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@ms-bella-black

#( she does what the night does to the day. )#basically #she's obvs blue

Fuck me. Fuck me with your eyes when you ask what type of cereal I want in the morning and how I wrap myself into my blankets at night, whether or not I leave one leg out for the demons to grab. Fuck me with your words when you tell me I look like the way sunshine feels and that I am the kind of beautiful that poets die trying to describe. Fuck me with your heart when you tell me that you carry this love for me like a ticking time bomb because you know that it will one day consume us both alive.

FUCK ME (k.p.k)

@rcdlestrange

(via ms-bella-black)

#( she does what the night does to the day. )

outcrying

she had the world - panic! at the disco

genevievebeaufay-blog

@rcdlestrange

#( it wasn't over. it still isn't over. )#oh dear god

itsalectoxcarrow-blog

halloween

Smirking with approval upon her attire, Alecto entered the Shrieking Shack, glancing with approval at the various decorations that Mckinnon and Emma had set up. However, she was rather disappointed with the amount of mudbloods and various other blood traitors that seemed to be flocking around, it was rather unfortunate that they hadn’t been barred from the event itself. However her attention was diverted as she noticed someone to be tapping her wrist rather urgently - something that began to irritate her.

“What do you want?”

rcdlestrange

“play nicely,” rod warned as he subtly passed the female, unnoticed until he had enclosed a hand around her wrist to yank her toward him. despite the occasion, the guest list had proved the party to be a bit of a disappointment to the slytherin. someone like-minded, finally. “how about we have some fun?”

#itsalectoxcarrow #( c: alecto )

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halloween

Smirking with approval upon her attire, Alecto entered the Shrieking Shack, glancing with approval at the various decorations that Mckinnon and Emma had set up. However, she was rather disappointed with the amount of mudbloods and various other blood traitors that seemed to be flocking around, it was rather unfortunate that they hadn’t been barred from the event itself. However her attention was diverted as she noticed someone to be tapping her wrist rather urgently - something that began to irritate her.

“What do you want?”

rcdlestrange

“play nicely,” rod warned as he subtly passed the female, unnoticed until he had enclosed a hand around her wrist to yank her toward him. despite the occasion, the guest list had proved the party to be a bit of a disappointment to the slytherin. someone like-minded, finally. “how about we have some fun?”

#itsalectoxcarrow #( c: alecto )

mostdelicatedaffodil-blog

“Well, it looks good.” She said lightly, forcing her features into something that better resembled a good mood. She wondered if her smile looked as fake as it felt. He stepped away from her to get a better look at her costume and she glanced away, still struggling to feel comfortable in this costume. She pursed her lips at his question, having thought that it was obvious what she was. She motioned up to the headband on her head. “I’m a cat.” She said simply, readjusting it so that the ears were more centered on her head.

She tilted her head as she gazed at Rodolphus. It did feel a lot more comforting to be in the presence of somebody that was – almost – family. Much better than some of the people she’d been speaking with. She focused on this for a moment and the smile on her face began to feel a little less strained. “Enjoying the party?” She asked, glancing around the room, “Emma really went all out.”

rcdlestrange

“thank you.” he replied as pleasantly as possible, not nearly drunk enough to ease his darkening mood. rodolphus turned from her for a moment to pour himself a drink from his own bottle hidden well within his cloak. he heeded his father’s warning to never drink something he didn’t know the origin of, especially after the last party he had attended. mary macdonald, was there much worse? the bruno tilted the bottle towards the blonde in offering and recognition washed over his features at her words. “oh, yes. i didn’t notice. nice ears.” he remarked with a slight smirk.

it was his turn to then glance around the room and a languid shrug lifted his shoulders. “is water wet?” sipping at his drink, his lips spread thinly in disgust he failed to shield. still, a content sigh left him at the taste of bourbon upon his tongue. “it’s hard to enjoy yourself at a party where you don’t like most of the guests. it was a matter of boredom and supporting a friend.”

#mostdelicatedaffodil #( c: narcissa )

targarryen

“I’m already drunk–but I think I can handle it, you should’ve heard the things Regulus Black said to me earlier.” Emma couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, still unable to process how he’d flirted with her, boldly even. “Nice fangs, planning to mark your territory with those tonight?” She suggested, hinting at his fiancée. At his next comment, she raised her eyebrows. “Considering practically every student above the age of fifteen has showed up.. no.”

rcdlestrange

a snort left him unknowingly at the thought of someone he considered to still be a child flirting with his friend. as much as he loved alcohol, he wasn’t so much a fan of how it changed people. his eyes searched the room at her question and he hummed indecisively before throwing his finger to point at a blonde dancing in the middle of the make-shift dance floor with a friend. “yes, that’s the lucky contender.” he knew what she was hinting at but he had no mind of honouring it. a despairing gasp fell from his lips. he clutched at his chest. “now i don’t even know why i came.”

