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Follow the path ✨

Drawing for the MC collab on twitter

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Corvus Howell, joining the HL MCs drawing collab event. Find him in Group H on July 10th!

https://twitter.com/SuSSyy_SuShii/status/1665897980128546821?s=20

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Alias: Ophiuchus Hallow Occupation: Curse Breaker

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“Morning Corvus. Enjoy yourself yesterday?”

He leans in near the base of the boy’s neck and inhales deeply, letting Corvus’ scent of ash and copper paint his mind with black and red tendrils.

Holden moves back and looks down with a grin. “Nevermind, I already know the answer.”

Holden Albury x Corvus Howell

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Pestis Incendium - the Fiendfyre Curse

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D&D AU - Tiefling Corvus

Blood of Asmodeus

Age: 27 / Height: 6’ (183cm)

Occupation: Weapon Artificer/Arcana/Potions

Side Hustle: Mercenary/Assassin

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~Astronomy Tower~

As the sun dipped below the distant mountain peaks, casting the world into the comforting embrace of the moonless night, a vast expanse of stars began their celestial dance across the endless sky. In this quiet moment, Corvus found himself once again alone in the Astronomy Tower, seeking solace in its elevated vantage point. Leaning against the railings, he felt the gentle caress of the wind, as if nature itself sought to console his troubled soul, tears streaming down his face, unchecked and unabated.

Only moments ago, Corvus had met with Holden, their encounter prompted by a letter he had sent to arrange a discussion about the courtship gifts he had bestowed upon the Ravenclaw. Uncertainty pervaded his mind as he contemplated what lay ahead, their previous interactions hinting at the possibility of a deeper connection. However, the conversation that had ensued had left his chest constricted with despair and anguish. Foolishly, he had allowed himself to believe, to hope that there might be a chance for them to be together. The knowledge that Holden would be leaving Hogwarts, completing his final year elsewhere, only intensified the anguish.

It was strange, the inexplicable hold Holden had over him, an infatuation that had blossomed into an all-consuming obsession. The predatory opal eyes haunted his thoughts, stirring within him a potent mix of fear and exhilaration. Despite their brief encounters, Corvus had felt an unspoken safety and a profound sense of being desired in Holden's presence. With him, he had believed he could shed the burdens that weighed him down and simply be himself. He had dared to hope, and perhaps that was his undoing. He should have been more skeptical of the Seer's words. Deep down, he had known this outcome would leave him shattered and alone, that disappointment and solitude would be his only companions.

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Deathday Party Room - Waltz

Holden Albury x Corvus Howell

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I ship our OC’s so hard it makes me cry.

Morning Scene and Moonlit Scene -Holden Albury x Corvus Howell

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~Vulturis Astor Gaunt - RP Intro~

In the depths of the Hall of Prophecy, the silence was shattered by the steady tap of heels against cold black marble floor. A figure strode with purpose down towering shelves lined with crystal orbs, each containing a prophecy. The chamber was shrouded in darkness, save for the dim light of blue-flame candles that flickered along the black walls.

His eyes, a piercing blue-gray, scanned across the shelves, looking for something specific. The cold flames of the candles reflected in his eyes, lending him an ethereal air. He had almost reached the end of the aisle when he saw it - a faint glow, beckoning him to come closer.

With long strides, he made his way towards the source of the light, his eyes fixed on the glowing orb that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was warm to the touch, and as he lifted it up, he heard a voice - the voice of the Seer's recorded prophecy.

"A raven, out of place and time," the voice whispered. As he listened intently to the glass orb, his attention was caught by the mention of a raven. "The other half, once part of a pair. Their hearts heavy with the weight of loss, despaired for a sister, gone to death's snare. The stone of death, they seek to find, to bring back the loved ones left behind."

The figure's eyes narrowed as he listened, his mind racing with possibilities. The stone of death - could it be? His attention remained fixated as the Seer continued.

"But neither ghost nor truly flesh, could turn back time, and undo death's mesh." A small smirk twisted the figure's lips. He knew what the Seer did not - for the item they sought was indeed the Resurrection Stone.

