#ravenclaw post

[filmsbyun]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ── ⟢⸝⸝

Manacled Hands, Shared Sins || Choi Soobin

pairing: ravenclaw!soobin x slytherin! afab!reader genre: hogwarts au warnings: hogwarts college/uni au, characters are 20+, ??? to friends to ???, graphic description of injury, poor attempt at humor/crack (warnings are subject to change) [MDNI] smut warning: explicit sexual content (more to be added)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: June 28th, 2025

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒;

Being a Slytherin was never about villainy – it was about survival. So when you stumble across Choi Soobin, Ravenclaw’s golden Head Boy, accidentally ripping a hole through reality itself, you do what any sensible person would: you make it his problem.

Unfortunately, you’re also a witness to the ritual. Which means if this whole mess comes to light, you’re just as screwed as he is.

Now you're stuck with Soobin – irritatingly brilliant, maddeningly hot, and somehow even hotter when he’s panicking – hunting down a fear-eating creature loose in the castle, invisible to everyone except the two dumbasses who watched it crawl into existence.

In other words, you’re co-owners of a disaster against your will. Between Soobin’s fraying sanity, your rapidly dying patience, and a creature that smells fear like blood in the water, you’ll be lucky if you survive long enough to kill each other before it kills you both.

⊹₊⋆.☘︎ Yun's 💬

I am stoked to be able to write another HP au and it is all thanks to the anons who've been manifesting the HP collab! Truly happy to be working alongside all these extraordinary writers and be a part of this magical collab <33

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[ldrloversblog]

Shit post cause I’m bored

[syaolaurant]

Fighting alongside Amit be like

It's been a while so now I'm back to the "Fighting alongside" series (with Ominis, Seb and Poppy)

[ambitiouspotions]

MORNING LIGHT | PERCY WEASLEY

percy weasley is awake before the sun, but when you notice he’s no longer in bed, you pay him a visit in his study.

18+MDNI, percy x wife!reader, male receiving oral, post war (no angst mentions), percy & reader both of age

a quick blurb because i’m waiting on my new dictionary to arrive for my lalo salamanca stuff ): sorry to those who are waiting on that!!

you padded down the stairs after noticing the warmth from your side had diminished. after a bit of tossing and turning, you set after your husband. you knew percy’s location without having to search—his study.

it was illuminated by the fireplace, causing his body to cast a shadow against the wall as he worked. he hadn't noticed you when you entered, focused on his parchment and cuppa rather than the creak in the floorboard as you approached. it wasn't until your hands were resting on his tense shoulders and gently caressing his biceps that he began to acknowledge you.

the curtains were still open from the night before, the glow of the fire flickering against the glass window pane. his head was low only exaggerating more of his concentration as his quill scrawled across the page.

you dipped your head, resting your lips against his temple for a brief moment before kissing him. his eyebrows were furrowed because of the immersion in his work.

“you’re going to cause an early wrinkle,” you mumbled jokingly, sleep still dancing in your tone.

you smirked against his temple, dragging your lips down the side of his face and planting another kiss on the underside of his jawline. his head tilted up slightly as his hand adjusted the spectacles that were beginning to slip off his nose.

percy cleared his throat. “darling, i thought you were asleep—” he was a bit flustered upon your surprise and forward arrival.

you pulled back his desk chair, the wheels gliding against the rug with a soft squeak. you slid into the gap you had created, lifting his quill from his slender fingers and placing it back into its holder. you grabbed his lukewarm tea and placed it on the shelf next to his sturdy, wooden desk.

percy’s blue eyes dragged over your exposed shoulder and then to the supple skin of your rounded bottom as you bent over to safely relocate his parchment.

“i’m not interrupting, am i?” you questioned dumbly, closing the ink pot.

“actually, i-i was drafting a new proposal for my meeting next—” percy’s thoughts always seemed to follow him even in his slumber. this particular idea had him scrambling to his desk to expand it further on paper.

you dusted your hands, halfway crawling into his lap, one of your knees situated between his legs, and your lips lingering against his ear lobe.

