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My reckless OC with a dead father is a heavy drinker and it's legit to drown out bad thoughts and memories. I feel for her.

which oc drinks? do they do it out of fun or to drown out bad things? how does their family and friends feel about it??

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I have this one particular OC who's signature colors are growing to be a dark, dreary grey, a soft purple-y blue and a bright, brilliant gold. These literally are entirely dependent on her moods and how she interacts with other people. She was held in captivity for three months and raped nearly every day, so for a long time, she's a horrible person around most guys. For a long time, she's really sad, and then she realizes that there are more important things in the world that her own sadness, and becomes gentler and more caring. That's the purple-y blue. She becomes a kinder person, and while she still has her times where she's the dreary grey, she's usually a purple-blue. But after an event that nearly destroys her closest friend, she becomes this brilliant ray of golden light and she's like a beacon for him. She's the only thing keeping him going, and he appreciates her more than he could ever explain. She's there for him no matter what, and because of that, other people start seeing the gold in her, and she loses nearly all of the dreariness.

She's a wonderful character, in my opinion. I love her.

what are your ocs signature colours? why is it their signature colour?

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Strawberry Milk

Remus laid by you and silently watched you as you practiced transfiguration. You had turned seventeen the day before, and even though you were still at Hogwarts, in Remus' dorm, you felt freer in that moment than you had in your entire life. The birds you conjured fluttered around your heads as you laid there together. Nowadays, you and Remus did everything together, and you were beginning to love him more and more. Everything he did with you made you feel happier than ever before, and he was the best person you could ask for to be so close to. He was your world. "Love," Remus addressed you, and as always, your stomach fluttered. You looked down at him, as he was laying down with his legs behind your back and his gorgeous face to your left, level with your knee. You sat with your legs cross-crossed and smiled at him gently. "I know you didn't want anything, but I saw it and-" "Remus, you didn't," You gaped at him as he shifted to lean off the mattress in order to retrieve something from under the bed. He chuckled and you set your wand down beside the two of you and crossed your arms mock grumpily. "Seriously, I didn't want you to get me anything." When you had first told Remus you didn't want anything from him, he found it confusing. He didn't understand your reason, but your next closest friend did. James was the only of the Marauders who was able to read you like an open book. Remus knew you well enough to know when you were lying, upset, angry, etc. But James seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, when. The two of you had an entirely different relationship than you had with Sirius, Peter or even Remus. Whereas you loved Remus, and told him nearly everything, you told James absolutely everything. That was because he was just so understanding. It was fascinating and relieving. So, when you told him why you didn't want Remus to get you anything, he understood. You knew Remus didn't have a lot of money, and he was practically alone, so the idea of him buying you something filled you with guilt. He had bought you stuff every year for Christmas, your birthday, and Valentine's Day. You bought him gifts for those holidays as well, but you always felt bad that he bought you stuff. You knew he needed the money. You were just looking out for the guy you loved. "I know you didn't want anything from me, and I know why. Y/N, you mean more to me than anything, so I'm willing to spend as much money on you as I can. One day, hopefully you'll be my wife and I'll spoil the daylight out of you," You smiled at Remus shyly as he pulled a box out from under the bed. He handed the horribly wrapped present to you and sat up, smiling just as shyly as you were. "I wrapped it, I'm sorry it sucks." "I'm glad you did, it gives it more meaning," You giggled, leaning over to kiss Remus' cheek. He grinned and motioned for you to open the box, so you did. There was almost more tape than there was wrapping paper, and you made sure Remus knew. You stopped teasing him and you came to the box itself and opened it. Inside, you found a familiar looking pink bottle that you could not name the contents of. "Remus? What is this?" You asked, raising an eyebrow without touching the bottle. "I know you hate pumpkin juice, so when I saw this, I got it for you," Remus said softly, urging you to continue looking at your gift. A gentle blush had creeped onto his face and you smile. "You loved it the last