bastard from a basket // crazyeightyeight

MBTI AESTHETIC: ESTP (3/16)

Commonly referred to as adrenaline junkies or thrill seekers, ESTPs are typically highly coordinated individuals who enjoy putting their skills to the test in risky or even dangerous activities in the pursuit of excitement and adventure.Theories and abstract concepts don’t keep ESTPs interested for long as they prefer to live in the moment instead of planning ahead. Furthermore, they have an innate ability to read others and use this ability to get what they want out of a situation.

feral ave marias // l.e.e.

themckinnongirl‌:

If the nudge didn’t throw her off, the image of Rabastan Lestrange standing in front of her did. Marlene McKinnon didn’t have many words to describe Rabastan, all the blonde knew was that he had a strange habit of making her good friend Mary feel intimidated and for that, Marlene wasn’t overly fond of him. Nor would she make any efforts to disguise her disdain for him.  Rabastan always seemed to surprise Marlene in the oddest of situations and frankly, over the past  few weeks Marlene was sure that she had her fill of the Lestrange family. With her encounter with Bellatrix at the fundraiser. Marlene wasn’t too pleased to be in the presence of  another Lestrange. Especially not after a relaxing morning with her older brother. 

‘Need? I have a lot of needs’,  his first words to her were enough to make her flesh crawl and   the crease between her eyebrow become evident.  Marlene was not amused, unable to stop the sound of disgust from rolling off her tongue. “Fucking disgusting,” She murmured as she turned back around. In all attempts to ignore Rabastan, she rolled her eyes as he continued to attempt conversation. For fuck sake, the blonde thought to herself as he pointed out the open cashier. “No…I’m just here for fun,” She rolled her eyes, the sarcasm dripping from her voice as she spoke. Marlene glanced back towards him once more, holding her purse in her hand she gestured towards the cashier with it slowly. “If you are in a rush, you can go on ahead.” Not as much of a kind gesture but rather due to feeling a little bit on edge with his presence. Marlene didn’t trust him but she wasn’t going to allow any weakness on her part to shine through either. 

At times, Rabastan was like a fly on the wall. This is how the wizard would overhear dirty little secrets and other tidbits of information not intended for his ears—or better yet, see things not meant for his scheming eyes. Of course, the man had a questionable moral compass so he never saw anything wrong with this habit he had picked up over the years. He thought of himself as the master puppeteer pulling the strings. As such, he could revel himself at any moment of his choosing, which is exactly what he had done in this scenario—making his ego swell with pride in the process.

“ Fun? I find that interesting since you clearly seem way too uptight to be having any semblance of fun. ” Rabastan quipped, his cavalier attitude flickering undertones of indifference when he really felt anything but. He restrained the motion of a grin from creeping onto his face at the observation of how irate she was becoming in his presence. Marlene never bothered hiding or sugarcoating her supposed aversion for him, which he found rather appealing. She was intriguing and the fact that he found her pleasant to look at was an added bonus. She was a walking mystery wrapped with a pretty face and neatly tied with long blonde locks of hair. He always had an attraction for the blonde ones—or anyone with the slightest shred of innocence still in tact. There was something he found radiating about such qualities and, perhaps just like the sun, he imagined what would happen when that spark was inevitably diminished.

Stars are the most beautiful as they are burning out before your eyes, he reckoned anyways.

“ Really—no rush. I’m only trying to be helpful. ” The wizard would have feigned a look of utter confusion, but he knew this also might have made the whole set-up seem a tad over-polished so he resisted. “ Here’s an idea—a truce. Why don’t you let me purchase your refreshments as a sign of good faith? What will you be having?  ”

strange-lestrange‌:

Bellatrix let out a laugh and rolled her eyes, taking a green vial and pouring some of its liquid content in her hand to rub the bubbles agaist the skin of her legs and shoulders. The water covered most of her upper body, but her husband knew it well. She could still remember the scandal about the Black Heiress divorcing one Lestrange brother to marry the other, but deep inside she knew Rodolphus had his mind set in other affairs and that they were distancing. There was more contact with Rabastan and what began as a friendship turned into something else His brother was more than happy to cut the ties to the Blacks but Bellatrix had her parents reserved another surprise. Druella had not been happy and reminded her of how Andromeda left the family for a man, but she kindly reminded them that Mrs. Tonks left them for a muggle and she was just replacing her husband for another, nothing more. They shouldn’t be worried since he was pureblood and that was the end of it. “If I remember correctly, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine? Isn’t that what you said when you put this ring on my finger?” she said showing him the ring. Bella then stood up from the tub and came out, leaving puddles until she reached the other side of the room where there was a chair with clothes already prepared for her.

