#Viktoria & Woods

[martysimone]

Viktoria & Woods | Delta Bustier • in power mesh + keyhole cut at the front + resin stone 

[fashionlandscapeblog]

viktoriaandwoods

[aefward]

[scintillulae]

[writerly-ramblings]

Books Read in September:

1). If I Survive You (Jonathan Escoffery)

2). The House of Doors (Tan Twan Eng)

3). Lifescapes: A Biographer’s Search for the Soul (Ann Wroe)

4). So Late in the Day (Claire Keegan)

5). Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert, trans. Lydia Davis)

6). Stay with Me (Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀)

7). A Spell of Good Things (Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀)

8). All the Little Bird-Hearts (Viktoria Lloyd-Barlow)

9). Prophet Song (Paul Lynch)

10). The Bee Sting (Paul Murray)

11). In Ascension (Martin MacInnes)

12). On Not Being Someone Else: Tales of Our Unled Lives (Andrew H. Miller)

13). The Wren, The Wren (Anne Enright)

14). The Nearest Thing to Life (James Wood)

15). The Fraud (Zadie Smith)

[cre4turex]

viktoria doodle

[moviesandmania]

ALL MUST DIE (2019) Norwegian slasher with new artwork, trailer and release date

ALL MUST DIE (2019) Norwegian slasher with new artwork, trailer and release date

All Must Die is a 2019 Norwegian slasher horror film about a bachelorette party in the woods that turns nasty when a mad axe killer turns up. Directed by Geir Greni from a screenplay co-written with Robert Næss. The Snurr Film production stars Viktoria Winge (They Came TV series; Cold Prey and its sequel), Julia Schacht, Veslemøy Mørkerid, Marte Sæteren, Tinashe Williamson and Linni…

[sunnsartbook]

“This feeling... the warmth... the energy... Is this the REAL you?”

―  Viktoria/Via (OC)

Paint it, RED

Via evolving her Bit-Beast Matari after it disappeared.

Story:

In her new Adventure, Via needed to learn how fight without an Bit-Beast. Not easy if all your enemies has one. Together with her new Blade called Nebi, she tries to search for the truth about her Mother in an Academy for Bladers. It didn't take to long for her to know that all of the beasts are manipulated. To find the truth, Via and her helping Hand breaks into an Archive. Not finding anything, she got angry and stomped to strong on the ground what makes it crash (Wood Floor). Both find an real Nightmare. A Laboratory that remind her of her past life in the Abbey. In fear that her Mother may have the same ambitions like Boris, her uncle, Via searched for an Exit. On their ways they find an old Data Chip, that had some informations about her past Bit-Beast also data about Matari itself. It contained The Bit-Beast itself. The Final version. Matari Evo

Full Outfit: Viktoria Outfit after Rising

Unevolved Bit-Beast: Matari

Titel Inspiration: The Rolling Stones - Paint It, Black

[descendantofthesparrow]

Midnight - Walter Deville x Reader - Oneshot

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The moon will sing a song for me; I loved you like the sun, Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me I shine only with the light you gave me

-

Walter sipped at his glass of blood wine, his gaze boredly scanning the crowd of his followers before landing on his two wives. They were conversing with their families, Lucy bright-eyed as usual while Viktoria almost looked bored; she was always bored when there was no bloodshed.

Walter huffed slightly, checking his watch. It was nearly midnight. Nearly that time. He finished off his drink and handed it off to a butler, walking over to his wives and bidding them goodnight. Lucy did the same with a bright smile, taking his arm and squeezing it lightly before she was pulled off to the dance floor as the jazz band began to play, while Viktoria just nodded.

Every year, Walter would always excuse himself early, on this very day, right before midnight; be it at a party or a simple dinner between the three (once four). To do what? Viktoria didn’t know, she was curious on what her husband of 500 years was doing but he was very closed off about-whatever he did.

But Walter took her nod as acceptance and turned, leaving the party with calculated steps, looking up to see the full moon, nearly gold in its shine as it rose higher in the sky. He checked his watch again. Five minutes. Just five minutes left.

As soon as he stepped into the manor, he practically broke into a sprint, not a soul seeing him as everyone, including the staff, was outside at the party. He rushed to his room, shoving open the dark wood door and locking it behind him as soon as it closed. Not a living being but him would be allowed in this room until the sun rose.

