bellastrix

[bellastrix]

this world is so different to what she is used to. it feels different. smells different, too. she swears that even the colors are more lackluster, less vibrant. paler, somehow. or maybe it’s just her gaze that has dulled. she lets a cloud of smoke form in the air, pouring from her lips like prophecy. at least the cigarette in the corner of her mouth feels familiar. she tugs her leather jacket closer towards her body, crosses her feet in front of her. leans her back against the brick wall. knockturn alley is as dark in 2029 as it once was, so at least there is that. at least there is something she can recognize. she senses the other person approaching, senses their presence, their energy. it makes her see red. though, she supposes, most things do, these days. “ get out of my sight. “ she speaks the words slowly, doesn’t turn her head to see who it might be. it’s not the kind of night when she’ll play nice ---- no, not even a game of cat and mouse will do. instead, bellatrix wants nothing more than for everything to return to what it was before. “ last warning. “

[bellastrix]

diagon alley shops and institutions ask meme

so! i wanted to create a lil ask meme for this roleplay, and i thought of doing it based on characters, but since more people are applying, i thought i’d wait a lil bit before doing that! however, i still wanted to do an ask meme, and therefore, i decided to create one based off shops and institutions in diagon alley (more for different areas will be coming soon! so, yes! here we go! ( they’re divided by where they’re situated. ) 

DIAGON ALLEY

2ND HAND BROOMS: What’s the one thing you’re passionate about, and worked as hard as possible to make it happen/be good at it/etc.?

AMANUENSIS QUILLS: What’s your niche interest? And if you have more than one, what’s the one you’re most passionate about?

APOTHECARY: Is there something most people find disgusting that you personally don’t mind?

BROOMSTIX: What’s your favourite expression/term/phrase to use?

EEYLOPS OWL EMPORIUM: What’s your favourite method of communication? 

FLOREAN FORTESCUE’S ICE CREAM PARLOUR: What’s your favourite snack?

FLOURISH AND BLOTTS: What book you read has had the greatest impact on you?

GAMBOL AND JAPES WIZARDING JOKE SHOP: What is one thing you think you’ve learned, or could learn, from your elders?

GRINGOTTS WIZARDING BANK: What’s your relationship with money like? Do you believe it’s of the upmost importance, something you simply need to live, or something else altogether?

HEALER SHOP: If you weren’t doing what you’re doing now, what other career do you think you’d be good at?

JUNK SHOP: Is there a trinket, or trinkets, that holds no value whatsoever, but that you can’t seem to let go of?

THE LEAKY CAULDRON: Do you prefer having a few close friends, or a lot of friends, that are not necessarily as close?

MADAM MALKIN’S ROBES FOR ALL OCCASIONS: How would you describe your fashion style? Is it something that matters to you, simply something you have to deal with, or something else altogether?

MADAME PRIMPERNELLE’S BEAUTIFYING POTIONS: What part of your own appearance do you like most?

MAGICAL MENAGERIE: What’s your favourite animal/creature?

OBSCURUS BOOKS: If you were forced to write a book of nonfiction, what would you write it about?

OLLIVANDERS: If the wix chose their wand, instead of the other way around, what wand would you choose?

POTAGE’S CAULDRON SHOP: What’s the most useful thing you’ve ever bought for yourself?

QUALITY QUIDDITCH SUPPLIES: What’s your stance when it comes to Quidditch? Do you play it, or have you played it in the past? Are you an invested spectator/fan, or do you only go to games for the ambience? Or do you just avoid the sport altogether? Etc.

ROSA LEE TEABAG: What’s your favourite thing to drink in the morning?

SCRIBBULUS WRITING INSTRUMENTS: What kind of grades did you get in school? (You can be as vague or specific as you wish.)

SECOND-HAND BOOKSHOP: If you could only read one single book for the rest of your life, no series, which would you choose?

SECOND-HAND ROBES: In your opinion, what’s the most important thing your family has given you or impressed upon you?

SLUG & JIGGERS APOTHECARY: If you had to own a shop, what kind of shop would you like to own, and do you think you’d be good at running it?

SUGARPLUM’S SWEETS SHOP: Do you prefer sweet or savoury things?

TERRORTOURS: What place would you like to travel to the most? Doesn’t have to be out of the country; just somewhere you haven’t been to before!