“Something tells me that you will have to retun sooner rather than later, my love,” she winked at him and used a towel to remove the excess of water from her hair and then perform a simple spell to help her dry it off. Then she began to put on her clothes and groaned when she realized that her hands couldn’t reach the zipper behind her back. “Well, are you going to stare at me or help me? My hands can’t reach that far, husband”.

Rabastan Lestrange knew a thing or two about scandals—he had been involved in his fair share of them over the years, but never considered his marriage to Bellatrix shortly after her divorce from Rodolphus to be one of them. It definitely made for interesting conversation at the dinner table, but he always saw their relationship as a sinking ship in slow motion to begin with. Rabastan felt it was only time somebody demolished it completely—he was being merciful to all parties by his account.

The wizard continued to keep a steady eye on her—feeling his body stiffen as she rubbed the selected elixir against her skin. It took quite a bit of restraint for him not to jump at the gesture she was making with her body language. It was impressive even to himself that he managed, still innately bothered by the lack of wine to quench his palette after a painstakingly long day. “ It was something to that extent, ” he mused in partial agreement. “ But really, the whole bottle? You couldn’t have saved me a glass? I guess I will just have to increase my order with the vineyard. ”

A sneer curled at his lips as he watched her move from the bathtub to the other side of the room where she began stumbling with her zipper. “ I am happy to oblige, ” he said, his hands quickly navigating to her body where they lingered over the flesh of her spine before steadily securing the zipper at the base of her neck. “ I must say—I find it incredibly interesting that you are so savvy with using your magic to dry your hair, but then something as simple as a dress stumbles you? Or is that just your sly attempt at procuring my help? ” He finished, a smug look blossoming across his features.

Rabastan had been sulking back and forth in the streets for some time now. The summer never seemed to disappoint the wizard—it brought an influx of people from all over who were traveling for various reasons; some business related whilst others were pleasure-based. Rabastan Lestrange had personally always been the type who liked to mix both. He could feel the extra weight he toted in his robes today as a consequence—his collection of newly replenished inventory, which he was eager to unload. It was going to be tricky though. Magical creatures were always a little more difficult to unpack for a number of reasons.

First and foremost, he had to find the right client. Rabastan knew there were a lot of subcategories connected to this initial obstacle. For example, they could not be a narc—the wrong person would ( at least try ) to alert the authorities to what he was doing. He would kill them before that happened if it boiled down to it, but donning the extra weight he didn’t really feel like going through all of the unnecessary trouble right now when it could be avoided. One of the best ways to avoid such a scenario altogether would be to find an animal person, the wizard reckoned.

But where does one find an animal enthusiast?

Rabastan racked his brain a little harder than he’d ever admit when pondering the question. He was unsure how long he had been pacing the streets of Diagon Alley with the answer staring him in the face: the Magical Menagerie. It took the act of Emmeline Vance exiting the shop to get the gears winding in his head again. That couldn’t be a bad place to start.

The wizard watched her enter the ice-cream parlor, remaining unseen in an adjacent alleyway until she she re-emerged again with an ice-cream cone in hand. That’s when he knew he had the all-clear to make his move. Approaching non-nonchalantly, he slipped into the free seat parallel from her without uttering a word. Instead he adjusted the hem of his robes, careful not to damage any of his stock stashed neatly inside charmed pockets.

“ What’s in the box? ” He finally spoke up, gesturing to the box now carefully placed at her feet with curious brows arched high on his face.

@pyrabmaniac​

It was a nice enough day that Emmeline decided to stop for ice cream on her way home. The shop had been busier for some Godawful reason, and between making sure the animals were cared for, and helping the customers, Emmeline had been nearly run off her feet. 

She liked to be kept busy, but she also enjoyed her downtime. Some of her favourite moments were when no one was in the Menagerie except her and the animals.

Hoisting the box she was holding higher in her arms, Emmeline made her way towards Fortescue’s. She was just lucky that she worked at the Menagerie, otherwise she might not be able to afford to take care for her mini-menagerie at home. As it was, she spent quite a lot on pet food and treats.

The newest flavour, rolling out fresh for spring was a lavender hyacinth that was a beautiful shade of purple. Always one to go for the new and exciting, Emmeline happily purchased two scoops in a cone, and took it outside to enjoy. The box at her feet, Emmeline sat in one of the chairs on the small patio. 

