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'' Do you think you can hold me? ''

[Roleplay Account] #Ares
Joined August 2014
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❝Mᴀɢɪᴄ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴜʟs.❞ » Hᴀʀʀʏ Pᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ﹣ Fᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ Bᴇᴀsᴛs » Sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ﹣ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ » Pᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ﹟Aʀᴇs
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✧ ✧ Pᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Cᴀʟʟ ✧ ✧ ↬ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ɢɪғ ღ ғᴏʀ ᴀ DM ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ/Dᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ Cʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ/OCꜱ Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ Fᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ Bᴇᴀsᴛs/Hᴀʀʀʏ Pᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ Rᴘ
All active profiles have had an update in profile pics. I will probably be revamping some more accounts, I'm just tired of making circles. Pinned tweets and interaction calls are getting updated next. Replies after that. Remind me if I owe you one or several. - Ares x
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((Im in love already with Gellert's mirror self.))
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(Starter for @OfSweetCharms) "It is truly a delight to have you here with us, Queenie." Nurmengard was becoming a sanctuary for those of whom he trusted enough to remain near him. His inner circle of strong and dependable acolytes. "Your gifts, I am sure, will prove most -
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occurred in Paris, he was rather certain that the Auror would not give up on locating his new asset. "Everything that has happened, will be for the greater good. Once we are free to live without fear. Those who we have left behind, will come to realize and appreciate what we -
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have risen to achieve. And when that happens, we shall welcome them back with open arms. As family and friends. Brothers and sisters."
(Starter for @farewellofalbus) Godric's Hollow. It was a quiet place to say the least. Nothing much other than a few stores and a church, along with various cottages and homes that belonged to witches and wizards. Compared to bustling streets and loud cities, it was a nice -
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invisibility. Yet, that was where his trail ended. Where to go from there, was unclear. Pushing open the store door, his jacket damp from the rain, he raised his head as his shoulder bumped into another's. Reaching up to push his hood back, he looked over the red haired male -
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who looked near to his own age. "Apologies," he hadn't seen him before, it was nice to see some close to his own age in such a slow town. "That was my fault."
(Starter for @periculid) This boy, had been part of his endgame. He was the weapon that would win this war. He had been a mission to complete. And yet, going through the hardships that both parties had to overcome, he had lost sight of him only being a means to an end. He -
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cared for the boy. However, caring during a war, was not an advantage. It was a weakness that could be exploited. And after everything that they had gone through to get here, he would not possess such a risk. He would not have Aurelius be at risk. He needed to be taught. To be -
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trained. And who better to train him, than his good self. Coming to crouch next to the young man he reached out, placing a soft hand upon his shoulder. "Aurelius, come with me. I have something more to show you."
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(Starter for @SalamanderEyes) "So, I expect you hope that I will see fit to forgive you for the hand that you had in helping MACUSA capture and hold me for six months?" Newton wasn't loyal to the Ministry. That much he knew. However, the words that came from his mouth sounded -
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eerily like a man whp he had once known. Interesting how Dumbledore could and was still willing to send others to finish his work for him. "Or have you come to beg for your life? For your Professor's? For your brother's? For Ms Goldstein's? What you took from me," turning his -
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head to face the younger wizard, his blue grey eye caught the light. Burrowing into the younger man's gaze. "I may find hard to forgive."
(Starter for @AurorScamander) Well, he had certainly not been expecting this. Theseus Scamander. In his home. The definition of home not being exactly what its function was for. Walking down the long hallway towards the drawing room, head held high, he smirked as he passed -
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through the door. "Should I be concerned about your intentions, Mr Scamander?"