AND MAYBE I'M DIVINE !

for⠀ the⠀ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ؛⠀and⠀ 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌⠀ 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

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until further notice bella is being moved to my multi !

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until further notice bella is being moved to my multi !

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄    ,      snakereign    . . .

            Bitterness. Voldemort pondered it as fingers drummed a pattern on the cherry-wood desk the previous owner of the house had so generously left behind. The pattern quickened as the second passed by, fingers dancing a suite in the silence following her words. Peer Gynt, tiptoeing through the halls of the king of the trolls. A piece he doubted she would know, undoubtedly muggle as it was.

           He could admire that pureblood stubbornness, that tight way with which they held on to their principles, that apt refusal to allow their world to be torn apart by all that wasn’t their own. He did appreciate it, really, as it was what had allowed him to get a foothold into their world --- to establish himself of king of all purebloods, a messiah to their cause. Not that Bellatrix quite cared for such things. The point still stood; she wouldn’t know Edvard Grieg, if he asked her about him.

           Was it privilege, that he did know it? Or perhaps a testimony to his pretense, and that youth that he couldn’t erase?

           “What experience do you have, Bella?” Asked Tom, lifting his gaze from the desk to the young woman before him. There was no malice to the question, no taunting. He didn’t care to break Bellatrix --- didn’t need to. As it stood, she was already his without such fanfare. Obedient, wanting to serve. On his side. He saw himself in the reflection of her eyes, wide and dark. Saw himself, a man who looked only two-thirds his age. The handsome lines of his youth, but washed out and waxy, as if slowly melting away to reveal someone --- or something --- much darker. “What has your true life looked like, so far?”

ALL  BARK  AND  NO  BITE,    the  muzzled  wolf  that  feeds  from  the  hand  of  the  master.    silent  weapon  in  the  palm  of  his  hand.    and  somehow  she  never  quite  learned  to  hold  her  tongue  forever,  as  though  it  was  the  last  of  the  defiance  stomped  out  of  her      ─────      the  last  flaw  in  the  perfect  servant.    who  was  she  to  offer  advice,  really  ?    who  was  she  to  speak  as  though  any  experience  had  not  been  served  to  her  by  those  more  powerful.    as    though    the    silver    spoon    was    a    blade.    ╱    if    it    was    they    might    have    cut    out    her    tongue.

what  experience  does  she  have,  how  to  answer  the  question  she  can’t  help  but  worry  is  a  trap  designed  to  catch  her.    the  only  life  she  has  lived  worth  anything  is  at  his  side  fighting  for  this  great  plan.    but  he  must  have  lived  countless,  been  everybody  he  ever  wanted  to  become.    regard  him  as  your  saviour  and  take  your  dues,  bellatrix.    you    cannot    win    here.      meeting  his  eyes  she  readjusts  her  hands,  twisting  the  ring  on  her  finger.    never  failing  to  feel  like  a  child  when  he  addresses  her.      ❛  my  liege  my  true  life  is  everything  i  have  done  for  you.    that  is  all  i  have  done  that  means  anything.  i  find  it  is  the  bitterness  for  lives  we  did  not  live  that  sticks  ...  though  i  would  not  presume  you  understand  the  feeling.  ❜

two  steps  forward  one  step  back,    bella  has  long  since  learnt  to  always  assume  she  is  on  the  defensive;    in  the  dark.        ❛  and  what  of  yours  ?    ;      i  shouldn’t  speak  of  experience  in  your  presence,    i  only  wish  to  gain  a  fraction  of  your  wisdom.  ❜        (  influence  meets  something  darker  and  she  stays  a  victim  to  her  own  ambition.  )    ❛  it  does  not  matter  who  i  might  have  been        .    .    .         nothing    could    convince    me    to    give    up    this    strength.   ❜

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐘    ,      hatilead    . . .