A figure at her side had Emmeline stopping mid-lick to look up. She frowned as she recognized the person. What did Rabastan Lestrange want with her? 

coronamacnair‌:

Corona was excited, but she hadn’t been sure what her husband’s reaction was going to be. If she had to guess, she figured it might take him a bit to warm up to the idea. She didn’t blame him, their lives were very chaotic at times and one could question if they would be suitable parents. But, she knew, in the back of her mind that this was going to be the best thing to happen to them. “Yes, that is normally what happens when you are pregnant.” She couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped her lips. “Do you need a few minutes to process?” Hell, it had taken her all day for the news to sink in fully. She certainly wouldn’t blame him for needing some time to sort out his thoughts. “I know we haven’t discussed tchildren before, but it might be the time to do so.”

They had never discussed children, which only seemed foolish to Rabastan now that he faced this moment head on. Reproducing with a pure-bloodline was all he could remember hearing anyone yap on about since he was a boy. It was the reason he watched his brother marry Bellatrix all those years ago before his family tried arranging his own marriage to Corona. There was a time long ago when he believed he would never get married, yet alone have children—but here they were, now happier than he could have ever envisioned for himself.

It seemed the more they grew into their marriage, the further away from any actual obligations he felt. He could simply be himself with Corona ( which at times could be a lot to handle ), but he never once had to hide what he was doing or or his true intentions because she accepted him regardless. Including all of his skeletons that came tucked away in various closets; they were all a part of the package deal. “ No, no, I’m fine— “ he quickly reached out to reassure her, though the shock had not fully left his body yet. As it dissipated slowly he recognized the initial jitters lingering—pumping his body full of excitement for this new journey yet to be experienced. “ Assuming we have a few months to process until the baby arrives? ” He smirked in his classic know-it-all fashion before pulling her into a tight embrace. “ This really is amazing news—when did you find out? ”

Rabastan Lestrange, ( Best Man ) of D I S H O N O R 

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A headcanon of Caradoc picking Rabastan as his best man and MIllie not approving so picking Gwenog as her maid of honor for the sake of knowing Gwen would back her up if Rabastan did anything to ruin the wedding.

@gwentheharpy​ labeled the photo and I need it on the blog lol

LOCATION: Level Five, Ministry of Magic TAGGED: @jakeothomas​

There were days when Rabastan Lestrange was gravely disappointed to discover he didn’t have that much to do. He was a creature of the night with no constraint of routine. Having no solid employment seemed to be the foundation of all his instability, but rather than meaninglessly passing the time by indulging in his usual vices he decided to invest his efforts in something a little more fruitful instead. There was a particular wizard he had his sights set on for quite some time now. Jacob Thomas was practically a stranger to him—though the two were the same age, he was a Hufflepuff for Salazar’s sake. Not exactly Rabastan’s typical pedigree, but supposedly people could change and the wizard was willing to put that theory to the test. He had run into him on a handful of occasions since graduating Hogwarts and vaguely was aware the other man had some fancy Ministry job—all the stuck up gits did, his own brother included on that list—but Jake was perplexing and enigmatic nonetheless. A wild card in every sense of the word and, as far as gambling went, Rabastan Lestrange was a fan of wild cards. He preferred to have them dealt in his hand rather than someone else’s.

The wizard discreetly lied in wait right outside of the lift on the fifth floor. He appeared completely unfaltering down to his heavy-leaded facial expression carefully contoured by dim shadows. He was no stranger to these corridors—his brother’s office was located just a few floors away and the wizard often found creative ways to keep himself entertained while waiting for him. Their family name could also be found engraved on more statues and other structures than he could keep track of commemorating generations of their insane generosity. These large charitable donations made in the past were never about the wizarding community itself, especially now as its state was rapidly deteriorating before their eyes, but rather a reminder of who was really pulling the strings. The Lestranges were part of a select upper class in the wizarding community; they were rich, power, and their influence cast an ever-growing net. Rabastan saw this as nothing less than privilege, smugly wearing it in many forms for all to see. He hoped this net would extend to Jake—especially now as he saw the wizard approaching the lift. “ Jacob Thomas, is that you? Fancy running into you, ” he greeted with a carefully rehearsed smile. Having an ally like him within the Ministry could be very beneficial from a business standpoint and he didn’t want to scare him off.

@wizardrynet event five — antagonists

⤷  “The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!”

