#david cadwallader

[henreyettah]

Im doing AUgust again this year! Here’s the first part of last weeks AU, which was a continuation of the Prince x knight AU from 2021! ⚔️

[confused-bi-queer]

Happy Davy's Day

Hello friends! Today (as of 2 days ago) is Davy's birthday, so I decided to finish a drawing I've been plotting.

If you know me, you know I'm obsessed with MalMage, ergo I'm obsessed with Davy Cadwallader and Malcolm Grimm as separate characters (and together, love them). But their younger versions hold such a especial place in my heart/life, I really love them a lot.

That's why I decided to show part of my perception/take on them individually. First goes Davy. These are some of the headcanons I've given him because of personal reasons or things that I like thinking he must have done when he was younger. I am open for a friendly discussion about Young Watford Davy, I love him.

This is my interpretation because I've spent almost the last 3 years of my life writing a MalMage fic (Cautionary Tale in AO3), since they were at Watford, and these are things I've thought about but haven't written them or already wrote them in that fic. And I wanted to draw him, look at him.

This is also a statement of mine. People have every right to like anything without having to explain why. Fanfiction and fanart exists for a reason. I won't ever shut up about MalMage. Ever.

This is also a gift for @valeffelees we appreciate you and your boyfriend in this side of the fandom ❤️

[ebbpettier]

just remembered i have the power to draw whatever i want forever

[cosmicalart]

Happy Birthday David Cadwallader! 🥳🎉🎂

@valeffelees I didn't have time to do anything specific for his birthday this year but I did make ciabatta bread yesterday, so I'll be making a sandwich in Davy's honour.

(Photo of the bread I made below the cut)

[shrekgogurt]

“He told me we were stars.”

day 4 @carryon-countdown

[ebbpettier]

@valeffelees

kitten I’ll be honest the finality of everything in this world haunts daddy like a second shadow

[valeffelees]

david cadwallader meaning beloved battle-leader is so special to me

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate! After a rotten Friday at the animal shelter where I work, I got a very pleasant surprise yesterday when a pregnant stray who came in gave birth to five live and healthy kittens! I might share some pics later on :) In the meantime, thank you @forabeatofadrum and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags this morning, as well as everyone else who’s continued to tag me on other days. I’ve been pretty slow writing lately, but I do have some shares this week!

First, a bit of kid!Baz POV from my COBB:

In the afternoons, I do my homework as soon as we get home and sometimes call my father. He never has much to say. I’ll offer to help Dev with his work and then water the herbs in the conservatory, reminding myself of the names and uses of each one. Dogtooth violet to stop gossip, bay leaves for wish making and prophetic dreams. Tarragon for confidence, St. John’s Wort to stave off colds and fevers. Basil can drive off dark spirits. I rub the leaves between my fingers, remembering Ebb’s lessons as the fresh summer scent breaks across my skin. “Basil can dispel confusion, boys. It turns back fear and weakness, and is used in exorcisms. Carry it with you to protect yourselves from danger, or spread it on the ground to keep away evil. It’s also sometimes used to bring lovers together.” Dev had elbowed me and sniggered, because of course we both associate the herb with my name. I don’t see how any of it relates to me, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s just what I’m called.

And the next is from a sequel I suddenly started writing to Field Trip of Dreams (god I still hate that that’s the title I gave it). I wouldn’t say it’s necessary to read the first fic, although it gives context for the fact that Baz and Simon are dating in eighth year, and everyone but the Mage knows it. It’s a longish share, but I’m enjoying writing so have it:

“Isolation Cabin?” Basilton is repeating in disbelief. His eyes narrow. “But Sir, whatever will we do if we get to talking and discover we were separated at birth?”

Simon understandably pales, but Davy merely snorts and waves a dismissive hand. “Unlikely, Mr. Pitch. Now, both of you grab your rucksacks while I conjure a bird to lead you to the cabin. It’s…out of the way.”

The rest of the students are in fits, but of course Davy doesn’t notice. He pays attention to nothing and nobody when he thinks he’s in the right. Simon has shouldered his own pack and is staring into the middle distance, refusing to look at anyone. Of course, Natasha Pitch’s son has to get in one last dig: “What’s next, a get-along shirt?”

Basilton’s unimpressed expression is fooling no one—I know blessed well that he’d only love that. “Davy,” I try one last time. “This weekend is supposed to be providing these students with a chance to learn how to get along as a community of mages. Splitting two of them off will deprive them of the chance—”

“Miss Possibelf.” I suppose it’s amusing that after all these years Davy doesn’t dare use my first name. “I know what I’m doing. Boys this age need a firm hand—” How does he not hear the sniggering going on behind him? “—and I’ve had just about enough.” After seven years. Seven years, and he’s had enough? Davy finally acknowledges me enough to turn and lower his voice. “Quite frankly, one of them has nothing to learn about survival, while the other doesn’t need to.” This last part is said in a hushed whisper, even though from the way Basilton’s eyebrow lifts, I’m certain he heard it.