#em-vcnity #( c: emma )

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Halloween

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Andromeda didn’t care much about Rodolphus, she thought she might get to know him since he was going to marry Bellatrix, but she was always busy and so was he, so it got postponed until she was worried about other things other than her future brother in law.

She took another shot and looked at the fellow Slytherin, “One less sister in law to worry about, right?” she replied and looked at the male, “I can handle the alcohol, thank you for your concern.”

rcdlestrange

her reply had a brow raising, she was certainly bold in every endeavour. if she wanted to get blazing drunk and act the fool, he would let her, at least he had tried. rod paused for a moment as his tongue pressed against his cheek. best to hold his tongue. upsetting her would surely make bella a bad bedfellow and that, he didn’t have time for.

“and no brother-in-laws for you to worry about.” he joked, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “ and concern, i wouldn’t call it that so much as me not coping well with tears, grief or funerals. i’m far too happy for all of that.”

#galaxydromeda #( c: andromeda )

codeine-carnation

Paint a galaxy on my neck with your lips and teeth. I want them to know I’m yours.

(via codeine-carnation)

#( inspo )#( bellatrix )

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Shaking hands slid across the smooth front of the leather outfit she currently found herself in. Had she ever worn something so tight? Had she ever worn leather before? Blue eyes found themselves in the mirror and Narcissa tried to fool herself that she wasn’t completely nervous. Here she was, the most angelic of the Black family, going to a Halloween party looking like– well, like a hussy. She couldn’t very well skip the party because it was Emma’s. Her friend was excited about the event and she had to show up, even if McKinnon was the co-host.

The last few days had been hard for Narcissa, try as she might to deny such a fact. It was only four days ago that Alecto Carrow had so rudely announced that she had kissed Narcissa’s fiance, shattering the the image that Narcissa had of her husband-to-be. She thought Lucius liked her. Do you want me to be it for you? She remembered him asking such a thing, but she supposed that he had just been saying what she wanted to hear. At the very least, Lucius didn’t seem to want Narcissa to be it for him.

She tore her eyes away from herself and reached for the purse on her bed. It was time to go. There was no point staying in her room any longer, debating on the merits of wearing this outfit. She was wearing it and that was that. She could not find herself to care about the potential consequences of doing such a thing.

Ten minutes later, Narcissa found herself standing outside of the party. She couldn’t hear a thing going on inside, but that was because of the Silencing Charms that were erected in preparation of the event. She took one, long and deep breath to calm herself before stepping inside.

Once inside, any remainder of the nervous girl from before was gone, covered by an indifferent and cold mask. She was good at pretending nothing was wrong. Her eyes slid around the room for somebody she knew, but it was hard to make anybody out in the crowd so she chose to make her way to the drink table. She didn’t take anything – not yet, anyways – and only surveyed the selection offered.

She was pulled from her solitude by somebody tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around and raised one eyebrow.

“Nice costume.”

rcdlestrange

rodolphus wasn’t exactly enjoying himself. mingling with other houses only ever served to irritate him, decent company was scarce, and their definitions of fun clearly seemed to differentiate from house to house. there were houses for a reason. his eyes fell upon narcissa as he skulked through the crowds of people and rod redirected himself from leaving to entertain the blonde instead. at least there was one person worth his time. how she didn’t notice him at first struck him as odd, she surely couldn’t be drunk already. the night was still early.

“oh, this? i just threw it together.” he gloated in the most blithe way possible, dismissing her compliment with a flattering wave of his hand. he couldn’t have people knowing just how much he enjoyed the holidays. rodolphus took a step back to survey the girl, dead hues flickering across her figure as a snort fell from his lips. “i’d love to say the same but i can’t quite guess what you’re meant to be. not without offending you anyway.”

#mostdelicatedaffodil #( c: narcissa )

targarryen

Emma had noticed an individual eyeing her from the side as she drank from her cup, and though the costume she’d picked out was quite.. tiny, she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t turn to confront them about it.

“Can I help you?”

rcdlestrange

“i’ll save the comments until you’re drunk, for fear of castration.”rod whispered as he crept up behind emma, hands clutching at the brunette’s shoulders. he bared a grin to reveal his pearly teeth, now adorned with sharp fangs, and ran his tongue over them teasingly. he gestured to his costume. “aren’t you going to thank me for coming?”

#em-vcnity #( c: emma )#he's a vampire ey

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Halloween

Andromeda entered the party like she owned the place, looking sexy and like she could eat the world, but she was a little bitter about certain events.

She took a drink and choke it, she hated the fact that soon she had too many so instead of being the perfect daughter her mother wanted she was going to have a blast on her last year.

