#Wampus cat house

[l-egionaire]

You know what? I'm bored, and I've got some ideas, so here are my Ilvermony headcanons.

The separate houses are treated as little more than an aesthetic difference by the students. While there might be rivalries and prank wars between the houses, it never gets to the levels of near discrimination that it gets to at Hogwarts. The students all just consider themselves students of the same school and members of the houses intermingle and hang out with each other all the time. They're even allowed to be in each other's dorms for limited amounts of time each day. The teachers encourage it as they often say that each house represents a part of what every great wizard needs, and coming together helps bring them all together towards the ideal wizard.

It's not uncommon for there to be students from other countries who don't speak English perfectly. Thankfully, there are charms to help translate their speech for the teacher, and the only part of their work that needs to be spoken English are their incantations. Though some might still ask for help in getting the pronunciation correct.

The dining hall students eat in is vastly different from Hogwarts's Great Hall, being a large room with mahogany walls filled with multiple circular tables covered in red tablecloths with gold trim and set with silver untensils, fine blue China plates, and crystal glasses. In the center of the room is a vast roaring fireplace with a picture of the Sayre family overtop of it. During feasts, the Pukwudgies bring out platters and pitchers of food and drink that stay magically hot and cold until the students serve themselves from them. Students are allowed to sit at whatever table they please, and the staff eat at a massive table in the middle of all the others.

The dorms are just different buildings of the castle that have five floors of T-shaped hallways with long red and gold rugs bearing the houses symbol. Along the walls of each hallways are dorm rooms for each years students. Students are assigned two each to a dorm, with their roommates's names being included with the letters they receive at the start of each new year. Roommates can't be changed unless two students agree to trade with each other. The dorms all have two large half poster beds with red and gold sheets and blankets, the blankets also carrying their houses symbol and pillows with blue pillow cases. There's also two desks, half dressers, wardrobes, and a set of three shelves above the dressers on both sides (the rooms are enhanced with expansion charms to give them extra space). The halls for younger students all have a dorm manager in them, an older student who was chosen to sleep on their floor to act as a chaperone and disciplinary figure to the students.

The students get to the school by way of multiple magical single decker busses that all arrive at Rockfeller Center in New York. They drive for around an hour before making a stop at a magically hidden pit stop where the students can get snacks, drinks and use the bathroom before the rest of the journey.

Thanksgivings at Ilvermony are always huge. The decorations include fall leaves that flutter and blow themselves through the halls, realistic turkey figures that jump around and gobble, and in the center of each dining room table is a red and gold hat that plays music. Each table gets its own turkey to carve (any leftovers are served over the next few days as sandwiches) along with boats of gravy and cranberry sauce, bowls of corn, mashed potatoes and carrots. And for dessert, a veritable buffet of pies, including Ilvermony's famous cranberry pie, the recipe said to have been invented by Isolt Sayre herself.

Any students without a wand before coming to school is allowed to select one from the hall of wands just past the sorting room. The hall holds hundreds of wands stacked inside their case along the walls. The room holds both wands so new they were just ordered yesterday and so old they were created at the very start of the school. After each sorting ceremony, the head of the school helps each first year's find a wand that "chooses" them, a process that can take up to an hour at most. It's also heavily guarded at all times by both a pair of heavily armed, muscular Pukwudgies and a rotating member of the staff as it's a prime target for thievery either by students or dark wizards.

Ilvermorny boasts a massive roaster of international magical studies electives. In each one, students can study the government, magical creatures, and magical history of the country of their choosing. Some even go on summer trips to those countries to further their studies.

Rather than O.W.L.s, Ilvermorny students takes the W.I.T. or Wizarding Intuition Tests, something similar to an SAT tests. The tests are taken twice, once during sixth year and once during seventh year for each class the students take, and the combined scores of each year are added together, and that average becomes their score. The better the score in certain subjects, the more job opportunities the students have.

To receive mail, students go to the mail room in a tall tower at the southern side of the castle where every owl goes to bring packages and letters for their deliveriees to receive. The mail room is student run and students are selected at random to do the job.

[the-wampus-cat]

Daemon Targaryen

My fav Targaryen so far :'3

[capitalisticveins]

Unempowered Boys Headcanons (Ft Vega, Wampus, Aggro, and Cutie)

Took a bit longer than I thought but I’m still happy with how it turned out

Also I have like 1 personal headcanon that might be based on gender? If you look at it that way? I didn’t want to include it but I did so, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable

PS: Erik refers to Ollie’s listener as “Babe” in March Redactedness, so I did that here too. They’re not to be confused with “Baaabe” (Asher’s listener)

- Guy puts milk before cereal solely to piss off Honey

- Ollie and Babe have matching cat pajamas

- Geordi was a short distance runner for his high school track team. He quit after 3 weeks

- Flyboi! Baby tried to reconnect with Ivan when he was still influenced by Vega, but couldn’t find anything about him online. His number was gone, and so was all of his social media..

