#* clever as the devil & twice as pretty // about.

[burninq]

i don't write a lot of nsfw stuff cause actual smut makes me uncomfortable, but . . . Calcifer is a switch. he likes to be dominating ofc, but if he's comfortable enough with someone, he will let them dominate him. if it's casual sex or they haven't been together very long, he won't be comfortable enough for it, but once that relationship is heavily established, he's definitely open to being dominated. he likes power, it's really no surprise that he's into it.

[aubins]

It’s a simple thing, they suppose, slipping back into the familiar comfort of playing at being a noble. Like the mockingbird mimics song, this one mimics the motions of the etiquette drilled into them over the years. If they have the confidence to look as though they belong, then fewer people will care to question why a student they’ve never seen before is in attendance tonight.

They don’t remember where the dress is from— it is a gift almost certainly from a noble patron not worth remembering, because they would recall buying something like it for themself, but it suits their purposes for tonight just fine. Fingers curl around the string of pearls they had been handed at the door before Yuri finally kicks off from where they had been lingering by the wall.

It’s a rare chance for them to drink and be merry. Might as well make the most of it.

— black feather : maria

— white feather :

— string of pearls :

— small bell : balthus

— teardrop crystals :

[somewherebetweenrage]

slightly mad about my tag situation let's see if this at least makes them easy to find

[vintersang]

*   TAG DROP: Basics

❛   ✧  ┊ can you face what the river knows. ooc.

❛   ✧  ┊ and all was lost to the frozen heart. tagged.

❛   ✧  ┊ bringing destruction to the stage. delete.

❛   ✧  ┊ the cold never bothered me anyway. self promo.

❛   ✧  ┊ don't let them in; don't let them see. promo.

❛   ✧  ┊ where the north wind meets the sea. inbox.

❛   ✧  ┊ what do you think the stars wish for then. wishlist.

❛   ✧  ┊ she will sing to those who hear. audio.

❛   ✧  ┊ made of prophecies and ruins. drabble.

❛   ✧  ┊ strike for love and strike for fear. psa.

❛   ✧  ┊ has the dark in me finally come to light. ic.

❛   ✧  ┊ reaching from her gown of stars; gentle is her light. saved.

❛   ✧  ┊ destined to bloom for a single lovely night. artwork.

❛   ✧  ┊ cut through the heart; cold and clear. anon.

❛   ✧  ┊ what do you know about love. positivity.

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❛   ✧  ┊ she captivated all left in her wake. answered.

❛   ✧  ┊ clever as the devil and twice as pretty. crack.

❛   ✧  ┊ is it dangerous to dream. dash games.

❛   ✧  ┊ the dream that you wish will come true. mun.

❛   ✧  ┊ the snow glows white on the mountain tonight. thread.

❛   ✧  ┊ your land shall be cursed with unending winter. my edits.

❛   ✧  ┊ turning pages of a book to find you. open.

❛   ✧  ┊ let me see who you are; come to me now. starter call.

❛   ✧  ┊ are you the one i've been looking for all of my life. verse info.

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[graciegallo]

GRACE GALLO TAG DROP +

[nataliedunhams]

NATALIE DUNHAM TAG DROP

[castleofclouds]

Dream as Demigods.

nct dream as the sons of each god/goddess of mythical Greek God, this one are so hard to make but fun to do gosh <3

𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Athena Goddes Of Wisdom, War, And Handicrafts.

Mark was a true born leader, he had what it needs to be a leader of his troops.

His minds is filled with knowledge and wisdom, he loved reading book for most of his times

When Mark first discover he is the son of Athena he was astounded he never expected his mom could be the strongest goddess in the Greek mythology and he love every point of it.

He spend the rest of his days at cabin 6 or joined anybody at the training ground.

“Own the strength in your softness.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑯𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒈 ��𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Eros God of Love, Desire, Passion, And Fertility.

Renjun was just too loveable for most of his life, or he is just that one friend that always knew how your relationship will ended up like, he just had the vision.

Renjun love reading, watching even listening to love songs, he found joys in that.

Most of his days at the camp he spend reading his romance book in cabin 39.

He realized it quite fast that he is Eros son and he kinda shy to admit his father are a Cupid he often read in the books.

“Two people didn't find each other by simple accidents.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Ares God of War Or The Spirit Of A Battle.

Jeno were always calm for most of the time but he could went ballistic if somebody pissing him off.

He would always found himself doing the most hard work at his house and never complain, he always considered it as a work out.

One time he get detention because his classmates were being very rude toward the new substitute teacher, that's when he knew he actually are very strong for a normal teenager.

On the camp he loves training and use every each of his energy to train, his cabin only used at night, his cabin number is 5.

“I am the war you can never win.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Hades God of The Underworld And The Ruler Of The Dead.

Sometimes Haechan found himself to wonder and look at every dead people running around, yet he never questioned why.

Haechan love to used his glasses to hide the fact that he can see people that aren't living in the same world as him.

He hated his dad and he wish he never know him, how can he thinks giving him the sight could help him in life?

He always tried to run away from his camps and thinks his half-blood life were a joke, or he just wonder around his cabin in cabin 13.

“I have found so much beauty in the Dark as I have found a lot of horrors in light.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑵𝒂 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Aphrodite Goddes of Love, Beauty, Desire, and Sexuality.

Jaemin were always the center of attention, his beauty always catch everyone eyes.

He is so used of affection that he get from people that he started to feel more narcissistic about himself, the boy were living his best life.

With great beauty, there's always a weak heart that often felt jealous of his spotlight, but he doesn't care, he knew those people doesn't have what he had so he just left them be.

He loved staying at his cabin 10 to watch the sunset or just taking care of himself.

“Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Apollo God of The Sun, Light, Music, Poetry and Archery.

Chenle always the talented one in his classes, he doesn't know why, he never learned piano, but he knew how to play the notes, he never learn guitar but he could make a whole new music about it, he is just as confused as us.

He loved the sun and think the sun were a blessing for the earth and love to sunbathing under the sunlight.

He knew he was born different, he heard it from his mother that he is Apollo son and he doesn't complain if anything he was joyous, the idea of being the son of the Suns were too exciting to hear about.

His cabin are 7 and he would spend most of his times outside than inside enjoying every scenery he could find.

“We were kissed by poems, taken away by seas of prose.”

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Hebe the Goddess of Eternal Youth And Forgiveness.

Jisung often wonder, why everybody around him always told him that he looks young than his actual age, and would always gasped every time he reveal his age.

Jisung love keeping in touch with the nature and found himself have a deep connection with the trees and grass.

His first reaction founding out he is a demigod were pure confusion, he still recover from it.

At his cabin, cabin 18 many people come just to see him and always shocked at his youthful appearance.

“They call us dreamers, but we are the one that doesn't sleep.”

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Masterlist.

A/N

Before you commented, No. I don't know every piece of Percy Jackson lore nor did I read every book or a nerd of Greek mythology, I don't know everything about them tbh, but I love to learn and doing this scenario kinda make me feel fuzzy, like it's fun and warm? I love it, maybe I'll make it more in the future ofc! Comment what you would like on my other post in the future, or if you bored you can read my series? Girl gotta feed my family yk? Jk but it's totally okay if you had any suggestion, my suggestion box are wideee open. Just send mee~ anything. Please. Begging rn.

[myers-meadow]

The best gift he's ever received - Severus Snape x OC

Title: The best gift he's ever received

Pairing: Severus Snape x female student OC, named Minoes Haasse. Traits mentioned: long hair, afab, able bodied, older than 18, pureblood, light skinned, is in Slytherin.

