metanoia.

she’s my cup of tea but she carries the scent of coffee, she’s confusing in the most delicate and dangerous of ways.

[beautyidol]

🐱

[randolhllee]

“make no mistake: there will be dragons. what they don’t know is that you will always be ready with coal wedged between your lips & a match poised between your fingers. here is the vital difference between you: they burn to kill, but you burn to survive. - may they never underestimate you again.”

— Amanda Lovelace,  the princess saves herself in this one

[crcwan-blog]

hi everyone long time no see! just a small update now that my life is finally piecing itself together, i should be able to come back around the 27th and so onwards on my kids. it's been a while and i can't get back to writing but also i miss you all. anyways meanwhile i hope you all take care of yourself!

[crcwan-blog]

hi everyone! this is a notice that i'm going to be going on semi-hiatus for a while. i have a con coming up...some other things...am also not feeling the best right now too so with that in mind i'll be slow! both on here and on discord (where a lot of you have me) but i promise to return as soon as i can! love you all, make sure to eat, drink and do your best to get enough sleep!

[crcwan-blog]

- shop till you drop

@crpenelope

penelope adored rowan. there was a spot created for the woman whose kindness seemed eternal. while the latter did admire several qualities, there was one she believed the other caressed. her fashion sense. while the slytherin had no prejudice against the gryffindor, she did have a trivial wish on wanting to dress up the other.

“good because i’m not going to accept a no,” she said with the ember of her determination burning brighter. “so, we meet up early in the morning and we shop till our arms and legs are sore. it’s perfect for both of us because pretty girls deserve a good splurge and bonding time with each other.”

     “i wouldn’t expect any less of a resolve from the penelope heo. truly, you know best," rowan states playfully, eyes forming half-crescents in her smile. truly, the slytherin girl brings her laughter & insight all at once. respect becomes a common language here, a bit of awe & certainly a lot of charm.

     "that sounds like a good plan to me," she nods. between the chaos of school & other matters, simply hanging around with people, splurge a bit sounds like the best solution. of course, there would be a chance her wallet may cry afterwards but currently, that started to sound like an afterthought.

     "would nine am work or do you want it to be earlier? i guess we have to take the train so maybe if we really do want to spend the entire day we should think this over... but since it's a weekend maybe they'll close late?"

[crcwan-blog]

crelijah:

elijah opens his mouth before closing it. he had to come up with something in order for her to scold at luke. ‘oh how that would be great for him.’ he always wanted to get luke in trouble with rowan. even though luke and rowan are together, somewhere deep inside his head, he still thinks rowan deserves so much better than him. 

“well…” he purses his lips slightly, deep in thought with what kind of trouble that could probably make rowan scold at him. of course, elijah wasn’t really a troublemaker but nothing was really popping up in his head, he really didn’t know what to say. he lets out a deep sigh, defeated that his so called plan did not work out in the end.

hearing the next words that rowan says to him, he puffs up his cheeks and flaps his arms up and down as if he was a little bird, “one day rowan! one day…. he, the one that shall not be named, will bully me and you have to scold him!” he raises his pinky up for her to pinky swear with him, “promise rowan? you’ll promise me right?” 

     partially her mind tunes itself to his words. partially it dances elsewhere, not as focused simply because rowan knows whatever answer which will slip from elijah's mouth will be considered false. there is no way it could be true because, in the larger image, she knows both boys well. perhaps not as well she knows herself or her family members that she has spent much of her life well, but good enough to piece some things together.

     "yes as long as you can prove to me that it happened, i will scold him for you," the gryffindor speaks lightly, lifting her own pinky to wrap it around his in a promise. a promise that she knows will unlikely be fulfilled unless elijah hatches a plan to falsely incriminate luke. which, she thinks he could try but he certainly wouldn't succeed.

     "but until then let's play nice okay? maybe you'll eventually come to like...he, the one who shall not be named," she pauses, retracting her hand & looking at him curiously. "but what did he even do in the first place for you to dislike him?"