                 BREATHE FIRE INTO DYING HEARTH     ,            watch the world tremble before the fall of a shooting star        ;           cast deaths light across dark heavens’ ,         call for the father with dying breath         (       but speak not of mortality ,        hold sword of venomous word between teeth like the archangel uriel holds the flaming sword of paradise .          what are you ,      if not divine    ?      )       smile appears on treacherous features ,        soothes the burn of humanity .        CASTS SHADOWS ACROSS THE BRIGHTNESS OF DAZZLING GEMS     .       ​power is fleeting ,       but theirs ,       theirs shall be forever carved into clay .       turned into the foundation of grandeur underneath burning sun .  

head tipped back .       world at his feet and not a care for it .      a cat ,     unbothered by humanity .     DRESS HIM IN GOLD AND GEMS AND CALL HIM FINISHED     !            ❝     but such a thing would imply that i care for    them ,        mon cheri .     ❞         smile turns feral ,       ancient god looks at humanity and sees nothing worthy of protection ,        crushed underneath heel like a cigarette .       ❝     is it my fault that they look at the sun and cast away their gaze while they could be looking at grandieur     ?         no ,        no the flaw is entirely in their weakness .       they will lose regardless ,        and i will not waste my energy on them .        for frankly ,       they are not even worth a second glance .     ❞ 

AND  AT  LAST  THE  SILVER  TONGUE  GOES  UP  AGAINST  THE  SHARPENED  TEETH        ───────        one  designed  to  hurt    ╱    the  other  to  create  something  new  from  the  ashes.        no  longer  icarus,    BUT  THE  SUN.        seemingly  unbothered  by  the  same  spite  she  has  accumulated  all  these  years  he  lives  with  all  the  trademarks  of  a  god.    what    a    sight    to    behold.        (  ...  )        all  that  power  and  no  drive  to  use  it  for  unselfish  means  ;    to  be  regarded  in  her  eyes  as  equal  parts  infuriating  and  admirable.

❛  you  waste  your  divinity,  mon  trésor  ❜        deep  sigh  cannot  release  the  fire  in  her  chest.        jealously,    for  how  so  much  power  can  be  regarded  with  so  little  care.    (  if  i  could  become  what  you  are  the  world  would  be  on  it’s  knees.    if  i  could  become  what  you  are  i  would  never  allow  someone  to  think  of  me  the  same  way  i  do  now.  )            CAST  OUT  OF  HEAVEN  AND  STILL  ONLY  SUCCESSFUL  AT  BEING  SECOND  BEST.        how  much  of  their  relationship  is  built  on  the  thoughts  that  at  any  time  it  could  all  be  brought  to  an  end.        ❛  what  if  i  betrayed  you  ...  ❜

her  ribs  crack  open  as  she  speaks,    SOMETHING    ARCHAIC    CRAWLING    OUT    TO    TAKE    HER    PLACE.        at  all  times  you  carry  around  the  corpse  of  the  person  you  used  to  be.        if  you  squint,  you  can  see  the  flies  circling.        beautiful,  pretentious  egoism.    dreams  stained  crimson  and  you  look  them  in  the  eyes  and  wonder  where  reality  ends.        ❛  cut  out  your  tongue  and  there’s  nowhere  to  go.    we  are  all  futile  here,    we  are  all  living  out  a  fantasy  where  we  earn  permanence.  ❜        do  you  want  your  name  or  your  actions  remembered  ?    - - -    WHICH    IS    MOST    IMPORTANT    TO    YOU  ?

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑    ,      aurorborne    . . .

“Oh piss off Bella, that’s super easy for you to say,” the teenage boy ground out, his teeth clenched as he held a towel to his face as they made their way down the corridor making their way towards the infirmary. His nose was bleeding profusely and when it didn’t stop the professor was quick to send Alastor off to the nurse. “You got me good that’s for damn sure woman, Merlin.”

While she had been the cause of his injury, she also was the person told to escort him to the hospital wing. Good sportsmanship and all that.  But Alastor supposed that was dueling club for you and he couldn’t really blame her for his injury. But he could and he would.

“I’m fine, I don’t know why they sent you with me really, I can walk myself you know,” he complained, although he was half smiling through the crimson stained rag.