His shoulders dropped as he saw the first beam of moonlight ghosting across the floor of his room, slowly growing against the expanse of the floor. It’s cold and blueish-gold gleam calmed him. He checked his watch. Two minutes.

Walter took a deep shuddering breath, one a human might take when fearful, or anxious. He shed his black suit jacket, threw it on his bed, and walked over to his glass pane balcony doors. He rolled up his sleeves before he pushed away the curtains and opened the doors, letting the moonlight fully into the room, its gentle beams caressing his face.

One minute.

Walter turned his back, walking a few feet away from the balcony doors and sitting down in the direct moonlight, closing his eyes as he faced the rising moon. He took a deep breath, letting his head fall between his shoulders; waiting for midnight to arrive.

30 seconds.

His heart felt alive again, beating harshly against his chest in anticipation.

12 seconds.

His mouth felt so dry, his hands shaking; he had waited a long year for this day, just as he had the last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

5 seconds.

He had done this for nearly 1500 years, since before he became a creature of the night, an immortal being. And each year, it was the same thing.

Midnight.

The moonlight seemed to turn gold. Wind wisped into the room, soft footsteps suddenly walking towards him from the balcony. Walter kept his eyes closed, but his breathing picked up, his fingers twitching as the person got closer. Soft hands took his cheeks and he tilted into them, his chest falling in a long sigh.

“Hello, my dear” the person whispered, their voice like a breeze and the moon; their soft lips pressing against his forehead. “Right on time, just as always” they laughed gently, their thumbs pressing against the corners of Walter’s eyes. “look at me my love, please”

Walter fluttered his eyes open, tears burning at the corners as he looked upon the woman that stood before him, dressed in practically glowing folds of white and gold, a delicate moonstone diadem placed upon her forehead.

He whispered her name, like it was a prayer to the moon, its goddess.

You.

“(y/n),” he gasped quietly as you smiled and pressed your forehead to his, thumbs rubbing the curves of his cheeks. “you came.” You just giggled, that smile on your lips that he never wanted to leave, so full of fondness and love for him.

“Did you doubt I would? I haven’t missed a day in all these years” You said softly, finally sitting down with him; resting your head against his chest and holding him close, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing your exposed shoulder. “Less doubt, more, I still can’t believe you would visit me.” Walter muttered, closing his eyes again and resting his head on yours, breathing in your scent. It was hard to place-you used to smell like blackberries and a dark forest- now; you smelled like-at least closest to- the pull of the ocean and fog before the sun rose.

He didn’t mind it, but…he missed your scent, your old one. It reminded him of better days, when he was able to visit you every single day and night, and not have to wait for this one particular night at midnight.

The anniversary of your death, the only day you were granted the gift to walk among men. The only day he was able to see you. He always felt your presence, could get glimpses of you in a mirror, feeling your hands ghosting across his skin when he bathed in moonlight.

But today was the only day he could hold you, speak to you and finally get a response, to love you as he wished.

You huffed at his words “You think yourself not deserving? Darling, I have told you time and time again,” you pulled back from his chest, your thumbs moving to rest on his chin and bottom lip; gazing into his ever-blue eyes. “Nothing you do will make you underserving of my love”

Walter sighed wistfully, smiling up at you as you moved to sit on your knees, your hands cupping his jaw and cheeks. “How I ever got a chance with you, I will never know” Walter muttered, remembering how you had met; clumsy teenagers, the daughter of the village priest, and the orphaned street rat. Many called him fake in his love for you, saying he was only after your fortune and looks.

And that was true, at the start, but he had soon been entranced by you; the way you looked in the moonlight when you had snuck out with all the other teens for a forest party, the laughter on your lips when he had fumbled over his words as he attempted to compliment you (back then, he wasn’t as smooth as he was now, but now he had over 1500 years of practice). Somehow the good daughter of the priest had taken his caged heart and taught him to love and trust again, then willingly unlocking the cage for her to enter.

You laughed at the memories you surely shared with him, your lips on his nose “I saw behind your mask of iron, you were only protecting yourself, and just as I did back then; I will form my truth about you beyond the words of those who do not truly know you”

Walter sighed, letting his head rest in your hands; knowing he could always trust you to hold him when he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. “You are too kind my love,” Walter whispered, pressing his lips into your palm. “too kind for a monster like me”

You shook your head, nearly kissing him as you leaned towards his face “You were never, and will never be a monster to me; you saved me so many times. From my father, from myself; someone who does that-is not a monster. Not to me.” Walter huffed out a chuckle through his nose, tilting his head up just so as your lips graced his, the warmth of you flooding his long-frozen soul.

