* HOW YOU GET DEATHLESS.

[swnsong]

Susan: Your criminal records have also been expunged. However, I have to warn you about breaking any laws in the future.

Nik: What if I see something that I wanna take and it belongs to someone else?

Susan: Then you’ll be arrested.

Nik: But what if I want it more than the other person?

Susan: Still illegal.

Nik: That doesn’t follow. No, I want it more, Susan. Do you understand?

[karazrel]

#same energy

[swnsong]

{ cis man, he/him } ❝ i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning. ❞ huh, who’s LUKE PASQUALINO? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually BASIL SPEAKMAN JR. he is a THIRTY year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is a JOURNALIST. he is a GRYFFINDOR alum and the child of BASIL SPEAKMAN SR. and MARY-ROSE ROSSETTI. he is known for being IRRITATING, EXPLOSIVE, DOGMATIC, CYNICAL, and BRASH but also ETHICAL, METICULOUS, ENERGETIC, SELFLESS, and PASSIONATE, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song DON’T DIE CURIOUS by TOM ROSENTHAL and pristine white shirts next to untidy hair; broken glass next to a tennis ball that’s no longer bouncing; clenched firsts, white and painful behind one’s back; scribbled paper on top of five post-it notes; sticky from drink and sweat on the steps of an unknown house, watching the beauty of the moon ( it’s a streetlamp ). i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX,  so be sure to keep an eye on him. [ CAMI, 21, GMT, SHE/HER ]

BIOGRAPHY    STATS   PINTEREST

[swnsong]

thirdwars​:

When Diomedes was nine years old, his grandfather died. Cepheus Avery had been an objectively cruel man, but that hadn’t been how his mother had painted him. To Diomedes, the crimes committed by his grandfather had been sold as honorable, a means to an end, something like a divine weapon against a world that needed desperate change. He had believed it. He had watched his grandfather’s closed casket sink into the ground with a feeling of duty weighing on his shoulders. Then, already, he was starting to learn that some things demanded cruelty. It hadn’t come natural to him, but it had not been hard, either. Much like anything Diomedes wanted to learn, he had dedicated himself to the task at hand diligently and garnered success. It was time Theodore started doing the same. If he wanted to make his family proud, if he wanted to make it through this war. 

Diomedes did not love the boy, but he’d find it a pity if he were to perish because of his reluctance. An unworthy death. And so he’s annoyed, at the other’s words, his lack of action. “I don’t know. Do you wish to ring the doorbell?” It’s said sardonically, with a drawling voice. He observes the house for a moment. “It’s not really a concern of mine, whether they are inside or not. They are aligned with the Order, Theo. That’s a death sentence on its own, if you ask me. If they happen to burn alongside their house, let it be a warning for their fellow rebels.” He looks at the other, then. There’s something almost empathetic about him as he says, “Go on, now.” 

the doorbell wouldn’t be such a bad idea, he thought. but was smart enough to not say it out loud. or to reply with any anger at all. he’d noticed the change in the speech, from it’s not that bad. things can be repaired, replaced –– but they ought to be warned, to a full lack of concern for the human life that could be inside. it was a look behind the curtain and it terrified him. theo’s eyes went back to the house, hoping to not see a single light turn on, or perhaps to catch a sign of life that would ease his mind and make it easier to just do it. jut prove himself worthwhile once more. at least it was dio by his side, not the friendliest face but far from the scariest. someone to trust, at least, should it all go wrong. god, how he wished it would go terribly wrong. 

theodore nodded. his red-ish wand was pointed at the house as theodore put his mask back on and walked further a couple of steps, just to ensure aim. from it came scarlet lights as he whispered incendio, far too easy a spell for him to mess up. the spell hit the front door, slowly consuming it in a silent destruction as he whispered it once more, adding fuel to the growing flames. still far from enough, but certainly terrifying. please, be empty. theodore couldn’t imagine the feeling of knowing he’d taken a life. he’d asked about it before and his parents had refused to answer, the usual complaint that ‘the extremes one has to go in order to to what’s right are heavy, but justifiable’. for others, it seemed as if he’d just poked right through their infected open wound. perhaps dio could answer that one day, but he was too afraid to ask. perhaps you’ll know it now. panic filled him as the flames grew taller, but not stronger, and no lights went on. what if there’s someone asleep. what if they don’t notice until it’s too late? the death eater took a step back, wand still pointed but no more bolts of burning light coming out of it. hesitation, his downfall. 