- Aaron worked at Walmart for 1 year before quitting on the spot without a 2-week notice

- Geordi was invited to a party in his high school year by Ben. He thinks of it as “one of the most depressing parties I’ve ever been to” in his words

- Ollie would vent to Wampus about his crush on Babe for 2 years before confessing. Wampus was asleep whenever this happened

- Honey was an honor roll student and a part of the college varsity team.

- Guy worked at Max’s Rustic Pizza to afford his tuition, with added bonus money from his parents whenever his paychecks weren’t enough

- Geordi’s only gone to 4 parties, 2 of which were birthday parties in elementary school

- Smartass used to pretend something smelled bad whenever Aaron walked past their cubicle, nothing pissed him off more than when they did that

- Ivan plays Stardew Valley

- Either Geordi and Cutie are the same height, or Cutie is taller by 2+ inches

- Wampus leaves the house through the window whenever neither Babe nor Ollie are home, and gets into another couple’s house and loafs with their cat, or fight them, it’s never clear

- Flyboi! Baby only plays Minecraft on peaceful mode and on 24 hour daylight. It’s too intense to play any other way

- When Cutie first told Geordi they were a telepath, he would put an aluminum foil on his head for a week whenever he wanted 100% privacy. Cutie found it adorable for the wrong reason

- Smartass forgot some stuff on their desk when they quit (a plant, some pictures, post-its, etc), Aaron keeps them on his desk.

- Honey would tutor other students whenever they could.

- Geordi hates FNAF

- Ivan starts getting headaches whenever he sees something about Vesta Distribution online, but he doesn’t know what’s causing it

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby works in Smartass’ old position at Vesta now

- Guy realized Honey was a tutor, and suddenly started being terrible at his English classes. He was assigned to be tutored by Honey, and started silently upper cutting the air when he was told this

- Ollie played Uno once as a teenager. Never again.

- Smartass would demolish Aaron at Monopoly

- Cutie absolutely ADORES Pitbulls

- Babe has 3 pet hamsters that has continuously tried to kill themselves and each other

- Guy proposed the idea of being roommates a few months before Honey finished their final semester, he was scared that when they graduated, they’d drift apart

- When he still had Sadism’s Hold! Baby in captivity, Ivan would want to see if Flyboi! Baby responded to his voicemail, but Vega’s control on him was too much, and he’d forget

- Aaron was one of those kids that would hold 3 chairs to show off to the class in the 2nd grade

- (Personal headcanon) Cutie did cheerleading in high school

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby would rather die than own a pet, commitment isn’t their strong suit, at all.

- Geordi wears dorky glasses, Cutie sometimes steals them and wears it themselves, and then gets a headache

- Guy and Honey went through 5 roommates before just moving in with each other, they only liked 1, but that one moved out.

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[sharpfamily]

A Listening Ear (1.9k)

Written by @tea-withjamandbread ties in with @aesopsharpmybeloved’s series A New Chance At Life

Summary: After Theodore finds himself on the receiving end of a good dressing-down, he needs someone to talk to. Luckliy for him, his oldest brother is always there to lend a listening ear.

TW: Mention of stillbirth, a little sad so maybe grab tissues if you tend to need them…

December 20th, 1916

It was winter break and the Sharp children typically spent this time at home with their parents. This year, though, for the second Christmas in a row, they were one family member short, Magdala having made her way across the Atlantic to pursue her research.

Both parents had hoped that by now that the war raging on the continent would have died down, making international travel easier. Securing Magdala's visa for the United States of America had been quite the task, and while Aesop maintained a good relationship with the British ambassador to MACUSA, her visa only allowed her to enter the country one time. She couldn’t simply come and go as she pleased as she would during peacetime. Magdala wouldn't be joining her family until the war ended, unfortunately.

It seemed though that she was making the best out of the current situation, judging by the letters she sent back home. She had spent the bulk of her time tracking down and studying the Wampus Cat, native to the Appalachian Mountains. She appeared to have a healthy social life as well, having even, much to Aesop's chagrin and her mother's delight, fallen in love. A man from New York had caught her eye. He was currently apprenticing under Shikoba Wolfe, hoping to master the art of wandmaking himself. Their relationship was still in its early stages, but Maggie had mentioned on a few occasions how she was looking forward to introducing him to everyone once travel was possible.

"So much for wanting to wait a little bit before setting down"

"Aesop, relax it's not like she's engaged to the lad"

"She had better not get engaged before I get the chance to-"

"To what, Ace? Poison him?"

