#wlfcursed

[nombreux]

awkward. that was the best way to describe the situation right now. he was sat in the kitchen with the werewolf that he wasn’t overly fond of. always stuck to severus’ side, following him around like some kind of lost dog. it was enough to make his stomach churn. he didn’t trust snape at all, despite how much dumbledore insisted they all should. he kind of chuckled to himself, pretty funny to him that he would be spending so much time with a werewolf after everything he went through at hogwarts. he snorted out loud, moving his drink around in the glass, before resting his hands on the table, looking directly at her. ‘ so what ? are you snape’s new lap dog ? ’ he asks, snark dripping off every word. ‘ or some kind of spy ? ’ he asks, knowing full well if molly was there he 

*      ╰       ⋮      harry potter sc (sirius black)━━ @wlfcursed​​

[theblckheir]

          it’s  with  grace  that  he  finds  a  spot  on  the  chair  behind  the  desk  that  has  always  been  in  the  infirmary,   fingers  opening  drawers,   hoping  to  find  the  bottle  of  whiskey  he  simply  knows  to  be  somewhere.         ❝  those  kids  are  killing  me,  are  they  getting  dumber  every  year  ?  ❞         swear  words  are  mumbled,   recalcitrant  drawer  making  fingers  reach  for  a  wand,         ❝  bloody  fuck,  lyra,  it’s  getting  harder  and  harder  to  find  that  bottle.  ❞

@wlfcursed  /  sc.

[esbye]

`    ♡   .        PROMPT        ⅋        MISC  POETRY .

“  sometimes  being  offered  tenderness  feels  like  the  very  proof  you’ve  been  ruined.  ”      @wlfcursed​

WHO ARE YOU WHEN NOBODY’S AROUND?   when the sun goes down and the dead come out?   there’s always been darkness inside of him;   always lingering in the deepest and darkest parts,   all covered in cob webs and thick layers of dust,   refusing to leave his side.   making him decay little by little each and every day.   he’s been ruined for far too long,   crimson decorating his hands that he’ll never scrub clean.   so he almost laughs—if you can call it that,   he would never be such a fool to do something so casual as...   laugh.     “ haa... ”     deadpan,   lips almost snarling as his sight burns into the other.   what did she want from him?   he can’t think anything good.   that’s not what people needed him for;   that’s not why he was kept around.

“ and what would you know,   exactly...   miss—reed? ”     brows lift,   head cocking to the side slightly.     “ about — tenderness? ”     his jaw clenched too tight that he might snap it off,   eyes darkening as he towers over her.     “ about being ruin—ed. ”     it’s burning inside;   that raging fire he can never extinguish as he lowers his voice,   head leaning down as he gets all too close.     “ you— ”     he stops himself,   teeth grinding together inside his mouth.   do not,   severus.     “ get.   out.   of.   my.   sight. ”     pulling himself away,   turning his nose to her as he spins round,   leaving as he always does;   in a huff,   robes trailing behind him.

[thirsttoprove]

@wlfcursed asked:  “  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

Harry begrudingly had to admire her stubborness. His gloomy expression had mostly been enough to keep others away from him, but Lyra was not even deterred by the way green eyes squinted.

He was still beyond upset and if he hadn’t hurt his hand while demolishing Dumbledore’s office, he would have found himself a quiet place and hid away from everyone else. But now he was here in the hospital wing and Lyra could very easily fix his hand with a small episkey, but she didn’t and Harry suspected it was because she didn’t want him to go isolate himself.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll just get angry again,” he murmured and laid back against his pillow.

[wwxnka]

“I wouldn’t pay any attention if I were you - all fancy charms and no substance. In fact, don’t you think that wand of his might be compensating for something?”

@wlfcursed​ liked this for a starter.