His hands found yours, holding them gently as he moved his lips against yours in a dance he had begged to perform for the last year, just as he had for the years before that; he could still remember the first time your lips touched his own.

You were stupid teenagers, holding hands as you ran through the moonlit forest away from the party; giggling from the wine and fermented berries. You danced and laughed, his hands on your waist as you held his neck, nose brushing his jaw. He looked into your eyes, and you looked into his; glancing down at his lips before you leaped into him, your hands tangling into his hair as he nearly buckled at finally kissing you.

Something he thought would only exist in his dreams, because who would accept the orphaned boy, the unruly teen who held the name of the Devil; with the daughter of a man of god, a girl whose hand had been promised to another?

And yet she chose him, you chose him. He had thought that all those years of being ignored by god, his prayers unanswered, had all been attended to at that moment, his hands on your face and yours on his neck as he leaned you against a boulder; his lips traveling your skin like something to be treasured.

And yet, only four years later, at the tender age of 21; you were gone. War had ravaged the land you lived on; he had been forced to fight. The battle had found your village, and he stumbled upon it to find you screaming his name; only for your throat to be slit.

He remembered screaming, tears and blood streaming down his face as he watched you fall to the ground, looking right at him; that love still bright in your eyes. He had killed the man who took you from him with all too much ease; everyone called him a Devil. The speed and ferocity with which he had ended the battle after that, had-according to them-been terrifying.

He had just been fighting for you, for what was left of your family. Your father gazed upon him with cold-yet somehow thankful-eyes. He finally understood the love you had for the Deville boy, and the love he had for you.

But he didn’t care anymore…you were gone, buried beneath your favorite willow tree, Walter’s sword-Harrison-his name back then-marking your grave-the moon hilt still gleaming to this day.

You had always loved the night, the moon especially, you had drawn its designs and stages over and over in your sketchbook. When he had been called to battle, and risen through the ranks; soon had he been asked what he would like for the design of his armor and sword.

A crescent moon, he had said, for that was one of your favorite forms of the moon. And he wanted to keep you with him when he was so far away. Now, that sword marked where your body rested, the village had long ceased to exist, famine had wiped it out. Your grave and the forest surrounding it were the only hints to it left.

He first visited it every year, upon the time of your death. May 22nd, 3:29 pm. One time, he ended up there all too early, on May 21st, 11:55 pm.

And as he sat in front of your grave, under the full moon, its gleam slowly turning gold as the minutes ticked by. He gazed down at your sketchbook, running his fingers along the traces of your artwork, finding one of himself within the back pages.

And when midnight came, he felt familiar arms curl around his chest, a pair of hands he had mourned over grabbing the fabric of his shirt. “Hello, my love” you had whispered, and Walter turned, seeing you; smiling at him as if you never left. You were different than you had been three years before. But you still had that look of love in your eyes; for him.

Walter had been 24 then, but you looked as if death had never touched you, frozen in age; just as beautiful, maybe even more. You looked like a goddess, bathed In the moon's glow. He had broken down in your arms, sobbing as he felt your touch for the first time in three years.

That became a routine. He would return to your grave each year, just before midnight of the day of your death, and wait; closing his eyes as the moon turned to gold, and your hands held his face.

And he would have you, finally have you; to hold, to love, to have. Until the sun rose. You would kiss him one last time, tell him to be good, and you would disappear as the sun rose upon the horizon.

1500 years, 1500 of this tradition. Soon into it, he learned that he didn’t have to be at your grave for you to visit. All he had to do, was sit in the moonlight. It wouldn’t matter where he was, you would always find him.

He remembered the first time he visited you as a vampire, it had been just after he destroyed the country that invaded your home, after he killed the king that demanded your murder. (not really, but he had ordered the death of your land nonetheless.) you almost looked…disappointed, and he asked why you were, wouldn’t you want for him to live forever? To be strong enough to never die? To take revenge and protect your home?

“I can only visit you once a year my love, yes I can see you, and speak to you in dreams; but until you take your final breath-we cannot be truly together. I do not wish for you to die, but I do not want you to fear your death. My arms are forever open to your soul Harrison. You will not be dammed to hell, but welcomed to my realm of night.”

