#c: vinda rosier

[sofoulandfairaday]

That post you reblogged about the house of black which has a black haired druella you said changed your mind about how cissy got her hair. It also says druella died around 1955 is that cannon? Also what do you think her and cygnus relationship are with their children? Youve talked about walburga and Orion but not them.

Hiii! Thank you for the ask.

So, maybe it didn't come out right. I didn't really change my mind, in the sense that my preferred headcanon is still that Druella had blonde hair, and Cissy takes after her. However, sometimes it's nice to see a change. I remember having/reading (I can't remember if I'd thought of it first and then read it in a fic too or the opposite) a scene where Druella had dark hair like other Rosiers (Vinda did, for example, in FB) and Cissy got her blonde hair because of Bella. In a burst of accidental magic, Bella - who was already incredibly magically gifted - had turned her hair blonde and no matter what they tried, they couldn't get it to turn back. (Which, of course, implies great power + imagine Voldemort writing back to England with some vague but terrifying tales of his deeds on the continent and Cygnus writing back something along the lines of cool, cool - but HEY let me tell you what my firstborn just did.)

Again, Druella dying around 1955 is not canon, but it would definitely make for an interesting story. Girls growing up without mothers, trying to fill that void, how they would be perhaps more perhaps less involved in the brokering of their own marriages... I mean, the default Druella characterization in the fandom is that of Cold Harpy, which I can embrace... but sometimes variations are welcome.

I've spoken about Cygnus and Druella's relationship with their children here. It's one of my favourite pieces of meta I've ever written. The gist of it is that C&D love their daughters, but their family is a) imbued with generational trauma, b) they don't really know how to show affection, c) they are products of their time.

Material gifts instead of physical affection, complicated relationships with all their daughters - Bella being the one upon which most of the family expectations fell, Andromeda being the "forgotten child" which gave her freedom but made her bitter, and Cissy being the most spoilt but also babied to an extreme. All three roles are a recipe for resentment, albeit in different ways. They didn't do it on purpose, there is not guide to parenting in life, but it affected their daughters.

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Vinda: What would you say motivates Gellert?

Albus: Blowjobs.

Vinda: ... 

Vinda: Is there a second option?

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- A random idea but I think it became quite more angst-y than I had wished it to be but please bear it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The Fate Awaits

Albus Dumbledore x Sister!Reader,

Gellert Grindelwald x Wife!Reader

Part 1 ☆ Part 2

Tag List- @shopping, @strangesthirdeye, @omgsuperstarg, @killing-gremlin, @narcy, @blackhoodlea

GIF Credits to @suddenlyrise

"A hungry stomach, an empty wallet and a broken heart can teach you the best lessons of life"

- Robin William

Gellert Grindelwald always did what he want. He never asked for anyone's opinion, not even his own wife's some times. It was his nature, something none minded, neither his followers nor his wife, but everything has a limit.

(Y/N) had always believed that her husband would be loyal to her, but that imagination of hers had came shattering down when Queenie had whispered in her ears a warning of betrayal.

(Y/N) had thought nothing of it at that time, dismissing it as a mere thought of Vinda Rosier, a loyal follower of her husband, but that sweet ignorance of hers was thrown out when she heard her husband and that French witch whispering sweet nothings and engaging in passionate kisses.

Suddenly, (Y/N) understood that she was no love of Gellert's but only a pawn in his schemes against her dear brother, Albus. She was there just so Albus would do no harm to Gellert, especially after the blood pact was broken.

(Y/N) felt her heart was squeezed out of her and smashed against the cold walls of Nurmengard. She wished to point her wand at her husband and say the two words needed to kill a anyone, but she was weak. Her heart made her weak.

So, she did what she knew will help her. She send an anonymous owl to her brother and asked him to meet at a muggle cafe. She knew Albus would come to the cafe, always ready to help those in needs.

She only wished that he had forgiven him for her betrayal to her family. It was Karma, truthfully. She had betrayed her family, her siblings for a boy she knew for only an year and that man betrayed her for a loyal lady follower of his.

Her hands shook in her pocket as the cafe came into the view. A man sat on the chair outside it, a hat on his head, a book in hand. Glancing around once in a while as if he was waiting for someone. Albus.

The mere thought of his disappointed face when he finds out it was her who had owled him made (Y/N)'s stomach churn.

She lightly tapped Albus on his shoulder, making him stand up in haste and turn, but the time stopped as he looked who stood in front of him. (Y/N) turned her gaze down, not ready to see her favorite brother's face turn in disgust.

