#bloodtraitortonks1x1

[thewrongsorts]

what crystal are you?

tagged by @beastmasterr // tagging @iselwyn @bewitchingbaker @nobleimportance @pcraspcra @wizardingworldrevealed @gobletofmuses @auriibus​ @bloodtraitortonks1x1​

CHARLIE — amethyst

you have an energetic and passionate nature. you want to taste everything the world has to offer. sometimes you seem aimless, eager and distracted. but when you apply yourself, you excel. you're known to your friends as someone they can depend on to brighten the mood. you have a way of breaking the tension and helping others deal with stress. however, when have you last let yourself sit with your negative emotions? when was the last time you slowed down and let your thoughts catch up to you? you can't run forever.

#m: i got no regrets [charlie] #tag games

[kindheartted]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 sent:   “ I’m not going back alone. ”     ( from: hadestown starters )

          « ... who are you talking about? »  

          confusion was written all over his face when he looked up to see if she really was being serious. although there was no one around the library except the two of them anymore, he could not help but wonder who she meant— it could for sure not be him, could it? what would he help with accompanying her to her common room, where his kind wasn’t exactly welcome? no, she really couldn’t mean him... after all, they had only been here to study, or at least officially, ted could not deny he wanted to see her for more than just better grades. but so much seemed like he was the only one thinking so, so... he was fairly sure she must be talking about someone else, some tall, scary-looking slytherin she fancied, maybe.

          « um, alright then, i’m going to... let you wait for that person then... » 

#‹ verse ⋆.✧°✫ coreopsis › #bloodtraitortonks1x1 #[ he do be a dumbass doe ]

[thewrongsorts--archive]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 doesn’t believe in library naps

Andromeda muffled a giggle at the sight of Alice asleep on an open book laid on the table. She generally didn’t work herself that hard… maybe she’d been spending a bit too much time with Frank lately.

“Alice?” she said softly, shaking her friend’s shoulder. “I don’t think this is the best place to sleep.”

“—Mmm?” Alice blinked awake and bleary confusion flickered over her face for a moment before she flashed the other girl a smile. She sat up only enough to look more awake, propping her chin on a lazy fist. “I don’t know what you mean. Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi makes a.... wonderful pillow.”

( Andromeda was right, of course. Between the growing political tension lately and Alice’s inability to hold her tongue most of their school career, there was a good enough handful of students she probably shouldn’t’ve been giving the easy opportunity to mess with her. )

“Thanks,” she added, a little more seriously, through a tiny yawn. “...What time ’s it?”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #alice v: as far as fast [hogwarts] #rp: alice #threads #thread: napping #queue

[worth12malfoys]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 ( starter call )

The war had finally ended. And when Neville finished helping re-build at Hogwarts, he returned home to help re-build some more. His gran had made it out safely, thank Merlin, but the Death Eaters pursuing her hadn’t spared their house. It looked more like a disaster area than a home, and it would likely take weeks to clear it all out.

But through this cleaning came many discoveries, one of which came today. Blown about his gran’s bedroom, and wedged under debris, were several moving photographs. When Neville finally gathered them all, he took a moment to study them. The infant pictured was clearly him -- he’d been a very round and very blond child, quite easy to pick out. In the first several photograph, an older child with ever-changing hair played with him while he laughed. And in the last... an unfamiliar couple stood beside his parents. The woman, who bore an initially startling but ultimately minor resemblance to Bellatrix Lestrange, smiled as she bounced small Neville up and down.

It had taken a few moments to determine who these people were, but the child’s hair gave it away. Nymphadora Tonks, and her parents, Ted and Andromeda. Two of those people were dead now, but the third...

The following day, Neville found knocking on Andromeda’s door. Gran had remembered her address from years before, and thankfully it was still correct. She had, however, declined to accompany him, mumbling something about bad blood between them and unreconcilable differences.

