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[postsbycass]

Of Beasts and Bloodlines, Chapter 1

[ blurb ]

At Hogwarts, dark forces threaten student safety and the beloved Quidditch season. But does Oliver Wood know more than he is letting on?

Or…

Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley are forced to work together… but don’t worry, it’s fine, nothing will go horribly wrong. Probably.

AND FINALLY…START OF CHAPTER:

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Sunday, the 1st of September, 1991.

10:57.

Percy knows—he’s been checking the time every five seconds since he arrived at Platform 9¾

His mother was in the middle of her third round of goodbye hugs, and Percy endured it with minimal squirming. Well, sort of.

“You’ll do brilliantly, my darling,” Molly Weasley whispered fiercely, brushing imaginary dust off his robes.

“Yes, thank you, Mum,” Percy replied. “I have my list. Everything’s in order.”

Behind them, Fred and George were trying to attach a dungbomb to Ron’s trunk while Arthur distractedly checked his muggle watch. He’d been obsessed with that thing lately…

“Right, well, I need to be on board early,” Percy said, stepping back from the embrace. “Prefects are expected to—”

“Yes, yes,” Molly interrupted, tearful. “Go on then, darling. Make us proud.”

Mrs. Weasley kissed both his cheeks, twice, and Percy made a face of discomfort. She was halfway through waving off his siblings when he turned to Ginny, who was hovering nearby, red-eyed and fiercely trying not to sniffle.

“Make sure you keep your room tidy,” he said, adjusting his glasses in that precise way that meant he was nervous. “And help Mum out when you can. I won’t be there to remind you.”

Ginny huffed, scrubbing at her nose. “I know, Percy.”

“I mean it,” he added. “No leaving your socks under the bed. No scribbling on the walls with enchantments—”

“That was Fred and George!”

Percy raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Regardless. Be good. You’re the only one left at home now.”

Ginny crossed her arms, lower lip trembling but held high. “I’m always good.”

“Right,” Percy said, softening just a little. “Well. Stay that way.”

There was a pause—awkward, uncertain—where it looked like he might hug her. But instead, he gave her a brisk nod and turned toward the train, adjusting his badge for what was the fourth time that morning.

10:59.

Inside the train, chaos reigned as usual. Students weaving through narrow corridors, trunks being hauled and dropped, owls shrieking from cages…but Percy only saw checkboxes. He mentally ticked off each item on his itinerary: arrive early, attend Prefect meeting, patrol the corridors, settle into routine.

The designated Prefect compartment was near the front of the train, away from the excited first years. Honestly? It felt like entering a different realm—one where everything was orderly, predictable, and most importantly, serious. The moment he stepped inside, he straightened his spine a little more, adjusted his badge a fifth time (if you can believe it), and took in the other students with the cool scrutiny of someone determined to be seen as an equal.

Penelope Clearwater was already there, seated near the window with her notes lined up in perfect little rows. Her penmanship was maddeningly neat. Ever letter is precisely angled, as though the parchment itself had demanded perfection. Percy, who prided himself on his own tidy scrawl, had the sudden urge to rewrite his entire planner. Dammit.

She glanced up. “Weasley.”

“Clearwater,” he replied smoothly, settling onto the seat opposite her.

The other Prefects trickled in, a mix of returning prefects and the new, 5th year ones, such as Percy himself. There was an informal sense of hierarchy already in place: the older students sat more comfortably, joking with each other, while the younger ones kept their backs straight and their voices quiet..

One Head Boy, a tall Hufflepuff named Davinder Patel, called the meeting to order. Percy immediately sat up even straighter, quill poised, planner open. This was it. The beginning of his prefectship.

“Alright, lads and lasses,” Davinder began, tone easy but commanding. “We’ve got a lot to cover before we get to the school, so let’s keep this moving. Patrol rotations, first-year guidance teams, curfew enforcement—you know the drill.”

Percy’s hand flew across his parchment, writing quite literally every word. His brow furrowed when someone next to him snorted at a joke Davinder made about how Slytherin Prefects always vanish right before trouble starts. Not everything had to be funny. This was important.

Penelope leaned in slightly at one point to clarify something under her breath—“It’s every third Thursday, not second”—and Percy felt a strange twinge of admiration and competition at once. She was sharp. Efficient. Possibly sharper than him.

He hated how much that thrilled him.

There was a brief discussion on disciplinary protocol, during which one of the sixth-year Gryffindor Prefects asked, “Do we have to write everything down, or is that just a Percy thing?”

Several students laughed.

Percy went bright red. “Keeping records is standard practice,” he muttered, not looking up.

Penelope cut in, of course. “Actually, it’s encouraged. The Head Girl said last year that thorough documentation helped when reporting repeat offenses.”

Percy glanced at her. She didn’t even look up from her planner. But he made a note to thank her later. Or maybe never. He hadn’t decided yet.

The meeting wrapped up after thirty minutes, with folders distributed, patrol partners assigned, and everything reviewed. Percy left the compartment feeling…different. Not relaxed, exactly. But he didn’t feel like an imposter. Not entirely. He had a role to play, a place where order mattered. And he planned to be excellent at it.

Even if it meant rewriting his to-do list three times before the train arrived.

11:30

After the meeting, Percy returned to a mostly empty compartment three cars down and settled in. He was only halfway through his notes on Prefect duties when the door slid open again and someone slouched in.

Oliver Wood. Percy’s Quidditch-obsessed dorm mate, for the last 4 years.

His hair looked like he’d run through a wind tunnel, and his uniform was only technically tidy—just enough to pass inspection, but clearly thrown on in a hurry. His eyes had that bleary, battle-worn look of someone who’d slept too little and thought too much.

“Morning,” Oliver grunted, tossing his bag onto the seat across from Percy and collapsing after it like a man who’d run from Hogsmeade to London.

Percy didn’t look up. “It’s nearly noon.”

Oliver waved that off. “Details.”

Fair enough. Percy carefully finished underlining something on his parchment, then frowned, realizing something.

“…Why are you even in here? This is the Prefect compartment.”

Oliver groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah. I know. I’ll leave in a bit. I just…I needed a place to breathe.”

Percy blinked. “Breathe?”

“It’s chaos out there,” Oliver muttered. “I can’t deal with it right now.”

He leaned back, eyes shut, jaw tight.

“Didn’t think the bloody drama would start before we even reached the school.”

Percy opened his mouth, probably to say something about rules or boundaries, but paused. Oliver looked… genuinely tired. Less of the usual firebrand and more like someone already bracing for impact.

“…You’re not supposed to be here,” Percy said, but with less bite than before.

“I know,” Oliver replied, not moving. “Just… give me ten minutes before I have to go back to pretending I have any control over that team.”

Percy sighed, eyes flicking down to his parchment. “Fine. But if Penelope comes back and sees you in here, I’m not defending you.”

Silence settled for a few moments, save for the scribble of Percy’s quill and Oliver’s muffled rummaging through his bag.

Then:

“They’ve gutted us,” Oliver said suddenly.

Percy blinked. “I beg your pardon? Gutted ‘us’ how, exactly?”

“Quidditch,” Oliver replied, rubbing his temples like a man plagued by strategy and ghosts. “Charlie’s gone. Charlie. That’s a massive hole in the lineup. We’ve no Seeker. Bell says Spinnet might not come back this year. Johnson wants to try Beater—she’s good, but we need her as Chaser, and we’ve already got the twins as Beaters. And I’ve just found out something. Something horrid. Bell’s crushing on a Slytherin.”

He said it like she’d announced her plans to join a magical terrorist organization.

Percy looked up, mildly alarmed. “Is that… dangerous, somehow?”

“No. Worse. It’s Quidditch incest.”

There was a beat of silence.

Percy blinked again. “I… don’t follow.”

Oliver flailed an arm. “She’s fraternizing with the enemy! It’s unnatural! Like—like a Bludger and a Snitch having tea together. You don’t like someone who’s actively trying to concuss you!”

From somewhere down the corridor, a voice shouted, “It’s not incest, Oliver!”

“Oh well that makes it okay then, I suppose???” Oliver yelled back. “Cancel the whole season! Bring cupcakes to the matches! Let’s all snog midair and call it a draw!”

He collapsed backward into his seat, looking personally betrayed by romance itself.

Percy slowly set down his quill and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You do realize,” he said carefully, “that liking a member of the opposing team isn’t a war crime.”

“Tell that to the scoreboard,” Oliver muttered. “Slytherin’s stacked this year. Flint’s still Captain, which means he’s still alive somehow, despite the rumors.”

Percy wasn’t going to ask about the rumors. That was a detour he didn’t have time for.

“Marcus Flint is an idiot,” Percy replied primly. “But he plays dirty. That makes him dangerous.”

Oliver pointed at Percy. “See? Exactly. Katie gets distracted by his teammate’s stupid cheekbones, and next thing you know, she’s missing passes and crying on the pitch.”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Do you actually think that will happen, or are you just catastrophizing to avoid addressing your tactical gaps?”

Oliver stared at him.

“Who hurt you,” he whispered.

Percy flushed. “I’m just saying! Emotional distractions are manageable if you prioritize discipline. Personally, I avoid them altogether.”

Oliver pulled a face. “You say that like you’re proud.”

“I am,” Percy snapped. “It’s my first year as Prefect. I have a reputation to maintain. If you think I’m going to risk—”

“Oh Merlin, you are proud.”

They glared at each other across the compartment.

“Look,” Oliver sighed. “You do your little patrols and make your tidy little lists. That’s your Quidditch. This? This chaos? This is mine.”

