom’s glorious cause.
To Tom’s chagrin, disposing of her was not an option, for the act of doing so came with a high risk of a mass desertion among his followers.
When Lyra Lestrange entered the parlor and apologize for intruding, Tom regarded her with an indulgent smile.
“There’s no need for you to apologize, Lyra,” he reassured her, and his voice was warm and deep and melodious. “Won’t you come and join us?”
The smile that Tom held did not inspire confidence within Lyra. It was almost as though she had walked into his trap, waiting to catch her off guard. She had been about to show herself out, when instead she had been welcomed into the parlour to join the conversation. The Dark Lord would know the ways in which she was raised, that it wasn’t something she could simply refuse.
A sick sort of feeling overtook her, her stomach reeling, her head aching. It didn’t help that her shift at work had bene tortuous. Though, she doubted it’d be more challenging than the conversation she was about to have. With a falso smile and a dee breath, Lyra did her best to train her mind to do the things that she had taught it to do – to occlude her mind and thoughts.
She couldn’t let slip that her son was Severus’. She couldn’t show that her faith had strayed. She couldn’t show that there were doubts in his vision.
“But of course, my Lord,” she bowed her head and took a seat. Without even asking, her Uncle offered a drink. That wasn’t a good sign. If he knew that she needed to drink then she obviously wasn’t passing as someone calm and collected.
“So, what did I interrupt?” she asked as she plucked the glass that floated over from the air. Lyra took a deep drink from it.
thestrongestmagic:
They had been married for so long and had a child together and they knew each other deeply, intimately and yet there had been secrets between them, secrets that had been buried when Narcissa had mourned those who had passed beyond the veil, passed to where she could not follow, at least not yet. So when he told her that he had failed her, that he did not deserve to be at her side and that he was sorry; she knew that he meant it and fully believed it.
It was this stark admission in conjunction with all that had passed before, the solemn seriousness in the air, the fact that he had not stopped trying to reach her and her desire to touch and be touched, held, that broke down the walls she had erected to try keep herself safe. The bricks crumbled to ash and she reached out for him, her hand shaking slightly as she closed the distance between them, practically throwing herself into his waiting arms. She knew he would catch her.
Then she began to cry again and she moaned as the tears flowed free. She had almost lost everything, she had felt as though she had lost everything and yet she hadn’t. He was here and although their relationship was strained, her son was still alive and he didn’t hate her, he was just angry with her and she was blessed to know with every minute that passed that he was still breathing and living.
And he did. Lucius’ arms wrapped around her, holding his wife against him tightly. It didn’t matter that she felt thin enough that he could shatter her bones, he knew she needed him to be strong, the husband that she had married. One hand cradled the back of her head, letting her know that he was there.
“My love,” he crooned, “My love. I’m so sorry. Please, place all the blame with me.I know I’ve failed you more times than I can count. I’m sorry that I’ve driven you to this mess and madness. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
His words could barely contain the sincerity of his thoughts. He’d apologise over and over, castrate himself and prove that he was truly sorry for his misdeeds. But Cissy was no Dark Lord. He knew that self-flagellation wasn’t something she asked for. She just needed time and space to heal. He thought that he was giving it to her, by allowing her to isolate herself, he was allowing her to heal, but he realised the path was too self-destructive.
“I need you here, living. your son needs you. I know you need to mourn and be upset, but please, do it with me. Don’t shut me out.”
thestrongestmagic:
Dora allowed herself to be led by Lyra’s gentle hands, following a path that she knew she would never have been able to tread of her own. Her breathing came in sharp gasps as she tried to stop herself from hyperventilating. “It- can’t- wrong-you’re -wrong.”
When they reached the place, Dora came to a sudden halt. She felt as though a hammer had been swung straight into her gut and she opened her mouth wide and screamed; a cry of anguish and pain like that of a wounded beast as her world shattered into a thousand pieces.
She fell to her knees, wavering for a moment as tears spilled down her cheeks before she crawled on her hands and knees, fingers clawing at the floor as she drew herself close to him, reaching out and pulling his broken, lifeless body against her own, arms wrapping around him, her cry of grief reverberating through the hall.
Merlin. Lyra had hoped she was wrong. She really did. She couldn’t imagine the grief of losing someone she loved. She could hear the pain tainting Dora’s every word and breath as she even considered the possibility.
