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[contenuem-blog]

The Eighth Summer || A Self Para

It was the summer of 1966, and Emmeline’s favorite ever movie was Mary Poppins. Em absolutely loved playing Mary, dancing around her adoptive parent’s little cottage and imagining her toys coming to life to dance with her, just like they did in Jane and Michael’s nursery. She’d snap her fingers at everything, trying to turn it into a game. It didn’t help that her dad loved to pretend his work bag was bottomless, pulling out treats and surprises he’d gotten for her on his way back from the office once he’d gotten home. She watched that movie nearly daily, and spent a lot of time trying to be just like her idol Miss Mary.

If she wasn’t playing pretend, she was helping her mom in the gardens, tending to the flowers and helping clean the statues. She loved to scale the fruit trees, eating whatever she picked as she rested in the tree branches high above everyone’s heads. Emmeline liked to pretend that the vast garden was her kingdom, and the treetops her throne. She was completely engrossed in her game when she heard her mom call out in frustration. A moment later and Emmeline was shimmying down the tree, skipping over to where her mom kneeled by her rose bushes. “What’s the matter?” She asked curiously, the peach from the tree she’d previously been in still in her hand. Emmeline plopped down in the grass next to her mom as she spoke, biting into the peach and letting the juice from it dribble down her chin.

“I can’t seem to get these roses just right. Everything I do, I wind up killing them.” Her mom muttered, more to herself than her daughter. “I can fix that!” Emmeline said, scrambling up from where she sat and standing in front of the rose bushes primly. “All you have to do… is make it a game!” And with her last phrase she snapped her fingers in the air, her other hand rested on her hip just like Mary Poppins did. Nothing happened, of course, and after a moment she huffed. “A…game!” She repeated as she snapped her fingers again, her voice sounding more and more agitated as she tried to make the flowers bloom. After the third attempt her mom laughed, standing up from where she kneeled and ruffling up Emmeline’s mane of curls. “Keep trying Emmy, you might get it to work one of these days.” She told her lightly before turning on her way to head back inside.

“One of these days.” Emmeline mimicked under her breath, still upset that she hadn’t managed to make her magic work. She stepped closer, moving her face toward the bush until her nose was nearly touching one of the dropped, closed flower buds. she squinched her nose up with all her might and snapped her fingers one last time, this time not saying a word. To her surprise, each and every flower on that bush stood straight upright, as if they’d been called to attention. Emmeline was so shocked she tumbled right over, landing on her backside in the soft grass with a gasp. She looked down at her hand and back to the bush slowly, raising her hand and snapping once more. As soon as that sound rang through the air every flower bloomed, the entire bush suddenly huge and colorful, and the bushes around her blooming as well. Two second later, and Emmeline was sitting in a circle of great, grand flowers in the middle of her mom’s garden. Her eyes widened, filling with wonder as she turned around slowly to take it all in. It was real, it really was! One second later and the magic of the moment snapped, Emmeline sprinting to the cottage door just as quickly as her little feet could take her. “Mom! Mama!”

Emmeline’s had a knack for Herbology ever since

[rablstrange-blog]

let me use this cheeky gif of timmy that i’ll probably never get to use again real quick. anyway, hello pals! my name is naz, and this child i’ll be playing is rabastan lestrange. he gives me both headaches and heartaches so i’ll most likely be crying in your ims if he makes bad decisions with your characters. definitely hmu or like this post if you’d like to plot with him! (pls plot with him) 

╰ °✧ ( CONTROL BY HALSEY ) comes on as soon as ( RABASTAN LESTRANGE ) comes into the room. he is ( TWENTY ) and were formerly in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( NEUTRALS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET ) and would describe themselves as ( RESOURCEFUL ), but also ( VOLATILE ). { naz, 22, cst, he/him } 

let’s start off by saying that rabastan is the least favorite child between him and his brother. it used to really bother him when he was younger bc he honestly thought there was something wrong with him. he always tried to better himself and change who he was to please his parents, but as he got older, he stopped caring about it and stopped trying to please them. he knew that no matter what he did, their feelings about him would never change. 