You spoke so elegantly that night, a trait of the blessed Walter supposed. He did believe your words, that when, or if, he did die; he would join you, not go to hell as so many people, including your father, claimed he would. But-…he really had no answer for this, but he didn’t know why-he feared death so suddenly, why he was so stubborn to be powerful, to be strong enough to topple nations.

Even to this day, he didn’t have an answer…the easiest one was, he was just scared. He didn’t know why he was, but he supposed everyone feared death, some were just-more easily accepting of it.

Walter’s breath caught in his throat at all the memories, memories that always seemed all too fresh upon each midnight of May 22nd. You gazed into his eyes, smiling softly. At some point, you had moved him to lie down in the moonlight, allowing you to rest next to him, your head on his chest. “Soon I have to find a new bride” Walter muttered; eyes locked on the golden moon that slowly disappeared behind the doorway of his balcony.

You just hummed. You did not wish for him to die, but you wished for him to live his life as if he was human. He was now only sitting here, complacent, waiting for blood and stuck in one place. During the first 200 years of his, new role; you watched as he explored the world, tasted the culture of everything, enjoying his newfound eternal life.

You wished you could be with him, or him with you; but the first was impossible on any other day than today, and the 2nd meant his death. Either way, maybe your-involvement, would bring life back to…well his life. He was bored, you could tell; he ate, drank, did business, met with the three families, entertained his now two wives, and talked to you at night.

There wasn’t much more to it than that. And when you were teens, just barely getting to know each other; he had dreamed to explore the world and all its riches. He wanted to live, to live comfortably, to not worry about where his next meal would come from, to be free.

And now, he had practically chained himself to a life of solitude. And he hardly realized it, the chains of the life of the poor orphaned Deville boy he had tried so hard to break, had only been replaced with those of Lord Deville, of a man who was getting bored of his own existence.

Of a man whose only love had died when they were young, and could only see once a year.

You sighed, pressing a kiss to his jaw, closing your eyes as he held you close. Sunrise was in only a few hours, dwelling on the past and the uncertain future would do you no good in enjoying your limited time with your love.

Your time together was quiet, and comfortable. Nothing more than star-crossed lovers meeting on a brisk clear night filled with stars and galaxies.

All too soon, to both of you, sunrise came. You sat up as the first glimpse came across the horizon. “time to go” you whispered, turning back to Walter as he slowly sat up, looking into your eyes. He didn’t want you to leave. “until next time my dear, be good” you kissed him one last time, and as the sun gleamed into the room, you were gone.

He could still feel your presence, but he couldn’t see you, or feel your touch on his skin. That would have to wait until the moon gleamed upon the manor next year at midnight. “until next time” Walter whispered, resting his chin in his palm and pressing his fingers to his lips, already wanting to kiss you again. “until next time.”

-

His ears rung painfully, fire spreading across his skin, his arm pulsing as his blood poured onto the blazing marble floor. everything hurt, so badly; like his entire being was being burnt by the cruel fires of hell.

He took his last screaming breath, and everything went black, the heat of the fire slowly ebbing away until it was replaced by a cool comfortable breeze.

Accompanied by blackberries and dark forest. He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling lighter than air, and so much more alive than he had in the last 1502 years. He felt soft hands on his jaw, and he curled his hands around their wrists, opening his eyes to see; you.

Smiling down at him like he still deserved the love you had for him. “Hi” Walter whispered, closing his eyes again as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Hi” you whispered back, helping him sit up, and sitting down next to him; the two of you were surrounded by a familiar forest, a willow tree bathed in moonlight hanging above.

“Guess I’m dead now eh?” Walter muttered, resting his forehead on your shoulder, letting his shoulders fall and finally relax. He thought he would be a bit more…peeved, cheated maybe; at his death, but instead, he felt a release, relief even. You hummed in confirmation, running your hands through his hair and your nails down his neck and spine; chuckling at the shivers that followed your hand.

“so” Walter sighed looking up at the full moon, gold in its glow. “what-what do you do? In here?” you smiled, taking his hand and pulling him up to stand. “(y/n)?” in a whirl of colors and stars, you were suddenly on a moonlit beach, the waves gently crashing against the shore. Walter whispered your name, his eyes wide as he took in the sight.

“I am not bound to one place, just as I was able to visit you every night, but unable to be seen or heard; I can travel the world however I like, it must simply be night” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist, sighing happily as his arm took your hips.

