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Crying my eyes out

After Abe started dating Nia, he stopped dying his hair. She had shown him that forgiveness can mean more than one thing and he could let his anger in his heart heal.

After finding self love, there was no longer the need to change his appearance to distract himself from the face he shared with his twin sister.

Nia helped him like when no one else could.

And now they have lots of kids in their future❤️

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Today is Addy and Abe’s birthday! How exciting it is to go back to school on your birthday 🥳

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SET 2

A big thank you to all you giving me a chance to draw your wonderful MCs 🥰

@libellule-ao3 , @roses-fromtears1, @bassicallymaestra , @kaidynsarell , @harrietlancaster , and @eternalremorse

Onto the next set! 💚

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I need to make a whole page dedicated to each of my MCs. I have 16.

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@myokk's Eloise and Serena 💖

I found these really cute dresses (flower strawberry) and I had to draw them wearing them!

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This was so cute! 😭

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

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Collision of Hearts

Hogwarts Legacy MC x Hogwarts Legacy MC

OC x OC

(1913 Wordcount)

Fluff (tiny bit of angst if you squint)

Ambrose Nightshade X Roary Goldneye

It was a chilly autumn morning at the beginning of the term in 6th year. Two young friends were making their way down the long hallway, trying their best to quickly but also efficiently reach their potions class. Roary Goldneye, a cheerful and kind-hearted Hufflepuff with a sunny disposition and radiant smile that was well-known to her fellow housemates was now almost running as she clutched a stack of books against her chest with one arm and the other was being pulled by her Slytherin best friend Antonia. 

“Come on Roary, we can’t be late again! Professor Sharp may have given us a pass last time but he said next time it happens, we are on cauldron scrubbing duty. Vamos!” Antonia said while pulling along Roary by the sleeves of her robe. 

“I promise Antonia, I’m trying my best. It’s just so early, and not all of us have quidditch practice to give us that extra energy boost.” Roary huffed but still smiled as she was glad she had someone to really get her out of bed in the morning. 

“Oh I know Roro, but you could always try out for the Hufflepuff team if you wanted. I could even get James to put in a good word for you.” Antonia smiled while slowing down their pace just a little bit, to let Roary catch her breath. 

“You know I would, but I value my free time.” Roary teased, pushing up her glasses that were falling down her nose.

 “And you are saying I don’t?” Antonia said back in an equally teasing, but almost challenging tone. Letting go of Roary’s sleeve as she tried her best to smooth out her curly mane. Antonia often times wished she had the smooth silkiness of her dear friend's golden locks.

Rounding the corner at break-neck speed was someone who was hot on the tail of the small Slytherin. Ambrose Nightshade, a Ravenclaw with striking purple eyes and a reputation as a heartless flirt was on a mission of his own. He had been seeking Antonia Flamel, a captivating Slytherin girl who had captured his attention. Ambrose's sister, Aria Nightshade, had warned him about his reckless ways with girls, but his curiosity and charm often got the best of him. In his fervent pursuit of Antonia, Ambrose failed to notice the sweet Hufflepuff Roary. 

The collision was sudden and unexpected. Books and parchment flew in all directions as Ambrose tumbled forward, landing right on top of Roary. Time seemed to freeze as their eyes met. Roary's big baby blue eyes gazed up into Ambrose's purple ones, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away. It was as if they were the only two people in the castle, and an unspoken connection sparked between them. 

Roary's heart fluttered as she saw a glimpse of something genuine and warm in Ambrose's eyes. When Ambrose first fell on top of Roary in that Hogwarts hallway, his initial feelings were a whirlwind of confusion and surprise. His heart hammered within his chest, and it was a sensation with which he was not at all well acquainted. It was as if a storm had erupted inside him, tossing aside the calm and calculated exterior he had carefully constructed over the years.

Roary, with her pure, innocent, and sweet appearance, seemed to materialize out of thin air, and Ambrose couldn't fathom how he had not noticed her before. Her beauty was like a revelation to him, with her face radiating a genuine kindness that he had rarely encountered. Her adorable freckles, blue eyes as wide as the sky, and as deep as the ocean, along with her golden hair cascading around her, painted a portrait of an angel that had fallen from the sky.

At that moment, as he gazed into her eyes, Ambrose realized that Roary had the power to unravel the carefully crafted persona he had maintained for so long. He had always prided himself on being in control of his feelings, a master of charm and allure. But around Roary, he felt a loss of control, a vulnerability he had never experienced.