he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s lowkey about it. he’s that guy that will be friendly and kind to your face and learn info about you, but he’ll release that info if it benefits him in some way. he won’t do that to the people he considers friends tho. 

he keeps to himself most of the time, but he’s always watching everyone and everything. he’s also very stubborn and is a ball of anger. honestly, he can be totally fine one minute and the next he’s planning a revenge plan. sometimes even the smallest things can set him off, it just depends on the day and what he’s feeling. 

despite his asshole tendencies, he can be a genuinely decent person whenever he wants to be. although, he usually reserves that for those he truly cares about (they can be purebloods or halfbloods, maybe even a singular muggleborn. highkey want him to care for a non-pureblood or two? it’ll go against his family values, and i love angst.)

after starting at hogwarts, he picked up a huge liking for potions which eventually grew into a passion. he was so passionate about potions that he usually followed slughorn around and tried to get the man to give him more advanced potion recipes. also, during his school years he was a seeker on the slytherin quidditch team. 10/10 was OBSESSED with quidditch.

unlike his brother, rab did fall in line after graduation and took an apprenticeship at a potions shop. one that, depsite the fact that they wouldn’t say anything bad about rod due to him being a lestrange, already had a sour attitude about rab. they wondered if he would do the same thing as rod and run off to help him at his own potions shop, but it’s been like 3 years and rab hasn’t. he has a big head, but he knows he has so much to learn and he won’t jeopardize that bc of his pride. 

contrary to canon belief, rabastan isn’t a death eater yet. he prefers to be on the neutral side of things. why should he have to pick a side? he’s selfish and doesn’t care which side wins as long as he’s left alone. (which of course, being a lestrange, remaining neutral won’t last.) 

also, side note: i have this idea that (sometime down the line) rabastan will eventually become a death eater. but something hella intense and life changing will have to happen to him for him to finally decide to sell his soul to the devil the dark lord and become a death eater. 

as for plots, here is a small list of vague plots that i’d like filled for rabastan! 

enemies: an obvious one. rab is a lowkey asshole that will fuck people over if it benefits him so these are inevitable. 

frenemies: these are inevitable as well considering the community he is part of it. 

friends: i’d like for him to have at least a handful of these. they won’t know him deeply, but he’d still be a friendly. 

best friends: there could be one to two, maybe three maximum. rab doesn’t like to opening up to people, so these people would be really special to him. he’d be a ride or die type of best friend. 

exes: maybe one or two past relationships, flings can work too. rab is pansexual, so any gender works. we can discuss whether they ended on good or bad terms.

betrothal: has to be one of the sacred twenty-eight, preferably one from the purist families. whether they hate it or are okay with it, we can talk about it.

maybe also a painful kind of love? you know, one where it never works or it shouldn’t even be a thing bc you know it can’t last due to arranged marriages (or maybe different blood statuses?)  

remember these are just vague plots, and whatever you’re down for we can discuss their background and why they are the way that they are. or we can do something entirely different, anything works for me tbh. also, another reminder that i love angst and pain so throw all of it at me. ruin my life.

[theladynarcissa-blog]

Hello darlings! A little about me before I jump in on my bby Queen Narcissa. I’m Rose, I’m 25, and I’m in EST (though my sleep patterns will sometimes migrate west). I’ve played Narcissa on and off for years now, so I’m very invested in her characterization. That being said I’ve seen a bunch of different versions of her by other people, so I tend to ignore most of what the “fandom” interpretation is and just do my own thing. I’m super down to plot, so if anyone wants to hmu, just shoot me a message! I’m so excited to write with y’all.

╰ °✧ ( COSMIC LOVE by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE ) comes on as soon as ( NARCISSA BLACK ) comes into the room. she is ( TWENTY-ONE ) and was formerly in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( NEUTRALS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( DOVE CAMERON ) and would describe themselves as ( CHARISMATIC ), but also ( MANIPULATIVE ). 

