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[regretismyconstantcompanion]

(From corda-comminuta's Vinda:) “… And for dessert, we shall have a lemon trifle, an assortment of Lebkuchen, and a Bûche de Noël,” Vinda read out the Yule menu for their inofficial private celebration, away from Schloss Nurmengard’s other inhabitants and their incessant vying for Gellert and Albus’ attention. “I do hope Gellert won’t take much longer to join us. If it’s still Abernathy holding him up, I might just petrify him and his self-important, tactless tongue.” In contrast to her words, Vinda’s voice itself was melodious and all but saccharine. “But I digress. Any complaints about the menu, Albus?”

"Only that I fear there might be too much food that I won't be able to eat it all." Albus assured her with a soft chuckle. Vinda knew he had a sweet tooth and she ha certainly gone about spoiling him this holiday season with all kinds of delicious food. They'd already had a gathering of followers within the castle but now had retreated for a more private celebration. "As for Abernathy, I'm certain Gellert might petrify the man himself if he doesn't let him leave. He knows we're waiting on him and he was trying to get away from him when we slipped away."

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus was ready to assure her that he would be quite fine without his scarf and ask just what type of gentleman would he be if he allowed her to remain cold, especially given that it was his own misstep that had landed her out here without suitable attire. But the gentle reassurance died on his lips as he watched her withdraw her wand, wondering in soft amusement if she might hex him after all. He could hardly complain and he did always delight at her display of magic, with its hint of darkness. But instead of a hex, she turned her wand and attention to her beautiful rose garden. They were such a lovely addition to their home. He often enjoyed taking tea out here, sometimes alone, sometimes with company. The beauty of the various shades of petals, combined with their wonderful scent made this a perfect spot to clear ones head and just indulge in the beauty of both nature and creation. A snow covered mountain top was not a natural place for roses, just as it was not natural for witches and wizards to hide their true nature. It wasn’t a crime to be born with magic and yet the corrupt Ministries demanded that they hide themselves and their gifts away. Just as Vinda had cast enchantments to protect the stunning blooms and ensure their survival, he and Gellert, alongside Vinda and many of their brothers and sisters, were going to forge ahead, ensuring wizardingkind could thrive in the new world they were going to create. He watched as the rose she cast the spell upon delicately melted the blossom away, the petals twisting themselves into a beautiful scarf of equally stunning colour. The warm shades of red instantly warmed him, before he had even touched its fabric. It made him recall the colour of his beloved Fawkes, his House back at Hogwarts and Vindas roses that had long ago become a symbol for coming home to Nurmengard.  “Oh Vinda.” Albus took the offered scarf, his fingers stroking the soft fabric reverently. “It’s beautiful.” It was thoughtful in so many ways and he knew that he would wear it often, despite her gifting it as only a temporary replacement. He reached up to drape it around his neck, before he magically tied it into a half bow epaulette. “It’s perfect Vinda, thank you.” Albus reached out, taking her hand in his and gave it a soft squeeze before he leaned in and pressed an affectionate kiss against her cheek before he pulled back. He noted her blushing cheeks but put it down to the chill in the air. “Now that we are both suitably attired, shall we begin our lesson?”

