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Baby's first mass attack because I was running out of time and just wanted to get some Tavs down on metaphorical paper! A collection of durges from my bookmarks, I just think they're neat! Lumi for Luxthelost, Helene for @heleneplays, Jesiah for ghxstt, and Avis for @birmit

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Last Words

Got this idea because of @heleneplays reblog for this post and I couldn’t not do it. I know some of you have been wanting some Kidnapper content and I thought I’d oblige by doing this.

“Oh, little dove,” they sigh, an almost gentle touch threading through the grime-encrusted strands of your hair— blood and mud dulling the usually vibrant colors that lay beneath. “I did warn you how this would end, didn’t I?”

The gloved hand, warm against cooling flesh, shifts to your cheek, long fingers turning your gaze to their unmasked one. A dangerous beauty lurked within the darkness of their eyes— unhindered by a dark cowl, by the shadows they usually stand within, you could see the monster that had finally stepped out.

You hated how much you found them breathtaking. That the danger, the darkness, they offered still enticed you so because they didn’t pretend to be anything otherwise— they may put on a mask, to appease the general public, but they never denied the demon that lurked just beneath the surface of the angelic facade.

Forcing your lips to work, trying to ignore the growing numbness spreading through your limbs like molasses, you speak. “W-Why?”

They don’t say anything in response to your question, an almost stony look flickering across the expanse of their face before the calm neutrality— with just a hint of arrogance— returns.

“Because it’s who I am.”

The response, and the meaning of the words, so much deeper than what they appeared to be at surface level, causes your breath to stutter; darkness begins to leech out from your peripheral vision.

Because it’s who I am.

They were words you had gotten used to. Words, within an elegant scrawl, that were etched across your right side; ever since the day you had been born into this world. The last words your soulmate would ever speak to you.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to open your mouth and say anything else— to find the strength that had left you so long ago while you lay on the grimy floor of a long abandoned warehouse. Nothing else mattered as the world around you began to fade, your heartbeat growing slower and slower as each moment passed, and the only thing that remained was the gentle touch once more at your head.

Even as you slipped away into nothingness.

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Why?

Such a simple question. One that every child got the grasp of rather quickly. Why do we have to go? Why do those people not like ice cream? Why can’t I go play outside?

Why?

Those three letters, that simple question, had become something so much more during their life. Becoming the most complex equation that would follow them as they grew, and they became what they are now.

As the red on their hands grew to such a dark crimson it almost matched the blackness of the gloves that usually adorned them.

Why?

Because it’s who they are. They’re a monster, a beast that had been let loose from hell to rain agony on the purgatory of life. Their purpose, their only purpose, was to hunt from the shadows to snuff out the light, which means they never gave the tattoo situated on the left side of their chest any thought. Didn’t think about the being that lived out there— unaware of the monster that forever stained its darkness onto them.

Ignored the possibility of their happy ending. Monsters didn’t get one— evil didn’t know how to love. All it knew how to do was consume and conquer, it didn’t know the softness of a lover's hand or the gentleness of its warmth.

“It’s who I am,” they murmur, hand finally stalling its repeated motion within the dirty strands of hair. The vibrancy of the strands was lost when the figure was too. “It’s who I am.”

Even if sometimes I wish it wasn’t…

Evil didn’t know how to love, but they might have made the exception this one time to learn.

[ravenclaw-craftsgirl]

“The Wedding of Lilian Le’Reau to Merula Snyde on August 20th, 1995!”

“We shall be expecting you half an hour from Three in the afternoon at the Godric Hollow Church.”

“

Reception to follow at the Still Broom Reception Hall after the ceremony

.”

RSVP’s must be sent before August 1st, 1995 to be handled by @heleneplays

[missnight0wl]

1, 17, and 19? 💖

Thank you for asking! 😘 I hope you’re having a great day, Lee!

1. Which friend does MC ask for help to break them out of detention?

Honestly, Helena kind of liked detention. She could hang out with Jae and snack something every now and then. It was helping her to take her mind off everything that was going on in Y5, plus she knew that she had that coming, so she accepted her fate. However, if she had to break out, she’d probably ask Jae to cause distraction and cover for her. The chances of success would grow immensely if Tonks also had detention that day.

17. Which friend always goes back to school shopping with MC?

Rowan. This is how they met, so it only seems right to continue that tradition. It happens that some other friends join them as well, but Helena and Rowan actually put effort to pick a date together.

19. Which friend is always down to get a Butterbeer?

Probably Tonks, although they rarely have problems to find more company.

[cursebreakingmess]

@h-doodles @heleneplays Happy February 14! We’ve just met but you are so kind and I love our interactions!!!

[prlsvaus]

A gift character card of her OC Helene Adler for my dear @heleneplays, wonderful, talented and overall amazing person. Enjoy!

-x

[slytherin-puffskein]

HUG!!!! -heleneplays

*^* I want to hug you as well !!! And also talk because you seem super nice~ 

[luanardo]

@heleneplays​ you certainly can!!!!

Let’s start with Mallory:

B A S I C S

full name: Mallory Delvin Whelan

gender: Female

sexuality: Bi

pronouns: She/her

O T H E R S

family: Mother, Father, 3 Brothers (I have not developed them at all)

birthplace: Belfast, Northern Ireland

job: Student

phobias: no notable phobias

guilty pleasures: Reads manga and smutty novels in her free time,

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Ambivert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Disagreeable

cautious/reckless: Reckless

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Pessimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: I mean, she’s never interacted with anyone else’s characters before, so...

ot3: “ “

brotp: Lua la Corbeau

notp: Yet to be seen

And here’s Larunda: 

B A S I C S

full name: Larunda Maris Corbeau (née Lowell)

gender: Female

sexuality: Pan

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Garret Corbeau (husband, status unknown), Jacobl a Corbeau (son, status unknown) Lua Corbeau (son, active)

birthplace: Standell Manor, Wales (fictional)

job: Music store clerk 

phobias: Necrophobia (from an up-close encounter with a dementor)

guilty pleasures: none

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Pessimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Witch Garret, her husband. Also that one fanfic I wrote with Rakepick that I... guess is now cancelled?

ot3: None

brotp: With Mad-Eye Moody, who becomes a fatherly figure for Lua in the future

notp: None