“we can go wherever we want” Walter muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon. He had so many places he wanted to go, with you; places he had visited before and knew you would like-but were unable to see because you weren’t really there with him.

But now, now you had true eternity, together.

Finally together.

Walter turned to you with a smile, taking your chin and kissing you deeply, the moonlight silhouetting your bodies as you curled into his arms.

Finally together.

-end-

 fuck i love how this turned out so much-Walters lore for this piece is hella different than ouad, clearly, but yeah-inspired by fear street 1666, the moon will sing, and ghost/goddess lover tropes. 

 Invitation/Thomas Doherty taglist!

@thetrueghostqueen​ @littlewierdalien​

[cursed-herbalist]

𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 "𝓞𝓼" 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓔𝓻𝓭𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷

Ravenclaw • Pureblood • British/German • ENTP • Leo • Nostalgist • Overthinker • Occult artefacts/rituals expert

A/N: I think he’s finally ready to debut. I love him a lot! May tweak him a little later. If your OCs want to be friends or dorm-mates DM me or comment if you’re comfortable with that :)

Name: Oscar Alatar Erdstern

Nicknames: Os (by close friends), Car (by Edith, couldn’t pronounce Oscar when she was little and it stuck)

Birthdate: August 11st, 18??

Zodiac Sign: Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): ENTP – The Debater

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Blood-Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British/German

Residence: Bath, England

Hometown: Berlin, Germany / Bath, England

Languages: German, English, Latin, Ancient Greek

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Richard Madden

Hair: dark brown

Eyes: blue

Height: 187cm

Weight: 76kg

Body Type: broad, athletic

Skin Tone: light, warm

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): tbd

Family

Mother: Celine Bernadette Erdstern née Oakbrook. Ravenclaw, pureblood, passionate about magical artefacts, stay-at-home mom, loving and compassionate, daughter of a wealthy British merchant who dealt with magical artefacts. Has a fairly big collection of magical artefacts, which she‘s always eager to talk about. Used to tell Oscar stories about all sorts of occult artefacts and myths when he was little.

Father: Erich Leopold Erdstern, broom-maker or rather broomstick engineer, second son of Leopold Friedrich and Viktoria Josephine Erdstern. Doesn’t really get along with his son, they just don’t really know how to communicate with each other. Usually spends his day in his workshop. Really proud of his brooms, they‘re beautifully made and makes quite a bit of money with them. It's a flourishing business. It hasn’t always been that way tho. Has made custom brooms for well-known quidditch players. Frames every article that features a player that has a broom of his or mentions his brooms in any way. Spends a lot of his time improving them. He is always happy when Edith joins him in his workshop.

Younger Sister: Edith Rose Erdstein, younger sister by four years, Ravenclaw. Really into vampires and werwolfs, dreamer, soft spoken, has a knack for divination and flying. Likes to keep her father company and to learn more about the craft of broom-making. Low-key really good at it. Often reads by a window. Future ravenclaw seeker.

Magic

House: Ravenclaw

Best Class: Astronomy, Ancient Studies, Flying, DADA

Worst Class: Herbology (can’t for the life of him keep a plant alive)

Quidditch: –

Prefect: Yes

Clubs: -

Wand: Cedar Wood, Dragon Core, 14" Length, Solid

➔ Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Animagus: –

Boggart: his family dead

Riddikulus: them suddenly snoring really loudly, rolling around on the floor

Patronus: black stallion

Patronus Memory: cuddling up to his mom and newborn sister for the first time, promising he’ll always protect them

Mirror of Erised: himself as an occult artefacts specialist, having a loving family of his own

Amortentia (what he smells like): cedarwood, burning candles, parchment paper, rain, sweet apples

Amortentia (what she smells): petrichor, cinnamon, warm chocolate, old books, orange

Magical Abilities: –

Career

Ages 11–18: Student at Hogwarts

Ages 18–24: Archaeology apprentice / Archaeology Major at the University of Oxford (?)