The cry that left her cousin was the most heartbreaking sound she had ever heard. That alone had moved her to tears. She closed her eyes, fighting back the emotions she had tried so hard to keep at bay. Lyra was a sensitive soul, a part of herself that she had to deny particularly in the presence of the Dark Lord, lest she end up like this. On her knees, broken next to a loved one.
Lyra didn’t know what to do. She so desperately wanted to be there for Dora, but what could she do except look on them with pity and empathy. All she could do as stand beside her, gripping her shoulder. No words left her, unsure what to say when a grief took someone to this depth.
serpent-tongued-lie:
Unforgettable
It did not escape Tom’s notice that Lyra Lestrange’s breath had hitched in response to the kiss he had denied her, hence the smile he directed at her was knowing yet devoid of arrogance.
Giving Rodolphus a nod, he placed his hand on the girl’s waist and guided her into the formal dancing position, and the very moment the orchestra started playing again as per Rodolphus’s instructions, they were gliding across the dance floor. One by one, the other pairs followed suit.
Tom led with a graceful confidence, and his touch was nothing if not professional, never lingering, never too tight, for he was perfectly aware of his honed skill of relying on subtle cues alone. It wouldn’t surprise him if the witch in front of him were to perceive their dance as an exquisitely sweet torture, if the contrast between his presence and his touch were downright maddening for her.
By the time the orchestra’s piece ended, all of the other attendees had stopped dancing, so they could admire the most important pair of the night, so the female (and some of the male) attendees could fantasize about the man beyond their reach.
“Thank you for the dance, Lyra,” Tom said, pretending not to notice the stares. “Are there any ambitions you intend on pursuing now that you’ve reached adulthood?”
It was exquisite torture. The way they danced made Lyra feel a way she never knew truly existed. It was almost a thing of books. She could recall the passages of women falling, the giddiness they’d feel inside, how flustered they’d get by just the touch of the hand.
As trained as she believed herself to be in remaining composed, she couldn’t help but feel that the man could see past her illusion. Even though her head was held high and her expression clear, it was as though her soul was exposed completely to him. To think that she was immune to the effects of men, she just hadn’t met her match yet.
Lyra curtsied as the dance ended, thankful for both the dance and to get her hands off him, certain her palms were sweaty. “Thank you,” she said, head inclined slightly.
“Yes,” she said, her passion for what she was about to share apparent in the small quip of her lips. It was something she was proud of, an achievement she worked hard for. “I’ve secured myself an apprenticeship at St. Mungo’s to learn how to become a healer.”
WISHING ALL OF MY MUTUALS AND FOLLOWERS WHO CELEBRATE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Presents
owl to Draco from Pansy || @corda-comminuta
"I got you something."
CHRISTMAS THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS!
“You got me something?” Draco was surprised, pleasantly so. A small smile on his lips. Presents were always nice, a sign that you were thinking of someone or considering them, and he knew that Pansy’s gift would be something well-thought out, a reflection of their relationship.
Draco’s parents had determined he was much to old for presents a while ago, though given recent times, presents just didn’t cut it. Having his family there with him had been more important. He could still remember how awful it had been to be without his father that one year.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, Pansy,” he said, “Just being here with you is enough.” And he meant that sincerely. After all that had happened, at least he still had her.
"I'm surprised Santa brought you presents, considering you've been an arsehole all year round."
CHRISTMAS THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS! || @tnott
Come Christmastime at Hogwarts, the Slytherin gang always gathered to open their presents that lay under the Christmas tree that sat in the Slytherin common room. They were smaller items, sent in from their parents usually, but it had been one of the girls’ ideas to exchange gifts on their last day of the school term.
Blaise chuckled at Theodora’s comment, finding both the notion of Santa ridiculous as well as her reaction. “Santa always brings me presents because I’m a delight,” Blaise said with an all too arrogant grin. “You’re just jealous, darling Theodora.”
“But, not to worry,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “I’ve got you a gift so you don’t have to be.” He handed her a small box, neatly wrapped. “Perfume – because you obviously smell bad.” Blaise laughed at his own joke.
"I brought you some hot cocoa."
CHRISTMAS THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS! || @tnott
Christmas didn’t feel like Christmas anymore after all that had happened. Millie’s heart ached as she reminded this time of year in the Slytherin common room, her and her friends gathered around on their last day of school to exchange gifts and enjoy their time together before they went off to their families. There was none of that now. No friends or family to celebrate with, their numbers thinned out.
