i need someone to write fics that are marauders era GIRLS centric because they all have such interesting stories and personalities but not enough recognition to make them truly “interesting” characters
free me from bisexual pandora PLS. i cannot stop thinking of her dating barty seeing just how much it annoys evan so she continues dating him, but then barty keeps eye fucking evan and she knows evan will ultimately get on with barty; so she dumps barty, and gets on with bellatrix who he hates and who hates him in return. evan loses all initial interest in barty because he’s not pandora’s anymore and barty is confused and i the whole thing highkey hurt his ego. does she love bellatrix? no, does bellatrix love her? no, but they can’t deny the others looks and they know they look good together. so they both watch everyone fall over themselves trying to understand what exactly is going on.
they might not be head over heels in love, and sometimes find the other unreasonably upsetting, but they have FUN when they’re together
Bellatrix and Pandora? Toughts? i NEED your opinion
well, my opinion is what you shall get :)
bellatrix and pandora... hm... I love it. they are both insane in not so different ways. both willing to kill for the people they love. both are certainly smart and definitely older siblings. they are just so similar in a way idk
getting together is probably messy. messy hook-ups/"straight"-up situationship
they meet at one of those high-society parties their mothers made them attend. it's how they end up with each other for the first time too. being really bored and drunk isn't a good combination, apparently
OMFG! pandora lestrange falling for her sister in law??? the messiness of that situation. her brother wouldn't care all that much - he wasn't into bellatrix all that much anyway - but still. having to keep that secret. urghh they are so messy
canon!bellatrix looking at the girl looked up in the malfoy manor and seeing pandora and feeling nothing but pain at the sight. ugh I'm not okay rn
outing myself as a hp brainrotter to ramble abt the Black Sisters
WARNING: ACCIDENTAL ATTEMPT TO WRITE FLOWERY LANGUAGE BY SOMEONE WHOS BASICALLY ILLITERATE
Cygnus: the youngest of his siblings. The most forgotten yet the most fortunate—with Walburga having descended into putting the mad in madness and Alphard declared a traitor for helping Sirius. Passive in all he did, happy to grow his branch on the family wreath tree enough to simply appease the Lords and Ladies. A once acceptable husband wilting away as his wife grew more desperate
Druella: An outsider in name and nationality. The youngest of her own scrutinizing family fleeing to England to not drift away in the chaos of high society. A subject of speculative whispers regarding whether or not she’ll too fall victim to the infamous Black Family Mania. What those same people who whispered that they were proven right don’t know is that that mania is not familial but a product of centuries of perfectionism. A woman reduced to a counterpart—a failed mother with 3 daughters contesting with Walburga’s 2 heirs. A mother who passed her own familial unfavorables to her daughters. A woman who saw herself in her third daughter and final child—a child she titled only in her head yet announced to everyone as her greatest failure—and named her not after the starry patterns of the Blacks but the flowery thorns of the Rosiers
Narcissa: A woman content to fade into the background as the pretty-faced third daughter of 3 children. A woman named after a natural beauty defaced by its grimy background. A girl who was not Black, Malfoy, or Rosier yet above all was loyal to whoever she called family—disregarding what they called her. A woman who saw the women in her life be called mad disgraces, malevolent traitors, and failures and upheld the scraps her branch of the family tree left her with not because it was anywhere close to the romance she dreamed for or the quiet life of obscurity she knew to expect but because no matter how she may lay awake at night comforted by the agony of her blood she couldn’t stand to break her mother further. A lady who married her best friend because she knew that’d be the best bet she had of a happy marriage, and had only one son however much she both longed for and dreaded a daughter.
Andromeda: Always picking up and picking up the pieces for the people around her, as all she’s ever known how to do is love. A woman who saw firsthand how her eldest sister was broken beyond repair despite her attempts and shielded her youngest from witnessing the truths she carried with her as she left her dreaded house (because she can’t possibly call it home, no matter how often her mother or sister—who can really tell the difference—did so, not even trying to act as they genuinely believed this could somehow be anymore than a fortress), her mother’s screaming voice no longer being able to echo in her. A woman who was not saved by the man she loved but floated up to the surface
And Bellatrix. Ohhh Bellatrix. A powerful woman broken and broken by curse upon curse and memory charm upon memory charm for daring. Daring to break against the rigid bark of a tree from which the sword that cut her into pieces was forged, daring to be the first of what many called failures but what should be called those who were failed. A woman who left claw marks in whatever semblance of power she had yet, like any other, fell limp as she took her last breath. A woman who died at the hands of a mother’s love as a woman who never got to know what love would be. A woman who saw a glimpse of herself in blue eyes (not cold and sharp like that of her blood, but like the stars she was named after and would lay on soft grass and needlessly watch with a blonde girl who saw too much and knew too much. A girl who saw a person in a woman who knew too little) before someone else took that from her too. A woman who never knew power and thought she wielded it even as she sat in a cell haunted by what doomed her to the fate she was only halfway through living
I would like to introduce everyone to Bellatrix/Pandora, aka Belladora. I have seen a SINGLE fic of them on ao3, and I need more. So have a snippet of the oneshot I'm writing of them right now
“Hello, love.” Pandora greeted her in their usual soft, wispy voice. Luna looked up from her drawing and smiled, looking for all intents and purposes a near copy of her mother Pandora.
“Mama!” Luna greeted cheerfully, jumping up to run over. Bellatrix grinned and scooped Luna up in her arms, neither of them bothered by the fact her clothing- made by none other than Pandora themself with leather as a heavy mark of the outfit- was still covered in blood. It was mostly dried by now, but it still got onto Luna’s robes as she threw her arms around Bella’s neck.
“There’s my darling little moon,” Bellatrix cooed, trading cheek kisses with the little four year old. “How have my two favorite people been today?” She walked over to the couch, leaning down to Pandora to give them a kiss as well.
“We missed you!” Luna said sweetly, her voice just as wispy as Pandora’s. They were both odd compared to the average person, but Bellatrix just loved them all the more for it. After all, not only was it cute, but it was a mark of them being seers in their own rights. “Mummy took me out to the forest again today. The pixies were very happy with the little homes that I helped build last week.”
ELLE FANNING at SXSW on March 12th 2022 wearing GABRIELA HEARST dress and BELLADORA and GRACE LEE jewelry
Elle churned out multiple outfits for the SXSW Festival, and I was a huge fan of all of them. While I loved this one, it was my least favorite.
I liked the vibe of the outfit. I think the dress is so cool. I love the black top with the white skirt for the dress. I also love the puffy sleeves. It’s a super cute look from Elle.