THE DAILY PROPHET’S MAIN OFFICE: What’s the one section of the newspapers you always read first? And if you don’t read the newspapers, what’s your main field of interest?

THE MINISTRY PRESS: Do you trust the government? If so, why? If not, why?

TWILFITT AND TATTING’S: What’s the one thing you may indulge in a bit too much? (Examples: clothing, jewelry, books, etc.)

WEASLEYS’ WIZARD WHEEZES: What’s your relationship with your family like?

WHIZZ HARD BOOKS: What’s your weapon of choice, other than your wand? Or what would it be, if a situation ever required it?

WISEACRE’S WIZARDING EQUIPMENT: What’s your favourite colour?

[bellastrix]

@cmeliabones​

maybe she misses the ministry. her work, her passion. she hasn’t had much time to think about it, not yet, but when she sees AMELIA BONES, something stirs within her. “ bones, “ she says, in acknowledgement. her words are surly, tainted by the anger that she carries under her skin like a loaded gun, these days. ready to go off. three, two, one. fire. but she restrains herself ( she hasn’t completely lost herself, not yet ), and settles on a dark stare instead. hatred is burning in her eyes, making her see red. her mask of indifference doesn’t slip. “you don’t look well, is the future not all that you would have hoped?” there’s a sting to her words, anger embedded within polite sentences. she has been at this charade for years, it’s like second nature to her ( and that’s the only reason why she’s still keeping it up ---- old habits are hard to break ).

[bellastrix]

lbagman‌.

Ludo let out a soft, amused sounding chuckle.“Most people would kill for the chance to have a quick game with a living legend.” He’d gotten a fair bit of attention since the incident or whatever the hell they were all calling it. Apparently, history remembered him as what he knew he was: the best beater of his age. Now that he was in the future, he was eager to prove that he was the best beater of any age. 

“ some people would kill for far less. “ she gives him a long look, her eyes dark like charcoal, and burning holes in his skull with the same blistering heat. her patience is wearing thin so quickly, these days ( she’s a ticking time bomb in the making ). “ who are you, again? “ she asks, her tone flat. uninterested. sure, she recognizes him, but does she care? but she has that familiar itch in her fingers now ( the one that foretells death ), and the killing curse is resting on the tip of her tongue. just two little words. that’s all it would take to shut him up. she grits her teeth together. she’s. trying. to. lay. low. but one dead lowlife can’t make a HUGE difference, can it now? she reaches for her wand.

[bellastrix]

nvrcissas‌.

nimble fingers lace together as crystal hues shift to the woman in the low lamp light. narcissa exists within a cloud of confusion ( and fear ) these days, but she knows she isn’t the only one who is feeling restless. she can sense her sister’s struggle, can feel the tension as she releases a short breath, arms now crossed over her chest. “he will find us.” a phrase she has undoubtedly repeated a number of times in the last week. though her words are masked with certainty, they fall from her lips with a sort of shakiness that is almost foreign to her. “we can’t rush anything … there’s too much at risk, bella.” and that she knows to be true. with their fates exposed to the world now, she realizes they can’t afford to lose. again, apparently.  “are you really sure he is out there ?”

“ we must look for him, “ she counters, her words falling from her tongue quickly, breathlessly. there is no other option ----- she cannot fail him, not now, not ever. even if he isn’t out there ( a thought so dark and terrible that she can barely conjure it in her mind without feeling sick to her stomach ), she must be certain. she squirms in her chair, her hands fiddling in her lap, her gaze filled with fire and fury and fear. “ cissy ----- what do you think the dark lord will do if he comes back, and we’re not there? i know you’re not as involved as you should be -----  yet, “ she says, her pace quickening, anger building in her tone. “ but there’s still time for penitence. “ there’s a slight pause, and her gaze softens. “ i can feel it. he’s weak, but he’s alive. “

[bellastrix]

the love, the dark, the light, the flame bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet

BELLATRIX HECATE LESTRANGE. THIRTY ONE. SENIOR OBLIVIATOR.

anger bubbling beneath your skin like a loaded gun, soft laughter slowly turning manic, glass is only brittle until it breaks ( then it’s sharp ), rosy cheeks, bullets caught between teeth, how you’d rather tighten your own chains before letting anyone see you weak, a cheshire cat’s smile, how only murder makes you feel alive, a quiet desperation, slowly losing your mind, double lives, a wolf in shackles ( a bird in a cage ), the way you feel things so strongly ( it’s deafening, overwhelming ), there are no bargains between lions and men ( i will kill you and eat you raw ), broken champagne glasses, bloodshed wrapped in extravagance, family heirlooms, divine violence, always overreacting, a constant paradox, a quiet conviction that you are right ( that this will all make sense in the end ), wreaking havoc, how you think that this is love ( but it isn’t, it never was ), no conscience ( no remorse ), taunting them with your very last breath and the feeling of having nothing left to lose ( you know you’d die for this ).

