* monster in me !

i have seen you cower for y e a r s, lick at scraps and kiss the hand that beats you. you tease with escape, every day you look out of that window with those longing eyes – do you think i am blind? you must do – to think i cannot see the bars of the cage in the reflection of your pupils ? i called myself tempest because i do what you cannot. // dependent oc for nox

[tempcsted]

1, 8 & 14

1. What are three Netflix shows that they’ve rated five stars?

based solely on vibes alone:

breaking bad ( gaslight manipulate mansplain ). gus is their favourite character.

pretty little liars - the drama. the schemes. the elaborate nonsense of it all

girlboss - okay this was the most spontaneous choice. i think they'd love sophie a lot.

8. What sort of toys did they play with as a child?

anything they could get their hands on became a toy. there were kid's broomsticks that were flown 2 feet off the ground until they started to wear, cardboard boxes that became little houses, a wand stolen from one of their parents - the list goes on.

14. How do they eat their popcorn? What do they put on it?

salty & sweet mix. nothing else special on it. they’re aware it’s a little bit psychopathic of them.

[tempcsted]

𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: poison apple nightclub 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: @petriichvrs​​

𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 — ​ ❛  i  might’ve  caused  some  trouble .   ❜

“ of course you did. ” with one hand to their chest, and the other draped around ginny’s shoulders, tempest is the perfect picture of a proud parent. they lean forward, reaching towards the tray set on the table with only two shot glasses left filled. one in their own hand, one passed over. “ any consequences we need to worry about? ” the we goes entirely unnoticed by tempest , along with its symbol of solidarity, of the lot they share. perhaps, offhand, if they were to think about it, it’s just because of their physical vicinity to ginny – a hex thrown toward one is a hex both would have to avoid. regardless, the shot glass is raised, poised for a toast.

[tempcsted]

stainedglcss​:

     gerrie’s attention shifted from the game that they were horrendously losing at, to the voice beside them. before their eyes cast down to catch a glimpse of the prize in the other’s hands, the beginnings of a small smile began forming on their face. the expression fading quickly noticing the one animal that has haunted them for years. ‘ how thoughtful and original this is, ’ a pause following. ‘ it’s all yours mate, considering how hard i’m sure you worked to win it, ’ they waved a dismissive hand in the direction of the stuffed animal.

“what are you talking about?” tempest’s smile screams this was on purpose while the rest of their face works to communicate genuine confusion: it’s a contorted picture. they look down at the rat plushie, chucking it between their hands with little care for actually catching it, before raising their head once more to try and catch gerrie’s eye. “it’s just a little guy. it’ll go in the bin otherwise.” 

[tempcsted]

dolors​:

they     must     exist     on     the     same     wavelength     ,     moving     at     alarmingly     similar     speeds          /          sun     hasn’t     even     reached     its     most     violent     heat     yet     ,          &          yet     they’ve     both     found     𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄     at     rickety     stall     .     tempest’s     touchiness     is     mirrored     in     the     way     julius     winds     an     arm     around     her     waist     ,     yanks     her     just     a     little     closer          ;          nod     of     agreement     is     followed     suit     by     the     speedy     fashion     that     deft     hands     pluck     a     shot     from     their     grip     ,     throw     it     back     without     a     wince     .          ❛          am     i     not     𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢     enough     for     you     anymore          ?          ❜          he     almost     has     the     gall     to     sound     hurt          !          mock     -     affectation     is     eaten     ALIVE     when     he     grins     something     roguish     ,     chases     the     taste     of     one     shot     with     another          &          glances     over     ,     𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩     glint     in     pale     eyes     .          ❛          you’ll     be     wanting     to     come     good     on     that     promise     when     i’m     the     prettiest     one     here     ,     clearwater     .          ❜

it's  so  easy  to  fall  into  julius  :  to  relax  all  of  their  limbs  and  let  a  smile  shine  forth,  nose  nudging  at  his  neck.  the  first  shot  goes  down,  and  she's  tempted  to  make  fun  of  the  ease  &  lack  of  any  kind  of  hiss  or  averse  reaction.  "since  when've  you  needed  to  look  pretty  for  me?"  with  someone  else,  this  would've  been  a  rejection  opportunity  for  tempest  –  a  moment  for  a  completely  straight  face  and  the  joy  of  making  someone  stumble  over  themselves.  julius    is    easy,    though,  so  it's  accompanied  by  a  laugh  (  full-throated  )  and  a  kiss  on  his  cheek.  "but  could  you  defeat  the  reigning  champion,  crabbe?"

