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[stagcharmed-a]

“stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.”   -  @cewyllenw​

he  scowls,   in  a  perfect  display  of  what  sirius  chastising  him  for,      ❝   well,  what  was  I  supposed  to  do,   it  stings    ❞         sirius had  told  him  that  pressing  dittany  on  the  wounds  would  work,  would  fast-track  the  gashes  along  his  hands   stitching  themselves  back  up .   maybe  it  would,   but  he  didn’t  have  to  like  how  it  burned. 

but  he  offers  his  hand  back  anyway,  feeling  sufficiently  scolded.  sirius  was  right,  he  shouldn’t  be  a  baby,  he  should  just  be  glad  that  he’d  found  something  to  help,  and  saved  them  both  a  trip  to  the  hospital  wing.   there  was  no  way  he  could  think  of  to  explain  the  litany  of  bruises  the  both  of  them  sported.  still,  he winces  as  the  mixture  washes  over  his  scraped  hands  -  the  gashes  were  deeper  than  he  had  thought .    

but  at  least  sirius  doing  this,   dabbing  each  cut  with  dittany,  watching  it  heal  until  he  was  satisfied  gave  james  time  to  think .   his  mind  was  stuck  on  one  thing,  the  reason  they  were  both  sat  here,   and  he  might  as  well  say  it .   sirius  might  even  be  thinking  the  same  thing   ❝   last  night  -  why  did  we  do  that  ❞      they  had  gone  too  far,   that’s  how  the  two  of  them  had  ended  up  like  this .    a  stag  and  a  dog  together  could  take  on  a  werewolf,   but  it  was  an  even  enough  fight  they  couldn’t  come  away  unscathed.    sometimes  james  forgot,  under  the  full  moon,  exactly  what  remus  was.   with  just  this  collection  of  bruises,  and  some  cut  up  hands,  they  had  come  away  lucky .  

 but  last  night   . . .   they  could  have  killed  someone .   or  got  someone  killed, more  accurately .   it  was  unnerving  ,   he  tries  not  to  think  about  it  too  heavily .   maybe  the  guilt  comes  from  knowing  it  didn’t  matter,   they  wouldn’t  stop .  he  didn’t  even  want  to.   his  eyes  drift  up,   a  decision  to  try  not  to  let  the  heaviness  of  it  weigh  too  much  of  them .    he  cocks  his  head  to  the  side,   nodding  toward  the  hands  sirius  is  so  diligently  cleaning  up     ❝   will  I  ever  use  them  again  ?   ❞

[prodigil]

@cewyllenw​

THE  SUNS  BRISKLY  SETTING,  painting  a  glowy  neon  of  orange  and  pink  across  the  dusky  sky,  settling  tenuously  into  the  hard  dips  of  sam’s  face,  a  contrast  of  delicate  and  strong.  still,  he’s  alert,  hand  on  the  butt  of  his  pistol,  an  encasing  of  extra  rounds  tucked  into  his  back  pocket,  a  knife  somewhere--here  or  there,  perhaps  his  boot,  perhaps  his  inner  thigh.  he  moves  quietly  through  the  crunching  leaves,  almost  silently  for  the  oppressive  brush,  when--  

‘  agh!  jesus  christ!  ‘  

a  thousand  scenarios  rapidly  cycle  through  sam’s  head,  but  he  thinks  sirius  is  probably  most  lucky  he  didn’t  earn  himself  a  broken  nose.  when  recognize  settles  in,  he  sighs  a  labored  breath,  balling  his  fingers  into  a  tight  fist.   ‘  dumbass!  you  scared  the  shit  out  of  me!  what  the  hell  are  you  doing  out  here?  ‘

[cewyllenw]

tag fix

[mcmartyr]

@cewyllenw  //  cont

staying under the radar has never been a strong suit of marlene’s, she knew that people found it harder to make her a target of their mocking in comparison to her siblings so she did her best to defend them or take the brunt of the attention. unfortunately, some bullies were more perceptive than others and some of their words struck a chord. 

it’s as she’s walking into the great hall that marlene hears them, though they’re whispering, the room is quiet enough that the whole hall must have heard them. a giggle from the pair of ravenclaws at the next table seems to confirm it. she considers turning around when she spots sirius, picking up her pace so that it's not long before she's under his arm, "no need, they don’t know what they’re saying.”

