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What happened to Percival Graves?

#BETRAYUR     ✦     indep. canon divergent   REGULUS   ARCTURUS   BLACK    written   dangerously   by   elle  - 25+ [ anti-jkr ]

✦ ❝    I    know   I   will   be    dead    long   before   you   read   this   but   I   want   you   to   know   that   it   was   I   who   discovered   your   secret    .   .   .    ❞

What if -- /no/. Graves (en-Grindelwaldened ) ticks strong in my eye so there's -whispers- a treat he might periodically pop here and there.

" Don't let the past consume you. " - for leta??

Breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps, lungs could no longer remember how to fully expand, constricted by the vise-grip of anguish. Tears would have welled unseen behind her expressionless facade, an opaque veneer concealing the tempest of emotions raging within the innermost chambers of her soul. There, entombed in the silent archives of her mind, Leta Lestrange wrestled with the specter of a future bereft of the possibility of Corvus' laughter and love - an existence as bleak and colorless as the unforgiving void that had torn him away.

The voice addressing her registered only faintly, like a distant echo reverberating through the cavernous hollows of her grief-stricken psyche. Each question circling around topic of past made her breathing feel like a Herculean feat, each inhale a laborious act of will, drawing in air that felt devoid of life-giving essence.

In the labyrinthine recesses of her consciousness, Leta wandered, a forlorn specter haunting the ruins of sibling bond, now reduced to a silent mausoleum of nostalgia and regret. Her presence back on the ship - vibrant and achingly poignant, Irma's call saturated her thoughts, rendering her mien an inscrutable cipher - a fragile mask concealing the maelstrom of anguish that raged akin with that fated storm within the innermost chambers of her shattered heart.

' Don't let the past consume you.' Words tasted foreign on upon tongue as she repeated to herself in mere whisp.

The bride of sorrow stared vacantly ahead, detached listlessly, untethered from the present moment. The words spoken to her hung in the air, fading into a distant, muffled echo as if emanating from the far end of a long tunnel. Heart felt leaden in her chest as she managed a typical honey-liquoriced answer as if nothing bothered her, " Past is but all-consuming. "

But how could she explain the weight of her grief? How could she articulate the way it wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud? ... Thoughts of Corvus like any day prior consumed her consciousness - flashes of what could be joyful memories now forever tinged with the grey pallor of his absence. The well-meaning words of comfort, offered by a faceless stranger, dissipated into the ether, powerless to penetrate the all-consuming miasma of despair that enveloped her, a suffocating shroud woven from the unraveling threads of a life forever altered by the cruel machinations of fate.

And somewhere out of this room of glamour, full of feathered hats, coquettish applause, pearls, and sparkling champagnes the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room she couldn't see -- but concurrently felt the first stirrings of possibility. The past would always be a part of her, but perhaps it didn’t have to define her completely. That's what she always told herself, what her best --- her only friend told her. With each step forward, she could honor her little brother's memory while also reclaiming her own life. And for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope despite not purposely answering any further.

»  ━━  WILLOW  (2022)  QUOTES  :  EPISODE  ONE  :  THE  GALES.  PART  ONE.

quotes  taken  from  the  2022  series  “willow”.  please  alter  any  pronouns  if  required  when  sending.

“In a time of dread, a child was born destined to save our world.”

“___ was a man of pure heart and unfailing courage.” 

“An impossibly conceited thief, liar and rogue.” 

“What can I say? I was young.”

“We thought the war was over.”

“___ had a vision.”

“An ancient evil will rise again and destroy the future empress.”

“Her end would herald a new dark age.” 

“It was the only way I could protect her.”

“I almost had you.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“You know, there’s skill, then there’s talent. I just happen to have them both.”

“Along with a generous amount of arrogance.” 

“Who knows? In a few years you might beat me.”

“I would have beaten you if it wasn’t for that loose rock.”

“It’s not about mastering the moves, it’s about adapting to your terrain.”

“And i’m just better at that than you.” 