The clash between his desire to maintain his old self and the overwhelming emotions Roary stirred within him left him torn. He needed to escape from her presence, from the feelings that threatened to consume him. He didn't want to change; he had built his reputation as the "ice prince" for a reason.

On the opposite end, When Ambrose fell on top of Roary in that unexpected encounter in the Hogwarts hallway, Roary's world seemed to come to a halt. Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat as she found herself face-to-face with the enigmatic Ravenclaw.

Roary, an innocent and virginal girl with no prior relationship experience, had never felt anything like this before. It was as if a tidal wave of emotions had crashed over her, overwhelming her senses. Her mind went blank as she stared into Ambrose's striking purple eyes, which seemed to hold a universe of secrets.

His soft lavender hair, skin nearly as white as snow, and the beauty marks near his lips were all details that etched themselves into Roary's memory at that moment. His features were undeniably beautiful, and Roary couldn't help but think that they begged to be explored and appreciated.

As Ambrose lay on top of her, time seemed to stretch infinitely, and Roary felt a curious mixture of vulnerability and intrigue. She was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers, the warmth of his presence, and the feeling of his breath against her skin. It was a sensation she had never experienced, and it left her feeling both flustered and strangely elated.

Roary's own blue eyes, wide and filled with wonder, locked with Ambrose's as their gazes met. At that moment, all the innocence and purity that defined Roary's character seemed to converge with the mystery and allure of Ambrose. She felt a strange pull, an inexplicable connection that defied her lack of prior relationship experience.

In the midst of that collision, Roary's heart whispered a truth she couldn't deny: there was something about Ambrose that fascinated her beyond words. It was as if fate had thrown them together to unravel a story neither of them had expected. As her thoughts raced and her heart beat faster, Roary couldn't help but wonder what this unexpected encounter would mean for her, for Ambrose, and for the intricate dance of emotions that had begun to unfold.

The stunned third party finally took their chance to act. When Antonia pulled Ambrose off of Roary in that unexpected hallway encounter, she acted swiftly to ensure her best friend's well-being. As Antonia helped Ambrose to his feet, she cast a concerned glance at Roary as she also raised her from the ground, who appeared slightly dazed from the collision. As Roary started to look around on the ground for her glasses, Antonia took her chance and spoke with a calm and firm tone, addressing Ambrose directly but keeping Roary in mind.

"Ambrose," Antonia began, "I need to talk to you for a moment." Her tone was serious, reflecting her worry for Roary's sake. Although she did not know what truly had just transpired at that moment, she felt a shift in the air. Something was happening, she didn’t know what, she just needed to make sure of one thing, that Roary was not going to be bothered by someone she considered not worthy of her attention. 

Ambrose, still slightly disoriented from the collision and the abrupt interruption, looked at Antonia with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's going on, Antonia?"

Roary, her blue eyes wide and her freckled face flushed, remained quiet, not wanting to interject in the conversation between her best friend and Ambrose. Antonia grabbed Ambrose by his sleeve and pulled him around the corner to confront him directly.

Initially, a smirk began to arise on Ambrose’s face as he was probably going to say something less than desirable. Antonia continued, concern evident in her golden eyes. "Ambrose, I have clearly been avoiding you, I know you about your… reputation, and it was from quite a reputable source."

Ambrose's expression shifted, his guard momentarily rising as he realized the seriousness of the situation. "I see. But what does that mean exactly?"

Antonia paused. “I’m not entirely sure, first you are pursuing me, endlessly. Now you accost my friend in the hallway, nearly injuring her. I don’t understand what just happened. But I felt something. Something different, something off.” 

Ambrose's purple eyes softened as he turned to look at Roary, who was still standing nearby and peeking around the corner. He stopped staring at the visible angel in front of him and tried his best to focus on the person in front of him, he could see the concern in Antonia's eyes and the care she had for her friend.

“I understand that Antonia, but what are you trying to say here?” he said, worry rising in his tone. Something was falling into the pit of his stomach.

Antonia sighed, her eyes hardening as she locked his gaze to hers. “Roary is my friend, my dearest, sweetest friend. I am going to need you to stay away from her. I don’t want her getting caught up in a situation that could hurt her. If there is anything I could do to prevent it, I will.” her tone was firm, and most of all, final.

Ambrose’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart began racing again for the second time today. This one was from pure devastation and anxiety. But there was something around Antonia that really told him he had no ability to challenge her words, much less question them. Maybe it was the shift in the air or the fact that her hair appeared to spark and her eyes glow. Either way, he knew there was no way around this situation… for now.