PINTEREST BOARDS: (x) (x)

PLAYLISTS: (x) (x) (x)

name: bellatrix hecate lestrange occupation: senior obliviator. former house: slytherin. date of birth: december 23. age: 31.

pregnancy tw, early birth tw, health problems tw, possible child abuse/neglect tw.

BIRTH AND EARLY YEARS.

She’s born on the night before Christmas’ Eve, and she’s a weak and feeble thing, born four weeks too early. Her mother is young, barely out of Hogwarts. But she has a good name, good blood, and isn’t that what’s most important in this wretched world? So Evangelina Rosier uses that to get herself out of this mess that she has found herself in. A deal is forged with her second cousin, Druella Black. And the unborn baby Rosier has been dealt with, before they’ve even taken their first breath. And with that, the next phase begins - the praying, the hoping. The Blacks want a baby boy. A strong heir, to take after its father.

But Evangelina Rosier goes into labor four weeks too early, on the night before Christmas Eve. It’s a long and excruciatingly painful birth, the kind that never seems to want to end. When it seems like Evangelina’s body is about to give out, a small baby girl is finally born. The child doesn’t scream, and there’s just something slightly off about her eyes too, isn’t there? It looks like a tragic thing, dangerously small. But Evangelina never sees. She doesn’t bear to look at her mistakes, and quickly leaves the child with the Blacks.

… … … … … … … … … … … … . . … … … … … … . .

Well, the child certainly wasn’t what the Blacks had signed up for, but they considered themselves people of honor, and thus, they’d make sure to honor the obligation that they had made. The Rosier baby was taken in and quickly given a somewhat ironic name ( Bellatrix means female warrior ). The night she arrives at the Black Manor, she never screams. She just stares at her new parents with those big black eyes that always seem to be appraising something.

Her first few months of life were uneventful, certainly. Mostly attended to by nursemaids and servants, Bellatrix never saw much of the people who had taken her in. Cygnus Black came into the nursery every now and then, because contrary to Evangelina Rosier, he was the kind of man that liked to look at his mistakes. They were reminders, after all.

But she would not remain that ghost for long. Her bones eventually hardened, her skin thickened, her eyes grew meaner. Once her first birthday came around, there were already rumors among the staff of the estate that the first born Black child surely had to be possessed by something.

And she’d grow more cruel, too. She was the kind of child that would claw, bite, scratch and kick her way through life. Now, when her father came to see her ( which was to be more and more often ), he no longer came to contemplate his mistakes. He wanted to see his daughter.

So perhaps Bellatrix learned something, in that way. Be cruel, be cruel, or else your heart will be ruined. No one can really fault a little girl for craving her parents’ love, can they?

She had a complicated relationship with her mother from the start. Druella Black may have cried and prayed and wept for a child for years, but she could still not bring herself to love the child that finally came. And what kind of mother can’t love her own child? From that point, Bellatrix became a constant reminder of her own failures as a mother, as a person, as a member of the pure blood elite. So what was Druella’s solution? Well, the same as her cousin’s, of course. Best to not look at all.

So perhaps it was no coincidence that Bellatrix became her father’s little shadow, wrapping him around her little finger. Eager to prove herself, she learned everything that a son of Cygnus would have learnt. She was determined to show her father that being a girl would not stop her from becoming worthy of the Black throne, to carry his name with pride. Over the years of her childhood and adolescence, Bellatrix forged herself into the golden girl, a respectable heir in the making. Desperate to wear the crown.

Under her father’s influence, uncontrollable rage was switched in for an eerie quietness, anger instead boiling right below the surface, just waiting to be unleashed. She was so eager to please, to sculpt herself into whatever he wanted, so she suppressed her emotions the best she could, even though it never felt natural. And so, the nurses whispered again, but this time, it was about her sweet, sweet smile, matched with those mean, mean eyes. ‘Doesn’t it look distorted? Like that damn Cheshire cat. Something’s not right about that girl, I’m telling you. She came out wrong’.