“mm, sounds riveting,” you teased, nipping at his freckled skin.

percy’s once tense body seemed to relax now, although his fair skin was blushing. his hands were hovering over your waist, almost debating whether or not he should engage with you or gather himself.

his eyes flicked to the parchment then back to your tousled hair, dreamy eyes, and clear desire. he rubbed your hip lightly, the knitted jumper and the waistband of your most comfortable underwear being the only barrier.

“distracting, quite frankly,” he mumbled lifting the hem of your sweater with a gentle tug to bring you closer.

“what a shame,” you shrugged breathlessly as he pulled the material higher to expose your stomach. within seconds, the garment was resting on the floor; his new proposition now didn’t stand a chance compared to you.

percy swallowed, cupping the sides of your breasts as you leaned into his touch. his slender fingers gracing your soft skin with his gentle touch; the same touch that you fell in love with.

your fingers trailed from his cheek to his lap where your knee had his legs spread. his flannel pajama pants were tightening in the crotch as you palmed his semi-hard erection. he moved his shoulders back, digging into his padded chair with anticipation.

“it doesn't seem like much of a shame now,” percy admitted, placing his large hand over yours—not to stop you, but to adjust your positioning on his hardening cock.

you bit the inner tissue of your lip, batting your eyes as you climbed off the chair and dropped to your knees on the rug—the horribly patterned antique rug—gifted to you by fleur and bill upon moving into your home.

percy helped you remove his pants and briefs, immediately springing to life was his shaft which was dripping a bit of precum. your hands linger across the tops of his thighs to position yourself steadily on your knees. he held the end of his shirt just above his belly button, his midsection seemed comfortably full after his second cup of tea.

you spit into the palm of your hand, stroking the length of his cock while lubricating it enough for your mouth. you guided his stiff shaft into your mouth leaning in as much as you could to comfortably coat him in saliva.

you bobbed your head slowly, getting accustomed to his size and length, even after years together it took a moment to gather yourself. percy gripped the arm of his chair, his other hand slowly began brushing back the hair that was hanging in your face. he wasn't forcing your head or pushing the matter or even rushing you, but rather appreciating every movement made.

percy adjusted his round, tortoiseshell glasses again when he released a breathy sigh as your mouth enveloped more of his aroused member. he was focused on you with your flattened tounge working his tip and your hand at the base of his cock stroking him upwards.

you were killing him; every extra bit of shaft you were taking each second was almost unbearable. percy’s lips were parted as the spit that pooled at his balls was quickly massaged into his skin. you were leaving no room for error, merely doing good work in the art of oral pleasure.

you gradually sank further and further down his cock, a slurry of moans and sighs were not only evident from percy but from you as well. in your kneeling position you had made it possible to have the heel of your foot giving some stimulation to your soaking core—or as percy liked to say—“pretty little cunt.” he had the dirty mouth when it was necessary.

“darling,” percy rasped, clearing his throat. you were pulling away from his cock to breathe for a moment, a string of saliva followed. he held your face, massaging your sore jaw as you looked up at him— swollen, puffy lips and watery eyes. “you're taking me so well.”

you pulled away from his hand, looking at his cock. “i’m not done yet,” you mumbled, finding his length again, and choking it down. even with a bit of gagging, you managed to finally have worked yourself to meet your hand at his base.

percy seemed tense again, regathering your hair and sitting on edge as you perfectly positioned his member to the back of your throat. you were breathing heavily through your nose, crowded by your hand and his pubic hair, slightly wincing as it passed the threshold of comfort.

