and will have a darkness in him for the rest of his life

Is Nathan Prescott a victim of Mark Jefferson?

So we now know that Jefferson is behind the kidnappings of the girls (for the record I totally called it). But one of his creepy pictures in particular stood out to me.

So this is back when we think Nathan is behind all of this. I’m not ruling out him having a hand in it (he did have those bondage posters in his dorm, similar to the ones in the Dark Room), however I think he may be a victim of Mr Jefferson too.

In this photo he is lying out, similar to Rachel Amber, with his arm above his head. He’s not really using any muscles here, he’s not leaning up, he’s not resting his head on his hand, he’s not even got his eyes open.

So I think here? Mr Jefferson drugged Nathan too.

I mean even if Nathan took it, I down it would be easy to get into that position with a timer on the camera. 

The Sweet Kiss of Rebellion - George Weasley

REQUEST:

(Requested by http://nanmet838.tumblr.com/ )

hi can I have a george one shot? where I’m in slytherin and I stand up for him after umbridge gives him detention for calling her a pink toad then I tell her her class that her class is rubbish and that she is a bitch and end up having a detention too…some fluff at the end, thank you!

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You sat quietly in Defense Against the Dark Arts, studying the notes that Professor Umbridge made you and the rest of the class take. You glanced up with a face of disgust as you saw her watch the entire miserable class with a sadistic looking smile.

Ever since Umbridge came along classes turned into a chore. She would inspect classes and grade the teachers and make life at Hogwarts a living hell. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right. Which was why when you heard about Dumbeldore’s Army you gladly joined. It was a chance for you to actually learn the magic that you came here for.

When you joined the D.A you didn’t expect to become fond of a certain ginger twin named George Weasley.

After he had successfully learned the Patronus Charm he had decided to help you learn it. Ever since that day the two of you have been as thick as thieves.

There was only one problem. You were falling for him and it didn’t help that Fred had noticed, but he promised to keep it a secret.

Now, as you looked over at the desk next to you George was passing a note to his brother slyly.

“What’re you doing Mr. Weasley?” Unbridge’s irritating voice bounced through the room.

George looked up at their ‘professor’ as she walked down to him.

“A note” he responded with a grin appearing on his face as he stared back at Dolores.

The troll of a woman snatched the piece of paper from his hands and read the writing. Her face contorting from controlling, to anger, to psychotic.

“You should think before you call your teachers a ‘pink toad’” she told him with an annoyingly fake smile as she made her way back to her desk. “You’ve just earned yourself detention this afternoon. I hope you don’t have any plans” she said as she sat back in her desk chair.

His note was true though, and she deserved a beat down. And once you saw there were only two more minutes of class left you took your chance and stood up.

“Sit back down, Ms. [Y/L/N]!” Umbridge shrieked at you.

“No” you fired back with determination in your voice.

“I’m sick and tired of you thinking that you are the best bloody witch in the entire world! You call yourself a teacher but you don’t let us learn, all you do is make us read and test! You’re a pig, and you know what? George Weasley is absolutely right! Your a big fat pink toad and your class is absolute rubbish!” You yelled at her and she stood at her desk stunned.

Everyone in the room was shocked by your truthful outburst and stared wide-eyed.

“You’ve just earned yourself detention today, Ms. [Y/L/N]!” The awful professor shouted back at you.

George then stood up next to you and looked at Umbridge with a charming smirk.

“You’re gonna have to give us two detentions” he stated and looked over at you, your face utterly confused.

“And why is that Mr. Weasley?!” Umbridge asked, furious at this point.

George smirked and looked to you “because of this” he responded quickly before taking your face in his warm hands and kissing you.

You were startled by the action but kissed him back.

“Get it George!” You could hear Fred shout to the two of you, causing you to smile into the kiss. Others in the class whistled and cheered for the two of you.

Umbridge’s gasps could be heard throughout the entire classroom.

George broke away from you with a huge smile resting on his soft lips.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! Mr. Weasley! My office, now!” The whiny women yelled, fuming with frustration.

You and George just stared at each other, smiling like maniacs as the rest of the class was dismissed.

The two of you would be in so much trouble but it was well worth it.

The real theme of Fire Emblem:  Awakening

Okay, so I was sitting in my bed, just thinking, when I came to a realization that I’m sure many people have thought about.  Fire Emblem:  Awakening has recently become one (if not my top) favorite games.  And one of the things that I’m sure that everyone who loves this game as much as I do also loves is the greatly crafted story.  But “awakening” isn’t the real them of FE:A.  

