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thirdwars · 4 years ago

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nothing cuts like a mother // a self para.

Featuring: Bellatrix Lestrange. Mentions: Rahim Lestrange, Esmeralda Selwyn, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks. Timestamp: early december, 2029.

Narcissa had not invited Bellatrix into her home for nearly half a century. And while that did not mean that Bellatrix had not slithered her way into her home in those five decades, she was quite certain her owl had come as a surprise.

Bellatrix said as much, after all. “I’m surprised you invited me. I was beginning to think you hated me.”

By now, Narcissa was quite used to her sister’s tendency to manipulate. Besides, she had lost her subtle touch after years of imprisonment, and so she remained still. As a teenager, she might have tried to appease her sister’s fluctuating moods. Now she saw them as something annoying, at most. “Don’t be ridiculous.” A mocking smile. “Insecurity looks horrible on you.”

The decision to invite Bellatrix had not come out of nowhere. Narcissa made calculated moves alone, a habit she had developed after two wars spent in the shadows of the Death Eaters, carefully observing and keeping her mouth cleverly shut. It had become clear though, over the past weeks, that neutrality was no longer an option –– not if she wished to protect her family.

After that realisation, two struggles had followed –– the questions of how and who. With family members scattered over every side of the war, and she stuck in the middle, there was bound to be a betrayal either way.

But when she had seen Rahim’s crumpled form in St Mungo’s, the decision had been made quite easily. Draco and Astoria were capable, and though Narcissa would set the world aflame to keep her son safe, she was also able to accept that he no longer needed her as much. Scorpius fell under their care directly. Andromeda and her family were a secure unit, too, and if Bellatrix were to finally release her fifty year old fury, Narcissa knew she would not be able to stop her. Sirius’ children were stubborn beasts, who she doubted would accept her help or protection. It proved that they were Blacks, if anything.

It was a process of elimination. One that made her riddled with nausea, a feeling of guilt, but a logical one nonetheless. It had always been easy to take a step back for Narcissa and observe without feeling.

Rahim was alone. He had his father, but Narcissa did not trust him. He had his grandmother – his official one, that was, as Narcissa considered herself his grandmother too, even if she had never said it out loud – who sat across her now. Her heavy-lidded, manic-eyed, ruthless sister, who spoke of slitting the throats of those she shared blood with.

She didn’t share any with Rahim. Narcissa did not doubt that Bellatrix was willing to discard of him if he did not satisfy her. She remembered the way she had spoken about Draco, in the previous war, when he had been merely fifteen.

Narcissa thought that maybe Rahim just needed to fight with him. Someone to side with him. Someone who was not committed to a cause that was lost, that had been lost since Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort in ‘81.

She put her cup of tea on its saucer. “You know why I invited you here, I assume?”

“You made up your mind.” Bellatrix looked almost hopeful as she answered her question, but in a terrifying way. In a way that said if you don’t give me what you want, I’ll end it right here.

Narcissa nodded. “I’ll join. Take the mark. Restore honour to the family name.” Empty words she no longer believed in, but she spoke them with easy conviction. “Be at your side again. I’ll need your help, of course.” She, the youngest, the one Bellatrix had once vowed to protect. “I know they don’t trust me.” A look of guilt that held no sincerity washed over her. She kept her mind closed. “That you might not.”

Bellatrix leaned in. Her face looked twisted, especially with that shimmer of love in her eyes. “You’ll have to proof yourself. I’ll give you my trust,” said Bellatrix. “Though we both know what happens when it is betrayed.”

“I would not dream of doing such a thing.” Narcissa leaned in, too. “Have I not stood by you, all these years? While the rest of them abandoned you? Us?” She leaned back again, took a sip from her tea. “If I wanted to betray you, I would have done so the first time you came here.”

Bellatrix observed her with sharp eyes, and Narcissa wasn’t sure what she saw. She hardly recognised the woman across from her, in truth. “What made you change your mind?”

“Esme. She’s quite persuasive.” Narcissa let her lips curl in a smile, as if she had no power over it at all. Love was a strong motivator, Bellatrix knew that all too well. “And you too, I suppose. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“All is forgiven. I’ll talk to Rabastan and Augustus, though I doubt they need convincing. We are short on capable members, after all.” It was as close to a compliment as Bellatrix would go, Narcissa knew. “I’ll contact you.” And then, she added something almost sisterly, “I’m proud of you.”