“darling, you…don't have…to keep—” percy paused every few words unable to process his thought fully. his cock was twitching, as your head bobbing continued, you knew he was on the edge, becoming a bit antsy as his orgasm grew closer. you were especially determined now.

percy leaned his head back, placing a tighter grip on the bundled shirt in his hand and keeping his gentle approach on your head. he had an overwhelming amount of self-control not to buck his hips into your mouth. he knew you could take care of him.

the back of your throat was squeezing him just right. your eyes widened, having to pull back some as you felt his twitching cock begin to spill. choking a bit as you tried to hurriedly swallow the thick, white cum. percy was panting, trying to help you pull back on his shaft.

steadily your head rose from his lap and his thumb was wiping the corners of your mouth. you were clearing your throat, the sides of your jaw feeling exhausted from the stretch. the sun began to rise, the dark sky lightening by the minute.

percy was praising you with gentle caresses, helping you off your reddened knees and kissing your temple.

“do you mind sitting on the desk?” he mumbled against your hairline, one hand now resting at the gusset of your wet panties.

[spotofimagines]

Dating George Weasley as a Ravenclaw would include...

A/N: This is the longest Would Include I've done, so long there's a read more! But I'm in a Weasley mood lately so here you go!

George Weasley x Ravenclaw reader

He sits and watches you study in the library every now and then.

Sometimes he just wants the company but is too tired to do anything but he doesn't want to interrupt you so he sits slumped in his chair, watching you write or holding your ink for you.

Other times, he will be scribbling doodles for a new sweet Fred wants to sell, heaps of parchment mixing with yours.

He always helps you put your books back when you're finished, traipsing behind you with heavy feet, but helping nonetheless.

You're the first person he comes to for help with pranks. He and Fred come up with the ideas, but you know whether the potion ingredients will work, how to say the spell properly and whether the creature they want to release in the Slytherin common room will destroy the whole school. They really would have been expelled by now if not for you.

You also helped them branch out their business by selling stuff in the Ravenclaw common room since they aren't allowed in there.

You become very popular amongst first-year troublemakers, and the small group of older Ravenclaws set up a space in the corner of the common room to buy the concoctions that will give them more time to finish their essays.

George makes sure none of his antics blow back on you. You work far too hard to have your post-school career knocked because you got too many detentions and failed your exams and he knows it.

Although you are on Filch's bad side for distracting him whilst the twins get their confiscated items from his office. And George's response to that? "Who isn't on his bad side?"

He absolutely rubs it in your face when Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw in a quidditch match, whether you really care or not, that's what he'll be spending an hour doing after he's won.

You have a running deal; you buy him a butterbeer for each match he wins and he buys you dinner each time he loses to Ravenclaw. So far George has had countless drinks. You are yet to have one meal.

He always gives you his things to wear; jumpers, hats, scarves, anything really.

But he will never, absolutely never, wear your Ravenclaw scarf; lord help him you'd think the thing was made of fire by the way he avoids it.

You don't know Oliver Wood very well, but he gave you one of the biggest scoldings you have ever received when George couldn't play a quidditch match because you'd been chasing him in the courtyard with your scarf and he fell over his own feet, landing weirdly on his elbow and hip.

After the stern lecture from Oliver and spending two days in the hospital wing with George and occasionally Fred, who found the whole ordeal hilarious, you didn't tease him with your Ravenclaw items again for a long time. He still avoids that scarf like the plague.

You're the only friend of the twins that Percy can tolerate.

Probably because when you visited The Burrow during Christmas breaks, you talked to him about his work and being head boy without ridiculing him. (And you smack George's arm when he makes rude jokes which Percy quite enjoys seeing).

George sits and listens to you rant when you need it.

He watches as you pace back and forth, words never stopping until you've gotten everything out. Then he just pulls you into a long tight hug before he tries to distract you from your problem.

About half of George's herbology work is written by you, and half his transfiguration work and probably half his care for magical creatures work too if he didn't manage to weasel Charlie into unknowingly writing him an essay every month in his letters.

George 100% tries making a million invisibility products and polyjuice potions to try and sneak into your common room at night, but Hogwarts is much too equipped to let him find success at it.

