Hello, everyone, welcome aboard! This is my deviantart account (you don't say?XD)so congrats,you found me! Haha|
I AM A BIG FAN OF BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE. They are pretty much my life and mean the world to me, so yeah, most of my artworks are inspired by them/their music!
I am a Potterhead aswell, it's been a part of my life since..well from the age of 10-11 (I guess).
I'm a proud SLYTHERIN and Death Eater!
Seriously, I have a thing for Death Eaters and the one and only Lord Voldemort! Also the world Queen Rowling created is simply fascinating and magical! And mostly, inspirational.
Anyway, thanks for the Potter fandom, I got into cosplaying.
I run the first hungarian Harry Potter Cosplay Team under the name of Grimmauld Place 12. grimmauld12.deviantart.com !!
I love this team, I really,really do!
My cosplay idols:
Apart from being a Bullet fan and a Potterhead I am also into crafting, such as making my own piece of jewelleries, clothes, etc.
I am also into Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, and Helena Bonham Carter movies! (Even better when they are together in a film ) Their work inspires me a lot!
Follow my blog for the creative stuff I do: vthedemon.tumblr.com or facebook.com/evilbellatrix
"Being creative is a way of life, forcing it back is like suicide." ~ My quote
"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home!" J.K. Rowling
"When these two worlds collide, there's nothing left behind." ~ AxeWound
"Back against the wall, what the fuck just happened, don't you cry." ~ BFMV
Current Residence: in the middle of nowhere
Favourite genre of music: Metal,Rock,
Personal Quote: "I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE IF YOU TRY TO OFFEND BFMV, ONE WRONG WORD AGAINST THEM AND YOU ARE DEAD!" MWAHAHAHAHA *evil face*
I Feel EverythingThe sound of footsteps echoing dully through the ceiling makes me pause and glance upwards. Thick wooden beams, crisscrossed with cobwebs and stained with the wavering light from a candle, show no sign of movement... perhaps I only imagined the footsteps? Sighing, I return to my work. Bottles of various shapes and sizes stand on the packed earth floor around me, an army of multicolored glass soldiers. I have spent the entire day organizing them, sorting the potions from the wines and ordering them according to purpose and flavor. It is mindless, menial labor, but I needed some task to occupy my time and keep me out of my lord's way. This chore was the perfect excuse to stay hidden and avoid provoking his anger.
Like a prima ballerina,
I tiptoe, tiptoe around you constantly...
I remember last night and I shudder; never had I seen my lord so angry, least of all with me. He was so, so angry... I had been t
Tale of the Black SistersTale of the Black Sisters:
In being an account of the three of the Incident of Halloween night of the year 1966:
Taken from the permanent records of one Argus Filch:
Name: Andromeda Black
"I had bought a prank wine glass through owl-order last month and had given it to my sister Bellatrix. When she drank from it her lips turned bright blue, but she didn't notice.
It happened right before her blind date so she was pretty mad when she found out why he was laughing at her. She had thought it was because he was a Gryffindor, but-
She told me as soon as she got into the common room that she'd get back at me, so I was suspicious last week when she told me that some boy wanted to talk to me in the library at midnight on Halloween.
Well, I told my other sister Narcissa that a boy she liked, that Lucius Malfoy, wanted to meet her and she went in my place. That's
Black Rosethe Lady
I used to love to make the boys fight over me. I would have them duel, for the honour of accompanying me into the village, for the privilege of escorting me to a ball, or simply for my own amusement. I would watch them and laugh as they bloodied and blistered each other for my sake. I was the Black Rose, the darling of my family and the jewel of the House. Any of the other girls would have killed to be me, and the boys would have – and nearly did – kill to have me. I adored and disdained them, every one of my devotees, but I could never respect them, these men I made break themselves. How could I? Those groveling creatures, so desperate for my attention.
My wedding day was glorious. I was in such a fine mood that I was even able to find some pleasure with the groom. That day was the pinnacle of the first stage of my life, and the beginning of the next. It was th
Bellatrix FanFic 5That day passed quietly enough, spending the majority of it with her sister. While it was nice feeling normal, she was honestly growing quite bored. The last day hand been a whirlwind, for the most part, and today just seemed mundane. Bellatrix loved spending time with her sister, but she longed for something to do. She had gotten her first taste of blood in thirteen years, and she wanted more. There was not much she could do until given more orders from her master. She needed to sit tight and wait, but after waiting for 13 years, her patience had worn thin. Not that she was ever much for sitting around twiddling her thumbs. What did she do before giving her life to the Dark Lord? Her life as a child, at Hogwarts, and as a young woman where a blur. Had it really been that long ago? She was reminded of just how long it had been as she passed a mirror in her sister’s room. She stopped when her reflection caught her eye, she did not even recognize herself in. She stared for a moment