He tapped his temple.

Percy, against his better judgment, cracked a smile.

“And here I thought your chaos lived entirely in your vocal cords, with how much you shout.”

Oliver grinned. “Only when Flint’s involved.”

They lapsed into silence again, this time companionable. Outside, the scenery blurred as the train rolled on. Percy resumed his notes with slightly less urgency. Oliver bounced his leg restlessly, as if powered by some sort of magical stimulant.

A knock on the compartment door made them both glance up. Penelope Clearwater slid it open, composed as ever.

“We’re arriving in ten,” she told Percy.

“Right.” Percy stood, smoothing his robes. “Best to start early.”

As he moved past Oliver, the other boy leaned back lazily.

“Try not to enforce any international treaties while you’re at it, Percy.”

7:30

The Great Hall glowed with warm candlelight, its enchanted ceiling mirroring the dusky September sky. The first years shuffled in behind the prefects, wide-eyed and whispering, the newness of it all clinging to them like static. Percy Weasley led the Gryffindors with the brisk, rigid efficiency of someone carrying several invisible clipboards. His badge gleamed just enough to make him sit straighter.

Behind him, the Gryffindor table buzzed—bets on House placements, heated recounts of train compartment drama, Fred and George laughing too hard to be innocent.

That was never a good sign.

Percy slid into a seat midway down the table, eyes sweeping the Hall with quiet precision. He was watching. That was his job now. He looked like a traumatized owl, but hey…that was kind of the point, right?

“Not bad crop this year,” Oliver murmured beside him, making Percy twitch. “Couple of them looked like they could handle a broom.”

“They’re eleven.”

“Exactly. Start ‘em young.”

Percy inhaled through his nose

As the Sorting began, Oliver leaned forward each time a name was called, whispering evaluations like a coach scouting talent at a toddler tryout.

“Too nervous. Nope. That one’s got a good center of gravity. Definitely fast.”

“You can’t tell that from their name.”

“Wrong. You just don’t have The Eye.”

“You do realize this is an ancient House tradition, not a recruitment drive.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Oliver grinned like this was the cleverest thing he’d said all year. “Ooh—Higgins! Percy, did you hear Higgins? He said he likes flying. That’s a good sign. Make a note.”

“I’m not writing that down.”

“You’re thinking about it, though.”

Unfortunately, he was.

The Sorting ended, the Hat’s last echoes fading into the high-arched ceiling. The first years found their places—some glowing with pride, others blinking in numb horror. A tearful, pureblood Hufflepuff was already regretting everything.

Percy scanned the Gryffindor additions, instinctively noting who might need help, and who might end up lighting a toilet on fire. And then, of course, there was the issue of Harry Potter.

Something about him made Percy uneasy—and he had a feeling this year was going to be long.

Very long.

The feast was already winding down. Pudding plates scraped clean, chatter rising like steam. Oliver Wood, meanwhile, was visibly vibrating beside Percy—restraining himself from leaping onto the table and announcing Quidditch tryouts to a room of half-conscious first years. No, genuinely. He’s legitimately trembling.

Percy sliced an apple and muttered, “If you say the word ‘practice’ before the first-years find their beds, I’m leaving.”

“I’m not,” Oliver lied.

His eyes flicked across the Hall—and locked.

“Flint’s looking over here again.”

Across the room, Marcus Flint leaned lazily against the Slytherin table, laughing at something Cassius Warrington had said. Broad-shouldered, square-jawed, and constantly five seconds from a brawl, he looked like he’d been carved out of granite and then left in the sun too long. His smile, when it landed on Oliver, was smug and just a touch too slow. He raised a hand in a mocking little wave.

Oliver scowled. “Gross. Smarmy git.”

“Focus,” Percy warned.

And then, as if summoned by chaos itself, Katie Bell leaned over the table. “Hey, Oliver? Is it true Montague made the Slytherin team this year?”

Oliver paused mid-glare. “Yeah. Why?”

Katie tilted her head, trying to be casual. “No reason. He just… looks taller.”

Percy choked on a bit of apple.

Oliver turned to her, aghast. “Taller?! What does that even—Katie, you can’t be serious—”

“I didn’t say I like him!” Katie insisted, her face pinking. “Just that he’s… tall now. That’s all.”

Before Oliver could spiral further, Marcus Flint chose that exact moment to stroll over, looking like he owned the floorboards.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “Evening, Wood. Congratulations on having the most open-minded Chaser lineup this year.”

He nodded to Katie with exaggerated charm. “Montague says hi, by the way.”

Katie nearly slid under the table. Oliver stood so fast his goblet went flying. “You! You stay the hell away from my Chasers, Flint!”

Flint gave a slow smirk. “Bit possessive, aren’t you? Or are you just jealous she noticed someone with actual talent—”

That was when Angelina Johnson calmly set down her spoon with a little clink.

She folded her arms. “Alright. That’s it.”

Oliver froze. As did Katie…

“Flint,” Angelina said, voice calm but cutting.

Marcus leaned in, cocky as ever. “Yeah, Johnson?”

She gestured to her dessert. “Your face is making my treacle tart taste worse.”

A hush swept down the table.

Flint’s eyebrows lifted. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she said, gesturing to her plate. “You show up, start strutting like a preening Hippogriff, and now all I taste is sweat and ego. Unkindly shove off.”

A snort of laughter came from somewhere near George. Someone at the Ravenclaw table winced sympathetically.

Flint’s smirk twitched. “Y’know what? Fine. Hope you lot enjoy losing this year. Especially with Wood playing captain and emotional support owl.”

He stormed off. Oliver opened his mouth to yell something—

Angelina didn’t even look up. “And you. Don’t.”

Oliver closed his mouth.

“If I hear one more word about Montague, Katie’s tragic preferences, or how Slytherins don’t blink like normal people, I will personally end this meal with violence.”

Oliver held up both hands in surrender.

Angelina picked up her fork again, peaceful as could be. “Thank you. Now let’s all try acting like normal people for five minutes so Dumbledore can give his speech without someone throwing a fork.”

Percy let out a breath.

Katie whispered, “All I said was that he’s tall.”

Angelina, still not looking up: “Katie, I swear to Merlin—”

The Great Hall fell into silence.

No one had seen Dumbledore enter. But suddenly, there he stood at the head table. Tall, robed, and far wearier than Percy remembered. His eyes swept across the Hall as he raised his hands for quiet.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice as calm as ever, but distant, too. “To another year at Hogwarts.”

The silence hung close.

“As always, we gather in the spirit of discovery, friendship, and growth. But this year…” he paused, and for a moment, Percy felt the air itself hold its breath, “this year may prove… complicated.”

Chairs creaked. A nervous laugh or two echoed.

“There are things that go unnoticed until they move. Shadows with no shape. Doors that do not open. Whispers you will not trace to any mouth. Should you encounter something unusual—do not dismiss it. Come forward. Tell someone.”

Oliver shifted beside Percy, brow furrowed.

“You may also find,” Dumbledore went on, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “that allies arise in unexpected places. Let that not be a cause for fear. Hogwarts stands when we stand together.”

He raised his goblet.

“To unity. To vigilance. And to another year of magic.”

The hall clapped, quiet and uneven. Percy looked across to Penelope, who met his eyes with a frown.

Something was off.

He looked back toward the staff table—noticed McGonagall whispering something to Flitwick, Snape’s arms crossed tighter than usual, even Hagrid fidgeting. Dumbledore, now seated, wasn’t touching his food. He was staring into nothing with a distant, unreadable look.

It wasn’t just nerves. It wasn’t just a new term.

Something was wrong. Percy didn’t know what, but the air had changed.

Even the ceiling—normally enchanted to look like the sky—looked different now. Too still. Too dark. Like it was watching back, almost.

Beside him, Oliver swallowed, then leaned in and whispered, “This is how it always starts in those horror novels my cousin Victoria reads. Next thing you know, someone’s broom tries to kill them.”

Percy stared at him. “…What?”

Oliver shrugged, already grabbing a final roll off the platter. “I’m just saying. If my broom starts growling or developing opinions, I’m not flying it.”

He took a bite, thoughtful. “Though, I dunno. If it helps block Slytherin goals, might be worth the risk.”

Percy sighed through his nose. “You’re going to die first.”

“Yeah, but it’d be in a wicked way. Probably during a dive.”