Summary: During a fateful Death Eater meeting, Voldemort has a gift for Severus; a marriage. And with a marriage comes a wedding night. It turns out that this gift is his favourite student, choosen specifically for him by Draco Malfoy. Before long, the darkness that's been restless within him for years rises to the surface.

Warnings: 18 +, non-con. Minoes is a gift to Snape and he takes full advantage. Severus' gift is a punishment for someone else. Dark Severus Snape. Rough sex, hair pulling, man-handling, p in v sex, forced orgasm, sex with an audience, public sex, (mild) objectification, (mild) degradation, creampie, some mentions of blood purity, crying, begging, rape aftermath, arranged marriage, cuckolding.

Wordcount: 4908

This is my first fic about Snape! This couldn't have come to exist in this final form without the help, encouragement and many thoughtprovoking conversations of my dearest friends @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better & @devil-doll13, who proofread this for me TWICE. Thank you &lt;3.

Reblogs and comments are very welcome, I'd love to know if you enjoyed! &lt;3

Dividers by angels-aesthetic and benkeibear.

When Snape arrived, it was with the usual remarks and greetings. Nothing welcoming. Almost all the seats at the table at the Malfoy Manor were already taken. Everything always felt like a test when it came to the Dark Lord. But Snape was unreadable and composed, as always. As the evening drew to close, and Nagini had her meal, the Dark Lord rose, and gestured to the side, to Wormtail hovering in the shadows.

“Wormtail, won’t you bring our special guest over,” he said, his voice thin, but filled with an amusement that didn’t bode well. The ever loyal Wormtail did as he said, revealing a young woman. A student. Snape hid his surprise, wearing his eternal face of indifference, even though he knew her well. She was clever girl, good at Potions, at the Dark Arts, one of those students that showed promise, and never let him down.

And now, she was here, dressed in an already partly torn black dress, floor length, that, if it weren’t for the tears in it, would cover her as much as Snape’s robes covered him. The fear in her eyes was clear, the first tear had already fallen to the floor when Wormtail dragged her into the light, but she was dead silent. No sobs, no whimpers, no begging. Snape almost thought she was under a spell to keep her quiet, but knew no Death Eater would prefer silence over screams of pain.

“Severus,” Voldemort started, waiting for Snape’s eyes to turn to him, “you must know this sweet girl.” He reached out an inhuman hand to caress the young woman’s hair. Snape saw her initial reaction was to flinch away from the Dark Lord, but she resisted, with stone cold horror written all over her face. Wormtail copied Voldemort’s caress, and she gave him a frightening glare that made him back off swiftly, to the amusement of Snape and the Dark Lord.

“Your former student… Tell me, did you notice her before tonight? Such a pretty thing, sitting front row in your Advanced Potions class. Surely your heart and loins aren’t devoid of blood enough to ignore a girl this… This darling.”

Snape’s mouth grew dry. So that was to be the planned entertainment for the night. It made him feel sick to think that truly no one in the Dark Lord’s path was safe. Not even when they were students under the protection of Hogwarts. The darkness of the situation settled heavy in his stomach.

“And real sweet she’ll be, tonight. Especially for you, Severus.”

For him? That must be some mistake. He wasn’t some noble pureblood whose allegiance must be bought through political marriage, nor were the young woman’s parents involved with the Death Eaters.

Voldemort’s tone changed to something more conversational, lighter. “You see, after you gave us the correct date Potter was moved to a safe house, I realised something.”

The air lay heavy with tension and expectation.

“What was it, my Lord?” asked Snape, not letting his gaze flicker back to the girl.

Voldemort smiled. “I’ve rarely rewarded you properly, with something so pleasurable as this. Draco agreed that you deserve something to help you relax a little. So much so that he helped me a great deal, by choosing her for us. Minoes, her name is, right Draco?” And his inflection was purely cruel then.

Snape looked at Draco, who swallowed hard, before nodding. Lucius, who sat next to him, nudged him ever so slightly.

“It is, my Lord,” he said, clearly not as skilled at concealing his emotions as his father was. “Minoes Haasse.”

“A student in your year.”

“Yes,” Draco replied. This must be a punishment for Draco too, in a way that Snape didn’t exactly understand yet.

“And why did you choose her, Draco?” Voldemort didn’t even attempt to hide his sadistic pleasure at the situation.

Draco swallowed, stared pointedly at the end of the table closest to her, but not at her. “Because she’s the smartest and prettiest girl in Slytherin.”

“And now, she’ll be all yours, Severus.” And only then, did Snape look at her. She met his eyes, almost shy. “Why don’t you go over to him to greet him properly?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. When she caught the Dark Lord’s gaze, she held it, with just the tiniest hint of defiance, before she stepped closer to where Snape sat, to Voldemort’s left.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. Her words were softer than they were in class, clearly she wasn’t comfortable here. “Hello, Professor.”

Snape wet his lips at just the sound of her voice. “Miss Haasse,” he acknowledged with a small nod. Everything about this felt wrong. The politeness, the pretence that she was still a student of his, as if they were just passing in the hallways – as if everything wasn’t completely upside down for her.

“You can be a little friendlier, love,” said Voldemort. She took another step, within arm’s reach now. Snape pushed his seat back somewhat, so she could stand right in front of him. She hesitated, taking longer than anyone at the table had the patience for.

“A bit quicker would be nice,” jeered Voldemort. “We all know what’s on the menu today, so why draw it out unnecessarily? That poor girl.”

.

At that, Minoes raised her eyebrows, and steeled herself with a sharp inhale and she stepped closer, more determined now. Snape reached out his hand to her, as an invitation, to show he didn’t mean any harm. She took it, but avoided his eyes. Her hand was warm, and she squeezed his hand tightly, as if she was at the doctor’s and undergoing a particularly nerve-wracking procedure. He drew her closer until she stood in between his knees, her bum pressing against the edge of the table. Something surged in his blood, something dark that made him feel alive.

“See, nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured softly to her, sitting up straighter and letting his hands fall to her hips. “Has anyone told you what you’re here for?”

“A marriage,” her voice broke at the offending word. So that was what they told her about this. Perhaps he could give her some tenderness, to make it feel a little more like a wedding night… If the others at the table let him, that is. His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders, plucking at the buttons of her high collared blouse.

“Why don’t you take this off, first?” he suggested. She glanced over her shoulder, at Draco, before she repressed a shudder, and her shaking fingers got to work. Button for button. There were a lot of them, and the Death Eaters at the table were quick to voice their boredom.

“Hurry it up, will you?”

“That’s what you get for giving such a cute girl to Snape.”

Minoes sent a nasty glare in the general direction of the comments, but Snape tugged at her dress, sharply.

“Na-ah, miss Haasse, eyes on me.” It sounded like he was reprimanding her for not paying attention during a lecture. His tone intimidated her.

At last she reached the final button, and taking the audience complaints to heart, Snape raised himself up, caging her against the table, and tugged her torn dress down her shoulders. She gasped at his sudden ferocity, shocked at the violation. Once it was down at her hips, revealing a black bra, he took his time to caress her bare shoulders. Small scars from acne glittered in the light. He traced the lace trim of her bra, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

“That’s a nice pair of tits,” said one Death Eater to another, who agreed with an appreciative hum.

“Would be prettier if she had a nicer figure.”

Throughout his examination of her body, she held her head high, even as her fear and apprehension began to truly show on her face. Already standing so close to her, he took in everything. She leaned her fingertips against the table, as far as she could away from him. Reluctant or not; the angle of her head as she leaned back made her pale neck even more appealing. Where her neck ended, the collarbone, the expanse of skin above the bra, her breasts moving with erratic breaths… Delectable. To think this was the same girl that he’d admired from afar during his classes time and again – at his mercy. His hands flexed at his sides. His terrible, terrible mercy.

