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indie & selective regulus black.

[cihuatlatzomani]

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canisxmajor:

“Kreacher? What got Kreacher to do with the whole thing?” He really didn’t understand that, but there was something he was slowly realising. His brother was not, who he had thought he was. “You tried to destroy it?” He asked, his voice was still full of unbelief. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and shook his head slowly, because he didn’t know what he should believe now. He didn’t believe that his brother was lying to him, but it also it couldn’t be true. Voldemort couldn’t be immortal!

“It’s... a long story.” Perhaps longer than he had even intended to tell. Perhaps at a later time, there would be a better opportunity to explain himself completely, when -- hopefully -- a semblance of their original bond could be restored. “Yes, well... I couldn’t do it myself personally. My plan was to replace it with a copy, drink the potion  myself  to retrieve it -- I sent Kreacher away with the original locket. I was... unable to follow.”

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emmclinevance:

          She looked straight ahead for a moment,            unsure how exactly to answer- unsure if words could            capture it accurately. 

                            “ I pride myself greatly on my family, on my blood                             and my traditions. It’s a large aspect of who I am today,                             I think, and will be a large aspect of who I am when I’m                             old and gray. I can’t imagine being ashamed of my                              family- everything I do in life I do to uphold our reputation;                             the reputation set by my ancestors and their ancestors                             and so on.”

                                                        Emmeline exhaled.

                                                                                    “I sound obsessive.”             

                He allowed the beat of silence, there was no           need for immediate words. Dark eyes turn           to look at her as she speaks, finding more parallels           between her beliefs & his own.

                   “ No, I... understand what you mean. “

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shesprideful:

           And as expected, Emma finished her drink in one quick gulp. A loud ‘aah’ could be heard as she revelled in the warmth the alcoholic drink had provided her. She was about to grab another when she realized she wanted to REMEMBER this moment until she’s seventy.

❝     Told ya’, nothing will go wrong as long as I’M the captain. Y’wouldn’t be enjoying this drink if it weren’t for me ! Righ’?❞

       It certainly wasn’t a surprise to Regulus, who simply watched her down the entire glass with thinly veiled amusement before following suit. ( Manners could take a seat aside -- for now. ) This certainly wasn’t a moment he was keen on forgetting; his life was clouded, full to the brim with responsibility -- he’d fulfilled it, for now. He could allow a bit of celebration.

       “ Of course. “

[gene-loves-jezebel]

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someone: are you okay?

me, literally on fire: yeah i’m good

[terriamon]

reblog if (ง︡’-‘︠)ง

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q-rtermaster:

“… a Slytherin,” he observes, taking note of the crest on the other’s cufflinks. He hums as he sees the bit of black peeking out from the other’s sleeve. “And a Death Eater to boot. Should I be concerned about your presence in an art museum in Muggle London?”

He hadn’t expected to be accosted in the middle of an art museum, it was meant to be simple -- a short break from all-knowing eyes, no one would think to look for him here. ( Much less by an apparent detective. But fate had other plans. ) “...Not at the moment.”

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marymacdigg:

[text:] not really, unless they have the pizza guys number [text:] and Regulus, sounds familiar. but what parents name their child Regulus?? that’s insane.no offense.

[text]: Mine. They’re a bit old-fashioned.

[just-six]

You said you would fucking stay.

six word story // wvnderingly (via ghostbxster)

[prettystill-deactivated20210506]

hp aesthetics: regulus black for muclbloods ↳“i know i will be dead long before you read this but i want you to know that it was i who discovered your secret. i have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as i can. i face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.”

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Freeze! You are under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs who you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful ❤

      !!! ohmygosh this is so sweet. thank          you lovely nonny.

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HP Aesthetics: Slytherin

[canisxmajor-deactivated20160716]

She sighed, trying not to sound as angry as he felt, he raised his voice again. “Can you stop talking in riddles. PLEASE.” He really tried, because there was something in him, that was happy to see his brother after all. Something, that was happy hearing that his brother was not the man Sirius had thought he was. Even while he feared now, that fighting against Voldemort might appear even harder, when Regulus had finished. Wasn’t there a way to warn the living?

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He stopped short, opening his mouth & closing it as he tried to recollect his words. ( Perhaps he was speaking too vaguely. ) “...I had called Kreacher to return. He was -- distraught. Said he was made to drink a potion that had caused him great pain... That it was all to conceal a locket. Even before then I’d been questioning -- Voldemort’s intentions, but it was then that I realized his true nature. That he had somehow created a horcrux. & I -- intended to destroy it.”

[lycanqueer]

we may be quiet on the outside, but for you--for you i would turn galaxies to dust

you do not know the power you hold || jph (via lostcap)

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Reblog with your character smiling

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[lupiinsmiled-deactivated2019062]

“Sirius and I have met a few times, tell him  Moony sent you. He’ll understand.” Remus was sure this might get him killed,  or Regulus might even just ignore him…. but if he was going to die in this past, and  not have a future, perhaps he could change this boys. He looked so young. Younger than Remus ever remembered him looking.  Had he ever been this young too? “––I’m just a friend. I just want to help.”

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“What does that even mean? How  do you know he’d even want to talk  to me anyway--- “

 & he’s already said too much. His lips  press into a thin line, brows furrowing as  he reaches inside his coat -- it’s a compulsion,  to reach for his wand, & more than that it  hides the trembling of his hand.

 “That doesn’t answer my question.”