#morsmordres

[bis-art]

MORSMORDRE

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[sliebman10]

Morsmordre

He saw Bellatrix’s mouth form the incantation “morsmordre”, shooting the green skull out of her wand into the ceiling of the Department of Mysteries, as he dodged another curse and got knocked off the stone platform. The veil shivered ominously as Bellatrix stumbled and fell through. 

It felt as if time stopped as Sirius caught Bellatrix’s wide, surprised eyes as she disappeared. But it sped up again as he heard two familiar voices. “Sirius! Sirius, what-” Harry yelled, and stopped short. 

“Is he-” Remus said, almost tripping over him. “Oh, Sirius, thank gods.” Remus pulled him up, into a rough hug. Sirius didn’t speak, he just pulled both of them close. 

“I’m ok,” he whispered. “I’m ok.”

Word Count: 117

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #dept of mysteries fix it #ootp #morsmordre

[star-named-riddle]

Some part of me must have died the first time you called me (and some part of me came alive)

Day 18 - Adoration

Lord Voldemort placed the tip of his bone white wand on an equally pale wrist. He cast the spell in his mind, once.

The wand hummed in his palm and, for a second, nothing happened. Then, a jet of black ink seemed to flow directly under the skin, seeping into the muscles beneath.

The witch kneeling at his feet did not hiss in pain as so many did. She gasped, and it sounded entirely pleasurable.

The ink disappeared, only to resurface a moment later, this time through the veins, converging on the inner side of the forearm exposed to him.

He held Bella's closed fist in his other hand. Not forcefully, he did not have to hold her arm still. The back of her hand simply rested on his palms, her closed fingers wrapped by his.

This time, he cast the spell audibly, dragging the tip of his wand from the wrist to the centre of the forearm. The ink kept flowing to it, filling the veins, then spilling from them and settling on the skin.

"Morsmordre," he cast a third and final time.

He watched as the ink took its final shape. The skull and snake he had spent so much time perfecting, now painted on the skin of his youngest, most faithful servant.

Only after the ink had stopped dancing to the rhythm of the witch's pulse did he raise his eyes to her.

The look of sheer adoration there made him feel like a god.

Also on AO3 (as soon as I get home)

#bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #bellamort #bellamort microfic #bellamort september #morsmordre

[morsmordre-rol]

Morsmordre es un foro privado de Harry Potter ambientado en la Primera Guerra Mágica, con casi tres años desde su apertura (julio 2020). Durante este tiempo se han realizado más de 80 Mini-Tramas, 9 Tramas Globales y hemos avanzado 4 años on rol. Contamos con una base sólida de usuarios que en conjunto manejan más de 90 personajes activos y que han estado con nosotros durante casi todo este tiempo. Actualmente estamos buscando enriquecer el foro con nuevos usuarios, por lo que durante el 19, 20 y 21 de mayo, podrás ingresar a Morsmordre sin necesidad de invitación de algún usuario actual.

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#foro rpg #morsmordre #reapertura #rpg #merodeadores #harry potter

[siriusbx]

It had taken some time, but Sirius was finally back at training to become an Auror.  He wasn’t quite himself, though it would be hard to know that based on his outward appearance.  His brothers funeral was looming on his mind, and it was part of the reason why he had forced himself back into something resembling a day to day routine. Yes, he was better than he had been when the news of Reg had first reached him, but he still hurt.  He hid that well, and he was enjoying catching up with some work friends in the Ministry lobby.   “Its been a long time since I saw you last, how you gettin’ on?”

#morsmordre: open #morsmordre: starter

[black-heiress]

Bellatrix sighed inwardly as she took a seat at the bar, summoning the bartender over with just a flick of her fingers. The young man had seen her in there often enough now to know not only who she was, but to know what she liked to drink, and so it didn’t take long for him to have the drink in her hand.

She sipped at it, savouring the familiar burn which slowly ebbed away at her irritation. The source of that irritation, of course, was her mother. In the few hours they’d spent together today the woman had suggested not one, not two, but almost a dozen potential suitors. Many of them she dismissed almost as soon as mentioning them, citing their lack of funds or some other trait she deemed undesirable about their family. At least half of those dozen names though had been ones she believed could truly be a good match for her daughter.

Bellatrix, of course, had no intention of meeting with any of those men. She knew most of them, having either attended Hogwarts with them or met them at various society functions over the years, and not one of them had managed to pique her interest. Perhaps they could, if she was not so focused on making a name for herself before becoming someone’s wife. In spite of what society tried to tell her, she was determined to be more than just a broodmare.

