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Hey everyone; this blog is now archived. I’ve moved Bellatrix to my multimuse at @apcgee. Threads and verses and relationships are going to carry over.
noiretrangera reblogged
Blog Update
Hey everyone; this blog is now archived. I’ve moved Bellatrix to my multimuse at @apcgee. Threads and verses and relationships are going to carry over.
noiretrangera reblogged
Blog Update
Hey everyone; this blog is now archived. I’ve moved Bellatrix to my multimuse at @apcgee. Threads and verses and relationships are going to carry over.
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AP·O·GEE ( /ˈAPƏJĒ/ )
- the highest point in the development of something; the climax or culmination.
- the point in the orbit of the moon or a satellite at which it is furthest from the earth.
featuring bellatrix lestrange | rowena ravenclaw | sherlock holmes
noiretrangera reblogged
Blog Update
Hey everyone; this blog is now archived. I’ve moved Bellatrix to my multimuse at @apcgee. Threads and verses and relationships are going to carry over.
Blog Update
Hey everyone; this blog is now archived. I’ve moved Bellatrix to my multimuse at @apcgee. Threads and verses and relationships are going to carry over.
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the noble and most ancient house of black, 2/?: regulus
i face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.
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His eyes flutter closed as her hand touches his face. His heart was already pounding but it’s beating more wildly, the way it always does when she touches him. It’s an addiction he can’t shake, the feel of her skin against his. It’s almost difficult to breathe and all she’s done is spread her blood along the line of his jaw. “Yes,” he breathes. “You are beautiful… terribly so.” She’s like an angel of war and of death and he feels like he’s worshiping at her altar at times, with her laid out bare and bloody and triumphant while all of this still seems beneath her.
He leans forward, warm sticky fingers tracing now across her ribs, and lets his lips ghost across hers so her own blood stains the edges of her mouth. “Always,” he answers. He brings his other hand up between them and runs his tongue along a crease in his skin where her blood as pooled and begun to dry. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter or richer and the softest of groans leaves his mouth as he swallows it down. “I will never get enough of you,” he murmurs, his eyes heavy with the heat of it, like he’s on some sort of drug. “Not if I tried for a thousand years. You’ve ruined me, it seems.” He’d have it no other way.
He’s twisted her compliment around, as he so often does, but this time all Bella can manage is a giggle, rather than her usual teasing frown and correction. She melts into the whisper of a kiss, moaning as she strains to try and complete it, feeling the newly set stitches protest at her side.
“Can’t have ruined you,” she mumbled; everything was a touch warm and slippery and fuzzy, her words slurring around her tongue. “Too perfect to be ruined.” Her hand shifted to lay heavily on his wrist, dragging his hand down so she could pull one of his fingers into her mouth, tasting the tang of her own blood explode across her tongue and making her whimper.
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It’s one of those times when his focus doesn’t move, and his eyes scarcely wander. His hands are steady despite the blood coating his fingers. He wants it, longs for it even, but not until he’s done. He has never been good at healing magic, and so often when his loves come home wounded, he patches them up by hand. He wishes Rodolphus could see to this instead, but his brother is still out and this can’t wait. He knows Bella is watching him while he has her settled on her side, but he doesn’t meet her gaze. He’s careful, so careful as he stitches up the wound across her waist, the needle piercing her skin and drawing more blood. “Hold still, beloved,” he murmurs absently as she shifts under his hands. “It’s almost finished.” Just another minute more and he’s tying off the end of his thread. Only when he’s sure he’s done what he needs do does he duck his head and kiss the blood from her side. He doesn’t know why her blood is his favorite, but it always has been. His red-stained fingers ghost down her uninjured, bare skin and he finally looks up at her to smile. “There. I told you it wouldn’t take long.”
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Her lightheadedness couldn’t be blamed solely on the blood-loss. The raggedness to her breathing had more to do with his hands warming her skin than the distant pain of a needle piercing through her skin again and again. As intent as he is on the gash in her side, Bella is intent on him, eyes blown wide as her focus burns, curling restlessly in her gut. She can’t help but groan as he kisses around the stitches. Her hand feels impossibly heavy (all right, maybe the blood-loss was more than a little responsible for the dizziness), but she drags one up to press her fingers against his cheek.
“Beautiful,” she breaths out, smudging blood along the curve of his jaw. She already knows it will scar. Even if Rod gets home soon enough to give it magical attention, she wants this one to scar. A tangible, permanent reminder of this very moment, stretched out beneath him, her blood on his lips, his mark stitched upon her soul. “Thank you.”
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manichaeisms
Jessica de Gouw. • Like.
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conceited? you mean well aware of who the fuck i am? absolutely
ღ - kisses to her neck and shoulder, from Rabastan
“You’re distracting me.” But she’s far from really bothered by it. If anything, it makes her smile. “If you keep that up, I’ll miss and shoot him in the eye instead of the thigh.” Come to think of it, though, that might not be a terrible thing. Leaning back against him, she relaxed the pull on the arrow for a moment, enjoying the steady, warm support of him at her back.
touch starved | @manichaeisms
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My muse is feeling touch-starved.
Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc
❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.
¿ - write your own touches!
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I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them… that’s him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.
HOUSE OF BLACK
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url edit for @cruciotus ↳ the cruciatus curse infographic