time you tried it." You carefully picked the bottle up and was surprised to find it was slightly cold to the touch. The label said - "Strawberry Milk" You let out a laugh and kissed Remus on the lips, in which he returned happily. He smiled at you when you opened the container and took a drink. The familiar taste exploded on your tongue and you moaned in appreciation towards the traditionally Muggle drink. "There's more," Remus shocked you by saying, gesturing to the bottom of the box, were there was a silk handkerchief. "It was my mother's." You looked at Remus in surprise before uncovering a small box. You picked it up suspiciously, and felt your heart began to race. You and Remus had been dating for nearly four years, having begun your relationship at a questionable age of 13 years old, but never wavering when it came to your loyalty and care for one another. Nobody believes the relationship to be serious until you turned 16, and at that point, people were betting on wedding bells before long. With only a few more months left of school before the two of you graduated, you had talked a lot about marriage, but nothing was official. Remus had once wanted to wait a few years after graduation, but for the last few months, he's wanted nothing more than to marry you as soon as he could. He wanted you to be Mrs. Y/first/N Lupin, he wants to marry you to start your lives together. To make you his forever, and you wanted the same thing from him. Remus had gotten off the bed, picking up the wrapping paper and tape you had thrown across the room while teasing him that it'd stick to the wall - which it did - as you watched him quietly, too nervous to open the small, white velvet box. You could see the blush on his face from across the dorm room, and you smiled to yourself. Seeing that cute, falsely-innocent smile and darling blush anytime you did anything remotely dirty or new was something you looked forward to in the future. Seeing Remus' face everyday was something you wanted more than anything. You ducked your head as he turned towards you and slowly began to open the box - after removing a full layer of tape. As soon as the lid opened, tears began streaming down your face. You looked at Remus, who was kneeling by the edge of the bed. He took your hand gently and smiled nervously, his face as red as the Gryffindor dorm rooms. "Y/full/N, I've loved you for years, and you've been my rock through a lot of things. You stuck by me when you learned of my furry problem, and became an unregistered animagi with the boys. The moment I saw your form was a wolf, with a coat the exact opposite of mine, I knew it wasn't a coincidence. You were meant for me. You balance the things inside me with your own, and while we butt heads because of it, we've both become stronger and better individuals because of it. I was scared, for a long time, of marrying you, of marrying anyone, but with how supportive you've been the last several months, I can't thing of any reason to not marry you. I want you to be mine forever, through every full moon, and every hard time. I love you, Y/N. Will you do me the biggest-" You didn't let Remus finish before you pounced on him, knocking him to the floor with a loud bang, and kissing him. You're heart was singing and you were on Cloud 9. Nothing could make this better. As you mumbled yes between sobs, James, Sirius and Peter barged through the door, grins taking up their entire faces as they saw your sobbing figure being held by a grinning, red faced Remus. He pulled away and kissed your nose. He took the ring from you and took your hand. The love of your life slipped the gorgeously simple ring on your finger and you looked at it, it was a silver band with a single, small, princess cut diamond in the center with a smaller, square cut ruby colored stone on each side. James and Sirius came and kneeled next to you guys, slapping Remus' back and laughing at your faces. "So, y/n, what did Remus get you?" James joked with you, and you laughed, far too happy to care. You were completely ecstatic and felt far happier now, than ever before. "Strawberry milk," You grinned back at him, glancing at Remus who was rolling his eyes and smiling. "My new favorite." ***** It so cute omg hope you all enjoyed! x

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Hi so I don't talk on Tumblr ever, but I know you are trying really hard to balance school and your blog (I live for your blurbs :) and just wanted you to imagine Remus' brown locks laying in your lap as you write away and telling you how beautiful and successful you are bc god knows that's how I'm getting through my midterm paper rn :)))

oh my god, yes and he’s watching how your lip is caught between your teeth and you’re trying to concentrate on whatever it is you’re working on and he can’t help but reach up and grab your face and pull it down to his. “What was that/” You ask him breathlessly when he pulls away. he chuckles, lightly grazing is knuckles across your cheek, “S’just, you’re beautiful sweetheart.” 

