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sterling rosenthal. ❝ i used to rule the world, seas would rise when i gave the word. now in the morning i sleep ALONE, sweep the streets i used to own. ❞seventh, pureblood, slytherin, neutral.

[shilohelezovic-blog]

               SHE SCOFFED IN HIS FACE, “ I wouldn’t waste the fucking breath on your mates, you  m o p e y  prick. No, you’re an eighteen year old who never learned to STOP being a little brat, init. ” Initial anger waning, the PAIN begun to wash over her, and combined with the intoxication had the girl woozy and wobbling. “ Just fuck off back to your wanking circle. Sound of your voice is more excruciating than the broken ankle. ”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“Well, you just fucking did, you stupid little tick.” Fear of Shiloh falling over again and hurting herself even more, despite Sterling’s absolute disdain for the girl, his hands flung up to hold her by the arms. He paused, cringing abhorrently, as he looked up at Shiloh, and stood unsure of what to do or say next. An instant scowl formed on his features, and he quickly looked away. “I don’t want to fucking help you, yeah? I don’t like you... but my mate, Gabriel, he can fix that for you, so... Fucking whatever.”

[shilohelezovic-blog]

               A lot drunk and reeling from the push, her ankle clipped the edge of the pool in such a way that SOMETHING cracked. Never one to cry, a mix of anger and shock was all that bubbled up in Shiloh’s chest as she pulled herself up and out of the water. The girl wiped the water from her eyes that were open when she hit the pool, ignoring the pain, and turned to Sterling with a sharp, fake smile. “ Real fucking jokes, aren’t you, you stroppy twat?? ” Shiloh slurred, struggling to balance on one leg. “ What, did your wanker mates over there dare you to push the  m u d b l o o d  into the pool, HUH?? ”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

Drenched from his idiotic mistake of forgetting to step back, Sterling merely stared with furrowed brows as she stood before him, her anger palpable, and clearly injured. Fuck, he thought to himself. Initially, he’d flinched imperceptibly, a part of him naturally being urged to help the girl, but he corrected himself and shifted his weight to one leg. “What the actual fuck? Don’t talk about my mates, first of all, yeah? We’re not fucking first years, pushing mudbloods into fucking pools, for fuck’s sake.” He huffed aggressively. “I was just trying to get from one side of the room to the other, but you started acting so fucking weird!” Another huff. Voice raised, Sterling shouted, “Who the fuck has ankles this thin?! You hurt your ankle, yeah? What the fuck is that? That’s fucking asking to be broken, you know that? Jesus fucking Christ...”

[belladxnnaburke-blog]

“Sterling, please …… requests?? – Wait – are you implying that I’m going to be killing people??” Belladonna asked, PERFECTLY feigning innocent and disgust, “shame on you.”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“That is exactly what I’m implying, yeah, pretty bang on.” Sterling circled Belladonna’s face with a pointed finger. “That, might work on the likes of... I don’t know, others, but it doesn’t work on me, Burke.”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

tbelladxnnaburke:

“Did you hear there’s a pool party?? In the prefects bathroom?? I HATE to sound like a gossip & Kelly Killjoy™ but really – that’s just a s k i n g for someone to die.”

“Taking any requests, Kelly? I could do without a handful of stupid people, preferably before the party starts.”

[shilohelezovic-blog]

               “ These feel PROPER fucking weird right now?? This is why you don’t buy a bikini without trying it on, fam. Still look peng though, init.”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“Wha-- What are you..?” Alarmed, Sterling darted his gaze a metre above where Shiloh was drawing attention to. Heat rose to his cheeks as they flushed red, accurately portraying the current panic he was experiencing. “No.” All of a sudden, without him even realising, he’d pushed Shiloh into the pool behind her. 

[bronwyntravers-blog]

              “ Oh, deary me, eeeeeep!! ” She squeaked, bobbing about wildly as the perhaps too excitable ( and definitely TOO tall for his age ) sixth year carried her about. “ When I said I’d rather just stay put, I really, truly did mean it. No, no, nononononono, ” Bron protested when he neared the water, and seemed to be preparing to throw her in. 

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

An all inclusive student event always managed to fracture by the exclusive possession of a small part of the room -- the better part, they would say -- by the pureblood elite. Sterling rarely left these perimeters on an evening like this, but a certain high-pitched, deafening, and fatally irritating squeal left him with no other choice. ‘I got this,’ Sterling told his friends, who were lacking the concern they’d usually show had it been one of their other girls, Binks or Fleur. Through Gabriel, Bronwyn‘d recently become a significant part of their specific group, and that meant no muggleborn was allowed to run around with Bronwyn on their back. “Put her down.” Sterling stood firmly next to the sixth year, who remained silent and didn’t move. “Hello, are you fucking deaf?” He knocked on the younger boy’s head, intended to hurt. “Fucking put her down, or I’ll feed you cement, then me and my mates back there can see how well an ugly bastard like you can swim once we throw you in. Put her down.”

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[mcntageus]

Back pressed against the stone wall of the alley, Moira exhaled. Smoke drifted into the air around her, a cloud heavy with the stench of nicotine. She pressed the cigarette to her lips again. Inhale. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the view.” Her lips curved into something of a smile; something feral.

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

Everything about the unknown woman screamed pureblood, and yet Sterling felt nothing. “Bit fucking weird, but alright,” He idly mumbled. After checking the body once more, he pointed his wand at it, and the tip illuminated in a bright red for a couple seconds. Then, the body vanished. Sterling pulled out a poster, crumpled and torn, from his pocket, and the photo of the man slowly changed from one of a fine portrait to one of him bloody and beaten. His gaze skimmed over the top of the poster to briefly settle on the woman. “Still here...”