It’s redemption.

Take a look at most, if not all of the characters of FE:A.  Chrom wants to redeem his country from the dark past his father placed on it.  Lissa wants nothing more than to prove that she’s the Princess she claims to be.  Lon’qu is haunted by his failure to keep a past love of his safe from harm, inducing a fear that haunts him the rest of his life, though, later, he can marry, or at the very least, does learn to at least  deal with his fear.  Henry was abandoned by his parents and so if/when he gets married he becomes the father he always wanted to have.  Gregor made a grave mistake during combat and his older brother died because of him, so he took on his brother’s name and cast away his own.  Ricken’s family falls on hard times, so he sets out to redeem the family name by joining the Shepherds. 

Emmeryn sacrifices herself in order to redeem the past sins of her father so that Ylisse may be forgiven by Plegia. (Sound kinda familiar?  Just saying what I see.) 

These are only a few examples.  There are many more.

Now, awakening is a big part of FE:A’s story.  Just look at Robin/your unit/ whatever he/she’s name is.  Robin wakes up in a field with no memories; s/he has no family that s/he knows about, no friends, no knowledge of what s/he is or where s/he’s from.  So his/her’s story is about awakening the hero within his/herself as s/he makes new friends and a new life.  

The two words awakening and redemption aren’t as far apart as you’d think.  Though the themes are their own, they are connected: a cause and effect.  Chrom has to become the king of a country that he never expected to lead, never thought he could lead; he awakens to be the leader he needs to be, and by doing so, redeems Ylisse’s honor with the help of his sister’s sacrifice.  Lissa learns that she is fine how she is, and when she finds Owain, knows for certain she’s really one of the royal family. Robin awakens to the hero s/he is meant to be, defies fate and redeems his/her former self by sacrificing him/herself to kill Grima. (Or, you know, ignore that last one.  Two ends and all that.)  

So Fire Emblem:  Awakening has more than one positive theme for people to enjoy.  It’s more than just a game, it’s a work of art both in gameplay and story.

Or, if you’d like, it could just be a darn fun game. :)

moyashies asked:

Can you tell me a bit about Pandora Hearts, because I always see it and I'm wondering how it is? I don't have anything to read right now xD

this gif basically sums up what it’s like to start Pandora Hearts.

Pandora Hearts is a mystery/fantasy/psychological thriller series that’s set in a world which seems rather Victorian. It’s basically a dark and extremely twisted version of Alice In Wonderland. There are 3 chronological sections in Pandora Hearts: 1) that 1% of the series in which everything is perfect (before the rest of the shit happens), 2) the current timeline that goes through most of the series, and 3) the backstory behind EVERYTHING. The story starts with a privileged highly-born boy named Oz who’s living a fantastic life and everything’s great apart from the fact that he has a shitty dad who hates him and they almost never see each other. And then his “coming of age” (15) ceremony comes and that’s basically where everything goes (much faster than the acceleration towards the center of the Earth) downhill. Anyways, he ends up in a place called the Abyss, and when he gets out, things have changed.

Pandora Hearts is a story full of character development (every character gets their development at some point, so there’s plenty to look forward to), unexpected plot twists, tragedy and death. The characters range from hella young to hella old, so it’s quite relatable and easy to read (I lied, it’s not). There’s a lot about self-discovery and there are lots of positive things in this manga so it’s definitely worth the hours of crying. Plus the art is absolutely top-notch as well!

‘Yes,Jessie.Tessa’s brother would love to be bothered while He’s clearly trying to rest.Then again…Go Head.’

Will hated him.
All Nathaniel gray was,
Was a mundane who had got involved,
and had gotten his sister involved,
Both of which almost died trying to get out of there.
Tessa..Tessa wasn’t his sister,was she?
Not fully.It explained how careless he was with her life.
He was a big sibling himself,and would rather have died,
Would have chosen to die,then put cecily in danger.

gxryeggsyunwin

The first memory after being shot in the head was waking up to the sound of his nurse, humming as she changed out his IV bags. Her screaming didn’t help the massive headache he was sporting at the time but soon doctors were rushing into the room. Soon after he was finding himself falling back into darkness.

