The IC Anon Fanmail Meme

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The IC Anon Fanmail Meme

This meme is similar to the Anon Questions Meme, except that the characters get anon fanmail instead of anon questions.

[The Rules]

1. Post as your characters, and write down the name, canon, preferences, etc.

2. Go around and find another character, go anon, and send them IC anon fanmail. The fanmail can be as sincere or insincere as you wish. The anon characters can de-anon anytime the mun wishes to do so. Staying anon till the end is fine, too. 

3. Tag away, and be excellent to each other! No wank, please. 

 

Comments

[savedbypudding]

Who is this?

Bella? Mother?

[(Anonymous)]

Wrong and wrong again.

All the traitors will suffer.

[savedbypudding]

To be fair. Quite a few of you lot hate me. Hard to tell sometimes.

Well, you're not Cissy because she's less..upfront and you're not Lucius because you don't have a broom stuck up your ass.

[(Anonymous)]

And I'm not a coward like him, either.

[savedbypudding]

Hey look, something we agree on.

All right then, stop hiding and come gloat to my face.

...yeah, I made a journal just for this now.

[liquidsky]

Any time, Black.

Well..I feel loved?

[savedbypudding]

Barty?

[ Of course the guy all but blowing the dark lord.]

Well this makes sense.

[liquidsky]

[...clearly there would be no higher honor.

This is before Halloween 1981, so at least he might still have a nose.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[savedbypudding]

[ Gross. really. Just...no.

A nose is always a plus.]

Wanker.

[liquidsky]

I won't bother with an insult, the truth is bad enough in your case.

Even your brother is more useful than you.

[savedbypudding]

Aw, leave poor Rab out of this.

Actually, on the other hand. He's as bad as you lot.

assuming threadjack privileges because I know where you live.

[sadistic]

What have I told you about persisting in calling me that? It's for family and friends. You're neither.

AH. Oh. Right.

[savedbypudding]

Because I have no reason to call you things that annoy you. None at all.

[ Have a cocky smirk at that Bella. ]

[sadistic]

And to annoy me, you can do no better than mild impropriety?

Shouldn't you be shamed by such familiarity? I would have thought you'd want to distance yourself from your past, as much as possible. Calling me that — reminiscing — won't endear you to the filthy rabble you've chosen to associate with.

They'll think you miss me.

[savedbypudding]

Well, I never said I couldn't do better. You might recall you were the one to bring up me calling you that.

My filthy rabble is more then aware of what I think of you and what you did to those poor rats that lived under your house.

Missing you would be like missing a house fire.

[sadistic]

Bring you up? [Not the sequence or meaning of his words at all, but that's what she takes away from what he said. She's already a bit fanciful in the brain-tank. She still sees herself as the good example he utterly failed to follow.] I did no such thing. I would've done a better job of it, with all due respect to Aunt Walburga. I would have taken a heavier hand, and I wouldn't have strained my voice with all that yelling.

Doubtless someone else told you how to address me. I never corrected you. [That's her version of events and she's sticking to it.]

You're awash in ignorance. You know where I found some meager practice, but don't think that means you know what I'm capable of... Or do. Be that foolish. See where it gets you.

Have you ever tried to make something — or brew a potion, say — and used too many parts? Too many ingredients? The best thing you can do is cut off the unfinished bits, fish out the excess, and call the rest done because there's not anything unnecessary hanging there anymore. Understand that, and you begin to understand how I miss you.

threadjack privileges because it's my thread.

[liquidsky]

Bella.

ah, touche. (that wasn't my devious plan at all. ahem.)

[sadistic]

Barty.

[It's telling that she isn't remotely bothered when he does it. Be flattered.

The gang's all here - well, the passionately useful part. Rodolphus and Rabastan have a tendency to drag their feet a little bit.]

What was that you were saying? You'll brand Black's corpse? Mightn't that pleasure be better reserved for someone he's personally betrayed?

gasp! I never thought you might be capable of deviousness

[liquidsky]

[He's so flattered. It's because they worship the Lord together, isn't it?]

There'll be a lot of skin he won't use once he's dead.

You can brand him when he's alive. I'll watch.

shocking, I know. I bet you're the picture of innocence, yourself.

[sadistic]

[Well, yes and no. There are certainly Death Eaters she holds in lesser esteem. Popularity is not chief among her concerns. The perilous atmosphere of their Lord's service fosters competition more than camaraderie.

He's especially loyal. She likes loyal. It strengthens them as a whole (and as of this moment, it's no threat to her).]