As she took another sip of her drink, she noticed a figure moving beside her, preparing to sit. “This seat’s taken.” 

#morsmordre: starter #year: 1979

[maddyxscamander]

influences: maddy scamander;;

maddy is my inner child. she’s my inner teenager. she’s my inner college young adult. she’s a hot mess, a lover, a fighter, easily distracted and just wants to have fun with her friends. maddy is the engaged people person i have spurts of (though they were much more present when i was younger). these are things i love looking back on in my personal life that make me smile and get excited. because, yes, when i’m really excited i can get to maddy level. as much as she loves being out and about with others, she also will be the one building a fort in the middle of anyone’s living room. she finds excitement and goofiness everywhere which is part of her charm. she looks for the good in a world where everything is black and white, good or bad. she has never and still doesn’t see anything through that lens. everyone is worth something and she’s more than willing to welcome most anyone with open arms. she hasn’t gotten much push back, including with death eaters. her loving brain and her logical brain don’t often work together.

impulsively is maddy’s downfall. she doesn’t always make the best choices in the moment before later realizing she should have thought the possible experience through more carefully. she’ll have that realization and once she gets out of that situation she’ll make the same/similar mistake. it frustrates her and she doesn’t understand why the world doesn’t work the way she sees it. maddy believes love will heal all but will surely be proven wrong. and, boy. i’ve been there, maddy. i’m still learning right along with you but never lose that spark of idealism.

magical creatures cannot be ignored. the way she experiences creatures is with pure magic. she knows that’s where her magic is strongest and it’s something she’s proud of. newt’s work was of course a driving force in their home but she was never pressured to be something she wasn’t. however, she found her way and her way was to the creatures. my magic is with animals. no matter what they make me happy. they’re not judgmental and as long as you’re good to them, they’re good to you. maddy sees that in magical creatures. it’s a much safer place for her to spend loving time with just her and whatever creature she’s learning about. she’s following her dream and there’s nothing better than that.

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why maddy?

funny story about how i decided i wanted to create maddy: i wanted to use geraldine viswanathan as a face claim so badly. as i was looking through her gifs i knew she was going to be my free spirit. i also wrote a scamander ages ago and loved him. i even have the magical creatures book that i reference for heavily discussed creatures in threads. that’s how deeply i love that aspect of the universe. they’re beautiful and maddy is beautiful with them.

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extra influences;;

playlist.

pinterest.

#morsmordre: prompts

[wildheartmarls]

Though Diagon Alley arguably had a better selection of shops, there was something Marlene had always loved about going to Hogsmeade when she had the chance. The little village was quiet compared to the bustling London shopping area, but the nostalgia was second to none. From her third year onwards, she had delighted in the Hogsmeade weekends, both for the change of scene and the element of freedom that came with being outside of the school grounds.

Lost in her memories she rounded a bend in the street to head towards the Three Broomsticks, and it was only her sharp reflexes which kept her from crashing into someone. “Sorry!” 

#morsmordre: starter #year: 1979

[viogreengrass]

influences // violet greengrass //

Violet is kinda a mishmash of a few characters, or so I like to think she is. Probably the strongest muse is Cersei Lannister as she is cut throat, proud, and willing to go the distance to protect those she loves and cares for. Her membership to the deatheaters is only there to make sure that her selected core are safe. She would love to remove herself and run away from the shitshow that is pureblood english circles, but she is tethered to make sure Viggo can enjoy a life she only dreams of now. 

I would also compare her to Katrina Bennet from the show Suits. She is more than happy to put her head down and get to work rather than dance around the plans to get said work done. Because of the loss of Greggory, her focus has been her work, and she now laughs in her mothers face when the topic of betrothal is brought up. Not saying that her parents wont pull one over on her and securing her a groom, but the field is dwindling and Violet has now more or less accepted that she will be an old spinster. 

why // violet greengrass //

I choose to “create” Violet for a few reasons. I typically am more drawn to characters of gray morally, and being a slytherin myself, I wanted there to not only be a pureblood, but a pureblood deatheater that was pulled into the fold due to choices she made,and then faced the consequences of said choices. I want there to be a turning point in her development, but depending on how the war wages and her growing interactions with those on the other side, it may push her further into the mind meld of Voldemort’s followers. 

