#prettyparkinson

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✮ Voldemort

✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.

I despise him and I am terrified of him. I am scared that he will kill me or someone I care about. I am scared he could force someone I care about to have to kill me. He is a powerful man, I will give him that. He instills fear in others that I don’t think anyone ever has, before. I don’t respect him and I don’t wish to work for him, but some choices are no longer up to us. 

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回 - For a phobia they have.

Atichyphobia - Fear of failure. 

There are certain things that I actually want to fail at because I didn’t want to do them n the first place. But, with something I actually care about or what to do, I have a terrible fear of failing at it. Like with Quidditch. I fear that I will lose my talent and fail at being able to do my job. I am scared of disappointing others with my failures, as well.

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💓 Ansel

💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them.

At another time in my life, I certainly would have. I don’t know, I think part of me when I was younger, actually thought there was something between Ansel and I, but somewhere along the way that shifted into more of a friendship than anything else. However, if I ever would have been forced to marry, I would have asked that it be to him. 

@anselcarrow

[dorispurkiss-blog1]

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👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

Doris will probably always be jealous of the purebloods that could walk around the halls of school and never feel threatened. She was always very on edge while walking down the halls. 

She is also jealous of a lot of women she thinks are prettier than her, because she has a very big problem with insecurity and self confidence. 

[auroramoody-archived-blog]

I am greedy okay - ✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck

The air was thick and heavy, it felt like it was stuck to your skin as you walked. Who knew London could even get this hot? The past week had been hell and had felt like it, too. It was the highest temperatures recorded in years. A heat wave meant one thing, disaster. People began going stir crazy, exhaustion and fatigue setting in a lot quicker than normal. Craziness meant people doing crazy things. Things that required Aurors to go and deal with. All crime rates had increased starting from the second night and continuing on until the fifth. It was lucky Alastor even found himself able to go home at night, but he was glad he did. He was glad for one reason only, Gabrielle. She would be over tonight, something in him just knew. 

He was right and he knew this because as he heard the sound of his door being pushed open. No one else was bold enough to open his door unannounced, but they hadn’t needed that in years. They had found a rhythm, one that neither of them had asked for and he was sure they had both been oblivious to it happening. He figured she still was or else she wouldn’t be here. She wouldn’t be walking into his flat, slipping out of her shoes and pouring herself a glass of scotch before making her way to his sofa, slipping in beside him, all without speaking a word. No, she didn’t know the shift that had occurred between them and if she did she was doing one hell of a job of hiding it.  

Time seemed to cease whenever she was around him. He no longer had any need for it. They could talk for hours, or sit in silence for hours and he wouldn’t notice. He was just grateful for her presence. He watched her, studying her carefully. The way she would wrap her lips around the glass before taking a small sip. The way a smile formed on her face as the amber liquid ran down her throat. The way she relaxed whenever his hands began to rub circles on her back. He watched everything, but nothing mesmerized him more than when she pulled her hair up. He was surprised it had taken her so long to pull it up with the heat, but he loved anytime she did. The way she would grab her hair in a fistful, exposing the entire back of her neck. The way she held it up as she pulled a rubberband through. There was something about the back of her neck that he loved and he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward to press his lips against her skin. 

It was moments like these when he noticed the shift the most. Because now, as he kissed against her pulse, the words, ‘I love you’ kept wanting to slip through his lips. He couldn’t allow that. As much as his mind might want to whisper it, he couldn’t. He could love her, he just could never tell her. He shifted himself, pressing his lips against her own, anything to keep his mouth busy from saying the words he had forbidden himself from. 

@prettyparkinson

[torva-black]

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👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

James. When he ran away from home and went to the Potters and saw how loving his family was Sirius couldn’t help the wave of jealousy that overtook him. And he’s still jealous of that. Though, he’s jealous of anyone with a loving family. He just can’t help it. Because that’s all he wants.

[torva-black]

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👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore.

Honesty, no one. Sirius acts as though he hates his family. But he can’t. He still loves Bella and Narcissa and Reg. There’s no one that he dislikes who he used to love.

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a quote you’d like to use to build a character on

“I’ve lived. I’ve really really lived. I’ve failed. I’ve been devastated. I’ve been broken. I’ve gone to hell and back. And I’ve also known joy. And passion. And I’ve had a great love. See death for me is not justice. It’s a … end of a beautiful journey.”

a song you’d like to use to build a character on

Stand In the Rain - Superchick

So stand in the rainStand your groundStand up when it’s all crashing downYou stand through the painYou won’t drownAnd one day, whats lost can be foundYou stand in the rain

a song you’d like to use to build an rp relationship on

Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars

Let me in the wallsYou’ve built aroundWe can light a matchAnd burn them down