When the door suddenly opened, Neville realized he didn’t have a clue what he was going to say. “Er... hi. Sorry, I really should have sent an owl first. Is this a bad time? I’m, er, Neville. Neville Longbottom.”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #i solemnly swear that i am up to no good ( ━☆・*。IC. ) #parchment ( ━☆・*。Rebuilding. ) #where do we go from here ( ━☆・*。Post War. )

[blueeyedslytherin]

Is It Too Late?

     Was it too late? Had she made this choice too many years after all that had happened to truly make amends? Narcissa was a woman to be described as perfect, as a living doll with a picture perfect life. She came from a wealthy family, she married a handsome pure blood, gave birth to a beautiful son and always seemed to fit into the box of what a pure blooded witch should be. She was well mannered, beautiful, fashionable, powerful and wealthy. But beneath the designer clothes and blood status, she was much less than perfect.

      Narcissa came from a life where you are born into nobility and money, giving up freedom and choice in exchange for those things. She was raised to be perfect and never step a single toe out of line, her husband and her life chosen for her by her parents, never aloud to truly decide what to do for herself. That wasn’t the way things were, she was a Black, and she had to represent their family in everything she did. So, when her sister was exiled from their family, she had no choice but to accept that fact and watch. 

     She could remember it like it was yesterday, finding out her sister had married a Ted Tonks without their parents approval. Her father had hit the roof, shouting louder than he ever had before. She remembered her mother just standing in the corner of the room with a vague look of disappointment on her face, or perhaps even disgust, she wasn’t really sure which one. She could remember Bellatrix shaking her head in angry shame and leaving the room, calling to her to follow. She remembered looking at Andromeda, as if seeking help from her to plead with their father. But she couldn’t do that, it wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be proper. He was their father, and his word was law to Narcissa. So, with a sick feeling in her stomach, she turned her back on her sister and followed Bellatrix out of the room, never seeing Andromeda again. 

     So much had happened since that day that it actually seemed like another lifetime. Narcissa had graduated at the top of her class at Howarts and gone on to marry Lucius Malfoy, eventually having her first and only child who was her reason for living. But then...everything seemed to fall. Lucius got pulled into the service of The Dark Lord, her son followed in his foot steps, and the great battle for Hogwarts destroyed all their lives. Many died, her sister Bellatrix included, and her family was all but exiled from normal wizarding society. Losing Bellatrix was the hardest thing she had ever been through, knowing that since she was gone, there was no one left to remember her childhood. But there was another...

     The battle was over a month ago now, and she had spent her days since then trying to pick her life back up. She knew the important thing was that she had made it out alive, and so had her husband and her child, but she wasn’t the same without Bellatrix. And ever since her death, she found herself wanting someone to be with who would mourn her the way she did, but the only person in the world who would feel such a loss, had been gone for two decades now. 

     She wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but she had found herself on the street outside of the home she had found out belonged to her sister Andromeda, swallowing thickly as she put a hand on her stomach to calm the churning inside. Was it too late for this? Was it too late to try to see her sister, to share in her grief? She had heard that during the battle, her sister’s only child and son in law had died, and it was told that Bellatrix was the one responsible for their deaths, leaving their son orphaned. Would Andromeda even care that Bella had died? Or would she praise a world without the other witch in it? She wasn’t sure, but she knew deep down inside of herself, that she had to try.

     She took a deep breath and walked up tot the door, not sure how long she had just been standing in the street. She wondered what Andromeda would look like now, though she supposed she would look quite a lot like Bellatrix, since the two had similar hair and eyes; the thought made her wonder if looking at Andromeda would be painful for more than one reason. She swallowed thickly and raised her hair to knock, hesitating for a moment. It would be so easy to just turn back around and go home, to go back to Lucius and continue to pretend Andromeda didn’t exist. But what good would that do?

     She closed her eyes, as if she was trying to ignore the truth, and knock on the door. She opened her eyes to stare at the door, as if it would catch on fire now that she had touched it. Now, it was too late to turn back...

