#witchesnevercry

“I’m alright, Modesty.”

It’s a lie. Sin, sin! But Modesty is only young, and he doesn’t want to frighten her. True, she’s a tough kid, but that doesn’t mean she needs to see the welts across his palms that are smarting and stinging and bringing tears to his ears that he refuses to let fall. It’s his own fault, of course, if he wasn’t such a wretch, Ma wouldn’t have to punish him like this. If he hadn’t been so clumsy as to drop the bowls, had looked where he was going, then things would be different. 

@witchesnevercry | starter call

For the most part, Aberforth had a 'no students allowed' rule in his pub. It was less to do with underage shenanigans (though there was no way he'd ever serve them anything more than butterbeer anyway) and more with not wanting to have to likely deal with his brother should anything untoward occur.

He did make exceptions though.

Modesty, he knew, had been through a hell of a lot. She was a good kid though, and after everything that had happened, after finally bringing his son home, she'd been in the bar near enough every weekend, spending time with Credence. Seeing the smile on their faces...it had softened even his heart.

It was pouring with rain when Credence Barebone came back from the dead. 

At first, there was nothingness. But not the peaceful kind. The tormented kind, what it feels like in hindsight when you wake up from a horrific nightmare that you can’t remember the details of. 

And then, there was somethingness. More and more something, too bright, stark realness that made his teeth chatter. Or maybe that was just the cold. Piece by piece, he had put himself back together, scraps of nothingness reforming to become a corporeal body. 

With every moment he became more and more aware that he existed. He was cold, and in pain, that he was shivering and convulsing on the floor of the old church, or what was left of it. He was alive. The realisation of this made him stagger to his feet, pulling his heavy body up despite the ruined building spinning around him. Was this dizziness or more bizarre, horrible magic surrounding him? Credence could not tell.

Someone was there - he heard movement. Turning around, his expression was full of fear as he was expecting more aurors, expecting him, but it wasn't. It was his little sister. Still in her nightgown, tears rolling down her cheeks. He stared down at her wordless. She looked terrified too.

@witchesnevercry

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*yes I had to use a photo with this outfit. Because reasons.

HELLO

So I only started this blog a little over a month ago and somehow now I have over 150 followers? Where are all you guys coming from? Seriously though, I love you all and thank you all so much for taking me in with this dork. Mwah!

THE BAES:

@magicalmusesandwheretofindthem : BAE. Seriously I love you so much and I love all our little IM convos and how you’ve been cheering me on through my essays. I also love how we have like....five different threads going and you don’t even falter when I slide in with yet another AU idea. All my love <3 I’m also pretty sure you were one of my first followers.

@loveisforchildren-percivalgraves : How can I ever express how great you are? Both Credence and I absolutely adore your Percy in all his forms, and you’re so lovely and I love chatting with you OOC too. I adore how we’ve been finding shippy songs for them as well as the forty million AUs we keep planning and how I can just jump into your IMs with even more ideas. <3

@implicatedbyprophecy : Sister! Credence loves his sister very much, and I love all the threads we have going and how adorable these two are as a sibling pair. Sibling goals, honestly. Plus our Instagram famous AU is one of my favourite things with these nerds xD

@darkrevclution : I love your Grindelwald so much, and also the relationship we’ve developed between him and Corvus in our AU thread (which I will reply to, I promise). You are very talented and I love you and I love that you use JCB as your FC because I love JCB.

MORE PEOPLE I LOVE VERY MUCH BUT IT IS NEARLY 5AM SO I DON’T HAVE TIME TO WRITE MORE THINGS:

@newts-travels-fast @inquisitivewitch @obsessev @witchesnevercry @muchmorethanmuses @investigauror @inyourgraves @suitedblue @darkmarkcdd @rcdolphus @acanislupus-archive-deactivated @vndeluscus @doexeyedxmarauder @aurorofconfidence @gcminio @accusedoffavoritism @gcldsteintm @lumostm @noxtm @calleo-bricriu @gossipedking @durmstrangxchampion @fleurxdelacour @insideasuitcase @repudiated-heir @progenyofprongs @eccentriclookingwizard @tmvoldemort @princelydoe @clumsyherbologist @ironbellies @gigglewcter @narcissatm @aconstantvigilance @lovedsnake @soulfulauror @hxgoweasley @animosus @femlette @moonytm @tenebrismusa @sxmestupidnoblereason @therearemoreimportanthings @antoinettedurant @cerebrumcormeum

“Are you alright? she asked cautiously, approaching the youngest Barebone slow, not wanting to startle her. ”I can find him.” Leta said, words firm and determined as she stared down at the youngest Barebone, determination gleaming brightly in her eyes, “I will find him... But I am going to need your help.”

Venus- Walking on Sunshine Soundtrack

The other looked vaguely familiar. He had only seen her in passing. When he had ever run into the second Salemers. 

He hadn’t expected to run into her now.