“ Yeah, superior in every way, your highness.”

“Tell me you don’t still think about that, going beyond the barrier, having these wild adventures like… we’ve always talked about.”

“I bring word from the queen.”

“Are we under siege?”

“You need to get dressed for dinner.”

“I take it my brother’s been called on too, to scrub behind his ears?”

“The prince, I believe, is hunting in the western woods.”

“Hunting? I wonder who he’s hunting today.”

“Was that too much?”

“You’re trembling…”

“You just have this effect on me, it’s just like nothing i’ve ever experienced before..”

“I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

“You’ve got a bit of a reputation.”

“If you heard the things they say about you, things i know aren’t true.”

“Some of them might be true…” 

“That was before! I’m not that guy anymore!”

“___ i love you…”

“Excellent scowling.” 

“Trudging across the western reach looking for you, just how i’d hoped to spend the afternoon.”

“I do what I can for my friends.”

“The king, with a great host, was seen riding into the Vale.”

“And what do we suppose she means by ‘presentable’?”

“Well, I suppose not covered in dirt and grass.”

“Ah, well, she’s so particular.” 

“You know you’re coming tonight, right?”

“You know how I feel about gowns and wearing them.”

“You’re gonna have to suck it up because I’m not gonna be able to survive this thing without you.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“We can talk about it later.”

“You saw nothing.”

“I saw everything.”

“That’s the kitchen maid, right? That makes those buttered muffins everybody always talks about?”

“I happen to be a great admirer of her muffins!”

“I’m concerned about what she’s going to put in those muffins when you inevitably break her heart!”

“I’m not going to break her heart.”

“Please. You’re going to lose interest and move onto the next. It’s like the one way you’re totally consistent.” 

“She has this ineffable human quality about her soul.”

“You don’t know her name?”

“I know her name!”

“Why do you look like you’ve been rolling around in grass?”

“Training. Tourneys and such.”

“What’s that on your neck?”

“Oh! I got bit by a fire moth, which was strange…”

“I don’t like you playing on those rocks. It’s dangerous.”

“Playing? We were actually training!”

“I’ve had them draw you a bath.”

“I’ve laid out a gown for you to wear.”

“You’re picking out my clothes now?”

“What am I, six years old?”

“When you neglect your responsibilities for your hobbies, you leave me no choice.”

“This is what you’ve always wanted, what you’ve worked for, harder than anyone i’ve known.”

“If they’re really your friend, they’ll be happy for you.”

“They’ll feel like I’m abandoning them when they need me the most. Because I am.”

“There were two, but one of them fell out of a tree.”

“I have to marry that one.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“I curtsied, like a real lady.”

“He sort of grunted and shuffled his feet, like a real… winner…”

“You were saying, skirmishes in the west, beyond the barrier?”

“Nothing to worry yourself about.”

“Except I’ve heard similar reports from the north. Settlements torched and abandoned. What if it’s something else?”

“Nonsense. Nothing gets through the Barrier, ever.”

“I do pretty much everything around here.”

“I cook, I clean, I heal the sick. I actually made the wine.”

“You know, they say you’re quite the swordsman too.”

“Pfft. Definitely not the best… Second best.”

“My dad, he was great…”

“You’re supposed to be watching the ovens, not gawking at the high borns!”

“Think that countess is pretty? The one with the lips and the face?”

“Oh, don’t be obvious!” 

messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick

bob morley as james potter

Been -- idk even how long but one thing remained and that is that I miss this place ... WELP, here comes dire need to re-make things around here; tags, Muse list etc.

“   i really hope you've had your fun.  ” // for Sirius !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 || @ssevruss ( & accepting )

The lively bustling of the street carried along with the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the colorful banners of the nearby shops fluttering in the gentle breeze.