"I was going to say interrogate him, but poisoning him is a nice alternative"

"Darling this is Maggie we're talking about. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She wouldn't be talking about introductions if he wasn't the same. He's apprenticing to be a wandmaker. That's impressive! And quite a lucrative business, too once he gets started on his own."

"What are you saying"

"I'm saying we could do worse for a future son-in-law"

"As long as he keeps his 'wand' away from my daught-"

"Oh my aren't you the hypocrite Aesop Sharp!"

Eleazar had reached the home stretch of his studies at Hogwarts. He had taken on a respectable amount of NEWT classes, in addition to serving as Head Boy, and de-facto assistant to Hogwarts' potions master in the (quite limited) amount of free time he had. He himself was a few months into his first relationship, a lovely girl from his own house named Alice. He had developed a crush on her while in his sixth year and had only recently gathered the courage to ask her out after having helped her obtain certain potions ingredients she was missing for class over the fall.

Natalie was far too focused on her studies to even consider engaging in a romantic relationship, and already had such a hard time with letting her guard down that it would likely take quite some time for her to allow herself to trust someone enough before she gave them her heart. She didn't yet know what she wanted to do in life, so she knew she'd have to do well in her OWL's next year in order to keep all doors open for herself. She did have a small group of trusted friends, though, and her parents were quite happy to see her finally break out of her shell.

Then, there was Theodore. He didn't struggle in school per se, his grades were always among the very top of his class, but he had certainly spent a lot of time in detention over the past few months, which had earned him a good dressing down from his father earlier that day. In his parents’ eyes, he really seemed to show complete disregard for the school’s rules, and the boy had just been reminded that there was a reason in which they were in place, that he still needed to respect them even if he didn’t understand or agree with them, and even after he graduated and went out into the world, he couldn’t just recklessly do what he wanted.

Theodore knew his father had spoken to him from a place of deep love. He knew that of his four living children, he was the one that worried him the most, not just because of his preferred career path, but because he saw a lot of himself in his youngest son. He was desperate in wanting to make sure Theodore didn’t end up like he once was, and today his desperation had reached a boiling point.

Knowing where his words came from didn’t make them sting any less, though, and so once he had been dismissed by the former professor, Theodore donned his coat and scarf and ventured outside to the garden. It was a mild winter day and snow fell gently in large flakes, covering the ground in a soft white blanket. Theodore wiped the snow off the stone bench in the garden and took a seat, facing away from the house, the tears that had started to form in his eyes threatening to fall. He spoke to his older brother.

"I bet you heard all of that, didn't you… It's always rough, you know, being on the receiving end..."

Silence. Theodore took a shaky breath.

“I just… I know he’s right. I know I need to do better, to get in trouble less. I know it’s going to catch up with me eventually, like it did him all those years ago. I know he doesn’t want me to make the same mistakes he made… it’s just…” A gentle breeze blew and Theodore sighed

“I’m not… brilliant like Maggs. She just… picks up on everything real quick you know? Hardly makes any mistakes, makes everything look so easy! And she's been halfway around the world for over a year now doing her own thing and on the one hand I'm happy for her but on the other hand...I don't know when we'll get to see her again... And I didn’t inherit the potions gene like Eleazar did. He's pretty much set for life! Graduating from Hogwarts later this year and he's already got his career all sorted out. Heck, he had his apprenticeship all but secured before he even started school, it was always a question of "if he was interested" in joining the family business rather than "if he could earn it". Not that he doesn't deserve to apprentice under Dad, he'll probably end up at his skill level in a couple years at the rate he's going. Don't uhhh… don't tell Dad I said that."

Theodore blinked and looked ahead, continuing to bare his heart.

"And Natty… Did I tell you that she almost decapitated Professor Ronen the first time he had us play Summoner’s court? It was pretty brilliant, actually. She has to work to TONE DOWN her magic! The rest of us are just trying to keep up with her half the time. And she's got friends now, which is awesome but I keep worrying that she won't want to hang out with me anymore. Which is ridiculous really, I mean… I have friends and I still want to hang out with her, she's my twin!"

Snowflakes continued to fall and Theodore could hear faint music coming from the house behind him.

"Meanwhile, everyone tells me I’m so smart and talented and have such a bright future ahead of me but I just feel like… like I have to work twice as hard just to measure up to the rest of them and even then I fall short... So yeah, I sneak out after curfew and see what I can get away with. I see what I can do to help people while I’m at it. And you know what? I sometimes feel like it… like it actually helps me do better in school you know, like I’m finding some actual practical ways to use the stuff that I’m learning. Dad’s right though. It needs to stop. I need to do better from now on. I think… I think I can do it. I think I can keep myself in check, and start staying out of trouble.”

Theodore closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, he could hear the music, still. He could feel the snow landing on his hair and face as well as a single tear making its way out of his eye and onto his cheek. He didn’t hear his father open the door and walk towards him.