#* narcissa. ( development. )#* when her petals fall they hit like bullets. ( narcissa. )#aka mar rps with herself #aka oh my god how much can two women lie in one interaction #aka narcissa joins the death eaters for rahim and rahim alone #aka i hope it makes sense???

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archiveddvrpg · 7 years ago

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Congratulations, BECKY! You’ve been accepted for the role of GONERIL with an approved FC change to URSULA CORBERO. Admin Jen: Truly, Becky, you have left us speechless with this wonderful application! Your take on Grace was a bit unusual, and certainly not what I was expecting as I had established her in my mind as very cold and clinical. But the way you integrated emotions into her portrayal was brilliant -- it gave her a touch of volatility and extremism that accentuated the terror that Grace embodies so perfectly. I loved your future plots especially the evil scheme that you elaborated on and your writing sample left me trembling in both fear and admiration; everything just came together so intricately! I can’t wait to watch as she burns Verona to the ground! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Becky

Age | 22

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | I’ve sold my soul to you now, I can’t ever leave

Timezone | Ok so I wrote BST on Odessa’s app but the rest of the UK gang put GMT (time is a social construct and I’m actually a cosmic entity floating around the globe giving u all forehead kisses)

Current/Past RP Accounts | x x

In Character

Ok so I know you didn’t exactly accept her as an FC for Grace but I’m hoping you warm to edgy-looking neo-noir Úrsula Corberó once you’ve read the app. I admit that my idea of Grace may not be quite what you’re looking for but I wanted to give applying for her a shot because I love me Hot Mess of a character! (but I am also happy to come up with alternatives if not)

Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

Character | Grace ‘Goneril’ Daly

What drew you to this character? | So like any good prophecy/vision/intervention of fate, I woke up one morning with a mighty need to play a character who is Odessa’s opposite, the black fur coat leather skirt cigarette ash psycho babe to my honey sweet lace and silk angel of retribution, so I’ve sort of been slyly waiting for Grace’s bio to be released.

It’s her contrast to Odessa that initially drew me in with the chance to explore another character whose existence and presence in Verona revolves around her father’s ties to a mob, but resulting in a drastically alternate result. It will be very different playing a character who doesn’t particularly have a motive for killing (beyond self-preservation and power-lust) and is loyal to only herself.

Whilst I would usually play a character like Grace as being a cold-hearted, emotionless ice queen, I feel as though Grace is better suited to burning. She is a slave to her emotions, the rise and fall of them dictating her mood, all while highly strung and fuelled by a chaotic form of energy. You can very much tell when she is happy and when she is not. She’ll cry in front of you just as gladly as she’ll laugh and kiss you. She’s unkind, ruthless, impulsive, emotional, and she’s ready to antagonise people to her tar-black heart’s content.

Character inspo: Azula from Avatar, Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body, Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, War from Good Omens. Trope inspo Alpha Bitch, Ambiguous Disorder, Blatant Lies, Daddy’s Little Villain, Go-Getter Girl, Hair-Trigger Temper, Improbable Weapon User, Jerkass, Sadist, Spoiled Brat, Virtue is Weakness.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

i. A masterplan;

Step One: Grow to become an important part of the mob you were all but born into. Turn yourself into the perfect player, capable with weapons and unblinking in the face of danger. Step Two: Leave them. Join their rivals. Prove yourself to them by dispatching of a few former associates, low hanging fruit. Become just as relevant within their ranks. Step Three: Collate what you have learnt about the two mobs. Their strengths, their weaknesses. Make a few friends with similar goals to yourself. Corrupt them. Step Four: Start your own mob. You now know your enemies intimately. You know what it takes to break them. Bit by bit, steal Verona out from under their noses. Laugh at their mistakes and dance in the ashes of their burning empires as you build your own. Step Five: Be remembered forever.

ii. The double agent;

Traitor. Grace wears the title with pride, her smile sharp when she comes face to face with both Capulets and Montagues alike. Slinking from one mob to the other was a seemingly effortless transition, welcomed by none other than Damiano himself. She fed him information about Cosimo and his crew, spilling secrets around the end of her lipstick-stained cigarette. It was an easy way in, but now that she’s settled amongst her new comrades she finds herself looking back across the bridge with interest. Power is power but information is advantageous – Grace isn’t above feeding Montague-whispers back to her old associates, not if it means she wins friends on both sides of Verona. That way, it’s impossible for her not to win this war.