The elder of the Black brothers had a way of gliding through the crowd, weaving between people with an ease that suggested he was both part of the city and apart from it. Dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his angular face, and every now and then, each step purposeful yet relaxed seeming both casual and deliberate. The jacket was adorned with subtle silver studs along the collar, catching the light as he moved. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt clung to his form, the fabric soft and slightly worn, hinting at countless adventures. His jeans were dark and fitted, frayed at the cuffs, revealing a pair of scuffed black boots that seemed to have stories of their own etched into the leather.

The laughter of the engaging collective around him soaked the aura of their carefree demeanor, a stark reminder of everything Severus despised the closer they got towards each other, until -- [ ... ]

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, the laughter of the other students faded into the background. Sirius’s eyes narrowed, and the playful facade slipped away, revealing a flicker of something more serious. Uncomfortable silence, and the reality of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

'' Snivellus, '' Sirius replied, his tone dripping with mockery at the mention of infamous nick. Shouldn't the Dungeon bat stay geared toward self-preservation? Apparently nah, be there Prong(sie) he'd be far from staying idle. ' I really hope you've had your fun. ' Sirius’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of mild surprise. Eyebrow quirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, '' Oh? I always have mine that's for sure ... should I be asking what brings you to this side of Hogsmeade? Looking for a potion to cure your perpetual sourness? ''

Sylvia Plath, "The Jailor." Ariel

Trephination. An arcane medical procedure performed by savages upon those possessed of evil spirits. By boring a hole in the skull, they believed it would allow the demons to escape. Let us be thankful we live in more enlightened times.

Stonehearst Asylum (2014) | dir. Brad Anderson

A self-portrait 🥀

Instagram: @lexi_jude

𝓦ᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪʙʟᴇ 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜜɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. ᅠ┈┈ ᅠꜥꜤ ᅠ،، 𝄞 ࿔

"They call you a madman, well so much the worse...

You know that you're crazy, you know that you're cursed."

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Aberforth Dumbledore RP blog. Penned by Misto. 21+. Selective. Anti-JKR.

“ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥. ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭.”

                   𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ● 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐏 𝐎𝐂           

𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 / 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 / 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 / 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸-𝙱𝙸𝙾

I suck at portraying female characters ... but Eileen Prince is something of a challenge I am willing enough to give a shot - and write her story. She murdered Tobias, escaped, and became a proud witch as she should.

goeticapothicaire​: ᅠOf course, James wasn't so naive to expect any kind of gratitude coming his way, no. He just - mayhaps used such defiant jest as an obscure reminder via hidden talent; how to make people feel miserable. By now, Severus must have felt extremely uncomfortable by the radius of their closeness, separated merely by a few inches. The glower dawning on his visage never ceased to reflect the possibility of lethal danger, threatening to awaken and cause further calamity. The fact that Potter did not hex him at the first sight was considered progress, even a blessing from Merlin himself!

It's one thing when you dislike someone and don't get along with them, but it's a whole different story when you wish for their death. 

James' protective primal instinct kicked in first, he did what he considered was the right thing to do. Although he disliked to admit it — he did not wish Snape to die.

But that day, something happened, the Dungeon Bat he was familiar with awakened his inner insurgency and got — bolder … Yeah, that was the word. With graduation knocking on their doors, all of them grew and matured. It was weird to say but another part of James felt thrilled about this change in attitude. Maybe, it was a good choice that he didn't tell anyone about his intention to abduct Slytherin on his way to the training, especially, Sirius. Imagine how drastic things would get if Padfoot heard Snape's upcoming words. Minimally - he would beat him into oblivion, if not kill him. Linking his sudden spark of nerve to the worst scenario possible ... an attempt to blackmail the Marauders.