“Thanks, Clarence. You’re a really great listener. I know it’s strange to say I miss you, seeing as I never met you, but I… I really wish you were here. Say hi to Granddad for me. Tell him I'll try my best to do good by him. Tell him people are going to be proud of Theodore Sharp from now on, instead of hearing the name and instantly thinking 'what did he do to land himself in detention now?’”

Aesop sat next to his son and placed an arm around him, pulling him close. He looked at the stone in front of him. It didn’t mark the actual resting place of his own father as well as his stillborn son, but it was a place he, and the rest of his family, came to reflect and remember, whenever they needed it.

Theodore Sharp, 1820 - 1854

Clarence Aesop Sharp, March 26th, 1897

“How much did you hear?”

“Just your last sentence.” He kissed his son’s forehead as he felt his shoulder dampen slightly. Aesop glanced at the sky, snow falling in his face “He heard everything, though.”

Both sat in silence for a while, Aesop holding his son close, drawing circles with his thumb on his shoulder and gently humming so as to give Theodore some privacy as he sobbed. To anyone else who might have been looking on at the scene, it simply looked like a father comforting his son. However, everyone who shared their last name knew that there were three Sharps in the garden at that moment.

“Are those gingerbreads I smell?”

“Yes. They’re pretty good, too”

“They always are.”

Theodore stood up but Aesop stayed seated. “I’m already proud of you. I need you to know that.”

“Thanks, Dad. Thanks for always looking out for us”

Theo took a step towards the house but his father remained on the bench. “Aren’t you coming inside, too?”

“I’ll join you all in a couple minutes”

Theodore walked back towards his father and gave him a hug “Granddad would be proud of you, too. Just so you know”

“Thank you, son”

“I promise we won’t eat all the gingerbreads while you’re out”

Aeop chuckled “You better not”

Theodore gave his father one last squeeze before walking back towards the house, feeling lighter than he had when he had walked out. Some of his friends thought it was strange how he made a point to talk to his brother who had never taken his first breath, or remember the man he had never met but with whom he shared a name, but Theodore knew better. He had heard it often, from both his parents. Four words of wisdom that helped him through some of his most tumultuous days.

There is no without.

[synergysilhouette]

Trying to Fix the Ilvermorny Controversy

Okay, so I don't remember it clearly, but I recall there being controversy about the NA representation in the creation of Ilvermorny and how it continues the cycle of colonialism. Please (politely) correct me if I'm missing or misunderstanding any information about it!

Do you think the controversy would've been alleviated if:

James, Webster, and Chadwick were Native American. James being an NA No-Maj would be beneficial, not just because he makes an interracial, intermagic couple with Isolt, but also because his influence would help Ilvermorny have more of a Native American flair in terms of styles of teaching and architecture. The couple adopting Chadwick and Webster (who in this perspective are NA orphans) only further cements this relationship, as does the birth of Martha and Rionach.

Sticking to specific cultures and maybe having more than one school. Conflating a bunch of different NA tribes with magical creatures and houses could seem insensitive. Since Ilvermorny is located in Massachusetts, perhaps focus on tribes from the Northeastern Woodlands--granted, that's still A LOT of tribes, but perhaps take the Wampanoag tribe and Iroquois Confederacy as starting points of inspiration. As such, the thunderbird (which is found in the Pacific Northwestern US) probably wouldn't be one of the houses. The Wampus cat is found in Cherokee belief systems (in the Southeast US), so it probably wouldn't be included either--of course, this is in no regards to migration patterns. You could just go with normal animals like Hogwarts' Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff (maybe using an eagle instead of a Thunderbird and a lynx or cougar instead of the Wampus), or use creatures from Northeast NA cultures (such as replacing the and Wampus and Thunderbird with the Djieien and the Badogiak). An alternate take, if you're intent on doing one school, is explaining how the magical Native American communities interacted with each other for many centuries, resulting in them having a unified culture/tribe outside of the various No-Maj Native American tribes.

Ilvermorny isn't the only school, or it's a MASSIVE school. Texas alone is three times the size of the UK, but Ilvermorny covers ALL of North America? No way on EARTH. The North American population is over 604 million people, according to "world population review" (in contrast to the Uk's 68 million according to "worldometer"), and even if only 10% of them were wizards/witches and 1/5 of them were 11-17, you'd probably need several schools; JK said Hogwarts only has 1,000 students, so each school would have to be HUGE. The only alternative is it being a huge school as big as (or bigger than) Indira Gandhi National Open University, which is the largest university in the world in terms of enrollment, with over 7 million students. Or we could do this the super easy way: NA's current population is over 8.77 times the current population of the UK, so perhaps multiply that by the 1,000 students that attend Hogwarts to get the number of Ilvermorny students: over 8,700 students (as of the time I'm writing this, it's 8,772 students). But that makes the magic population ages 11-17 seem SUPER small; suddenly a school with students in the tens of thousands doesn't sound too small. If you divide Hogwarts' population by the UK population and then use that equation to find the number of wizards/witches attending Ilvermorny, it'd be under 7,400 students. That could also work.