I share his disdain for the sentiment, however, I’m not particularly concerned about his chances—here, or anywhere else. “Fine,” I snap, throwing my hands up. It’s not as though this trip isn’t always an annual excuse for all kinds of unsanctioned…exploration. Simon and Basilton aren’t likely to get up to anything they haven’t already, and I have bigger fish to fry given the amount of alcohol students traditionally smuggle on this fool’s exercise. David Cadwallader can be as blind as he likes, but some of us are left nursing the hangovers.

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[confused-bi-queer]

Late Six Sentences Sunday

Thank you for tagging me @nausikaaa @fiend-for-culture @roomwithanopenfire @monbons @orange-peony @forabeatofadrum i love your works people, you're all so talented

I'm a bit overwhelmed by how much I've neglected reading and writing, but I have been watching Fullmetal Alchimist, and I'm completely in love with it, so I've been missing out a bit.

I haven't written new words, so I'll just share some sentences of my long MalMage fic because they fix my soul.

This is from a Natasha POV, and the first time she sees them together from a short distance:

“I don’t need you to defend me," Malcolm yells, bursting with anger. "You don’t bloody own me, David, what is wrong with you?” They stand there in the middle of the library staring at each other. David breathes fast and heavily, his eyes blown up with fire, possibly biting his tongue, but he doesn’t retort. David doesn’t cower from anything, or anyone, not without being cornered until has no choice; he doesn’t bend for anyone, or so I thought. Interesting.

If Baz Pitch is a plotter, so is his mother!

And speaking of MalMage, I made my first fanart of them this week. I love them so much, and they love each other even more!

I've been also re-editing my AU fic because it's Davy/Lucy, so here are some more words:

DAVID POV:

Even with a slight pout on her lower lip and her shoulders hanging down, she’s still the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. Before my mouth forms a question to her frown, she steps towards me, wrapping my middle in her arms with more strength than usual, and her face is pressed against my sternum. My hands are tentative at first, but her curls smell of vanilla and soap, so I brace her. She’s strong and solid, but right now I feel her crumbling down in front of me, next to me. Her shoulders shake as she cries into me, and I hold her.

Davy is such an interesting character to write, I love his voice so much. And I want to keep on writing, but I'm still very exhausted and with the process of my upcoming graduation, I feel creatively dry in the inside, and I don't want to write, but I know I want to and have to.

Send prayers and creativity for me.

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[larkral]

Oh, hi. Good news: I am not dead. Bad news: my spirit is perhaps just a little bit dead. Thanks @shrekgogurt and @hushed-chorus for the tags! And to everyone else who's been tagging me over the past while.

I've been too busy dealing with school's bullshit about my daughter's behavior for the past (checks watch) six weeks to have any energy to write. But! Last night I wrote 230 words for the epilogue of my Check Please fic!

Anyway, I've been feeling very much like the amalgamation of Natalie and Zadie in Finally, (already, always) that I'll be honest, I've always known I was writing them as. For a snippet of my life, please read the two following snippets from that WIP:

Natalie:

Simon's teachers call us up to say he's a nuisance in class, but they can never say what he's done. Is he loud? (No.) Does he throw things? (No.) Has he hit anyone? (No.) Does he speak out of turn? (No.) No, no, no. He's just a nuisance, Mrs. Stephenson-Shaw. (Ms. Shaw, actually.) He's disruptive. He has to go to the office. He's risking expulsion. He's seven. Just a boy. Thin shoulders, long back, freckles, blue eyes and a smile. A tumble of energy and adoration and enthusiasm. He's my Simon. He's stories by the window, and sitting on the floor next to his bed stroking his back as he falls asleep. He's chasing after ducks in the park, climbing trees, and an overwhelming enthusiasm for knights and dragons.  I love him every way I can find. Every day I find more. I'm spilling over with love for him and aside from Zadie, no one seems to be able to see it: the things we love. The ways he's loveable.

Zadie:

I wonder if he might have seemed trustworthy. If he'd been subtle, if he'd been politic, would I have seen the monster as readily?  "We will talk with Simon about it. And we can tour the school. And if he's interested, then we'll consider it." He purses his lips. "A tour will be difficult," he says. "It is impossible for a non-magical person to enter the gates of Watford." Of course. Well, it's as good a demand as any to finish the conversation with. "Well then, I suggest that you find a way to let prospective and current students' parents visit the school, or the answer will definitely be no." I stand up and start towards the door. Nat stands and starts down the stairs. We fall in together, present a united front as I usher to David Cadwallader out of our home.  "I'll be in touch ," he says.