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authors note -> I’M SORRY. I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LIKE, EVER. I KNOW I SAID I’D PUT THIS OUT IN JANUARY (twas all a lie) BUT IT IS HERE NOW !!! ENJOY. ALSO TAGGING MY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL SCRUMPTIOUS DELIGHTFUL BESTIE BOO WHO HAS ENDURED MY RANTING AND RAVING THESE PAST MONTHS. @amethystandemma

[blackwaverp]

Josiane Malkin

El nombre y la fecha de nacimiento son opcionales para el usuario que lo tome, las indicadas son una sugerencia del staff. Este personaje, en el canon de la saga, termina siendo la dueña de 'Madame Malkin, túnicas para todas las ocasiones'.

edad: 28 años casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Hannah van der Westhuysen sangre: mestiza

Minerva McGonagall

Hija de Isobel Ross y un muggle, Robert. Creció gran parte de su vida sin conocer la magia hasta que comenzó a experimentarla. Tiene dos hermanos menores, Malcolm y Robert.

edad: 16 años casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Thomasin McKenzie sangre: mestiza

Melania McMillan

Esposa de Arcturus III Black y madre de Lucretia y Orion Black.

edad: 51 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Carla Gugino sangre: pura

Alastor Moody

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Actualmente el personaje debe ser Auror, su rama queda a elección del usuario.

edad: 22 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Harrison Osterfield sangre: pura

Garrick Ollivander

Especialista en creación de varitas mágicas. Queda a elección del personaje si posee la tienda o no.

edad: 31 años casa: Ravenclaw pb sugerido: George MacKay sangre: pura

Charlus Potter

Esposo de Dorea Black con quien comparte un hijo. Debido a incongruencias en el canon, hemos colocado que Fleamont es el hermano mayor.

edad: 37 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Jonathan Bailey sangre: pura

Euphemia Potter

Esposa de Fleamont Potter. Futura madre de James Potter. No tiene prejuicios hacia los nacidos de muggles.

edad: 36 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Sujaya Dasgupta sangre: pura

Fleamont Potter

Esposo de Euphemia Potter. Debido a incongruencias en el canon, Charlus Potter es el hermano menor. Debe ser pocionista en la rama/profesión que desee.

edad: 43 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Adam Brody sangre: pura

Ignatus Prewett

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que tuvo al menos un hermano, dado que Ignatius es el futuro tío de Fabian, Gideon y Molly Prewett.

edad: 30 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Tye Sheridan sangre: pura

Eileen Prince

Se conoce que fue muy buena en gobstones en sus años de Hogwarts. En un futuro sería la madre de Severus Snape.

edad: 22 años casa: Slytherin pb sugerido: Derya Pınar sangre: pura

Druella Rosier

Esposa de Cygnus Black y, actualmente, madre de una pequeña Bellatrix.

edad: 25 años aprox. casa: Slytherin pb sugerido: Inka Williams sangre: pura

Isobel Ross

Madre de Minerva, Malcolm y Robert McGonagall. Está casada con Robert McGongall, un muggle. Dejamos a elección del usuario que tome el personaje la relación con su esposo y su reingreso a la sociedad mágica.

edad: 35 años casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Poppy Drayton sangre: pura

Newt Scamander

Fue un mago reconocido publicamente por su estudio y cuidado de las criaturas mágicas. Tiene un hermano mayor, Theseus.

edad: 55 años casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Toby Stephens sangre: mestiza

Theseus Scamander

Hermano de mayor de Newt. Es un auror reconocido como héroe de guerra debido a su intevención en la Guerra Mágica contra Grindelwald.

edad: 57 años casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Damian Lewis sangre: mestiza

Horace Slughorn

Fecha de nacimiento entre 1881 y 1899. Es un pocionista que, si bien pertenece a los Sagrados 28, nunca ha demostrado discriminación hacia los nacidos de muggles, sino hacia el talento de los magos.

edad: 69 años aprox. casa: Sltyherin pb sugerido: Jim Boadbent sangre: pura

Pomona Sprout

Fecha de nacimiento entre 1931 y 1941. Es una especialista en herbología, se desconoce su especialidad. Dejamos a elección del personaje su relación con la enseñanza.

edad: 21 años aprox. casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Isabella Sermon sangre: pura

Ignatus Tuft

Hijo de la actual Ministra de Magia, Wilhelmina Tuft. Se conoce que está relacionado con la política. Tomar el personaje no implica que será Ministro de Magia después de su madre.

edad: 32 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Jeremy Irvine sangre: mestiza

Orford Umbridge

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que en un futuro sería el padre de Dolores Umbridge.

edad: 20 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Mark Eydelshteyn sangre: pura

Elphinstone Urquart

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que es un funcionario del Ministerio y debe trabajar para el Departamento de Seguridad Mágica.

edad: 37 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Edward Speleers sangre: pura

Septimus Weasley

Padre de Billius y Arthur Weasley. Su esposa, Cedrella Black, fue borrada del tapiz familiar por casarse con él.

edad: 34 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Gwilym Pugh sangre: pura

Lysandra Yaxley

Esposa de Arcturus Black II y madre de Callidora, Cedrella y Charis Black.

edad: 67 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Jamie Lee Curtis sangre: pura

[lumi-shifts-home]

my Hogwarts Legacy DRself

about me ✧˖*°࿐

name : Lumine Everleigh age : 15 ( When I first shift it's the summer break before the sixth year. ) birthday : September 21st 1874 gender : female nationality : british

appearance and vibes ✧˖*°࿐

height : 1,67 m weight: 57 kg Top middle is the mansion I live in with my family. Nobody will ever catch me living poor in any other reality than my cr. Top right is my owl Cloud she's so soft ahhh!! Bottom left is my familiar Apollo. I love him sm :(( <3 Middle is my face claim.

details ✧˖*°࿐

hogwarts house : Hufflepuff

hobbies, skills & talents : ♡ gardening ♡ singing & dancing ♡ reading ♡ going on walks ♡ spending time with loved ones

friends : ♡ Adelaide Oakes ♡ Dahlia Primrose { We're that one Hufflepuff trio. They're my best friends in my cr and I just gave them different names and put them there to be my roommates, because why not? } ♡ Sebastian Sallow ♡ Ominis Gaunt { My other friend group. Since I shift after the fifth year, I put Anne in St. Mungos. She was part of us before ofc. } ♡ Garreth Weasley ♡ Cressida Blume ♡ Luna Lovegood ♡ Amit Thakkar ♡ Imelda Reyes { These are my friends from classes because I want to have at least one friend in my electives. }

This DR is my current obsession ahhhhh!! I've been rewatching the HP movies a few weeks ago and bought Hogwarts Legacy since it was on discount on steam. Honestly, I can't decide whether I want Sebastian or Ominis. I'm probably gonna script Sebastian as my s/o, but Ominis has my whole heart as well :(( He's so sweet.

Also, I know that it has nothing to do with shifting, but my friends and I plan on doing a harry potter marathon weekend soon and I'm so excited >0< !!!

[winterapocalypse]

Winter Apocalypse - chapter 57

Off to Skagos!

"Punishing the Royces would be up to me, since I'm the head of Ravenclaw." Professor Wilde continued, taking a step forward towards Melisandre. "But there's no evidence that they caused any damage to the school. Who are the Hufflepuffs who told you?"

Frankie Wilde's eyes narrowed, blue and now bright, as he was probably casting a spell to read Melisandre's mind, who backed away as if the red-haired man was burning.

"Why did you activate a spell that blocks mind reading? I was just trying to talk to you. You know I'm deaf, and I read minds and lips to understand what is being said to me." the Ravenclaw professor went on the attack this time, giving her a crooked smile and knowing that the woman had secrets.

"Because I didn't know anything about this trip?" asked Roose Bolton, piercing Stannis Baratheon with his disturbing ice-blue eyes. "I do not intend to sacrifice my best students and my niece, the daughter of my beloved twin sister, by sending her to Castle Black." he concluded.

"If it is a problem and you want to punish them, then do not host them in Skagos Winter Hogwarts. I will host them, in my own private castle."

In reality, the Little Castle of Frankie Wilde, the largest and most important and powerful and richest DJ wizard in the entire wizarding world, was perhaps larger than Winter Hogwarts itself, and had its own disco, where he often performed and from which myriads of wizards from all over Planetos flocked.

The boys wanted to debut, but, telepathically, the professor ordered them to appear opposed to the proposal, and all the boys pretended to become all morose, crossing their arms over their chests and muttering.

"I think it's a very good idea, Wilde." Roose Bolton agreed with him, and they were probably talking telepathically at the same time. "I give my Slytherin boys permission to spend their detention in your castle."

Stannis sighed, not knowing what else to say. Melisandre was focused, perhaps protecting her mind with a powerful Asshai charm to prevent Professor DJ from reading her mind.

In a whirlwind of red skirts and red hair, the Red woman turned on her heel and almost ran inside. Stannis, his brow furrowed, nodded to Roose Bolton and Frankie Wilde.

"Sounds fair." and walked away.

The boys, who had been on edge until then, burst into infectious laughter, and even Pallina, who had woken up from the noise, began to make happy noises while Ken stroked the feathers behind her beak crest.

Frankie and Roose looked at each other, then at the boys. "Get ready, we're off to Skagos!"

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[mugglenet]

"Potterversity" Episode 57: "The Ghosts of Our Past"

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"Potterversity" Episode 57: "The Ghosts of Our Past"

In the spirit of the spooky season, this episode is all about spirits and specters in the wizarding world.

    Emily and Katy, who recently published a new article titled “Harry Potter and Historical Witness: The Pensieve and the Time-Turner,” are joined by Louise Freeman, fresh off our two-part episode on memory, and David Martin, member of the winning Hufflepuff team on Harry Potter: Hogwarts Tournament of Houses and author of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches and Other Thoughts About Harry Potter.

Why does Hogwarts have ghosts? David thinks that ghosts are representations of the past and the influence of the past on the present, so a thousand-year-old castle is bound to be full of history. Louise sees the influence of Gothic novels, in which old castles tend to be haunted.

We debate the dynamics governing ghosts and their interactions with the world around them. Ghosts don’t age, but can they evolve emotionally? Peeves is a different kind of spirit altogether as a poltergeist and can interact with objects in a way the Hogwarts ghosts cannot – and thus cause much more chaos. Ghosts are also distinct from the form of Tom Riddle that emerges from the diary, the figures that appear with the use of the Resurrection Stone, and Voldemort’s victims conjured by Priori Incantatem.

Most of the ghosts at Hogwarts lived centuries ago. Why did they choose to become ghosts and stay at Hogwarts? In addition to a fear of death, we discuss what unfinished business they had on earth – which could be coming to terms with death. Once ghosts finish their business, can they ever move on?