“What are you waiting for, Severus?” smirked Voldemort. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to break her.”

Comments and soft laughter rose up from the Death Eaters again: “If I had a moment with her, I’d show them how it’s done.”

.

Snape’s fingers curled themselves into a fist, uncurled, curled and uncurled again. One of his hands moved to her hair, pulling the hair pin she wore out of her bun and shaking her long hair loose. He turned her face to his, truly towering over her at claustrophobic proximity. Beautiful. And just for him. What a strange turn his life took this night. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt his breath on her lips, but he didn’t kiss her yet. At seeing that tiny flash of submission on her face something stirred within him.

“Look at that, she’s so ready for him.”

“If only he did something about it,” retorted another.

“What does he think she’s made of? Glass?”

“Perhaps he’s just shy.” Followed by giggles and mocking laughter. His gaze flickered to the other side of the table, before he pushed down the rest of her dress with dramatic movements. It fell around her feet. She pressed her eyes closed, feeling exposed in the cold room of the manor. Her panties were similar to her bra; black with a hint of lace, but it wasn’t a matching set. Snape envied the men at the opposite side of the table, who got a good view of her ass.

His mouth watered at the sight of her, and his blood warmed him down there when the shivers of her body pressed her into him. Snape tugged at a bra strap and let it snap back sharply against the skin. Instantly her eyes flew open and she attempted to slap his hand away, but he was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pushing it behind her back, leaning in close.

“You’ll find this all a whole lot more pleasurable,” he said, words measured, something in his eyes made her rein in her fight immediately. “If you’re good for me. Remove the rest of your clothes.”

And what use would it be? The moment she fought against him more than was deemed entertaining, a whole table of Death Eaters would make sure she was adequately punished. Not to speak of what would become of her parents – and she shuddered when she remembered the disappearance of the Muggle Studies teacher. So she tugged her panties down with her free hand, looking mortified the whole time.

The wolf whistles and comments worsened; about her nice ass, how she kept herself untamed down there, how they’d hope Snape wasn’t afraid of a little hair. He smiled at the glint of defiance that once again sparked in her eyes.

“Let me,” he said, and reached behind her back, through the curtain of her hair, and unclasped her bra. After pushing it down her arms, he flicked it onto the far end of the table, which was met with hollering.

“That’s more like it!” said one.

Bellatrix cackled. “Show us, Severus! Show us the girl.”

Minoes shielded herself in a meagre attempt at dignity, which Snape didn’t mind, but for tonight - it wouldn’t do. Rather than force her arms away, he took her hands and pulled them around his neck. A mocking embrace. Her hair smelled lovely, that same fresh yet warm patchouli that appeared in his Amorentia last schoolyear.

“Aren’t you just lovely,” he murmured in her ear, just for her to hear. “But you’re not just for me tonight. Can you do a little twirl?”

Immediately she stilled against him, and he delighted in it. Stepped back, he raised her arms over her head by her wrists, and twirled her around for all to see. She stumbled but he easily held her up like that, running his free hand over her breasts, giving a squeeze here or there, satisfied with the hungry looks around the table. Few of the men still had their hands on the table. The power he felt sparked through him as he showed her off, as much as the pleasure did, fuelling his confidence.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that,” said a Death Eater on the far end of the table.

“Don’t know what to do with all that?” asked a gruff voice to his side. “Should I show you how to treat a lady?”

Before Snape could intervene, Voldemort did. “No, Gibbons, she is all his.”

The way he said it made pride swell in Snape’s chest. Gibbons slumped in his seat.

“At least he could hurry it up.”

“Go on, Severus,” encouraged the Dark Lord. “I know you want her. Or would you rather we give her to someone else?”

.

He hated what Voldemort’s words did to him, what they’ve always done to him. Right from the beginning, when he was a teen, that darkness resided in him. He felt it open up and blossom in his chest as he looked at her, the Dark Lord’s words resounding in his head. What resistance did he have? He looked at Minoes; her wanton expression, the glow of sweat on her skin, her silent plead for mercy... She belonged to him. That was the only thing that felt true. And he’d enjoy her, Merlin be damned. Life’s been cruel to him for far too long, and this good thing that fell into his grasp won’t leave without claw marks all over– although he knew he’d never let her go. He leaned into that darkness as he wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her close.

“You heard them,” Snape said to his favourite little student, “playing time is over.”

With a voice so soft even he barely heard her, she whispered: “Please.” Her pleading look alone was enough to have him hard and weeping in his trousers. “Please, don’t.”

“After the meeting, you’ll have all the time for playing,” said Voldemort, over the Death Eaters mocking her begging. Fuck. Snape hadn’t considered that. A marriage, she’d said. That implied… oh Merlin.

He whirled her around to face him, and helped her sit up on the table, one finger already finding its way to her vulva, brushing the curls aside. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow it through, he sank down regardless, and leaned forward to spit on her pussy, pressing a kiss to her clit. Her gasps spurred him on. Truly, she was perfect for him.

Rowdy encouragement sounded from the table, with some complaints here and there.

“Is she wet already?”

“Bet she is, did you see how she looked at him?”

After another short lick to her clit, he moved up again, to sit in his chair. He opened her legs nice and wide in front of him. She resisted, shy even after all that.

“Open,” Snape said, voice stern like it was in class. Immediately she complied, and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Gibbons peered over Snape’s shoulder and pushed a hand inside his own pants. “She could really do with a shave.”

As Snape’s first finger pushed inside her, curling deliciously, he thought of how to take her. Aided by the spit from before, a second finger joined the first, Her hand flew to his wrist as her gasps grew louder. He pumped them slowly but deeply, going by the noises to know if he hit the right spot inside. There was no real force behind her grip, and the fluttering of her walls were good indications of how good he made her feel despite it all. Another surge of power filled him. Her other hand pressed against her mouth, to try and keep the sounds in. Another curl of his fingers and a moan made her lips part.

The response was immediate, with Bellatrix cackling victoriously as though it was her who inflicted the delicious torture upon the girl.

“Sweet heavens, is he good for something after all!”

Next to her, Draco looked mortified, cheeks red in frustration and embarrassment.  

“Does she really need all this, Snape?” another complained. “Bet she’s ready and dripping already.”

“Perhaps he can’t get it up for a pureblood,” cackled Bellatrix. “You should’ve found a mudblood, my Lord.”

“Patience,” Snape reprimanded, but he was running out of his own too. “Come, love.”

And with a tight grip on her thighs, he pulled her into his lap, her breathy “no, no, no, please” were music to his ears. In stark contrast to those lovely sounds, were the sobs coming from behind her, somewhere to the middle of the long table. Draco. He smothered his cry with his sleeve, as Lucius nudged him to stop showing his weakness with a furious look on his face.

It took Snape quite some effort to prevent Minoes from looking back at Draco, gripping her tightly by the hair in the nape of her neck.

“I said: eyes on me,” he warned.

.

She understood clearly what he wanted from this position, eyes pressed closed with fear, but she settled down on his lap nonetheless, her legs folded next to his on the chair. With one hand Snape held her, and with the other he pried open the buttons of his trousers. Even that took him much to long for his liking, and once he freed his weeping erection, he let out a soft groan.

“Fuck, look at that,” said one, somewhere next to Gibbons, leaning over the table to get a better view. Snape grinned, pride growing in his chest. Her eyes snapped open, coming face to face with the sheer lust in his dark eyes. Wolf whistles followed and even Bellatrix kept quiet.