Just have Ilvermorny take students from the United States (and related territories) or the American Anglosphere as a whole--which is basically the same thing, but also includes Canada.

Please let me know if any of this makes sense, if I missed anything, or if I got information wrong about Ilvermorny and/or NA cultures.

[the-al-chemist]

Cleopatra Sara Rai Hexley

Cleo Hexley transferred to Hogwarts School from Ilvermorny for her NEWTs, with dreams of becoming a magical art historian and anthropologist. It soon transpired, however, that the majority of Cleo’s peers were more interested in her face than her mind. After she grew tired of being the face of the Egwu fashion house, Cleo embarked on a career as a tour guide for Globus Mundi Wizarding Travel Agents, where she was able to use her looks, charms, and knowledge, all at once.

Profile

Born: 24th May 2000 (Gemini)

Hometown: New York, New York, USA/Camden Town, London, England

Nationality/Ethnicity: Mixed White British/British Indian, born and raised between America and the U.K.

Blood status: Half-Blood

Gender identity: witch (she/her)

Sexuality: bicurious.

Personality

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFP (Campaigner)

Strengths: clever, charming, curious, quick-witted, creative, hard-working.

Weaknesses: nosy, stubborn, defeatist, hates to be wrong, vain/proud, insecure.

Interests/hobbies: history, art history, psychology, anthropology, fashion, writing, reading, painting.

Appearance

Height: as an adult, 5’9”

Weight: as an adult, 58kg

Hair: dark brown, almost black, thick, wavy-curly.

Eyes: brown with a ring of green around pupil.

Skin: brown.

Defects: none.

Style: Varies - Cleo receives many gifts of clothing from wizarding fashion outlets, which means that she is easily able to keep up with the latest trends. At home, she will wear whatever she feels most comfortable in, which is usually either lounge/sportswear or loose-fitting clothes made from light, floaty materials.

Faceclaim: Simone Ashley

Witchcraft

Wand: Cherry and Wampus Cat Hair

This very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power, most highly prized by the wizarding students of the school of Mahoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds any notion that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core.

Animagus form: none.

Patronus: bat.

Boggart: the floor beneath her turns into a view from a great height.

Riddikulus: none - Cleo has found that the best way to get rid of her Boggart is to jump/step on it.

Amortentia (what does she smell?): Cleo has never smelt amortentia before.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): amber, ink, wisteria, speculoos.

Magical abilities: Occlumency.

At Ilvermorny

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird

Best subjects: Magical Theory, History of Magic, Ancient Studies

Worst Subjects: Flying (Cleo has an extreme fear of heights!)

At Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: none, temporary student.

Best subject(s): History of Magic, Muggle Studies

Worst subject(s): none - Cleo arrived in the N.E.W.T. year and only chose subjects that she enjoyed/was good at.

N.E.W.T. Subjects: History of Magic, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Astronomy, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Quidditch position: none.

After Hogwarts

July 2018-February 2019: Apprentice at the Department of Magical Artefacts, British Ministry of Magic

December 2018-January 2021: Model and muse for the Egwu fashion house.

March 2021-present: tour organiser, Globus Mundi travel agency.

Relationships

Family:

Jacob Hexley (father) and Angelica Cole (mother) - Cleo’s parents separated when she was very young, but maintain a somewhat cordial relationship, if only for her sake. Cleo spent her childhood between her parents’ homes and is close with both of them, but sometimes feels as if they have too high expectations for her - she is not as academic as her father, nor is she as brave as her troll-trainer and former Quidditch champion mother, neither of whom were particularly happy with her decision to leave her career in magical artefact restoration barely after it had begun.

Sara Kowalski-Hexley (grandmother) - Cleo’s grandmother Sally is always hard to read. Though somewhat distant, she is generally affectionate to Cleo, even if she occasionally seems to put up walls around herself.

Artemis Hexley (aunt) - Cleo has only met her aunt a handful of times, but she has heard plenty of stories about her from her father.

Quentin Kowalski (second cousin) - cousin Quentin is a Quidditch prodigy, the youngest ever Chaser to make the US National team. He has tried to encourage Cleo onto a broom many times, never with much success.

