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[morscomedenti]

@aimovoriia liked for a starter

He had deigned one stay to ask about the boy called Rabastan that they so adamantly kept locked away. What he received was nothing short of fearful and ignorant ramblings – excuses that claimed that the boy was not fit for his presence, and lies that claimed he truly wasn’t locked away, per say, but rather was just a quiet child who preferred to stay alone in his rooms and never come out. Ultimately, the only real thing that Tom had managed to pick out from the nonsense was that the boy was powerful – and power intrigued Tom.

He asked permission before visiting and, of course, it was granted – the Lestranges would deny him nothing. He brought with him to Rabastan’s room a small gift. If the boy was being as mistreated as Tom presumed he was, then it was likely that Rabastan lived a life apart from the opulence and splendour of the Lestrange manor. Tom’s gift was nothing extraordinary – it was just a book. But books could be entertaining enough when put in the right hands.

He knocked gently and announced himself, “Rabastan, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I’m a family friend. Might I come in?”

[aurorborne-archive]

👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way?👩‍👧‍👧 = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?

Family Headcanons

👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?

Growing up, Alastor was definitely his mother’s child. More often than not he could be found toddling after her and hanging on her robes. For six years, Alastor was the only child and having his mother dote on him definitely strengthened their relationship. When his brother was born his parents were as gleeful and fortunate as they had been the first time and soon Alastor’s little sister followed.Often Emily and Glenn tried to thrust responsibility upon their son, especially in regards of studying and caring for his siblings. Alastor’s mother was persistent to remind him that he was responsible for them because they were vulnerable, this definitely influenced Mad-Eye’s sense of justice and empathy. She was always loving, eager to listen and a guide to her children,even with her taxing job as a healer at St. Mungo’s. 

Into adulthood, she often worried for her son’s safety as he made his way through his professional training. While his father had taken his son under his wing, Emily was far from okay with this. With Voldemort rising to power she didn’t want to lose her husband, and her son. She and Alastor often bickered about it even if Alastor knew she was in his best interest  Many arguments and tears later,Emily came to terms that her son was going to live out his dream.  

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way

His father may have drank too much and was infrequently home, but Alastor never had any doubt that his father loved him. While his father often came and went when he was at home he was at home. He played games with his boys and adored his daughter, and treasured his wife. Any moment of free-time he had was spent with his family or friends.

While Glenn was proud that his son chose follow the family craft, he understood the dangers of working as an auror and like Alastor’s mother, often worried for his child. While their relationship had always been rather steady, it became strained as Alastor became his protégé. Often Glenn was overbearing and protective and during his training, Alastor felt more babysat if anything.

This inevitably resulted in a fight with Alastor expressing that he needed a longer lead than what Glenn was giving. Hesitant, Glenn began delegating more responsibilities to his son and Alastor as became more confident on the field, their relationship began to improve again. By the time Alastor had completed his three years of training, he was closer to his father than he had ever been. 

?👩‍👧‍👧 = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?  

Alastor has two siblings and is the eldest. He is six years older than his brother, Gordon Moody (Slytherin), and eight years older than his sister Paige Moody,(Ravenclaw). In regards of wanting more siblings, Alastor is definitely a ‘more-the-merrier’ kind of person but having two siblings just always felt right to him.His mother always imagined that she’d more children but with their busy lives, it just never happened.

[warreurs]

evan vc: @aimovoriia, happy best friends day

[nobilitaas]

"So, I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I forgot what month it was again. But I baked you cupcakes, so don't be mad."

“Seriously? Aren’t you the guy that hates cupcakes?” It’s a smile that reachers her eyes, crinkes her nose. The urge to hug him–terrible idea–or to stuff one, whole in her mouth–bad for different reasons–hits her like a train car full of rocks, and she sits on her hands, because she knows they’ll do something if she doesn’t.

She knows her own answer as she asks it. That makes the whole gesture even–oh, Merlin, no, don’t even think the word Alice–it makes it even sweeter. “Thank you. Merlin’s beard, you decorated them? These are fucking lovely.”

@aimovoriia / alice & bastan / random love

[qceenbambi-a-blog]

@aimovoriia // the queen is back sc

      “Has anyone ever told you that you have crazy eyes?”

[vencficas-blog]

;; ALSO ASH AND I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OUR ONE YEAR FOR LIKE, A FUCKIN MONTH AND MISSED IT SO I DIDN’T GET TO YELL AT HER ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE HER SO NOW I GOTTA DO IT ON THE DASH SO IT’S PUBLIC AND OFFICIAL BUT ANYWAYS I LOVE ASH AND MY LIFE AND EXPERIENCE ON THIS HELLSCAPE HAS BEEN INDEFINITELY BETTER BECAUSE OF HER AND SHE’S A BRIGHT LIGHT IN A DARK WORLD AND ANYONE WHO HAS THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING HER SHOULD FEEL BLESSED !!!!!!!! ASH YOU ARE A GEM AND I’LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE ILY SO MUCCCCHHH THANKS FOR TOLERATING ME AND LETTING ME DRAG YOU BACK INTO THE FANDOM AND LETTING ME SHOVE MY SHIP DOWN YOUR THROAT AND THANKS FOR CONSTANTLY BREAKING MY HEART WITH YOUR ANGSTY ASS HEADCANONS YOU’RE THE REAL MVRP !!!!

[noiretrangera]

continued | @aimovoriia

     She should leave. Turn sharp on her heel and head back down the hall, but Rodolphus was gone and the idea of being alone left her with a creeping numbness. Even that near constant anger had failed her, leaving only that thing she didn’t want to deal with, didn’t even want to admit. And yet that numbness was just as terrifying. 