“Ambrose?”, Antonia asked, pulling him out of his anxiety-induced stupor.

Ambrose let out a long breath he had no idea that he was holding, he held up his hand to her as in a solemn promise and promptly said “Say no more, you have my word.” Behind his back though, a childish notion, his fingers were crossed. 

Antonia too let out a breath and smiled a wide, toothy smile. The sweetness was intense, you would have never known that she could shift the air of a room to a truly intimidating one. “I’m glad we understand each other Mr. Nightshade, I’ll be keeping my eye on you from now on,” she said. 

“Oh, I’m truly flattered,” Ambrose smirked while returning to his initial persona.

“Welllll, me and Roary gotta get to class now. Hopefully, we won’t run into each other like that again.” Antonia turned away from him finally, returning to Roary knowing that they wasted enough time on this and they most surely would have cauldron duty later that night.

With that, the conversation concluded, and Antonia and Roary continued on their way to their potions class, leaving Ambrose behind. Antonia took Roary’s hand, and not waiting for a beat, Roary and Ambrose both spared a glance behind them, locking eyes once again. Something unspoken had passed between them. The interaction in the hallway left an indelible mark on everyone that day.

No one could guess what was going to happen between this group of friends in the weeks following.

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Source: This

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Am I… back? Did something finally strike as inspiration for me again but not for the main story I was writing? Mayhaps

Is it still something HP related? Potentially….

That’s a yes. Genuinely yes.

Hogwarts Legacy, oh how you have my heart.

Did I ever think anyone else could ever make me fall in love again like the marauders? Nope.

But now with these Slytherin boys, Ominis and Sebastian, my heart has been set ablaze.

More writing to come, hopefully.

For now I let my thoughts brew.

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I HAVE INSPIRATION BUT NOWHERE TO PUT IT AND I AM STRUGGLINNGGGGGGGG

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I do plan on having this story have a bit more towards darker themes, I want to truly cultivate it. I understand it profoundly but writing it is a whole other story. I want this story to be long and hard fought. I have so many writers I admire.

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Chapter 1: Frosty Morning View

wordcount: 1170

pairings: marauders x oc, oc x oc

Prologue

fw: first official chapter of my little passion project, as much as I want this to be substantially drawn out, I need to figure out how to lengthen my stories. I want to continually become a better writer.

Peeking out from my large and rather thick, warm blue and bronze covers that I had wholly enveloped around me like a cocoon, I was able to see a view unlike any other. Down below the view from our dormitory tower was almost the entire view of the school. Although the window was covered in frost, you could still see the snow-covered school grounds and the frozen black lake. The quidditch pitch that was ordinarily full of players flying on their brooms for early morning practice, but now most likely cancelled due to the extreme cold, now sits empty; the hoops and stands covered in a heavy white blanket of snow, which I so sure, was intensely frosted underneath as well. Beyond all of that, I could see the vast mountains, always peaked in snow but somehow even more so since this harsh winter hit. I stared at this heavenly view for quite a while before I was absolutely sure I had to get up and get ready for the classes and my day ahead. I usually like waiting until all the girls have left the room, but maybe since everyone is still in such a deep sleep, I can get ready before the rest of them wake and explore the grounds alone for just a little.

Layering up underneath my robes was the only option in weather like this; luckily, I still had the charmed, warming scarf and mittens that mum had made in anticipation of this harsh winter. Mum always seemed to know what weather and big storms were going to be during the year before anything even hit. Me being one step ahead of the game because of that, made me truly thankful for her. With a silencing charm to envelop me, I carefully dressed, wrapped my scarf around my neck, put my wand into my pocket, slid on my mittens, grabbed my bag with all my books, and headed carefully down the girl’s dormitory stairs. Walking into the common room, I see that it’s completely empty, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The fewer people I have to deal with today, the better. The common room was an expansive, circular room with arched windows that were hung with blue and bronze silks and walls adorned with the moving portraits of famous Ravenclaws of the past, below was a midnight blue carpet covered in stars that twinkled like the night sky, which in turn was reflected on the domed ceiling which was a perfect replica of the ever-changing night sky. Almost everything in here seemed to glitter as if it were alive. Furnished fully with bookcases full of things to challenge our mind and keep our wit sharp, tables and chairs surely only for studying comfortably, and finally, a looming white marble statue of the founder of our house; Rowena Ravenclaw herself. Most people regarded her as the wisest of all the founders, which I am absolutely sure was true, but when I see the statue, I think of her as a wise and fair figure that I could always speak to whenever I had no one else to confide in; which was the state I was always in. “Is it safe to go out today?”, I asked in a voice just slightly above a whisper. Of course, nothing was said in reply, but I did feel a little uneasy.