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: grace moody ( @graciieux​​​​ )   𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !    

“you’ve got gum in your hair.” and there’s something wrong with tempest. there is not gum in grace’s hair, but they reach out and run their fingers through the ends anyway with a tut on their tongue and faux-concern in their eyes. how exactly are they hoping this will pan out ? it’s a mystery. moving closer, they set their drink on a makeshift table to free up both hands, wand pulled from their handbag. “d’you remember the spell to get it out?” 

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: geraldine zhang ( @stainedglcss​​​ ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !

“won this for you.” it’s not exactly true, per se, but ideas like that rarely really mattered where tempest was concerned. the plushie is simply a burden now that the game for it is over: something about the joy being in the competition itself & not the prize. they’d approached the first somewhat familiar face they could pick out of the crowd with one simple thought in mind: waste not, want not. and if the fact that the plushie in question is a RAT were to disturb geraldine, well that would just be a coincidence, surely? who knows.

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: julius crabbe ( @dolors​​​ ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !

“shot?”  tempest  wasn’t  at  liberty  to  disclose  how  they’d  gotten  the  bartenders  at  the  leaky  cauldron  stall  to  pour  her  an  armful  of  shots  this  early  in  the  day,  but  at  least  they  were  sharing.  that  was  real  moral  fortitude,  if  you  asked  them.  they’re  handsy,  immediately  trying  to  snake  an  arm  around  julius’  waist,  an  easy  indication  they’d  downed  one  or  two  of  the  collection  before  reaching  his  side.  “it’ll  make  you  prettier.  promise.”

[ladiesofcinema]

PHOEBE WALLER-BRIDGE and SIAN CLIFFORD in Fleabag

[tempcsted]

ggoyle​:

LOCATION: casino night / belby estate! STATUS: open @startertms​

“Be careful. The die is loaded,” Greg mutters, a drunken and satisfied smirk on his lips as he leans over the persons shoulder, observing the craps table. He’s been watching the table for some time now, having made a few of his own bets before picking up on the way the dice landed and pulling out the moment he realized he was being cheated ( an art he was quite familiar with and would not be taken advantage of ). Perhaps he should have kept it a secret, but the booze loosens his lips and with the knowledge he does have regarding gambling, he’s eager to share this tidbit of information. “You can tell by the way they land. See? Those sides are favored.”  

“naturally.” tempest hadn’t figured that out by themselves, but it was far more fun to let greg believe that she had. their voice is laden with snark, but the smile on their face softened the tone just enough to ( hopefully ) get across something friendlier. they lean their head back, catching him in their peripherals, left hand shooting back to pat his hip. “all for a good cause.” they snort, making it clear they don’t believe their own words, and pick up their drink in their spare hand, downing the dregs of the liquid. “what else have you noticed?” sharp eyes meet sharp eyes, and her eyebrow quirked in line with the question.

[tempcsted]

chacswins​:

“I should be insulted by that, shouldn’t I?” Alexander isn’t insulted by much, very little gets to him enough to make him react. It rolls right off his back like almost everything does. He chuckles when they move their arm, but arching up on his eyebrow when it moves to his hands instead. They’re smiling, but he isn’t sure if that is a good thing. “I’ve heard that, so what you’re saying it that there’s a secret kind side of you that the world hasn’t seen yet?”

“you can be what you like.” the wicked grin accompanying it does seem to point him more in the direction of insulted, though they don’t really mind either way. tempest gives an over-the-top gasp of horror at his next words, one hand letting go of his to slap indignantly on their chest ( the other hand squeezes its hold a little bit tighter : half a warning, half a smile the dramatic pretense won’t allow to stay up ). “secret? you wound me.”

