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[serashapes]

@hauntedscreams @xkilljxy

#;sera #;lucius #;jackson #;inspo

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"for once in my life?" sera laughed, but there was no amusement in it. "I mean, shit. almost all I do is what people tell me to do or did you forget how I ended up engaged to your brother in the first place? what I do for my own good, and maybe the only thing that I do for my own good, is what just feels right in my gut. it can't matter what you say or any reason behind it. this isn't the shit that can knock me down." her eyes were jet black. "I already feel all I can feel about it. seeing a face won't change that. I see faces all the damn time. so who cares? just don't think about it." she shook her head. "it's not a skill. you just have to drown it out with other shit. drink, dance, fuck until you can't think, just get a damn adrenaline rush somehow. it'll go away."

Something cool and dark settled deep in the pit of Cordelia's stomach. At one time, she'd been a villain, painted in dark, angry reds and vicious stark blacks. Now she wore a soft blue, something both right and wrong about it all at once. She pushed herself up from where she rested, quickly blocking the doorway and lifting a hand. "I'm telling you this for your own good, for once in your life, don't do something just because someone tells you not to, because occasionally, they're telling you not to for a reason." It might have been inevitable, that Sera would end up in there, and maybe she should have just let her. Let someone else deal with the exact same kind of misery she was struggling with. "I can't just turn my brain off. It's not one of my skills."

#c; cordelia #;talks

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sera cast a sidelong look at cordelia and shook her head. her hair turned to a dusty orange. "you haven't." she decided. "i mean, fuck it. maybe bold just fucking suits me and all. so you mighta killed somebody, fine, but you hadn't murdered no one." it splintered the soul. she sighed. maybe this wasn't fun afterall. "you know I gotta go in the smoking room now, right?" her hair lost a bit more saturation. "I feel like it is only a nightmare if you think about it. don't think about it. it's just something that's happening. it'll change soon. everything eventually changes again."

"It's bold of you to assume that I've never murdered someone before." Cordelia's shoulders sank, back pressed against the cool wall behind her, grounded in that moment of feeling something solid. Her eyes finally turned. up to Sera, wet and red and raw. "Don't go into the smoking room." The sincerity and pleading in her voice couldn't be mistaken. Her eyes fell down to her hands again, and she began twisting her ring around on her finger. "I think this is a nightmare. The mask certainly isn't helping."

#c; cordelia #;talks

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sera glanced up with black, reflective eyes. there was a hollowness to the stare. "are you?" she asked. "because it's harder than it looks." it was hard to do, yes, but harder to live with. "I dunno yet. I haven't looked around much. I feel like the costumes are kinda fun. I saw there's booze. that'll be fun. dancing is fun. what about it is making you all murdery? the mask?"

"It's not very fun. It's murder. And I'm willing to commit murder." Cordelia didn't look up from her twisting fingers in her lap, though it was slightly a relief to hear Sera's voice and not anyone elses. "None of this is very fun, though, is it?" The little sniffle, she hoped, was muffled by the mask obscuring her entire face, and she reached up to scratch at the itchy raised lines across her neck carefully.

#c; cordelia #;talks #tw: murder

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"that doesn't sound very fun."

open; the masquerade

"Go away. Just-- turn around and walk in a different direction before I grab one of the rusty swords off these suits of armor and run you through with it."

#c; cordelia #;talks

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reflection.

#;sera #;inspo #adhonoremtask #adhonoremtask017 #;masquerade #;tasks #;tasks017

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"I don't think you want me over there when they're sleeping." sera loved kids. she loved babies. admittedly, she did not know the first thing about how to care for them, but no one is faster to shield the young one from the less fun things in life; pain, sorrow, loneliness. she'd grown up so fast. although most people seemed to think those kids shouldn't be around people like sera anyway. so it was probably for the best she steer clear. they'd be better for it. "but I know. don't worry. I'm hard to find these days anyway." since acid had exploded there wasn't a place to track her down. she had been avoiding the penthouse too. "how's all that going, huh?"

serashapes​:

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“I think you could tell me a little more often, but yeah, if I know anything, it’s that.... and how to take a hit.”

“why?”

♣

"i just wanted to make sure you knew. i know with the twins, i haven't been around as much, but i just never want you to forget that you can always come talk to me, okay?"

#c; jackson #;talks

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sera more or less ignored the lingering waitress. she usually did, though, unless there was something particularly interesting about them. however, she also tended to tip like the kind of person who generally did not understand the type of excess wealth they actually possessed. it was more common than not for her to leave fifty galleons or more everywhere just in case she did the math wrong anyway. "am I not supposed to go to the meeting? I can make it." the roots of her hair seemed to turn almost orange, and it was obvious that her eye color had changed again. but it was hard to tell past the tinted glass to what hue. "I don't want to go home. we should go out after."

charon studied her for a moment, the potential double meaning dawning on him. “smooth.” his lips twitched as she pushed the glasses back up her nose, looking thoroughly disgruntled by his teasing, despite the bright pink colour her hair had turned. “why not indeed…” he huffed in amusement, waving over the waitress. while ordering for the both of them, he shook his head politely when it appeared the waitress was trying to upsell them, lingering with her hip against the table. he tapped his knee impatiently until she left. “risk of hurling aside, would you like me to make your excuses at the england team meeting tonight?” charon cleared his throat. “I’m sure ludo won’t care, and I could… come over after, check up on you…”stay the night.

