it is what it is

Akay didn't have many things from his past with his parents. He had access to their vault -or well his vault now- which just consisted of some heirlooms, artifacts, and a portrait of them. He hadn't seen the portrait in some time. A depiction of him, younger, with his parents behind him looking rather proud and tired. As silly as it was he did miss them from time to time. Much like a child should but he wasn't a child anymore and those emotions were only a luxury or in his case, a nuisance.

It wasn't every day he went to the vault. Most times he avoided it unless he absolutely needed something or wanted to just view that stupid portrait. Akay stepped out the bank, slipping a necklace into his breast pocket before putting his gloves back on. His attention drawing up when he spotted a pair of shoes in front of him. "Yes?" he asked cautiously, lifting his head up to meet the other's gaze.

Roxanne had owled him stating she wasn't feeling well and instead of keeping his distance he showed up with soup, a few movies, and a puzzle for them to attempt. After they ate he brought her something to drink and sat back down on the edge of her bed.

His eyes focused outside the window at the night sky. He remembered the first time he'd ever shown up at her flat how uncomfortable he seemed. He had refused to sit for hours until she finally forced him to. Now it was almost a second home to him. A warm safety he'd grown to love and cherish.

Almost as if to pull himself from thought, Constantine turned back towards her, smiling softly. "How're you feeling," he asked, reaching forward and touching her forehead with the back of his hand.

It had been a busy day with the workshop and the shop alone. Children and adults showing up. There were brief moments where she debated on posting a help wanted sign. Find someone to help out but she hated the thought of asking anyone for help. After her parents shooting down each request, to losing Celine and Declan the way she had, she didn’t want to risk getting hurt like that again. 

She had a moment to breathe since the line of people finally faded out the door. Using the small break to clean up behind the counter than sit down like she probably should have. When she heard the bell above her door jingle a sigh escaped her. 

“Welcome to Everle—“ her voice caught in her throat when she looked up to see Declan. She hadn’t seen him in some time, not since they lost Celine. In the end she lost them both and while she wanted to be angry with Declan she wasn’t. 

[ she/her, cis woman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on Elizabeth Amelia Plunkett, who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 26 year old muggle-born hufflepuff alum who works as an Herbologist. they are oddly reminiscent of dandelion wishes in a field of wildflowers, disappearing into your room to avoid conflict, talking to plants to help them grow, getting lost in the woods while foraging, the smell of honey lavender tea in the middle of the night, which makes sense considering their independent, nature-focused, courteous, jealous, anti-social, and uncommunicative nature. you might know of them as the biological child of Cassius Plunkett  and Olivia Plunkett, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle Abigail Cowen, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the neutrals/undecided, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with Matilda by Harry Styles.

[ he/him, cis man ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on Desmond Gabriel Jordan who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 29 year old half-blood gryffindor alum who works as an Author. they are oddly reminiscent of an eternal crossroads and you chose the wrong path, what is right is not always what is good, trying to keep the walls from crumbling down, post-it notes scattered around their flat, constantly organizing ones desk instead of working on their next novel, which makes sense considering their imaginative, creative, resourceful, impulsive, forgetful, and procrastinative nature. you might know of them as the biological child of Lee Jordan and Unknown mother, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle Jacob Anderson, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the erinyes, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with Cry by Benson Boone.

∂єѕмση∂ ιηтяσ.

∂єѕмση∂ мυѕιηgѕ.

𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜.

𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. | 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 |

[ he/him, cis man] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on Akay Baran Müldür (Mulciber)  who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 28 year old pureblood slytherin alum who works as an unspeakable they are oddly reminiscent of an empty bird's nest and a broken wing, embracing the darkness to become limitless, feeling as though trust lies only in yourself, never afraid to get your own hands dirty, staying late in the office which makes sense considering their meticulous, patient , discreet, withdrawn, stubborn, and wary nature. you might know of them as the biological child of Mr. and Mrs. Müldür (Mulciber), and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle Deniz Can Aktas, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with The Nephilim, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with Chronically Cautious by Braden Bales.

ᴀᴋᴀʏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ.

ᴀᴋᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ.

ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴏɴ. | ᴀᴋᴀʏ ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ |

[ he/him, trans man ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on Constantine Aleksander Ollivander who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 26 year old half-blood ravenclaw alum who works as a wandmaker they are oddly reminiscent of lips chapped and red from gnawing at the surface whenever they’re lost in thought, fountain pens and piles of unsent owls, a workstation full of half finished mugs of coffee, warm smiles and soft laughter, and rolled up sleeves of oversized sweaters which makes sense considering their gentle, sentimental, professional, perfectionist, scatterbrain, and pessimistic nature. you might know of them as the biological child of Mr. and Mrs. Ollivander, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle Elliot Fletcher, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with The Neutral, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with Afraid by The Neighbourhood.

૮σɳรƭαɳƭเɳε เɳƭ૨σ.

૮σɳรƭαɳƭเɳε ɱµรเɳɠร.

૮σɳรƭαɳƭℓყ ૮σɱρα૨เɳɠ. | ૮σɳรƭαɳƭเɳε ѵเรαɠε |