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` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜ ❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜ ❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜ ❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜ ❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜ ❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜ ❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜ ❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜ ❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜ ❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜ ❛ Great way to start the day. ❜ ❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜ ❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜ ❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜ ❛ You don’t own me. ❜ ❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜ ❛ I love my freedom. ❜ ❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜ ❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜ ❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜ ❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜ ❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜ ❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜ ❛ The wait is almost over. ❜ ❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜ ❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜ ❛ Are you online dating again? ❜ ❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜ ❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜ ❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜ ❛ Life can be messy. ❜ ❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜ ❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜ ❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜ ❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜ ❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜ ❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜ ❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜ ❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜ ❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜ ❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜ ❛ What the hell did you do? ❜ ❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜ ❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜ ❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜ ❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜ ❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜ ❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜ ❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜ ❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜ ❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜ ❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜ ❛ Screw you. ❜ ❛ Just fuck off already. ❜ ❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜ ❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜ ❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜ ❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜ ❛ Your wish is my command. ❜ ❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜ ❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜ ❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜ ❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜ ❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜ ❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜ ❛ Death is all around us. ❜ ❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜ ❛ You left, not me. ❜ ❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜ ❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜ ❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜ ❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜ ❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜ ❛ I had a feeling. ❜ ❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜ ❛ Where could the gem be? ❜ ❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜ ❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜ ❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜ ❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜ ❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜ ❛ What do you take me for? ❜ ❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜ ❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜ ❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

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Bombard my muse with questions! Anything you would like to know about them, ask!

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* LUCIUS.

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Lucius kept his eyes closed for several seconds, thinking it over. Could he get up? Well, yes – but would he? A very different question, with a very different answer. That answer, of course, was no – but a straightforward answer would be boring. Fortunately Rayna had offered him a much more interesting statement to reply to, which he did without either opening his eyes or lifting more than a single indolent hand from the floor for a languid swoop through the air:

“But will you decorate it properly when it’s up there?” Lucius asked, wagging his be-ringed fingers for emphasis. “That’s the important question, Raynie-ray-rayla.” He was rather proud of himself for coming up with such a clever nickname on the spot, and grinned – still prone, of course. “Will you change the rings to suit the seasons and will you varnish the nails to match each night’s nightdresses and will you, most importantly of all, will you mount it on a plaque that sparkles?”

That was a question that deserved open eyes and a bright grin, and Lucius gave Rayna both, albeit still without sitting up. The floor was comfortable and, after all, she had been the one who had basically murdered him by suggesting that his robes were dull. “For that matter,” he added thoughtfully, “I don’t see why my collapse under the unbearable misery of your piercing insult should have anything to do with whom you choose to spend the rest of your evening with once I’ve expired; surely that can’t be in any way my fault. I’m not making you leave. In fact, I believe I requested a eulogy and you have definitively not delivered.”

Lucius frowned up at her. “I’m very disappointed, Rayna. I thought we were friends.”

“  how have you managed to absolutely exhaust me before the night’s even begun?  five minutes with you is the emotional and physical equivalent to being awake for at least forty-eight hours, and it would think it to wound you far more than it me if i chose rodolphus over you.  it almost --  ”  she lets the atmosphere hang on that one word. almost. providing for lucius an entry point for redemption without giving too much leeway.  be it far from her to ever give anyone too much.  “  --  it almost seems as though you’d rather i spend my evening with him and leave you  --  alone  --  to your devices.  ”

rayna stands,  placing both hands firmly on her hips before extending a heeled foot to prod him slightly in the side  --  right below the ribs.  she hopes to find a weak spot,  really,  to instigate some form of movement to blow a hole in this stoic facade of stubbornness.  maybe she’ll get lucky,  and maybe the passersby will stop providing her with the kind of attention she hates to receive:  the wrong kind.  the right kind manifests itself in promises of gifts and thunderstorms of compliments and praise,  and this is anything but that.  this is red cheeks and fury and  --  gods,  couldn’t he do this in a setting where she wasn’t expected to behave?

“  if you don’t get up,  lucius,  i will ensure we bury you in the ugliest robes in london.  ”

Mourn Me

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* ophelia.

☞ open starter. 

☞ located at the cafe just outside the ministry.