#c; charon #;talks

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xavecamour​

charon’s arm shot up as the spitball collided with his forearm, rather than the middle of his forehead. “and I could have been a keeper.” despite the spitball being shot in his direction, his lips still twitched upwards in amusement as he pushed the menu for the small, muggle diner across the table. the waitress had already brought them both coffee. “you’re certainly in a bright mood-” he leaned across the table and gently, teasingly, slid her glasses a little way down her nose, “-for someone who should be suffering the effects of a raging hangover. good night, was it?”

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sera laughed, impressed at his consistently fast reactions. “who said you aren’t one?” she teased as her hair popped into pink.  it was usually difficult not to crawl across the table to grab charon and now was really no different despite the effects of the very raging hangover he mentioned. she hissed and flinched at the light, pushing her sunglasses back up. “no bright lights, though. my eyes are sensitive, and I’m probably going to hurl at some point today but I need food in my stomach to do that so. this is step one. why not make it fun?”

#c; charon #;talks

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mxseryx​

“what are you off doing getting flesh wounds in the first place? today, i mean. specifically this one.”

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“today? or this one? cause they aren’t, you know, they aren’t exactly the same answer.” sera groaned. “people are just pissing me off today.”

#c; maxine #;talks

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mxseryx​

“are you hurt? you look hurt.” or constipated, or their face was just like that, but maxine chose the path of kindness today.

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“it’s just a flesh wound.”

#c; maxine #;talks #tw: blood

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hauntedscreams​

who: sera ( @serashapes )

“you know i love you, right?”

- “I think you could tell me a little more often, but yeah, if I know anything, it’s that.... and how to take a hit.”

“why?”

#c; jackson #;talks

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xkilljxy​

“Any plans on telling me what they are?” Lucius sat up a little in his lounger, comfortable and at ease as he settled in and stared at the strange items now in his hand. He knew better than to assume that Sera would poison him (intentionally), but he was also trying his best to keep his wits at least somewhat about him for the evening. “I think you might be even more excited about this than I am, you know.”

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“they are yummy yummy.” sera nodded encouragingly. she was definitely more excited about tonight than lucius was. at least right now, but she was hoping the gifts provided might help him slip a little further into the spirit. this was meant to be a time of debauchery and chaos. it was basically what sera did best. “just say thank you.”

#c; lucius #;talks #tw: drugs

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of-beasts-and-blood​

Location: Eclipse Present: Jack & Seraphina ( @serashapes )

Jack had Quidditch mates. He liked to think he was friends with all the Wasps, and he’d had the luck of meeting a few big names thanks to Ludo. But Seraphina Parkinson was on a whole new level. Watching her fly, the way her broom sliced through the air with effortless power, made other players look like erumpents in the air - himself included. 

Part of him told himself not to bother her, but that part was not in touch with his legs as they walked him over to her. She turned to look at him and oop. Was this what it was like when people thought they saw God? He jutted out a hand. “Miss Parkinson, ma’am, I’m a huge fan. I know lo’s of authors wri'e books abou’ Quidditch, but you. You, like, rewro'e all the rules an’ everythin’.”

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the minute that daddy parkinson gifted a finely made broomstick to seraphina on her fifth birthday, everyone knew that it would be damn near impossible to ever pry the little shapeshifter away. flying was the high that no drug or drink could ever compare. that being said, sera was presently still rolling on both sitting in the bar. she took another sip from the glass in her hand and turned to look at the man who’d approached her. “mm. I’m not a miss.”

her eyes, blue, glanced down at his hand. “more of mystery. call me sera.” she smiled. her hair peppered to a fluorescent shade of orange. “and I’ve never wrote a book or even read a book... I’m fucking good at quidditch without all that mess though. what’s your name, kid?”

#c; jack #;talks

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lexi-walker​

“Do you mind?” Lexi asked snappily. “Because I’m trying to write a very important letter here, and unless you happen to have a direct connection to captain of the national Quidditch team of New Zealand, I really can’t be bothered hearing it.”

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“look up and find out, bitch.” sera threw both arms up, wide open in the classic ‘come at me bro’ pose. her hair was blaring red. “you think I don’t know them? you know who the fuck I am, right?”

#c; alexandra #;talks

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where; food place with; @xavecamour​ | charon

sera had a dark purple pair of heart shaped sunglasses sitting up high on the bridge of her nose to block out all possible light. the toll taken while coming down from a raging trip was in the form of a massive foggy headache and sparks of pain reigniting in her nerve endings. this hungover sera was desperate for food, caffeine, and something to laugh at when she started testing the limits of her spitball capabilities. “look at this wicked fucking aim. I coulda been a chaser any day.”

#c; charon #;talks

[serashapes]

Send 🕶️ for my muse to rate your muse’s ‘coolness’ from 1-10 and give reasons why : sera

12: it’s Seraphina Parkinson. She oozes coolness from her pores. She could punch Lydia in the face and Lydia would thank her. Coolest person ever.

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#;sera #;lydia #;mentions