[doecharmed-arc]

Happy Birthday! ( it is Half Yelled )     @cewyllenw​

head  jerks  up  at  the  sound   of   her  name  being  shouted  half  way  across  the  great  hall  .    and  there  ,  stood  in  front  of  the  empty  professor’s  table  with  his  arms  open  wide  ,  is  sirius  .  a  wide  grin  in  his  face  and  a  spark  in  his  eye  that  sends  a  shiver  of  fear  up  lily’s  spine  .  there’s  a  scattering  of  laughter  from  the  students  gathered  around  the  gryffindor  table  ,  and  a  few  stray  laughs  from  the  tables  beyond  .  they’re  all  ,  no  doubt  ,  waiting  with  baited  breath  for  whatever  sirius  has  in  store  .  she  can  feel  eyes  on  her  as  she  sinks  lower  in  her  seat  .  this  is  exactly  what  lily  didn’t        ——          a  big  fuss  .

a  short  laugh  rings  out  beside  her  ,  earning  her  boyfriend  nothing  short  of  a  death  glare  .    he  raises  his  hands  in  mock  surrender  ,  but  there’s  a  look  in  his  eye  that  lets  lily  know  that  whatever  sirius  is  about  to  do   james  absolutely  had  a  hand  in  it  .  even  though  she  had  made  him  promise  (  pinky  promise  ,  at  that  )  ,  that  he  wouldn’t  do  anything  .  she  hadn’t  done  the  same  for  sirius  ,  and  she  certainly  won’t  be  repeating  the  same  mistake  next  year  .  lips  part  to  release  a  snarky  remark  but  they’re  silenced  by  a  loud  bang  that  rings  out  across  the  hall  .  around  her  students  gasp  in  wonder  ,  and  there’s  a  sinking  feeling  in  her  stomach  as  she  turns  her  attention  back  to  the  front  of  the  hall  .

there  ,  above  sirius  ,  is  a  chorus  of  cats  made  out  of  shimmering  red  sparks  .    led  in  a  rendition  of  happy  birthday  by  the  boy  acting  as  a  conductor  .  a  hand  is  clamped  over  her  mouth  ,  but  whether  it’s  to  repress  a  growl  or  a  laugh  she’s  not  sure  .  the  singing  is  ,  of  course  ,  dreadful  .  none  of  the  cats  are  in  tune  or   ,  even  ,  in  time  with  each  other  .  another  bang  rings  out  as  they  stop  .  this  time  the  firework  explodes  to  reveal  shining  words  high  in  the  sky  ,  painted  in  red  and  gold  .    happy  birthday  lily  evans  !   this  time  she  can’t  hide  the  smile  that  breaks  across  her  lips  .  she  should  be  angry  .  furious  ,  even  .  she’s  head  girl  ,  a  role  model  for  the  rest  of  the  school  .  she  shouldn’t  be  seen  to  be  enjoying  ,  or  encouraging  ,  breaking  the  school  rules  in  such  a  way  .  but  ,  merlin  ,  the  display  is  beautiful  .

later  ,     after  mcgonagall  has  yelled  herself  hoarse  ,  he’s  rewarded  with  a  genuine  thank  you  and  a  soft  kiss  on  the  cheek  .

[scorchedfirst-a]

        STARTER CALL                          @cewyllenw​

Curled within a windowsill in the corner of the library, Iola takes a moment to relish in the quiet of the castle. Most of the other students had buzzed with excitement as they made their way down to Hogsmeade for the day, but she sat with a book in her lap and a paper bag of jelly slugs resting against her thigh. She hadn’t heard the other person approached, only realising they were there after a cough broke the silence. Quickly she shoved the bag into her robes, worried a teacher was about to catch her eating in the library.

“Oh, Sirius, it’s just you,” she says with a chuckle, pulling the bag back out and holding it out in his direction, “Want one?”

[hvperius]

🎥 (:

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send me a 🎥 for a vine that sums up your character | @cewyllenw

[mtchstck-a]

 Livvy knows all too well that even here there are way too many older kids, adults even, who don’t care how much you know the rules, how big or strong you are. It’s not about that. It’s about feeling powerful for just a moment. And some people find picking on a twelve-year-old is a way to do that. She knows this probably a little too well.

But it’d still hurt. Way, way more than she thought it was going to. And if Sirius wasn’t around--- Liv doesn’t wanna think about it.

“They never do.” Livvy informs. And she’s not above using nails and teeth to fight back. She idly scratches at the drying blood on her cheek, pulls her knees up to her chest. “If he tries that shit again I’m gonna tear his throat out. No magic needed.”

@cewyllenw​ from here 🔥

[martyrdoem]

" THIS MUST BE THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. ”     (     Her grin states otherwise, as does the way she draws nearer to the motorcycle    ).    Sirius just within reach, tactile hands seek him out as a chin tilts to prop itself on his shoulder. No matter that she needs to stand on her toes to do so.

“     –––      Can I fly it?     ”

@cewyllenw​     /     starter call.