The way he looked at her softened her resolve and she braced against him, trying not to grind into him.  

“How many have you been with?” Snape whispered. “Am I the first?”

He squeezed his hand around his cock, smearing the precum up and down. She shook her head.

“Only one.”

“Who?”

But the second series of choked sobs from behind her and her tortured look were answer enough. Draco. They must’ve been together – but in sacred pureblood families, love isn’t that easy. So this was both a reward and a punishment, two birds with one stone. Snape isn’t one to complain.

“Too bad she’s not a virgin,” said one.

“Rather a pureblood than a virgin,” retorted another.  

He aligned her slit with his cock. She gripped his upper arms for stability, pleading with her eyes not to do it. Looking up at her, his hand around her neck, pulling her closer, and the moment their lips met, he pushed his hips up sharply. Moaning into her mouth as she let out a high-pitched screech. Tight, so hot, so tight. He filled her completely and only half of him was inside. Fuck, her cries were bloody arousing. As if this was what he’d been waiting for all these years.

“The two of you are perfect,” complimented Voldemort. “She must be so glad that it’s you, Severus.”

He tasted the salt of her tears in their kiss and nipped her lip. The cruelty of the Dark Lord’s words was delightful. His hips rolled, in and out, languid movements, letting her adjust just a little bit more. The silent sobs made her body jerk in his grip, making her spear herself further on his cock. Part of him wanted to look Draco in the face and say: ‘See how I’m fucking your girlfriend? See how much better a real man does it?’

“Merlin, he’s such a tease,” groaned one Death Eater to the other.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Snape said through gritted teeth, not to anyone in particular. His answer was met with hollering. “She’s so tight it almost hurts.”

.

He kissed her again, wet and sloppy, grinding into her. His grip on her was so tight that he remained in complete control over both their movements. Despite her best efforts to stifle her sounds, she couldn’t help it. He filled her completely. Each sensation built on the ones before it in the most harrowing torturous way. Each time he slid out was a loss and a promise. Each push in dragged past all the most sensitive parts inside of her. When he was all the way inside he breathed out sharply, brushing his nose against hers.

“Now that’s not so bad is it?” he taunted, sounding just like he did during when he made her redo her potion in its entirely after messing up one tiny thing. When no response came, he gripped her by the chin. “Is it?”

Jarred by his sudden cruelty, she instinctively replied: “No, professor.”

“How does it feel?” And he pushed himself back in to the hilt again. The pace was slow, letting her feel every bit of him.

Gibbons saw his chance: “If she’d rather have a different dick to sit on, she can try mine.”

Bellatrix giggled and others cheered.

“Yeah, pass her around!”

Minoes’ gaze lingered over each of the faces with disbelief and disgust. Some of them were stroking themselves openly. It felt filthy, to be seen like this. As if being ripped from her boyfriend and gifted like an object wasn’t bad enough, they all had to watch. And enjoy it too. Snape’s hips snapped up, hitting her cervix and she yelped, losing her balance and causing her to stumble into his chest.

His grin grew sinister. “Well, love, how does it feel? Do I make you feel good?”

He was the only one who could control her fate. She just had to be brave. To say what he wanted to hear. Another roll of his hips made her whimper, the pleasure making her voice sound breathy and wanton. “Good, professor. I- ah, it feels good.”

“Yes?” he said, voice turning mean, even despite the lust sounding in his words. “Who’s making you feel good?”

Breathy moans tumbled from her as his pace increased. “You- you are making me feel good. Ah- fuck. Please…”

“Please what?”

Tears sprung to her eyes. She just shook her head and pressed her eyes closed. That wouldn’t do. Movements mirroring the cruelty of his words as he pulled her off his dick, standing them both up. She whined pathetically at the loss of his warmth and the emptiness that his cock left behind.

Digging his nails in her back, he whirled her around and bent her over the table, chest to the cold wood. His fingers trailed over her slit, before lining himself up with her hole. As he pushed in, none too gently, he pulled her back by her hair, close to the nape of her neck, as she yelped at the roughness. Her breasts were on full view like this and the hollers were immediate. Facing the lustful Death Eaters like this made her sob through the moans.

“Now this is a show!” said Bellatrix.

“Fuck, you can hear how wet she is,” said another.

One of them stretched out his hands to touch her breasts, but Snape slapped them away.

“No touching, Carrow,” came his stern voice, somehow still authoritative despite his breathlessness. He pulled Minoes close to him and squeezes her breasts from behind as he pounded into her at an increasing pace. Her back arched of its own accord, making him hit the best spots inside of her, clenching around him every time he did.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he mumbled in her ear, getting drunk off the pleasure. Pinching her nipple with one hand, the other moved down her tummy, and rolled her clit between his fingers.

The effect was immediate; her soft moans turned to needy mewls and she clawed at his arms, tugging up the sleeves to find purchase. “Please, please, oh please, professor, don’t- no, oh god please…”

With a sickeningly sweet voice, Snape asked: “Please what? Use your words, love.”

“I’m- I can’t… it’s too much, please…”

The mocked from the table was immediate, laughter and degradation mingling with the sound of skin against skin.

“Little girl can’t take it?”

“She loves his Death Eater cock.”

He shushed her, ignoring the others, pressing sloppy wet kisses in her neck and all over her shoulders. His fingers rubbed her clit in slow but steady circles, making her walls clench around him deliciously. “Miss Haasse, do you want to cum on my cock? Beg for it.”

Next to him, Gibbons spilt his seed with a loud grunt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Snape moaned, partly to mask the sounds of the audience, “now beg for me.”

“Please, professor- please let me cum.”

He pinched her clit to hear her shriek and buck away from his hand. Her vision went hazy as his fingers soothed over the sting.

“Do you want your professor to cum inside you, love?”

“Yes, please- yes.”

His pace increased. Opposite of them, another Death Eater reached his climax with a blissful expression and filthy grunts. Snape pulled her close to him, her face to the side, nipping at her lips with his teeth, too caught in open mouthed moans to kiss her properly but wanting all her attention on him and him alone.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled, “so polite, so good… Cum for me.”

And she did, with loud, erotic whimpers. Snape too, was close, and fucked her through her orgasm, deep and deeper still, before his hips stilled, grinding against her while all the way in. His lustful moan was similarly delicious, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment in pure bliss. It seemed like the darkness that came to fruition inside him truly served him well.

“Severus, that was wonderful!” said Voldemort, breaking them from their post-orgasm haze. He pulled out of her, turning her around and let her lean her tired body into him. He caged her in his arms, shielding her from the cold with his robes. “What a revel. Truly wonderful. Don’t you all agree?”

Sounds of enjoyment, some cheers and more pleased comments sounded from around the table. Draco’s sobs had long since dried out, now he avoided looking anywhere near his girlfriend. Snape couldn’t stop the smile on his face and pressed a kiss to Minoes’ sweaty temple.

“I assume this concludes the meeting,” he said, back to his usual matter-of-fact tone.

“Of course, of course,” said the Dark Lord, smile in his thin voice, “you two have the rest of your wedding night ahead of you still.”

His words were met with snickers all around, and a soft murmur arose as everyone stood up and got ready to take their leave. Minoes bent down to pick up her clothes on shaky legs.  

They were tired, sweaty, in need of a proper shower, but before Snape could apparate away to his home in Spinner’s End, Lucius stopped him to shake his hand.

“I’m glad we could solve this like we have,” he said, as though it was a business transaction. “She certainly seems… adequate. Her family isn’t much, but she’s from a good enough house.”