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #v; a broken world #thread: Is It Too Late

[licnbcrn]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 liked for a stater!

She’s quiet as she enters the yard, letting the wooden gate close shut on it’s own. It’s a crisp evening mid-December, and she’s bundled in a thick grey cloak, lined with fur, to stave off the cold. 

It’s unexpected, coming over this late, but she needs to talk to Andromeda, hands shaking slightly as she knocks on the door. She didn’t know who else to talk to, her own sister still sending back letters unopened, since the fiasco that was Petunia’s wedding ( Lily didn’t see  the big deal, she’d been polite right until that fat pig Marge had said Vernon was marrying beneath him. You’d think her sister would be GRATEFUL, for Lily sticking up for her ). 

“‘Lo Ted,” she greeted with a nervous smile as the man opened the door, looking very confused to see his wife’s cousin’s best mate’s girlfriend on their doorstep. Lily had come ‘round with Sirius a few times since graduation, and had even helped watch Nymphadora on the odd occasion the Tonks’ went out for a night. 

“Is -- erm, is Andy here?” she asked, though she thought she heard the brunette in the other room, probably chasing after Nymphadora. 

#post: queue | better late than never #verse: 01 | FWW #bloodtraitortonks1x1

[creeveyed]

“ enough of that. ” (could be almost any of my guys, especially if it's during DH

Princess Bride sentence starters ( accepting // @bloodtraitortonks1x1 )

Colin lowered his hand from the door, where he’d been frantically knocking like a madman. At the last safe house they’d been at, he’d been given addresses to memorize, and this was one of them. Which was good, because he was desperate enough to turn to a stranger for help.

“I – I – I was told… this address was… was safe.” He gulped, trying to catch his breath. “P-please, I – I need help.”

#all my potter babies #bloodtraitortonks1x1 #[ ✧ // ic | colin ] #[ ✧ // verse | wizarding war ] #[ ✧ // answers ] #lmk if this doesn't work <3

[respect-the-king]

« what do you want from me?! » (y'know what, I'm gonna make this one Andi)

torture prompts. [accepting]

Crowley wasn’t looking at her, couldn’t look at her. His wand was out but he didn’t wanna use it. This whole situation was insane. He had his former best friend tied up in a small room with the instruction to torture her. They hadn’t forced him to do it in front of them, but they were close by. Sick bastards they were. And what did that say about him that he had joined them in the first place? “I don’t want anything from you, Andi! I don’t even want to do this, they’re making me!” When he finally looked at her, all the panic, fear and remorse was clear in his eyes. His lip trembling, hands shaking. 

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #t: torture prompts #v: I put the sly in Slytherin #c: andi #tw: torture #yeah i have no gifs for this. #anonymous

[iustusetpeccator]

Autumn preferences for your muse!

Rules: bold what your muse prefers and tag some people.

Tagged by: @muchmorethanmuses for Viktor <3 Tagging: @bloodtraitortonks1x1, @pridcful (Hannah), @wizardddads (Arthur), and anyone else who feels like doing this. ^^

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

#headcanon: viktor #char: viktor krum #muse: viktor #bloodtraitortonks1x1 #pridcful #wizardddads

[ofgreeneyes]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1:

“Come on, you’ll upset Teddy if he sees you like that. I’ll get the muck out of your clothes as well.”

“Really, I’m okay. I’ve got a spell for all of it --- Hermione insisted I learn it the first time I turned up at hers and Ron’s like this.”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #⚡ A New Beginning | post canon

[thegreatworkofmagic]

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy, Sirius,” she replied quietly, leaning her head against his arm gratefully all the same. “But thank you for offering.”

"It is to me."

