On the fine line between genius and insanity.

R a b a s t a n L e s t r a n g e . O n l y b r o t h e r t o R o d o l p h u s L e s t r a n g e . P u r e - B l o o d S l y t h e r i n . 6 t h y e a r . B e d s t h e l a d i e s b y n i g h t , l e a v e s b y s u n r i s e . L o y a l t o t h e c a u s e . I want to play a game. Listen carefully, if you will; there are rules. If you're of tainted blood, don't bother wasting my time with your nonsense. I don't give a shit about your lineage nor your family, if you berate my beliefs and ideas, consider yourself a dead man. SLYTHERIN { wear } DEATH EATER { wear }

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Slytherin boys gathering around the fire, plotting an evil idea.

-Taken by Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Alecto

Marauders Era Many roles still open! Join us!

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To Adam and Victor. 

Come back to Facebook, it’s dull. 

Love Ickle and Simba <33

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*insert pouting zeinab here*

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Fuck I’m coming ^_____^

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Language mate >_> Fine we come we come

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For the man who sought the world

   The Dark Lord has commanded his legions to purge the wizarding world of the disgrace the times had bestowed. His innermost circle of loyal and devoted followers was assigned a ruthless mission, which no one showed opposition to, but instead expressed absolute devotion and passion.

The air was silent, and the skies clear part from the full moon casting its silvery emanation upon the Earth. One would say this was just an ordinary tranquil night, but only the twisted minds of the cloaked figures apprehended the ending of such pleasant night.

Their cloaks bellowed behind them, their faces guised behind obscuring masks; half a dozen death eaters set foot onto the serene village of Great Tolling, an area known to be infested by muggleborn and impure families.

“Let’s cleanse this village of its filth, then, shall we?” the younger Lestrange ardently declared, lashing his wand from the folds of his dense velvet robes, his eyes scanning the surroundings, a glimmer of mischief flared his dark irises. 

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in gulf news pimp = arbab. :o

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O.O Don’t know, bas in this context, pimp doesn’t make sense 

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‘i do what my pimp wants’

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Bahahahaha, good girl ;o

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:OOO i see what you did there >_>

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oh i thought arbab meant pimp

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la2, it means gods, as far as I know o.O

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in gulf news pimp = arbab. :o

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O.O Don’t know, bas in this context, pimp doesn’t make sense 

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‘i do what my pimp wants’

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Bahahahaha, good girl ;o

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oh i thought arbab meant pimp

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la2, it means gods, as far as I know o.O

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in gulf news pimp = arbab. :o

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O.O Don't know, bas in this context, pimp doesn't make sense 

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oh i thought arbab meant pimp

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la2, it means gods, as far as I know o.O

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Morsmordre by ~Mavray

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some american girl i saw near where i worked had this tattooed on her leg,

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VICTOR TRANSULATE

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The will of the gods isn't under my control, I guess

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-_-

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Our eyes could make us weak

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“Though I’m not as dependant as you are, I won’t deny I take a lungful or two.” Meda caught hold of the roll and inhaled the reassuring smoke. The dark haired girl did not develop a habit of smoking as of yet, though if the situation were to persist, it wouldn’t be unlikely that she would. Fags relieved stress, or so she convinced herself. Nevertheless, it certainly helped when she entered Bella’s room in search for a pack, forcefully ignoring the spell books and items of Dark magic that she came across, the disconcerting thought of her sister’s undeniable demise looming in the back of her mind.

Andy chuckled, his reply as familiar to her as Kreacher’s dreadful tea; unless one was the likes of Bellatrix or You Know Who himself, there was no such thing as rather well in this part of the wizarding world. “Why oppose, Rabastan? You’ve complied to their whims so far,” she shrugged. He was going to marry an eligible pureblood witch, carry on the family bloodline and subsequently expose his children to the curse their blood carried. Thus was expected from them and the reason the duty they were raised to carry out. “You must have at least found one of those fine women appealing – Carrow, for example.” A half-hearted smirk and the fleeting look of unrest in her irises were the subtle signs of her inner thoughts. As a Black, she was relatively skilled in masking her feelings; one of the few traits she was grateful for inheriting. The cigarette held between her soft lips, she inserted her arms into the sleeves of his jacket and wove it tight against her frame. She’d rather brute the cold than return to the mess of treachery. In this outlet of sorts from her life, with Rabastan as her only company, there was tranquility; if only for a brief moment.

She transferred the stick to her hand and shifted her weight before she chose to speak. “Rodolphus and Bella seem exceptionally cheerful; I must admit I’m quite pleased for the both of them.” Their respective elder siblings had recently announced their engagement. It was among the most predictable unions, not unlike the speculations concerning the younger two. As discussed as it was among others, the couple in hand had rarely, if ever, breached the topic. Andy chose not to delve into it as of yet. “Does he tease you half as much as Bella does? Merlin, you’d assume she was marrying the Dark Lord,” she said with a roll of eyes, a loving smile adorning her face despite her annoyed tone. Her elder sister was her role model - her idol - for as long as her memory served her. The feminist front and fierce personality of Bellatrix was admirable to say the least. Dromeda’s love for her was too deep-rooted to be discarded by the Death Eater’s controversial ways. In the end, as typical and biased as it may be, she was her sister. 

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The younger Lestrange wasn’t a man to speak his innermost sentiments; earlier during his adolescent years, many aspects of his life among the elite of society altered his notion towards declaring his emotions openly. He has grown to view it as a vulnerability, a window to his complex obscure interior. He seldom confessed his affections, however, at his current status and position, with Andromeda in front of him, the man could not hold yet another truth, and start a series of baffling incidents.

 “I don’t find those women appealing.” Rabastan asserted, running his tongue over his chapped dry lips, his glimmering irises fixated upon hers. “Although, I do find one particular woman rather..exhilarating.” a small simper outlined his thin lips as he drew closer to her, his hand against her hip, and his other tracing her jawline before reaching to her lips and snatching the scorching cigarette. 

The two were well aware that they have been paired together; disparate their elder siblings, Rabastan and Andromeda weren't arranged to be together until their later years, as adults with a steadily thriving friendship, which has evolved into a perplexed romance. 

His eyebrows shot upwards as she spoke his master’s name in such disgracing manner, like he was an ordinary acquaintance. “Be careful of what you speak, Andromeda.” He warned through gritted teeth. A few tense seconds passed, their eyes battling each other, when it dawned upon him, his words have startled her into a state of bewilderment. His defensive ferocious instinct has dominated over his fervor towards the middle Black sister. An unprecedented incident, which he instantly regretted.

A nervous chuckle broke the gnawing silence. “I bet you Bellatrix romances over such fantasies.” He joked, trying to ease the tension, attempting hopelessly to wipe the disappointment from her eyes.

He mustn’t lose her. He could not lose her. For if he did, he’d lose himself. 

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Good day

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tonight is… lively.

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Or is it ?

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you tell me. :O

i’m poofing. bye bye

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Bye

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Good day

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Oh look there she is 

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Hello :3

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tonight is… lively.

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Or is it ?

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Good day

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Have a disease

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You infect me I’m afflicted? O_O

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You’re addicted.

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To me. :D

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Oh look there she is 

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Hello :3

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Good day

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Have a disease

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You infect me I’m afflicted? O_O

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You're addicted.

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Good day

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Lovely smile.

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Rather ridiculous 

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Happy times, the whole lot is here.

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The trio is here*

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I don’t think so.

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You and me? 

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Have a disease