[crklaus-deactivated20181023]

SERIOUSLY TRASHED (a friday night prior to the present - @crcwan)

entering darkened, silent corridors- in contrast to the noisy site he had withdrawn from. relying on nothing more than his intoxicated mind to remove himself from within the hallways. his hand lead him along, gliding against the cold stoned walls. a light shining from the device held within his opposing hand, that would occasionally drop along with his limb. he knew where he was going, for the most part; losing his way being an occasional occurrence. if it weren’t for the castle walls being there as his support system, let’s just say he definitely wouldn’t have made it back in the time that he did. which quite frankly, was not an early time either.

the portrait guarding the tower awoken as a white light shined upon it. finally, just when he thought he succeeded in all forms, he was smacked in the face with reality. a password? he didn’t recall there being a password. cursing under his breath, as an onslaught of weak attempts were made. in time the fat lady had enough, mumbling words of how her sleep was interrupted for this- meanwhile swinging open.  how ever he managed to make it back to gryffindor tower without getting caught, well that remains a mystery. luck just so happened to be on his side this time.

he forced his legs to take him further, and up another flight of stairs. the winding staircase stole the greater of his balance, having him stumble within the wrong dormitory just in time to crash on top of the comfortable surface of a bed. he didn’t bother removing any article of clothing, it could wait until the morning; or rather, what he would consider morning.

[crcwan-blog]

     simply put, rowan's lost track of time. it's certainly easy to when there are no windows to remind her of the slow passage of time - no place to watch the sunset slowly fall as night draws its curtains. that's probably the reason why the gryffindor finds it so easy to concentrate underground, but there will always be some form of distraction around the corner to conquer.

     the biggest distraction of this hour becomes sleep itself. running on multiple days of six hours without any naps, her mind beckons to her earlier than before - begging her to finally reach the elusive eight hours. it's the weekend, there is nothing truly stopping her on friday night from having a bit of indulgence except for herself.

     by removing the lash off of her self-control, the reverberation of the word sleep becomes all the louder. in a matter of minutes she's packing up her notes, throwing the final pieces of her stationary into her bag, it's time to head to the cozy confinements of her bed. the journey back upstairs is short her steps faster than normal.

     it had not been a part of rowan's plans in any shape or form to find a sleeping figure in her bed. she recognizes the person, which in one way makes things easier. but it also summons a different catastrophe that plops itself into her mind.

     "klaus! how did you get in here? why are you in my bed?" rowan hisses, reaching her hands forward to aggressively shake his shoulder. cognac hues urgently glance around to make sure her roommates are either knocked out or not around - she really didn't want any misunderstandings. "you're in the wrong place."

[crcwan-blog]

"i know i shouldn't have been looking for you but i did," and he knows that when their eyes meet now, she will know the reason why he moved with his feet and not with his mind. "the flower." two words with a thousand meanings.

“oh...oh,” while rowan may have been perturbed in the beginning, sudden visits by xeno outside of what could be considered business hours was certainly a rarity - it is easy to fold features back into something calm & certainly not unsympathetic. contrary, she understood. maybe she understood too well where his worries lay.

"xeno, you are stronger than you think," she places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze. "you are braver than you think. you have more control of yourself, know more about yourself than you think. but don't push yourself because of what i said. that's always been my opinion, you know that. so only go when you’re ready."

[crxalice]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟTANGLED;

[crcwan-blog]

crxalice:

     it’s somewhat calming, the feeling of careful hands running through her hair. it’s been awhile since she’s had someone else touch her hair, the last time she remembers being her aunt tugging roughly on her caramel strands to get them to straighten out. not a memory she likes remembering, admittedly.

     "there wasn’t anything,” alice vehemently denies, resisting the urge to shake her head. “i just toss and turn a lot, i guess,” which is true most of the time. thank god they just shared rooms and not beds.

     "i don’t get dreams like that,“ her tone is surprisingly curious, like she had just happened upon a discovery. "i can hardly remember mine after ten minutes, i’m just left with a vague idea of what emotions i had during it,” she continues, a small smile on her lips. casual conversations like these were nice, even if it was under weirder circumstances.

     she lets out a laugh at the anecdote, her mind briefly drifting to her own lack of family connections, but snapping back to reality easily as she’s given a rougher tug. “do you remember your dreams much?”

