my baby, my baby, you're my baby say it to me
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"its just a girl harmonizing with a fan." no. its narcissa holding her newborn baby thinking about how she failed regulus and swearing not to fail this little boy, knowing deep down an attempt to save him from his fate was futile.
pandora rosier was known for her oddities. how she'd stare at someone with wide eyes, and smile creepily. her odd fashion and makeup, and how she almost never worse shoes. (1/2)
hihi looking for moots!!
my interests:
- marauders era/hp
- shadow and bone (ive only read the first book + watched the first season sofar)
- percy jackson
- pretty little liars
- gilmore girls
- hamilton
- scream
- halloween
- hunger games
like + rt appreciated!!
"I just want to eat my mcdonalds!"
do you think people in Palestine have that luxury? do you think they can just pretend its not happening and eat, drink, or wear whatever they want? no, they cant. its not hard at all to boycott, so do it. it costs nothing and it saves lives.
the word "please" haunted sirius. it reminded her of begging her parents to leave her alone. it reminded her of trying to get minnie to let her stay at the potters for the summer. but most of all, it reminded her of regulus begging her to not leave.
bellatrix groaned. god, she tasted sweeter than anyone shed allowed herself to hunt before. she pulled back again, lips tinted with Rita's blood. she sat up and pulled her hair away from her neck. "try it." Rita pushed herself up and moved closer to Bellatrix, her lips meeting
there was a mirror. of fucking course there was a mirror in her one safe place. suddenly, it was shattered, glass shard surrounding her bare feet. her fists were bloody and stung, but somehow, it didn't hurt. not really. her lips curved upward. the perfect, reflecting glass was
her pale neck. her tongue darted out to taste her skin, and god- she tasted heavenly. Rita sunk her fangs into Bellatrix's neck, her mind in bliss. she would never get enough of the sweet taste of bellatrix, just as Bellatrix would never get enough of the sweet taste of Rita.
shining despite the lack of light in the empty hallway. she moved her mouth to the girls neck, resting her mouth there for a moment. "what's your name?" she asked as her free hand traced down the girls neck. "Rita," she said, strangely tranquil.
bellatrix pulled back. her eyes traced along the features of Rita's face. she was beautiful, and it would be a shame to kill such a pretty girl... maybe she'd just... take a bite! her mouth moved back to Rita's neck, her fangs slowly sinking in. Ritas breath hitched.
"truth or dare" lily asked.
"dare" mary replied, a dare of her own sparkling in her eyes
"I dare you... to never forget me. us."
mary met lily's eyes.
"that's easy"
or maybe... it isn't, considering mary made herself forget her, forget them.
narcissa stared at the mirror. at the shiny, smooth glass. it was too perfect. too fucking perfect. where were the cracks, the imperfections? why couldn't anything in this god forsaken house have one singular crack? without thinking, she smashed her hand into the mirror.
she ran to the bathroom and stared in the mirror and clawed at her face, at her arms, at every inch of exposed skin. she didn't care if she left scars. she deserved it. she fell in love, she fucking deserved it. Bellatrix never allowed herself to so much as look at Rita again.
or, hear me out, instead of talking about our interests for literally ONE WEEK, we talk about the literal genocide going on (which we should be doing anyway, by the way.)
trans boy marlene mckinnon who was scared to come out because he didn't want to take away his mothers only daughter. he didn't want to dissapoint her again
their hunger continued, fang-to-skin a common happening as they got closer. and closer. and closer. slowly, Bellatrix began to fall for Rita. and the second she realized that, she screamed. but it wasn't one of her normal screams, no, it shattered the glass surrounding her.
hi! a few things about this smau before I get started:
- there WILL NOT be privs. I am lazy and I didn't want to make them. but they have a ton of gcs.
- credits for all usernames (except dorcas, regulus and barty's) to z (@/imaginaryzs)
- updates will be random!!
bellatrix black, the one nobody would approach because of her reputation of a cold blooded k!ller
rita skeeter, the one who did without fear because she understood the loneliness of having nobody by her side
narcissa and alice used to have matching necklaces from first year when they first befriended each other. they both swore to never take them off. years later, on her wedding day, narcissa took hers off. alice died with hers on.