What would you like to hear more about from our podcast? We’d love to hear from you! Please send us an email at PotterversityPodcast@gmail.com, and connect with us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. 

[royalarmyofoz]

1. Short Peg Bundy

2. Great listener (with big tits)

3. Great listener (with big ass)

4. Corn-fed Xena

5. Butcheress

6. Tatted-up cheese monger

7. Classically hot (die first in a horror movie)

8. Mysteriously hot (die last in a horror movie)

9. Sequestered juror

10. Pilot

11. Uber driver

12. Uber pool driver

13. Susan Saran-dom

14. Tár

15. Old Cara delevingne

16. Q.L.C. (quarter life crisis)

17. Fencer (sport)

18. Fencer (fences)

19. Incorrectly sorted hufflepuff

20. Pre-Friends Courtney cox type

21. During-Friends Courtney cox type

22. Post-Friends Courtney cox type

23. Femme Mr. Peanut

24. A "Mary Louise" (the most common first and middle name in US)

25. Real life Cathy

26. Middle aged rumspringa-er

27. Janice Muppet

28. Sexy bird

29. Ghost tour lover

30. Marge Simpson

31. Reclusive sculptor

32. Insatiable Eleanor Roosevelt

33. Cynical stripper

34. Adjunct professor

35. Tenured professor

36. Gorton's fisherwoman

37. Young Blanche Devereaux

38. Congresswoman

39. Female Popeye

40. Vegan bbq chef

41. Cute Howdy Doody doll

42. Twin

43. Ginger

44. Fanfiction author

45. Rolfer

46. Deep sea diver

47. One woman show woman

48. Lumberjackess

49. Disney cast member

50. Liberal doomsday prepper

51. Weed gardener

52. Gay's anatomy (a surgeon)

53. A.L.F. (aunt I'd like to fuck)

54. Former reality show contestant

55. Seinfeld if he was a girl

56. A Helen-type

57. Late afternoon owl

58. Head coach

59. Pre-Friends Lisa Kudrow type

60. Upstate homeowner

61. Season ending acl injury

62. Dawn lookalike

63. Summer lookalike

64. Wickie lookalike

65. Beautiful indy car driver

66. Exhausted community organizer

67. Bisexual tricyclist

68. Cynical wedding planner

69. Rockette

70. "Stomp"er

71. The giver

72. Former cult member

73. Opposite myers-briggs type

74. Female HBO's Barry

75. Hamburglartrix

76. Catfish

77. Sweet'n low mommy

78. Just broke off engagement

79. AirBnBitch

80. White Lotus 2 Sicily GM type

81. Humiliated American Idol auditioner

82. Podcaster with vocal fry

83. Podcaster no vocal fry

84. Reformed goth

85. Public radio celeb

86. Crossing guard who's gone viral for dancing on the job

87. Indiscernible accent

88. Neighborhood famous realtor

89. A Siri or Alexa type

90. Hiked the Appalachian trail in winter

91. Civil War reenactor (for the good guys)

92. Revolutionary war reenactor (for the bad guys)

93. Dungenmistress

94. Brewmistress

95. Former "The Onion" writer

96. Cosplayer

97. Endurance artist

98. Fishmonger

99. Wanted woman

100. Little miss bossy

101. Little miss scatterbrain

102. Parade size girl

103. Top Chef runner up

104. Joe Rogan defender

105. Night shift baker

106. Magicians assistant (top half)

107. Magicians assistant (bottom half)

108. Mona lisa

109. Organ donor

110. Wikipedia donor

111. Method actor

112. Essential workers (hospitals)

113. Essential workers (restaurants)

114. Mixologistress

115. TSA worker

116. Catholic school teacher

117. Midwestern billboard celebrity

118. Intellectual property lawyer

119. THC farmer

120. Jacked stand up

121. Astrology gay

122. Electrical scooter as identity

123. Best friend is brother

124. Soft faced farmer

125. Correction officer

126. Tatted up chef

127. Trader Joe's cashier who loves life

128. Trauma nurse by day/strip club bartender by night

129. Strip club bartender by day/trauma nurse by night

130. Etsy girlboss

131. Septum piercer

132. True crime podcaster

133. Mrs. Clause type

134. Weirdo who chose to live in Vegas

135. Probiotic proselytizer

136. Vegan

137. Vegetarian

138. Pescatarian

139. Pescatarian who will eat meat at dinner parties if it's served to them because they don't want to make a bid deal about it

140. Liver queen

141. Earthquake survivor (all they talk about)

142. Earthquake survivor (won't talk about it)

143. Vet (animals)

144. Vet (war)

145. Fiscal conservative

146. Community college Rachel Maddow

147. Pedra Pascal

148. Shit-stirrer at work

149. Bird watcher

150. Bird stalker

151. A daddy-mommy

152. Hobbist

153. Pete Davidson ex

154. Stephen Dorff but a girl

155. Uncanny valley face

156. Johnny paycheck type

157. Former MTV VJ

158. Butterfeet

159. All about her family

160. Disney adult

161. Marvel mommy

162. Les Misérables les

163. Militant activist

164. Slutty couponer

165. Burning ma'am

166. Divorced yogi

167. Ozempic journey tiktoker

168. Jeweler with a heart of gold

169. Only gay when she drinks

170. Celebrity stylist (will gossip)

171. Large Marge trucker

172. McMansion realtor

173. Bernie Sis

174. Lady glory hole hookup

175. Hotel lobby bar transient

176. Docent

177. Lil Stinktress

178. The elusive cigar mommy

[lesbiansforlupin]

Hufflepuff: You and my therapist would get along.

Slytherin: Why’s that?

Hufflepuff: Cause she’s started to be mean to me and it’s working.

[thatblackravenclaw]

No I Don't

Blog Details + My Library

author note: I write more fics in class than I do actual class work at this point 💀 I hope this doesn't flop because I wrote this before putting in a word document.

Draco Malfoy x black!fem!slytherin!reader

au: lovers in denial

word count: 3k

warning(s): cursing, weed usage, smut, mommy kink, fingering, kind of d/s dynamic, oral (male receiving), i hate using british slang

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Finally some peace and quiet. The fire is lit, book in hand, blanket on lap, and no one in the common room, because Cedric is hosting a party. I take out the bookmark and lay it on the coffee table and lean against the arm of the couch.

“Hey, l/n.”

I was so close. I pick up my bookmark and moved my legs from taking up the other spaces on the couch.

“Hello, Draco. Why are you here?”

“I live here.”

“No. I mean yes, but no. Hufflepuff party? Ring any bells?”

“Yeah, but Pansy is there. I need a break.”

“Fair enough, but out of all the places in this castle, why the common room? You see this place every day. Go explore.

“Oh, but I love your company so much, so here I am.”

“Keep it in your trousers. I’m going back to my book.”

“Can you read it to me?”

I roll my eyes and pat my lap for him to lay down. He looks giddy as he makes his way around the couch and adjust himself to have his head on my lap and his legs hang over the other arm. The fire stays steady as I read chapter after chapter. Draco’s eyes are closed, but I can tell that he’s still awake, hanging on to every word by his eye movements whenever something silly or drastic happened.

There’s a bunch of noises outside the door as I’m about to start the last chapter. I looked around to find the grandfather clock and see that it is 3:57 am. Draco’s eyes flutter open and look into mine. He sits up and I pick up the bookmark again, knowing that is how far I will be getting in the book tonight.

“Draco!” I’m going to beg Goyle to stop giving that girl tequila.

I take this as my chance to make an escape. I stand up and make my way to the girls’ dorm, but before I can even take a step, I feel Draco’s hand on my forearm. I look down at him and his artic eyes are begging me to not leave. I feel a pang in my heart, but I already have to share a room with her, so I give him a sympathetic look before taking my leave.

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“I think that he’s finally warming up to me.” Pansy plops on her bed while talking to Daphne.

“I think that you’re becoming more delusional.” Daphne responds. I almost snort at the comment.

“You’re just jealous.”

“You’re just delusional. Everyone knows that y/n and Draco are dating.”

I slam my dresser drawer and face Daphne.

“Now you are delusional. I was getting ready to shower and I get attacked unprovoked.” Daphne rolls her eyes.

“You’re both delusional. Pansy, Draco’s in love with y/n. Y/n, you’re in love with Draco. I’m going to hang out with Cedric. Bye.”

I don’t even get to rebuttal before the door is shut in our face.

“If you go anywhere near Draco-“

“Pansy, I will knock your ass out. Sit down. Don’t nobody want Draco but you.” I take the rest of my stuff and also shut the door in her face.

Out of all the people in this school, Draco? God, I hope she isn’t spreading this around. I can barely stand him, let alone be in love with him. How did I get in the common room. Fuck, bro. I do not feel like walking back up. I look around and find Draco and Blaise still sitting on the couch.

“Do you guys ever sleep,” I ask. They both jump as they hear my voice.

“Lighten up, y/n. It’s a Sunday.” Blaise says while handing me the bong. I set my stuff down on the chair before taking it out of his hand.

“So,” I start after I exhale, “How did you get Pansy to leave you alone?”

“Told her I was going to bed and would talk to her tomorrow.” He takes a hit and passes it back to Blaise.

“What an empty promise.” I chuckle.

My legs stretch out in front of e and I relax into the cushion.

“Wish I could get rid of her that easily.”

After 30 minutes the fire started to look 2D  so whenever Blaise tried to hand it to me, I shook my head, unable to feel my limbs.