So you had to find a secret spot in the castle for your late-night rendezvous without teachers or prefects finding out.

At first, it was the girls' lavatories but Myrtle's snooping and laughter made it less than perfect. The ghost whispering in his ear halfway through a makeout session made George far too irritated to go there for a third time.

He leaves you little love notes all over the place, some telling you to keep smiling, some telling you a weird joke, some telling you how smoking you look (and now you definitely have to make sure no one can see these notes except you!).

When you have exams or projects due his love notes get more frequent since he knows you'll be stressed and seeing him less.

He always attempts to eat every meal with you in the great hall. This way you can catch up on what you've both been up to and how your classes have been while he makes sure you remember to take breaks from studying to eat properly.

If things get in the way (*cough* detention *cough*) he will take you out to The Three Broomsticks on the weekend, just the two of you, and maybe Fred, but he swears he told Fred not to come this time!

He told you about the marauders' map a day after finding it because he was certain there was something special about the spare roll of parchment in Filch's office they found under Fred's nose-biting teacups.

It was you nonchalantly guessing there's a spell keeping its contents secret before carrying on reading your book that gave him the best tool he could have wished for.

That's why you're the only other person who knows about the map. You've spent many hours sitting tucked into his side, munching on chocolate frogs and watching people walk around on the paper.

That's how you found out Fred and Angelina were dating but George's excitement to tease them about it more mischievously outweighed your want to learn the details from your friend.

Despite all of George's silliness and trouble, he might just be one of the smartest people you know outside of Ravenclaw.

Not that anyone else believes you when you say it, as his pranks are known to be foolish, but you've seen the way he and Fred create their products and plan their business throughout the years. No one else has the mix of academic and streets smarts to be that successful, you're sure of it.

[sparxyv]

i feel like ravenclaws are very chatty, especially when getting into something they're passionate about. 🗣️🗣️

[pettymaisie]

࣪ ִֶָ☾ You're just as sane as I am

[nottinmyheart]

"She just fell"

Theo Nott/Brothers bsf x Reader/Malfoy

Part Two-

Quite angsty ig but not from Theo!

Writers note: This is my first fic EVER, so please don't judge too harshly, but I'm also welcome to constructive criticism! I was thinking of making this a series, but I guess it depends if people like it or not. Tbh this was all really just for fun and my personal enjoyment!

Summary: You and Theo have been in love for years, but nothing has ever happened. After an incident where your twin brother (Draco) leaves you in tears, you are confused as to Theodores' feelings towards you.

As you stumbled over your own feet and felt yourself begin to collapse, a sudden pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist preventing you from falling. Looking up, your whole body froze as you got lost in his mesmerising mixture of blues and greens for eyes. Breaking you from your trance was his deep, luscious voice which you so badly wished you could listen to on repeat for the rest of your days, "Well this seems familiar." He chuckled. And yes, it did.

Back in 1st year, you had been put in the exact same situation where you were running through the halls, dreading being late to snapes lesson, when you suddenly, abruptly tripped over your own feet. Just to your luck, Theodore Nott had been standing there and observing when he noticed the inevitable before it had even sprung into action. He immediately caught you with ease and couldn't stop himself from admiring every feature on your stunned, gorgeous face. He was consumed by your beauty while you were in the same boat as you stared back at your saviour. You swore it was love at first sight, and little did you know he felt the exact same way. Before either of you could speak, you were interrupted by that bellow of an annoying voice, your older brother (by 10 minutes). "Oi, get your hands off her Nott!" "Huh?" He spun around in confusion and was met with a fairly irritated Draco. "Don't hold her like that." He froze for a second, but after registering his friends words let go of you. "Ugh, Draco, what do you want!" You voiced back clearly unimpressed by his antics. "Draco, is this your girlfriend or something, mate?" Theodore questioned, clearly confused by his demand. "EW!" Both you and draco screeched in unison, quite childish. "NO! She's my annoying baby sister, " he explained, clearly offended by Theodores' outrageous comment. "BABY?!? You are older than me by 10 MINUTES. Don't act like you are any wiser than me!" You retaliated upset by the fact you were referred to as 'baby sister'. "So you are twins?" Theodore stated as he grasped the concept of how he had just fallen head over heels for his best mates twin sister.