iii. Sisters, sisters

Regina and Catherine. Both are equally as disgraceful to the Daly name – one can’t even bring herself to be enthusiastic about the opportunities that lie, shiny and golden, before them, and the other flutters her lashes and talks of peace, of all things. Grace has never paid them much attention, but now that she’s sided with the Montagues she’s realised that the Capulets could do with having their numbers thinned. Whether she’ll try to convince them to switch sides with her for the Montague brownie-points or simply wipe her sister off of the face of the earth forever remains to be seen, but if Regina and Catherine think they can keep their heads down and get away with making the Dalys seem anything less than destined for greatness, they’ve got one hell of a storm coming.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I sure am, same goes for Odessa now, it’s time to make like Grace and embrace reckless abandon

In Depth

In-Character Para Sample:

She is the thing watching you from the edge of the road, where long grass shivers with the motion of something far more alive than it has any right to be; a pair of eyes that glint in the final rays of the sunlight’s reaches, bleached white enamel teeth ready to sink themselves into those who mistake the night’s cloak as a thing to hide under rather than be consumed by.

She is fresh fruit in the heat, a slow rotting taking place at the centre disguised by mouth-watering scents and a flesh that glistens under the sheen of morning dew. Decay is a dance, slow and tantalising, the heart turning to a sticky dark mess that slides through the fingers of anyone who dares to try and save it.

She is a doctor who has never been able to stop her hands from shaking at the prospect of a new body, eager to pick up the scalpel and press it down into soft flesh, revealing a mass of life clinging to the bones. Her favourite colour is red, the sort that looks black in the evening, droplets turning to pools that spread through pressed shirts and silk pyjamas like tears on pillows. There’s blood on her hands, not always metaphorical. She licks it off, rarely quite satisfied.

Grace fucks like the meeting of hips will reveal the monster that lies beneath her, as though touching there and there and there will unlock ribcages and unleash what’s trapped inside of hearts. But to understand why, you must crawl inside her skull and make sense of what lurks there beneath the smoke of burning houses and vultures picking at once-satisfied things–

“Please take a seat,” Damiano says, and Grace lingers before lowering herself onto the chair, her gaze gliding over the mahogany desk between them before raising to study the man himself.

He smells like her father. That’s the first thing she notices, the faint cologne. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and the signet ring on his finger keeps catching on things, releasing a dull metallic sound each time. His presence is more regal than Cosimo’s and yet she finds herself thinking the exact same thing – you aren’t worthy.

These men had all inherited their empires, passed down like heirlooms, and as a result they had become lazy. Content. Uninspiring.

“I’m very happy to be here,” she chimes pleasantly. “However… unexpected it may be.” She doesn’t tell him how much she wants this. Doesn’t explain that being welcomed into the inner sanctum of the Montagues is as pleasing as a night of post-murder hot sex. “I’ve always been a huge fan of your work.”

Damiano doesn’t laugh, but he doesn’t need to. Grace is well aware that she wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t intend to offer her something. “I have a proposition.”

I bet you do, she thinks, her well-orchestrated plan playing out like the sweetest of songs. Black-nail-polished fingers press to her chest, feigning surprise. “For me? Damiano, you’re spoiling me.” The words curl up from her lips like tendrils of cigarette smoke. She punctuates them with a light laugh.

The deal is a simple one: information for protection. Spill some secrets to join the ranks. Grace does so without blinking, switching silver for gold, and slowly the pieces begin to fall into place. As with any self-proclaimed god, she grazes her knees on carpet to say thanks to Damiano, sacrifices those she’s left behind, and fills her head with only the loveliest visions of tearing his and Cosimo’s empires to the ground.

Extras:

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Time for more of ‘Becky attempts to write headcanons’:

Her parent’s little angel turned little devil. Spoilt from a young age, she soon learnt that she could get away with near enough anything provided she smiled sweetly to her parents and told them just how much she loved them. When her sisters were born, the attention that had been on her drifted and Grace found that she had to work harder and harder to hear her name on her parent’s lips.