Narcissa is the youngest of her sisters. One might think that meant the expectations were lessened for her, but that’s far from the truth. If anything, they were more stringent for the youngest Black daughter (the sweetest, the most eager to please, the most malleable).

She’s been raised to be the perfect Pureblood lady, who will marry a Pureblood lord and have perfect Pureblood children while hosting balls and planning dinner parties and wearing pretty dresses. Her sisters might have bucked the Traditions, but if anything Narcissa clings to them. She excels in that realm, and she does so like being good at things. She’d never be able to be a warrior like Bella. Thank gods it’s not expected of her.

As much as she sometimes wonders if there’s more to life, she hates the idea of letting her family down or disappointing her mother. It’s easier to put on an act and make herself into what she’s expected to be than to buck the system and risk losing everyone that she loves. Andromeda is braver than her. She’s always been braver, and Narcissa will never admit that she idolizes that bravery, but she does. 

Her family is the most important thing to her. She loves her sisters dearly; she’s been trailing after them with stars in her eyes ever since she was a child. She’s also fiercely loyal to her extended family as well. Narcissa might look like a pretty flower, but if you mess with her loved ones, you’ll see there’s steel underneath the layer of gossamer.

That being said, she’s not one to get her hands dirty. She plays a different game, one of sideways glances and fake smiles and whispered secrets. She spent so long turning herself into an ideal that developed quite a talent for it and realized that it could be used for other matters as well. She uses her image like a sword, 

Narcissa is as prejudiced as anyone else in her family, but in a softer, more insidious way. She’s not one to openly scorn those she deems lesser than her. You catch more flies with honey, after all, and she’s always been able to turn on a sweet air. She values her reputation as a “reasonable” pureblood, and if she can play more moderate to get what she wants, she will. 

People tend to dismiss Narcissa as another pretty face, some vapid rich girl, but she’s very clever. She’s fairly booksmart and always got top marks at school—as is expected for a Daughter of the Noble House of Black. She’s skilled with many forms of magic, though not at combative ones. She excelled more in potions, astronomy, herbololgy, charms, and the like. She dropped Defense the moment she could. She said it was so she could focus on her full courseload in other subjects, but really she just hated it. 

She’s also very perceptive. You have to be, growing up in a house where all serious conversations stop when you walk into a room. She pretends not to catch as much as she does, but Narcissa is highly aware of what’s going on in her world, even if she prefers to play the innocent. 

She’s always been fascinated with mind magic, and has dabbled in it very quietly in her down time. It’s something she’d consider a hobby, and so far she’s better at occlumency than anything else, but it’s something to keep her occupied. 

She doesn’t have any sort of job. Her mother wouldn’t hear of her precious baby daughter entering the work force. She could be described as a socialite more than anything else. She gets bored. So bored. But then she doesn’t really like the idea of being beholden to anyone at a job anyway, so maybe it’s for the best. 

That’s all I have for now! I’ve left a lot of things more nebulous (like the potential betrothal to Lucius and any friends she had back at school) to allow freedom of plotting, so if you have ideas, feel free to throw them at me. 

[maledicentella-blog]

Hey hey! Here’s my love

╰ °✧  ( ITS GOOD TO BE KING by Zayde Wolf) comes on as soon as ( MARCELLA BURBANK ) comes into the room. he/she/they is/are ( 22 ) and were formerly in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( DEATH EATERS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( KIERSEY CLEMONS ) and would describe themselves as ( PROTECTIVE ), but also ( CRUEL ). { Laney, 20, EST, she/her)

So my baby is the eldest daughter of Clayton Helsing Burbank and Sophia Ann Ravensworth-Burbank. Clayton’s a former Slytherin and current Death Eater, and Sophia (former Beauxbatons girl) tends to keeps her mouth shut and does whatever her husband wants. (We’re gonna pretend they’re one of the 28 even though that’s not true its okay)

she’s one of four kids, the others being her twin brother (CONNECTION OPEN!!) and then Arabella (11) and Viviette (6).