"Oi! Get your hands off her, Nott!" There it was, just like last time, of course your brother had to interfere. Theo stiffened slightly at the sound of dracos voice, knowing he had just lost the chance to talk to you. Again. But he didn't let go straight away, and neither did you. Draco was now right next to the two of you and practically ripped you away from Theos hold. "What are you fucking doing Y/N, don't act like a helpless slut in front of my friends!" His voice was filled with malice and the weight of his horrible words poured over you. The hurt that his statement had on you was clear as your eyes began to fill with tears. Theo didn't know if he should defend you or not but seeing how hurt you looked he couldn't just allow you to stand there alone. Not wanting to completely ruin his relationship with draco, he barely held himself back from lashing out on him right then and there. "Dude she just fell! There's no need to start calling her names." Theo clenched his teeth at his friends quick response "She didn't "just fall" Y/N is clearly seeking attention and she doesn't have to seek it from my mates!" You stood there completely shocked from the words coming out of your own brothers, your own twins, mouth. "I- I honestly didn't mean to!" Was all you could splutter out but Draco just looked at you unconvinced. "Yeah whatever, stop acting so pathetic and just fuck off." So you did. As quickly as you could, you ran away from that situation and straight to your safe place.

In the astronomy tower, you were fortunate that no lessons were currently going on as the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, in pieces, made you sick to your stomach. You knew Draco and you were recently growing apart. And he was occupied by girls and rarely talked to you, but you couldn't believe how he had just treated you, his own flesh and blood. He treated you as if you were some trashy pick me girl just trying to find someone to fuck. You weren't that, why did he treat you like that? More tears began to flow down your face in an ugly sob and you couldn't stop.

Your best friends (Pansy and Luna) soon realised you weren't in lesson and questioned Draco as to if you were okay. Seeing the guilty expression on Dracos' face, they both knew he had said something. Although you and Pansy were both in Slytherin, in second year you ran into Luna Lovegood who as peculiar as she was, soon became great friends with the two of you and ever since then, the three of you had been like sisters. Knowing where you were, they both excused themselves and were let go since they used the 'period excuse'.

You were sat on top of the astronomy tower, questioning yourself as to why he would talk to you like that. Maybe you were just attention seeking, I mean, you were deeply in love with his best friend, so you couldn't deny you did want Theodores' attention. But you didn't deliberately fall into Theodores' arms, I mean, you didn't even notice he was there! You were just trying to catch up to your friends after you told them to walk ahead while you spoke to the teacher. And why did Theodore not let go of you? And now that you thought back to it, he did kind of defend you, right? Okay, now you were sure you were delusional, and your confused thoughts only fueled the fountain falling down your face.

Theodore was worried sick about you as he noticed you didn't show up to the next class and he soon saw Pansy and Luna leave the class looking extremely stressed, most likely in search of their lost friend. He felt horrible for just letting you run off and not defending you, and the guilt was eating him alive. But he was also pissed. Pissed at Draco for saying such foul words to you. So when he got the opportunity in class to have a conversation with him, he did. "Dude why the fuck were you so horrible to Y/N. She just fell and I caught her." He whispered in a hushed, stern tone, Draco responded in the exact same way. "She needs to understand that she can't just act like that around my mates. I mean God forbid she actually trys to hook up with one of you." Theodore was beginning to get annoyed at Dracos absurdity again. "But you were fucking horrible. I mean did you see the way you left her!? Plus why is it so bad if she does get with any of your friends? It's not like it would affect you in anyway?" Draco was baffled at this point "You can't be serious? It would affect me in every way and I would never get away from her. She's so annoying and never shuts up, it's not like any of you lot would fancy her anyway." He dismissed the thought, "She's just being dramatic, I'm sure she's fine". Although rage was bubbling over in Theo's head, he left it at that reflecting on how Draco viewed him having a relationship with you would be like.