Ages 24-retirement: Archeologist, expert for occult artefacts and ancient rituals

Personality & Attitude

Personality: can come off as cold in the beginning but once you’re past this shell he’s very warm and caring, a smooth talker, passionate about occult things and astronomy, spends a lot of time in the library, likes a good conversation, is very protective of his close ones, it takes a lot to rile him up, very calm, often looks out of windows and gets lost in his thoughts

Strengths: quick-wit – charm – staying calm – thoroughness – attentiveness – compassion – supportive

Weaknesses: trust, letting people in, argumentative

Stressors: interactions with his father, OWLs and NEWTs season

Comfort: books, candles, his friends, the library, flying on his broom

Priorities: gaining knowledge, protecting his close ones

Favourites

Colours: dark blue, black

Food: apple pancakes

Drink: sage tea

Flowers: moonflower

Weather: night, overcast, rainy

Hobbies: reading, learning about magical artefacts and ancient magical practices, drawing, astronomy

Style: prefers dark closes, usual middle/upper-class wear, when alone or working wears more casual clothes

Relationships

Significant Other / Love Interest: Zelda Miriam Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier Story loading ...

Best friend: Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden Os and Abe met in their first year, they hit it off immediately and have been best friends ever since. They often stay up late, having long discussions about everything and anything.

Mentor: Dr. Elias 'Eli' Merlyn Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier

Friends:

Violette Jolie Durand Met Violette through Abe and liked her from the get-go but it took a while for them to warm up to each other since they both tend to be very guarded when meeting new people. Abe was a good middleman and now the three hang around each other all the time.

Zelda Miriam Cairncross; Almira 'Mira' Iverach @cursebreakerfarrier

Deaglán Herrity @magicallymalted The two boys met in Astronomy class when they were partnered up by their professor and quickly bonded over their shared disdain for herbology. Their friendship however only grew stronger later in life when Deaglán reached out to Oscar, offering to do an editorial on his work. The two would share a few drinks in the evenings before and after their interview and tour across the archaeological site, having inspiring chats about the most curious things. After their collaboration, they’ve become and stayed close friends.

Open for friendships and dorm-mates. If your interested DM me :)

Random HC

lived in Berlin till he was 9 y/o, visits his uncle and grandparents there regularly

daddy issues

feels responsible for his sister and gets really protective of her

has his own telescope and likes to watch the stars; literally knows the night sky like the back of his hand

prefect; uses this title to get access to the restricted section of the library a lot

likes to visit the more shady areas of Diagon Alley to hunt down magical artefacts

enjoys late night debates with his friends

got his first broom when he was like 3 years-old, great flyer, just not really interested in quidditch, Abe has been trying to recruit him for the team for years to no avail

Violette once asked him to look after her plants while she had to unexpectedly leave school for a few days, when she came back all of them were dead … she really doesn’t know how it happened. It’s not like she was gone for weeks. Oscar still feels bad about it!

has a very confident and determined walking style

his grandma used to make apple pancakes with the apples from their backyard for him

his work as archaeologist mainly revolves around the origins of magic and wizardkind

loves to chill by the black lake

[inactive-herbalist]

𝓐𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶 "𝓐𝓫𝓮" 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂 𝓐𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷

Ravenclaw • Half-blood • British • ENFP • Libra • Beater • Troublemaker • Auror • Journalist

Name: Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden, future Earl of Dorset

Nicknames: Abe, Alden

Birthdate: October 8th, 1874

Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP – The Campaigner

Sexuality: heterosexual

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Blood-Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Residence: Exeter, England

Hometown: Exeter, England

Languages: English, French, Italian, Ancient Greek, Latin

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Thimothée Charlamet

Hair: brown, slightly curly, usually tousled

Eyes: brown

Height: 186cm

Weight: 70kg

Body Type: slim, athletic

Skin Tone: light, warm

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): -

Family

Mother: Anabelle Minerva Alden née Silverthorn. Ravenclaw, pureblood, former Unspeakable and ancient runes specialist. Broke off all contact with her parents, they consider her a disgrace for marrying a muggle. Met Vincent during an undercover investigation, charmed him with her intellect and iron-will. Stopped working at the ministry after giving birth to their first son, William.

Father: Vincent Edmund William Alden, Duke of Exeter, Earl of Dorset, firstborn son of Edmund Albert and Elisabeth Viktoria Alden. Loving but strict father. Encourages learning and critical-thinking but is concerned about their status and would rather have his sons behave and conform, at least in public. In that matter Abe can give his father a bit of a headache.

Older Brother: William Jupiter Theodor Alden, future Duke of Exeter, older brother by four years, griffindor, Auror. A little arrogant but a kind soul. Charmer. Loves to lecture Abe, only because he wants the best for him. The golden son.