The next time he was up, he was more alert and able to spend a longer time awake. The doctors worked with him over the course of several weeks in getting him back on his feet. The damage to his face was surprisingly alright considering the circumstances in which he got shot. He would have reoccurring headaches and a slight tremor in his hand for the rest of his life. The vision in his left eye was dramatically reduced but they were able to save the eye.

Time and time again, they would ask if he knew anyone, friends or family to possibly help discharge him into their care. Yet every time they asked, Harry stayed quiet about it. He wasn’t so sure in heading back yet until he was fairly healed. The hospital was patient with him on that aspect.

One morning, Harry grabbed the phone and dialed internationally. A familiar voice echoed in his ear and Harry couldn’t help but smile at the Scottish brogue. After many words, words that even his own mother would be affronted, Merlin sent Harry his handler. Of course he didn’t mention whom it was.

That cheeky bastard.

Your Love Guard Me Through The Night….

TONIGHT I PRAY that you come to the Lord and find rest.  He is all around you and wants to bless and restore each one of you.  We need to breathe Him in with each breath we take.  The way ahead can be dark and steep.  Grab unto His hand with openness and trust.  Ask the Holy Spirit within you to order your day and control your thoughts, for the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace.  You can have as much of HIS peace as you want, through correct choices that you make with Him each day. Choose to get closer to Him through His Word and prayer, so that He will be an ever present help in times of trouble.  As you savor this gift, you find HIM.  When you abide in Him, you find joy and peace.  His peace will never leave you even until the end of time.  In Jesus name I pray, Amen and Amen…  I love you all!!!!  God bless you!!!! ♥♥♥ http://dlvr.it/BfZxKT

thanalansunglow asked:

Wilred

Wilred: What’s the greatest mistake my character has made?

Aymeric tried never to show weakness, knowing that his knights found strength in the illusion of an infallible leader. However, keeping it bottled up often left him to dwell on it when he was alone. Mistakes were inevitable, yet the Lord Commander simply could not let any single one that he’d made go. It was because even the slightest slip up could cost a life… and it had.

Resting his head on his hands, the dark haired Elezen sighed heavily. There were many things that he regretted, but nothing more so than the incident at the Vault. His own recklessness had put those closest to him in danger. In his naivety, he had assumed that he could somehow sway his father from his path of deceit or make the noble sacrifice if negotiations turned sour. He should have known that Lucia and the others would have come to his aid when he was branded a heretic and incarcerated. In trying to do what he believed was right, he risked all of their lives. That was something he could never forgive himself for.

it's all about you. // romeo + blair.

romeo smirked as he checked himself out in the mirror in front of him. he kept his eyes low as he fixed his hair. “this one?” romeo’s managers assistant asked holding out his red leather jacket. “perfect.” he grinned as he put it on his body and fixed the jacket. romeo was wearing a black tank top underneath the jacket and was ready. the sandy haired male shook out his hands as he walked with his security. “good luck, asshole.” he heard a familiar voice yell and he turned to see camila as she tried to catch up with the rest of the group. he laughed as his dark chocolate brown orbs stayed on the floor. romeo heard someone call his name and looked back up to have someone put on his mic. he stayed still for a moment before the person walked away and his mic was secure. “thanks.” romeo tried to say but the person was already gone. “alright, so romeo there is a total of five thousand people.” he heard his manager say into his ear piece and romeo just nodded. “fifth harmony ended their set five minutes ago. so we need to get a move on.” romeo just nodded his head taking in every word and rubbing his hands together. he was under the stage and stepped onto the plate that rose him up. “good luck.” he heard everyone say and romeo stayed silent letting out a small sigh before being raised up. the stage was full of smoke and it was dark. his eyes had to adjust to the light that sprung on to where he was. his smile grew when his ears rang with people yelling his name. romeo laughed as he walked to the end of the runway and smiled looking down at the girls beneath him. romeo had a smile that could kill and he loved making people smile. “so, arizona thank you for having me.” romeo chuckled as he un clasped his hands in response he heard more screaming and yelling. his eyes were on the crowd but more on a search for someone in particular.

DOMINUS: Purebloods (sans Blood Traitors) and people who supported the Dark Lord during the war, are considered to be of the social class Dominus. .

SERVUS: All of those who fought against the Dark Lord during the war, and people who are magical, and yet have no magical heritage, are considered to be of the social classServus.