“If all of Blaise’s exes had to fist fight, who do you think win?”

“Why are you like this?” He asks me, clearly exasperated.

“Probably Aaliyah.” I bust out laughing at Blaise’s offended reaction to Draco’s answer.

“No way. It would be Selene.” Blaise responds.

I finally gain control of my limbs as they keep arguing as to which ex would win. I stand and stretch my arms over my head, letting out a mix of a groan and a moan as my muscles unstiffen. I open my eyes and notice Draco and Blaise staring at me.

“Uh, hi?” I give them a weird look before turning around and picking up my bathroom tote. I’ll just take a shower when I sober up. I don’t exactly trust myself to consecutively stand right now. I look back in their direction and see them occupied with hushed tones. It sounds a bit like arguing, but I don’t care enough to listen.

“Alright gentlemen, as fun as this has been, I must return to my dorm and pray to Merlin that the future Mrs. Draco Malfoy is asleep.”

“Sounds like you wish it was you.” Blaise says.

“Haven’t you heard? According to Daphne, I already am. Apparently we’re deeply in love.”

“So she sees it too?” Blaise also stands while looking at me.

“For the love of- We are just friends.” Draco is standing now too as he speaks.

“I’m going to bed.” I don’t even wait for their response as I make my way to my dorm.

To my relief, when I walk in the room, Pansy is sound asleep. I slip off my pajama bottoms before getting into bed.

“Why don’t you just date Blaise instead?”

When is it my turn to be happy?

“Why Blaise?”

“You guys have a lot in common.”

“Like what? That we’re black and get smoke?”

“See! You do have stuff in common!”

“If that was the case then you’re his type too. Unless you’re rejecting your black side this week.”

“But-“

“Good night Pansy.”

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I wonder when Cedric and Cho are going to break up? Not that I’m praying on their downfall or anything. It’s just known that Hogwarts couples don’t last long. Dean and Ginny dated for like 6 months, Ron and Lavender dated for 5, and I think Fred and Angelina only went on 1 date.

“Y/n? Hello? You with us?” I look at Pansy and blink at her.

“What do you want?” I say after I come back to Earth.

“Shh! Draco’s coming.” She starts to pat down her hair and clear her throat. I make a disgusted face before looking down at my food. All of a sudden, the thought of chicken disgusted me, so I started eating the mashed potatoes.

“Draco has an announcement.” Blaise proclaims.

“No I don’t.” He says while sitting down across from me, but next to Pansy.

“A Miss Tracy Davis has asked out our young Draco.” Blaise says as he sits next to me.

My throat tightens and my appetite completely vanishes. I try not to show any reaction to the news.

“And he said no,” I unconsciously relax, “and told her that ‘a gentleman asks the girl out’ and then asked her out.” And I feel sick again. I drop my fork and throw on a fake smile.

“Oo, who knew that Draco was such a sweet talker.” He rolls his eyes before he started putting food on his plate.

The nasty feeling doesn’t subside as conversations continue around me. Pansy looks how I feel. I can clearly see the tears well up in her eyes. A twinge of empathy is felt as I observe her state of being.

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As I lay in my bed, I try to sort out everything. I don’t like Draco. I’m not in love with him. He’s Draco. He’s spoiled and self-centered and pompous. Our families have pushed for a union, but we always refuse. We’re just friends. So what, whenever anything good happens to me, my first instinct is to tell him or that I volunteer to suffer through his family’s dinner parties every holiday. And so what whenever he rejects a girl I get a tiny bit happy. Why am I letting this get to me? Blaise and Daphne just got into my head and are making me over-analyze everything. I most likely only feel this way because the said something.

“Alohomora.” I hear from the other side of the door. Shit. I should’ve known that wouldn’t keep Pansy long I sit up in my bed and am met with Daphne stumbling through the door. I lay back down with a sigh of relief.

“Who was last night’s victim.” I ask after she drops her shit on her bed.

“Dean from Gryffindor.” A knowing smile lifts her cheeks.

“Nice choice. I thought he was dating Ginny again?”

“She got back with that one bloke from Ravenclaw. I just happened to have been there to comfort him.”

“You’re sick, you know that?” I say with a bit of a dry laugh as I stand up and go get my coat off of our cupboard.

“I’ll have you know; Dean came on to me. Not the other way around and he was in control the whole time. Thank you very much.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m going out to smoke. Wanna join?”

“Nah, me and Dean just got through about 15 minutes ago, so I’m gonna go to sleep.”

“GROSS! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!” I simultaneously close my ears and our door. Maybe Draco wants to smoke. Hopefully he’s not busy.

The walk to his dorm isn’t far. I’m standing outside before I know it. My hand raises to knock, but I hear muffles on the other side. I lean so that my ear touches the door. My hands are also on the door to keep me steady. The muffles become low moans. A wet substance is heard between every moan. I shouldn’t be doing this. Curiosity killed the cat.

“Fuck, right there baby.” It’s Draco. I clench my thighs at the sounds.

I almost knock until I realize that he’s probably in there with Tracy. My stomach turns and I back away, making my way to the common room. A fucking pervert is what I am. Why did I eavesdrop. He’s my best friend and even if he wasn’t, that’s still fucking weird.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say after I bump into, I look up, Tracy.

“You’re perfectly alright. I’m just looking around for Draco.” I stare at her, unblinking. Who did I hear in his room then?

“I think I know where he is. I’ll send him down to the common room for you.”

“Really? Thank you.” I return her smile and go back toward his room.

Could it have been someone else? No way. He’s an asshole, but he’d never two-time someone. There’s only one logical answer. He was masturbating. My pussy throbs at the thought. No. This is all in my head. The door is back in my sigh, and I feel my heart rate pick up. I stand in front of it, but this time there’s no muffles. My ear once again meets the door and listens. For a few seconds there’s no noise, but then I hear a whimpering. I let out a quick exhale. My thighs rub together to relieve that missing friction.

“Mommy, please let me cum.” His begging almost makes me open the door to help him cum.

“Y/n, please.” I jump away from the door and just stare at it.

I’m hearing things. That’s it. I bring my ear back and hear a quiet shout of my name and then heavy breathing. I stand in shock. Daphne was right. Blaise was right, but how? He has given no indication that he’s in love with me. I shake off my thoughts and get myself together. My hand raises and knocks on the door. There’s shuffling before he opens the door. His face is flushed, hit shirt is on but it’s not buttoned, and his signature slicked back hair is now a moppy mess.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” There’s a detectable nervousness in his voice.

“Tracy is looking for you, but I can tell her that you’re busy.”

He clears his throat as he buttons up his shirt.

“I’m not busy. Just wasn’t expecting you. Do you want to come in?” I want you to cum inside. Girl, what is wrong with you? Behave.

“Sure,” I shrug. He makes way and I awkwardly shuffle in.

“So I’m guessing it’s going good with Tracy, huh?” I look in the mirror and assess my hair to help calm my nerves.

“It’s not.” My dreads swing across my shoulder as I turn to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Blaise and Tracy are dating. He lied to get a reaction out of you or something.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. You have got to be fucking kidding me. I sit next to him on the bed and notice a dent in the bed where he usually lays. I wonder how long he was masturbating.

“Mm, they still on that, huh?”

“Yeah. I was kind of curious myself, to be honest.” I nod my head and lay where he had before. I then take a deep breath.

“Oh, mommy! Please y/n let me cum! I need it, please!” His face becomes mortified as I mock his sounds from earlier.

“I can’t believe you listened.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t cast a silencing charm. So, how long have you been in love with me?” Red completely takes over his face. I sit back up and nudge him with my shoulder.

“I’m not in love with you.”

“Oh, totally. What if I just,” I take his chin and turn his face completely toward me. My hand slides down to his throat. Our eyes meet, “this.” My eyes go down to his lips and then back to his eyes. His avoid mine as he pushes my hand away from around his neck.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Does this prove anything?”

I take his hand in mine while I spread my legs. With my free hand, I reach under my skirt and move my underwear to the side. I look deep into his eyes as I move his hand up my thigh and to my now uncovered core. His breath hitches as his fingers caress through my folds and to my clit. I choke on a moan but maintain eye contact. He gathers my slick and circles around my clit. I take a chance and lean in, connecting our lips. He’s hesitant, but after a beat, he starts to chase after my life. The room fills of slightly heavy breathing and my cum as his fingers are now slowly thrusting in and out of my heat.

“Fuck, don’t do me in.” I moan as I reluctantly pull my lips from his. His fingers leave me and I almost cry.

My fingers play around with his zipper. The throbbing from my clit urges me to actually pull his zipper down. I look up at him and notice that his eyes are full blown with lust and his lips are a glossy shade of red from the event that just took place.

Once the zipper is down, he helps me shimmy off his trousers. My eyes widen at the hardness that now faces me. He didn’t put his pants back on before he answered the door. The tip is an angry red and pre-cum flows down his shaft.

“Want mommy to take care of you?” He nods his head and I respond with a tsk.

“Need you to use those big boy words.” I slide off of the bed from beside him and slip in between his legs.

“Please, mommy.” He whimpers. I feel more slick leak out of me.

