#pureblood
Long time not uploading here - probably because I really dislike the new layout and my Xklit not wants to pick up my addons to make it look the way I am more comfortable with it but.. have this massive Star Wars themed Painted avatar commission bunch (from March/April)!
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It’s weird that everyone’s first thought on this Heartless is that it’s a new look for the Darkside Heartless.
Like, it’s totally gonna be something like “Neo Darkside” or something else. If anything, it’s the next step in a pureblood’s “evolution.”
I’m just surprised at the fandom that they just think that this is what Darksides look like in the “real world.”
Blaise Zabini aesthetic
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Lord Derriphan, Fury’s apprentice.
Imagine receiving the phone call that your girlfriend and the rest of her family were murdered in the night by Death Eaters, that you were powerless to save the love of your life - the woman you had bought an engagement ring for, whose flat you shared, whose future you had planned with. What was left? What was there to fight for now she was gone?
You swallow hard, deciding to gather her things from your flat and stick them in boxes, so as to not break down into tears everytime you see a rogue sock of hers draped over the laundry basket; you pawn off the silver ring, you put the polaroids you took together into an album and you try to remove her scent from the flat, half-hoping and half-fearing for it to be gone. Knowing you will never smell her sweet lavender oil again, nor wryly smile at her obsessive love for muggle rock bands, or hear the husk of her whisper late at night. It’s eerily silent: the flat, it’s just - not the same.
You realise that you’re the one responsible for organising her funeral as well as her family’s, since no one else is left to mourn them. But you know it’s likely you will be the only one in attendance - with James and Lily in hiding, the rest of the Order on the run. Where can you bury her? How can you mourn her? This vivacious young woman, whose warm palms you can still feel on your skin, whose thumping heart would pulse against your ear when you rested against her chest. The woman who was your world. The woman who was just, here.
Dorcas Meadowes was attacked by Death Eaters in her West London flat two weeks after the death of her fiancée, Marlene McKinnon. Hit by the killing curse, witnesses claim she threw down her wand moments before her death. The Order hosted a joint memorial service in honour of her and Marlene, wands raised to the night sky at the tragedy of two talented young witches, both aged 21, killed in combat.