Respectable Teachings

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Albus knew just how lucky he was to have Gellert in his life and, more recently, Vinda as well. She had been a delightful find of Gellerts. A protege he had taken under his wing even before they had met in person. Albus had known of their correspondence long before Gellert had invited her to live here in Nurmengard with them but he had remained distant at first even upon her arrival. While he had been friendly and welcoming, he had also kept his distance. She had been Gellerts pupil and he hadn’t wanted to overstep. He trusted Gellert implicitly, he’d never felt the need to be jealous of the blossoming friendship and closeness between the pair. Albus knew he couldn’t be all things to Gellert, just as Gellert couldn’t be all things to him. They loved one another and were loyal to each other, first and foremost. But they both recognised that the more traditional view of marriage didn’t quite suit them so over their years together, they’d redefined it for themselves. They’d discussed Albus taking other lovers long before he had. His husband was far too perceptive and while Albus had no complaints with their shared intimacy, he had other desires that weren’t enjoyed by Gellert. They’d come to a very comfortable arrangement for Albus to seek out whichever playthings caught his attention. He never hid their existence from Gellert and their only other rule was that they weren’t brought to Nurmengard - not that Albus ever would have wanted them in their home and sanctuary. They rarely entertained him long enough to be considered trustworthy and before too long, he would find another. Vinda was well aware of this arrangement and seemed more amused than offended. She often teased him, giving him a knowing look when he was late or returning home at all hours just as she had earlier today. Albus had been pleased that she had been open minded, since so few people were. Of course, she was the first one who they had told about the true nature of their relationship. Gellert trusted her and Albus had always had faith in his judgement. They had spoken about Gellert taking other lovers but he had always declined. Albus could hardly be jealous and he knew that his husband did enjoy the company of women. He had wondered if there was growing affection in that way between him and Vinda but he knew Gellert would never have hidden that from him. They were completely open with one another. But sometimes he’d see them look at one another and it felt more than friendship but still less than lovers. Perhaps he was just seeing the lingering affection between the few people they could all trust. Albus gasped softly as he realised his mistake, cheeks reddening almost instantly. “Merlin, forgive me.” Albus cursed himself, instantly removing his wand from it’s holder to summon her coat that he recalled hanging up beside the door. It matched her outfit well - he would never have selected a coat in a colour that clashed. “I’m terribly sorry Vinda, I acted without thinking. I certainly did not intend to transfigure you into an icicle today.” He offered an apologetic smile as he returned to stand before her. He realised the coat might not be quite enough to keep her warm and he immediately removed his own scarf and carefully draped it around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin as he placed it there. “Forgive me?”

The drawn-out sigh Albus’ prompt apology elicited from Vinda didn’t merely reflect the exasperation he inspired within her; it was also a covert attempt on her part to downplay the disconcertingly potent sway he had come to hold over her foolish heart.

Lying to herself would be a futile effort, an insult to the self-awareness she prided herself in.

There was no use pretending that a lesser wizard wouldn’t have born the full brunt of her most vicious stinging hex – perhaps even the Cruciatus Curse she had honed to merciless perfection – for a considerably lighter offense.

After all, how was she to conjure a modicum of indignation, knowing Albus had forgotten about her  attire solely because he had placed his undivided attention on her words instead of the appealing features so many men and women alike regarded as her single most admirable asset?

How was she to disregard his readiness to bestow upon her an invaluable gift she had never dared to fantasize about receiving day by day prior to her arrival at Schloss Nurmengard?

His little misstep struck her as an inconsequential trifle in comparison.

Sliding her arms into the sleeves of her Brunswick green coat and fastening the buttons, Vinda couldn’t help wondering whether Albus had summoned this particular coat with her dress, shoes, and coiffure in mind.

However suitable it may have been, the riposte on the tip of her tongue vanished into nothingness the very instant Albus’ gloved fingers grazed her vulnerable neck, and she was enveloped by the exquisite scent emanating from his silken scarf.

She couldn’t control the shiver coursing through her form, couldn’t suppress the soft gasp escaping her as her eyes fluttered closed before she could have prevented them from doing so. Her neck, too, bared itself to his touch, as if of its own volition.

“But now, you’ll be cold again,” she protested weakly, her gaze no longer piercing or deliberately passive, but contrite.

The treacherous pounding of her heart was all but deafening in her ears as she procured her own wand from its holder.

Forcing herself to focus on nothing other than the familiar carvings adorning the smooth dark wood, she whispered a charm under her breath and pointed it at one of her lush roses.

Like the other roses adorning the numerous rosebushes she had planted around the castle, the deep red blossom she had chosen gracefully braved the harsh climate of the mountaintops due to the enchantments she had placed on each of her precious plants.

Despite standing before a wizard whose mastery of the demanding art of Transfiguration vastly surpassed her own, Vinda couldn’t help preening a little as the lovely rose blossom morphed into an exquisite silk scarf of the same rich color.

Having summoned it into her hands, she presented it to Albus with a soft smile.

