#amos-d

[cassiuslcmulciber-blog]

fmk: the carrows, yaxley

fuck - marry - kill

“I don’t know what your family’s like but I’m not fucking my uncle….and before you ask no, I’m not going to marry them either so they’re going to have to die.” 

“That then just leaves me with the Carrows and out of the two I only actually like Alecto so I suppose I’d marry her and fuck Amycus cause you don’t need to like someone to have sex with them....and besides Amycus is vaguely attractive so long as he keeps his mouth shut.”

[afterprcngs]

strikhedonia

strikhedonia - the pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.

There was something he’d always wanted to try.

Well, always was perhaps a bit strong; before he was captain he never would have dared to suggest it because the chance that it would ever work were infinitesimally small. And also because it was stupid. But he’d been curious for so long, and if he could pull it off, it would go down in Hogwarts quidditch history. 

Because nowhere in the rules of quidditch did it say the quaffle had to be the only thing to go through the hoop.

With Amos guarding, it was as much of a gamble as just throwing the damn thing; he was a better Keeper than anyone James had ever met, and the chances of getting the quaffle past him singlehandedly was already near-zero. One of the finest quidditch players James had encountered in five long years of playing; and a good man, too. If anyone would appreciate what he was about to try, he figured Amos Diggory might get a kick out of it.

The score was tied, and the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff seekers were racing for the snitch well below him; the game was in their hands now, not his. If ever there was a time to try it, this was it. To hell with it.

     ‘Diggory!’ he shouted, holding the quaffle up over his head, as if he needed to get his attention. He didn’t: Amos had his eye on the quaffle at all times. But James was nothing if not a showman at sport. 

He tucked the ball tight between himself and the broom, leaning down as far as he could along its length to streamline himself. He’d measured before, just out of curiosity: the goal hoop was just large enough for a very slender man on a broom to fly straight through. And then he leaned forward, urged his broom on, and accelerated--

He woke up two hours later in the hospital wing with a broken nose and an already-mending broken arm; turns out, Diggory had been just as good at guarding as he’d expected, but the hard metal of the goal hoop hadn’t exactly agreed with his in tact bones as he slammed half his body into it.

Ah, well. At least they’d still won the game.

[galaxyofherown-blog]

lingerie

Lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

“I don’t. I am very happy in my relationship with Ted and don’t find any fulfillment in extramarital affairs consensual or not. I know that within the pureblood community affairs are quite...common. I’ve just never seen the benefit of them myself.”

[cassiuslcmulciber-blog]

☂ ☎ ☛

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

answered

☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

answered

☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders?

It’s a bit of a mix. A shrug or a roll of the eyes followed by either a sharp refusal or, more rarely, begrudging acceptance. The response depends not only on what the order is but also upon who the person giving the order is. If it’s someone he respects and admires (i.e. Yaxley) Cassius tends to acquiesce with only a little grumbling. 

If it is someone who holds personal power over him (i.e. Rodolphus Lestrange) Cassius will usually do as he is told without complaint, but with perhaps some minor sulking, only to then vent about it to his friends later. 

With someone Cassius views as inferior (the vast majority) he will purposefully ignore the order unless doing so jeopardies either the cause or people who he does care about. Even then he will likely tell them to fuck off before doing what they say.