"(Y/N)?" Albus asked, still not able to believe his eyes. She had left all those years ago with Gellert after Ariana's death and he was yet to catch a look of her grown self until now.

"It's really you," (Y/N) sweared she could almost imagine her brother sporting his casual kind smile, she could hear it in his tone. Hesitantly, she looked up, locking gaze with his sapphire eyes.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you, sister," Albus pulled her into a hug, startling (Y/N) a bit. She hadn't expected that, but she hugged him nevertheless, snuggling into him and taking in his scent.

Memories of their childhood rewinding in her head. The times when Albus and her used to sit in the Hogwarts library with their noses buried deep in separate books, occasionally glancing at each other and sometimes, making funny faces to distract the other.

Tears brimmed up in (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes as she clutched to Albus. Albus placed his hand gently on her head, caressing her hair in a way to provide comfort.

He knew living and being with Gellert is a difficult situation and to do it for so many years without any mental support must be a next to impossible task.

"(Y/N)," Albus voice was the only thing she needed to break. Barriers after barriers collapsing, leaving behind a shaking, trembling (Y/N). Albus hushed her, carefully kneeling down on the concrete road, a latched (Y/N) weeping on his shoulder.

"What happened, sister?" Albus asked, once (Y/N)'s cries had became quieter. (Y/N) closed her eyes, Queenie's warning echoing in her head.

There is something in Vinda's thoughts; a grave betrayal in marriage.

"He isn't loyal." (Y/N) knew this for a while now but to say these words from her own mouth was like a stab to her beating heart. Albus' grip on (Y/N)'s waist tightened, his gaze focused on her face.

"Who is the lady?" He asked softly, though his face was stone hard. "Vinda Rosier," his sister whispered, placing her head against his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. "You don't need to go back."

(Y/N) wished this was a choice for her, but both of them knew that this couldn't be possible. Gellert would destroy the whole world to find her. They knew what he was capable of; the whole Wizarding population knew.

"Lying isn't a great virtue of yours, brother," (Y/N) said with a sad smile, lifting her head to look at him. Albus reciprocated her smile, his mind going back to the times when they used to run around Godric's Hollow to hide from their mother after they pulled a prank or stole some cookies from the jar.

Albus saw how (Y/N) had matured. A naive, careless girl with great potential for goodness turned into a mature, married lady being manipulated by her own husband to cause destruction. A broken lady with a broken heart.

"What do you want be to do?" Albus asked, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. He saw (Y/N) looking through her the corner of her eyes at someone on the other end of the street.

"My time is short, brother. Gellert will be aware I met you once I reach Nurmengard," (Y/N)'s voice was brave and quiet, she accepted what was coming towards her. She looked at Albus with a small smile.

(Y/N) silently placed a small piece of paper in Albus' coat's pocket. "With the blood pact gone, you can fight him, Albus." Albus nodded, wanting for (Y/N) to continue. "Do it for me. Don't kill him but fight him, win over him."

Albus gulped, chewing on his lower lip as he looked at his younger sister. He knew (Y/N) would never want anything bad happening to Gellert, no matter how much hurt she is.

"Will you do it for me?" She asked, standing up and wiping her tears with the back of her coat sleeve. Albus stood up as well, studying his sister for any hint of hesitation but found none.

(Y/N) could see the hesitation in Albus' eyes. She knew of the brief romance her brother and husband had shared and truthfully, she had no issue with that. But now, with Gellert growing stronger day-by-day, he needed to be stopped and only Albus could do that.

"For me, Albus. For Ariana," (Y/N) whispered, placing her hands comfortingly on his intertwined ones. Albus looked up, frowning slightly before nodding. "I will, (Y/N). For you, for Ariana, for Credence. For our family," Albus promised.

The witch smiled a bit at the mention of her nephew. "How is Credence, now?" She asked. "He is doing fair. Learning about our family and it's history. He speaks highly of you, about how you were there for him when Gellert mentally tortured him," Albus said, placing his hand on her upper arm.

"I never got to be a mother, myself, brother. I and Gellert... we never really had any intimacy. But with Credence, I always felt the need to protect him; care for him."

Albus smiled sadly at her. He knew of her wish to be a mother. She always had talked about how she wished for a husband who cared for her. A huge family with children of her own.

"You deserved better, (Y/N)," Albus stated, making (Y/N) shake her head in denial. "This is the path I have chosen, brother. But now, it lies upon you on what path you must choose."