                     Voldemort won

                                 The boy who lived failed

The year is 2016, it’s been 18 years since the final battle was fought in the Hogwarts grounds, the world has changed a lot since then, things that had never seemed possible before, now became truth in a matter of months. Harry’s life, however, was surprisingly spared, as was the rest of the people around him – those that were left of course. Not because Voldemort liked or pitied them, no death was too easy for the blood traitors and mudbloods in his eyes, but he decided that in his new world there would be a place for those whom he deemed  i n f e r i o r, a place where they could be useful to him and yet remember their status, as the bottom of wizarding society. This place was slavery. Everyone who opposed him became unimportant in society’s laws, the Servus, as he called them.

The Ministry as you know it, was demolished. Voldemort took over the power of the Wizarding Community as their one and only  m a s t e r, he was the Dominus of the society and he made sure everyone knew that. The minisitry is now a place full of Death Eaters. Aurors were replaced with Snatchers, their job was to search the country for any runaway slaves, anyone who possessed magic and may have slipped under the radar. The Daily Prophet became nothing more than a way for Voldermort to make his voice known and the wizarding world became a dark one.

But it’s all about to change, and all it took was two foolish teenagers falling in  l o v e.

Welcome to Servus! A brand new Harry Potter roleplay with a very unusual plot! During the next week character teasers will be posted and I will begin to answer all your questions!

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A Human in Ponyville

                                  Moving in and making friends

                                            Enjoy the read 

The rain was coming down hard the wind was howling pushing the relentless heavy rain drops into the lone figures unshaven face he had not the chance to shave for the past few days making him have short stubble, he moved his dark blond hair to the side it was socked it had turned black because of the heavy rain. It was like the very weather wanted to stop him from reaching his destination yet he marched on holding his packs chest straps close his heavy trench coat it was the only thing keeping him from the wind, the thick khaki green coat was a life saver it was waxed to make it wind and water proof he had had turned up the collar for he had no head wear. The sun had shone all day the ground was waterlogged his black hobnail boots were slick with mud the hobnails gave him more grip in the earth but the ground was pure slush he thought about trying to find a place to rest for he had been walking all day in the rain, his black trousers were now a mix of black and wet mud just then he looked up and what he saw gave him hope to carry on and relight the fire in his heart that no amount of rain could extinguish. A small town in the distance moving with a new sense of purpose he pushed through the mud and the rain until he reached it as he made his way into the town he looked at a sign on the edge of the town’s borders it said “Welcome to Ponyville,” he moved to the center of the town and looked or a place to stay the night seeing a inn close by a soft smile crested his wind batted face as the thought of a dry place came to his mind.

He move to the small inn and pushed on the door with a cold wet hand making it open and made his way in as soon as he closed the door behind he let out a loud sigh as the warmth of the inn hit him, he loosened the straps that held his large canvas backpack to his chest as he wiggled out of the straps it fell to the floor with a thud. Just then a yellow earth pony walked into the front room and in a cheery voice said “Welcome to my little old inn hope you enjoy your stay.” She looked the traveler in front of her and said “Oh you’re a human don’t see many of your kind around here” she ended with a smile so not to offend in any way by now he had undone his coat and picked up his pack with his right arm, he made a soft smile to her as he started to speak “Well I’m not surprised it’s a long way away from where I was born” she asked how long he had been walking? He looked at her and in a tired voice said “To long, could I rent a room for the night so I could dry my clothes and get a night’s sleep?” Upon hearing this she popped behind the front desk and asked what type of room he would like? He just asked for a simple room she got the key and asked him to follow her so he threw his pack onto his shoulder and followed the mare up the wooden stairs to his room for the night, she showed him in and said “The rate is 15 bits per night is that OK?”  He looked at her with a soft smile as he spoke “Yes that’s just fine” with that he moved into the room and place his wet pack into the bathroom to dry out.

She put the key to the room on the night stand and made her way out when she was gone he started to undress and unpack his things, he placed his boots on the tiled floor knowing that he would have to clean them in the morning and hung his coat up over the bath tub. He undid his shirt and hung it up as well just then the mare walked back into the room with some fresh towels he did not hear her or see her as she walked in, she looked at him seeing that he was half undressed she stated to blush she placed the towels down and sated to make her way out. Just then he gave her a side shot of his chest she could not help but look at him she thought to herself “Oh my he is well toned” seeing the  muscle, on his arms and chest she did not see it under his large coat but she could see it now and she liked it. Blushing even more as the thoughts came into her head she tried to move out but bumped into the boor frame and that caught his attention and he spun his head around seeing the mare there she tried to rush out but he called to her making her stop, she was blushing a crimson red by now knowing that she was in trouble for spying on him. He walked up to her and asked in a calm voice “Is there something wrong miss?” Now she had the full view of him he was covered in muscle but he was not mad or angry she told him that she had brought him some fresh towels pointing at them seeing them he said “Oh why thank you er… sorry I did not get a name how rude of me my name is Caesar what’s yours?” Holding out a hand this took her by surprise “Oh my name is Violet Rain no pun intended” “Why did I just say that!” she thought to herself.