❛  maybe  if  your  aim  was  better  you’d  get  to  be  the  one  laughing,  huh  ?  ❜    her  tone  is  supposed  to  be  light  hearted  but  there’s  an  undeniable   bite  behind  it.    as  much  as  she  may  have  wished  it  true,  it  was  not  an  easy  fight.    not  quite  enemies  and  not  quite  friends  either  perhaps  she  had  finally  met  her  match.    ❛  you  learn  fast.    might  even  stand  a  chance  against  me  if  they  allow  a  rematch.  ❜    the  smile  on  her  face  belongs  to  a  wolf,  all  rage  and  no  warmth.    escorting  him  had  not  been  her  idea,  but  if  the  professor  saw  fit  to  keep  their  second  best  duellist  intact,  well,   bellatrix  wasn’t  ever  one  to  argue  with  authority  even  if  it  was  a  bother.

a  meaner  comment  is  swallowed,    it  wouldn’t  be  fair,    he  was  being  a  good  sport  and  to  kick  an  opponent  when  down  would  hardly  be  a  good  reflection  on  her  name.    ❛  perhaps  they  thought  you’d  get  lost  ❜      (  as  though  one  or  both  didn’t  end  up  there  weekly  )        ❛  it’d  be  a  shame  to  lose  the  only  decent  hufflepuff  here,  and  terrible  for  you  guys’  reputation  too.   ❜

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘    ,      tohuuwabohuu    . . .

two girls,  that at first glance, almost have nothing in common,  sneak out of bed at night and meet outside past curfew , coincidence or not. both girls, teenagers coming of age at the start of a war, and at second glance,  they do have more than one thing in common.

“you know, it is  past your curfew right ? ,” molly says. she is one to talk, given that she, too,  is out for a nightly stroll or to meet that girl, with dark hair that  has the same length as her fiery red . one really couldn’t tell, or describe their friendship, if it was that, or whatever they have, people seem to love to talk about it.

molly’s  small smile gives her away,  “ arthur finally asked me out” she hums. a lot of people would consider arthur  to be strange too , and rude. he talks over people  all the time and it’s always about him, also  isn’t it weird how obsessed he is with the muggle stuff? but to molly arthur is a good guy, funny in his own way ,a little odd perhaps --- but the same amount of oddness that she herself seemed to have. because those people treated her as if she had an infectious disease.

she looks the dark haired girl in the eyes, it is easy with her and molly likes the color of her eyes so it is fine. “ do you wanna go down by the lake and watch the fireflies?”

𝒐𝒉  𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 , 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭  𝐬𝐨  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐚𝐧  𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  do  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞.        the  wizarding  world  was  built  on  the  prejudices  it  upholds,  after  all,  so  don’t  expect  solace  in  anything  that  isn’t  hard  to  locate.

❛  past  my  curfew  is  it  ?    know  what    -    i  trust  you  not  to  report  me  ❜    the usual sarcasm is dropped in favour of being genuine ,  molly always had made that easy for her.  as much as people talked it really wasn’t a friendship they could understand considering how little effort was made to understand either of the girls involved, but it was something that bellatrix treasured anyway.  their walks were a pleasant routine and always gave her some space to think.

arthur and molly may be a strange couple to her, but it’s hard to deny they fit together.  if it was anyone but molly she’d be jealous,  honestly,  it was clear enough to see her own match with rodolphus was nowhere near as successful but she shares in the joy.    ❛  oh  that’s  wonderful  news !    i’m  so  happy  for  you !    tell me all about it, what happened ?   should we be planning a wedding already ?  ❜    bella asks, leaning in to nudge molly’s arm.    ❛  i’m  kidding ,  sorry ,  but  please  tell  me  about  it  -  let  me  live  vicariously  through  you  ❜

she  looks  back  at  molly    (    meet her eyes,  glance away,  meet her eyes again    )    and  grins.    ❛  i’d  love  to,  i  need  a  break  from  studying  anyway.  hope  it  doesn’t  rain  again  ❜    even the memory of that happening makes her feel a little cold and her robes are pulled a little tighter as her arms cross.     ❛  so molly weasley ,  huh  ?    has a nice ring to it ...  ❜

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    send me a topic to write a meta about  !    :    𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺  𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈  𝙼𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙾  ,     𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚋𝚢    @tohuuwabohuu    ♡