Friends:

Rylie Hopper-Lee - Rylie was tasked with looking after Cleo when she first arrived at Hogwarts, and the two bonded over their love of art, history, ancient runes, and ice cream @thatravenpuffwitch

Danielle Parkin - Dana was the first person to make a point of introducing herself to Cleo, and after discovering a mutual love of trashy romance novels, became book sharing buddies @lifeofkaze

Zadie Taylor-Allen and Victoire Weasley - Cleo and Victoire vaguely knew each other through their families, and both she and Zadie were always pleasant to Cleo during her time at Hogwarts, unlike one of their friends…

Andre Egwu - Cleo was ‘discovered’ by the head designer of the Egwu fashion house at sixteen, and after agreeing to the occasional fashion shoot to get a bit of extra pocket money, eventually signed up to work for him as a full-time model, having grown tired of no one taking her seriously in the field she was working in. Though he is somewhat judgemental, Cleo appreciates Andre’s ability to see and say things as they are, and he quickly became a sort of surrogate uncle figure to her.

Love interests: None, yet.

Pets: Cleo’s father owns a few owls, but she has no pets herself.

Rivals:

Rory McTavish - Rory is just the worst, honestly. Cleo doesn’t understand what Rylie sees in him.

Reva Amari - Reva and Cleo have absolutely nothing in common, and so a close friendship was never on the cards. Unfortunately, Reva seemed to take Cleo’s disinterest personally. @lifeofkaze

Duncan Ludwig - Duncan and Cleo immediately got off on the wrong foot after Duncan decided to prank her shortly after arriving at Hogwarts. He was nothing but friendly to her after that, but Cleo hasn’t been able to trust him since. @usernoneexistent

Ancestry: as the daughter of Jacob Hexley, Cleo is the descendent of Jim and Héloïse Hexley, Ophelia Burke, and Jacob and Queenie Kowalski. Via her French lineage, she is a direct descendant of Morgan Le Fay.

[insuranced]

Just an intro page, why not?

I don't often post art because of my insane schedule (uni = no breaks).

Feel free to use my art for edits / personal use like wallpapers, profile pics. Also if anyone does use it for an edit, please let me know 🥺 I'd love to see it!!

I don't take commissions, sorry. Same goes for requests unless I say so on Instagram (usually stories).

I'm active on IG and tumblr, hardly on twitter because . . . it being twitter is self explanatory.

IG / TWT : moshiyare

I'm extremely active on tiktok, more in the case of scrolling mindlessly.

I don't watch anime anymore, so that might bring my anime fanart phase to a halt. (Edit as of September 2023: My manga phase is a roaring beast that does not understand the concept of rest therefore I shall be back with fanart, hopefully, especially from JJK)

My Harry Potter phase has never ended lol, so I'm more likely to draw something hp/Marauders related (no Snape though)

Random stuff:

Pottermore has put me in Slytherin, and I have to agree. My patronus is a grass snake and my Ilvermony house is Wampus!

INTP

I love cats.

[activatebutterflyshield]

As promised, more nonsense from the World of Light and Darkness. This is a page from perhaps the most popular book in the Elemental kingdoms, only surpassed by royal histories and the Cælestia, the words of the Light-Born and Dark-Born creator-beings. This book is titled The Essential Book of Mischief, and this volume has come to define childhood antics and misbehavior.

Writings like the Essential Book are widely promoted around the central Lyardian Kingdom of Raicuth, as it is believed that if a child ‘gets out their spirit’ at a young age, they’ll become mellow and easygoing as an adult. As such, children under the age of 10 are unable to be prosecuted for any crime less than armed robbery, and youths under the age of 15 are unable to be prosecuted for any crime less than theft.

Transcription of the poem below the cut.

A Mocking Rhyme for Young Children and Other Rascals

Do you hear the great beast calls

Screeching noise on high?

Do you hear the birdies sing

Flying through the sky?

Dartfeather will bloat your face,

Ambush Swan to break your case!

Dazzler-Fowl’s quite nice it’s true,

But Thunderbird wants to eat you!

That’s just life in the South Forest,

A place that’s everything but blessed!

Reigning Deer shall stomp your grain,

Direwolf will be your bane!

Sphereweaver to eat your steer,

And Wampus Cat may drink your beer!

That’s just life in the Shadowcast,

Really quite fun but sadly fast!

Snowdrifter to raid your fish,

Mountain Troll will break your dish!

Lightning-Horn shall sink your ship,

While the Night-Blights start to rip!

That’s just life in the Tundra North,

All things shall go downhill henceforth!

Naga-Snake to crush your house,

Shining-Bull will spit your spouse!

Whisper Moth will fray your rope,

With Bell-Echos stealing your hope!

That’s just life in the Split-Desert,

Only comparable to dirt!

[zaffrestars]

I have another scarlet hollow theory that's a little more wild to me.

I think Tabitha, or the Scarlet family in general, is a wampus cat.

This one is a total shot in the dark, but I have a couple ideas to back it up:

The entry for wampus cats in the library talks about how they are often used as a warning for those who are going against tradition... that sounds a lot like the scarlet family history.