I reach down and play with my clit while caressing his thigh. My clit begins to throb again. My fingers slid down and gather the cum that has accumulated and use it as lube. I nimbly spread my cum across his tip and down his shaft. It glistens in the dimly lit room. I lick from the bottom to the tip. His moans fill the room, and his hips buck up to my face. I smooth my hand down his thigh to calm him down as I slowly take him in my mouth. My lips wrap around the tip and my tongue explores around. The tang of our cum hits my tastebuds and my moan vibrates down his cock. I inch him further and further until my nose hits the base. His hand reaches down and intertwines with my free hand. He holds back his moans, and I don’t like that. I close my throat around him and let the vibrations of my moans consume him. A drawn out “fuck” leaves his lips. I smile to the best of my ability and bob my head, stopping halfway down his shaft and let my hand jerk off the rest .

“Please, y/n.”

I let go of him with a ‘pop’ and innocently look up at him.

“What do you need, baby?”

He looks down as I continue jerking him off, but he isn’t looking at my hand. I look down and realize that a few of my buttons have undone and you can see a glimpse of my cleavage. I look back up at him with a soft smile. I discreetly scooch closer, so his view is aligned with my breasts and his cock.

“You want mommy’s tits?” He nods his head before his cum squirts out. It hits my sternum and flows down my cleavage. I tap his tip on the top of my tits and let droplets of cum decorate my chest.

Draco Masterlist

[sigmxnd]

1. Nickname: sig

2. Zodiac: leo

3. Height: 5'1 ½ 😞

4. Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

5. Last thing I Googled: michael j. fox

6. Song Stuck in My Head: staple tapeworms on my penis by passenger of shit

7. Number of Followers: i'll get back to you on that

8. Amount of Sleep: 6 or 7 hours

9. Lucky Number: idk

10. Dream Job: author

11. Wearing: pierce the veil shirt from a show done in san diego (apparently) & jorts

12. Favourite song: i can never pick one, i have a lot

13. Aesthetic: you tell me 🤷‍♂️

14. Favourite author: tui t. sutherland

15. Favourite instrument: synthesizer

16. Favourite Animal Noise: mourning dove

17. Random: @aces-big-toe-57 ily <33

no pressure tags: @criminalcinnamon @crimson-chaser @aces-big-toe-57 @notquitehuman-creations @deadboybilly @mech-mantis @al1enf1end @original-character-chaos @homo-beehive @vxzii @wetfishguts @cipherforbid

17 questions

Thanks @midnanoire for the tag!

1. Nickname: I have a lot of weird, inside joke nicknames from my siblings, but I don’t really have a normal nickname that other people call me. Sometimes, people call me Lilly, but that’s pretty rare.

2. Zodiac: Aries

3. Height: I’m somewhere between 5′4″ and 5′5″. When people ask, I usually round up ;)

4. Hogwarts House: I don’t know, I was never a Harry Potter fan, so I can’t really answer this question.

5. Last thing I Googled: I was looking up the anime Colourful just to know what it was. The more interesting thing I recently googled was chess references in Hamilton lol.

6. Song Stuck in My Head: “Where is Your Rider” by the Oh Hellos. I’ve listened to it quite a bit lately, and that hook is incredible and has been embedded in my brain for days.

7. Number of Followers: 227

8. Amount of Sleep: I went to sleep last night at 7am, so I’m having a really great day lol. I think I got just under 6 hours of sleep, because I was at least able to sleep in a bit.

9. Lucky Number: I don’t really have one? I do enjoy the numbers 4 and 9 for mental math purposes, but I’m not quite sure why I like them so much.

10. Dream Job: I’d like to work in the publishing industry in some capacity. Author would be fun, but I’d actually prefer to be an editor at this point in time. I actually just applied for an editing intern at Harper Collins, so fingers crossed I guess.

11. Wearing: Shorts and tee shirt. It’s been quite hot lately.

12. Favourite song: Hmm, not sure. I have a lot of songs I really like, but maybe Carrying You from Castle in the Sky? I really love the regular, instrumental version of the theme. It’s beautiful.

13. Aesthetic: Maybe it’s because I grew up in the country, but I love big farms with flocks of cows and sheep. It makes me so happy.

14. Favourite author: John Milton probably. I’m a big nerd for that era of history, and Milton always delivers quality literature.

15. Favourite instrument: Guitar definitely, but piano and cello are quite nice too.

16. Favourite Animal Noise: Is it cliche to say a lion’s roar? It’s so majestic. Although, I really like otters’ happy little squeaks too. They’re so cute.

17. Random: Ugh… I guess I’ve been playing a lot of video games lately. I’m catching up on some PS4 games I missed when I didn’t have the console, and I recently finished Spiderman (which was good) and now I’m on Ghost of Tsushima, which is just… beautiful. I’ve also gotten into Mario Tennis a lot.

I’m not going to bother tagging anyone, in case this is a nuisance or whatever, but if you want to do it and you follow me, consider yourself tagged :)

[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​

[seriouslysnape]

Study Buddy

Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Fingering.

Word Count: 1,974

“I need to get back to studying anyway.”

It had been exactly 57 minutes since you had started studying. 57 minutes since you had sat down at Cedric’s desk in his private prefect room to try to cram in as much as you possibly could for your Transfiguration exam that was tomorrow morning. 

It had been a long school year for you as far as Transfiguration was concerned. The material just wasn’t sticking with you the way it usually did. You had struggled all year to keep your grade from totally tanking and causing you to fail the class. McGonagall had been so very kind to you by understanding that this wasn’t normal for you. She was great with encouraging you to take up tutoring to help guide you through the year. Even with outside help, though, you were still struggling to keep your head above water.

Tomorrow was the last regular exam of the year, and you feared that you’d flunk the class if you didn’t do well on the exam. You’d have to retake the class over the summer if you didn’t pass, and being stuck at Hogwarts during your precious summer break was the last thing you wanted.

You had plans to spend summer with Cedric and his family, and now everything was on the line. Cedric had designated himself to be your “study buddy” for the evening. He would call out definitions and terms for you to answer, provide you with ways to remember the concepts you were having a hard time remembering.

You grew more and more aggravated the longer you sat trying to memorize the material, eventually becoming determined to do it all on your own.

The stakes were high, but Cedric didn’t seem to be too phased by it. His horrid singing was evidence to that. It had also been approximately 23 minutes since he had started singing that same stupid song that he clearly had stuck in his head. Cedric didn’t have to study since Transfiguration came so easily to him, but that didn’t stop him from offering the peaceful serenity of his room to you.

You hated studying in the library since it was always so crowded this time of year. Your common room was too loud, and your dorm was too busy. Cedric’s room was quiet, isolated, and perfect for studying. Or at least, it would have been if Cedric would just shut his mouth.

“Cedric!” You shrieked, throwing your quill down and turning in your seat to face him; “Can you please stop singing?”

Cedric’s humming and intonation stopped at the sound of you snapping at him. He was sprawled out on his bed, sunken into his sheets as he did whatever he could to keep himself occupied.

“Are you not enjoying my singing?” He asked, his head popping up from his cascade of pillows.

His genuine smile and playful tone simmered away when he saw your visible distress had increased since the last time he had looked at you. The stress was clear on your face and showed on you physically. Your shoulders were tensed up in his shirt that was draped over you comfortably. Your bare legs were bouncing anxiously at the thought of failing this damn exam.

“Cedric, I have to study. I have to learn this before tomorrow,” You snarked off; “And I can’t do that when you’re screeching over there.”

Cedric sat up from his array of pillows and sheets. It sure felt colder and lonelier without you. His fluffy hair was strewn about from his tossing and turning on the mattress, his eyes looking to you sympathetically and apologetically. He hadn’t meant to annoy you or frustrate you. He had hoped to lighten the mood a bit. You didn’t wait for a response before you turned back around to dive back into your studies. 

“Okay, okay...” He gave up softly; “I’m sorry.”

You hung your head in shame, a heavy sigh escaping you at the sound of his innocent voice. The guilt that filled you was enough to prompt you to take a moment to lean back in your chair, putting Transfiguration aside for a moment. You were reluctant to turn around to look at the Hufflepuff boy that was undoubtedly looking back at you. You knew his puppy like eyes would have you feeling even more remorseful for yelling at him. Against your better judgement, you turned around once more, your heart melting at the sight of his widened eyes and concerned expression.

Cedric had been more than patient with you. He had offered his room, desk, and resources to you to take advantage of. He had made sure you were settled and had catered to your every need to ensure that you were set. It wasn’t fair that you were lashing out at him just because you were frustrated. 

Cedric was your comfort. He was your stress relief. Your lover. Your soulmate. Your solace. Your everything. 

“No, no. I’m sorry,” You replied, extending your hand; “Come here, Ced.”

He scrambled off of the bed to meet you, ignoring your hand and scooping you up from the chair so he could sit you on his lap once he himself sat down. Your hands cradled his face, thumbs trailing along his cheekbones. Despite the fact that you had basically screamed at him, he didn’t have the slightest bit of anger in his expression. 

“I just wanted to help.” He admitted.

“I know. It’s not your fault that I’m upset,” You replied, making an attempt to settle his hair on his head; “I’m just stressed out.”

His hand rubbed the top of one of your thighs, noting how tense the muscles there were. He brought his hand to yours, bringing your palm to his lips so he could leave a kiss. He hated to see you so worked up over something like this. He wanted you to be happy all the time.

He never looked away from you, taking in how tired you were from less than an hour of studying. You still had a long way to go to get prepared for this exam.

You shifted in his lap to get situated, accidentally rubbing yourself against his thigh. His leg had brushed against the fabric of your panties, hitting your clit just right and in the most pleasurable way. Your face flushed with embarrassment at your involuntary gasp that brought a certain sparkle to his eyes. 

“Oh, you want me to take care of you, baby?” He purred, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the sides of your knickers.

