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HEY EVERYONE
Go vote HERE and tell me whether or not I should make a Grindelwald <3
heeeey, babes, one of my very favorite people on this website is thinking about joining our little community, and it would mean a lot to me for you to vote??
"Stop giving me that look. We only talked."
{ a meme?? >< ?? probably still accepting !! } @xserpentis
“ And now you are filthy, by association. I suggest a bath, to wash the stench off. ”
c i s s a :
It makes her anxious, to tell Bella about the news; of course, it’s not Narcissa’s fault Bellatrix wasn’t able to have children, neither is it that fate would have her pregnant first. Feelings tend to be rather illogical things though, reason why Cissa isn’t all too fond of them — but cannot help feeling, and well aware there’s nothing to be done, apprehension exists nonetheless.
( she has seen what’s done to Bella, to try all she could even if harmed in the process, no result achieved regardless; how can she avoid tip of guilt, having succeed effortlessly in what her sister nearly killed herself to do and still failed? )
And yet she isn’t even sure Bella still cares that much, all too focused on new goal, much too devoted to the Dark Lord’s cause — thriving in something she could excel in, something Narcissa would’ve failed at ( dirtying own hands never a pleasant thing to the younger ). “ ——— As you know, I came because I had something to tell you; ” Eyes attentive to sister’s reaction, though Narcissa still manages to look more relaxed than she feels. “ Lucius and I are going to have a baby. ”
Lucius and I are going to have a baby.
If it were possible for words, innocuous words, innocent words, to have a razor’s edge, if it were possible for words to cut through flesh like a blade, if it were possible for words to have fingers to rend flesh apart, to grip around a heart, and wrench it from it’s place beneath skin and bone, then her sisters words held that power.
At them, she was choking, smothering, drowning in her own blood, too familiar by far with the sticky, tacky feel of it drying on her skin, as child after child, after child died before she could bring them into the world. Her failures thrown away, or if they grew large enough in her death pit of a belly, lined in a neat row of boxes, with the noble dead of her husband’s family.
Of course. Of course. Of course.
Andy could manage it, with her filthy dog of a husband. And now, Narcissa as well. It wasn’t blood, it wasn’t family, it wasn’t a BLACK problem. It was her. It was her. It was H E R. She was at fault. She was the failure. She couldn’t bring a breathing child into the world, and nothing, nothing, nothing she had ever done had worked. And nothing she had ever done would. There was something wrong with HER. And nothing could fix it. She was death. She was death. All she would ever bring into the world was death.
And even as those words were swimming, circling in her head, her tea cup was raised, an innocuous smile, an innocent smile, a razor sharp smile on her lips, voice demure, and soft, at odds with the maelstrom beneath her skin.
“ You must convey my congratulations to dear Lucius for me. I’m so utterly pleased for you. And I pray it’s a boy. A strong, healthy son for the cause, no? ”
so uhm. when starting out with caesar i never thought to reach this number and let alone to stay here for 2 ½ years. it’s pretty huge and you all know i’m pretty much just searching for an excuse to do another resource package. so here you go with the resource download. this time it includes TEXTURES, PSDS + ASK HEADERS. the last ones are pngs, mostly ranking at around 100px width and can be used for icon signatures, asks or what else you can come up with! furthermore within the package are all former ones (from 1.5 - 3.5) included.
next up we got a giveaway. celebrating 4k means it will include 4 winners. 2 people can pick a theme and 2 people can decide between a self promo, icons or an aesthetic graphic. the giveaway will end on the 15th december!
themes: x x x x
send me a url of someone you’d like to see me roleplay with
ALTERNATELY: send a character you’d like to see my muse interact with
*whispers* its so early...and I'm so mobile...but you should all poke me here or on telegram or...k!!k bc I'll be mobile all day rather than at work. Harleenisms .
T H I N G call !!
in exchange for 1 (one) heart click you will receive 1 (one) of the following:
a starter of decent substance and likely angst
between 2-4 short, oneliners of varying degrees of nonsense
between 2-4 memes in your ask box- a mix of starters and character driven stuff if i can find it/your meme tag
“I think you are mistaking business with pleasure.”
{ some meme *shrug* >< probably accepting maybe ?? } @purementetrange
“ Aaaaah, my love, but what of when the two are one in the same? For instance, this mudblood MUST tell us what their purpose in being here was, and W H A T the Order is doing, but we may A L S O enjoy our work, mayn’t we? No one said we HAD to use magic, only that magic was the quickest and most efficient way. But you and I know that there are many other paths we can walk to the same ends. And I, my love, take such pleasure in watching you work. ” With a casual ease, she selected a blade, flipping it in her hand to catch the blade between careful fingertips, offering the handle to her husband. “ Shall we? ”
Send me a 💋 for my muse to react to yours tenderly kissing their pregnant belly.
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◤(un)popular opinion; i’m not really a fan of muses who pull the ‘i’m not afraid of you, lol’ card with dangerous or powerful muses when they are being threatening ( or even if they appear humble or cute but are full of power ). if it wasn’t for being called god modding, i’m 700% sure these more powerful muses would have, could have, should have killed another muse if they persistently irritate them. especially if the offending character is a run of the mill human. unless your muse has dealt with similar monsters/menacing personalities/dangerous situations - try not to antagonize deadly muses to the point of obvious rage knowing the writer can’t really write them killing your muse even though that is completely in their nature to do so.
nobody is a villain in their own story
independent RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE penned by Meg & independent BELLATRIX LESTRANGE penned by Vesta & independent ANDROMEDA TONKS penned by Melody & independent NARCISSA MALFOY penned by Mel
You could ask him to kill for you & he would, though you never do because you like how he instinctively moves to protect you without you saying anything.
This man has done bad things; they’ve nested in his bones, they make him move like his love for you does. (via crowbound)
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"Lick up the mess you made. "
{ filth !! >< accepting !! } @purementetrange
She was still struggling to catch her breath, thighs sore where muscle was strained, heat clinging to her skin, along with the smell of sex. She had settled against his side, nuzzling against his chest when he spoke, the words hanging in the air like an order, and she lifted her head to smirk at him. “ You want me to lick up the mess...I made...? ”
That didn’t stop her from shifting to slip down, peppering kisses along his abdomen, letting her hair trail along his skin, making her way to the mess in question. “ I’m fairly certain we made that mess together...but since you asked so nicely... ”
Her voice trailed off, the sentence punctuated by her tongue dragging along his still half-hard length, a soft moan breathed against his skin at the taste of them, intermingled as they had been a moment before. “ Was that what you had in mind...? ”
and if love is real, maybe i’m just too bad to remember how good it feels
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Do it.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
You know that dumb speech Colossus gives Deadpool about how it's only a few moments in life of being a hero that makes a hero...?
I feel that so hard about Bella/being evil. Like yeah, she's a serious racist, and yeah, SHE HAS MANY MOMENTS OF AWFUL CRUELTY. But bruh, she loved her husband, her family, (most of) her sisters. She had holidays and birthdays with friends and family that were about love and sharing love, and look. Look. If you think bad guys are ONLY bad, that they're bad all the time, that it's a constant stream of hatred and torture...I don't know what to tell you except that you should look elsewhere for your Bellatrix Experience, cause my girl had happiness in her life, too. And not just from torturing kittens. (she...doesn't torture kittens.)(she's a conditioned, situationally motivated killer. A mean girl by nature, but not a -born- psychopath, at least not how I play her.)