"m-a-m-a-b-o-y, mamas boy, mamas boy" but its js regulus still loving his father even after everything he did, holding out the tiniest sliver of hope that maybe he loved him back
oomf i can remember off the top of my head
reggie
gabs
em
solar
mare
sanna
melli
august
noa
blub
shay
izz
mika
thena
kaja
mars
nova
lecter
danny
scar
rigel
b(arty??)
oomf i can remember off the top of my head
athena
syn
reg1
reg2
sanna
kaja
nova
shay
em
athena
mars
solar
azriel
rigel
jhules
star
rory1
rory2
athena
star
tina
mare
george
noa
hazel
muse
neo
lecter
melli and august
river
jj
scar
asda
sony
and all my other lovely lovely babies
evan rosier was known for his sister. his odd, odd sister. and he loved her, he really really did, but sometimes, he just wished she'd be normal, like everybody else, so he wouldn't be stared at when he walked through the halls with his sister. (2/2)
she slid out of the shadows, her movements quiet and quick. she silently followed the girl, waiting until the right moment, waiting, and waiting, and... now. she jumped out, her cold hands wrapping around the girls neck, and pinning her to the floor. her fangs were bared and
read that again. the 9th and 10th stages. the genocide of Palestinians is being denied. all those deaths, those innocent children brutally murdered, their genocide is being denied.
her friends;
the Valkyries and marauders quickly adopted her into their friend groups. the girls taught her things like makeup, hair, skincare, and fashion. the boys taught her how to properly prank and get away with it.
"sirius was regulus' mother figure!!" wrong. narcissa was. and when he died, when she couldnt save him from his fate, she blamed herself. then later, she couldnt save her son from his fate either. she watched as the boys she called her son fell victim to the hate of their family.
barty studied until her eyes burned, until her fingers had formed callouses, until her back ached to the point of tears. anything below an O was a failure. there was no time to go to hogsmeade. there was no time to nap. her father didnt take breaks, why should she?
her arms were shaking. they were too perfect. too smooth and shiny. she tore open her drawers. where was her dagger, where was it? the cool hilt touched her fingers. there it was. she put the blame to her arm and watched as it tore the skin apart. her skin wasn't perfect anymore.
the sweet taste of her lips.
the luring sound of her voice.
the gentle caress of her skin.
bellatrix didnt love. she didnt deserve to be loved. so why did she sit here, a photograph of rita in her shaking hands, wishing she could be? wishing she hadnt become the monster?
why are we still posting about the met? there are infants dying in palestine because of israel and we are still posting about our interests during a strike? were too worried about expensive shoes and dresses to worry about the lives of families in palestine?
bellatrix had been sloppy last time. she finally allowed herself to prey, to feed herself and satiate her seemingly never-ending hunger, and now this stupid girl was trying to write about it! she screamed. narcissa woke up with a jerk, then realized who it was. "shut up,"
okay um not new to mtwt js intro thing ig
HI I'm syn I'm great and cool and fantastic
i make cool threads sometimes
im lesbain
i am a mother of like 7
i am angst princess
u will love me and adore me
js follow me... pls...
@shootingshearts
okay but they could have easily just requested it? and in the ss no user or pfp was shown. they didnt have to be rude towards the artist, and the artist didnt open up hate because then person who made the post was not shown
she argued and argued with lucius. no, her son wouldn't be a deatheater, please don't make him, let him choose! he didn't listen. narcissa watched as her son was forced into the black family curse head first. it was too much.
hello, i have decided to deactivate. i had a great time with u all, some of my best memories were made here. a special shoutout to regulus, for being the best gf i could ask for and to em for being the best mom ever <3 i desperately hope u all understand. slash j btw.
when Andromeda left, it all changed. Bellatrix grew distant, and narcissa was forced into the intricate world of pure bloods. even the smallest mistakes resulted in excruciating punishments, and narcissa was lonelier than ever.
rita was sweet, sweet poison, and the only poison Bellatrix allowed herself to take was the poison spoon-fed to her by her father. the poison forced down her throat by rodolphus.
rita never allowed herself a hunt again. nobody could compare to the taste of Bellatrix, why try? she was bitter that Bellatrix left, bitter that she had nobody else, and was therefore bitter at the world.
narcissa didn't allow herself to scream, didn't allow herself to cry, didn't allow herself to shatter her perfection. dorcas was full of screams, full of sobs, full of thrashing and angry fighting against perfection. in a way, that was the cause of their break up. the pure envy.
at first, she could handle the sheer perfection. she could handle not allowing messy makeup or wrinkly clothing, she could handle not breaking posture for even a millisecond, she could handle never getting in trouble, she could handle being the golden child.
when narcissa was younger, things weren't as bad. she had andromeda and bellatrix who protected her from being forced into the angry world of the black family. the world wasn't expected of her.
ron stared at his mother. their matching hair and faces. the undeniable proof he was her son. but... why did she treat harry more like a son than him, then? why did he get all the attention? why was Ron suddenly an after thought?
mary who didnt try and fix her and lily's slowly worsening relationship. mary who didnt believe she was worthy of lily. mary who watched as lily fell in love with james. mary who obliviated herself, but yet somehow, everything still reminded her of lily.
oh yeah btw yall who are "anti-p*rn" and then proceed to post p*rn bc its "wolfstar" are not any different or any better from someone who watches p*rn without it being about tiny petite omega sirius and big muscly alpha remus
narcissa remembered the day she was told she couldnt have children. the anger. the confusion. the feeling of everything she wanted being ripped away from her.
she remembered the day she was told she was pregnant even better. the silent oath to herself that she wouldnt let her -