(Y/N)'s eyes lingered on the pocket she had slipped the paper in before returning her gaze back to Albus. She smiled widely, hugging him once before trying to step back but Albus grabbed her hand.

"Don't go, (Y/N). I and Aberforth, we will keep you safe; away from him," Albus pleaded, almost desperate to have his sister back. "The fate awaits for us, brother, and we must not cower away from it," (Y/N) said, lightly freeing herself from Albus' hand and stepping away from him.

Eyes glimmering with tears yet a brave smile on her face. The sight broke Albus' heart into thousands pieces. He had lost one sister when he was young and now, he had lost his only sister; the closest sibling to his heart.

"Thank you, brother, for everything. I love you all a lot. Tell Aberforth, I apologize," she whispered, turning around and making her way to the empty alleyway nearby, ready to face whatsoever waited for her in Nurmengard.

Albus glanced in the way (Y/N) had before, realizing she was seen by someone of Gellert's followers. He turned and grabbed his book, apparating back to Godric's Hollow.

His hand went to the piece of paper. Unfolding the paper, his sister's clean handwriting greeted him. An address written in neat, cursive manner, along with a date.

Dawn, 2nd of November, 1945.

Albus noticed his tears only when it fell on the paper, smudging the ink. He looked up from the paper, glancing at the photo frame which held his family's last photograph together.

In front of his eyes floated the image of a smiling Ariana squeezed between (Y/N) and Aberforth. A grining Albus just behind an equally grining (Y/N).

The paper crumpled in Albus' fist as he took in the sight of his smiling sisters. His family was ruined by Gellert and all of them knew it. His youngest sister was killed in a duel between them and his other sister's innocence was tainted by that very man.

He knew he would do anything for them. To avenge them, to avenge his family. He knew he had to do it, for his remaining family and for the world. For the greater good.

(Y/N) apparated back to Nurmengard, to her room to find a figure sitting calmly in the corner in the black armchair which was always occupied by Gellert.

Ignoring the figure, she shifted out of her coat, placing it neatly on the coat hanger, placing her scarf beside it.

"How was your meeting with Albus, love?" A smooth voice asked, sending a shiver down her spine. From the corner of her eyes she saw him shift, standing up and making his way towards her silently. A snake.

Deciding not to answer his question, (Y/N) moved to the vanity, undoing her plait. "I ask you something," Gellert stated, grabbing her by her elbow and turning her around to face him.

His face was stoic, as always it was. No hint of anger or frustration but it was in his eyes, in his voice. It was in his behavior that he was angry, beyond angry.

"I am not aware of what you speak of, husband," (Y/N) said, bravely staring back at him, staring back at her own death-bringer. "Surely you don't," he sneered and she could almost feel him move against her, pulling out the Elder Wand.

"You cheated on me," she stated painfully, making Gellert tilt his head amusingly. "Yes, I did," he replied back, as if it was nothing. As if he had done nothing wrong. "Why?" (Y/N) could do nothing but wonder where she went wrong.

"None of your business." The tip of Elder wand touched her chin, tilting her head up. "Do it," she said softly, cupping his hand in her, dragging the wand to rest on her heart.

"Do it, Gellert. Release me of this pain, but remember, your time is short as it is mine." The green light of the spell disappeared as (Y/N)'s body was jerked back, lifeless, as it laid against the vanity.

Unknowingly, (Y/N) had written down Gellert's fate along with Albus'.

[a-song-of-quill-and-feather]

marceline wbw

B A S I C S

full name: Marceline Minette Riddle

gender: Female

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Tom Marvolo Riddle Lord Voldemort (father) Adelaide Vinda Rosier (mother) 

birthplace: England

job: Student, Unspeakable (after Hogwarts)

phobias: dark cramped spaces, losing her sense of self

guilty pleasures: poetry books, chocolate frogs

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: True Neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Marceline x Harry , Marceline x Draco

ot3: n/a

brotp: Marceline & Pansy , Marceline & Theo , Marceline & Blaise

notp: n/a

Send me an OC for ‘WBW’

[corda-comminuta]

Friend or Foe

@tenebriscoronam​, continued from here: X

    corda-comminuta [Vinda Rosier]. ‘ “ i’m not afraid to die ” ’

DARKNESS CROWNED ♛❝ If you come on behalf of Grindelwald, don’t further waste my time. ❞  Would she find him C R U E L ?  Blood trailing down BRUISED &&. BLOODIED KNUCKLES AND MAW ; the duel had not begun in his favor &&. though the tides had turned, he looked none the better.  Misfortune befell the ill-prepared: for the dragonologist had not shied from playing dirty —— UNFORGIVABLE CURSES fresh upon his tongue &&. yet what annoyance the Pureblood would derive was simply that he could still feel one man’s skin between his teeth.