In the first episode, if you choose to go back to the manor instead of staying at Stella's, Tabitha might mention you smell like old dog and the woods. Old dog? That seems oddly specific. And it's not the only time she mentions somthing like that, if you choose to hang out with her in episode three and ask about Reese, she mentions he always had a weird smell to him. The only other character that I know of who mentions Reese smelling odd is Gretchen herself if you have talk to animals. This feels like Tabitha has a heightened sense of smell.

The biggest piece of evidence for this theory I can think of is Sybil.

During teatime, if you let her do a leaf reading, she discusses your many doomed omens. Including the cat. She's pretty insistent it's Tabitha, any character you select otherwise she argues against. But if you select Tabitha, she'll agree that you can't trust your cousin. Maybe the cat is only metaphorical like she says, but it could easily have double meaning if Tabitha is a wampus cat.

Theres a couple of smaller things too. If you have street smart, you can sneak into the forbidden wings in episode one. There you can find a family tree painted on the wall. It mentions there's dark scratches over your mother's place, those could be claw marks. Maybe from Pearlanne when her sister left.

Another thing, during teatime with Sybil she can tell you your mother was terrified to find out she was pregnant. Now, this is just pure speculation since it could just be the other scarlet family curses™️ but what if she was scared of passing down the wampus cat? She said it was out of wedlock and she assumed the fear had something to do with religion, but if the wampus cat curse activates when someone in the Scarlet line goes against tradition (or whatever the head of the Scarlet family wants) then perhaps that's what she was so afraid of.

It's also mentioned that Tabitha wants children, but it's portrayed like she will have a difficult time. There's not enough context to tell you why exactly, but I think it's an important parallel.

Theres also... whatever Tabitha is doing with that goat in the greenhouse. If you have talk to animals, Dustin may direct you to try and kick the goat out of his mom's house, and talking to the goat leads him to tell you that Tabitha is the one who put him in there. Or at least, someone blond. And he's fed herbs from Sybil. Maybe he's a sacrifice? I haven't been able to get the goat out of the greenhouse, maybe in episode five. No matter what though, Sybil and Tabitha have something magic going on. Maybe she's helping Tabitha control the wampus cat.

[elizabethplaid]

murder presents

Around midnight last night, as I exited the bathroom, both Moscow and Wampus were sitting outside the door, waiting for me. They didn’t move, and I was confused as to what they were doing. Then Moscow started batting at the base of a laundry pile.... Oh, that’s a mouse. D: 

Yes, the children (my cats) caught another field mouse and brought it to me. They’d been chasing it on the first floor, while my bathroom is on the 2nd floor. So they followed me, bringing the mouse with them, and then pointed it out, so I’d notice it.

I picked up the ex-mouse with an empty box, kinda scooping it up, and threw it outside. Then, when I got up again to go to bed 4 hours later, I found another ex-mouse in the living room. So that’s 2 mice caught in 4 hours. New record?

By that time, the sun was coming up, so the 2nd mouse ended up next to the 1st mouse. Just... *sigh* I know it’s part of life and nature, and it’s good that they’re catching the mice inside the house. (Versus being outdoor cats.) It feels better to trap (and free) the live mice.

[aaron-ajaxis]

Name- Aaron Henix Ajaxis

Aliases - Jax, A-A-Ron (muggles are hilarious…), Viper

Age - 17 years

Blood Status: Pure-blooded

House sorted into: Slytherin 🐍, but I was a Wampus Cat in Castelobruxo 🐱

Sexuality and gender: heterosexual male

Pets owned: Dante 🐍 and Virgil 🐉

Patronus: Lung Dragon

Magical Creatures Enthusiast

@arcadia-lauren-dubois My one and only. My Angel 💝

[paranormalunderground]

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[mistysworldboutique]