"I'm sure she's fine." No, you definitely weren't fine, not even in the slightest. As Pansy and Luna made their way up the steps to the astronomy tower, they could hear your desperate sobs and locked eyes with eachother before covering the last few steps, empathy filled each of their eyes and they knew something really bad must have been said as you rarely cry, let alone have a full on breakdown. As you heard steps coming towards you, you frantically spun your whole body around, filled with fear, but relief washed over you as you realised it was only your friends. They comforted you for a good long while, listening to you rant and question yourself. They reassured you and promised it wasn't your fault, which made you feel slightly better, but the question still stood, "Why did Theodore not let go?" Sure, it could easily have been shock, but the way he looked at you, almost as if he never wanted to let you go, made you highly doubt that theory. Before you could dwell on the situation any longer, dinner rolled around, and you had promised your friends that you would go with them (not before you cleaned up and made yourself look presentable first). You couldn't let Draco know how much he had gotten to you. And you couldn't let Theodore see you in this state, even if you didn't yet know how he felt towards you.

[myokk]

If Eloise were in a different house, she would be a Gryffindor🫶🫶🫶

She might not be a stereotypically brave and reckless Gryffindor, but she is brave in her own, quiet way. She’s led by her emotions and her heart no matter how hard she tries not to be, and is unwaveringly loyal. Sometimes these impulses can lead to decisions she might regret in the future thoufh. And finally, when Eloise lets someone in, they are a part of her life forever🥺

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

i think it was delightful thinking about how he'd interact with the quest (i brought him via AnyTimeCompanions mod. he does not say these, its just my own delulu)

Plus the hilarity of having just interacted with him as Prof. Black and he doesn't know jsangksdjgsd yet

pt 1 (you're here) / pt 2 / pt 3

[lilithofpenandbook]

It makes me SO MAD when people say "there are kind Slytherins 🥺🥺🥺" and show a picture of fucking SLUGHORN

Slughorn? You mean "oh I didn't think a muggleborn would be this talented" Slughorn?

Slughorn as in the Slughorn who told Tom Riddle, a child KNOWN for being a lil twisted, about HORCRUXES just to look good?

Slughorn who didn't even notice a fucking cult being formed in his own house???

People like to blame Dumbledore for the cult, but tell me why it's his fault and not the HEAD. OF. HOUSE? Dumbledore isn't an all powerful all seeing wizard! He's a human who happens to be intelligent and skilled at magic but NOT All Seeing! How is he gonna know Tom Riddle's forming a cult when one) he wasn't even HEADMASTER and two) SLUGHORN was Tom's head of house and should have been aware of it happening UNDER. HIS. NOSE?

Like, even in Snape's time, where the fuck was Horace Slughorn? Where was he when the Mauraders were abusing his own student? Where was he when Lucius and the others were grooming the younger children? Where was he when all of this was happening?

Yes, McGonagall should have disciplined her students. But Slughorn's under a greater responsibility to protect his. Yes, headmaster Dumbledore should have probably intervened in the cult forming. But Slughorn's under a greater responsibility to intervene and inform the headmaster.

For fuck's sake, he wasn't even a good teacher! How did a 16 year old child manage to correct all the incorrect potions in the book and not the FUCKING. TEACHER?!

Horace Slughorn is NOT a "kind Slytherin".

He's the worst one.

[morrowlegacy]

Greetings!

You can call me Jae! I’m a 20 year old Christian artist who loves Hogwarts Legacy!I got the game on my switch back in September and I absolutely adored it! I’ve been lurking around the community since then, until finally deciding to make a Tumblr blog so I could interact with everyone for real! This is a side blog so I will follow from my main: @bailey-jae-art (You can find out more about me, and the other fandoms I am in, on there!)