“Please allow me to offer you a replacement,” she said, hoping the blush now gracing her refined cheekbones wasn’t as pronounced as she feared.

[tmvoldemort]

I dare you to kiss... Nagini (let's make it mine @corda-comminuta for old times' sake :D)

Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips. //Closed

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"You heard them Nagini." He hisses in their shared tongue.

His hand slides around her waist and pulls her closer. All the while whispering in secert. "There, there...hush hush." His mouth finds hers and what was once a game became personal. How soft her lips are. How he kisses away her words. Going deeper with a raw need. His hand clawing at her flimsy dress. How lips turn to tongue then teeth running along her bottom lip.

He pulls back before he can loose control.

"There...wasn't so bad."

[tnott]

Your Muse's Inventory!

Inventory: In a roleplaying game, inventory refers to the collection of items your character is currently carrying

Rules: List the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their everyday life. Repost, don’t reblog! Optional: Explain their significance.

Doing this for Theo's book bag during her Hogwarts years:

A sufficient number parchment rolls for the day's classes, five quills, and ink in two different colors (black and green).

The necessary textbooks, supplemental readings, and notebooks for the day's classes.

Dragon-hide gloves, if necessary for the day's classes.

A small pot of burn cream, in case of Potions class accidents.

A small journal that also functions as a sketchbook. It's enchanted to spit ink if anyone besides Theo tries to open it.

A hairbrush with three hair ties looped around the handle.

Lip balm (vanilla).

A small sewing kit.

A little pouch of owl treats (for her owl).

A separate little pouch of mixed dried fruit and nuts (for Theo).

Her emergency chocolate stash, which generally takes the form of a few chocolate frogs, but sometimes is a bar from Honeydukes, particularly if there's been a recent Hogsmeade weekend.

Tagging: @bokketo (Hermione and/or Snape and/or Harry), @burnnouts (Sirius and/or Hogwarts!Yennefer), @grimmusings (Hermione/@xbrightestwitch), @corda-comminuta (Cho and/or Pansy), and anyone else who wants to do it!

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(from corda-comminuta, though also the gazillion other blogs from the mun behind it:) Heart Heart Wink

Send 💕😘 to my inbox if there’s something you’d like to ship with me!

Let's goooooooo!

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[nurmengard-master]

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Gellert Grindelwald and Vinda Rosier, Nurmengard Rose Garden.

[thatsecondsalemboy]

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Credence had no idea how people ever became accustomed to being on a ship. He’d been on this boat all of two days, and he’d spent most of it huddled away in a dark corner, both avoiding any official looking people, as well as feeling horrifically nauseous. Not to mention any time he did attempt to move somewhere, he struggled to stay on his feet or walk in a straight line, like he was one of the drunkards Ma used to scoff at on the street.

No, not Ma. Mary Lou. She had never been his ma, she had admitted that often enough herself.

Now that things were quiet though, he decided to take the opportunity to explore a little more, doing his best to take careful steps, squinting in the shadows that loomed.

[theslytherin-elite]

It's beginning to smell of gasoline

The cold was trying it's best to invade the thick dark manor walls during it's evening hours, mid-winter certainly being a fucking pain in the ass. Mr Lestrange was stuffing his mouth with food, bragging loudly about his oldest's son acomplishments, fingers greasy and just a tad too chubby as he reached for yet another chicken wing. Perhaps the man had been a good looking man some years ago; but bad maintaining had surely ruined that. No wonder his wife killed herself, people would whisper as he walked past them.

He had invited Cygnus Black for yet another dinner to discuss the wedding plans for their children. Honestly, it was just yet another bad excuse to show off his wealth and brag about himself. He was just precisely the kind of father who would use his children's achievements as a way of bragging about himself. Only tiny detail he wasn't too fond about was why Cygnus had to bring that wife of his. Druella Black was a beautiful woman, and for a chauvinist like Mr Lestrange, that simply angered him. She should stay at home, and carry further some more children, more pricisely a son. Poor Cygnus Black, no son to lead forward the heritage (Heritage for royally crazy, anyways). Mr Lestrange held quite the pride in having not only one son, but two. He preferred not to think too much about the fact that just maybe Rabastan wasn't his.