Snape just nodded. Minoes quickly threw her dress over her head, not bothering with underwear, just wanting to be covered again. Snape wrapped his robe around her shoulders.

There were more comments before they got away.

“If you get tired of her, you know where to find me,” growled Gibbons.

Or Carrow: “Let me know when she gives you a hard time. You gotta keep girls like this in check.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Snape said, to placate them. When he looked at the girl at his side, he found her glaring daggers at everyone else.

Once they were at his home, he let her in first, and she took her shoes off by the door. He pulled her close once again when they reached the living room, kissing her forehead.

“You were so brave…” he said. She shook her head, sighing deeply. The silence of the house was nice. Better than the filthy comments, than the hollering, than Bellatrix’ laughter. “I’ll run a hot bath for you. Why don’t you make some tea?”

Tea, yeah, she could do that.

When she sank into the tub, he wasn’t kidding; the water was quite hot. Spots on her hips or shoulders stung from where his nails had dug into her skin. He joined her, setting his mug of steaming tea on the edge. This was the first time she saw him nude. Going for the sponge and one of his homemade soaps, he made a mental note to retrieve the healing salve later.

Folding her arms around her legs, she said the first words since they arrived at his home: “I am glad that it’s you, professor.”

His heart surged in his chest. Putting down the sponge, he intertwined their fingers. “After we’re done in the bath, I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “We can take our time now that no one’s watching.”

[justawastess]

[  alisha boe,  cisfemale,  she/her,  muse 15,  heiress / pinkpantheress  ] welcome  to  show  name,  JUNIA  NELL  LARSEN  —  or  should  i  say  the  magnet  ?  …  a  quick  google  search  tells  me  you’re  a  TWENTY  SIX  year  old  SINGER who’s worth 50M .  you've  called  avalon  home  for  TWO YEARS,  however  something  tells  me  there’s  more  to  you  than  a  flashy  resume  and  penthouse  23A  on  your  door  ?  it  seems  you’ve  managed  to  earn  a  reputation  around  the   city   for  being  CALCULATED,  yet,  upon  further  investigation  it  seems  you're  also  quite  WITTY.  but  hey,  thats  the  kind  of  mix  that  keeps  people  guessing.  i'm  sure  as  a  CANCER  you're  used  to  people  commenting  on  your  TELFAR BAG  /  SOFT VOICE DRIPS OFF OF THEIR TOUNGE LIKE HONEY. CLEVER AS THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY.  HEAD THROWN BACK OUT THE WINDOW. but  still  we  can't  wait  to  watch  you  flourish  (  or  fail  )  these  next  few  weeks  …  [  zay,  28,  she/her,  est,  none  ]

Basic Information

full name: junia larson

age: twenty-six

dob: june 4

hometown : manhattan, new york

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: pansexual

face clain: alisha boe

label : the magnet

Her grandmother said on her 10th birthday. “Oh Nia, you don’t have a bit of sense, but you’re so damn sweet it makes up for the…lack of brains.” Needless to say, her grandmother was ushered out before the cake was served.

Junia was quite the oddball in a family of successful scholars and stars. The Larsons are known to be respected socialites in New York City.. Her mother, Angel, is a successful actress, and her father is the heir to a diamond mining company he inherited from her late grandfather. And there's Junia who was….talentless. But for some reason, her airy cadence, and amiable presence attracted people like a moth to a flame. She blamed it on being rich because no reason existed for anyone to like her. Junia wasn’t a stereotypical rich girl: she was charming and witty. 

The whole thing that jump-started her questionable career was a walk of shame. Twenty years old. After a night of partying hard, she spent half an hour hungover looking for a shirt and just said ‘fuck it,’ walking out of an expensive condo in only a black miniskirt, a bra, and a pair of YSl boots that weren’t hers. She walked all the way home without knowing the paparazzi was around. 

Junia believes she became famous out of pure luck. There was no specific box anyone could put her in: she wasn’t a model, barely a socialite, and known for being the youngest Larsen's child. But, along the way, more opportunities started to arise: being a guest host, appearing on shows, and modeling for high-end magazines. People loved the hot and fun party girl.

The more her fame grew, the more people wanted to know about Junia. The biggest topic about her was her dating life because of Junia’s previous promiscuous nature. Dating a partner was never a problem for her, but keeping them was a struggle. The media turned it around and painted her as opportunistic since she was dating other celebrities.

Personaility

Junia is witty, and charming, and loves to engage in witty banter with others. She is also a fun-loving, spontaneous person who loves to try new things and explore the world around her. She's a confident individual who is comfortable in her own skin and isn't afraid to express her opinion—even if it's controversial. She’s a bit careless, never think things through. She has a hard time taking responsibility for her actions and often makes decisions without thinking. And often acts impulsively.

HEADCANCON, POSSIBLE WCS, AND MORE.

Take Me To Your Best Friend’s House- name.

A childhood friend or someone she met early in the industry, Junia loves dearly and cherishes like gold. . They grew up supporting each other. You will always see Junia praise them for their accomplishments.

With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemies- name. in the media, they’re known to be close together because of a viral project for a magazine..What fans don’t know is they hate each other. But we always are set on projects together! ( I was thinking like music or something to do with modeling or something tv related) But they continue to work with each other because their fake chemistry works and makes them

Wow it's brutal out here

They were in short-lived relationship that got ugly really fast. They had a big blowout on social media and vowed to never talk to each other again. Well until now.

[cateyesinlove]

~Marigold flowers Bloom in Late Autumn~

AO3

“Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

Chapter 4; “The Garden of Autumn”

Observing the ceiling of the castle Elain realized that it would never stop mesmerizing her. The different hues of orange and yellow made the stained glass, the light that would shine through was so beautiful. She had of course seen it before some time ago but now she had the opportunity to not only see it but admire it. 

As the group made their way from the entrance to the war room, she could hear the high lord and her sister discussing the trip. She paid close attention to the art on the walls noticing that Eris had replaced many of the pieces Beron had. 

She abruptly stopped walking as she suddenly felt enthralled by a specific piece, A beautiful night sky with stars scattered through it, under it was the scenery of the Autumn Court with many different types of trees. Under one of them, she could spot two silhouettes, the shadows of two people, a female and a male. She could make the edges of her long gown and her hair, her arm stretched out towards the mal. 

“Elain,” Emerie called her name as she gently touched her elbow,  “ Are you okay” she whispered. 

Elain woke from her focus and turned to Emerie a bit confused, “What?” she asked Emerie with a frown.

Emerie turned back to look at the group who were starting to leave them behind, she turned back to Elain with concern all over her face, “You suddenly stopped walking and I thought you were looking at some art but when I called for you,” she bits her lower lip gently, “ you were looking at the bare wall.” she points at the space of the wall.

“No I,” she laughs nervously and shakes her head, “No, no I was looking at a painting” she reassures Emerie. 

“Elain,” Nesta calls her name a bit farther away from them. 

They both remain silent and join the group again.

“ How does it feel being here without having to sneak around, Seer?” Eris asked out loud without stopping from the front where he led the group. 

Elain’s face went red but she composed herself as quickly as she could. She did not answer Eris taunts and continued to admire the artwork walking next to Emerie.

Nesta turned to look at her shaking her head and continued to walk Next to Cassian. The High Lady and Lord walked alongside Eris with Amren behind them, a well-oiled machine. 

The leaders of the Night Court

Their second-in-command 

Their Generals 

And finally, their reinforces, the best Valkyries and the Seer 

“Regal and lethal in every way,” Eris thought amused sneaking a glance at his guest as he turned to face the High Lord and Lady when they reached the War room. A huge set of doors, decorated with different patterns in gold.