  ᅠIt was hard to believe, but even someone like bloody-James-Potter had some moral principles, and picking on someone physically weak and too wounded felt tasteless. Perhaps, James really matured? Or it was much more entertaining for him to face enemies in good shape, with chances equally set. The pained grimace the potion fanatic pulled proved enough, that the flesh where Potter automatically poked wasn’t restored. He decided to wait until his recovery. It obviously suited everyone's interests for Snape to heal, leaving no further evidence for Remus to get expelled; his silence was crucial. Hell, he was even willing enough to supply him with illegal healing drugs just to speed up the process at this point. For the people he cared about, James was capable to commit the impossible. ᅠ 'I am utterly terrified'. A slap of mock right into his face. By the way the sarcastic comment slithered its way out of Snape's mouth, he could almost feel the protruding venom against his skin, that much he hated his tormentor. Pretty familiar with pulse-pounding in his temple, lips thinned and curved lopsidedly. Mocha brows furrowing underneath the curly, raven bangs. There was a particular spell hanging on his tongue ... A tensed minute of silence. ᅠ Regardless of that, Gryffindor sadist had no intentions to cause further damage to the area which was supposed to be in the process of healing, but if it wasn't for Snivellus' comment ... provoking further what he maintained to keep from surfacing, he would rightfully pour more salt on the open wound. ᅠNot like he was wrong with his assumptions. ᅠ “ Oh, wow. You're even thinking about me, paying you more attention than I already do? Dream on, ~ ” his cranium shook in amused disbelief, biting right back with a wicked comment, before flashing to notable seriousness. Internally, laughing at Snape's vain attempts to maintain distance between them, like a scaredy cat from a fire-breathing Boggart. ᅠ“ Believe what you want. This intelligently-malicious-idea, as you call it, is something that would unlikely cross YOUR mind, considering the spineless groupies you like to associate yourself with. You may view me as a cold troll but in fact, my heart is quite big and generous enough to give you a lengthy start-up to get your sh*t back together. ” ᅠ Snape’s stubbornness in the form of sudden insurgency earned him a quick, tempestuous, eye roll. Like if James wasn’t close enough to flare up. ᅠ “ I don't care how hard you hit that slimy head of yours back then! But if you're feeling suicidal enough to go for the thrill that is solely your thing, my task here was to give you a final warning. Understand? Oh, no no, you're very wrong about that, as long as you engage in something that involves me, and my friends -- obviously, it becomes my business. ” The sudden clutch upon his wrist caught Potter off guard despite sharpened senses and drew a silent hiss from the Headboy. It wasn't enough to move someone with an athletic build like he himself was, BUT a desired result happened -- the chest jab ceased, nevertheless. A power-play of muscles stuck mid-air, with no withdrawal or further progress. Who could have guessed there was strength hiding in those skinny arms. ᅠ“ Now, that's the spirit! But you better save it for the next time, ” he acknowledged, wired in unrestrained mirth of a chuckle. Purposely leaving demand about Marauders to stay away unanswered. It caused yet another stir of discomfort, but the wrist was yanked from the snake's grasp soon afterward with a swat of his other hand. ᅠHe openly carried on dialogue without haste or a solid fraction of guilt, “ Keep them out of your mouth kindly, would you? It's me you're dealing with. First, you're in no position to argue, try to smart-mouth me again when you stop wincing like a Princess from a poke.~ And then, only then ... we'll have some serious talking. You have two weeks, Snape. /Two weeks/. ” -- To recover. ᅠWith yet, another warning the Marauder turned on his heel in order to hurry back to the Quidditch training. He was already late, thanks to certain someone. Potter left much damage on his soul and body, but the words he uttered that day reached a whole new level of torment and could likely haunt the Half-Blood Prince for time being. The resonance of a few words lingered in-depth with those gravel velvets of levity. ᅠ“ And remember, ” once more, he glanced at Snape over his shoulder, “ your life belongs to me now. ”

"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

“  i heard the truth last night.  ” (james)

A strict sigh slipped past thinned lip-line. She did it again.

“ You listened didn't you, ” instead of questioning, it sounded like stating fact, “ then you should know the reason behind my concern. You skipped a lesson, again! ” For a fatherly figure, who had tendencies to argue theatrically, James was unmistakably the one who seemed his like if he was close to screech any minute but at the same time not and would turn it into a laugh instead. “ And why must I be the one who has to figure it out from one of your teachers?? ”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ㅤ|| & accepting )

MEANWHILE James:

James: *exists*

Severus:

Thinking about Sirius' anger issues.