#Morsmordre;Prompt #drawing the death card on every try || musings

[georgettexollivander]

influences: georgette ollivander;;

creating characters is a highly personal experience for me. a lot of myself is put into them. which brings me to the badass who protects herself emotionally at any cost. i don’t have the experience of literally being dropped on the doorstep by my parents, but may have been by my father. the complex thoughts she has about her parents stem from the one i (don’t) have with mine. her love of garrick roughly mirrors my mom who did all she was able to do for me. she encouraged me, is proud of the things i excel in (like georgette with her wand making) but gave me warnings when necessary.

due to her abandoned issues she doesn’t know how to interact very well. she says the wrong thing without meaning to, she only believes in her ability to make wands but doesn’t believe she’ll succeed anywhere else despite her intelligence. where i want to believe in love i made her go on the other side of the spectrum because i have the same thought: if my parent could leave me behind why would anyone else want me?

all that being said, georgette is very much herself when it comes to her style, closeness with a small amount of people she would do anything for, she’s stronger than she gives herself credit for, she loves education which has followed her past her time at hogwarts and she doesn’t apologize for who she is. these are characteristics i share but also aspire to be.

i also get ideas from my search through gifs and photos. i don’t know many actors but am super picky before settling on a face claim. emma mackey was a no brainier.

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why georgette?

i once wrote an ollivander but there was a skeleton for her. not to say skeletons are a bad thing but i wanted to create one i could really get into — and georgette is completely different than the other ollivander i wrote. this is all combined with how there’s never an ollivander in most roleplays but i truly feel they’re an incredibly important family. when i have written about her feelings concerning the store it’s how i feel. the attack affecting the wand shop gave me such intense feels that i found myself choking up as i believe she would have. that one thing she loved was attacked. that’s highly personal. i simply love her and the depth i’ve given her. i’m proud of her character.

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extra influences;;

georgette playlist.

georgette & gideon playlist.

pinterest.

#morsmordre: prompts #the eyes tell the stories that the mouth is too scared to speak || about

[corruptedxbartemius]

Influences

Dexter Morgan - Dexter 

Rick Grimes - The Walking Dead (After season 2)

The two characters that I draw the most muse from for Barty would have be the two above. Dexter is probably fairly self explanatory, but if your not familiar with the book or the show, he’s a sociopath who also happens to murder people... bad people that is. He has a code he lives by, to help him sleep at night.  A main narrative throughout the seasons is his inability to connect with other people on a human level, even when he actually wants to.  Despite this, he does manage to have a handful of fairly successful romantic relationships, at first he doesn’t think he is capable to feel love, though his own emotions prove him wrong.  He does tend to border the line between being protective and being predatory over his partner though, which is definitely something Barty does. If he does allow that wall to be broken down, he’s fiercely protective of the few people he does care for.   And I don’t think I need to say that he’s more than okay with murder.  Like Dexter, he’s also very obsessive and meticulous, he has to be. 

Rick Grimes absolutely will not back down during season 2, all the way up to around season 6.  He does whatever he has to, to stay alive for the people around him. Though, I think what really caught my Barty muse was a scene in season 2 where Rick says; “If I see you anywhere near our people, if I so much as catch a whiff of your scent.  I will kill you.”    

As for why I wanted to write him, in the very first instance, years ago when I first wrote for Barty, it was because he was semi canon and I wanted to write a death eater. But since then, he’s grown so much along with me, and I always have to bring him to any group I admin, or join. He’s such a complex and interesting character, I never tire of him  

#morsmordre: prompts #tw:murder #barty crouch jr

[grimmscythe]

#grimmscythe #music #spotify #vibes #late night tunes #morsmordre #crazy donkey

[mxrsmxrdrepromos]

Frank Longbottom

Age: Between 25 - 30

Bloodstatus: Pureblood/utp

Ex House: Gryffindor

FC Suggestions: Ross Lynch, Jacob Dudman, Jordan Fisher, Joshua Basset

Connections with current characters: Gideon Prewett

Note that Molly will have at least one child by this point in the timeline with Bill not far off.

Traits: Caring, Courageous, Loving, generous, loyal, maternal

official opening: 3rd November

Taken Rules

#frank longbottom #open forapps #literate rp #oc rp #marauders era rp #discord rp #hp rp #harry potter rp #morsmordre

[morsmordre-rol]

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[memoirs-of-a-geek]

Iz, Justin, Ry drabble: 024, a hotel room with only one bed.