“Eris,” Rhysand called his name, “Should I worry about the amount of guards?”  he joked looking around and sliding an arm around his wife’s waist.

“It’s more of a precaution,” Eris explained, “With Beron out there I have too much at risk to not be careful enough” 

“I apologize for my son’s paranoia High Lord,” A voice made all the heads turn, walking towards them was the former Lady of Autumn. 

Elain froze.

 The impact of seeing the once bruised and beaten Lady in her son’s arms was too much.  How long had it taken her to recover from her injuries? She thought, Hundreds of pictures flashed through her mind, the lady being punished and tormented by Beron and his men. Her eyes scanned her body for bruises but her pale skin was smooth and perfect. Elain quite frankly had thought she might have been dead, she had hoped she was wrong but the former Autumn Lady’s state had left little doubt that Beron was aiming for a slow and painful death for her.

Catching Elain’s gawking at her body,  the Lady of Autumn approached her and gently held her hand out, “This must be the one and only seer, my son’s mate.” she examined Elain, “ Adira, former lady of autumn,” a polite smile bloom on her face as she introduced herself. 

Everyone tensed at the mention of Lucien, Cassian thought that Nesta was ready to throw Adira to the ground. Elain herself was irritated as it often went when people mentioned Lucien. Because everyone always only talked of her as his mate, the mate of the fire lord, the mate of the heir to Day, and on and on the titles came with being someone’s property. 

“Elain Acheron,” Elain answered with the best fake smile she could taking her hand. “Seer of the Night Court.” 

As Elain held Adira’s hand her vision blurred, one minute she could feel the hand on hers, and the next she felt like she was suspended in the air, she could hear her name being yelled but muffled by loud bangings of metal and screams. 

Adiras screams. Painful shrieks and sobs. 

( AGAIN TW; Violence, implications of torture and Emotional abuse)

“ You MONSTER!” Adira shrieked in pain as the whip hit her stomach, she tussled her feet and arms trying to fold into a fetal position but the restraints on both ends made it impossible, the guard designated to hit her looked up at a bored Beron sitting on an identical stone like the one Adira was being held on; Beron shook his head and the guard took a few steps back.  

“Tell me something I don’t know” Beron scuffed with a bored tone rolling his eyes as his wife recoiled in pain, her feet tied at the end of the stone table, her hands chained at the sides of it, stretching her arms, an extra ounce of pain added. 

Another scream erupted from Adira as Beron crushed her hand with his boot. 

“What I do want to know is where ” he explained calmly before increasing the pressure on her hand, “is the DAM LETTER YOUR BASTARD SON GAVE YOU!” He yelled as he took in his hand the crying face of his wife. 

Elain felt like she was pushed off a building, landing brutally on the floor. 

She gasped for air and reached for.. anyone. 

“ ELAIN!” Feyre yelled grabbing her arm as she placed her other hand on her older sister’s back and helped her regain balance. “What happened?” she questioned concerned, her eyes scanning Elain’s face. “Someone fetch Nesta,” she said raising her voice but her eyes never leaving Elain.

Some guards moved away from the feet of her bed and walked out. 

Elain perked up, realizing she was no longer on the floor in front of the war room but in a rather luxurious bed, she scanned the room realizing she was in a well-decorated and furnished suit. There were extravagant couches, and the golden patterns in the ceilings reminded her of Eris hounds, a hound surrounded by smoke. She looked down and a sigh of relief escaped her when she saw she was wearing the same dress. 

“Elain” Feyre said again concerned and fear filling her eyes. ‘What happened?”

“ I don’t know,” she whispered bringing her knees to her chest. 

“You had a vision,” Feyre said caressing her sister’s arm.

“I-” she stopped taking a big breath, the feeling of dizziness plaguing her just thinking about her vision. 

“ What did you see?” Feyre asked. 

She exhaled trying to keep the nausea in line. Shaking her head tears filled her eyes, “Something horrible Feyre,” she whispered. The 

An abrupt slamming of doors startled both sisters, entering through the doors was Nesta running, a smile on her face. 

“You’re awake, “ she said hugging her tightly, both arms around her.  

Elain immediately hugged her aback. The feeling of being in Nesta’s arms immediately calmed her, she was okay. She was with her sisters, she was in no cell, and she was okay.

Both of her sisters sat on the bed waiting for Elain to explain her vision and her fainting. 

“It was Adira,” she said looking around the room as if there was anyone else in the room with them, “I had a vision last night about Eris and Adira,” she explained but before her sisters could interrupt her, “ It was of the day Eris took down Beron. He had taken Adira captive and Eris was looking for her.” she stopped herself as the vision of a bruised and bloody Adira laid on her son’s arms. “ He went to the extreme of taking down his father that same day.”

“And?” Nesta prompted.

“He found her bruised and beaten.” She answered looking at her sisters. 

Both sisters gasped ignoring that a few hours ago they had been with the Lady of Autumn. 

“ What- ” Elain started with a curious tone, “Happened after I passed out?” 

Feyre wrapped her arms around herself, “ Adira caught you and of course, we all panicked,” she said, “ Nesta and I are were next to you in an instant,” She finished. 

“Eris offered this room for you while we talked to him,” Nesta scowled grew, “ He even offered to bring you in.” 

Elain arched an eyebrow, “What?”

“Oh yes,” Feyre said chuckling, “Rhysand and Cassian scared him, I am sure.” 

Elains blushed and chuckled she loved her brothers but the overprotection had gotten old. 

Nesta laughed softly relaxing a bit.

Feyre placed a hand on top of Elain's that was on her lap. “ I think that also a certain Spymaster told them to be careful around Eris.” Feyre said delicately, “ They are boys Elain, they probably think this means Azriel and you might be together again.” 

Nesta shrugged her shoulders sighing. 

Elain looked down at her lap, “I have no idea,” she whispered. 

Feyre raised Elain’s chin with her fingers, her eyes meeting those beautiful brown eyes of her sister. “And thats okay as long as long as you are happy.” 

“ He is not the only male in the world Elain,” Nesta said smiling placing her hand along her sisters.

Elain laughed and launched herself hugging her sisters. This is all she really needed. Them 

There was nothing in the world that could ever be as priceless as having her sisters.  

                                          ________________________

Hours later as the stars made their way out, Elain found herself walking along the castle hallways looking for the Garden. Her memories revolved around a small kiosk surrounded by flowers her eyes had caught last time, her mind had wandered back to it after her sisters had left, she needed to find it. It was calling to her and she intended to answer it. 

After a couple of minutes she finally reached the structure, there in all the glory stood the small kiosk surrounded by vines and flowers, covered from head to toe. It was a rather plain and simple structure, it wasn't big either, she thought it clashed with how huge the castle look. Part of her thought the small structure reflected her, a flower among the grandness of the Night Court. A flower among the splendor of a court, how her house compared to her sister was also a small structure with vines and flowers in contrast to the magnitude of the House of Wind and the River state. 

“Fancy seeing you here Seer,” a voice spoke from behind her.

It took everything in her to not roll her eyes. It matters not that Lucien and her never intended to complete the bond nor that she tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, enough people had warned her of Eris and she intended to listen to them.  

“Eris,” she said turning around and placing the fakest smile she could muster. 

“Why the scowl,” he asked approaching her, a wicked smirk plastered on his face, “Not happy to see the host?” he mocked her 

She turned around for a minute to climb inside the kiosk, turning to look at him once more. “ Of course not, I am thrilled to meet you,” she said

Eris stopped in front of the steps of the kiosk. Both hands were in his pockets as he observed her, “ You are more interesting than my dear brother gave you credit.”