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[valhdia]

CRACKSHIP - Damiano David & Sydney Sweeney ( nino sforza & enid cadwallader ) Ⓒ valhdia

[secretandarling]

My mate @snowbaz-parentis wrote this excellent work for @carryonthroughtheages.

Safe Harbor

It all started on an island...

It's 1956, and Baz Pitch is existentially lost in New York City. After graduating from Columbia, he's working for a wedding photographer with no taste as he avoids his inevitable fall attendance at Yale Law School, his father's alma mater. All Baz wants to do is be a fashion photographer, and when an opportunity to assist a famous photographer out on Fire Island falls in his lap, it just may be the key to helping unlock him from the closet of his family's expectations.

It's 1956, and Simon Snow is wondering if there's more to life than this or if this is as good as it gets. He's been working in construction with his foster father, David Cadwallader, practically ever since he was taken in at age 13, but there's something beyond the water that's calling for him. When Davy offers Simon a chance to manage his family's rental properties for the summer in Cherry Grove on Fire Island, Simon jumps at the chance to finally take charge of something.

What Baz and Simon didn't expect: the sense of freedom that comes from being able to absolutely surrender to the truest version of yourself, and the choices you have to make when it happens.

Chapter one is up now on ao3.

[seafoampuddings]

Signs Of The Past

A @carry-on-big-bang collab with @palimpsessed

Find the art here

Rating: Teen and up Word count: 11k Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, late 1890s England, not historically accurate, cursed!baz, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, haunted house vibes, Insomnia, mentions/discussions of death

Simon lifted his shaking hand, pointing the switchblade at the man slowly backing away. “That man—He—The cabinet—” Simon stumbled over his words, unable to get a coherent sentence out. Ebb’s gaze followed the pointed tip of the blade, but as she turned back to him, her brows only creased with worry as she slightly shook her head. “Simon, calm. There’s no one there,” she said, her voice meek as lowered his hand. “What, no—He—” As Simon’s gaze snapped back to where the man had just stood, all he had been met with was an empty kitchen.

Simon is a down on his luck twenty year old, struggling to survive on the streets after he was thrown out of the orphanage with no higher education or a job to fall back on. So, when he stumbles onto an ad, promising a handyman job at the Pitch Manor, one that offers him not only money but also a place to stay, Simon takes it without a second thought. But as he begins his work for David Cadwallader, the owner of the estate, things quickly begin going sideways; the house is never quiet, groaning at night as if it is alive, lamps lighting up with no one around, and most unsettling of all, a ghostly figure that seems intent on scaring Simon into an early grave.

A massive massive thank you goes out to Pal, who created incredible art for the first chapter, as well as the cobb mods for putting this entire even together. Putting this together has been a pleasure :)

[chocolatehideoutpirate]

I gotta look up to the sky and tell the lord I'm leaning on you and I just make edits for each child each person in family and friends that passed away and went to heaven to be angels watching over the world Jesus I'm leaning on you rest in peace to those in this second edit Gracie Perry Watson, Inez Clarke Briggs, Annie Kerr Aiken, Annie Oakley, Alice Liddell, Larisa Ratmanski, Mania Halef, Anne Frank, Eva Munzer, Nellie Gray Bundy Johnson, Colleen Marie Applegate, Connie Lynn Taylor, Emilie Marian Bromundt, Robert Ferdinand Bromundt, Julia Allison Wise, Kimberly Michelle Adaway, Jason Alexander Black, Shirley June Tolle, Emmett Till, Violet Geneva Setty Tolle, Nora Mae Setty Boldman, John Setty, Maude Abanade Cadwallader Setty, Yvonne Mary Cayeaux Devitt, Karen Ann Culp, Phyllis Rebecca Crowe, Stacie Lee Swofford,Devan Brooke Duniver, Mary Louise Lehman Carman, Grace Leona Lehman Krout, Clara Alverta Myers Lehman, Adam Henry Lehman,Anna Catherine Roby, Russell Thomas Roby, Ricardo David Arterberry, Linda Therese Jones Arterberry, Traytease Lanette Arterberry, Clarence Edward Moore Jr., Meagan Lindsey Bradley, Peachlyn Bradley, Finey Ynfante Mechell, Lucas Ynfante, Jane Mora Ynfante, Francis Ynfante, Katy Ynfante Martines, John K Ynfante, Rozell Lucas “RL” Ynfante, Yolanda Rosamond Lombardo, Serena Daniel Aiken Simons, Martin Laurence Amos, Polly Bixby, Rosalia Lombardo and more Angels

[my-snowbaz-shit-idk]

Who Really Was The Man Teaching Your Children? The Mage Behind The Costume

The Watford Gazette

~ News for Mages of all ages and stages ~

(A/N: this is part seven little mini project I did of turning the events of Carry On into newspaper articles)

In a shocking turn of events, The Mage was found dead. The goatherd Ebeneza Petty was also found dead at the scene along with three of Watford's students Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, Penelope Bunce, and Simon Snow, thankfully all the students are alive.

