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Superbat commission

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ok. khoa is seven inches tall now i guess thanks gogle ai

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Introducing

MC: Alvaro Luis Marquez ! Proud Ravenclaw

only son of a long line of pure-bloods.

child of two aurors.

was thought to be a squib.

CHARACTER CHART + MOD INFO UNDER CUT

ABOUT MOD:

Hello Everyone! I’m like a million years late to this fandom but I finally started Hogwarts Legacy and fell in LOVEE with the MC. What started off as a self-insert eventually grew into an OC and child of mine. I’m planning to write for my MC and the other legacy characters as I progress through the game!

Follows, likes, and asks will be from my main blog: @itboyzhongli

Thanks for stoping by!! 💙

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Title: Smoky Velvets

Pairing: Hogwarts Legacy MC x Sophronia Franklin

Summary: Everyone had a theory about who the new fifth year was sweet on— especially the faculty. Perhaps it’s any one of that ragtag team that they always return to. Sebastian Sallow. Ominis Gaunt. Maybe even Amit Thakkar.

But when their Amortentia vial turns up inconclusive, a staff betting pool is thrown into chaos. Until a hallway collision, a third year Ravenclaw, and a trail of familiar scents soon unravel the truth.

It isn’t who they thought.

It never is.

Whispers echoed off the walls of the Great Hall. It was that time of year again— when Professor Sharp took it upon himself to blow off some steam with the innocent fifth years. The one day every year that made all the explosions, failed brews, and amateur mistakes worth it.

Amortentia.

Danger and addiction in a bottle— the strongest love potion known to wizarding kind. The perfect excuse to tease his students. And if he gained an extra few hundred galleons on the side in the faculty betting pool, well that’s just an added bonus.

This year, Sharp found himself out of luck when the mysterious new fifth year reported back nothing of substantial use for a win among the staff.

Notes of spice and sweetness— vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, faint lingering coconut. All too vague yet describes the essence of comfort and love. It could be anyone, or no one.

Perhaps the young student had no eyes set on the two young Slytherin boys, as Sharp and Professor Ronen had assumed. No mention of the worn leather scent that lingered to Mr. Sallow’s old books. No whisper of Mr. Gaunt’s ever-present sandalwood musk and seawater cologne. Not a single trace.

At least him and Professor Ronen would not be the only losers tonight, Sharp muses.

Professor Shah, who rarely indulged in such faculty diversions, would be greatly disappointed to find that her galleons placed on Mr. Thakkar would be lost. Star-gazing partners is what she claimed they were, a romantic endeavor for two fifth year students. Surely there would be the distinct dust of moonstone, or stardust. But no, there was nothing of the sort. Professor Sharp already has an inkling that this is the last time Professor Shah will ever let herself invest in such affairs.

It would seem that none of the professors were close to guessing the object of the fifth year’s affections. Not even the student’s dear Professor Fig, their closest mentor, who was also adamant that it would be Mr. Sallow.

It would have been amusing, all of it, if Sharp hadn’t been just as wrong.

So when he turned a corner and collided—literally—with a third-year Ravenclaw, it took a second too long to recognize what had hit him.

Sophronia Franklin. Apologetic. Mortified. Practically shrinking into herself.

Normally impatient, with very little tolerance for wasted time and bumbling students, Sharp did his best to hold his tongue. Because something kept him frozen in time. Something familiar.

A warm, dizzying wave of vanilla perfume overwhelmed his senses. It was common for students to apply way too much perfume to mask their sweat and despair.

Then came the second assault—cookies scattering across the floor, releasing cinnamon and nutmeg into the air. A sharp tickle caught in his throat and a cough was shared between the two of them.

Ms. Franklin’s face was scarlet beneath the castle’s dim lighting as she dropped to gather the mess. “My coquito cookies,” she muttered, embarrassed as she fumbled to salvage whatever was left of her treats.

Coquito. Of course. A drink Sharp hadn’t known until the new fifth year had once shared it after class, calling it a muggle tradition from the Caribbean—a taste of home, they’d said.

Why would Ms. Franklin have cookies inspired by the beverage?

Well, unless—

“Professor Sharp, is something burning in your classroom? It smells like pine wood,” Ms. Franklin remarks softly, drawing Sharp from his thoughts once again.

No. There can’t be. The classroom had been cleared out hours ago.

Only remains of the unused Amortentia lingered.

A moment of recognition. Then a chill traveled along Sharp’s spine.

There was only one student at Hogwarts who consistently carried the scent of open campfires and pine—the kind of smoke that clung no matter how much they scrubbed, how deeply they perfumed with bourbon tobacco oil.

The Hero of Hogwarts, who Ms. Franklin and many others of the student body, deeply admired.

Sweet vanilla and smoky woods— together creating a scent profile with undertones of cinnamon and bourbon.

A genius mixture. So much so that Sharp almost regretted the fact that he did not think of it first. An explanation for the lack of answers provided by the Amortentia.

Sharp stared after Sophronia as she hurried off, arms full of broken cookies, head bowed in embarrassment.

None of the professors could have predicted it.

Not even him.

However, it all was startlingly clear now to him.

Sharp has seen too many students fall for intensity— young drama and flare dressed as passion. This, though, was gentler. Not built from stories of the Forbidden Forest and Ashwinder camps, but from shared trivia nights in the library and an affection for coconut based sweets.

If anyone had earned a quiet kind of love, it was the student who bore the weight of a hero. And if anyone could offer it, it was the girl who kept her nose in the books with a stash of cookies on hand.

Perhaps they were too young to understand it now, the shape of what was budding between them. But there was something unmistakable in the story told by the vial of Amortentia.

Sharp, through his skepticism and indifference, found that he didn’t mind the thought.

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“ Moon and Sun ” the doodle of World’s Finest!

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sudden drawing of Pippin and Sharp they're buddies

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#30

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Official Artwork of Paldea's Elite Four

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/casually puts my two fav pokemon sv ships into one drawing

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Gym Leader Larry transmasculine icons — requested by an anon

Free to use, but credit is appreciated

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#16

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温泉でのんびりエンジョイしてるといい☺

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Here's the image from the Elite Four audio drama posted by the Anipoke on Twitter!

Original post: https://x.com/anipoke_PR/status/1837076740947984391?t=81BZZxojp4wzyA7NRbK9mw&s=35

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i'm not immune to whatever effect Larry has on people <3

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Aesthetics: Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

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Holidays: Halloween (Jack-o-lanterns)

This is Halloween, everybody scream

Won’t you please make way for a very special guy

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin Patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now

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