"You should of seen him, he was M A R V E - " a loud crack from the fireplace interupted him. To Mr Lestrange's absolute horror, it was his younger brother stepping out of the fireplace, a big wide, almost manical, grin on his face. "Oh, I didn't know you had visitors!" Kolgrim beamed all too innocently, as he made his way to the table. "Greetings, Cygnus." though he barely acknowledged him, his attention to Druella. He took her elegant hand in his, bringing it to his cold lips. "Kjære, Druella, what a pleasure to meet you again." he smirked, his eyes quickly glancing towards Cygnus. He wanted to know if he could get a rise from him. Pulling away from Druella, he snatched the chicken wing from his brother's hand. "Tsk, you're too fat already, brother." "half-brother." "Oh, don't mind the trivialities." Kolgrim snickered as he took a seat in the small dinner party.

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positivity for corda-comminuta : @corda-comminuta You are such a sweet and amazing person. And I always am wish you nothing but the best. You write such lovely stories, and have so many beautiful and deep thoughts about your muses that it's just absolutely wonderful. Keep on being you.

[mesmusae]

Starter for @corda-comminuta​ (your Tom Riddle)

Briar was fairly convinced she was trapped. But she hadn’t been able to figure where, or who’d done it, or even why. She had no idea how long she’d been in the little cottage in the glenn. It wasn’t hers. And she was alone. Everyday she was alone. She had also figured out that she was in a dream. She’d pinched herself a thousand times and even reached into a rose bush with her bare hand. Not one flicker of pain. She hadn’t felt a need to eat or drink or sleep. Though it didn’t stop her from picking berries and eating them.

That was why she stopped suddenly in the woods, staring at the figure standing a few yards away. There had never been another person in her dream world. Just her. Well, and the little fairies and animals. But they always seemed different. And conversation with them had grown dull. This was a new person.

She stepped forward on bare feet, biting her lip as she considered briefly. “Hello?” she called softly. “Who are you?”

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus closed his eyes for a moment as Vinda spoke softly to him, offering reassurance that she knew he needed sometimes. He had long ago come to realise that he could be more vulnerable for her, that he didn't need to wear the same mask that he felt as so often wore for others. "You're too kind to me sometimes Vinda." Albus offered her an affectionate smile, knowing she would likely gently admonish him again for his self depreciation. They both knew that he never thought of best as good enough, something he knew Vinda and Gellert would gently admonish him for. He often felt as though somehow he was letting someone or entire groups of people down. The way he did something, the way he didn't do something. In his heart, he knew he couldn't be everywhere at once. He knew he couldn't be all things to all people. But that didn't stop him from trying. "But I know that I have you and Gellert with me and I know everything you offer and bring into my life." He couldn't imagine his life without both of them now. Vinda had been a constant for such a long time and while they had been distant with one another, they had become extremely close - much to Gellerts delight too. "I'm incredibly thankful for you both."

Albus felt the slight heat creep into his cheeks and Vindas gentle admonishment. Both Vinda and Gellert always called him out for his tendency to be self-depreciating. He was often barely conscious he was even doing it until one of them spoke up. It was something he knew he needed to work on but sometimes it was difficult when his own self loathing twisted so deeply within his gut that he felt like he was chocking on it. He was about to try and push aside her concern, turn his words into a feigned joke or two. But before he could Vinda had suddenly moved across to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. He smiled softly at that, appreciating her gentle affection. "I...I know." It was something Gellert often reminded him about and Vinda now did so in Gellerts absence. He appreciated it, even though he also felt like he was letting them down each time he would slip up. But sometimes the self hatred became so loud in his own mind, the words tumbled out of their own accord. "I'll try. I can't help it sometimes." It was a quite confession

[pureblooded-archive]

Presents

owl to Draco from Pansy || @corda-comminuta​

"I got you something."

CHRISTMAS THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS! 

“You got me something?” Draco was surprised, pleasantly so. A small smile on his lips. Presents were always nice, a sign that you were thinking of someone or considering them, and he knew that Pansy’s gift would be something well-thought out, a reflection of their relationship.