My main MC is named Meredydd Morrow, and she is the face of my this blog. Though, I have lots of other HL ocs too, who I will also be sharing here. I used the template made by @kiwiplaetzchen to give some basic information about her character below. In time, and through more art (possibly writing too), I want to share more of her story. I will say that I do ship her with Sebastian 👀

I can’t wait to share my art, writing, and thoughts with the fandom! I know there has been some drama surrounding this community lately, which is what inspired me to finally sum up the courage to make this blog! I hope this can be a safe space for me to talk about my original characters and help other people feel comfortable sharing theirs too.

Sending lots of love and encouragement your way! 💜

[theladyofshalott1989]

Happy Birthday, Damien! <3 <3 <3

It's also nearly been a year since I joined Tumblr. In fact, this is Damien's first Tumblr birthday! 🎉🎉🎉

Damien is my favorite OC that's ever sprung practically fully formed (!) from my mind ("I'm your only OC, mum..." "That's not true, and you know it." "Well, I'm the only one that matters." "Shush, the others might hear you!"). Suffice it to say, I don't think I will ever create a more unforgettable one ("That's right, I won't allow it." "I said shush!"). See what I mean? XD

Thank you to everyone who has grown to love Damien too. I would have never expected a year ago to find such a wonderful community that would accept him, the sassy but (mostly) sweet Sebastian lover that he is.

The quotes scattered over my sketches are some of my favorite lines of dialogue from my Like Moths to a Flame series, which is now nearing 300,000 words. Writing this series has consumed my life in the best possible way, and it continues to bring me joy, even over a year and a half later.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. An extra special cheers to my past, present, and future readers. I hope you know I may write for myself, but I also write for you, and I hope that my series touches you in some way, whatever, wherever, and whenever that may be.

Okay, I'm done yapping. Yes, Damien, I hear you. Happy birthday, you wonderful, maddening, dearest of OCs, you.

[loz-tearsofahomo]

i am begging people to start appreciating the trope of "friendly to everyone except you" because it is so untapped. Imagine. Character A is universally liked but just, hates character B's guts For No Reason other than pure annoyance. The tension is so thick for literally no reason. Absolutely underrated .

[ps-cactus]

MC and her lore - Introduction Post

I'd say she filled out this spreadsheet in the beginning of her sixth year, but her creator added a few notes, knowing some things about her past and future 🤭 (±900 words below).

✧ She knows nothing about her origin but wouldn’t even mention it unless you’re really, really close.

At the age of three, she was adopted by the Salters, a wealthy family living at Norfolk near the sea: Mr Salters (ship doctor) and Mrs Salters (a dressmaker). The couple already had two boys and longed for a third child for many years. After countless debates, Mrs Salters finally convinced her husband to adopt a girl. As someone who worked with colours a lot, Mrs Salters was captivated by the girl’s striking amber eyes and came up with the name Amberlyn ✨ And years later, not expecting this at all, Mrs Salters became pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter, to her and her husband's great joy.

✧ She is okay with people using her full name but prefers the short form.

✧ Her Patronus is now incorporeal. However, in the future, it will take the form of a seagull.

Some associations were: finding opportunities among obstacles, being quick-witted and flexible, and having a love for adventure and travel. Balance of independence with a connection to those around. Also, emotionally, Alyn’s deeply connected to the seaside and everything that comes with it, especially the birds she always loved to observe. Yes, she even likes their shrill screeches.

✧ She doesn’t have any pets now, but eventually, she will own a small owl named Titan (after Saturn’s largest moon).

Due to some unfortunate events (involving the Ministry using Veritaserum on her), she had to give away all the creatures from her vivariums. She still feels a deep sense of sorrow and guilt over it.

