#threads;; andromeda

[fidemaledicta]

It was the first time the witch had allowed herself to wander further away from the tent area, not all that fussed about the idea of spending money on merchandise beyond what was mandatory of course. No way was she going to get away without it, not after having played quidditch herself. Wearing merchandise and playing were two different things, though.

Her thoughts were cut short, no more time spent glancing at an overpriced hat when someone next to her tripped. "I'm all fine. Are you?" Emmeline whirled around to look at whomever she'd almost ran into. "Enjoying the whole quidditch whirlwind as well, hm?"

Andromeda was glad that she could take some time off from her work, he needed to spend some time with her family. Her and Ted had managed to save up and take Dora to the World Cup in Ireland, something that the kid throughout enjoyed and appreciated. They went to get some of the sponsored merchandise to commemorate the holiday while Andromeda walked around, enjoying the magical people all coming together to celebrate and have fun.

As her usual clumsy self, she tripped and almost fell if she didn’t bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry, I keep tripping, are you okay?”

[sarafangirlart]

“What if Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda become a polycule?”

No bc Andromeda would still get third wheeled and sidelined, next question.

[terrorsmade]

help me more. peebee has to consciously take a deep breath to keep from running her mouth. it's an unfortunate , and rather bad habit of hers --- one she's trying to rectify , at least where liam is concerned. everyone else will just have to ... deal with it. peebee has always known she wasn't everyone's cup of tea --- or whatever the hell that human expression was --- they could all take it or leave it , but sometimes her hastily spoken words actually hurt him , and she hates that ...

' you just gotta relax ... ' an ungloved digit comes to lightly poke at the center of his forehead , lilac lips twitching upwards in a half - smile that she hopes is convincing. the truth of the matter is that she's the problem ; untested , unexperienced , and formerly unwilling to learn. it's not like she'd ever wanted kalinda in her head , peebee had already let her into her stupid heart , and that had gone badly enough ... attempting to take her own advice , peebee takes another deep breath , straightening from her slump and rolling her shoulders like she's a boxer limbering up for a cage match. ' maybe we should've gotten you high --- or drunk --- first ... ' it's added as an afterthought --- stalling !! get on with it , peebee !!

her hands shift again , reaching for both of his. ' embrace eternity ... ' this time , liam gets a brief second to note that her eyes go completely black before the images come , almost like a movie shot in a first person perspective ;

it's thessia. perhaps liam doesn't know that immediately , but something whispers it. a much younger pelessaria b'sayle wanders through the vast markets with two older asari , hands clasped with each ; her mother and sister. her mother's resemblance is obvious , though , cass' coloring is noticeably different , her markings distinct. something catches her eye , a small stall selling irssal , the blossoms bright enough to cause pelessaria to break free and bound over. her mother's voice , slightly alarmed but distinctly unsurprised ; ' pelessaria !! ' but she's already ducked and weaved through the crowd , the scent of honey filling the air as she reaches the cart. the asari there grabs a flower , handing it down her with a subdued smile and ----

SNAP !! like a rubber band stretched beyond it's limits , they're wrenched back. no longer on thessia --- not even in the milky way --- they're back on the tempest , sitting criss cross applesauce on liam's beat up old couch , facing each other and peebee ?? she sways. a hand leaves his , fingers coming to lightly press against her forehead ; ' shit ... '

@psychescape said ; ‘I haven’t got it. help me more.’ // ft ; liam kosta && pelessaria b'sayle

[impcrios]

@enchantmecnts

narcissa had spent her time mingling but she was growing tired of it, especially if they mentioned their recent engagement to lucius malfoy. they would never say a bad word about them, but it didn't mean that she was happy either. when she had time for herself she had gone to the drinks hoping to get a glass of champagne before seeing andromeda. it pained them either way. "hello," she says quietly. "how are you?"

[litmoons]

“   did   you   dump   her   yet   ?   ”

[tonks-ted]

Starter for: Andromeda Tonks @tonksxandromeda Where: Diagon Alley NYE party When: somewhere in the middle

Ted and Andromeda had their work cut out for them. Nymphadora was a rambunctious young witch. At the mere age of six, she knew her own mind and was not afraid of speaking it. Rather clumsy, too. Limbs like spider legs and a spirit like a whirlwind. But he wouldn't have changed a single thing. Ted adored his daughter, just as much as he loved his wife.

It had taken some persuading to get him out of the house, tonight. This kind of crowded and noisy environment would be exactly where he'd expect Death Eaters to strike. It would be just their kind of evil to attack the innocent while they celebrated the arrival of the new year. But he'd given in. Dora's pleading had been the final straw, her big doe eyes staring up at him with a desperation that he knew she'd perfected just for his benefit. It was a complete ruse. But he fell for it willingly anyway, and here they all were.

So far, he'd won too many stuffed toys by aiming curses at targets from further away than the rest of the crowd. It was hardly fair. He was an Auror, after all. So after the third one, he dragged Dora away and charmed the toys to walk alongside her like some kind of fantastical entourage. A few other children pointed and laughed, and he turned to Andromeda with a laugh of his own.