I shoved off the feeling and pressed my hand to the cold marble, internally thanking her for being one of the four people who created this sacred and beautiful space I have called my home for the past four years. Stepping towards my exit, resting my hand on the tall oak door, I began to push it open, feeling a rather large gust of air as I saw the long spiral stairs below me. I started making my trek down the five flights of the spiral staircase that led to the very top of Ravenclaw tower. One thing I loved about my house was the fact that the winding stairs to our dormitory did not move and change around, in contrast to most of the staircases in this school.

Now on the first floor, I had to try my best to sneak past Filch’s office. Most of the time I got by without being noticed, but in the rare cases that Peeves could be around, I didn’t want him to alert the caretaker of my existence. Another breath of courage and I walked quickly past the office, and classrooms, past the stairs that lead to the north tower and headed to the northeast courtyard. Looking around at the snow-covered ground, soft crunches as I go towards the little frozen fountain, I see a flash of emerald whip around the courtyard's giant archways, and my heart drops a little. Please. Not now. The angel with a devilish grin, clad in emerald and silver; with his long strides and ebony robes billowing behind him makes his way towards where I am standing, stunned, and frozen; just like the statues at the centre of the frozen little fountain. "Flamel! My dear dear little friend, how absolutely wonderful it is for me to catch you at a time like this,” he says with a tone so sweet, that it makes you want to empty anything you had left in your stomach. Luckily, I had not eaten breakfast yet. His green eyes, much like a snake, were trained on me intensely; in a second they went from being clear and open to narrowed and dark, matching the forest that none dared venture farther into. His mouth slid into a sneer as he continued to speak, “I said, how absolutely wonderful, it is for me to catch you at a time like this. Aren’t you going to ask me why it’s so absolutely wonderful?”

No.

A lump formed in my throat, my tongue felt like it was filling my whole mouth. I knew I needed to speak, to say something, anything.

“Why is it', S-so wonderful, Corvus?” I stuttered, cringing at myself internally for letting my voice waver in front of him, again. I thought I was past this. “Didn’t I tell you to never, ever refer to me by my first name? That’s reserved for only the highest caliber of blood in this school and I know for a fact, that you are not- you know what, never mind that. Waste of my breath to keep mentioning to someone who’s clearly so thick in the brain as to not understand something as simple as that.” he scoffed. “Starting at my original point, little witch, it is so absolutely wonderful for me to come across you at a time like this, for me though, not for you at all I suppose.” he says softer, hands running through his raven locks as he tilts his head to the side and eyes close just slightly, as he opens them again, they stay firmly trained on me “I have come to you with a proposition.”

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About Me ღ

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Hi there! My name is Nia, I am a 24 years old full-time college student with a major in Elementary Education. I absolutely adore children and can not wait to become a proper educator.

I started writing back in middle school which for me was around 2012, and I stopped seriously writing around 2014, and only wrote for projects. I enjoyed writing poetry, fiction, and fan fiction. I haven't got back into a true groove for it yet, but this is a fun little side thing for me; I can't wait to see where it takes me. Writing again was also heavily inspired by Ava and her fic, Surrounded by the Moon and Stars. It's a truly beautiful read and I heavily recommend it.

☼ Libra

☾ Scorpio

⇞ Sagittarius

I do enjoy astrology, I think all little things have a place in life.

I am a multi-fandom person (Is superwholock still a thing?)

(Feel free to ask me any opinions on any fandom, my interests are vast)

Proud Ravenclaw with a secondary house of Gryffindor (at least that's what I recall)

I adore the Marauders, The Weasleys and Miss Luna Lovegood.

MCU? Loki, Bucky, Peter Parker, and most of the women have my heart and soul.

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I'm open to answering most questions. Just feel to ask ≧◉◡◉≦

But if you come in here trying to start some sh1t (ง︡'-'︠)ง prepare yourself.

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Althea: Healers Light (Prologue)

word count; 1033

pairings: marauders x oc, oc x oc

fw: this is an oc fic that was inspired by a humanities project and my love for the marauders. It does have plans to be long and drawn out, I prefer slow and well-deserved development, life doesn't always progress so quickly and I want that to be reflected in my writing. I haven't seriously written a fic since middle school and that was almost 7-8 years ago, I plan on seeing where this takes me as a side passion project.