Elain frowned. “Lucien talked about me?” she asked, she stayed silent for a moment and then asked again. “To you?” 

Eris chuckled and whistled a bit quietly, “ Wow he was right that you don't hold back,” he said. 

Elain observed him for a moment. “Can I help you with something? Or were you also just casually strolling through the garden?"

Eris's neutral expression was more concerning than his usual smirk, Elain realized. Not only did he look the part of High Lord but it stirred emotions on her, emotions she was not allowed to question nor unpack. She held her chin higher waiting for an answer. 

Eris walked from the outside of the kiosk until he was in front of Elain the only thing separating them was one of the half walls of the structure. “Be careful Elain,” he warned all amusement gone from his tone. “My father was is a bastard and deserves death but I am loyal to my court and the minute I see it being threatened I won't hesitate,” he threaten leaving Elain confused. 

“What are you talking about,” she quickly asked for an explanation. 

“I know Azriel stole more than what he came from last time,” he said eyes pinned on her own. “I invited you not only because of your power but because I need your help,” he said calmly. 

“Azriel stole nothing,” she growled furious, hands clutching at the top of the kiosk's small walls.

“Azriel stole something from Beron and gave it to Helion.” He said. “I want to know what it was and I have the suspicion that you may know what it is,” he accused.

“You are mad,” she whispered enraged. 

“Maybe,” he chuckled finally a smirk appearing on his face, “but I’m also right,”

Her eyes quickly scanned his face looking for something that could allied to him lying. 

“How do you know this anyways,” she crossed her arms feeling defenseless after being ambushed with the information, she was the spy, she was the seer, the one who knew everything, she was no longer the week fawn. “I am not admitting anything but Azriel is the best at what he does, even I didn't see him stealing how could you possibly know.” 

“Accept to help me and I will reveal all of the information I have.” He said stretching his hand.

“Why not go to Rhysand?” she asked suspicious of his motives. 

“Why involve more courts than already are.” he shrugged his hand still extended. 

“What do I get for this bargain,” she asked stepping closer, the kiosk wall still separating them, she had realized that the kiosk gave her the higher ground, she was taller than Eris from here, his head raising slightly to see her directly at the eyes. 

“Me” he answer simply. 

She looked at her hand and hesitated. “A bargain with the king of cruelty himself,” she thought but if he had asked for her for this reason, the visions might have been a push from the mother to accept this. A sign from her to help Eris. She inhaled and extended her arm. 

As her hand grabbed Eris she could feel the magic, The tattoo being formed from her knee to her hip. 

A deal with the villain of most of the stories she has heard since she turned fae. The thought made her recoil from his touch, the chilling sensation navigating her body and making the hairs rise. All her instincts screamed that she had begun a sinister game that she could never escape. 

“Let's talk,” he said as he walked to the entrance of the kiosk offering her his arms and a smirk that felt like a deadly weapon. 

[pinkacademic]

Studying Literature

I'm starting things off with what I actually know about!

Ok, Lit girlies, let’s get it started! How in the name of Jane Austen do you actually study literature? The answer isn’t just “lol read?” but actually find your passion for it, and find connections between you and the person one, two, five hundred years ago who is feeling and struggling and trying their best alongside this same text.

This is going to be a series of three parts- Finding the Connections, Themes and Context, and Actusl Studying- starting today with connecting to literature written 100+ years before you were born because personally, that’s where I think the passion for classics is found.

How it applies to Real Life in Modern Day

If you’re struggling to connect to characters from classic literature, you need to reframe how you think about them. Consider- Clueless is just Emma, right? Therefore Emma Woodhouse (handsome, clever, and rich) is just a pretty rich girl who likes playing matchmaker and is perhaps a little bit spoiled. Similarly, 10 Things I Hate About You is the Taming of the Shrew and even features plenty of references to Shakespeare in the naming of people and places.

Let’s look at a couple of other examples of how we can find connections.

Dracula: Of course, Dracula Daily has been bringing Dracula to the forefront again, and has been bringing about modernisations in the form of calling Jonathan Harker a poor little meow meow. But why? Because he’s just so meow, that’s why Because people are finding aspects of his character relatable and amusing. He’s essentially a recent graduate being given an insane opportunity for travel, and a great degree of responisbility- how exciting! And he’s learning about other cultures and trying new food! And experiencing the horrors! How novel!

Wuthering Heights: Catherine Earnshaw- a hopeless romantic in many senses of the word: she wants the romance of true love, and she wants the romance of the wilderness surrounding the Heights. She feels trapped in the world of what everyone else wants her to be after realising that what she thought she wanted wasn’t what she wanted. Heathcliff- a man wronged in his childhood who lets his emotions become all-consuming. Would you be the same in his circumstances? Can you be sure you wouldn’t be?

The Picture of Dorian Gray: I’ll admit that I didn’t enjoy this one. I loved the premise, but I just struggled. But still, I understand Dorian being swayed and tempted as if by the devil, I understand unrequited love, I understand obsession. And, weirdly enough, I have been part of two forbidden romances… like two nickels isn’t a lot, but it is weird that it happened twice.

Let’s have a look at some Shakespeare, then, while we’re at it

The Merchant of Venice: (Did I choose this because its my fave and I’m biased? Yes!) Forbidden love! Romance! A sympathetic villain! What’s not to love? The courtroom scene is right out of Legally Blonde- featuring girlboss lawyers in disguise to boot! And Shylock’s badass monologue calls morality into question. Here’s my fave line “If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”

Hamlet: Yes, by god, it is LONG! Listen, 15-minute Hamlet by Tom Stoppard will help you for this one. And so will the Lion King. Make it easier for yourselves, loves! BUT Hamlet is one for the Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher’s Ghost Files and Mystery Files girlies! There’s a ghost right from the start! There’s a whole slew of murders, and there’s a man losing grip of reality. Hamlet himself is a student who has lost his father and is questioning the morality of revenge. He’s such an old character that he’s been interpreted and reinterpreted a hundred thousand times, and if you go through the Royal Shakespeare Company among others, you can surely find one you can relate to.

My point here is that, though some of the characters in classics might seem distant, you can find timeless themes in these stories, and if you just push the boundaries of how you think about the characters, there is going to be something you find relatable.

Go forth and have fun with classics, while I work on the installment on Themes… no, we are not shying away from problematic literature here! Also, feel free to pop me an ask, a comment, or a dm, if you have anything you want to see!

[burninq]

Calcifer likes to be in control. if he's not in control, he's probably going to have a minor ( extreme ) freak out. he doesn't like when other people have control over him. he's allowed people to have control over him once before and he vowed never again. never again will he allow someone to lay their hands on him and hurt him in ways some people can't even imagine. he was literally burned at the stake, hung, and drowned, by the people who he'd grown up around. he knew those people. he trusted them, and the second they get a whiff of something different, they attacked him. trust is hard to come by now. Calcifer doesn't trust anyone and for good fucking reasons. he has to be in control and he can't trust anyone. that's just the way it is. maybe if he hadn't been hung and drowned and burned at the stake things would be different, maybe his need for control wouldn't be so strong ( i doubt it- he had to be in control of other people long before he was killed ) but because all of that happened, he has to be in control. there's no way around it. if he's not in control, he's going to spin out of it. and that is very dangerous.

[evita-shelby]

1980

Or Eva discovers why the names Charles and Diana were involved in the eventual fall of the English Monarchy.

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When their eldest children were born, Eva gave them names the universe told her would play a part in the fall of the British Monarchy.

The witch had assumed Charles and Diana would be the names of journalists or ,better yet, assassins.

