#manichaeisms

[nospraedirus]

@krumovik ♥’d for a starter : draco & viktor  

Viktor Krum, star seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch team, was riding a piece of garbage – a broom so old that the house elves wouldn’t even sweep a floor with it. It bothered Draco immensely. He was of the opinion that such an esteemed player should use only the best equipment. He found it terrible that the Bulgarian team wouldn’t allow Krum to continue to use the team’s Firebolt brooms outside of the season, especially when it was so clear that Krum was unable to afford one for himself.

“I noticed that your broom isn’t very good,” Draco spoke as a greeting, “a Nimbus 1500? I’m surprised that duster can even make it off the ground,” it truly was a testament to Krum’s dedication to the game that he would risk himself flying on such an old death-trap, “I have a Firebolt. If you want it, you can borrow it – in fact, you can have it. My father will buy me another one.” It was, of course, a genuine offer. He would like to be friends with a famous quidditch star, after all.

[cytherec-blog]

❛❛   you  should  not  be  here.   ❜❜           the  shadows  hide  her  from  human  eyes,  but  she  could  feel  he  was  no  human  at  least  not  like  those  that  had  dared  to  come  to  see  the  snake.  those  whom  their  own  need  for  greatness  had  brought  them  to  their  end.  she  was  doomed  to  live  in  this  body  a  body  she  was  now  learning  to  love  more  for  each  year  that  passed  her.   he  was  different  he  could  feel  him,  a  connection  as  if  he  would  understand  her  even  without  her  making  him  do  so.            ❛❛   who  are  you?   ❜❜             her  curiosity  would  never  change,  slowly  she  showed  herself  to  him  so  their  eyes  could  meet.   //  @manichaeisms  ⇾  sc.

[noblemagicks]

@manichaeisms  //  salazar  //  sc.

Another day, another reminder that people of her kind were not ACCEPTED. Another woman accused of witchcraft, though there was hardly any evidence other than hearsay, gossip of an old woman that kept to herself and who seemed strange. She’d seen her in the marketplace before, selling fruits and had always seemed so SWEET. But the word of one woman was hardly enough to stop a fire from being built. Now, as the crowd began to disperse, Liliana seemed rooted in place, hands clasped tight.   ❝   It’s quite strange, isn’t it? There used to be a time when magic was practically WORSHIPED. Now everyone joins like it’s a celebration to see one burned.   ❞  She couldn’t help but voice her distaste to the stranger beside her, a habit often looked down upon to speak up even so quietly.

[hadncchoice]

@manichaeisms || rabastan ;;     sc 

                the manor has been infiltrated ;  home to the dark lord and his servants, where every turn draco takes he’s met with someone new, someone familiar, all wearing the same scarred mark upon their arms.  it’s a symbol of their allegiance to the dark lord, and draco’s skin still burns where the mark had been carved. never to be removed, never to be hidden.  it was who he was supposed to become, anyway.  a HEIR TO THE THRONE.  

                  his father is too busy playing servitude to the dark lord, sending draco well on his way to become the machine he is meant to be.  occulmency training with bellatrix, tormenting the death eaters that haven’t proven their work ; and delving into the darkest of magic ... the kind that no one comes back from, the kind that settles in the ash left of their bones and becomes one.  

                    he rounds the corner, follows down a long hallway that leads to the dungeons.  soundproof walls don’t conceal the noises below ; the sicking crack of bones as someone’s neck is snapped.  he doesn’t really know some of these people ; but he’s heard about them all.  about loony, crazy bellatrix.  her brother in law, however ; nervous and almost frail had a sort of aura around him.  something that was far darker than the rest of the people here. it makes him feel uncomfortable, though he won’t ever express that.   

                   ‘’       -----     i’m with you today.  we’ve found more spies?     ‘’  

[precisepenny]

this was not how she envisioned it. 

after school, things had been good between them. even though they were both busy, they found time for each other. he would talk about crouch, then fudge, and she in turn would talk about st. mungo’s. the tension really started toward the end of fudge’s reign as minister. HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED had returned, and the world went to hell. 

it’s a slow burn, the fire building in her chest where her heart used to be. she’s not angry. no. she’s hurt. long days turn to sleepless nights, where percy doesn’t even come home. she knew he was overworking himself; it was in his nature. penny just knew she could help, if he let her in. . . but the distance between them grows further by the day, and this is not how it was supposed to go. she and percy were suited for each other. he would be MINISTER; she would run ST. MUNGO’S. that had been their destiny. one of the biggest power couples of the wizarding world. . . it was supposed to be THEM against the world. 

now. . . now, she just feels empty and sad, longing for his touch. longing for him. even in the quiet mornings when they wouldn’t say anything and just drink tea, it was better than this. than nothing. she makes a decision, and she HATES this.

it’s one of those magical days where he finds himself in her flat after a long day at work, and already penelope feels her stomach twist with discontent. “perce,” she says softly and reaches for his hand across the table, rubbing her thumb gently over his knuckles. “we need to talk.” the words make her throat feel tight, and her eyes already burn with tears. | @manichaeisms

[herkingdomcome]

She was...not a child exactly. But something different. Her purest form maybe. Alice didn’t entirely understand and she’d want to figure it out. After. After she found Charlie because she had no doubt he was here. How could he not be? If she was then he had to be and she refused to believe otherwise. Because she could feel it, in her bones or whatever it was she had now.

Wandering what feels like aimlessly begins to feel hopeless though. For what seems like hours she’s looked for her brother. She’s followed whatever path feels right and begun doubting herself. There’s a pain forming in the pit of her stomach. The doubt growing and making her feel like she could break. Until she turns a corner and there he is. There he is. It doesn’t seem real after all this time. Without a second thought she’s barreling towards him, “Charlie!” Alice shouts as she throws herself at him with all the enthusiasm and joy she had. // @manichaeisms

[immuto]

quentin is over here like @manichaeisms fuck yes, praise me and my queen.

but also while you’re at it; also praise eliot and margo because like, they’re my king and queen too.

[soulscatter]

@manichaeisms gets a STARTER !

his eyes darken and his eyes narrow as his head lifts. he takes inventory with all his senses, magic and otherwise. but he’s not sure his sense are true because what he smells... 

      ❝ eliot...? ❞ he calls, curious and seemingly calm, eyes narrowing further.