#dowmuse

[dowmuse-blog]

                              the most noble house of black fancast

                  jeon jungkook as regulus black 

COAT OF ARMS DECONSTRUCTED — FIST

“Kreacher and Regulus’s family were all safest if they kept to the old pure-blood line. Regulus was trying to protect them all.“

                                                [ created for dawnofwarhq ]

[broomstuck-blog]

*          WEDDING  INVITE  :     LILY   &   JAMES  POTTER

for  @grrlonfire

[wtchinghour]

            WHO is Glenda Chittock?

    ( an introduction to a being with thunder in her bones and quiet optimism in her heart )                                                                 ( c )

YOUTH Ironically, Glenda Chittock is not born on a day where the world rages, but on a calm summer morning, when everything is pristine and fragile. She, however, turns out to be everything but that; even at a young age, Glenda is loud and passionate and brash, someone much more similar to a storm than a quiet summer day. Her mother leaves when she is three. Glenda and her older sister are left with their dad, who is a wonderful man -- yes -- but one with a broken heart, an absent one. After all, there are too many bills to be paid and in order to take care of his kids, he has to make many hours at his job, which doesn’t pay much in the first place. Caroline, her sister, and Glenda see very little of him after school, and at one point even during weekends, and learn the importance of independence early on. This is never met with resentment, however: the two of them are always told, by neighbours and family members, that their father was working this much for them. And so Glenda grows up, without a mother and with an absent father. The neighbourhood she lives in is a bad one: there are drugs and crime and poverty and general unhappiness.This is where Glenda learns that being fragile is no way to be. Her grief about her mother leaving turns into anger, her sadness about not seeing her father much turns into acceptance. She becomes a person with a back curled with pride and all her insecurities and fears locked in a corner of her heart.

HOGWARTS. Strange things happen, as they tend to with muggleborns. Glenda laughs about them, thinks them part of her hectic every day life, rather than something that’s actually quite serious. But then, when she turns eleven on 23rd of July, she is told the truth. Glenda Chittock is not only a scholar who gets in more trouble than is good, is not only someone who minds little when her knees get dirty or scabbed, not only someone who once stole a Rolling Stones cassette tape that she hides in her pillow, but she is also a WITCH. When she finds out, her first reaction is to laugh, but she knows it’s true when her laugh dies out and things turned quiet. She leaves for hogwarts a little over a month later and cries when she says goodbye to her sister. Sorted into ravenclaw for her streetsmart ways and creative potential, Glenda flourishes. She finds skills in things she never expected herself to be good at — herbology, for example, soon becomes her favourite subject — and she even joins the quidditch team in her fifth year. Glenda grows passionate about human rights as she gets older, too; she reads about house elves, so-called ‘half-breeds’ and muggle discrimination at hogwarts and about racism, sexism and queerphobia in the library at home ( a place she hadn’t stepped foot in before she turned fourteen ).

POST HOGWARTS. Glenda gains a job at the Wireless Wizarding Network when she gets out of hogwarts, where she soon ends up talking on the air. Her fast mouth and quick wit make her suitable for radio, where it’s only your voice that leads. While a war rages around her, she speaks her mind on the radio and creates a career path for herself that’s more successful than she had ever expected. After just a little under a year, Glenda becomes the host of her own show --- she’s young, they say, carries the voice of a future generation, and she beams with pride the first time she introduces Witching Hour. Besides her work, Glenda has become increasingly interested in human rights. As a pacifist and someone who does not believe in violence and fighting it with more, she has not joined any rebellion groups, even if she fully support their cause. No, Glenda wants to play her own role in this war, and in a way that suits her ideals. She has become unapologetic: she is half black, she is a muggleborn, she is queer and she will fight anyone who does not approve. She has taken it upon herself to learn and speak about human rights, as now is the time to speak up. Glenda Chittock is a STORM, someone who is loud and impossible to ignore and she will stop at nothing to see her goals reached.

[broomstuck-blog]

JAMES  F.  POTTER

           LET  US  EAT    &    DRINK  ,                     FOR  TOMORROW  WE  DIE  .

born amidst cloud linings  &  sunbeams  —  child of the cosmos ,  marked by grace .  comes into the world swinging ,  knuckles pale as he holds the world by tight reins .  asphalt drives lined with sun spotted trees become continents ,  young rivers bubbling over rocks the seven seas .  fingertips trace the edges of this universe —  HIS  universe  —  and in the darkest winters ,  summer rests fresh on his lips .  he is young and clumsy and happy and you’d think his laugh could make the lamppost moon draw itself closer to the driveway earth .  movement never ceasing ,  ever on like the rising tides .

UNSTOPPABLE  youth ,  feeding off of three new hearts that seem to beat in time with his own .  they clamor down the halls ,  cheeks flushed and breaths short ,  carefree laughter pouring into the cracks and divots of the castle floors .  they are eternal ,  immortal  ,  indestructible ;  a band of makeshift brothers closer than their own flesh and blood .  they sell their souls for  FIVE  GALLEONS  !  someone’s bound to buy them !  they don’t look him in the eyes when he does ;  just say  THANK  YOU  and  come again  !  perhaps next time they can sell him that third eye they have lying around .

boy mortal .  a demigod bleeding out   (  *  see : ichor spilled careless across  ephemeral  flesh ,  melted silver coins glinting in sweet sunlight ,  hauntings of a different breed  )   on twilight pavement . he can taste the last of the cosmos in his mouth ,  fleeting like he kissed the whole universe before saying  GOODBYE .  the night lingers within him and tangles through broken ribs .  there is no end and no beginning , AMARANTHINE  where the earth is  transient  .  he has watched heavenly bodies strangle themselves in the darkest corners of the evening ,  burst into nothing and everything all at once .  he holds stars between his teeth ,  lets them dance down mortal flesh .  the sky shatters at his feet and he comes to find the universe is no bigger than a common house cat .