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒  𝐏𝐔𝐑  :  ALWAYS  PURE .    though the motto of the family is taken to mean 'pure - blood', the idea of blood purity is a relatively new concept within the wizarding world. the black family, though they have always felt themselves to be superior, have only been associated with blood fanatacism in more recent years and their ideology had previously been about protecting their knowledge of magic and keeping what they knew within the family. toujours pur, when chosen by the family, was intended to mean both pure of heart and pure of mind : a way to reinforce their status in the view that they were inherently better than the more eclectic magical families. on a semi-related note, no member of the black family attended hogwarts until the 18th century, as up until that point they did not believe the school could teach them anything they did not already know or have within their libraries. historically the family was always associated both with this knowledge and their unwillingness to share it with others. the blood-purity twist was initially a joke made by alphard black at the expense of walburga and orion but as voldemort rose to power and they, along with many other families of the same status, fell to his side it ended up being misinterpreted as the meaning of the family motto. nobody carrying the name survived the second war to refute this claim about the families ideas.

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

— excerpt from war of the foxes: “birds hover the trampled field” by richard siken

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

[kingshanewest]

John Alden & Mary Sibley Salem Season 3 Promotional Shoot

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽  ﹕    𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒    ,      sevrrus    . . .

𝑺𝑲𝑼𝑳𝑳  𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹𝑾𝑨𝒀 ,      he nearly has it in him to  snarl   -   instead   baring his teeth.  though his hands remain shoved deep into the fabric of his pockets,  they’ve balled into fists.  to frighten the viper is to risk the feeling of it’s  bite   :   ❛    how long have you been   lurking   there ?   ❜

just    as    the    white    horses    crash    to    the    shore    the    serpent’s    bite    falls    to    indifference  .    apathy  with  a  hint  of  curiosity  ;    surely  a  concoction  fitting  for  the  master  of  potions  .    what  is  a  war  to  a  soldier  ?    a    python    to    something    more    venomous  .     ❛  why  do  you  ask    ...    been  spilling  secrets  that  aren’t  for  my  ears  ?  ❜

[promptfairy]

❥   𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

sentence starters of lyrics from songs by i don’t know how but they found me .  some lyrics have been slightly modified to be more usable .  change gendered language & add context to your needs .  happy roleplaying !! ♡

“   you’re  an  upstanding  model  of  a  modern  day  cain .   ” “   now  you’ve  done  a  little  wrong   &   you  need  to  be  forgiven .   ” “   this  is  the  sin  that  i  will  confess  to  release  myself  of  consequence .   ” “   everyone  can  tell .   ” “   the  deepest  of  convictions  are  the  darkest  positions .   ” “   you  swear  you  didn’t  do  it ?   ” “   volition  left  you  burdened  with  a  curse .   ” “   we’re  taking  over  the  world ,   one  kiss  at  a  time .   ” “   i’m  taking  your  girl   &   i’m  making  her  mine .   ” “   there’s  no  reason  why .   ” “   i’m  doing  everything  i  want  to  do .   ” “   i  do  it  all  the  time .   ” “   nothing  wrong  with  a  little  victimless  crime .   ” “   i’m  taking  your  innocence .   ” “   i’ll  be  corrupting  your  mind .   ” “   no  need  to  cry .   ” “   we’re  so  young ,   but  we’re  probably  gonna  die .   ” “   we’re  so  good  at  selling  lies .   ” “   we  look  so  good   &   we  never  even  try .   ” “   get  your  money  from  a  trust  fund .   ” “   i  don’t  wanna  do  it ,   but  i’ll  do  it .   ” “   drag  me  into  place .   ” “   i’ll  break  your  pretty  face .   ” “   oh ,   you  clever  little  thing .   ” “   shut  your  dirty  mouth .   ” “   if  i  could  burn  this  town ,   i  wouldn’t  hesitate .   ” “   bite  your  tongue   &   choke  yourself  to  sleep .   ” “   you  get  everything  you  want .   ” “   money  always  talks  to  the  idiot  savants .   ” “   i  wanna  take  you  home .   ” “   nobody  believes  you  now .   ” “   i  don’t  want  to  scare  you  off .   ” “   i  don’t  want  to  know  your  name .   ” “   you’ll  never  know  a  single  thing  about  me  until  it’s  far  too  late .   ” “   absinthe  makes  the  heart  grow  fonder .   ” “   i  don’t  care  what  mama  says .   ” “   you’ll  wind  me  up ,   or  you’ll  wind  up  dead .   ” “   i  don’t  believe  whatever  this  is .   ” “   if  i  were  you ,   then  i’d  stop  talking .   ” “   i  hear  voices ,   i  see  visions .   ” “   these  spirits  are  your  prison .   ” “   come  break  some  hearts ,   now .   ” “   feels  like  we’re  having  a  good  time .   ” “   it’s  a  wonderfully  good  time ,   when  i’m  with  you .   ” “   no  one’s  got  control  of  what  i  do .   ” “   the  money  couldn’t  buy  you  a  friend .   ” “   i  want  you  to  leave  me  alone .   ” “   they  say  the  devil  that  you  know  is  better  than  the  devil  that  you  don’t .   ” “   you’re  a  big  shot  here ,   but  nobody  else  knows .   ” “   when  the  sun  comes  up ,   you’ll  find  a  brand  new  god .   ”

