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female awesome meme; 3/5 female antagonists: bellatrix lestrange (harry potter) “you need to really want to cause pain – to enjoy it.”
favorite books [3/?] the cruel prince by holly black
that’s what comes of hungering for something; you forget to check if it’s rotten before you gobble it down
Or perhaps in Slytherin you’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.
I kept telling myself that I was the jerk this whole time.
OMG MY NEW SHOES CAME :3 ignore my ugly house arrest ankle bracelet. haha
years later this is still one of the funniest posts on this website god
67+ CREATURES TO USE IN YOUR RPS
Below the cut, you will find an extensive list of creatures that could be used in your supernatural / horror rps, with information links. As a warning, many of these links do contain images that could be seen as terrifying. Open them at your own discretion.
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Headcanon that one day, after Christine has returned from Erik’s home and after she saw his face, Christine gets a small note from the opera ghost (who she now knows is actually plainly named Erik). It simply asks if she’ll visit with him that afternoon, and that they can go on a carriage ride or stay in and enjoy music together if she should like.
Of course she doesn’t exactly want to go, but when she spots a pair of sad eyes watching her above the stage she decides to accept his invitation.
And so Christine meets Erik that afternoon in her dressing room and he’s much more talkative and almost giddy acting. After 20 minutes in his home, with Erik talking a million miles per hour and switching between trying to entertain her and showing off different objects in his home, she finally asks him bluntly why he asked her to visit today.
And then Erik gets really quiet and shy, and he won’t look at her only at the ground. Christine is afraid she has somehow upset him with her question, but then she hears him mumble, “Today is my birthday.”
He just wanted to have someone to talk to on his birthday, and there’s no one else he would rather see than her.
Bill Wurtz, the guy who made History of Japan, just made a sequel. Watch it.
The CANON APPLICATION PAGE is now live! As the headmistresses of Ivory and Bone continue to publish more canon (and canonized OC) bios, we have made the option for applying for said canon roles open! We will not be opening up the OC application until more of our canon roles are introduced.
We thank you for your patience as we continue to edit and release our bios and eagerly await your apps and questions.
⸺ Ivory and Bone Headmistresses
♛ THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE ♛
Monsters are crafted from shadow and bone. They give life to terror and consume all that surrounds them. As Hell reigns on Earth, and the wizarding community finds itself in the midst of destruction like their kind has never seen, the superstitious and religious pay their final blessings and respects before their final days have expired. The world is exploding into a flurry of chaos and blood, and Lord Voldemort’s Inner Circle are wielding the destruction.
⚔ ⚔ ⚔
&&. DEATH
She does not search for her prey; they come to her, once her comrades have finished playing with them. She does not submit to hunting after her enemy, but rather ensnares them like a spider in a web; like a predatory feline waiting leisurely for a mouse to scurry out of its hole. She waits inside a manor built like a castle, with old, weathered stone for walls and slick black marble to glide across. She has crafted her own chair out of bone and metal; a tribute to those who have fallen and submitted themselves (willingly or otherwise) to her Master’s command. To her wand. So it is she sits and waits, one leg delicately crossed over the other, revealing a flash of ivory skin through the slits in her black gown. She is a Queen in her own right, and this shrine of submission and defeat her unofficial Throne. The Dark Lord is not a King among peasants in her eyes; he is a deity, and she among his most devout followers. A woman born with the divine right to rule and lead. Conquest is her daughter; a caress of submission and weakness in the aftermath of a battle. War is her brother; a fierce defender and surveyor of the world as it rips itself to tatters before his very eyes. Famine, she saves for last. He is her lover; her pet to do her bidding and suck and mutilate the souls of the weakened while she waits for them to collapse in front of her, defeated and desperate for the sweet embrace of death. all it takes from her is one small kiss; to undo, to unravel, to unmake
She grows cold as she waits for opportunity to strike; for her prey to be presented to her, weary and broken from the time they have spent with the rest of her family. Her fingernails, stained a ghastly shade of red from the paint she has applied to them, thrum impatiently against the arm of her throne. Her claws dig into the polished bone and metal beneath her fingertips; she grits her teeth in irritation, and anger hot and pulsating boils over and seeps through the room. She is a cloud of black mist; of turbulence and anger and uncertainty. Her eyes remain ever cool and transfixed on the door opposite her, even as the low-ranking followers in the room titter nervously with one another. They do not care as much for accidentally upsetting the others, but she is a woman who has no match. She is unrivaled among her field, with the exception of her master and his greatest lieutenant.