Hearing this Caesar let out a small laugh “Well Violet Rain it is a pleasure to meet you and thank you for the fresh towels it was a very nice of you” Taking her hoof and giving it a small kiss she put her ears back and let out a small giggle he then said “Well I would like to take a bath and unless you want to share it with me then I think you need to leave” ending with a laugh. She was still blushing and one thought came to her mind “Oh can we share it” then another voice in her head yelled “no!” She looking at the man with her and said in a nervous voice “N…no thank you maybe next time hehe…” he then said “Well hope you have a nice night Violet hate to think that a mare as lovely as you is alone on a night like this.” She moved out the room and as the door closed behind her she started bounced up and down as giddy as a filly her cheeks red as a rose. “He’s lovely tall handsome and built like a shire and he likes me!” she bounced all the way back down stairs unknown to her Caesar had watched her do the whole thing threw the peephole in the door. He smiled at the happy mare and said to himself “I think I’m going to like it here she is lovely” and with that they both spent the rest of the night with a geeky smile on their faces think about the other.

The End                                      

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Your Love Guard Me Through The Night….

TONIGHT I PRAY that you come to the Lord and find rest.  He is all around you and wants to bless and restore each one of you. We need to breathe Him in with each breath we take.  The way ahead can be dark and steep.  Grab unto His hand with openness and trust.  Ask the Holy Spirit within you to order your day and control your thoughts, for the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace.  You can have as much of HIS peace as you want, through correct choices that you make with Him each day. Choose to get closer to Him through His Word and prayer, so that He will be an ever present help in times of trouble. As you savor this gift, you find HIM. When you abide in Him, you find joy and peace.  His peace will never leave you even until the end of time.  In Jesus name I pray, Amen and Amen…  I love you all!!!!  God bless you!!!! ♥♥♥

“The Second Prince”

Name: Prince Vitori Thrane
Other Names: The Dark Twin, The Ice Prince.
Age: 16
Species: Human
Relationships: Victor Thrane (Father), Visyena, Victarion (Siblings), Erik Erlean (Uncle), Varek (Uncle), Verona (Aunt)
FC: Alexander Vlahos
Status: Open

Biography

The second twin, the evil twin, the dark twin. All his life Vitori has been told that he is dark, evil and something of a mistake. It is never his parents or siblings that tell him this, but the rest of the North. Twins were always an omen of light and dark in the world, one would be good and one would be bad. Vitori was the second born twin and thus, he was the evil twin. From his birth, rumours spread about him and have followed him all through his life. It is these rumours that have shaped and warped Vitori, not the fact that he is second born.

The second Son of a Second Son, Vitori has been told his entire life that he will never have what his brother has. As a boy, Vitori entertained the idea of being king, he thought that since his father had become King, he would be to. Never had it occurred to Vitori that his brother would have to die for this to happen. For a while, Vitoir wondered if he could get away with it…if his brother died he would be king. However, the older he got the more he realised that it wouldn’t work that way. Vitori was smarter than his brother, so he knew that the way to the top wasn’t through violence. It was through intellect. So Vitori tried to get close to his brother, he gave up precious time in front of his books to train with Victarion. Over the years, Vitori grew closer to his brother, however there is always a need for acceptance that bubbles under his skin. Vitori truly thinks that if he gets the Throne it will mean respect. However now, he just can’t bring himself to think of anyone but Victarion in power, which puts an obvious strain on his plan.

There are two people in Aygothal that Vitori loves. While he cares for his parents and for his brother, it is his twin sister Visyena and his uncle Varek that he loves the most. His sister is the other half of him and Vitori only feels whole and at peace when he is with her. The twins are close and they often study together under their tutor. When Vitori trains, Visyena is there to urge him on and he does better when she is watching. His Uncle Varek is someone that Vitori trusts, even though he knows no one else does. His uncle has often told him that Vitori reminds Varek of himself. The same cunning and smarts define them, the way the bravery and honour define their brothers. Vitoir has no real view on the war or the tensions in Castamur, however he often wonders what it would be like if his brother were to perish in battle.