[citydin]

[dash-x]

[macperalta]

same energy.

[luciferdecker]

Angel Coulby ♦ Innocent 1x02

[reflectedfame]

( CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) ❝  people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice. ❞  huh, who’s ANGEL COULBY? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SUSAN BONES. she is a 49 year old HALFBLOOD witch who is HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL COOPERATION. she is known for being MEDDLESOME, PROUD, SENTIMENTAL, VENGEFUL and POSSESSIVE but also CONCILIATORY, TRUSTWORTHY, CONFIDENT, LIVELY and AMBITIOUS,  so that must be why she always reminds me of the song ONE BY SLEEPING AT LAST and YOUTHFUL GIGGLES IN WRINKLED FACES; PINKY PROMISES BEFORE ETERNAL VOWS; POWDER PINK AS AN ARMOR COVER; A METALLIC BUT SACCHARINE TASTE OF POWER; THE ENDLESS CYCLE OF A BROKEN RIB, MARROW REFORMING IN SPITE OF ALL ODDS BUT NEVER HEALED QUITE RIGHT. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on her. [ CAMI, 20, SHE/HER, GMT ]

BIOGRAPHY    STATS     PINTEREST (TBA)

[swnsong]

theoddores​:

{ cis man, he/him } ❝  what if this place is a prison and these people aren’t your friends? ❞  huh, who’s ALEX FITZALAN? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually THEODORE BURKE. he is a 21 year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is ASSISTANT MANAGER AT BORGIN & BURKE’S. he is known for being BOISTEROUS, MALLEABLE, ARGUMENTATIVE, MELANCHOLIC, and UNSCHOLARLY but also KIND, ARTISTIC, LOYAL, RESILIENT, and CURIOUS, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song FEEL GOOD BY MATT MAESON and the panic of drowning; hidden clenched fists and bruising scratches; broken strings in a violin that is playing in a distant room; the sweat and glitter of a night out; whispering words of love to nothing but silent ghosts; pulling and pushing on the very same rope . i hear he is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on him. [ CAMI; 20; SHE/HER; GMT ]

BIOGRAPHY                     STATS                    PINTEREST

[swnsong]

tag drop - basil speakman !

❛   BASIL.   |    what  they  don’t  tell  you ?  icarus  laughed  as  he  fell  ;   THREADS .

❛   BASIL.   |   i  grabbed  my  own  fate  with  two  hungry  hands    ;   MUSINGS .

❛   BASIL.   |   i’m  just  living  like  the  man  on  fire  ;   MIRROR .

❛   BASIL.   |   when  i’m  facing  death  i’ll  grab  its  throat  —  “ how  does  it  hurt ? “   ;   ASK MEMES .

❛   BASIL.   |   great !  we’re  all  bloody  inspired !  ;   MEMES.

[swnsong]

tag drop - theodore burke!

❛   THEODORE .   |   you  sliced  me  up  and  said  it  was  creation   ;   THREADS .

❛   THEODORE .   |   wait  just  a  moment  -  i  can  drop  my  values ;   MUSINGS .

❛   THEODORE .   |   you  are  a  loud  strings  hymn  in  a   dusty  hallway  ;   MIRROR .

❛   THEODORE .   |   i’d  take  treason  over  silence  every  time   ;   ASK MEMES .

❛   THEODORE .   |   are  you  killing  for  yourself  or  killing  for  your  saviour  ?   ;   THE  BURKES.

❛   THEODORE .   |   i’ve  never  said  one  coherent  thing  in  my  life  ;   MEMES.

[swnsong]

tag drop - susan bones!

❛   SUSAN   .   |   my  heart  is  getting  soft  dark  spots  like  rotting  fruit   ;   THREADS .

❛   SUSAN   .   |   i  feel  too  much  -  i’m  a  universe  of  exploding  stars ;   MUSINGS .

❛   SUSAN   .   |   just  tell  them  to  eat  their  hearts  out  ;   MIRROR .

❛   SUSAN   .   |   so  i’m  not  trying  to  gossip  but   ;   ASK MEMES .

❛   SUSAN   .   |   let’s  say  the  dead  are  watching .  what  should  we  do  with  our  hands ?   ;   THE BONES . 

❛   SUSAN   .   |   what  do  you  mean  this  isn’t  about  me  ?  ;   MEMES.