Draco’s parents had determined he was much to old for presents a while ago, though given recent times, presents just didn’t cut it. Having his family there with him had been more important. He could still remember how awful it had been to be without his father that one year.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Pansy,” he said, “Just being here with you is enough.” And he meant that sincerely. After all that had happened, at least he still had her.

[tmvoldemort]

Thanks for the tag @fugamalefica

Three ships: (Classified only by ships I have written. Be it personal fanfic or drew fanart or else this list would be hard.)

HP ships: Bellamort, Harrymort, Snlily, Merula/JS, Albus/Scorpius, Queenie/Vinda, Queenie/Jacob, human!Nagini/ Voldemort, Rookwood/MC, Delphini/ and every female character I can think of pairing her with,

(Other three other fandom ships.)

Reylo: Out of all the promblieic ships I have this one gets me a side eye. I have no idea why. XD

Candy Quackenbush/ Christorper Carrion: I wish the Abarat Fandom was more active. I love this series.

Usagi/ Seiya: Shout out to baby Vee and all the sailor moon fan art I made with crayons when I should be paying attention in school.

First Ship: Ra/ Sha'uri granted I didn't know what ship was I just knew in myyoung mind made up what if stories about two characters.

Last Song: Holding out for a Hero By Frou Frou

Last Movie: Dr. Phibes Rises Again (1972) Cause who doesn't like Vincent Price and campy horror movies?

Currently Reading: The Scarlet Gospels By Clive Barker. (Walk him like a dog. If you know that part, you know. XD)

Curently Watching: Rewatching Obi Wan series 2022, cause we love baby Leia and how getting kidnapped by the awe inspiring Reva doesn't phase her.

Currently Drinking: Dr. Pepper, don't worry its clearly Dr. Pepper perscribed. XD

Currently Craving: Duch Bros. Vanellia Ic Chai is my weakness there.

Tagging: @regretismyconstantcompanion @pendragcned-grl @corda-comminuta @somethingxgreater

[thestrongestmagic]

(From corda-comminuta's Nagini, for Bellatrix:) 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe

@corda-comminuta

Bella had mixed feelings regarding Christmas. It was a difficult holiday because she was constantly being reminded that she had yet to produce any heirs which irritated her to the point of madness. She had long ago vowed that she would not have a child and she hgad damned good reasons for that, not that she would tell anyone because it wasdnt their business. Rod didn't tend to make much of a show out of Christmas, that was far more of a thing for Cissy to do and do it she did and it was annoyingly successful. Bella had hosted Christmas for the family once and the result had been disastrous.

This year she had been invited to enjoy the holiday celebrations with the Dark Lord and Nagini. Rod had not been invited and so he had gone quite happily with Rabastan. The two of them were most likely going to get horrendously drunk and Narcissa would be content with her cosy family celebration. Bella felt honoured and touched that she had been invited, knowing Nagini’s secret in itself was an honour but to be able to spend time with the both of them. She had once thought that Nagini was her rival, at the beginning of it all, but she had quickly dismissed those thoughts. They were both working together towards one singular goal and that was to serve the Dark Lord and to uphold the values that he championed and contribute to the glory of the world he was going to create. They both knew their positions, knew that they were both valued by the Dark Lord and that they were as close to irreplaceable as any servant of his could be.

Bella had been fairly restrained in her consumption of alcohol that evening and had spent most of the time listening to the Dark Lord speak with rapt attention and falling into the tales that Nagini weaved, some involving the both of them and others involving her before she had met the Dark Lord. It was only several hours into the celebration that the mistletoe had appeared and Bella had glanced up at it then looked to the Dark Lord for confirmation. With a slight inclination of the head, permission was granted and Bella gestured to the mistletoe with a sharp upward tilt of her head before planting a kiss right on Nagini’s surprisingly soft lips. 

“Not my best but I am slightly drunk.”  