Behind closed doors, Cygnus also encouraged Bella’s darker side. Introduced her to the dark arts and the chaos that she would later come to love so desperately. Perhaps she loved the dark all the more because she tied it so closely to her father’s love.

violence tw, murder tw

HOGWARTS YEARS.

So she comes to Hogwarts, maybe a little naive. She doesn’t foresee nor expect when the first classmate bluntly calls her a half blood to her face. But they also don’t foresee her fist, which lands just as bluntly in their face. 

Maybe she tries a little too hard to fit in among the other Slytherins. She wants to be adored, feared and loved, all at once. She never quite achieves that ----- sure, some of her classmates learn to love her, to look up to her. Most of all, they learn that she’s a volatile thing, a little dangerous. Quick to anger, a little unstable.

But she’s popular too. The pockets of the Blacks are deep, and her parents are not afraid to buy love and admiration for their eldest daughter. After a while, Bellatrix no longer notices that her friends are always a little nervous around her.

And she’s a quick learner ---- she’s nothing if not desperate for perfection. So she becomes someone that she thinks people will relate to, maybe even like. She’s the girl that will drink you under the table, that will use her family’s money to throw the best parties, will always laugh at your dirty jokes ( no matter how vile, she’ll tell an even worse one next ), plays quidditch like it’s what she was born to do.

And just like that, she thinks that people may just have forgotten how everything came about, how they first came to be the friends of Bellatrix Black. 

It never feels quite natural to her ----- almost as if she’s a wolf in shackles, a bird in a cage. Wild and feral but also small and breakable. Those years feel like an endless charade, to her. The only time she feels free is when her temper boils over ( another punch thrown, a whispered hex, nails burying themselves into soft flesh, a forbidden curse at the tip of your tongue ).

She played for the Slytherin Quidditch team, as a beater, and was eventually made captain ( nothing less for a child of Cygnus, she must excel ). During her time on the team, she was notorious for her cruel playing style, her foul tricks, the constant smirk on her lips as other players fell to the ground.

During her sixth year at the school, she gets recruited into the Death Eaters and somehow, it all seems to fall into place. With them, she can be herself. They don’t mind her anger and her chaos and her growing taste of destruction ( and later, death ). They come to expect it, to adore it, to fear it. She loves them for it.

She meets Tom too -------- and it’s a shit storm, gorgeous chaos. I will clarify that they were never romantically involved, but she did love him, in her own way. She still does. Tom showed her the world ------ showed her her true potential, what she could be, bared her strength and weaknesses. He taught her things even her father had been afraid to show her, and once again ----- Bellatrix comes to relate darkness to safety, to love, to affection. He’s so very vile, but she feels SAFE with the Death Eaters. Like herself. She’s so very vile, too. (x)

So she graduates from Hogwarts with top grades and offers from most bureaus at the Ministry to join their ranks. But Bellatrix declines all of them.

violence tw, murder tw, torture tw

AFTER HOGWARTS.

So instead, she pours and pours and pours all of what she is ( and has ) into the Death Eaters. All of her energy is spent on learning and yearning and studying the Dark Arts under Tom’s influence. He teaches her occlumency, teaches her how to protect herself. She feels safe, at peace, adored. All she has ever wanted, she finds within the dark, within evil.

He also teaches her legilimency, how to attack, how to fuck with someone’s mind, how to steal secrets.

Quickly became Voldemort’s personal attack dog, always willing to do his bidding, no questions asked.

Eventually, a year has gone by. Soon, two. She has closed herself off from everything -------- though the official reason is that she has taken a year off from her studies to find herself, to discover what she wants to do with her life. 

It soon becomes time for her to return, go back to normal. So she joins the oblivators.  Though the choice had ultimately been hers to make, the dark lord was always whispering in her ear, encouraging her to infiltrate the ministry. The goal was to have sleeper agents of death eaters in every department once it was time to go to war. It also helped that becoming an oblivator just made sense — fucking with the minds of muggles could already be counted as a hobby (albeit a twisted one), and she had always been good at taking things that didn’t belong to her… Memories would be no different.

Became a senior obliviator at twenty five, which was early, but still not early enough for her, you feel.

Currently waiting eagerly on her promotion to the head of the department of magical accidents and catastrophes…. Any day now, y’all….