"You win. It was a good idea to come. So-" Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to her ear. "I'll make it up to you later."

[battle-scvrs]

Regulus had hardly expected a response to his owl at all, never mind a positive response. He wouldn't have blamed Andromeda if she'd ignored him; Merlin only knew he'd treated her poorly in the past. His recent experiences had driven him to write a letter, and now he was expecting his estranged cousin at his home. He'd been pacing around his living room nervously for a while, wondering if she would actually show up and then wondering what he would say to her if she did. It'd been a long, long time since he'd been fully honest with someone, and he knew the danger that it put himself in. The feelings of discontentment and unhappiness had been building for a while, maybe even for years, and Regulus had finally been pushed to breaking point. The sound of a knock at the door broke Reg out of his musing, and with shaking hands he opened the front door. "You came...Here, come in out of the cold," he said, gesturing through to his living room. "Can I get you something to drink?" @tonksxandromeda

[swtsours]

“   this   was   a   mistake   .   ”

[daluy0ng]

closed starter for: andromeda zwart ( @forelsk3t ) location: outside of neon ink

her whole life, sariani could only count on her fingers the times she has shifted, as it was something she wanted to be suppressed her whole life, especially after the first time she did, immediately it had costed a life, even though it was deserved by her victim, it felt like it was something that she shouldn't have done, at all. for years she blamed herself, uncomfortable to even mention about her pack, the family that she left right after she turned eighteen, and has never seen them ever since. she has not learned anything but keeping her other form dormant, and looking for a place to run to in case it goes beyond control.

but it was evident enough that nothing has prepared her for this day.

sariani had been looking forward to get the tattoo she wanted, something that would remind her of where she came from, no matter where she goes. but a certain day like this in portum seemed to have different plans for her. she is on her suppressant, she swears. but that seemed to be nothing right now, as she shifts into her werewolf form, just in front of the tattoo parlor.

andi, andi would know, right?

as the door opens, the now werewolf runs in, whimpering as she looks around, hoping to get a sight of the owner.

[gardenscript]

for: @div1nes

her letter had come to him swiftly upon a summer evening. he had traced his thumb over her seal at least fifteen times before daring to break it open. since that day kiaan had counted, sixty days, fourty-two, twenty-seven. it had been a balmy night when he met her sipping chalice from the ritual glace at the temple - shot her a wink and watched (as he always inspired) scandal arise. the days had passed by in a haze and even kiaan (contrarian he was) was loaded into a carriage and sent along with every demonstration of the devara wealth to the capitol. the sort of trouble he could inspire there, he'd thought to himself. but always nagging in the back of his mind had been andromeda. their friendship had come as a surprise to him. one not born out of necessity or obligation but the lightness of laughter and childish glee like running towards the ocean then back away as the tide rolled in. as the crowds dispersed through the castle kiaan swayed all gleaming smiles and boundless charm until he spotted her willowy and lovely in the daylight. "your royal highness" he said bowing with a flourish. he gave a cursory glance around the hall for onlookers before leaning closer to her ear. "would you like to know a secret?"

[fatestln]

⇢ 🌕 STATUS ﹕ closed. ⇢ 🌕 TAGGING ﹕andi zwart ( @forelsk3t ) ⇢ 🌕 LOCATION ﹕ rosie's diner

nyra   smirked   to   herself   as   she   approached   to   greet   her   newest   table.   the   face   sitting   there   had   become   quite   familiar   to   her   over   the   past   several   months   of   living   in   portum.   “let   me   guess,”   she   drawled   by   way   of   greeting.   “you'd   like   your   usual,   which   at   this   point   is   like   half   the   damn   menu.”   she   pulled   her   notepad   and   pen   out   of   her   apron   regardless   and   began   jotting   down   an   order   before   andi   even   had   a   chance   to   speak.   their   banter   had   become   something   familiar   in   the   chaotic   rhythm   of   evening   shifts   at   rosie's.   “is   there   a   special   occassion   or   are   you   just   here   to   terrorize   me   with   your   absurd   appetite?”

[sarafangirlart]

Every time I search mythology on Threads I see post after post of the most asinine takes ever. It’s like ppl on old tumblr moved there and current tumblr still has the more educated people, therefore causing an echo chamber on threads of ppl spreading misinformation without anyone educating in mythology correcting them or calling them out, if ppl on threads say their bs on tumblr they’d get torn to shreds.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Solo featuring Alecto Carrow, Andromeda Tonks, Rodolphus Lestrange, Ted Tonks @alectocarrowx @tonksxandromeda, @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @tonks-ted When: Diagon Alley NYE street party, when Nymphadora goes missing.

Too many children.