This is a vintage cover from some music known as the "Wampus Cat Rag". It and other images are available in my shop on magnets, posters, etc. https://mistysworldboutique.etsy.com ⁣ Well I know that "Rag" refers to ragtime music, which originated in America and was popular in the late 1800s and early 1900s.🎵🎶 But I had never heard of a "Wampus Cat" before, so I looked it up. ⁣📖 ⁣ My first source was that fountain of indisputable knowledge, Wikipedia, which said that, according to American Dialect Society, a wampus cat was "A creature heard whining about camps at night".😫 This sounds like someone who has answered the call of nature in a campground, and can't find his way back to the tent in the darkness. ⁣ ⁣ Other descriptions of the wampus cat describe it as an amphibious panther or a green-eyed cat with occult powers. 🔮 Going by the latter definition, they're probably the ones you find at Renaissance Faires who, for a fee, will tell you that you have a secret admirer, and that you'll take a long trip. ⁣ ⁣ The Cherokee Native American tribes originated in Appalachia, and they have many legends of strange creatures that lurk in the thick forests of the Eastern USA.🌳🌲 One such story tells of a warrior who went out to confront a demon called the Ewah, which was attacking his village. He returned, having lost his mind.🤪 My guess is that he found a moonshine still in the mountains, or maybe a kid playing a banjo at a gas station.🥃🪕 But the legend says he'd found the Ewah.⁣🙀 ⁣ His wife, Running Deer, went out for revenge. Donning a magical wildcat mask, she chased the Ewah away and assumed the responsibility of keeping evil out of the forests. Some say that the wampus cat is actually the spirit of Running Deer.⁣ ⁣ Whatever the wampus cat is, it's still popular, being used as a mascot for a number of schools in the Southern USA.🏈 And according to J.K. Rowling, Wampus is the name of one of the Houses at the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ilvermorny.🪄 Not sure if the students dance the Wampus Cat Rag at that House.⁣💃🏼🕺

[cupooftea]

isfp slytherin wampus and tonkinese cat patronus for cherryxpickin

[londonhalcyon]

Happy Holidays from the Mad Witch

Raising her wand to the ceiling, she swept it over her head, and then snow was swirling through the kitchen. It wove through the pots and pans, twisted past the holly, and danced around our heads. I raised my wand as well, and then there were two flurries, spiraling around each other. Two swirling clouds of white twisted together and split apart and collided, again and again, dancing through the tinsel, through the lights, and through our outstretched fingers.

When we lowered our wands, the clouds burst and froze, and snowflakes hung suspended throughout the air, rotating slowly in place. They floated down, little spots of white that clung to the counter and the floor and our upturned faces for no more than a second before they faded away. I held my hands out to catch the flakes as they drifted past, wanting to hold the little crystals before they disappeared forever.

When I cast a grin over at Merula, however, it was to see that she wasn’t looking at the snow. She paid no attention to the snowflakes that were falling down around us, not even as they caught in her hair. Instead, she was staring at me. Her face was tight, and her eyes were shiny again, although this time not from a fever.

I stepped toward her with a hand outstretched, but stopped short of touching her, uncertain if I should. “Please tell me what’s wrong,” I murmured.

“I can’t,” she said faintly. She wrapped her arms around herself. “Could I stay here a little while longer? I’m not ready to go back to that house.”

“Of course.” Making up my mind, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “You could sleep here till New Year’s,” I said humorously.

She gave a half-smile. “Wouldn’t that be nice.”

“Come here.” I gently pulled her with me over to the sofa, where we sat down together.

As I braced myself against the arm of the chair, she did something that she had never done before—and that I never would have expected her to do. Pulling her legs up on the sofa, she closed her eyes and snuggled up against me, resting her head near my collar bone. I tentatively adjusted my arm around her, barely daring to breathe. It felt like I had a wampus cat in my arms—not a bad thing, just rare and unusual. And a little wondrous.

While we stayed like that, time drifted like the snowflakes: slowly, fragilely, with odd loops and turns that didn’t seem quite real. With her partially lying on me, I could feel every little movement of her body, including the moment that her breathing became so slow and steady that she might have fallen asleep. Exhausted from last night, I almost did the same, but for the same reason as then, I stayed awake—mostly awake—just because she was there.

She shifted, ever so slightly. With her head resting beneath my chin, I could smell the shampoo in her hair. Vanilla. Or maybe almonds. Whatever it was, it made it easier to ignore the slowly growing discomfort in my shoulder. I didn’t want to move, not even if my arm lost feeling.

She shifted again, enough to suggest that she was not, in fact, asleep. Her upper body started to slide, and struggling to stay in place, she placed a hand on my thigh. I pulled her tighter against me, putting my hand firmly on her waist. Her ribs rose and fell beneath my fingers, shallower than before. My heart fluttered as her thumb brushed against the inside of my leg.

I laid my other hand next to hers on my thigh, brushing my pinky against her thumb. For one brief moment, she hooked her finger around mine. But then she withdrew her hand to a safer position on the cushion.

Without pulling away, she lifted her head. Her face was right there, in front of mine. Every fleck, every shade of purple was visible in her striking violet eyes. There were a few freckles on her flushed cheeks, not easily noticed from a distance. A small scar, almost too tiny to see, crossed the edge of her right brow, perhaps from an old duel gone wrong. Gorgeous irregularities and beautiful imperfections.

And her lips were right there, so close. They were parted, almost unmoving with each breath. It would be so easy (if I wanted to) to lean forward, to bring my face closer. It would be so easy (if I wanted to) to put my lips on hers.

It would be so easy to kiss her.

-The Mad Witch, Chapter 24: “Christmas Fever”