[ofdivinehell]

“Hello, dear,” Belladonna SAUNTERED up to the scene, looking over it, and frowning. “Care to tell me more about WHAT’S going on here??”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“Um--” Sterling lowered himself idly, lifting the unconscious man’s head up with one hand, and pulling out a wanted poster with the other to compare the two faces and hopefully convince Belladonna his brutish rage had reason. Glancing up at her, he swiftly yielded with a shrug after realising he knew better. “Alright.” Sterling let go of the head, and cleared his throat as he stood again. “Just... pissed me off. Gave him three chances. I did. But he just wouldn’t stop, so... Didn’t kill him, though. He’ll be alright.”

[biancasadass-blog]

         &&.   “Well,  a c t u a l l y,”  she emerged from the shadows of the alleyway into the harsh neon light, “THAT was my mark.” She tipped her head downward, to the limp body at his feet. Her gaze slighted back up, to rest on his face for a stagnant moment that seemed to stretch  f o r e v e r.  Binks felt her brows furrow, looking over his weathered features, despite herself. “Long time no see ——— isn’t that what they say, Sterling?”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

A deep, guttural groan of pure bitterness resonated from within the walls of Sterling’s throat, before he was forced to spit as if the toxicity of her presence had permeated through the air to sting his tongue with acridity. “Not long enough,” he grumbled begrudgingly, and diverted his gaze to the body. It took Sterling a moment to compose himself. A necessary moment. He lifted his foot from the other man’s throat, and took a step back. “Have him.”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

The body fell limp. Pressing his foot down on the victim’s throat, Sterling looked up at the midnight sky as he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, before finally rolling his neck round at the other person down the alleyway. “Can I help you?” He called out, voice low and hoarse. 

[jaspxrsial]

The hostile reaction was certainly not one he’d expected—or wanted—but when it registered exactly who he had run into, Jasper wasn’t entirely surprised; Sterling Rosenthal wasn’t exactly known for his even temperament. “C’mon, what the fuck?” Jasper wasn’t expecting the sudden shove, and it knocked the breath out of him for a moment, his back coming into contact with the wall behind him. “It was an accident, mate, no harm done.” His tone was as soothing as he could muster, though a part of him—the side that begged to give into his baser instincts—wanted nothing more than to return Sterling’s shove tenfold. But that wasn’t who he was; it wasn’t who he wanted to be, and so he continued, “No one’s starting anything, Rosenthal—-just walk away, yeah?” 

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“Don’t fucking do that.” Sterling pointed a strong, accusatory finger at Jasper. “Don’t fucking wind me up, then make me feel like a fucking dickhead for getting angry, alright?” Viscous words carried underlying tones of desperation and exhaustion; weary from exploding every single time, and trying to contain his uncontrollable temper. How was it fair to blame a short fuse for simply reacting to being ignited? It was a form of humiliation served graciously by his former friends far more frequently than he could handle, evidently. To be on the receiving end was not something he could have ever imagined. He was used to ruling the corridors with unquestionable reign, but now they’d turn him into a fucking joke. Poked him where it hurt so many times that all he could do was explode with scorching rage and burn them all, even if it meant tasting his own ashes. “Walk away?! Are you taking the fucking piss?! I’m waiting for someone here you dumb prick,you fuck off. Go fucking run and tell your stupid fucking mates that you managed to piss me the fuck off. Or was it some stupid fucking bet? Huh? You succeed, they chip in to buy you some more bleach for that fake fucking hair. Don’t fucking forget to tell them how you’re too much of a fucking pussy to fight back.”

[forgottenpotter-blog]

“Excuse me?” Albus’ usual tremble was replaced with a steely ANGER. Too many responses were running through his mind – I’m not his son; Fuck off; I’m sorry – but he couldn’t even pick one to to form any words. Instead, all that came out was an incoherent squeak.

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“Are you fucking deaf, Potter?” He threw his arms in the air. Albus Potter was not the kind of person he intended to ever pick fights with -- they shared the same enemy, after all -- but today, apparently, was not a day for prejudice. “I said, what kind of fucking son are you? Isn’t this ridiculous fucking memorial service for you and your stupid family? What’s the fucking point if you don’t go?”

[forgottenpotter-blog]

“–I just…don’t want to go, alright? I’d rather…just let me catch up on my work, okay, I’ve missed enough as it is.”

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

“What kind of fucking son are you?”

[jaspxrsial]

The castle was eerily silent as Jasper left the hospital wing, stowing the balm he’d gotten from Madame Pomfrey into the pocket of his robes. He was more than used to the scars that littered his arms and torso by now (even if most of them were no longer visible, he was keenly aware of each of them), but he’d rather avoid any new ones to keep his classmates from asking any awkward questions. Turning a corner, he narrowly avoided colliding with another student, reflexes causing him to jump out of the way at the last minute. “Er—sorry,” He mumbled, his hand ruffling the hair at the back of his head—he hadn’t expected to run into anyone, as most people were at the memorial, “You all right?” 

[sterlingrosenthals-blog]

There definitely hadn’t been any physical contact between Jasper, the supposed tattoo artist, and himself. However, for a reason that was very apparent, he’d concocted a hostile push from the other boy in his head which instantly set him off. “What is your fucking problem, mate?” He spat aggressively, shoving Jasper in his shoulders with all his pent up rage. Had Sterling paid attention to Jasper’s words, he would’ve realised that Jasper meant no harm, but Sterling simply didn’t care. He’d gotten kicked out of the memorial service, for something that hadn’t been his fault, and now his knuckles craved to feel the crush of someone’s nose. “You’re fucking starting on me? Let’s go then, you scrawny little fuck.”