Well fuck, Till is an INFP, the same as me...
MOTHERFUCKER HOW ARE YOU AN INFP-
Nevermind, it actually explains a lot. Now I can properly psychoanalyse you, little shit. I can get into your mind and read you like an open fucking book.
YOU AIN'T SLICK, ASSHOLE, I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT VIVINOS ORIGINALLY DESIGNED YOU TO BE THE MOST SENSITIVE AND TIMID OF THE BUNCH. THAT SHIT DOESN'T JUST GO AWAY.
You care in such a god awfully unique way, and you love people with your whole being, and when they hurt, you hurt, and now you have watched most of your childhood friends go missing or die on a stage for your abusers sick entertainment.
You were so angry before, Till. But, then you wanted to let go. Now? Now you have someone who died for you to live. What the fuck are you gonna do, Till? Because I'm hoping it's to fight back. Fight back with open emotions running down your face, and scream at the world that's so unfair.
Till, I know what you are. At least, I hope I do.
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just some lil ghost boy sketches
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Look at this frog I found at the lake :D
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Location: Godricks Hollow - Graveyard
Open: Everyone
Precious son, Beloved Black.
The script under his name was odd to read. Precious son. Perious. It actually made Regulus laugh a bit. However, he didn't smile as the amused sound left his throat. Rubbing his hand across his chin, his fingers shaking lightly he looked over his own headstone once more. It was jarring to see. His name is carved into the black stone and those little lies in such pretty script below them. The only thing that had ever been precious about Regulus, at least as far as his parents were concerned, was his ability to carry the Black name forward.
Of all his blood relatives, they could be left in the dark about his resurrection the longest.
However, if they knew he had betrayed the Death Eaters and played a hand in reducing Tom to ash then they probably wouldn't want anything to do with him. Which, was best for everyone.
Lifting his chin slightly, Regulus was about to stop pitying himself and go when he heard the crack of a branch behind him. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze near lazy, Regulus let his green eyes drift to whoever was behind him.
"If you are trying to get the jump on me that was a pathetic excuse for sneaking." He drawled. "If not-" Regulus shrugged, "Maybe annonce yourself before wallking up behind someone."
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The moment where I try to draw a character and it sucks so I just end up drawing a scraggly little guy
Look at him…what is this
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HAPPY LEOPARD CAT TUESDAY!!!
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I made my friend the saddest wettest crustacean for christmas and they love him
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Hehe I drew Gloom Twilight for the Masquerade AU
He got a bit out of hand, who let him be this pretty?? Me?? Impossible
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GAME OF THE CENTURYYYYYYYY
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