BLINKING ONCE. TWICE. SOLEMN. BY THE END OF IT ALL, Gellert may well expect her to do just that: die.  All in the name of his cause.  His life.  His beliefs.  He’d seen it before — though never to this scale — &&. he full well anticipated he’d see it again. Melkor wouldn’t debate the efficiency of it … but nor would he be apart of it, should he not be at it’s helm.

                                             It wasn’t the way of so called ‘ beasts ’ :                       leaders laying down their lives to protect their elders &&. offspring.                                                         It was the way of men :                                                           CULT MENTALITY.

Yet, who was he, dark wizard, to speak so highly —— ?  Sigh breathed H E A V I L Y.  Crimson eyes considering her, but he doesn’t lower his wand. Assuredly, she could be a formidable THREAT, but he anticipates that had she desired to be such, they wouldn’t be having this conversation ( but he’s never been one to back down first ). ❝ I would not join him, even if you asked it of me. ❞

Vinda had anticipated that no honeyed words would impress the prideful dragonologist, that he was different from the wizards she had swayed to their side so easily using her refined charm. And yet, it had come as a surprise to even her how powerful he truly was, how he was more than holding his ground in a duel with a woman trained by no one other than Gellert Grindelwald himself.

By now, Vinda's breathing was accelerated, a trail of blood trickled down the side of her face, and her instincts were screaming at her to run. However, she had long learned to suppress and ignore her body's screams, hence her expression was as level and unreadable as always as she barely managed to dodge a curse that would have resulted in her guaranteed death.

“It is most unfortunate,” she began, and her tone was almost sympathetic, “that Monsieur Grindelwald's exact orders are that you are to either ally yourself with him or die. There is no other choice for you, Monsieur Oerelan. Protego Diabolica!”

And then, she was dancing – one step to the right, a turn, another – dancing as a bright blue flame burst forth from the tip of Vinda’s wand and soon turned into a blazing circle that surrounded them, and Vinda's movements changed from those of a dancer to those of a conductor the very moment her circle had fully formed, with her wand having become her baton.

Whether Monsieur Oerelan perished in the flames or not, she didn't know, for it was in that very moment that dark spots were dancing across her vision, soon increasing in number and size before she collapsed on the hard ground.

[smoke-mirrors-action]

@darkrevclution

Note: Restarting with a new set-up.

Henry closed his eyes tight against encroaching daylight and buried deeper into the sheets, but there was a clatter in the room. His head was pounding mercilessly. Reluctantly, he peeled one eye open, if only to establish just where he was waking up in this time. A squat, powerful shape was drawing back long curtains in bottle-green velvet. Another blink, and he recognized his own bedroom at the apartment in London. A bleary look at his Muggle-made wristwatch told him it was two in the afternoon.

The source of the clatter became evident as Arthur tied up the curtains and rolled the breakfast trolley up to the bed.  Henry groaned and sank back into the bed. "Go away, Arthur. Tell them I'm out. Unless it's a relative, in which case tell them I'm dead." The only reason Arthur would bring up breakfast before it was called for was if Henry Rosier's attention was required, and that typically meant guests.

Arthur was not a house-elf. Henry would not have the ugly little things in his sight if he could help it. He was a Squib from a mixed-blood family that had served the family for generations, and paid very handsomely, too. The overall impression anyone would have of Arthur Smythe was of a moustache under bushy eyebrows.

"It's Mrs Vinda Rosier, sir," said Arthur, stubbornly pouring the tea.

Henry rubbed his eyes and sighed. "...Fine. Ler her in, with fair warning." Vinda was one of a very special caste of people: Relatives whose company Henry enjoyed. Arthur bowed and retreated.

Henry kicked off the mess of sheets and found himself still partly in yesterday's clothes. He recalled a rather elegant party, a pair of saucy girls, a fair deal of wine and spirits, and, now he thought of it, tottering off into his waiting carriage sometime in the morning. Of actually reaching bed, he remembered nothing. There had been rather a lot of nights like that recently. The details varied: Parties, clubs, poetry readings, midnight operas, anything to get out of his head and forget. They all ended in a headache.