     “oh! an active sleeper. i see, i see,” focused more on the girl’s hair, rowan fails to notice the vehemency in the younger girl's tone, letting it easily slide by. "i'd say not a bad thing. at least we're not sharing beds here...or have bunk beds. that sounds like a disaster for people like us."

     a blemish on her brother's face could be resolved with an apology. however, the gryffindor feels as if she'd probably have to offer sweets, a letter & maybe even makeup to placate a scorned unfortunate roommate. even then it might not be enough for her, a strong guilty conscious pulling up each time she sees her ugly artwork on someone's skin - this was certainly for the better.

     "just emotions? i hope they're good emotions then," rowan states, if she were her brother she would have probably dug further but discussions like these were already enough to satiate her. it's always like meeting someone new when sleeping habits become unravelled.

     "for me...i tend to remember my dreams. well apparently it's just the last ten minutes but it feels like a long journey," finally untangling a specifically aggressive knot, rowan focuses a bit more on other things now. "i usually have a superpower. doesn't matter which but at the same time i lost my magic so i'm a muggle. and there are the bad guys...i'm trying to fight while living underground. oh and sometimes my friends appear."

[crxisla-blog]

βρέχει

apparently as isla comes to learn the moment she steps off the airplane, not all parts of canada snow during the winter. rowan’s home city is a reflection of the london gray instead. somber, overcast with a drizzle that intends to put a damper on her mood. but it doesn’t. isla does not think that anything could shake her core as much as her mother’s words upon hearing that sh intended to stay over at a dirty half-blood’s family for the winter holidays.

a useless child who ran right into the mouth of a beast, her mother had said but isla thinks that the sharp canine she sees fitted with leering eyes ready to ravage all belonged to her mother. someone who almost thought of kidnapping her own daughter if it meant breaking her back home, a veiled threat sprouted during a phone call. the mildest of threats now that isla thinks back, among many other things she had said.

the success story come with blackmail. she feels a bit disgusting as if isla’s lowered herself to her mother’s level when she turns the waiting chauffeur away with a heavily guarded secret.she doesn’t let rowan know that.

❝ – it’s as if the weather knew we wished to head out today, ❞ isla comments, watching through the car window as they pass by a sandy beach decked with big logs for makeshift seats. ❝ – you never did say where we’re going exactly. i do recall something about a long walk. ❞

@crcwan

[crcwan-blog]

      it would be a special christmas this year, her unique gift would be her lovely slytherin friend coming to relish the incoming days that offer them time to relax away from the curse of the schools. but, rowan is not blind, she notices that there is still something flickering across the other's features - with nothing disclosed she can only hope she can use the city to woo the other girl away from the storm in her mind.

     "it's a park in the middle of the city, a big park created by an island and there's like an aquarium. also a beautiful restaurant lodge with gardens surrounding it. totem poles, which i bet you've never seen before since these ones are a canadian exclusive," listing things, rowan slowly ticks things off with her fingers while she recalls from her memory.

     "the main point is definitely the seawall. there's the beach but then there's the seawall which is a whole new experience. oh yea, there's also a lagoon where you can see wild animals. turtles....interesting birds like herons. doesn't it sound interesting to you?" 

     for the first time in a while, rowan looks over at her friend in the moving vehicle, a hand leaning over to give the other's arm a gentle squeeze. "it's one of my favourite places."

[crcwan-blog]

☎

the library of your mind harbours an adventure (not accepting) Send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

name: liam 🐟 heo 

ringtone: ponyo theme song

picture: an accidental photo that was taken while he was laughing but it was so cute she kept it

last text received/sent:  【 1:42pm ✉ ➝ Liam 】I need you to come out with me right now! it’s raining we have to go save the bugs! right?

[crcwan-blog]

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amelia is always the first family member to know things from rowan. whether it is something good or something bad, the first person she’ll call or text once she receives the news is her cousin. rowan actually waits until she receives a response from amelia before telling anyone else.

Send 👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship.

1. late night underneath bed covers. sometimes they're just sleeping. arms & legs tangled with each other without knowing - not that actually waking up to wrapped limbs changes anything for them. sometimes it's late night conversations that fall between whispers && giggles. either way, it's all the familiar for the two.

2. dress up. costumes & regular clothes - it doesn't matter what the important part here is that they are having a lot of fun trying new things. at the most basic, the two of them pretend to be models. but sometimes, in jest the two of them pretend to be queens, fairies, whatever slips into their mind as a reflection of the younger day.