But what were they doing there in the first place? Another student came forward after the scene was made safe, Agatha Wellbelove, daughter of Dr. Wellbelove and Mrs. Wellbelove. All four of their testimonies give us a very detailed picture of David Cadwallader, not The Mage, not the man we knew but the true face behind the mask. 

If he were alive he would be charged with several crimes including kidnapping, attempted murder, murder, contact with vampires, attempted extortion, and possibly much more that we don't know about. 

According to the testimonies and other sources Cadwallader is the reason for the young Mr. Pitch's late return to Watford this year. He hired several Numpties to kidnap the 17-year-old at the tennis club in an attempt to prevent his mother from visiting him when the veil lifted and telling him about her murder which brings us to his next crime.

The Watford Tragedy has finally been solved 12 years later. It was David Cadwallader who let the vampires into Watford on that fateful day. 

He is also guilty of extortion and attempted extortion. He attempted to murder Agatha Wellbelove for her Magick but was stopped by Ebeneza Petty a powerful wizard who worked as the goatherd on the Watford school grounds, he then killed her for her Magick and attempted to forcefully siphon Simon's Magick. 

Here are excerpts from the testimonies:

Penelope Bunce: It all started when Baz's mum came back to tell us to find her killer. We began the search following the clues and that led us back to Watford. But first I'll tell you that Baz and I came up with a theory about The Humdrum being like an echo of Simon. I've never said this to anyone but The Humdrum looks like Simon, 11 years old, in a ratty t-shirt and grotty old jeans bouncing a red ball just like the first time he went off when he was 11. This isn't the first time I've seen him, the first time was when he summoned us all the way to Lancashire but I suspect The Mage kept that hush hush as well. Anyway, The Humdrum is like an echo of Simon, an aftermath to all the Magick he used. His power wasn't coming from nowhere; he was drawing it straight from the Magical atmosphere. Not on purpose of course not, he had no idea and neither did we until we started digging around. And when he kept drawing from the Magickal atmosphere he eventually wore it down, hence the Dead Spots. Now please don't worry about Simon and don't punish him, he doesn't have any Magick left, he's not a danger to anyone anymore.

Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch: Simon doesn't have Magick anymore, it's gone and it isn't going to come back, I don't think. He gave it up, by choice, to save us. Penny must have told you about our theory. [Yes] Good. The Humdrum is like an empty hole, I thought it wanted to get bigger but I was wrong. Simon was right. He said it wanted to be filled, so that's what he did, he filled it. He filled it right up to the brim. He gave all of his Magick to fill the void that was The Humdrum. When he did, The Humdrum disappeared. I don't know whether he's really gone, but I think he is because I can't feel him anymore. I don't know if the holes in the magickal atmosphere will ever heal but I at least think they won't get bigger now that Simon's done this. I'd hate for his sacrifice to be in vain.

Simon Snow: I'm honestly not really sure what happened, so much was going on. I remember The Mage trying to take my Magick and I was so confused. I saw Ebb dead and then The Humdrum was there and then before The Mage could take my Magick I poured it out and dumped it all into him, into The Humdrum. Then he ran away and I couldn't feel him anymore, couldn't feel anything anymore. I was going to collapse but then Penny sent me some of her Magick and I was able to stay upright but now that it's worn off I can't feel any Magick it's gone. I don't know what to do now that I'm not a Mage. I knew I was never supposed to be the chosen one, I knew I was never right to be the chosen one but I always was and now that I'm not I don't know what I am. I am glad though that now I can't use Magick and risk endangering everyone. So it's good in that way.

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Now that The Mage is dead we will once again be finding a replacement for a fallen Mage. For many, the Msge can't have fallen from a grace he was never in. And now that The Humdrum is gone, we can focus on what the English Magickal Community really wants and maybe we'll finally have a successful leader again. With The Humdrum gone, what do we want? We shall have to choose carefully this time.

[valeffelees]

Happy birthday to David Cadwallader 🎂