[tempcsted]

for @kxbellem​ !

“i have a bet on you.” is exactly what everyone wants to hear when approached at a stuffy leaky cauldron event, tempest is sure. they’re hoping it’ll make knox’s lips at least twitch. they keep some distance, at least somewhat aware that close proximity won’t have the same kind of effect on her that it does on others. they tilt their glass at knox as some kind of signal that they’re  being friendly. “would you like to know what it is?”

[tempcsted]

featuring: @unfcttcrcd​

“darling.” it’s saccharine sweet as tempest’s arms encircle kasper, eyes sharp on a figure in the distance. “bewitch any particularly pretty rings recently?” they press a touch to his chin as they snake their way to face him properly - there’s a tone to the way she talks about his metal charming, not quite dismissive but certainly as if they aren’t sure what exactly it entails. “or anything explosive, perchance?”

[tempcsted]

featuring @gwenniejones

“don’t look at me like that.” however gwenog is apparently looking at tempest doesn’t entirely matter : something about the vague position of authority , slightly further up that social ladder ( at least in terms of their team, as a more experienced player ) , that prompts constantly judged feeling. she doesn’t usually mind that kind of scrutiny, actually, but there’s another dimension to it when it comes to jones that would take some time to properly unpackage and prod at. tempest grabs a wine glass off the closest waiter, thrusting it in the direction of gwenog. “have another, boss.”

[dobrien]

ANYA CHALOTRA as YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG in THE WITCHER’S season two, episode three “What Is Lost”

[tempcsted]

chacswins​:

“Maybe that is why I don’t why I don’t have many.” He doesn’t have any, but Tempest doesn’t have to know that. He’s sure they already could tell, but he could live without their cutting tone digging into the subject. “It’s a thrilling subject, actually.” His tone has a thin line of sarcasm, but he didn’t think Tempest knew him well enough to tell. “Your hands are freezing, by the way.”

“that would add up.” there’s something still quite stern hidden behind the surface of their face, but their shoulders have relaxed just a touch. tempest’s brow furrows for a moment, confused, before she remembers the grip she’s got on his arm. it slackens, but they don’t let go, moving down to toy with alexander’s hands instead, a smile working its way onto their face. “cold cauldron, warm broth, as they say.” 

[tempcsted]

qviddiitch​:

he’d never been a patient person, especially when inebriated, however, oliver managed to refrain from commenting long enough to hear what tempest had to say. though he was certain he wouldn’t like it. and in his current state, he likely didn’t have the capacity to offer up a half decent retort. “it would be for a beater,” he responded, the corner of his lips turned upwards in a smile.

tempest couldn’t be tempted into viciousness talking about quidditch. though it was a significant part of her life, something they were clearly passionate about, they had priorities. if oliver wanted to pretend that beaters offered nothing of substance to the game, that said more about his team than it could about her. “you would think so.” the sharp grin hasn’t dissipated one inch, and one foot extends to nudge his leg in time with her emphasis.

[tempcsted]

monstrovs​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   blackwood house, london   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @tempcsted​​   !

it wouldn’t be very in the halloween SPIRIT of him, if he didn’t stay on brand from the get go : nikolai appears at tempest’s side as if materialising from thin air, tugging at a strand of raven hair and asking, quite abruptly, “what are you meant to be?” his own costume leaves little to question, but tempest’s is one to dissect, and niko is only partially joking when he adds ( sans the ‘sexy’ he might’ve put before it, if they weren’t holding a rather convincing looking short sword ), “robin hood?” 

she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching... much. in reality : tempest’s flinch is shaped rather more like a fist to the tit. flicking his hand away from their hair, she takes a step backwards to give his own costume a fair appraisal before countering – a laugh thinly hidden beneath the surface at the whole concept : there’s some begrudging respect peeking from underneath those lashes. “i’m hot.” a shrug, because that was the only real criteria the outfit had needed to fill. “you’re looking... lacklustre.”