3. christmas lights. since winter holidays are usually short, it's not worth it for their family to fly rowan and her older brother back home. so usually, they would spend their days together in amelia's home. for rowan this would mean winter in london, she's actually somewhat forgotten what christmas is like in vancouver, but london's admittedly better regardless. she loves the lights which decorate the city and makes sure to take photos with amelia each winter.

Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse.

Dear my beloved cousin Amelia,

     What else do I start with but to say I miss you? Summer is long and I heard you wouldn't be visiting us this year. So I decided to do my best job to send you a bunch of custom postcards detailing what we have been doing out here! This summer is cooler than normal, thank goodness but it means less beach time. But we always have fireworks at least and because it's not as hot I'm not suffering as much waiting. I think I befriended a seagull but you know how they are, they forgot me soon after when there's no food. But I still tried. Did a lot of hiking too climbed an entire mountain with a friend! But yes my postcards will explain it all in more detail!

Love your Favourite Cousin,Rowan Song

Send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours

❝ amelia song is a goddess who has come down from heaven to grace us with her lovely presence. no mortal can compare to her or her legacy here in hogwarts and nobody should even attempt to try unless they want to make a fool of themselves. she’s the best. oh, was it supposed to be one compliment? oh well! ❞

[crcwan-blog]

☎, 😍, 💤

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name: peter park (the cutest gryffindor 🦁)

ringtone: spider-man homecoming theme (feat a random clip of peter’s aiyaaak that she managed to record)

picture: she found it cute. also she’s probably constantly changing his photo

last text received/sent:  【 11:34am ✉ ➝ Peter 】peter how dare you think of going cliff diving!!.....................without me!!!! 😊

Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

“to my handsome gryffindor son, you want me to find just three things for you? my top three picks...well you know what i’ll just say the first three things on my mind. first i love how playful you are! i don’t think i truly knew the definition of having fun until i met the almighty peter park. even the smallest thing you do puts a smile on my face...i’m starting to sound like a real mom now aren’t i? but that’s the thing you’re just that funny. also with that...i love your random ideas? i mean i know some people would disagree with me but i think that’s what makes life a lot more interesting. habits are boring, try to be sporadic, follow the spur of the moment! it’s a risk but it brings new opportunities...and lastly...” rowan briefly pauses to reach her hand upwards to pat his head.

“you’re a very strong boy. you’re always ready to protect your friends. not everybody can do that. it’s easy to say one thing but actions are another matter. but for you, you do what you say. just remember if you need help you also have us. don’t take everything alone okay?”

Send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep.

“okay...i have absolutely no clue how i’m supposed to reverse this but i think my deflected spell accidentally turned peter into a beaver. like... the creature on the nickel yes. i mean yes he’s quieter and he’s still adorable but that’s not the point brother. oh yea he’s currently asleep on my lap but how long do you think it’ll take him to start chewing on the furniture? exactly. point made.”

[crcwan-blog]

for 2SUNS ( luke/rowan )

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ 𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀs I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋.  Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ 𝕊ℂ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊 ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀs sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ 𝕊𝕂𝕀ℕ.

ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛ

to @crluke

[crkaori-blog]

— anthurium.

@crcwan

     “rowan!” kaori tumbles onto her own bed before rolling to the side to face her roommate. there’s a cheeky smile on her face that only grows when her attention is drawn. “i heard about you and lucas,” even with the teasing tone, there’s only positivity to be found in her words.

     “i’m so happy for you! after so long—finally!” her ability to form full sentences seemed to have escaped her with all the excitement in her veins. she’s been cheering rowan on for longer than she’s been cheering herself on and maybe she finally understands how people gain happiness from seeing others’ succeed.

     “so, how did it happen?” propping herself up on her elbows, she tilts her head curiously, as she studies her roommate’s reaction. “was it romaaantic?”

[crcwan-blog]

     “oh did you now? wow, words travel fast,” the last sentence is mumbled quietly, the girl perching on top of her bed pulls one of her animal-shaped pillows closer into her lap. glancing down at it rowan pulls at some stray lint, less embarrassed about the memories which flash through her mind & a bit more mortified that so many people know already without her announcing anything yet. but privacy in a school like this would be certainly a lot rarer.