It had been weeks of sneaking around, being handsy with each other, and while things went far with Iz between the three of them, Rylan and Justin were still in an awkward standoff, neither one of them giving in. Yes, they touched each other and made out but as for going all the way between the two of them, Rylan would panic and shut down and left Justin reeling from the flip flop of the other male's mood. Isolde could feel the tension but she had known them both long enough intimately, that she knew something had to give before they could truly be one. 

Rylan was fidgeting with one of the ratchets that Dennis used on his bike a lot to help tune it, needing to do something with his hands as he was lost in thought. Right now, things were pretty even between Justin and Rylan, they were equals, despite Rylan not being a full member of the pack yet, but Isolde was Alpha and Moira was Beta, so Justin wasn’t a power hungry jackwagon yet. Isolde had told him that was going to happen eventually though, it had always been the plan before this triad started to build. Justin would be the Alpha male of the pack one day. He wasn’t jealous, he was worried, and bitter. Every Alpha type male he had met was a prick and relished in hurting others,  Greyback, Prosper, his own father even. Even though Justin was nothing like them, his mind wouldn’t let him believe that and it scared him.

He was too stubborn to talk about it, still learning to work out his emotions in a healthy way. Their scents hit his nose before he saw them round the corner, a sudden sense of ease washed over him. He hadn’t felt at “home” in a long time, but just their scent and closeness comforted him and gave him peace. Isolde held out her hand, “Come on, we’re going to go figure this out together.” Justin’s smile was warm as he wrapped an arm around Rylan’s shoulders when he stood up to follow them. His scent overwhelmed him, and Rylan felt weak at the knees. He had it bad for both of them, his trust issues and fear just kept getting in the way. 

They apparated to a Muggle hotel, Isolde apparently had already booked something, because she led the way to the room that was listed on the keycard she procured from her back pocket. Door was opened as they entered and was quickly locked and shut behind them. Jackets thrown to the floor, shoes and socks kicked off, Rylan’s hands were shaking slightly. This didn’t feel like their normal trysts where it was very much to get off than to be meaningful. He was also hyper aware of the one bed in the middle of the room. He wouldn’t be able to separate from them later on, unless he left or slept on the floor. Neither of those options seemed very appealing. 

Isolde kissed both of them, a slow drag of tongue and lips connecting, leaving Rylan wanting more. “I’m gonna go shower, and give ya two the space to figure out what’s going on between ya. I’m hopin’ when I come back, that this tension between ya is solved. I can’t handle the stress of this next step without both of ya. If we don’t solve it before facing Greyback and Rose, we might as well just be ready to go to the afterlife. We’re stronger together, I know you both feel it too.” she told them, grabbing a towel and stepping into the bathroom, the door closing but not connecting, she’d be able to know if they reached some tangible meeting of the minds before she even got back to join them. 

Rylan sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a breath he hadn’t been realizing he was holding. He could feel Justin standing near him, but he wasn’t looking at what he was doing. His stomach was in knots, craving and wanting something that absolutely scared him. A warm body sat next to him, a similar release of breath that mirrored his own. They sat there in silence for a bit, before Rylan groaned, knowing he’d have to voice his feelings. He’d probably say something stupid or it wouldn’t make sense. Justin’s voice was like honey to his ears as he spoke quietly, “I’m not going to hurt you… that’s what you are afraid of right?” Justin had gauged the stillness of Rylan’s body at his words, and knew deep down he was right on the mark. “I saw your face the night she told you, I’d be the Alpha male of the pack… we were so close that night and I could see all the color wash out from your face.” It grew quiet except for their breathing and the sound of water from the shower.

“I- I don’t exactly have good examples of men in power. It’s also the submission of it all, like giving up and relenting, letting someone else take charge of my body. It’s… scary.” Rylan finally allowed himself to admit. “If it makes you feel better, I’m scared too. All these feelings I have for Isolde… and for you. They are overwhelming. One second I just really wanted to beat the hell out of you, and then it just sort of moved to this feeling of wanting to protect you and take care of you. Plus despite having a general idea, I have no idea what I’m doing. I just know that I want you, both of you.” Justin admitted with a chuckle. 