God, what misery. The words of the spell came to his dry lips automatically, clearing the headache and the slight rumble of nausea. Magic could never replace a nice long bath, but he did what he could. The banging of the wardrobe door made his teeth ache, but he held out his hands for the embroidered dressing gown to wrap itself around him. He slipped his feet into a pair of slippers and ran his hand through his hair, perfect barbershop waves appearing in their wake.

A sip of tea, a bun swiftly stuffed into his mouth, a bottle of whiskey quickly grabbed from the bedroom drinks cabinet, and a still somewhat dishevelled Henry Rosier wandered out into the wide open living room. Its decor was immaculate in pale cream and warm tones accentuated with velvet throw pillows and curtains, ornate plastering of an older era off-setting the modern furniture. He was the only messy thing in it.

"Morning, coz," said Henry to Vinda, brandishing the bottle. "Care for a snifter?"

[wemadeemcocoa]

your muse’s sexual traits

Queenie Goldstein

INCLINATIONS & HABITS

submissive / dominant / prefers to top / prefers to bottom / likes to switch / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / pansexual / demisexual / asexual / enjoys sex with men / enjoys sex with women / enjoys sex with multiple people at one time / initiates / waits for partner to initiate / spits / swallows / morning sex / night sex / sex at any time / no sex drive / low sex drive / average sex drive / high sex drive / hypersexual

BODY & APPEARANCE

slender build / medium build / athletic build / muscular build / curvy build / voluptuous build / wears boxers / wears lingerie / goes commando / shaves / waxes / cup size a-c  / cup size d-f / 1-5” in length / 6-9” in length / 10” or over in length

SOUNDS

silent / quiet / loud / grows in volume over time / bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves / calls out partner’s name / curses / fakes / exaggerates / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner / turned on by dirty talk / turned off by dirty talk

TURN-ONS & KINKS

having their hands pinned / pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair / being watched (by their partner) / being watched (by a third party) / watching their partner / receiving oral / giving oral / calling their partner ‘daddy’ / being called ‘daddy’ / giving praise / receiving praise / biting / marking / being bitten / marked / spanking / being spanked / teasing / being teased / having toys used on them / using toys on their partner / giving anal / receiving anal / choking / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up  / tying their partner up / being worshipped / worshipping their partner / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / knife play / blood play / being pegged / pegging their partner / whipping / being whipped

PLACES

bedroom / shower / bath / pool / ocean / kitchen / home bathroom / public bathroom / car / tent / alleyway / field / forest / school / empty abandoned building / library / rooftop / terrace / dressing room / elevator / parking lot / museum / cemetery / beach / closet / hospital

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Tagging: @vinda-rosier-gg @duchasgraves @amagizoologistscase @was-wicked and whoever might not be tagged because IDK who had been

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Vinda: How many times have you smiled to yourself thinking of Albus?

Gellert: Only three to four times...

Vinda: Since when? Last month? Last week? This week? Today?

Gellert: I've already given my answer. That's all you're going to get.

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Vinda: How did you two get into a car accident?

Albus: Well, there was this deer on the road and Gellert didn’t notice so I said, ‘Gellert, deer.’

Vinda: And?

Albus, elbows Gellert: Tell her what you answered.

Gellert, sighs: Yes, honey?

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Albus: This food is too hot. I can’t eat it.

Gellert: You’re too hot but I still eat you.

Vinda: *slams knife and fork down* I SWEAR-

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Vinda: Fuck, marry, kill: Albus, Credence, Abernathy

Gellert: Fuck Abernathy, Marry Albus, Kill Newt.

Newt: I wasn’t even one of the options, what the fuck?

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Gellert: Albus loves to be on top.

Vinda: ...

Gellert: I mean, Professor Dumbledore.

Vinda: ...

Gellert: I mean, on top of things. In Hogwarts.                

[incorrect-grindeldore]

[at Albus and Gellert's wedding]

Minister: Should anyone have a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Vinda: [glances around]

Vinda: Really? We're all just going to let this happen?

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Gellert: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Vinda: You were flirting with Albus Dumbledore.

Gellert: So what? He's my husband.

Vinda: You asked him if he was single.

Vinda: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Gellert: Welcome to the Fuck Albus Dumbledore Club!

Gellert: In this club, we fuck Al-

Vinda: [running out of the room] This is not what I thought it was!

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Gellert, about Elphias: That idiot ruined it for me with Albus!

Vinda: Why, has he been controlling your personality for the last few years?