A few false starts with words, mouth working mutely to no avail, before she stopped, crossing her arms over her chest. 

          “Would you hurt me?” Her chin tilted down as her jaw muscle jumped to keep from trembling. “If I asked you to, would you hit me?” Violence is what she needed, and not just a smashed vase. Something personal and painful to blot out the other threatening blow without succumbing to the gnawing emptiness. Bella could have skipped asking, forced the reaction instead; grabbed him without warning, but even teetering on her own limits she wouldn’t do that to him so intentionally, maliciously. 

[dpb-archive-blog]

Because Pancakes @aimovoriia

“Look, my daughter got e-ugh-xcited that I actually had friends and made me an insane amount of pancakes. As much as I’d love to eat these by myself but I-I just can’t, so you’re h-helping me”

[amidalc]

@aimovoriia ♥’d for a thing 

        “ no no —— there’s NO NEED to get up, you’ve already helped         out A LOT with the cooking,      i can do the rest on my own. “

[nospraedirus]

@aimovoriia

Ren laid comfortably, his head at the pillows and the soft curve of his back pressed to the strength of Rabastan’s chest, their hips aligned, and their legs tangled together – they were wrapped around each other physically, sharing warmth between them in the coldness of space, but they were also connected mentally, Ren’s mind folding around Rabastan’s. There was nothing specific that Ren was projecting to Rabastan, nor was there any thought of Rabastan’s that Ren was particularly hoping to receive – they simply laid there in silence, unmoving, serene and peaceful, each a constant and sturdy presence that they could both rely on not to abandon them.

With a soft sound, Ren resettled himself closer to Rabastan, craving the other’s touch and attention the more of it he was given – he was absolutely greedy, but he felt no guilt over it. He would give all the same to Rabastan if that was what the other Knight wanted. It was weakness, he knew, but he was content with it.

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Continued from here with @aimovoriia

Dingy was one way to put it. While Alastor had made a name for himself, that didn’t mean that he abandoned his bad habits; his office riddled with clutter; paperwork, peppermint humbug wrappers and empty teacups. His desk chair was far from comfortable and made an awful squeaking noise when Alastor leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at Rabastan, his jaw set. The more that Lestrange talked, the tighter the auror’s jaw clenched. He usually kept his professional composure when it came to suspects and perpetrators, but there was just something about Rabastan that didn’t sit with him right. Something that got under Moody’s skin. 

As Rabastan made himself comfortable, Alastor cleared his throat,and gave the wizard a forced smile. “What’s a bit more paperwork really, all things considered,” he said dryly. While this was far from his first case, Rabastan Lestrange by far was his most infuriating suspect. Al knew it in his gut, in his soul that Rabastan was at the very least, present for the most recent attacks. There had to be a trace of evidence, a witness that linked Rabastan to the crime; Moody just needed to find it. The auror had talked to witnesses and even surveyed the crime scene himself, but of course there had been nothing to find. Rabastan had made clean of his work,but that didn’t mean Alastor wasn’t going to take a statement. This of course, was in hopes that maybe, just maybe Rabastan would incriminate himself sometime in the future.

“Alright then,” Moody growled,not bothering to hide the distaste in his inflection. “You wanna make this quick Lestrange? Answer me this; do you have anyone to testify your whereabouts at the time of the attacks?”

[warreurs]

blows kisses @ evan

i love u babe

[defiantcharms]

✍ ✍ ✍

THE EMMY PET PEEVE SALT MINE

The inability of people to take responsibility for their own experience on this site. If you don’t like something? Don’t look at it. You cannot impose your wants and limits on other people. 

Really shitty coding. I’ve spent too much time helping friends untangle ugly as fuck code for themes that self proclaimed ‘themers’ have created and put out.

The polarization of characters. Everyone is either Good or Evil; all the greys, the moral dilemmas, the questions, the complexity gets washed out far too often. Related: how some ‘villians’  are condemned while others are fawned over (I’m looking at people who hate Peter Pettigrew but adore Draco Malfoy or Severus Snape. Let alone the burgeoning re-obsession with Voldemort/Tom Riddle.)

[vencficas-blog]

Shout out to @aimovoriia @notatlas and @kanimascales for dubbing themselves Flower, Thumper and Bambi and then crowning me Momma Bambi. 

[dpb-archive-blog]

Starter for @aimovoriia

Rick let out a soft sigh as he slid himself into the bar stool, ordering himself a drink.It had been too long since he had one and he could feel his hands shaking slightly as he waited. When given his drink he took a long sip and took a glance at the multipurpose watch on his wrist.

It wasn’t often that Rick was found without his grandson. However, after their last encounter, Rick wasn’t going to make the mistake of bringing Morty on business trips again. Selling drugs typically wasn’t Rick’s style, he usually preferred selling items with higher values. But in a pinch acid, opiates and kalaxian crystals were a way to make a quick buck or favor.

Rastaban was one of his newer clients and Rick could only hope that the wizard was up for a challenge, because this time Rick wasn’t here for money. 

[liiteralsunshine-blog]

@aimovoriia 🍕 bc bros

       There are a thousand things going through Monel’s mind, but words can’t seem to form. Looking at Rabastan had always been like looking in a mirror, but this summer there was such a shift. ( he despises you, why would he want you when you think you’re better than him?, if you don’t believe me go knock on his door. ) Months spent curled up on the couch on his own. Months spent contemplating how the hell they got to this point. Words -- words don’t seem to work.

       But now he’s finally looking at him, the only person in this school who knows his heart and not just his actions. Is a hug enough? No. It never is. But words --------

                             There are better ways to speak than words.

        He nods to Bastan to sit, breathing a sigh as his hands do the talking. Did I do something to make you hate me?