Personality 

Vitori is the polar opposite of his sister. While she is courteous and sweet, Vitori is sarcastic and cold towards others. While he is not all that rebellious, Vitori constantly makes his opinion known and often talks back, which has earned him beatings in the training yard. This poisonous exterior hides Vitoris true personality well. He is an incredibly hurt and repressed young man. With the entire court having a negative opinion on him, it would be easy for Vitori to become the sullen and sad son, but he took it in and hid it well. While he may not ever look or seem sad do not be fooled, Vitori is angry and upset at the people that are supposed to love him. The only person that knows how Vitoir truly feels is his sister, who has sworn never to tell anyone her brothers secret.

Important Bios

Visyena Thrane: His twin and the one person in this world that Vitori truly loves and trusts. He would do anything for her and her happiness is important to him. Vitori wants to see his sister happy and has heard talk that she is to be married off. Vitori is not happy about this and intends to fight for his sisters freedom, as he does not want to be separated from her. 

Varek Thrane: Vitori looks at Varek and sees himself. A man who has been shot down and walked on his entire life. However, Vitori knows how far his uncle has risen in court and he yearns to join him at the top when his own brother is king. Vitori looks up to his uncle more than any other person he knows. 

vivatreginam asked:

❝It is true. I was unfaithful to you with all of them. With half your court. With soldiers of your guard, with grooms, with stablehands. Look for the rest of your life at every man that ever knew me and wonder if I didn’t find him a better man than you!❞ ( angst me up )

Such was the silence that you might have heard a pin drop. Those cutting words had their intended effect, slicing through the cavern of his chest and piercing true the spot where his heart was debated to be. Inhale. Exhale. Henry was forced to remind himself to breathe as he stared down the dark, stormy eyes of Anne Boleyn. All the while his mind was blank with white hot rage - a debilitating sickness that churned and ravaged his conscious. 

There was something about her saying it. It did something to hear the words so bluntly from her own lips - lips that had once spoken only of love and devotion. What should have been triumph at the sound of her admission was instead blistering rage and wounded pride.

How dare she!

What time was there to think? She surely hadn’t! What time was there to come up with some alternative course? Fate had laughingly brought them here. His hands gripped her shoulders, callous and shaking as the flush of anger washed over his face and painted fair skin a furious red. 

It was one thing for Cromwell to accuse her. Charles. Himself. They all had a common end; a goal to see her gone. She was a blight on the throne! A wretched mistake in the desperate quest for a son. Anne had used him! Lied to him! No sons! No princes! No boys!

Had he not fulfilled his part of the promise? He had loved her. He had given her a crown and raised her family further than any other. Henry had given her the whole of England in the palm of her pretty little hand.

She had given him bitterness and strife. She had given him insults after insult, words that over stepped her bounds and brought his rule into question. 

Where was his heir? The Tudor name - his father’s legacy - She would see it finished!

The scream that ripped from his lips was guttural and filled with all of their failures. Everything that he felt was let loose in a dark wave of madness.

Damn her! Damn her to hell!

❝ I gave you everything, madam! I tore this entire country to pieces for the sake of you! ❞ 

His pursuit of this wretched witch had made him the laughing stock of the Christian world! Mocked and ridiculed! Questioned at every corner and chided like a whipping boy at every turn! 

And still, he had loved her!

❝ I AM THE KING OF ENGLAND AND YOU HAVE MADE A FOOL OF ME! ❞ 

Blue eyes searched her face, looking beyond the dark circles and lines for the maiden that he had chased with a fervor. Even now - especially now in her defiance - she was beautiful and that alone infuriated him.

Would she always have such power over him? Would she always hold such authority over him? A woman! 

Henry wouldn’t hear it.

❝ May you rot in hell for all the love that I bore you and your deceptions. ❞ 

His lips crushed against hers, demanding the entirety of her being. If there were other men, he would burn them out. Never would any man plague her as he did. Never would any man command her as he. 