The shake of your head was hesitant as you went to lift yourself to leave his lap when he yanked you back down. He moved his leg again, rubbing over your button once more. Your eyelashes fluttered that time, a more quiet hum sounding from your chest. Your hands found his firm shoulders, resting there gingerly,

“No, it’s okay. You’ve done more than enough,” You smiled softly; “I need to get back to studying anyway.”

“But I want to make my pretty girl feel good,” He mewled; “Consider this some...stress relief, if you will.”

Cedric’s version of “stress relief” sounded wonderful to you, and if he was offering, you’d be a fool to say no. You caught his lips in a feverish kiss, your mouths working together perfectly the way they always did. 

Whether it was because of the desperation for some tension relief or just Cedric in general, it didn’t take you long to soak the material of your underwear and have arousal slicking your walls. He pushed your panties to the side, not even bothering to remove them completely since this would have to be quick. He smirked against your lips at the feeling of you already being so wet for him.

“Such a good girl,” He praised; “All perfect and ready for me.”

His middle two digits plunged into you, a smooth moan vibrating from your throat. You whimpered out as the tip of his thumb rubbed at your clit, while his middle digits pumped and curled as you began to rock your hips against them. Your arousal dripped around his hand as he worked you towards your orgasm.

He loved these kinds of moments. The moments where you came to him for comfort and took some time to submit to him. He liked watching you come undone by his control and his commands.  It wasn’t that Cedric liked bossing you around or anything like that, but he loved being able to make you feel good in the ways that only he knew how to.

And he knew exactly how to.

He hit every bundle of nerves and every spot that had you writhing around his hand. You were clenched around his fingers, letting his fingers fuck you in the best way.

Cedric wasn’t exactly sure how much this would help, or if it would at all. If nothing else, he was content to be giving you a well needed break for a little while. 

“Fuck!” You hissed under your breath when his fingers found your sweet spot; “Please, don’t stop.” 

“I’m not going to stop, pretty girl,” He smiled; “I’m going to let you get off. Just keep riding my fingers and keep moving those pretty hips, yeah?”

Your pelvis continued to roll into his hand as he stroked your walls and pumped in and out, that all too familiar hot buildup beginning to burn in your lower belly. Flashes of heat, ecstasy, and fire reigned upon you as you grew closer and closer.

“Oh, Cedric...” You breathed out, hips slowing a little and your eyes squinting shut as you moved all your focus on your impending finish.

“I’m right here, beautiful. You can do it.” Cedric encouraged, using his other hand to push your hair from your face.

You came on his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you in a blinding rush. You cried out, your body falling against him instantly. Your legs trembled just a tad, the muscles convulsing and spazzing from the intensity of it all. He withdrew his fingers, chuckling at your sigh from the loss of contact. He pressed kisses to the top of your head as you straddled him, slumped down on his chest with heaving breathing.

“That was perfect. So, so perfect.” He grinned.

He showered you with peppered kisses and sweet caresses, bringing you out of the fog that had clouded your head. You definitely weren’t as tense anymore, and you felt like you were in better spirits now. 

“You’re going to do great tomorrow. I know it,” Cedric said after another minute of silence; “I’m so proud of you.” 

You raised your head to rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him with a lazy smile. 

“Thanks, Ceddy. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You apologized, knowing he was over it.

“Don’t worry about it, my love,” He replied, kissing your forehead; “I’ll let you get back to studying.”

He went to maneuver out from under you, but stopped short when you perked up.

“Won’t you stay? I can just sit here and study...” You hinted, your fingertips finding the waistband of his sweats.

He gave a sly smirk, his eyes beginning to blow with lust once more.

“Okay, princess. You can sit on my lap while you study,” He granted, knowing exactly where this was going to lead; “Are you sure you can pay attention?” 

You nodded with a slight bite of your lower lip, pushing his sweats down to his knees. You suddenly weren’t so worried about the exam anymore. Odds were that McGonagall wouldn’t let you fail the class when you had been busting your ass all year. But you didn’t mind a stressful study session every once in a while.

As long as you had Cedric around to ease the tension, it was well worth it.

[elliethesandmouse]

To the girl I fell in love with...

1. Remember when you cried with me for the first time cause you felt abondened?

2. Remember when we used to have convos bout random trash topics that led to nowhere?

3. Remember when we both were obsessed with greek and tried to choose it for our final year?

4. Remember when you didn't chose French so we could do Japanese together?

5. Remember when I cried with u because the teacher was giving you a hard time?

6. Remember when you opened up to me for the first time?

7. Remember when we started romanticising everything for fun?

8. Remember when we were obsessed with that one American TV show?

9. Remember when you used to hang out with me a lot because your friends were in their own world?

10. Remember when we got fake married and got divorced a week after? XD

11. Remember when I woke u up for Japanese lessons cause u was sleepy head?

12. Remember when you called me three days straight to check up on me because i was sick?

13. Remember when you tried to reserve a committee application for me and got scolded by the teacher in charge?

14. Remember when I told you about our comfort show for the first time?

15. Remember when we were talking about it 24/7?

16. Remember when you tightly hugged me for the first time?

17. Remember when you said you needed my hugs to function?

18. Remember when you said I would be the one you'd save if all your friends were caught on fire?

19. Remember when you wrote our word on my hand for the first time?

20. Remember when you kissed my hand?

21. Remember when you started to hug me every morning and everyday before we went home?

22. Remember when you said you loved me for the first time? Three thousend?

23. Remember when we secretly held hands in classes?

24. Remember when you said I was the only one who didn't aggravate you when u was mad?

25. Remember when you said u missed me?

26. Remember when you said you will say you loved me just to hear it back?

27. Remember when you said you'd burn the divorce papers and I would never get rid of you?

28. Remember when you said u got goosebumps because I hugged you?

29. Remember when you said I looked gorgeous in the black dress?

30. Remember when you said you liked me?

31. Remember when you said u loved me to the moon and never back cause I was your moon?

32. Remember when you said you wanted to kiss me right back?

33. Remember when you said you wanted to forget that it happened?

34. Remember when you said you couldn't because I was distractive?

35. Remember when you called me your hufflepuff?

36. Remember when you said you wanted me to make u coffee?

37. Remember when you said I was taken?

38. Remember when you wanted to get matching tattoos?

39. Remember when you said you would move in with me if we choose the same streams?

40. Remember when you wanted to adopt a ferret with me?

41. Remember when you said you sneak in to the bathroom just to text me?

42. Remember when you used to send me songs every night?

43. Remember when you said u never wanted to be in a relationship with anyone?

44. Remember when you said you have a playlist under my name?

45. Remember when you started fangirling about other girls with me?

46. Remember when you said you will kill everyone if they tried to flirt with me?

47. Remember when you said that we should go to see a sunset?

48. Remember when you made a moodboard for us?

49. Remember when you ignored my texts even though you were online?

50. Remember when we talked hours through the phone that one day?

51. Remember when you reconnected really good with your friends again?

52. Remember when u started to leave me on seen?

54. Remember when we used to talk through the whole morning in between online lessons?

55. Remember when we saw each other again after months?

56. Remember when you said you loved it in my arms?

57. Remember when you looked at me with eyes filled with affection?

58. Remember when you looked at me with the same eyes filled with guilt?

59. Remember when I bought you ice cream?

60. Remember when you started clinging to your friends as if I was never there?

61. Remember when u reassured me when I had my bad days?

62. Remember when you said u will be there for me whenever I wanted to cry?

63. Remember when you became the reason for all of my breakdowns?

64. Remember when your I love you texts turned into just 3000 texts?

65. Remember when we watched a movie in the theatre holding hands the whole time?

66. Remember when you sat down next to me when we went to eat with our friends?

67. Remember when you said u wanted to take pictures together?

68. Remember when you never noticed when I was upset?

69. Remember when you forgot I existed until I reminded u sometimes?

70. Remember when you said you never thought about letting me go?

71. Remember when u started treating me like u treat all your friends?

72. Remember when you started wearing the necklace I gave you everywhere?

73. Remember when u stopped sending me 3000 texts?

74. Remember when you started becoming more and more distant each passing day?

75. Remember when you started not giving a fuck bout what I had to say?

76. Remember when u started sending 3000 texts to all your friends?

77. Remember when I wanted to talk bout us?

78. Remember when u said u felt indifferent to everything?

79. Remember when I asked if u still had feelings for me and you said yes?

80. Remember when you broke up with me?

81. Remember when you talked to me as if nothing happened the next morning? When I was busy throwing up all my dinner to the sink?

82. Remember when you softly said hi when we met again?

83. Remember when u called my name everytime I crossed paths with u?

84. Remember when you hugged me when I asked you not to?

85. Remember when you said you forgot that we broke up?

86. Remember when you gave me a bracelet on my birthday?

87. Remember when you wrote our word on my hand again?

88. Remember when you said u had a crush on another girl?

89. Remember when you made my life a living hell?

90. Remember when u smiled everytime our eyes met?

91. Remember when u gave me a pencil with our word written and said lucky charm on the exam day?

92. Remember when u held my hand a little too long before the paper and said good luck?

93. Remember when we hugged each other for the last time?

94. Remember when you said I was a good friend to you?

95. Remember when you said you wrote me a poem?

96. Remember when you said u pretended to still like me because you didn't want to hurt me?

97. Remember when you said I was the best thing that ever happened to you?

98. Remember when you said everything was a fucking lie?

99. Remember when u said u were sorry?

100. Remember when you broke me all over again?

[camillejeaneshphm]

Lady Georgia Coventry’s profile:

(tw for child death mentions)

BASIC INFO

Quote by Character: “Perhaps you’re jealous? While I cannot blame you, I suggest backing away. My bite is worse than my bark.”