Who knew where Pansy and Draco were these days, it was certain that they weren’t in one another’s company like they used to be. Vince was dead. Greg in Azkaban. Blaise no doubt off drunk or harassing some poor witch. Daphne with her family.
And here Millie was with Theo, the two of them ending up together as housemates after the war. Millie reached out and took the cocoa, curling up with it on the couch, hoping that the sweet taste would ease the bitterness she felt towards the world and the season and perhaps dull the ache in her chest from the absence of her friends.
“Thanks, Theo,” she said, nodding. She knew the other girl was trying to put in effort to make their first Christmas together special, but it was hard when there was a gaping chasm that Theo alone couldn’t fill.
Dance With Me
"Come here, dance with me."
Christmas Themed Sentence Starters! || @serpent-tongued-lie
One never refused a request from the Dark Lord, his father was wise enough to teach him that. Yet, knowing the expectation that weighed on his answer and follow through made tiny strong fall to the pit of his stomach, on to his feet which seemed much too heavy to move.
Draco nodded, almost a boy of submission. his expression held the discomfort he felt, though it always seemed to look like that these days, like something just wasn’t quite right. Nervousness bloomed in his chest as he followed his Lord to the dance floor, wondering just how two men were supposed to dance together. It wasn’t an idea he was used to. Would he have to submit and take the woman’s part – of course, it was stupid to consider it otherwise. At least that meant that he would take the lead.
Christmas Themed Sentence Starters!
"Hey, look, it's started snowing!"
"Do you want to make some snow angels with me?"
"Let's make a snowman!"
"Hey! *throws snowball* You'd better take cover if you want to stay warm!"
"I got you something."
"I know it isn't much, but I thought you'd appreciate it."
"You know you didn't have to get me anything, right?"
"What movie shall we watch?"
"You know I'm excited to see you, I'm just... more excited for the food, that's all."
"Do you want some help with dinner?"
"I'm glad I get to spend Christmas with you."
"Looks like we're both stood under the mistletoe..."
"I'm surprised Santa brought you presents, considering you've been an asshole all year round."
"It's snowing pretty heavily. I think you should stay the night."
"I don't want you driving in that! It's too dangerous."
"I brought you some hot cocoa."
"We're running out of wine."
"At least after today, I won't have to listen to anymore Christmas songs."
"Don't be such a Scrooge!"
"Bah, humbug!"
"I appreciate you inviting me over this year."
"Christmas is a time to spend with family, right? You're the closest thing to family I've got. Why wouldn't I want you here?"
"Come here, dance with me."
❣️ from Marcus - sleazy common room shenanigans XD
🐍🌹┋*:・ﾟ✧ rhiannon’s been giving him the silent treatment, the cold shoulder if you will, all day now. she believed wholeheartedly that he’d been callously flirting with a ravenclaw girl earlier && since then she’s pretty much acted like he doesn’t exist. marcus has spent this evening on his best behavior, trying to talk to her and CHARM her like he’s good at doing but she’s stubborn and pout-y.
she won’t show it but he’s actually buttering her up quite nicely as the saying goes. the cherry on the top comes when he gently backs her up into an archway && gestures up to mistletoe hanging. telling her all the sweet, pretty things a young woman wants to hear from her beau. that she’s the prettiest girl out of all of them to him, that he only wants her. then they’re KISSING, his arms wrap around her to pull her body close to his. eventually, they break apart.
❝ you promise you weren’t flirting with her? ❞ she asks softly.
SEND❣️ TO CATCH RHIA UNDER A MISTLETOE. // @pureblooded. FOR ------> marcus flint. | status: ACCEPTING.
Rhiannon would be right. Marcus had been flirting with a Ravenclaw girl earlier. She should’ve known by now that he didn’t do relationships. Still, there was something about Rhia that was so… charming. Enchanting. Marcus was a right sucker for her and always ended up wanting her attention and affection. And he knew exactly what strings to pull to get her to fall in his lap again.
There was an arrogant grin that hung on his expression, laying on all the charm he could muster. The mistletoe was a nice addition – girls were always a sucker for the holidays. Of course, she had to ask about the other girl.
“I promise, baby,” he said, false affection tainting his words. “You’re the only one for me.”
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