Very well; agreeable terms.

He's a little thorn twisting in my side. I hope circumstance affords us the luxury of taking our time with him.

Why, how did you guess?

[liquidsky]

[Maybe one day this will be different. He wants to be the most loyal. He's rather determined to stand out above the others. But Bellatrix is a very useful ally, however double-faced this camaraderie might be.]

It will be as the Lord wishes. But it would be fun.

[Yay, torturing blood traitors! Bonding exercise.]

Intuition. Pieces from the same box of Lego, you and me.

[sadistic]

[They're similar in that way. She wants nothing less for herself, but the Cause itself is more important than anyone's vying for the Dark Lord's personal favor. She would suffer anything to be faithful. She aches to distinguish herself — above the others, as Barty put it — but she doesn't need to distinguish herself. If it was all she could be, she would be mediocre. It would gall her, but she'd suffer even that. Her very willingness is a credit to her, to say nothing of any other quality.]

Of course, as will everything. [Fortunately for Bellatrix, "as the Lord wishes" doesn't often preclude her cruelty.]

If my husband asks how you are, what shall I tell him? [She doesn't care enough to ask for her own sake, you see, but she reserves the right to accuse someone else of harboring curiosity.]

Clearly we are going to click, then. (That pun was terrible. I'm not sorry.)

[liquidsky]

[There might be more ambition behind Barty's conviction - he is still his father's son after all. (Much as he'd like to deny it.) He wants to be the best, the only servant that matters in his Lord's eyes and he doesn't shy away from any challenges or sacrifices that might bring. Willing to do anything his Lord wants and willing to do all that is necessary to ensure him a space near the top.

That is a very fortunate thing. Although Barty couldn't tell whether his own cruelty is fired by his sadism or if said sadism is simply a result of his admiration for the Dark Lord.]

Your husband? If he asks that, just tell him that I'm more capable of pleasing you than he is.

[Would you look at that double-entendre? How did that end up here?]

Good, never be sorry. It was dreadful and I loved it.

[sadistic]

[It's for Barty to discover whether such ambition is admirable, or even wise. Bellatrix survives the Dark Lord's tutelage — if it isn't too generous to call it that — by quieting her enthusiasm as best she can. A devoted servant should be sparingly curious. If their Lord ceases to teach, she wisely ceases to learn. Her Occlumency is the perfect example. Regardless of how she means to use it, it's impossible to refine one mental skill without gleaning something of the opposing art, and yet, she's almost wholly undeveloped as a Legilimens. She has, instead, a keen sense of intuition, undermined somewhat by her haste to judge. The Dark Lord shapes her ignorance as well as her knowledge. She's aware of this. Before improving herself, she questions whom it will benefit. She doesn't do so selfishly. Her sadism, on the other hand, is sincere. Inflicting pain is her dearest and most personal indulgence.

As for the nature of Barty's cruelty: she might know before he does.]

That you'll have to tell him yourself. [She shoots him a chiding look, but there's no strong reprimand behind it. He's seen the manic intensity in her eyes when she has a real grudge, and this is nothing. Still, which Lestrange was his remark designed to offend? Not her, by the most direct interpretation, but Barty risks being impudent in order to hit the other target from afar.]

You make it sound as though I insist on being pleased. I can please myself.

[It will have nothing to do with her, if the boys have a spat. She reasons that it would be a simple matter of clashing egos. They might end up dueling just because Barty's obviously not afraid to duel, and Rodolphus would make some stupid effort to put the fear—or respect, or whatever—into him.]

I suppose you think you're the stronger wizard. [She phrases it as an observation, not a question.] So bold.

I see we'll get along splendidly.

[liquidsky]

[Barty, searching for a father figure he actually wants to accept and he is actually accepting by projects quite a lot onto their Lord, something that Voldemort is without a doubt more aware of than Barty is himself, feeding it by entrusting him with knowledge about his own father that most aren't aware of. To Barty it's a sign of their special connection. Cunning and intelligent as he is, it's almost as if he chooses to be blind to his chosen Lord's manipulation of him. Delusions can be strong enough to make for convictions.]

I had no doubt about your abilities in that area.

[Not quite a smile but a flicker of tongue. He cares little for Rodolphus, looking down at him much as he looks down on most anyone. Another weakness of his, the awareness and exaggeration of his own greatness.]

There's no need to suppose, Bella. I am the stronger wizard. I doubt you mind the truth. Or the boldness.