[stagcharmed-a]

                           “   you deserve better  ”    [  @cewyllenw​  ]

❝    can’t  think  like  that     ❞        a  swift  response,   but  only  because  he’d  thought  ahead  to  what  he  would  say,  after  he  told  sirius.    he  sits  across  from  his  friend  at  the  table,  hand   tight  around  a  mug  of  tea,   which  was  acting  as  more  of  an  anchor  than  anything  else.    he  wishes  lily  could  have  been  here  for  this,  but  she  had  to  go  see  dumbledore,  and  they  both  agreed  it  was  better  to  just  break  the  news  than  wait  any  longer .   they  didn’t  know  how  long  it  would  be  until  they  were  settled,  until  it  was  safe  for  people  to  come  visit  them  in  their  exile .    

❝   doesn’t  matter  anyway,   I’ve  got  to,  don’t  I ?   If  it’ll  keep  harry  safe   ❞      though  james  can  admit  to  himself,  he’s  not  looking  forward  to  it.   the  idea  of  being  permanently  sidelined,  being  stuck  inside  without  all  their  friends  was  deeply  unappealing.   and  he  suspected  it  would  be  worse,  once  it  began.   he’d  always  enjoyed  his  freedom,  even  at  school  had  wandered  around  and  grounds  and  back,  looking  to  shake  that  incessant  restlessness  that  settled  over  him  every  now  and  then .  

he  rubs  his  eyes,  pulling  off  his  glasses  as  he  does  so  to  buy  himself  the  shortest  amount  of  time  to  feel  the  weight  of  the  future,  the  looming  uncertainty  of  it.   he  sighs,  replaces  his  glasses    ❝   you’re  the  only  person  who  knows,  beside  lily  and  dumbledore   ❞

[prodigil]

if theres a key, then there has to be a lock.

fun spn quotes.  /  always accepting.  /  @cewyllenw

‘ — YEAH,  THAT’S  GENERALLY  HOW  IT  GOES.  ‘   it  hums  with  life  in  sam’s  hand,  and  he’s  almost  certain  it’s  cursed,  can  practically  feel  the  bad  mojo  seeping  into  his  flesh  and  poisoning  him  to  the  marrow  of  his  bones.  not  that  he  could  have  any  more  shit  luck  than  he  did;  if  shattering  a  mirror  was  seven  years  bad  luck,  how  many  was  a  room  full?  the  brass  feels  heavy  and  warm  in  his  palm.  sam  tucks  it  into  the  fuzzy  lining  of  his  hoodie,  deciding  it  was  a  burden  he  could  shoulder.  he  was  familiar  with  occult  items,  cursed  or  otherwise.  sam  pads  his  fingers  around  the  subtle  indentation  framing  the  wall,  seeking  any  identifiable  abnormalities  that  could  double  as  key  holes.   ‘  did  you  just  realize  that  now?  ‘

[mangaien]

i think and i repeat think that the people i still owe a starter from this starter call is only 

@starfrckled

@cewyllenw

@pcltrghosts / @doemeawds

i am very sorry for i am tagging your guys as it might clog up your notes but i really just need to kinda get my shit together and also just check and also make sure you are notified that i sm actually working on it.

if you don’t see your name on this list and i owe you a starter omg please tell me i am trying my best to look at who i owe and i might have missed you and for that i am so sorry. 

[bcywonder]

where is charlotte ? 

@bcywonder ( dick grayson // canon-based // semi-active )  @cewyllenw ( sirius black // canon-divergent // active ) @starstriven ( fallon adams // oc // semi-active ) @buckleyup ( evan ‘ buck ‘ buckley // canon // semi-active )

[mcmartyr]

@cewyllenw​ said:  “ i don’t have the energy to risk a broken heart. ”  //  carly rae jepson starters

Marlene has always been one to pull away before she risks her own heart. Eventually, she wants to find someone that she can be true with, she’s seen the way her mothers look at each other and the idea of living without experiencing that hurts but she doesn’t believe that she’s about to find that at Hogwarts. Nor does she enjoy the idea of crying till she can’t anymore over someone that wasn’t serious. “There can be some enjoyment in the risk, if you go in thinking negatively you can’t be surprised when it ends badly.”

[doecharmed-arc]

handwriting tells you a lot about a person.

go to this site and display your muse's handwriting.

CEDARVILLE  CURSIVE  .  .  .   cederville  cursive  is  based  on  the  handwriting  of  a  cheerful  young  preschool  teacher.  from  her  love  of  her  cedarville  university  alma  mater  to  her  passion  for  her  students,  she  is  a  delightful,  dependable  person.  her  handwriting  contains  that  same  blend  of  fun  appeal  with  restrained  discipline.  many  handwritten  script  fonts  have  large  flourishes,  but  this  is  a  more  simple  script,  similar  to  authentic  daily  handwriting.

tagged by: @stagcharmed  &  @stoiretale  ♡ tagging:  @thiefreign ,  @irnmaidn ,  @thieirin ,  @cewyllenw​ ,  @fightwing

[hvperius]

cewyllenw replied to your post: �� (:

i’m gonna END U

literally  what  did  you  expect  tho