Intro

Being an only child to world-renowned parents can be summed up in one word. Lonely.

The Flamel’s were highly well-known, but not much is known about them, which only heightens the population’s general intrigue. What was known is that Nicholas Flamel himself found the secret to immortality by experimenting with alchemy and his stone. He then shared his secret with his long-time love and wife, Perenelle. A truly lovely couple that never yearned nor wanted for anything other than each other. But as time went on and they continued to watch the world grow and age, they realized that they did want something more—a child.

They decided to have one child, and that child was me. Althea Flamel. They chose the name because it meant healing light, and for a while, enveloped in lonely darkness, they were yearning for something more. Upon deciding to have me, I became the wholesome, healing light in their lives. And once they had me, they returned to their normal life of wanting and yearning for nothing. For they finally had all they desired in life, they were complete.

But for me, as much as my loving parents gave me almost anything I could ever desire, they never wanted to have more than me. They also hid us away from most of society, so growing up was a different form of isolation and loneliness: no one my age, just wisened magical scientists by my side. But upon 11 years of age, I received a letter to attend a school for people like me, with people my age and I was elated. But my parents, on the other hand, were not.

It took some convincing from dad’s old friend Albus, the school’s headmaster, to allow me to attend. Strings pulled, emotions and opinions swayed, and I started my first year with all the hopes in the world. Now looking back, it was a foolish dream. Sure, I was finally surrounded by people my age, but they regarded me with nothing but scorn. Who knew having an illustrious background of my caliber would have caused most to just simply hate me. At least with my house members, they barely regarded or even acknowledged me; they did look at me like they wanted to know more as all Ravenclaws would, as is their natural curiosity, but it didn’t outweigh their general distrust of my being.

Why didn’t I tell my parents about my struggles? It was because I would prefer to be surrounded by people my age. Even if all that comes out of it is a general observation of relationships and developing none of my own, rather than being stuck in an unchanging house with no air to the outside world and its development.

If there is one thing, or rather, one person that would make me want to go back to my lone tower with my elderly parents, it would be Corvus. Corvus Nott. At first, I was generally intrigued by him, his background, and his beauty. This boy was a sculpture of the gods; you wouldn’t dare call him anything but beautiful with his raven black hair, olive skin, and green eyes. But between his elevated statuesque stature and his solid yet athletic build was a heart as black as his hair. In the eyes of everyone, Mr.Nott could do no wrong. Future heir to the House of Nott, a member of the sacred 28, which happened to be a group of the only completely pure-blooded families left in the wizarding world. There was also a general suspicion that his father Cantankerous Nott was the one who penned the book since there were supposedly a few families left out of the book that he disliked, even though they were just as pure as the rest. For years, Corvus seemed to keep an eye out for me, and me only. But keeping an eye out for me is not what you would call positive. Through and through, I could tell that he hated me; he hated me much more than anyone else in the school did. I knew why everyone did, but Corvus was especially pointed in his distaste. He is one who always gets what he wants, a pureblood and one of the richest at that; there is nothing out of range for him to achieve or gain. Except when it comes to me, see, Corvus and Cantankerous Nott firmly believe that I hold my parent’s secret to immortality. In their eyes, why would I not have that knowledge? I am their only descendant; it only makes sense. But what they don’t seem to understand is that my parents hid us away for a reason; they knew that people would want to steal their secret knowledge to immortality for themselves and would most definitely do something truly evil with it. Most of all, my parents did not want to give me what they would consider a burden. They wanted me to live a normal life. They wanted me to go to school, learn magic and gain boundless knowledge, grow up, start a family, and pass away in old age, as all people should.

The Nott’s could not fathom. I believe it was Corvus’s job to goad me into producing the knowledge; whatever way it could come about. As I said, Corvus was not used to not getting what he wanted, and things not going his way. The only thing he gained from me was his joy of making my life nothing short of hell; until I could potentially give them my family’s secret; (which once again, I don’t have) so they could pass it on to all the purebloods in the sacred 28. What better way to preserve pureblood wizardry than to be immortal? I was never going to be responsible for something so terrible, if I can continue to endure this pain and loneliness for three more years, all will be well. It will have all been worth it, and it will be over. I will finally be able to go into the adult world and start anew, maybe visit France, where my parents met. Perhaps I’ll start over there, and I can finally be free.