Rabastan could already hear the screams echoing in his head as the nefarious duo shifted through the dark terrain. He envisioned the blood that would soon be pooling at his feet and fear present in the air stark as the night before them. It brought a devilish twist of a smile to his lips—one that would only continue to grow as as the two brothers set forth on what they deemed their personal playground for the evening.

When the wizard received word of what they were to do, to say he was delighted would be an understatement. He was exhilarated. It was pure heart-racing, adrenaline-pumping ecstasy—like achieving the perfect high without consuming any of the mood-enhancing potions or other controlled substances he was so dependent on. Of course, he didn’t stop there—a simple high would not suffice ( the wizard always had a high tolerance anyways ). Rabastan Lestrange never settled for sobriety like some never dare settle for anything deemed good enough. He always had to aim for the bigger prize—anything shinier and more intoxicating than what he had his current sights set on, and tonight’s mission provided him ample opportunity for just that.

He derived great pleasure from the sentiment that he and Rodolphus were bestowed this task of vital importance. He was convinced it was because they were the only ones capable of its flawless execution. If they were to deliver a message then they would put on a show—spelling out deliverances in skeleton bones and whatever ash remained in ruin after they finished burning this desolate city to the ground. The whole place was disgusting—and hardly quaint, as many of the town-folks probably felt among their ordinary land of magic-less swine. It would burn—they all would, the violent reminder thoroughly reiterated itself in his head over and over again. It wasn’t enough to simply make an example and mockery out of this muggle-loving abomination they traveled up the winding beaten path in search of. Instead it would be one of their greatest works of art yet. After all, art is subjective to the beholder, is it not?

Rabastan always had a flair for the dramatics—both of the broad-shouldered and proud-chested Lestrange wizards did. It was in their DNA, as was their destiny to claim what was rightfully theirs; making their dominion known and enemies cower at the sound of their names. Who would dare use magic in such vain? To steal it from those dictated worthy by royal bloodlines and holiest decrees, then lie and deny? Rabastan begged to meet this duplicitous soul—to string him up by his toes and have his way with him like a ragged whore ran sideways. The sinner’s punishment would fit the crime and he would be purged with fire along with the rest of the filth. He reckoned Rodolphus would also want to be endowed a similar honor and ultimately knew it didn’t matter whose mercy the savage was at so long as one of them completed the sacramental kill.

Tightly grasping the newly fashioned wand between long fingertips, the wizard noted how well it fit in the structure of his hand. His brother’s handy-work was immaculate. There was an illuminating aura to it—one that immediately provoked hunger and drew demons from his eyes. It was impossible to ignore the way it spoke to him, whispering sweet threats and other death laden promises. Rabastan was already imagining the umpteen different ways he could pawn it off to some unsuspecting git picked off the streets of Knockturn Alley. That was, if Rodolphus didn’t stake his claim back on it once this was all said and done. That wasn’t tonight’s priority though and Rabastan decided he would only cross that bridge if he ever actually arrived at it.

“ No need to tell me twice, ” Rabastan said, the notion of a smirk disappearing from his face as he secured his own moonstone-silver mask. The anti-appapparation charm his brother cast was ideal for what he had planned next—he could already feel the uncontrolled heat seeping from his palms in anticipation. “ See you on the other side of victory, brother, ” he finished before the tail of robes black as night fluttered off into the nearest structure. There was a brief rigamarole—the kicking of a door, smashing of some glass, and an apparent murderous scream cut short as a dark spew of magic ejected from the cocobolo wand now sharply focused in on the family of five inside the first crooked cobblestone house of his choosing. 

Rabastan saw the killing of these muggles to be less about sport and more about their duty as pure-blooded wizards. There was nothing fun about it—muggles were so fucking boring ( not to mention utterly useless and a huge waste of space ). They just cried and screamed; begging and bargaining for their miserable lives as if they were worth more than the scum on the bottom of his shoes. Rabastan was the type who liked to play with his food before taking it to slaughter, but that was not the case here. They practically flopped over on their sides for him as if he would suddenly take pity and depart. It was easier than he’d prefer, but that was all about to change.