(Below the cut is spice >.> if you don't want to read the spice, a basic synopsis of the ending is Justin and Rylan have their official first time, followed by the first official coupling of the triad. Whether you stop here or continue, thanks for reading! <3)

Warmth bloomed across his body hearing the words ‘I want you’. No one really ever had made him feel wanted and loved outside of Isolde and Dennis, who was his best friend, his brother, and now he had Justin. “I mean, in theory you’d still be beating my arse…” Rylan said jokingly. Justin smirked, laughing at Rylan’s joke. “I could direct you through it. I’ve done it once. Being on top I mean. There’s just something about you that literally makes me weak in the knees, just a strong sense of knowing you could do whatever you wanted to me, and I’d still be safe. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. But I am trying to deal with all this emotional baggage. I’m just a little fvcked up right now. I’ll try for you and Isolde, to be better, to get better. I want to do that for you guys.” Rylan admitted, reaching to take Justin’s hand, their fingers intertwining.

Even sitting down, Justin was taller and he leaned down to pull Rylan into a kiss, something chaste that turned hungry and hot. Clothes were stripped, skin bared, Rylan shivered and was instantly warmed when Justin shifted to be on top of him. Justin broke away from the kiss, breathing hard, neither of them had noticed the water had turned off in the bathroom, or Isolde standing in the doorway watching. Her skin flushed and her eyes brimming with emotion. All the stress she seemed to be feeling evaporated, replaced by the strength of knowing they were in this together now. Want and need consumed them, Rylan could barely speak except to murmur Justin’s name, he used his hands to direct Justin’s actions to show him what to do to get him ready, they were lacking certain necessities but they made it work. 

Rylan actually whimpered when Justin touched him, fingers moving to prepare him. It was overwhelming, his member hardening, desire pooled in his belly, and when the time came, their eyes met, Justin looking for certainty and Rylan nodding, finally releasing that tether on his control. Rylan threaded his finger in Justin’s curls, tugging him closer, his mouth placing sloppy kisses on his mate’s neck and shoulders, a groan tore from his mouth, echoed by Justin who had pressed into him, his hips moving into Rylan’s, chasing after that feeling that echoed in their bones. His eyes glazed, took in Isolde and he reached for her. She walked over climbing onto the bed, her slender hands pushed Justin’s sweaty curls out of his face, pressing her lips to his shoulder. Everything was intimate and felt dragged out, even though instinctively their bodies were probably moving fast. Justin’s dick hit a sensitive spot inside of him, and Rylan nearly bucked off the bed with a cry. Isolde straddled him, placing herself in the middle of them, her fingers touching him, the sensations were almost too much. Her lips swallowed the sound of his whimpers and groans, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. She tasted like herself and mint, a heady mixture, that he felt like he’d die happy if that was the last thing he tasted.

That was just her mouth, he usually enjoyed teasing her and eating her out till she came hard on his face. He liked all the sounds she made, Rylan was so cockdrunk, he nearly came inside her, when she placed his dick inside her, sinking down easily with how wet she was, gritting his teeth to hold back. None of them lasted much longer, Justin had managed to get his hand around her waist, two fingers rubbing at her bundle of nerves as she moved herself on Rylan seeking her release, he could feel the flutter of her inner walls as she reached her precipice. “Oh, shit, fuck!” Rylan came with a shout, hard and without warning inside her, followed by Isolde, her inner muscles squeezing him tightly, and Justin, whose body weight fell on them both as tremors shook his body. 

When Justin pulled out of him, slowly trying not to hurt him, going to flop on the bed beside him, Isolde moving to lay in between them, Rylan felt empty and lost. This was the part he dreaded, all the feelings that came with being vulnerable and he hadn’t had the chance to be vulnerable in a long time. Isolde murmured soothingly against his skin, her words not making sense, her fingers wiping away tears he didn’t even feel sliding his cheeks. “Ry, it’s okay, it’s okay… You did so good, it’s okay.” her soft words, caressed his ears, as he was finally able to make sense of what she was saying. “You don’t have to shut down on us, we’re here, not going anywhere.” she assured him, pressing her lips to his forehead, he turned his face and rested on her chest, hearing the steady pulse of her heartbeat. Justin’s arm fell across his back, pulling them both closer to him, after having fought with the comforter to pull it over them. His fingers traced circles on Rylan’s skin, soothing him. It was honestly a perfect moment, one where he didn’t want to close his eyes, in case the next time he opened them, it had all been a dream. Sleep tugged at him, someone murmured a basic cleaning spell so they weren’t sleeping covered in stickiness from their coupling, and all three mates fell into an easy, heavy sleep. Enjoying their moment together, before having to face the real world again.

#rylan brown #isolde finnigan #justin finch fletchley #dissendium #morsmordre #drabble request

[1d1db]

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