Magic

House: Ravenclaw (tied with Gryffindor)

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, History of Magic

Worst Class: Divination

Quidditch: Beater

Clubs: Duelling Club

Wand: Apple Wood, Phoenix Core, 14 1/2” Length, Slightly Yielding Flexibility

➔ Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners, who include the celebrated author of Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood.

Animagus: –

Boggart: him being ignorant (don’t know how that would manifest yet, any ideas?)

Riddikulus: tbd

Patronus: Lynx

Patronus Memory: Sword fighting with his brother in the backyard (using branches)

Mirror of Erised: himself as a Professor for DADA and/or Muggle Studies

Amortentia (what he smells like): leather, a hint of ink, cedarwood, freshly mowed grass, cinnamon

Amortentia (what he smells): tbd

Magical Abilities: -

Career

Ages 11–18: Student at Hogwarts

Ages 18–36: Auror, Freelance Writer

Inherits the title Earl of Dorset at the age of 26

Ages 36–retirement: Professor for Muggle Studies, Substitute teacher for DADA

Personality & Attitude

Personality: great speaking and duelling skills, likes to question things and has a tendency to get into trouble, loves a good book and has a slight obsession with bikes that just now started to pop up, well-versed on muggle matters, curious, well-read and chatty, idealist, appreciates a good challenge, can be very random at times xD

Strengths: enthusiasm, sense of justice, perception, improvising, communication skills, highly empathetic, helpful

Weaknesses: tends to worry a lot, can be impulsive

Stressors: not being able to solve a problem or help people out (drives him crazy), he’s not that easily stressed tho but when he does gets a bit emotional

Comfort: reading a good book out in nature, friends, riding a bike or horseback riding

Priorities: his friends, social progress, justice

Favourites

Colours: neutral colours

Food: -

Drink: Earl Grey

Flowers: lavender, dandelion

Books: North and South – Elizabeth Gaskell

Weather: warm and sunny

Hobbies: conversing, reading, writing, telling his friends about muggle inventions, fencing

Style: usual upper class/noble wear but prefers to dress more casually

Relationships

Significant Other / Love Interest: Emmeline Antonia Falcon @endlessly-cursed

Will add a brief summary of their story later…

Best friend: Oscar Alatar Erdstern — met in their first year at Hogwarts, hit it off instantly and have been friends ever since. They often stay up late to talk about anything and everything.

Friends:

Violette Jolie Durand — met her a week before school started (5th year), strolling through Diagon Alley, running errands. Overheard a conversation she had with a shop-owner, mentioning that she’s transferring to Hogwarts. So he decided to go talk to her. Violette was a little wary in the beginning but Abe was persistent and soon they found out they had a lot in common and became close friends.

Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed

Henry of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal

Open for friendships. If your interested DM me :)

Random HC

likes to read books outside or between shelves in the library

loves his brother but thinks he‘s a little too stuck in his ways

supporter of social movements (of both magical and non-magical nature)

his brother got him into quidditch; practicing with him since his brothers first year at Hogwarts

doesn’t really like all those big feasts he has to attend but does enjoy a good conversation or debate with the few people that share his views or are at least open to a constructive debate

great conversationalist

likes bikes so much because they give him a sense of freedom

gets super excited when he learns about a new muggle invention

is a bit of a rebel, doing things his own way rather than conforming to set rules – which gets him into trouble from time to time

knows how to speak a little bit of German, thanks to Oscar

sometimes writes poetry to process thoughts and feelings, but keeps it more of a secret

[queenramondasidechick]

Long lasting love

Viktoria x reader

y/n pov*

Mother look! I looked over to see my son Lawrence holding a bow and arrow shooting at a deer but missed scaring away the wild animal. In a fit of rage he threw the bow and arrow away giving up. You shouldn't give up so easily Lawrence I stopped washing the clothes walking over to him picking up the small weapon and picking him up before walking in the small woods seeing a deer before crouching behind some bushes. Pulling the arrow back with his hands in mine. When you are hunting a animal you must be hidden away in plane sight so you don't get caught. I shot the arrow striking the deer down killing it in a instant. Yay! His happy voice made smile and tickle him as he let out a loud giggle. Come on now I will start dinner soon I carried the animal as Lawrence ran ahead of me back home. The sun set and it was now night I washed the dishes and got Lawrence dressed in a small suite as I had on a dark red dress with earrings. Will father be at the reunion no not today your father is still at work but we'll bring him something back I said to him as I picked him up and drove to the DeVille's mansion.