[hatilead]

               SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH THROUGH WOLVES TEETH        .         world held in the palm of his hand            ;            tip of feather tapping against cheek ,        playfully        -          child who has never learned how to wear the guilt of adulthood          (          there is little shame which rests inside scars on his palms .       even less so which bears heavy ‘pon his shoulders .        )             heeled boots resting on heavy oak of cherished desk ,         picture of boredom ,      even when he is nothing          EXCEPT FASCINATED BY VISION BEFORE HIM        .        ❝     i ,      for one ,       have to say ,      sweetheart ,        that you have an exceptional gift for storytelling       !      ❞           glass filled with liquor raised to pink coloured lips         /        not a neat pour ,       but who has time for petty things such as that .           ❝    or perhaps it is just the pretty face .       gorgeous lips do help keep the attention my grandmother used to say .    ❞

           @wlfcursed​            /             starter call .    

[piraticalarchive]

(its a bit ironic that you sent me a message for this meme because FUN FACT I WAS JUST GETTING READY TO SEND YOU ONE,) but i've actually really admired your blog from afar for quite some time now, and over various blogs. the entirety of the aesthetic on this blog is just incredibly visually pleasing as a whole, as well as your portrayal of hook. honestly this entire blog is delicious fucking food, and you're doing an incredible job! thank you for sharing your portrayal of killian, and for sharing your talent!!

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT MY MUSE/BLOG

oof this made me smile super big yesterday. I had sat on the dash after I noticed you had reblogged it and sat there looking at your inbox like ‘hm HM should i. should i’ - because i wanted to tell you how absolutely astounded I was by both your writing and your character but i was afraid i’d flail and you’d be reading it like ‘okay, mate...rein it in.” I’m gonna be honest and admit that I noticed your blog a bit before I followed and I was drawn in from the very beginning, but (much like you said i didn’t know how you felt about hp blogs) i was kind of hesitant because your blog was such a mood and even though i strive for it to be otherwise - lets be honest. You see Once’s Killian Jones and you think ouat and most people are like ‘why on gods green earth would i bring that onto my blog’  .. so i’m always like ehhhhh because I don’t want people to be like ‘wtf no’ but then i got up the courage and just bloody went for it and I’m so glad I did.

Like I said in the message you sent, your blog leaves me just chef kissing all over. Your writing just has this intrinsic quality to it where once I start reading anything, even if I’m just doing a quick scan of the dash - I have to finish it. There was a reply you wrote a few days ago I think (I’m horrible with time), where it was like a meme reply for a severus I believe. And, mate...mate...I cemented our mutual follow in that moment. You will never be able to get rid of me. The whole tone was so poignant and well written and the emotion and vibe surrounding it was incredible. I could feel the entire experience. I was honestly transported from my dumb bed where i was being lazy with my phone .. to a place right beside your muse, watching it all play out. In-fucking - credible. I remember the gist of it but one thing that stuck out was you talked about her feeling a shiver akin to the fear that wakes children up from sleep and like - mate. I felt that in my soul, and I don’t know why but it reminded me of a whole neverland aesthetic that i strive for so i think thats why it just really stuck with me.

Anyways, I’m rambling but you’re high-key one of my favorite blogs too and i dont care if we do it in one of my harry potter AUs or we make a whole new one, or whatever you want - we just definitely need to do a thing at some point.

[consolationem-moved]

a frown replaced her cool smile. these times were darker than she wanted to believe, how carefree she had lived before! war had changed her plenty, she was around for two as it was. fortunately, nothing happened to her or her husband. eternally grateful wouldn’t even be the words she’d use to describe her fortune , andromeda knew others would not be as fortunate. she took the auburn woman’s ghostly hand, squeezing it softly. she was here for her. she was there if she needed a home, a scream to let out (  especially ones lodged inside one’s throat.  ), or a friend. andromeda was all of that.

❛   no, you aren’t.   ❜

she says almost sternly. andromeda rubbed her friend’s hand with her thumb, almost as if she were glass. perhaps lyra was and she just didn't know it.

❛   you’re a strong woman, lyra. so much stronger than you make yourself out to be — i admire your strength.   ❜

lyra reed sent in   :   ❛   i’m  losing  myself  in  the  darkness  of  the  world .   ❜