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

(From corda-comminuta's Cho, for Ginny:) “ i imagine death so much it’s like a memory. ”

@corda-comminuta || hamilton starters. pt 1. || Accepting

“ Cho...” she began, voice -- fresh snow in the desert. A heaviness sat in the hollow of her chest and crawled through her limbs until they felt like well fed dragons. “ I -- I...”

A breath.                 A decision.

“ Do you want to go for a fly? ”

[blueeyedslytherin]

A Mother’s Love

@corda-comminuta

      This was all getting out of hand, it had become too much. It seemed like all in the blink of an eye, The Dark Lord had risen once more from what seemed to be nothing but shadows of the past and suddenly had taken over every aspect of her life. Her sister had been broken out of prison and returned to her, later causing the death of their cousin Sirius. Within the same night, events had played out that led to the arrest of her beloved Lucius, a day that haunted her mind almost every moment of his imprisonment. When he had come back to her it was as if he were nothing more than a shell of his former self, a husk of a man she had once loved. It broke her heart to know that her family was being torn down one member at a time because of Voldemort, that they had once been such a proud clan but now stood like rocks reduced to rubble at the bottom of the heap. They had become a disgrace. 

     But what had thrown things over the edge, had truly begun to cause her world to crumble, was when that darkness came for her son. Her baby, her sweet Draco, had been marked as a Death Eater. She had never felt such sorrow, such guilt. She thought perhaps she was a good mother, that she had been a better parent than her own. Her father was a monster, something she feared more than even The Dark Lord himself. While other little girls feared monsters under their beds and in their closets, she feared the one that slept down the hall with the bitter scent of fire whiskey on his breath. She had faced her monster, in the end, to defend her little dragon-but no one knew it, not even Bella. She would face him a thousand times over to save Draco again, knowing what he would have done if she hadn’t stopped him. But even now, she couldn’t truly save her son.

     She didn’t know how to save him this time, there wasn’t a way she saw how. She would have given anything to save him from this fate, would have given up everything she owned and even her own life, to save him from this. But she had failed, she had failed as a mother. And as she sat in bed and stared at a moving picture of herself and her son, one of him so small and fragile in her arms the day she and Lucius had brought him home, she began to think of her own mother. 

     Druella Black was nothing, if not what a model pure blooded witch of society should have been, that much she remembered. She was beautiful, absolutely stunning, where she got her looks from the most as far as she could tell. She had been polite and poised, graceful and classy, she did her duty and was praised for it. Narcissa had spent so long trying to emulate her mother, to be as much a goddess as she was, but she never seemed to do her justice. She could never be beautiful enough, could never be smart enough, could never have as many children. She didn’t know why she had done so much to try and be like her mother, since the two of them had never exactly had a loving relationship. If you asked her if her mother loved her, she would have told you no. And if you asked her if she had loved her mother, she wouldn’t have said anything at all.

     Thinking so heavily of her mother made her put the framed photo of herself and Draco on the bedside table, glancing over her shoulder at Lucius who was sleeping deeply beside her. She moved onto her side and tucked her hair back a bit so it wouldn’t tickle his face and wake him, leaning down to softly kiss his cheek before moving out of the bed, picking up her wand from her beside table and making her way out into the hall, closing the door quietly. Her bare feet padded softly down the hall so as not to wake up her son or her sister, assuming both were sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, unlike herself. 

     Within the blink of an eye she found herself in front of the room at the very end of the hall in the East wing, a room she refused to enter for years now, on account of the painting that hung on the wall inside. She wondered if Bella even knew this painting was in here, and if she might lose her mind if she knew. She looked down at her wand in her hand, stomach turning as she tested the theory of just going back into her room and sleeping her worries away. “Lumos,” she said, firmly but quietly, watching the tip of her wand glow. She tightly gripped the studded handle, feeling the tiny slightly-sharpened pieces on the handle dig into her flesh. She could do this.

     She pushed open the door to the unused bedroom that could be considered either a guest room or a room for storage, looking up to see the painting across the room, one that the house elves had obviously kept clean just like the rest of the room. “Mother,” she said, meaning it to sound like a stern greeting but finding that seeing her mother’s portrait knocked almost all breath from her lungs.