*DeVille's mansion

I had a champagne in my hand as Lawrence held onto my leg Mrs Alexander it's amazing to see you here! Oliver said to me with a smile it nice to see you too go ahead and say hello Lawrence. Hi sir... He mumble burying his face in my thigh. I smiled and rubbed his head .

I looked over and my heart may have skipped a beat as a old friend that I used know walked down the aisle in a sparkly dress mommy can I go play Lawrence looked at me with a big eyes of course but don't run off into the woods darling. Okay! He took off running with some other kids as I took a small sip of my champagne. Y/n walker it's good to see you again Viktoria said as her eyes were locked on to mines so who's the new bride I said to her I looked over to see ah women in a gold dress and her hair braided to the side with a nose ring like a bull. Apparently Walters new bride. Well let's go meet her shall we I said to her as i held her hand.

NOW PRESENTING THE MAIDS OF HONOR VIKTORIA KLOPSTOCK AND Y/N ALEXANDER we finally meet Viktoria says I'm y/n and this is Viktoria I greeted her with a warm smile it's nice to see you and Walter getting close Viktoria says touching Evie's hair as she backs away it was nice meeting you y/n she said walking away. I don't like the way she looked at you Viktoria said walking away as I followed behind her as the dancing began since Walter had came. She seems like a nice good girl I said holding her arm. She looked at me with such mean girl look she won't last for long. We'll just have to see darling besides this is the last time you're husband sees you. I smiled at her with a psychotic smile as she did the same. Lawrence! I called out to my son as he came rushing over to me in such hyper come on time for bed soon. We're going to be living with mommy?! Yes dear we are and as for Father he'll be gone now come on. I held Viktoria hand and carried Lawrence in my other.

She won't last for long before she finds out on the Big reveal but won't be like her great grandmother that woman put us all in jeopardy.

[aefward]

[scintillulae]

[patchwork-legato]

🎁 what did my ocs get for christmas this year? (2022)

rui

a portable water filter for her travels.

hermes (the jester)

a puzzle box with a little secret written on a piece of paper inside. It will be destroyed if ever he gets the answer wrong.

hermes (hestia’s older brother)

a cheque for his broke a—I meant a new pocket watch decorated with sapphires.

berwyn

a painting of a certain scenery covered in snow.

hestia 

a wood carving tool set!

oleander

a bunch of scented candles!

belladonna

a chest full of restored old documents she had been looking for.

celestina

a bottle of perfume from the north she’s always wanted to buy. it smells like the cool winter breeze with a hint of flowers in the scent.

lawrence

this one little (and very expensive) glass figurine he saw in a shop window when he was out in the city with rin during a time when they were younger.

viktoria

a shotgun. she used to go hunting a lot in her youth and was praised for having impressive aim.

catherine

a fine box of dark chocolate!

margaretha

a vacation across the sea far away from her (somewhat insane) family and (mostly deranged) suitors.

robin

a garment specially made to cover his missing eye and compliment his face.

iris

a new stationery set and pressed flowers.

theo

a new dartboard that won’t break under the pressure of his throwing knives.

michelle

3 tickets to go see a concert on her day off from the hospital!

sydney

the limited edition copy of a companion book to pywttc that has detailed biographies of important people in the history of the novel’s world.

e-kun

a new set of clothes to replace his old, tattered wardrobe.

[ptipariscom]

cinema | Travestis au cinema cycle at Cinemateque Bercy

A century of comedies, dramas and thrillers, 100 years of masks, makeup, wigs, fishnet stockings and suspender belts. Where we will come across Buster Keaton, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon, Ed Wood and his mohair sweaters, Dustin Hoffman and Robin Williams, as well as some big names – Howard Hawks, Tod Browning, Brian De Palma, Billy Wilder, Sydney Pollack and Éric Rohmer – all of whom knew how to play cross-dressing as a metaphor for cinema and its simulacra. A program established by Noël Herpe, on the occasion of the release of his new book, Travestissons-nous (Capricci).

Victor Victoria, Blake Edwards, United States / 1981 Based on the film Viktor Viktoria by Reinhold Schünzel. With Julie Andrews, James Garner, John Rhys-Davies.

Two unemployed artists put on a cabaret act in Paris in the 1930s. Julie Andrews disguises herself as a man who disguises himself as a woman. A marvel of a musical comedy, where burlesque and misunderstandings serve to better twist gender stereotypes.

march 27 - april 10