Full Name: Lady Georgia Marianne Coventry

Nicknames: Georgie (though she hates it)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Lawful neutral

Species: Witch

Blood Status: Pureblood

Date of Birth: 4 July

Race/Ethnicity: White British

Nationality: British

Short Bio: A child of the lord of an unspecified dukedom, Georgia is used to getting her way. However, her intense loyalty and perseverance had her sorted into Hufflepuff.

Personality: Loyal, hard-headed, headstrong

Languages: English, French, German, Italian

Likes: Respect, learning new things, the gardens at her estate

Dislikes: Porridge, flying

Greatest Flaw: Pride

Greatest Strength: Loyalty

Place of Residency:

Her father’s estate (birth-death and/or marriage)

Hogwarts, Scotland (eleven-seventeen)

Future Career: Future duchess of her father’s estate

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Brown/Black

Skin Tone: Pale and freckled

Height: 5’4 by Y7

Weight: 57 kg

Physique: A bit stocky, all curves

Style Choice (what they like to wear): Whatever is fashionable at the moment, usually in very expensive materials

Accessories: Pearl necklace, sapphire earrings

Inventory: Wand, quill, hairpins

Scars: None, Georgia is a very spoiled and protected person.

Face Claim: Florence Pugh

Voice Claim/description of what they sound like: Florence Pugh

MAGIC

Wand Description/Picture:

Cherry, Dragon Heartstring, Twelve ¼ inches

[This very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power, most highly prized by the wizarding students of the school of Mahoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds any notion that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if teamed with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.]

Wand reaction when chosen: Lights in the room flickered

Boggart: A massive frog tries to eat her

Riddikulus Form: The frog pops like a balloon

Patronus: Snake

Patronus Memory: The gardens at home

Animagus: Golden Eagle

Amortentia (what they smell like): Gardenias, linen

Amortentia (What they smell): unknown (she’s open to romance !!)

Mirror of Erised: Her father, finally recognizing her as a worthy heir to the estate

Misc. Magical Abilities: Wandless magic, animagus

Favorite/Created Spells: Stupefy

SCHOOL LIFE

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: n/a

Organizations Joined: Duelling club

Apprenticeships: None

Professions: Author, basically a professional heiress

Best Subjects: Potions, Transfiguration

Worst Subjects: Flying

Favorite Teachers: N/A

Least Favorite Teachers: N/A

Class Proficiencies (OWL grade, n /10 or ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆):

Astronomy: EE

Charms: EE

DADA: O

Flying: D

Herbology: A

History of Magic: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Ancient Runes: EE

STATS

Power (magic): 8/10

Power (physical strength): 3/10

Intelligence: 9/10

Skill: 9.5/10

Teamwork: 8/10

Speed: 8/10

Defense: 6/10

RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY:

Father:

Duke William Coventry, a cousin of the royal family and lord of the fictional Duchy of Coventry. Distant, he spends most of his time in his office. Faceclaim: John Wayne

Mother:

Duchess Eleanora Coventry (neé Hastings), a woman with noble blood. Quiet and docile, she loves her children more than anything else. Faceclaim: Michelle Pfeiffer

Siblings:

Lord Oliver Coventry, Georgia’s younger brother. High-spirited and an excellent hunter, he’s full of life. Faceclaim: Dan Stevens

Grace Coventry (deceased)

Edmund Coventry (deceased): Grace and Edmund, the twins, died of tuberculosis at a young age.

Friends:

Closest In-Game Friends:

n/a

Closest MC friends:

Mildred Boysenberry (@ladyofsappho)

Primrose Gray (@endlessly-cursed)

Nilüfer Sultan (@endlessly-cursed)

Atticus Doherty (@hphmmatthewluther)

Stella Farrier Seabright (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Benji Gerhardt (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Lyle Astor (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Danny Gibson (@catohphm)

Albert Burke (@madelineorionswan)

Love interest:

Adam Ellis (@beloved-bucky)

Dorm mates:

Annette Mulloy (@ladyofsappho)

(three-six open spots!)

Rivals:

Annette Mulloy

Enemies:

n/a

Pets: Owl, named Farley.

[blueberrythemoth]

I posted 47,113 times in 2022

That's 32,867 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (0%)

47,045 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,541 of my posts in 2022

#fav - 302 posts

#cool art - 62 posts

#amphibia - 47 posts

#tangled the series - 43 posts

#deltarune chapter 2 - 43 posts

#spamton - 41 posts

#tangled - 39 posts

#encanto - 36 posts

#tts - 34 posts

#art - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the only week where i need to have my sleep schedule to be impeccable...... i f*ck it up by going to sleep at 6am on sunday ....... clown

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

What people think ace means:

What it actually means:

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#4

The madrigals & thr hogwarts houses:

(Some of these are unpopular opinions I have for thr houses)

Mirabel: hufflepuff

Abuela: slytherin

Bruno: ravenclaw

Felix: gryffindor

Lusia: gryffindor

Julieta: ravenclaw/hufflepuff

Pepa: slytherin/gryffindor

Isabella: ravenclaw

Agustin: hufflepuff

Camilo: slytherin

Antonio: hufflepuff

Dolores: ravenclaw/slytherin

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#3

Fnf Twlight Sparkle Concept Dusk till dawn analysis

(More just a ramble about how awesome I think this whole concept/mod is/some head cannons)

•I like the idea of pinkie being the only survivor if thr ever was an apocalypse in equestria due to her pinkie sense

•she knows that the cartoon virus isn’t actually twilight & her friends so that’s why she still is her cherry self

•Is wearing goggles/a scarf/bandages on her if the virus ever gets her she could use those on time to maybe escape

•uses her cherry self to show pibby & boyfriend that she’s safe

•moves in the same way as glitch/virus twlight to help not make the virus take over in the end of the mod

•says “awesome” when doing well from the smile song to the player breaking the fourth wall

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#2

Okay but like:

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My #1 post of 2022

On the positive side Hunter gets to join the bad end friends crossover

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[thechaosmuses]

name: Kailee but you can call me Marie or Kai as well- gender: Female, she/her pronouns star sign: Sagittarius (scorpio moon, gemini rising & capricorn venus) my time is: 4:57 height: 5'5 age: 23 wallpaper on phone: Currently it's a live Halloween wallpaper, the cover photo has a jack-o-lantern, a black cat, a jug of apple cider with an eyeball in it, and just other misc Halloween things with an orange moon and bats as the background and it says "Long Live Halloween" at the bottom- and then the live wallpaper is just edits of random Halloween movies I found on TikTok- house: Hufflepuff - though, and no one kill me, I haven't seen Harry Potter.. yet. ever crush on a teacher: Only one time and it was when we'd moved from Southern Ohio to Northern Ohio and I was almost 17 at the time but I had to take a freshman math class and the teacher was fine as hell- coolest Halloween costume: Probably the one my Uncle made me when I was a kid, it was a vampire costume that he handmade, he even styled a wig for me- favorite 90s show: FRIENDS, That 70s Show, Recess, The Nanny, Dragon Tales, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Bear In The Big Blue House, Rugrats, All Grown Up, Sabrina The Teenage Witch- I could go on honestly- last kiss: Oh shit uhhhh... I genuinely cannot remember lmao, it's been a while- have you ever been stood up: No but I also have gone on barely any dates so that's probably why- favorite pair of shoes: My combat boots have you ever been to Vegas?: No but I'd like to go someday favorite book: I really love the Missing Series by Margaret Peterson Haddix- stupidest thing you’ve ever done: How long have you got? Lmao- ummm- probably sleep with one of my brother's friends that I later found out had a girlfriend- wasn't my proudest moment- all time favorite shows: Teen Wolf, The Flash, Supergirl, DC Legends, Supernatural, TVDU (all three shows), Containment, Stranger Things, New Girl, Jonas & Jonas LA, Suite Life of Zack & Cody and On Deck, Hannah Montana, Wizards of Waverly Place, Lilo & Stitch: The Series- again I could go on- last movie you saw in theatres: Spiderman: No Way Home- I saw it for my birthday which was a few days before it came out and it was the best birthday present I could've ever asked for-

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Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it-

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I posted 3,070 times in 2022

That's 174 more posts than 2021!

379 posts created (12%)

2,691 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@weirdthoughtsandideas

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I tagged 2,508 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#violetta - 580 posts

#queue color para pintar - 247 posts

#soy luna - 191 posts

#hart of dixie - 137 posts

#franletta - 130 posts

#luty - 99 posts

#supergirl - 98 posts

#soy luna otra vez - 71 posts

#abbott elementary - 64 posts

#lmao - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i love how fran starts the season obsessed with tomas but grows and is like nah that guys nothing but i want vilu with me forever like ok 🥹

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

I was excited to get more Hartley x Amy content but I really wasn't expecting to be fed this well with the latest drop of episodes on Disney+ 👀

The Sunshine/Dark Cloud Halloween costumes:

Slytherin!Amy protecting her Hufflepuff!Hartley:

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57 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#3

I think what I like about León is that you’d think he’d give off happy pretty boy vibes but he’s really grumpy tired guy vibes bc he’s always so exasperated by his peers' chaotic energy. But at the same time he can’t help but be a part of it bc it’s his friends or Violetta so he’s like ughhh fine.

His dynamic with Fran is a perfect example of this:

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#2

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My #1 post of 2022

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