     “thank you!” gaze glances back upwards again, eyes shifting into half-crescents with her smile. at her question, the gryffindor tilts her head in thought. she ends up shrugging her shoulder after a minute of pondering. not that it wasn’t romantic, she doesn’t think any shape of confession could possibly be classified as not romantic - but the chaos which unfolded before it all was not the best of memories. "it was miguel and peter's fault. well, fault might be a bit too harsh now it was due to them."

[letaburns]

【 dungeons and dragons 】

day-dreaming with @crcwan, @crsatomi, @crlynette, @crmargot

elizabeth was known for being reckless and impulsive, doing things without thinking most of the time. she even tried to fight a metal pole, for god’s sake. sometimes she wondered if she should’ve been in gryffindor and enjoying sitting upon the cushions that had graced her role model’s bottom instead, but even if she wasn’t in ravenclaw, she could already tell herself that was wishful thinking as the young girl stands in front of the dragon and all of her spunk goes flying out the window.

she turns to look at her roommates, unsure of the next steps as she really didn’t want to approach the massive beasts that loomed over them. even when the guides have reassured them, she still didn’t feel reassured. there was a reason why dragons weren’t part of the curriculum at hogwarts and she’s pretty sure it’s because they breathe fire and stuff like that.

“so…” she begins, addressing the other girls, unease present in her voice, “how should we approach this? should we like- send in a couple of us first and if they need help, the others can follow after? or… we all just go in at once?” she really hoped they wouldn’t have to all go in, “’cause like… i feel like if all of us went in we would scare them, you know? so maybe it would be better if I just sat out of this one, just a thought.”

[crcwan-blog]

     rowan blames the movies. the muggle ones & the magic ones. statistically speaking, it would be impossible for most wizards & withces to ride a dragon in their short mortal life. it would be even more unlikely to tame the majestic creature that symbolized power & freedom with every motion it made.

     she's skipped the idea of taming them long ago at least. the magizoologist relatives of hers has told her straight up when she was young she should give up or greet nasty scars that would marr her for a lifetime. the gryffindor didn't really want to have a scar or two, even if it was a supposed symbol of pride & strength.

     but flying. if rowan could convince a dragon for a short term flight she thinks she'd be delirious with glee. especially if it was one performed by this beautiful species whose white seems even paler than that of fresh snow. something so beautiful, known for peace & only killing when hungry would most certainly suit her mood.

     it's not too unsurprising that the people around her right now might not agree. she thinks if she tries hard enough to focus on her surroundings, she'd also be able to hear a couple of familiar voices of people far away from them disagreeing with her foolish reckless dream. but she wasn't going to listen.

     "are you-" rowan's about to say the dodged word, calling out her friends fear that so easily soaks her vision. but then she thinks over the ravenclaw's wors and dcides that there is some merit to it.

     "i volunteer to go in first! it seems fun," as if there is some professor in the premises picking people out, rowan shoots her hands up fora  few seconds before lowering it again.

[crcwan-blog]

⭐️, ☎ ,📱, 🍵

the library of your mind harbours an adventure (not accepting) Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

it might just be the sort of aura that jon gives but rowan feels as if she can tell him anything. which while she skips muggle related topics and excessive information (like her cramps or something) rowan finds herself easily telling him many things from little insignificant stuff to confiding. he's a year younger, but rowan tends to forget that easily because he's just so comfortable to be around.

Send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

name: jon ⛄ jang

ringtone: RHEEHAB - like a sunflower

picture: from once upon a time

last text received/sent:  【 4:50pm ✉ ➝ Jon 】cooking club president jon, i found a new recipe. want to test it out with me?

Send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

hey jon, as you can tell it's rowan! i dunno if you have plans for the night but i heard you can get a great view of the night sky from the beach. i'm thinking of checking it out after dinner. let me know if you want to come along. see you!

Send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets involving yours.

“is this where i’m supposed to say something like confessing to you?" rowan's laughter twinkles into the air as she shakes her head in disagreement. "because that'd be wrong. i don't regret that and i never will, unless you try to murder me in the future. then everything between us is redacted jon! but what i do regret is hmm...asking you that one time during breakfast why you looked so disturbed. cause i didn't need to know at all and i didn't need to imagine at all the image of a naked mimi yodelling bohemian rhapsody in the shower in my head. you know they say ignorance is bliss right? that would've been a good time to lie."