                       “Off to save the world, are we?”

Aberforth Dumbledore RP blog. Selective. Mun 21+. Anti JKR. Not spoiler free.

                                            Rules. Bio. Verses.

                            ❝       — 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓                                                          call me 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 !       ❞ 

                                                  private && selective                                            𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 of 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

                                                                  CARRD. 

                                                          ( this blog is anti-jkr. )

who do you think Sirius had healthy relationships in his family?

The healthiest relationship Sirius had with ( from his entire family ) was: cousin Andromeda and uncle Alphard. Surprisingly, or not so those from the Black family who ended up marrying a Muggle-born seemed like the only normal people. Their only crime against the family was the capability of love, fondness, and compassion for anything different than themselves. It was obviously already too much, so we know that things like marrying anyone whose blood is impure and being sorted in Gryffindor are a total catastrophe.

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𝐈. ) ᅠANDROMEDA While being cousins and close by age, the two would often exchange the looks of silent agonies towards each other amidst traditional family festivities where their parents obviously glorified their supremacist soire. The two would quite often share secrets with each other about their tripping in the muggle world among a few laughs. If there was someone who wouldn't judge Andromeda's sympathies toward Tonks it would be Sirius.

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𝐈𝐈. ) ᅠALPHARD The only adult Sirius could lean on for support. It couldn't be his father for obvious reasons. Young Sirius couldn't spend as much time as he wanted with him because his parents feared Alphard was already enough of a bad example, and his infectious habits would only worsen Sirius' image in society. In fact he was the first and most responsible inspiration. We know how Alphard ended, posthumously disowned all thanks to Walburga's effort, leaving Sirius under the impression that it happened thanks to the charity gesture towards him. I believe it wasn't just a decent amount but well - a lot. A crucial moment that provided him the right aid to not be dependent on Potters and ruin his family's expectations, for his defeated return from utter despair to the place where he wouldn't be accepted regardless, and that would humiliate him even further.

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𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ) ᅠREGULUS Regulus? Regulus ... the question mark remains there for a reason. While Sirius and Regulus shared the same noble lineage as members of the ancient and most pure-blooded House of Black, the two brothers could not have been more different in their temperaments and ideals. There were a few bright moments, but their relationship could not be considered healthy, no, but it was ... less tensed than with his parents, at least. Sirius was semi-aware of Regulus' good consciousness, but he couldn't forgive him for its deliberate suffocation.

Regulus, on the other hand, was Sirius' polar opposite in nearly every regard. The younger brother was a dutiful son, obedient and eager to please his family's elitist pure-blood mania. Where Sirius was a trouble-making non-conformist, Regulus was a stickler for rules and tradition. In appearance, manner and conviction, the two siblings were as different as night and day - one a shining star who refused to be constrained, the other a shadow who sought belonging within the confines of his family's rigid ideology. The chasm between them was wide and unbridgeable, a testament to the vastly divergent paths an upbringing can set for two brothers.

Detail of the Snakes from Caravaggio’s Head of Medusa ca. 1596

Wᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪʙʟᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ.

OK, it happened. I saw it. And ... ( to be more specific it happened 3 days ago I just forgot to rant about it ) -- not gonna spoiler or anything, I just want to express my astonishment with Mads.

( As a Hannibal writer ) I was expecting nothing less than a very good job, and as much as I love Johnny and still wish justice for him, I can positively say that picking Mads as a replacement was a good choice.

If I'm lucky enough to see Dumbledore's secrets today I fear that I might revamp old Muses if it's as good as it looks like. 😩✨

And snap, with all the sneaky GIFs running around ... it does.

#SHENERVE: ❛ The thing about growing up with FRED and GEORGE is that you sort of start thinking ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE if you’ve got enough nerve !   [ … ]   Independent. Selective. ANTI-JKR GINNY WEASLEY from the the ʜᴀƦƦʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇƦ ꜱᴇƦꞮᴇꜱ | penned by ROSE.