Exiting the house, a plum of smoke emerged behind him. There was no motion from his wand or words exchanged from his lips. Instead he dug into the pocket of his cloak to reveal a small handmade device, which he tossed as he made a flashy exit and barred the doors to prevent those who were still alive from escaping. Within a matter of seconds, the cylinder burst and their shrill cries could be heard on the other side of the door. He noted the desperation in their tones; the anxiety and denial echoing in the background as their demise grew closer. His dark eyes fell to the pavement, taking this moment of serenity to revel in his own handy-work as a glowing liquid began oozing from beneath the door. He continued watching—beaming with satisfaction as it fell through the cracks in the foundation and merged with the dirt. It didn’t take long for the flammable potion to erupt before his eyes, detonating an earth-shaking roar that would surely alert the rest of the town to its upcoming doom and unleashing utter pandemonium in their wake.

Havoc in a Hamlet

July 1978, very small muggle village in the English countryside

The muggle settlement was small–just a few houses built together in a quiet glen. How long had it been since any conflict had come to this place? Had it ever? Perhaps in the days of Vikings raids, blood had flowed on the dirt pathways. But that would have been a long forgotten terror. These people knew only peace and serenity now.

Tonight was to change that. Dusk had brought black clad brothers to this place. Masked and marked, these men were strangers to this place and to the people here. But one soul who resided in this hamlet was responsible for this visit. There was a mudblood wizard playing at being just another muggle animal living in this place, as if hiding the bastard’s theft of magic excused the crime!

The Dark Lord had sent them here to deliver a message to the wizarding world. No longer would the theft and corruption of magic be tolerated. No longer could the mudbloods play at being equals to those born to noble houses and ancient bloodlines. Change was coming. Justice was spreading across the world. And he would be instrumental in this.

A conduit crafted just for this night was clasped between long fingers. His brother had been given one, as well. They were sister wands, both crafted from cocobolo wood with unicorn heartstring cores. Both fell on the longer end of the spectrum; each was just a bit over a foot in length. They would serve them well here tonight. Cocobolo made for a gorgeous wand. Imported from South America, the dense, fine grained wood was dark and was a stark contrast to his pale hands. Tending towards dark magic, the wood inherently had passion and possessed a purely masculine energy. There could be nothing better to use to make this statement tonight. Rodolphus was immeasurably proud of the wands he had crafted–that pride was only surpassed by his eagerness to make use of his here.

“None are to leave,” he reminded his brother as he lifted his wand to perform an anti-apparition charm over the hamlet, sealing the village against magical transportation. There was no floo connection here. Running would not be enough to escape the Lestranges. Justice would not be eluded. Pulling his silver mask down over his face, Rodolphus smiled. It was good and right what they were here to do today. Examples had to be made. Statements set out for all to see. This was the way change was ensured. This was how the future could be secured for the purist way of life.

@pyrabmaniac

Gaspard Ulliel as Igor Maleski in Sibyl (2019)

“I have been in a savage, turbulent state for some time — indulging in a sort of chronic disgust at everything & everybody —”

— Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries’

My Dearest Corona,


By the time you find this letter, I will be already be gone. Please don’t mistake my absence for indifference or any wrongdoing on your part. This is a mess of my own making and mine alone. You’ve never done anything except love me at my worst and stand by me in the darkness. I ask that you continue to do that now, fearing our toughest battles still lie ahead.


I’ve tried to remain optimistic for so long—it was easier listening to Bellatrix’s sanguine fantasies than Rodolphus’ harsh realism. But we’ve searched, and searched, and searched…. There are no signs of the Dark Lord anywhere. That doesn’t mean he still isn’t to return to us again. I am more hopeful than you know, but I cannot continue to live like this—constantly fearing for yours and our children’s lives. If I don’t turn myself in willingly now then I fear they will eventually come for you too and I cannot imagine a fate any worse than that.


Our children cannot endure that kind of instability—it is the same kind my brother and I endured as children. I always promised you I refused to condemn our children to that same kind of pain and neglect—this is my way of staying true to those words. They will not be the hollowed out promises that tear apart everything we’ve worked so hard to build together. That is why I need you to be strong when reading this, and long after when the shock finally fades and your new reality settles in. Please stop and think of our children when you’re feeling overwhelmed: Rodolphus II, Ainsley, and Tinsley are going to need you to be their rock and shield because I will no longer be there. 


Keeping what has happened from them is inevitable and doing so would only be foolish. You need to teach them that we were on the right side of this war and that one day our Lord will make this right for all who continue to remain loyal to him. I know I’ll be back home with all of you soon—no prison cell is capable of containing any of the Lestranges for too long. We just have to let this pass, knowing it is only temporary. Trust in the Dark Lord because we will all be together soon, safe from harm.


All my love, Rabastan

@coronamacnair