She is genuinely good at her job - even though she’s totally corrupt and obviously does most things in the interest of the death eaters.

Will occasionally throw pureblood galas, but isn’t too invested in them. They’re just for show.

Among the Death Eaters, Bellatrix is in the inner circle. She considers herself the dark lord’s right hand, and prides herself on being his most loyal servant.

PERSONALITY.

Madness and power are two sides of the same coin ------ and Bellatrix is so very attracted by power. It’s the one thing that she desires most. That’s the thing with Tom too. She loves him, so much, but it’s his power that she has fallen for. Never him.

Power drives her absolutely mad, pushes her to her peak, makes her see red. 

Bellatrix is also like night and day -------- and she switches from being pleasant, laughing, charismatic to being vile, chaotic, evil in the matter of seconds. It makes her highly unpredictable, and more than a little bit scary.

When she’s at her worst, Bellatrix is cruel, sadistic, self righteous, impulsive, angry as hell, deranged, unstable, manipulative, a little bit unhinged, ruthless, playful, childish and absolutely lethal. It’s always brewing right below, so close to the surface, just waiting to come out. And that’s what she’s like when she’s her normal self ---- when pushed, she becomes worse.

But she’s also calculating, clever, quick on her feet, intensely passionate, fiercely loyal (until she’s… not), adaptable, intuitive, caring and assertive.

Bella often contradicts herself — she has grown up believing that it’s best to be cold and devoid of emotions (#thanks dad), but she’s a highly emotional person by nature. She tries to suppress that as best as she can, but she usually boils over pretty fast. Other emotions are usually translated into anger as well, so that’s fun. I think the best way to describe her is that she’s just fire, always burning hot or cold. These days, she has given up on trying to suppress herself.

Voldemort’s influence on her is also really important!! His influence poisons her mind, her soul, her heart. The darkness that was already there is amplified, becomes a thousand times worse. Though already a skilled witch, he introduced her to magic she could only have dreamed of — and that power became corruptive, addictive. For power, Bella would gladly pay the steep price of sacrificing her soul, her humanity.

Bella’s one true love is power. It’s what she cares about most, what she’d die for, what she’d kill for.

Bellatrix really does think that she is in the right.

She’s the hammer ( doesn’t have the most finesse, mostly just likes getting things done, her technique isn’t exactly intricate, but ALWAYS effective ). 

Bella finds solace in chaos and destruction. Imagine serene piano music playing while she fucks someone up.

Has absolutely no moral compass AND no remorse for what she is doing.

Very brave !!!!!! Would sacrifice herself for her cause in an instant bUT is generally really fearless, too.

Right now she’s really unstable because of the time clash. VERY unhinged. Not having the best of times.

THE TIME CLASH.

So the time clash happens and it’s a disaster.

She finds out that not only have they lost the war, her master is dead.

And it breaks her, worse than Azkaban ever could. 

So what does Bellatrix want to do? She wants to resurrect him, he can’t really be dead, can he? Not someone with such power.

But she also wants to change the past, put everything back together like it was supposed to be.

Bellatrix is 100% trying to take over the Death Eaters until Voldemort comes back. She’s trying really hard !!!!!!! Success rate? Unknown!!!!

But she also has this idea that maybe he also came with them, from 1980? She’s looking for him, delirious, terrified. If they can’t win in 1980, they’ll have to in 2029.

[bellastrix]

the witch (2015) / midsommar (2019)

[bellastrix]

@nvrcissas

TIMESTAMP: about a week after the clash, august 13, 2029.

" ------- don’t, “ she says, and she intends it as a soft whisper, but it rolls off her tongue like a curse, like something vile, a reprimand of sorts. she has never done softness particularly well. a creepy quiet, sure. softness? not so much. her eyes are darting back and forth, a crazed glare creeping into pitch black irises, making her look disheveled, a little less like she is, a little more like what she’ll be. “ we shan’t, cissy. the dark lord will be angry, we must.... “ she whispers, and her voice sounds desperate, pleading, a little bit trembling at the end. not like the older sister she has always been, so sure of herself, so sure of everything. “ what are we to do? “

[bellastrix]

Lilith was feral, brave; she had no need to be believed. Her power was catastrophe. Her heart was a blood moon.

Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[bellastrix]

“She was a witch, as Harry knew, with prodigious skill and no conscience.”

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