[rpmemeswagon]

                                        * . ✧ CIRCE ✧ . *

                                               - STARTERS -

❝ He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. ❞ ❝ Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. ❞ ❝ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. ❞ ❝ I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season. ❞ ❝ You have always been the worst of my children. ❞ ❝ I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out. ❞ ❝ When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist. ❞ ❝ When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world. ❞ ❝ I will not be like a bird bred in a cage. ❞ ❝ This is what it means to be alive. ❞ ❝ But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. ❞ ❝ Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me. ❞ ❝ Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞ ❝ You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❞ ❝ You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you. ❞ ❝ The grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh. ❞ ❝ Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ Who knows what is in me? Will you find out? ❞ ❝ Bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ ❝ How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known? ❞ ❝ If you want it, I will do it. ❞ ❝ All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. ❞ ❝ Fear of failure was the worst thing for any spell. ❞ ❝ Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water. ❞ ❝ Most men do not know me for what I am. ❞ ❝ You are right, this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. ❞ ❝ He was no husband, scarcely even a friend. ❞ ❝ We bear it as best we can. ❞ ❝ Timidity creates nothing. ❞ ❝ It is youth’s gift not to feel its debts. ❞ ❝ What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know. ❞ ❝ They do not care if you are good. They barely care if you are wicked. ❞ ❝ Oh, sweetheart, it cannot be done. ❞ ❝ Lady, you and I are in accord. ❞ ❝ Why should I care what is in their hearts? ❞ ❝ You must keep your tricks close or you will lose everything. ❞ ❝ I never claimed to be good. ❞ ❝ My whole life, I had waited for tragedy to find me. ❞ ❝ You must understand people if you would rule them. ❞ ❝ Be sure not to dishonor me. ❞ ❝ Do not try to take my regret from me. ❞ ❝ Even those who had loved me a little did not care to stay. ❞ ❝ I can please you, I swear it. You will find none more loyal than me. ❞ ❝ I do think he loved me a little. ❞ ❝ Well? What do you have to say to me? ❞

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐈𝐒    𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋.    it  is  not  about  you.    it  is  about  WHERE  YOU  ARE.    there    are    bones    in    the    foundation.    this  house  is  a  GRAVEYARD.    THIS    HOUSE    IS    A    CORPSE    !    (  you    are    inside    the    corpse  )

#untomb    ˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗  𝐂𝐘𝐆𝐍𝐀  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.    by  carys !

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˖⠀⁺ ⠀☽    𝙼𝚈    𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁    𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳    𝙼𝙴    𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴    𝙰    𝚂𝙷𝙴  -  𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵 .    with    muddy    paws    and    sanguine    muzzle  .    and    her    bark    was    mean  ;  but    her    bite    was    meaner  .

independant ,  selective ,  and  mutually  exclusive  extremely  low  activity    bellatrix    black  -  lestrange    of  the  wizarding  world  ,    by  carys.

she  taught  me  to  go  for  the  throat    the    way    some    mothers    teach    their    daughters    to    tie    shoelaces    .  .  .    she    taught    me    to    go    for    the    𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳   .

headcanon  -  based  ,    heavily  canon  defiant  ,    and  centered  in  the  ideas  of  evil  in  comparison,  girlhood  as  a  trial,  and  greater  good.     𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  .

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