"The true healing lay in those they'd find in the present, not the past left behind. For the power of love, so strong and true, could bring hope and light, to see them through."

His eyes gleamed in the orb's glow as he smiled sinisterly. "I finally found you, Corvus," Triumph laced his voice as he chuckled darkly. It seemed that he had been searching for this particular prophecy for a long time, and now that he had found it, he was one step closer to reclaiming his prized possession.

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Vulturis Astor Gaunt 1847 November 21 6′4″ | 193cm Ministry of Magic - Department of Mysteries: Unspeakable

Siblings: Noctua Gaunt - Deceased Corvinus Ophidian Gaunt - Status Unknown

Descendants: Marvolo Gaunt - Firstborn Son Ominis Gaunt - Son Lucia Gaunt - Daughter

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I may have been a little obsessed with men in corset vest…

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On my knees…I AM ON MY KNEES

I made a second OC hahaha, meet Holden Albury. He's pretty much the complete opposite of my other OC Emery.

Holden is an older pureblood 7th year Ravenclaw. His specialty is non verbal/wandless binding spells and his favorite class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He likes taxidermy (particularly insects), and pressing flowers. He has a form of synesthesia where smells and tastes let him have brief visions of someone's memories. Holden is fairly aloof, calculating, and manipulative. When he's thinking or waiting, he likes to conjure a rope around his arm & hand to fidget with. Emery and him have a bit of history with one another, still figuring it all out though for our rp's in the discord server. ☺️

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With shrouded eyes you shall witness your judgement, just as the blind justice gazes at her scales.

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Corvus Howell, né Gaunt

Birthday: 1854 April 27

Blood Status: Pure-Blood

House: Slytherin

Lore:

Born in 1854, Corvus spent most of his childhood in Gaunt Manor. At eight, he was deemed a squib, incapable of possessing magic. In the eyes of pure blood society, this was a smear to their bloodline. Since then, he endured constant emotional and physical mistreatments from his parents and older brother. The only family member who refused to partake was his little sister, Noctua, who instead would try to heal him when she could without getting caught.

On days when their parents were absent, Corvus would find himself strolling through the dark forests surrounding the manor. Finding comfort in stillness and peace of the forest.

When he was eleven, while his parents and older brother were attending yet another pureblood event, he went on what could be his last stroll through the dark forest. It was the last possible day for him to receive his Hogwarts Letter. He had hoped that with the letter, he could finally escape the mistreatment and be accepted within the family. But without the letter, he knew that pain and death would be awaiting for him upon his return to the manor.

With no chances of escape, he accepts his fate and trudges back to the manor. On his trek, he stumbles upon a mysterious glowing containment with a strange symbol carved in the center. Before he could investigate further, he hears his parents yelling for him in the distance and pockets the container.

As he emerges from the forest, he was immediately hit with the Cruciatus Curse. Years of enduring the Cruciatus has caused his nerves to be hypersensitive. Each session worse than the last. He lets out a blood curdling scream as he felt every nerve boil with excruciating pain. Their father screaming curses at him before casting Depulso, sending Corvus flying back a few feet before colliding into a nearby tree. The impact causing the mysterious containment to slip out of his pocket.

He watches as the container rolls by his hand, its glow glistening as his vision start to blur. Hearing his brother cast an unfamiliar curse, he grabs the container on instinct and braces himself in a fetal position. The curse hits the container causing a magical explosion. The backlash of dark magic and ancient magic burned into him arms, left torso and face before he felt the pull of the portkey.

Unable to hold onto the container, it slips out of his grasp and with a loud CRACK he plunges to the ground below. He was found by Eduardus Howell and learned that he was transported to the year 1886. Unfamiliar with the timeline and having nowhere else to go, he was taken in and later adopted by Eduardus.

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@caius-knight-hufflepuff Your precious boy~

<It’s been years since I’ve picked up a pencil, but DAMN ARE THESE BOYS HOT>