Grace grew up restless. Her ambitions would flit like moths around a lightbulb, becoming half-planned dreams and broken things. It wasn’t until she was rushed to hospital following a road traffic accident* (which resulted in the removal of a kidney) that she decided to train to become a paramedic. *Her parents later suggested that it was no accident and had in fact been planned by the Montagues,

As a paramedic, she always manages to be first on the scene when an incident linked to the mobs is called in. Strategically, if someone fails to complete a murder she can finish the job herself, or silence any witnesses. Similarly, it also gives her the opportunity to plant fake evidence or remove weapons from the scene. For those evading the eyes of the authorities, she can also help those who have been hurt and can’t risk a trip to the hospital.

She is resourceful and will use whatever is to hand as a weapon. Has been known to dish out the odd black eye, broken nose, crushed windpipe, and acrylic nail scratches. Her father himself trained her to use a pistol and rifle under the guise that he was teaching her to hunt (which, technically, wasn’t a lie – they just never specified the quarry).

She lives by 3 important rules. One: trust only those you would die for. Two: protect what is yours. Three: if something is boring or unimportant, do not waste time on it.

Grace needs to be needed and wants to be wanted. She can’t stand shrinking into shadows and being forgotten. No, she must remain the life of the party and attract the attention (be it good or bad) of everyone.

She was once arrested and fined for drunk and disorderly behaviour on whilst on holiday in England. She slept it off in a cell and was released the next morning with a hefty fine.

She is a big fan of piercings and has a stick n poke shark on her ribs.

Inspo quotes:

“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.

“Her mood is cruel, her nature dangerous. Her will fierce and intractable” – Euripides (translated by Philip Vellacott), Medea

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.” – Junot Diaz, The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao

#accepted: goneril #accepted

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vermiculus-incipiens-prompts · 8 years ago

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PARTNERS

For this prompt, we’re allowing you the players to choose the date upon which your para takes place, though it must be between February 28th and March 7th, 1980.

Igor Karkaroff and Bellatrix Lestrange → Bellatrix has a strong theory about the death of Goldstein: it was the Aurors, orchestrating matters to sabotage her beloved Dark Lord’s Cause and gain more power in the streets of Knockturn. She’s eager to spread this theory amongst the other Death Eaters, but Igor Karkaroff isn’t convinced. He worries that it was a Death Eater behind the murder, one who isn’t afraid to kill supporters whose loyalty could be called into question. Perhaps one who avidly claims to be the Dark Lord’s most loyal and devoted lieutenant?

Sirius Black and Daisy Hookum → Sirius and Daisy get to talking while on patrol together one of the nights following the discovery of Goldstein’s body in Knockturn Alley and both agree that the Death Eaters must have been behind the murder. Sirius has one particular suspect in mind, his old nemesis Severus Snape. Daisy, always suspicious of Lily’s ex-friend, is open to hearing out his theory. Could this be the start of a more united front against the potioneer?

Walden Macnair and Alastor Moody → Alastor has his hands full investigating Goldstein’s death and when a witness claims to have seen one Walden Macnair hanging around Knockturn Alley in the evening before the body was discovered, he calls the executioner in for questioning as a potential witness or even suspect.

Marlene McKinnon and Narcissa Malfoy → Conversations between these two witches are always rife with barbs and hostility, but things are especially tense when Narcissa implies that the Aurors -- the group of witches and wizards that Marlene so dearly wants to become a part of -- could be behind it. With tensions so high, will both witches be able to keep their cool or will one of their tempers get them into trouble?

Edgar Bones and Severus Snape → An argument flares up from an idle conversation between Edgar and Severus when their opinions on the murder clash. Edgar is certain it was another cruel attack by the Death Eaters, while Severus is adamant that Crouch orchestrated the death to justify harsher powers for the Aurors. While they both defend their points of view with rising vehemence, deep down there is uncertainty on both their parts.

Remus Lupin and Andromeda Tonks → Though he didn’t know the victim, Remus feels bitter over the death of Tarantalus Goldstein, wondering if he and the Order are really doing enough to combat the Death Eaters, who he is certain are behind the attack. Andromeda agrees, but she worries that the younger Order member might be tempted to do something rash. They hold a long conversation over a warm meal and though at the end of it, their problems are far from solved, their friendship has grown stronger.

Tilden Toots and Alecto Carrow → Bumping into Tilden in Hogsmeade, it doesn’t take long for Alecto to catch onto how uncertain the potioneer is about the death of Goldstein. He wants to believe that it was unrelated, but his uncertainty makes his opinion swayable and Alecto sees a golden opportunity to sow seeds of doubt.

#VI Prompts #prompt 41 #VI Prompt Partners #trust issues

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