Since lunch, Ophelia had had one thing on her mind: coffee. She wasn’t tired, not really. But exhaustion ran through her bones, fueling her thoughts as if it were petroleum. All she wanted was for one event to go off without a hitch. One was not too much to ask for, not in her opinion, and yet even one seemed hard enough to come by.

She was not tired but Ophelia was worn out. They had run her down as if she were merely gravel. Her own people were doing these abductions, she knew. Lia at least knew that it could not have been Rayna, at least not this time. She was too preoccupied with her festival to have gone out of her way on a Death Eater mission.  

Finally, she’d made her way up to the counter, ordered her drink, and was impatiently waiting for it to be delivered. Toe tapping, eyes constantly flickering to her watch, Lia watched as the drink finally appeared, a golden halo floating around the brim. Coffee surely would make the exhaustion go away. At least, for an hour, hopefully.

Then, the halo was blocked by a hand, picking up her precious drink and almost carrying it off. She stopped them with her hand, eyebrows raised.

“Excuse me,” she said, firmly. “I believe you just took my coffee. There is a line, you know.”

no,  it wasn’t rayna,  and if it was?    be it far from her to keep that hefty a secret from one of the two people she could be bothered tolerate on a day-to-day basis.    besides,  to do so right beneath the nose of the ministry at an event as crowed as the summer festival was equal parts bold and sloppy  ----  and she hadn’t been in the mood for either.    not when the wine had already spread her legs across the thin line between proper and improper behavior.    it had,  of course,  spread her legs elsewhere,  but she couldn’t remember where and it’s probably best for all parties involves that she doesn’t. 

coffee may not wake her up but it’ll lay the hangover to rest for a few hours at the very least,  and since lia had beat her to the front of the line,  rayna figured maybe taking a sip of her’s would motivate her to order her own.    maybe.    lines were tedious and trivial and rayna has no time for tedious and trivial things,  but she doesn’t necessarily have the time  (  or patience  )  to brew her own,  either. “  i know,  ”  rayna hums,  grinning.  “  how else did you expect me to get your attention?  ”

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Drink Me

send me one of these ! —- still accepting

          “  you’ve never been able to match me,  whether it be in cans of beer, or cups of wine  –  so what makes you think shots of tequila will be any different?  i’m–  ”  oh,  she’s hiccuping,  a sure sign of defeat,  or a sure sign of the fact she’s nearing defeat.  after all,  she is four shots ahead of ophelia,  and while her body is often resilient against the effects of wine,  hard liquor is a different story altogether.  rayna looks between them,  watching as the bartender fills her shot glass until it spills over,  drenching her fingers in jose cuervo.  he recoils and instantaneously spews a flurry of apologies,  but ray’s too drunk to care,  sucking the liquor from her knuckles and waving him off before turning to face lia  –  glass lifted.    “  cheers,  my love.  and please,  catch up before i black out.  ”

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“Mourn Me” (feel free to go either serious or melodrama nonsense with this one!)

send me one of these ! ---- still accepting

               “  excuse me  –  can you get up?  i had assumed it was entirely impossible for you to embarrass me anymore than you already have but this  –  this absolutely takes the cake.  ”    can you tell her patience is wearing thin?  if you can’t hear it in her voice,  you can  –  at the very least  –  see it on her face,  viscerally irate and lower lip sucked tight between two very white  (  and very sharp  )  rows of teeth.  mourn me,  he says,  in an undoubtedly dramatic cry for attention that rayna is seldom willing to forfeit,  and as she crouches over him,  levying her weight into her knees,  she struggles to reign in the desire to make even more of a scene.  why had she agreed to come out with him?  why was dinner with her oaf of a brother and her volatile sister-in-law becoming far more attractive of a plan in comparison?  rayna sighs,  fisting a hand into her hair and tugging at the root.    “  lucius,  i’m not nearly drunk enough to deal with you when you’re vertical,  never mind horizontal,  and if i’m forced to spend the evening with rodolphus and bellatrix as a result of your melodrama,  you will lose your wand hand and i will mount it above my headboard.  ”

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Isabelle Lightwood in ‘Moo Shu To Go’, 1x05.