No man was his equal - next to him there was none superior. Let her be reminded and know it when the sword came down. Let neither of them be free.

thelonghairedpillock asked:

”We have won a battle, not a war"

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           ❝ war is battle, and we are one step closer to winning it. ❞

       the young man is right, sirius knows, but those words can barely dim
       the gladness he feels. not for the battle, not only, but for the freedom
       he has enjoyed after so long, and he almost feels guilty for the joy that
       had rushed through him with every curse he shot. does he know
       anything but war? has his life not been shaped by it, left its scars and
       imprints all over him? how can he not love it, the feeling of the wood
       between his fingers and the bright lights, elating, freeing, fulfilling? if
       it is so easy to hurt, damage, win? it is engraved on his soul, he is
      marked for the rest of his days, and he is close to the edge.

DOMINUS: Purebloods (sans Blood Traitors) and people who supported the Dark Lord during the war, are considered to be of the social class Dominus. .

SERVUS: All of those who fought against the Dark Lord during the war, and people who are magical, and yet have no magical heritage, are considered to be of the social classServus.

                     Voldemort won

                                 The boy who lived failed

The year is 2016, it’s been 18 years since the final battle was fought in the Hogwarts grounds, the world has changed a lot since then, things that had never seemed possible before, now became truth in a matter of months. Harry’s life, however, was surprisingly spared, as was the rest of the people around him – those that were left of course. Not because Voldemort liked or pitied them, no death was too easy for the blood traitors and mudbloods in his eyes, but he decided that in his new world there would be a place for those whom he deemed   i n f e r i o r, a place where they could be useful to him and yet remember their status, as the bottom of wizarding society. This place was slavery. Everyone who opposed him became unimportant in society’s laws, the Servus, as he called them.

The Ministry as you know it, was demolished. Voldemort took over the power of the Wizarding Community as their one and only  m a s t e r, he was the Dominus of the society and he made sure everyone knew that. The minisitry was now a place full of Death Eaters. Aurors were replaced with Snatchers, their job was to search the country for any runaway slaves, anyone who possessed magic and may have slipped under the radar. The Daily Prophet became nothing more than a way for Voldermort to make his voice known and the wizarding world became a dark one.

But it’s all about to change, and all it took was two foolish teenagers falling in love.

Welcome to Servus! A brand new Harry Potter roleplay with a very unusual plot! During the next week character teasers will be posted and I will begin to answer all your questions!

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Over the last 6 weeks or so I was taking some time to explore a relationship with J. He seemed great. He was handsome and funny and he made me smile. When we were together he was always touching me. Resting his hand on my thigh when we were in the car, holding my hand and even brushing my hair out of my eyes. Unfortunately we didn’t have the opportunity to spend too much time together on a regular basis due to circumstances. He’s in the middle of a huge transition in his life and has been drawing further and further away from me. I would send him words to stay positive and to encourage him because I believe that the solution to his situation is around the corner. He called me his light to his darkness and when he was with me his place of peace. Yet when he needs a lifeline he won’t take it. He says he’s doing it for me. So he doesn’t hurt me down the road but we haven’t even fully explored this yet and now we won’t. It makes me sad. I could see the future and the potential of what we could have been and then not to try…….. It seems like a wasted opportunity.

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“i don’t wanna’ go out. i don’t wanna’ get out of bed. i want to sit here and cry a little and maybe avoid everyone for the rest of my life! you can find someone else to go get lunch with you, i’m busy today!” his exclamation was followed by pulling his blanket over his head with a defiant grunt. his eyes watered but he assumed even if his visitor decided to come down and see him, the darkness would shadow him, though his sniffling probably gave enough away. he was having one of those days, the kind he needed nothing more than to lay down, cuddle in silence, and watch all of the dorky animated films he could fit in before passing out. 

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➢ are you going to age with grace? :: stvrgvzer

Her next target is the son of a successful CEO - if she succeeded, she’d have enough money to feed herself for the rest of her life, but it wasn’t going to be easy with all the bodyguards around him. It was a 50/50 percent chance, and she doubted herself more than she normally would and today was the day of the first trial. 

With her poor attempt to break into his office, she was thrown out of the building with various guards, causing her to be injured, bruises and cuts everywhere, almost made her wonder how she got them considering the fact that it wasn’t a cat fight anyway. The sun went down and the rain started pouring. The dark haired female walked along the sidewalks, her cold rain completely drenching her, her hair soaked from it. The only place she could think to go was Hanna’s. The girl radiated warmth like no one else. 

Shivering in front of her place, she leaned against the door, trying to quiet herself down from the pain that surged through her body from the fresh bruises. “Hanna? It’s me, Haru. I… well, let’s just say I need first-aid.”