She looked around and took another drink, not minding how much the back of her brain was telling her to slow down, and shutting it out with just another shot of vodka.

“You either join me, or move along.”

rcdlestrange

it didn’t take a genius to realise andromeda had been more than a frequenter at the drinks table. rod, on the other hand, was stone cold sober for the moment, and it was looking more and more likely his sister-in-law to be was being dragged further into inebriation. he could only imagine the embarrassment that would spill forth if she were to topple over or cause some sort of scene, and though he and andromeda did not interact much, rodolphus supposed he’d rather spare the other family members further embarrassment. especially now he found himself tied to them.

wandering over, his blue orbs searched the table intently as though looking for something before he threw his words over his shoulder in a blase manner. “i suggest you slow down,” snarked the bruno as he let his own glass rest on the edge of his lips. seeing people drink so excessively, and not being able to handle it deterred him. “--because if you die from alcohol poisoning, i’m not taking the blame.”

#galaxydromeda #( c: andromeda )

petexpettigrew

Something about Peter seemed to disgust Rodolphus (and Peter wasn’t the sharpest knife in the kitchen, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was), as he threw down his gloves. “What was that for?” asked Peter, somewhat indignantly. “Aren’t you going to work? I don’t think it’s optional.” He was a bit put off by the fact that Rodolplus wouldn’t say what he was in here for, but he should’ve expected nothing less. And odds are, Rodolphus was in here for something much worse than what Peter was.

Slughorn, oddly enough, was nowhere to be seen. It was likely, Peter supposed, that he would come out and check on them at some point, and he wanted to be working when that happened. And well, it wasn’t up to him whether or not Rodolphus didn’t work and was told off by Slughorn. So he adjusted his gloves and with a quick glance at Rodolphus, went back to work.

rcdlestrange

Rodolphus merely scoffed in response as he pulled his robes around him tighter. The October weather he could never take lightly to this far north, a chill instilled within his bones. He felt different when it became dark early and the cold never seemed to cease. “I think when you are me, there is always an option.” remarked the young man, rubbing his lips together.

The other boy seemed strange in his habits, not regretful he had ended up in detention but still deciding to work anyway. Not that Rod picked issue with it. But he had his mutual interest in mythical creatures with Slughorn to rely on. “You’re friends with Potter and Black. Shame. Do you also fraternise with muggleborns, or were you born filthy?”

#petexpettigrew #( c: peter )

squadleadcr-a

“I’m sorry, when did you became an authority figure?” Ophelia laughed, arching an eyebrow. “You are neither my parent, or a staff member. We are housemates and I will call you whatever I please. Be thankful I didn’t stoop so low as to call you something unflattering.” She may not have been on friendly terms with all of her housemates but she liked to think that given their families ran in similar circles, they all had some sort of unspoken bond. “Five foot two, thank you very much. Besides, my height can come in handy, unlike yours. I’d like to see you hide behind statues and not get caught.”

rcdlestrange

“I’m sure whatever your pea-sized brain can think imagine up, I’ve been called worse.” he shot back somewhat tiresomely, dropping the gardening gloves that he’d been given at the beginning of the detention, before pressing them firmly into the dirt with his heel. The bruno supposed Ophelia would have to be the source of his entertainment for the rest of the evening, perhaps he ought to ease up. A forced chuckle bubbled from the edge of his lips. “And while you hide behind statues, my height allows me to knock them down. Little can get past me, it merely adds to my strength.”

#opheliaparkinson #( c: ophelia )

genevievebeaufay-blog

walk at night / rod && gen

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The difference between Rodolphus and Genevieve was that she easily was able to conceal her emotions, so that she seemed rather apathetic about their whole affair, whereas he seemed to be clinging onto what they had perhaps had or reminiscing over their past relationship if you could even call it that. She crossed her legs, watching him with small amusement in her eyes as he began to become angered over her supposed indifference. Raising an eyebrow at his small outbursts, a small smirk appeared upon her lips as she replied, “If that’s how you’ll remember it. After all I seem to remember a Summer filled with initiations from you. Not that I think Bella will be rather impressed with you after this. Perhaps I’ll tell her?”

rcdlestrange

Slinking back into the pureblood prince trope, he smoothed his locks back with a sleek superiority before clearing his throat. Head angled at a daring angle, Rodolphus traced his jawline with his thumb in thought. He hadn’t much to be afraid of. He just couldn’t be bothered with what could possibly explode once Bella found out whatever she did. “Just to pass the time,” he repeated indifferently this time, clicking his tongue in refusal. “Tell her what? The past is the past, and it’s not as though we are married yet. But yes, if you do feel so inclined to piss me off even further then don’t stop now. I warn you though, you won’t like this side of me.”