She did not think Charles would be the grandson of King George by his eldest daughter, the now Queen Elizabeth.

Perhaps Diana is the name of the woman who will kill them, Eva had surmised until she met a young Lady Diana Spence at her own Ides of March Party.

No matter what the old woman did ---for Eva was now a whooping eighty-four years old--- the unsuspecting girl was noticed by the Prince of Wales right at her own party.

“What’s wrong with Tommy #4?” Eva asked her husband, who was not sharing her distress at seeing this ill-fated romance unfold in front of them.

“Eva, sweetheart, Diane’s grandson already has a girlfriend. The Canadian girl.” 90-year-old Thomas Shelby nursed a whiskey sour unaware the Canadian Girlfriend was not real. “Besides, he doesn’t even have the Shelby last name if you want to dazzle her, toss one Charlie’s grandsons at the girl.”

“Diana Spencer is not like that, she doesn’t care about class and that shit, amor de mi vida. Besides, the Canadian girl doesn’t exist, you told me yourself, remember.” The witch shook her head and grimaced when 19-year-old girl hit it off with the 32-year-old man who is not getting a roman dagger this year.

“I did?” he asked, such lapses were normal these days. He was still clever as the devil and twice as pretty, but it wouldn’t be long now.

Old age and death are a normal part of life, sadly. At least he won’t live to see these two get married, get divorced after a horrendous marriage and sadly, Diana getting murdered because she made the monarchy look as bad as it was.

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No matter, her youngest son will finish destroying their image. A shame Eva won’t live to see that scandal. She would love to read the red-haired prince’s salacious stories and see a biracial woman marry into the worst family in Great Britain.

A shame one cannot live forever.

A/N: Tommy #4 would be Diane’s eldest grandson by her son Tom (Tommy #3 aka Junior) named after his dad who is also named Thomas Bennett(Tommy #2)

[nvrcissasm]

in front of my  m o t h e r  and my sisters, i pretend  L O V E  is cheap and  VULGAR. i act like it’s a  s i n  - i pretend that  l o v e  is for women on a dark path. but at night i  D R E A M  of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb - i dream up a LOVER who makes love like he is separating  s a l t  from water…

Full Name: Narcissa Elladora Malfoy Name Origin: Unlike her sisters and most of her relatives, Narcissa was not named after a star or constellation, instead after the Greeks. Narcissa is a name of Greek origin meaning daffodil. It is feminine of Narcisse, which comes from the legend of the beautiful Greek youth Narcissus, who became enamoured of his own reflection - hence “narcissism”. Nicknames: Cissa or Cissy, but only to those closest to her. She does prefer Cissa over Cissy though, as it sounds less childish. Age: Twenty Six Birthday: 23rd December, Capricorn Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married to Lucius Malfoy Patronus: Narcissa’s Patronus would take the form of a Tiger Boggart: Narcissa’s Boggart is Death Wand Type: 13″, Elm Wood with a Dragon Heartstring Core Occupation: Socialite and Philanthropist, Dark Artefacts Curator Affiliation: Death Eater Ally Face Claim: Florence Pugh Key Information: Please see below the cut

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ;;   can be found by clicking here

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝘼𝙍𝘿 ;;   can be found by clicking here

𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 / 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ;;   ears that are always listening, rooms with high ceilings, the stony features of a face unwilling to give away any information, ‘clever as the devil and twice as pretty’, summer evenings and winter mornings, perfect paper creases, stargazing, ‘you’re like snow, beautiful but cold’, white linen, black roses protected by their thorns, the underestimated sister, the sweetest of smiles and eyes that are always watching.

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂 ;;   The youngest of three daughters, Narcissa was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and an appearance that would instantly set her apart from the rest of her immediate family. With her golden locks and piercing blue eyes, she was destined to stand out in photographs, contrasting the raven hair and dark features that were commonly associated with the Black family. At no point did this ever put her at a disadvantage however. Only a moment spent in her company is enough to see that the Black blood runs deep in her veins.

As a child, she was the princess of the family, in her fathers eyes especially, and it was from a very young age that she started being taught all that there was to know about how to be the perfect young woman. Narcissa picked everything up easily, whilst continuing to enjoy the finer things in life, and that was exactly what Cygnus and Druella wanted for their daughter - to become a respected Pureblood woman with the world at her disposal.

Growing up as part of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was, of course, not all sunshine and rainbows. Like many of the other families in their society, the Black home is full of secrets, scandal and betrayal. You name it, and chances are at least one of them have been accused of it. Of course they have their own way of dealing with it - Narcissa has already lived to witness one of her cousins and her own sister be disowned completely and she knows it is not the first time that it has happened. The fear of this happening to her for not being good enough, or for doing something wrong was instilled early in her life and it continues to hang over her to this very day.

𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 ;;   When it came to attending Hogwarts, there was no doubt that Narcissa would be sorted in to Slytherin House. The Sorting Hat barely touched her head before making its decision, and it was with her fellow snakes that she thrived. She worked hard to achieve good grades, and being away from the watchful eyes of her parents, she was able to find her own independence and sense of identity. Of course it never strayed far from what her parents wanted for her, but she was determined to ensure things were done on her terms as well.

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍 ;;   Although Narcissa is unemployed and has no need to find herself a job, she has always had a passion for dark artefacts and cursed objects, and has found herself to be somewhat of a collector of both. Only a small handful of people know about her collection, but it is something she takes pride in expanding. She has also been known to source and sell on a few objects here or there. When she is not expanding her collection, Narcissa considers herself as a proud socialite and philanthropist, publicly supporting a number of causes.

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙍 ;;   When it comes to the war, Narcissa has always followed suit with the majority of her family and naturally agreed with the ideals of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Most of the company she kept was often from the inner circle, but she knew very early on that she would never agree to take the dark mark, despite being encouraged on numerous occasions to do so.

[deepslowpanicfics]

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[prinvivi]

[  jessica sula,  28,  cisfemale,  she/her  ]  and  now  walking  on  the  red  carpet  is  VIVIAN ROUNDTREE,  we’re  honored  to  be  in  the  presents  of  a  world  class  ACTRESS.  they  say  that  they’re  the  embodiment  of  PRINCESS GOING DIGITAL  by  AMAARAE,  we  can’t  argue  with  that  one  !  rumor  has  it  that  they’re  DECEPTIVE   and  AMIABLE .  we  often  hear  fans  online  compare  them  to  SOFT VOICE DRIPS OFF OF THEIR TOUNGE LIKE HONEY. CLEVER AS THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY.  we  heard  that  there’s  this  one  thing  they  don’t  wish  anybody  to  know;  LIED ABOUT A FELLOW ACTOR TO RECEIVE A ROLE,  let’s  hope  it’s  not  true  !  [  day;  28,  she/her,  est.  zendaya acting cc  ]

full name: vivian roundtree nickname(s): viv age: twenty-eight dob:december 12 gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her oreintation: bisexuall occupation: actress

Vivian Roundtree’s career is quite the shocker to the media. A known upcoming star, who sort of appeared from thin air. People fell in love with star from her first appearance in the Spider-Man movies as MJ. During press she was known to be amiable, witty, and eccentric. Vivi, only two whole years in her career has been invited to big events in the industry. In short amount of time, she became one of the it girls and a proclaimed talented actress

Outside of the media eye, Vivi is a bigger mystery

See she has let the media turn her into relatable, humble figure, and she can tell you it’s all bs. Vivi is a nepo baby, a bonafide rich girl. In her world, only a few things are taken seriously, and she just goes with the flow for the rest of it. After you get passed her soft tone and her friendly ambiance. She's actually pretty damn wild.