✧ She doodles when deep in thought, often sketching magical creatures and plants. However, portraits are disasters for her—she just can’t get them right.

Sometimes, during class, Ominis’ notes fall victim to her doodles of mandrakes, puffskeins, and other stuff. Though he’s asked her to stop, he’ll secretly keep those pieces of parchment forever.

✧ Dreams of life being back to normal asap and considers transforming that ominous shop in Hogsmeade into a charming café filled with coffee, sweets, and cute little trinkets. Even thinks of becoming an artist who can create magical pictures like the ones she admires at Hogwarts.

Sure, all of that could happen, but she might also end up teaching young wizards pre-Hogwarts: giving them a basic understanding of magic, plants, beasts, and some history (recalling how Professor Fig helped her, this would feel especially meaningful to her).

At the muggle boarding school she attended, they had lessons in music, sewing, and other common subjects, but her favourite was always art, of course. Also, she enjoys listening to instruments and even still remembers a few piano melodies, though she struggles to play full compositions, because of >attention issues< speaking of which…

✧ She loves Potions, though it's challenging to make ones that take a long time to brew—sure, she mastered a perfect Wiggenweld. She also enjoys Garreth’s experiments, especially when they don’t involve her stealing or drinking anything. And she absolutely adores Charms, believing they are the greatest art form in the magical world. ✧ Astronomy fascinates her because she never imagined so many wonders existed above in the sky. She loves charting the stars, and it's remarkably the only activity that keeps her fully engaged for hours without getting distracted. ✧ She hates Flying lessons but absolutely loves the thrill of speed flying over the Highlands. As for Aritmancy, well, >attention issues< and Divination-like vibes make it a nightmare for her.

She doesn’t hate History of Magic��it’s the perfect time for a midday nap. And having Ominis fall asleep beside her just makes it even better.

She's also good with some other healing potions and ointments, which were very helpful with her injuries after the battle with Ranrok. She still bears scars on her left hand, ribs, and leg, and her left hand is now slightly weakened, contributing to her newfound issues with spells and ancient magic (and other activities, such as her wish to ever try Quidditch or even play some music again).

✧ More Salters Family Details (the most important note—she hasn’t had any interactions with them since the end of her fifth year. She was barred from any contact with muggles while the investigation into her magic is still underway.) ✦ Home - a large "Foxglove house" on a hill with a beautiful garden next to it. A few staff members to look after the house and the children. ✦ Mom - a warm and kind relationship, but Mrs Salters was always passionate about and busy with her work and, later, with the youngest child as well. ✦ Father - a cold-to-distant relationship. He was rarely home after transitioning from hospital surgeon to ship doctor. It always seemed like he never fully got used to having a child that wasn’t his own. ✦ Arthur - 10 years older, really nice relationship. Alyn wishes she could have more of him in her life, but he moved out years ago. Alyn used to admire Sebastian for being such a great brother to Anne, as it reminded her of Arthur. ✦ Greg - 5 years older, and they've always hated each other, as his favourite thing to say to her is that she’s not really part of their family. ✦ Gwen - 7 years younger, and as the most spoiled child and mommy’s little princess, she’s an absolute nasty little gremlin.

p.s. a sad remark alert as her eyes colour on the pic is not a mistake:

After the end of her fifth year her eyes turned a deep, dark brown, and there were other changes in her appearance. Description from September 1891: "...the warm blonde that once shimmered like sunlight now appeared faded and muted. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a sick and lost reflection, a stark reminder of the damage the last year caused her. She wondered if she would ever truly recover."

... and that's it! THANK YOU for reading this far let me hug you and kiss you on the forehead I love you so much marry me

such a cool and fun template by @kiwiplaetzchen thank you!

[anomalyaly]

Sebastian: "You're nothing like Rookwood."

Elsie:

I made this as a joke based on a line from my recent chapter of Secrets. So uh. Have this I guess?

Inspired by a comment that @sloanesallow wrote