Burnished eyes scoured the surroundings, several feet above the offending, excitable youngsters. Bellatrix didn't dislike them as such, but intent upon following the narrow path towards Knockturn Alley, she found herself irked by their presence. Crowding the cobbles like a swarm of ants with stuffed toys and candyfloss, she swatted a few of them aside before her stare fell fatefully upon the little girl with unnaturally orange hair. Well, she certainly wasn't a Prewett or a Weasley. The eldest Black knew precisely who she was. Turning swiftly, her conclusion was verified by the sight of Andromeda and her beast of a husband, his hands upon her, defiling her purity with his loathsome filth. Years had passed. Oh-so many years. Yet this vision sent her rage into overdrive, her skin suddenly feeling like she wanted to rip it off. It crawled, itching, scratching as though knifes etched from the inside out, a yearning to set the world ablaze cutting deep into her bones and causing dour irises to snap wide.

For another moment, she stood, taking steadying breaths while her fists clenched and unclenched beside her hips. Her emotions enraged her. It was not correct that she should still experience upset, and so she cast that feeling aside, tossing it asunder with the determination of a witch who would stop at nothing. A different certainty filled her ravaging thoughts, her focus beelining quickly and expertly towards a far better outlet for her frustration. She turned on her heels, her rich crimson dress swishing the pavement like the world's finest dust cloth as she stalked back towards the little ones and knelt down to address the group.

Her foul temper had disappeared. There was nothing but jovial pleasantry, a bright smile and dancing eyes as she joined them in admiring the shop's contents through the window. She had flipped a switch and it was all thanks to her very own cruel intentions. As the children reacted positively, encouraging her plan, she began to spiral towards a more genuine pleasure. Perhaps she might enjoy this, after all.

"Do I?" she asked with false surprise, as Nymphadora told her she looked 'just like her mum'. Laughing widely, she stood and cast a charm into the alley to make it glow brighter. "I'm getting ice cream. Would you like some?" The girl hesitated. But a swift Confundus had her following in no time at all, Bellatrix gripping her hand as though she were a precious thing that could not possibly slip from her grasp. Right now: she couldn't. A few others joined them in the alley, redundantly summoned by the residual effect of her charm. Caring nothing for them, they wandered away while she paced towards where she'd left her husband sitting with Alecto. He was now alone, and he looked up and laughed, wondering what the fuck his wife was doing now.

After sitting the girl down, she then did indeed obtain ice cream and several other excellent treats, getting her to chat about all things Ted and Andromeda. Discovering that her parents were worried about the war and always busy and tired was mildly satisfying. To her surprise, Bellatrix discovered the girl was a little spitfire, filled with a rebellious spirit that reminded her of herself at that age. It was repulsive. If she hadn't been that mudblood's offspring, she might actually have liked her. That metamorphmagus gene sure as hell didn't come from Tonks's muggle family, and it was with that which she truly wanted to play, getting the child to replicate both her and Rodolphus's appearances until she was satisfied that she'd be able to mirror them from memory. If would be more than enough to push her darling sister's nerves over a cliff, and perhaps she'd do them all a favour and drag that bastard Auror husband with her.

It was a good thirty minutes before she returned to the main bustle in Diagon Alley, and another fifteen before she located Andromeda rushing around frantically. Sending Nymphadora on her way, she strode a retreat, congratulating herself as she joined Rodolphus once more.

Sly eyes raised through heavy lashes, meeting his and finding them equally entertained. It was hardly the brutal thrill that usually got them hot and bothered. But it would do for now. She placed a hand to his chest, lips parting as a sour chuckle trailed her teasing tongue.

"Bets on how long it'll take Andromeda to come for us?"

With any luck, not long at all. She wouldn't mind sending her sister to an early grave.

What an excellent start to the new year that would be.

[flcralhaze]

closed starter ›› andromeda soloman , @balteren when: during the grand breakfast.

he was  shamelessly  avoiding  his  older  sibling and whatever line of potential betrothals they had arranged for him to meet. there was not enough fine at this grand breakfast for those conversations or to stay his tongue was lashing out with a reminder that the tarnished german monarch should perhaps focus more on their prospects than his. unless they wanted to add another nation to join spain on their list of enemies. as eyes wandered, they landed on the ethiopian princess. a few letters exchanged had planted an idea in his stefan's mind, growing the more new marriage candidates were placed before him. his steps changed course.  ❝ princess andromeda, walk with me? ❞  he held out a hand.  ❝ there's a matter i would like to discuss with you. ❞

[impcrios]

@enchantmecnts

the lestranges and blacks were close, so it seemed somewhat appropriate if not a bit disturbing to see andromeda black in his office. he already knew that she wouldn't have much to say as to what actually happened, it seemed like what happened at st. mungos was an isolated incident, but he was still an auror at heart and was taking on most of the interviews as head auror, his team had been berated for a week and it had been a while since he done any line of questioning even knowing the other was innocent. he sighed briefly before she came in, he knew that andromeda had left the black family but that was all due to gossip. he didn't have much say anyway. it wasn't his family. "good morning, black." he says as she enters, he knew that they were a part of the press as well, which made everything even more complicated. "i know you might have your own questions, and we can go over them, but let's get this part of this done first, if you don't mind."

[litmoons]

“   i’m   wearing   some   nice   new   lingerie   for   you   .   ”