He murmured softly, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

@bloodtraitortonks1x1

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #mxsterpadfoot

[thewrongsorts]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 gets a starter for charlie’s birthday 🎉

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Tonks.” He was repeating himself, but Charlie really meant it; Andromeda Tonks had been a familiar, reassuring presence in his life since he was a kid, running around Hogwarts causing trouble with her daughter and pestering her with invitations to show Tonks the Burrow or catch the quidditch matches he could afford. And he knew Tonks had her mum babysit Teddy all the time, but he was still desperately grateful she’d been able to watch Pru this afternoon.

“Hope she wasn’t too much trouble for you.”

#post-war but au where tonks didn't die #bloodtraitortonks1x1 #closed starter #rp: charlie #charlie v: all the things i need [rebuilding]

[kindheartted]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1​ sent a 💬...

                                                                  « I don't want to have a baby. »

          nobody who knew ted, even ted himself, would have ever thought he would say a sentence as such aloud, but here they were - him and andromeda, lying on that meadow behind their little house, stargazing. everything seemed so incredibly peaceful; everything seemed right. but it wasn’t.

          « i mean, i do. trust me. »

          he sat up, looking at his wife, who somehow seemed to be even more gorgous in the dim moonlight; it was as if the moon was only there to shine on her face and nothing else. although at this moment ted’s heart was filled with love and admiration for her, his face expressed worry as well.

          « i just... we don’t know what will happen. i don’t want a baby if i can’t be there for it. and i might not be able to do that. »

#‹ verse ⋆.✧°✫ fern › #bloodtraitortonks1x1 #[ ngl i do like the visuals i came up with there ] #[ aesthetic and fluffy but make it ANGSTY ] #‹ rel. ⋆.✧°✫ andromeda ›

[thewrongsorts--archive]

closed starter for @bloodtraitortonks1x1​

“Hello!” James didn’t know a lot about Andromeda Bl— Tonks, that was. He might have met her, in passing, somewhere, but if he was honest, the only things he really knew with any certainty were that she was the only blood relative Sirius could still talk to, and that she’d recently received a few boxes of old family things which Sirius was wary of leaving her to sort through alone.

And there was very, very little James wouldn’t have done for Sirius Black, so here he was. Handful of odd dark detectors stuffed in the pockets of his robes, balancing a plateful of tiny cakes on one hand  ( You didn’t show up to strangers homes empty-handed. And he hadn’t had time to drop these back off at home between tastings and the Order errands he’d run this morning... )  to knock on the Tonks’ door with the other. “It’s James Potter,” he added after a moment, “Sirius’ friend.”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #threads #closed starters #rp: james #thread: favor for a friend #james v: so let's raise a toast [1st wizarding war] #queue

[worth12malfoys]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1​ ( smol starter call )

“Hi...” Neville glanced up as Andromeda entered. He’d assured her that he could handle watching Teddy for a day, and he’d been doing well... until Teddy had decided it was time to fill his diaper in a rather tremendous way. “Everything is fine. I’m just... trying to remember the washing spell.”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #i solemnly swear that i am up to no good ( ━☆・*。IC. ) #parchment ( ━☆・*。Washing. ) #dark wizard catcher ( ━☆・*。Auror. ) #nev-nev babysit

[tczier]

@bloodtraitortonks1x1 liked for a starter !!

THEY’VE both lost children and Arthur finds comfort in that, in some sick and twisted way. Andromeda knows how it feels . . . that loss and emptiness inside, that hole that won’t ever go away again. 

Arthur has come to visit the Tonks family ( what little was left of it ), now that Andromeda had little Teddy to look after. He feels that they should spend time together - both of their lives have changed forever.

‘ How have you been ? ’ Arthur asks, watching as little Teddy plays on the floor, smiling beside himself as the baby changes his hair colour randomly. He knows the answer, he knows it’ll be the same answer as the one he had last week, but he hopes for something different - for some kind of happiness.

#[ BLOODTRAITORTONKS1X1 001 ] #[ ANDROMEDA / ARTHUR 001 ]