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Drabble Me

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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Green Magic

Requested by @unlikelyghostie

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send ‘hc + ( a word )’ & i’ll write a headcanon about my muse involving that world. can be names, objects, etc. !

Send ‘hc + a word’ that you want a headcanon about my muse involving that word

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* bellatrix.

Bellatrix was a heavy drinker. In order to be drunk, she had to drink more than most of her friends; and in order to enjoy that silly event she had to be utterly drunk.

She looked at their faces; mostly mudbloods and blood traitors sitting together, laughing and paying attention to their families and those stupid bands playing so badly it was as if there was a knife being put on inside her ear every time a instrument were played. It was not she didn’t enjoy parties, she did, but there were a bunch of other ways to have much more fun. Parties like that, to that awful God and their awful children, were a good way to spot blood traitors, to choose the next target, to be aware of everything and, at the same time, drink more than a little so the night is more bearable.

It was on her third glass of wine that she noticed who was standing in her sight. Shoes clapping against the floor like thunder, she approached the person like it was an old friend.

“Not leaving, are you? Just when I thought things were starting to get exciting”, she smiled.

where most people may cower under the serpentine gaze of one bellatrix lestrange, rayna rolls her eyes, seldom frightening of anyone or anything -- least of all her sister-in-law,  no matter the way her bite undoubtedly matches her bark. or maybe it’s not apathy at all  &  instead just an intense sense of relief at sharing a space with someone who doesn’t look at her like she’s about to burst. after all, they’re a deadly pair, aren’t they?  two ticking time bombs,  sharing a room with people they’d love to wipe clean from this earth.  “ me? leaving? as though i’d leave lucius to his own devices in running this event. besides...”  she lifts an eyebrow.  “ ...be it far from me to leave you unattended. ”  

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vines and moss

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* ophelia

Ophelia had spotted Rayna and instantly breathed out a sigh of relief. Other than Lucius, she was the one person at this entire festival that Lia did not have to hold her breath around. She didn’t have to feel like a ballerina, nor did she have to tip-toe through subjects. Rayna knew just about all there was to know about Ophelia, and for once, she was grateful for the transparency.

Picking up one more drink, Lia’s grin widened as she stopped by her friend. “You must’ve left your wand somewhere else then,” she teased, hip-bumping her friend before hopping up on the seat beside her friend. “You’re jumpy? On a night like tonight? When you’ve planned the most beautiful concert the world has ever known?”

Alcohol had always loosened her tongue, and unfortunately Lia was one too many deep. Sipping on her glass, she held it out to her friend. “Did you pick all the wine too? Because if so, you need to plan the rest of my events for all eternity,” she said. “Especially my Friday nights. I mean, not that you’re not usually there anyways.” Finishing off the glass, Lia let her chin fall into her palm, elbow on table.

ah, here she comes. rayna’s sunshine on a cloudy day  &  the only person in attendance at this drunken charade to pull any sort of genuine smile from her. it’s a relief, really, for her cheeks to hurt in a way that inadvertently warms the quarter of her heart still capable of feeling,  &  while the alcohol may loosen the reigns on her stoic facade, lia loosens them even more. 

“ i have to behave in front of the ministry, my love, ”  rayna hums, wiping a smudge of lipstick from the edge of her wine glass before directing her attention fully  &  completely to her other  (  &  undoubtedly better  )  half.  “ and -- more importantly -- i don’t know how you could say this is the ‘most beautiful concert the world has ever known’ with muggles spilling beer all over my stage. i’ve vomited twice already, you know,  &  it hasn’t been because of the alcohol. ”

green eyes rolling into the back of her head, rayna lifts an idle hand, waving over a passing cocktail waitress  &  mouthing something along the lines of ‘two more, please’  before mimicking lia. elbow to table, chin to palm. “ of course i picked all the wine;  do you really think i’d allow box wine at a celebration for the god of wine ? my own father ? ”  she feigns offense, nudging lia with her elbow.  “ more importantly, where’ve you been ? ”

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Emeraude Toubia photographed by Aaron Snaiderman.