Marcella is 22, a former Slytherin, and is usually pretty damn intimidating bc she’s six feet tall.

So basically her mom’s all hoity toity and made absolutely sure that all of her daughters went to charms school and are super ladylike and elegant at all times. They each know how to be the perfect lady if they need too, even the baby. Marc used it to her advantage most of the time

The only downside to that is that Marcella followed very closely behind her father’s footsteps, being raised to eventually run her dad’s company. Mother isn’t too happy about one of her girls having that much power and not submitting to her husband, and fought with her father about it when she went away to school. Cue huge fight, cue Sophia getting the crap beaten out of her, cue Marcella and her brother coming home horrified. Clayton has never and will never touch one of his kids, and her brother was insistent on making sure of that.

Marcella is always the top of her class, and always the one to look out for academically.

She’s mean and brutal to anyone she isn’t close too. It takes a whole fucking lot to get close to her, but once you do she’s a ride or die 100%. Don’t fuck with Marc, don’t fuck with her friends.

Marcella goes by her full name, anyone besides her closest friends call her Marc and she gets pissy. Her baby sisters call her Marcy and Marcy-warc and they are the only people she’ll tolerate calling her corny nicknames. They get worse every time she comes home to them, she swears that bella and vivi conspire to come up with worse ones

She and her whole family’s extra af. Like, insane, always showing off their power and wealth kind of extra

OH. And marc wears a teeny tiny gold version of her family crest around her neck 24/7, I’ll post a picture of the sketch here eventually

As Mary Sue as it sounds, black stiletto nails, pearls, and perfect makeup is basically her aesthetic. Elegant af

[contenuem-blog]

MY ANGEL i love playing Emmeline so, so much and I haven’t in forever so I’m putting a new spin on her soooo i’m pumped

╰ °✧ ( HOME BY GABRIELLA APLIN ) comes on as soon as ( EMMELINE VANCE ) comes into the room. they are ( 22) and were formally in (RAVENCLAW ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( ORDER). some people say they look particularly look like (IMOGEN POOTS) and would describe theirselves as ( CARING ), but also ( TOO TRUSTING) { Laney, 20, EST, she/her }

Emmeline Vance is 22, a former Ravenclaw, and the sweetest/most fiery little thing you’ll ever meet.

She has two adorable, loving, older muggle parents that adopted her when she was just three weeks old. Eleanor and Henry are 59 and 61, respectfully, and adore her with all their hearts. They live in a little cottage on the bay and while they’re so glad that Emmeline is out and pursuing her dreams, they do miss her living at home oh so much. They think she’s a Healer at the Wizarding Hospital, and she was. But now she’s looking to join the Order, and doing everything she can to keep the fact that there’s a war brewing from her sweet parents. She lies and sends letters and comes to family dinners and pretends that everything’s peachy on her side of town.

Emm says that she’s a muggle born, and goes with it because in her eyes she is. Her parents are muggles, and she has no idea who her biological parents really are. (Unbeknownst to her, she’s from a family of purebloods that gave her up because they didn’t want a kid. It broke her mom’s heart, but they couldn’t afford to keep her. They figured she would be safe in the muggle world, and maybe Hogwarts would find their way to her.)

Emmeline is kind to everyone, has a gentle heart, and is sweet and loving. on the flip side of that, she has a quick tongue and a short temper.

She learned how to heal people the magic way and the muggle way through her schooling and work training, and wants to use it to her advantage in the upcoming war

Emmeline is quite the artist and loves to paint and draw and sketch, especially in the front garden at her parent’s house. The inside of their house is full of murals she’s painted, different scenes and settings that her parents requested be put on the walls. Their room looks like a beach, the bathroom looks like a forest, and her room looks like its flying in the sky. She left the kitchen a bright, sunshiney yellow. Her mom spends a lot of time in there and she wanted to make it as cheerful as possible

The garden her mom is especially proud of, and the garden that Emmeline comes home to help tend to whenever she can. Its her mom’s pride and joy. And she’ll gladly help with that in any way she can.