He enters then, Famine, in that hollow, starving way of his. He slinks through the shadows, the husk of a wizard being dragged across the marble floor beneath him. As the filthy prisoner is deposited at her feet, the Queen crinkles her nose in blatant disgust and shifts the lace hem of her dress away from the creature’s grubby fingers. Oddly, she thinks of having the floors clean once his body has been deposited in the burial hole with the others. She toys with her wand contemplatively, wandering if the prisoner will make a break for it, knowing he won’t. War captured him, Conquest captured his spirit, and Famine ate his soul. So it comes to be that she is the remainder; the last of her kind. The conclusion to a peaked climax. And so she lifts her wand, arm steady, eyes focused, and hisses the words that caress her tongue lovingly; as warm and familiar as a child’s embrace.
“Avada Kedavra.”
She is all that is left. She is sweet release. She is death.
&&. CONQUEST, WAR, AND FAMINE.
Care to see the other horsemen of the apocalypse and some of Lord Voldemort’s most trusted Death Eaters? You can view Conquest here, War here, and Famine here. Be sure to like and reblog this post, and OUR OFFICIAL CHARACTER TEASERS.
WHO ARE WE?
A brand new, canon divergent storyline following the Golden Trio and the newly expansive Wizarding World and its corresponding second war is on the way. You’ve never seen the Chosen One’s story this dark before; and now, Harry Potter’s beloved Wizard World will involve dynamic characters from a wide variety of culture and backgrounds, both canonically known and entirely original. In upcoming teasers and infographics, expect to learn the following: a themed playlist for the group, teaser introductions for important characters, upcoming bio releases, and more.
MAKE SURE TO POST IN THE GROUP’S TALK TAG (IABTALK) AND FOLLOW US FOR MORE TEASERS AND INFORMATION RELEASED
When the last of the four horsemen teasers comes out and you’re screaming at one in the morning.
♛ THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE ♛
Monsters are crafted from shadow and bone. They give life to terror and consume all that surrounds them. As Hell reigns on Earth, and the wizarding community finds itself in the midst of destruction like their kind has never seen, the superstitious and religious pay their final blessings and respects before their final days have expired. The world is exploding into a flurry of chaos and blood, and Lord Voldemort’s Inner Circle are wielding the destruction.
⚔ ⚔ ⚔
&&. CONQUEST
Her heart is crafted from weathered stone. Her eyes, inquisitive far beyond her years, take in the anguished cries of a corrupted society. Her velvet boots glide across a cracked marble floor, her dress a fluttering, emerald ocean behind her. She moves in waves and a rhythm unknown to her enemy; her shadow bends to the wind, her heart to darkness. And as she stalks through the house she’s curated into her own personal morgue, her nostrils flare as the pungent, metallic scent of blood - so overpowering it nearly brings her to her knees - fills the heavy air around her. The stench of rot and decay does not belong to her; it is Death’s for the taking, but she is a willing accomplice in summoning its presence. flesh and bone will bend and break; the body a vessel aching to be undone
The fluttering tail of her dress brushes against the cold, hardened limbs of an enemy hard won. Their filthy blood will undoubtedly tarnish her dress behind repair, but she allows her battle gear to caress their lifeless forms as she glides past. It is a kiss of gratitude; an acceptance of their surrender. She clears the room, leaving the trapped souls of her damned victims behind her in favor of moving towards the balcony. It offers a pretty view, fair enough, and she braces her hands against the smooth railing, her eyes surveying the bloodstained, silent world before her. She closes her eyes, lets the breeze lift her dark hair from her face, and inhales the greedy scent of a battle well won. It isn’t the blood she senses, nor is it the lingering scent of war and famine.
It’s victory. It’s submission. It’s better than acceptance or surrender. It’s a conquest.
&&. WAR, FAMINE, AND DEATH.
Care to see the other horsemen of the apocalypse and some of Lord Voldemort’s most trusted Death Eaters? Be sure to like and reblog this post, and War’s teaser will be released next.
WHO ARE WE?
A brand new, canon divergent storyline following the Golden Trio and the newly expansive Wizarding World and its corresponding second war is on the way. You’ve never seen the Chosen One’s story this dark before; and now, Harry Potter’s beloved Wizard World will involve dynamic characters from a wide variety of culture and backgrounds, both canonically known and entirely original. In upcoming teasers and infographics, expect to learn the following: the group’s name, a link to the main, a themed playlist for the group, teaser introductions for important characters, and more.
MAKE SURE TO POST IN AND FOLLOW THE GROUP’S TALK TAG (IABTALK) FOR MORE TEASERS AND INFORMATION RELEASED
The more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers most.
Thomas Merton (via elved)
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Don’t mess with the bae.
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Had some free time in the office today to doodle this! Cleaned this up a bit, posted the hella rough one on twitter.