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Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

lost-prince-of-corona:

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

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Rethinking it all--(open thread)

He sat on the bench watching the children play in the park as twilight approached. It was one of the few times he felt at peace anymore. He still wasn’t sure about what had happened to his life? It had been a good one, maybe a bit lonely but good.

He had had a good job that helped protect people both no-maj and magic alike. He had had a place to live and plenty to eat and a purpose.  But now.

He had been taken prisoner by gellert Grindelwald. He could have handled loosing to Grindelwald even dying or being prisoner wouldn’t have been so terrible.

But...finding out what happened when he was a prisoner?  No one noticing for months that he was gone hurt but he wasn’t sure how they would have noticed. Grindelwald had mimicry down to a fine art, you had to give him that.

No. It was the killing of the barebone boy that made him feel sick. The boy had been an obscurus. He had needed the wizarding world but had been looked over and then killed for becoming what he had to be to survive.

They had killed someone that was barely a man because he didn’t know what to do with his power and had been betrayed.

What the hell was he supposed to do with that information? He took another drink.

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Hi I’m back.

Open starter anyone?

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Like for a starter!

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My Deepest Darkest secret?

I’m starting to agree with Gellert Grindlewald.

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Any Grindlewalds want to RP?

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My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.

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Send 😳, anonymously or not, if you're too shy or nervous to RP with me

Bonus points if you say why.

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Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

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Drop my muse down a peg. Bring up their deepest insecurities and most regretful past decisions. Do whatever you can to make them hate themselves.

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Send "🔥" For My Muse To Admit A Fear They Have.

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Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.

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(@justyouraverage-magizoologist) “Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

Percival paused. “Dont’ what?” he asked “Please talk to me”

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Its been months and I still can’t believe Credence is dead

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ooc: wow

I am SO sorry I just disapered but I am back now and ready to RP some more if people are stil interested. 

Just wanted to let people know I’m gonna start all over with rps bc it’s been so long.  

Sorry I was gone so long again. I promise Im back for real now!

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Graves smiled inot hte kiss and when he broke it moved is that the younger man was settled in his lap. He getnly petted langdon’s hair. “Feeling better?” he asked kindly

"Excuse me Sir? May I sit here please?" Landon asked the older gentleman. He held his drink in his hand and worried his lip between his teeth as he awaited an answer. ~ langdon-shaw

Graves looked up from staring at the  wall across teh room, smoking his cigar. He let his eyes wander over the younger man standing near him. “Of course” he said finally. He didn’t see the harm, it wasn’t like he was doing anything except drinking and smoking

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Graves didn’t stop him from pulling his pants up or getting back into his lap. He chuckled a bit. “So affectionate” he teased getnly kissing langdon again.

"Excuse me Sir? May I sit here please?" Landon asked the older gentleman. He held his drink in his hand and worried his lip between his teeth as he awaited an answer. ~ langdon-shaw

Graves looked up from staring at the  wall across teh room, smoking his cigar. He let his eyes wander over the younger man standing near him. “Of course” he said finally. He didn’t see the harm, it wasn’t like he was doing anything except drinking and smoking