(DEAD, SLAIN, DECEASED, NO LONGER BREATHING) 

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I personally believe mine would be someone close to me dead, or me dead. I'm terrified more of the after-death aspect more so than I am of dying.

I also really wonder what a boggart looks like to someone who is literally utterly fearless.

I really like to think it looks like a mist, but I also think that they'd just mirror the person before them. Idk I like to think that if you didn't have any fears and you went to a boggart and it showed you yourself it would be cool and chilling but not meaning you were afraid of yourself but that it simply morphed to the only thing it could pick up on.

Idk boggarts amaze me

What would yours be?

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me, a writer: omg somebody write this

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Common Room

It was the last day before most of your fellow students made the long departure home for the Christmas Holidays, and it would be an understatement to say you were simply relieved. At the moment, you were sitting in the Common Room of the Gryffindor house, playing with your wand and conjuring birds. Since the start of term in September, all your professors had down was give you homework until you were swimming in it up to your neck, and lecturing you until they were blue in the face. Their reasoning was the exam at the end of this year, your fifth, called the OWLs. The OWLs were the Ordinary Wizarding Level exam that every fifth year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft had to take in order to determine their schedule for the next year.

The professors were considerably more concerned about this horrid exam than a majority of the students were, your best friends, and presumably, yourself included. Your best friends, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter, were so sure that they’d do wonderful, that, if their actual entire grade didn’t depend on it, they wouldn’t do the homework the professors drowned the students in. The boys were still the same goofy, unbearably annoying, jerks they were last year and the year before. You loved them, but they were difficult.

You, on the other hand, were so worried about the exam that it literally made you ill. You’d been carried to Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing several times for a fever, and a stress-induced flu. The thought made you upset, and you stopped conjuring birds, and rather stared into the fire aimlessly. You hadn’t told the boys how worried you were, as you doubted they’d understand. None of them had blood purity extremists for parents. None of their parents pressured them into joining a certain rising dark wizard as soon as physically possible - which to them was now.

The man and women you called Mother and Father were so hard on you about your exams, that you were absolutely terrified to fail them. They had, after all, received nearly perfect scores on their OWLs and NEWTs - Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test - with the exception of Muggle Studies, where they each scored Acceptable. Not only did they pressure you into studying until your eyes fell out, but they constantly made it a point that they’d be disappointed if you failed any of your exams, even Divination. You were terrified of the consequences. After all, they had just disowned your older brother, Nicolas, for getting the only job he wanted - owning a Muggle hotel.

You weren’t aware of how harsh the parents of the oldest friend of your’s were. Sirius Black never spoke about his family or home life, so you assumed - incorrectly - that everything was moderately okay.

“So, Y/N, you going home tomorrow?” You jumped as that exact boy plopped down onto the couch next to you. Placing your hand over your heart as if it would calm it down, you shook your head. “Why not?”

“I’d rather not be anywhere near my parents right now. I have enough on my plate,” You didn’t realize what you said until a few moments after you did. You were incredibly tired, and so very stressed, you hadn’t realized that you were speaking the truth until the truth was out, and Sirius raised an eyebrow. You groaned as James and Remus came down the stairs like baboons. Attempting to avoid the topic as long as possible, you asked “Where’s Peter?”

Neither of the two that had just arrived answered, they simply looked at each other and then at Sirius, who had draped his arm around your shoulder. Catching on, you turned scarlet and scooted a good two feet away from Mr. Black, giving James and Remus the deadliest glare you could.

They just laughed and went on their way towards where ever they were going, leaving you with Mr. Nosey.

“Okay, Sirius, buddy, see ya later-” You tried to dash away, but the nearly six-foot boy grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down onto his lap. You let out a small, short shriek and slapped his arm that was around your waist. “Sirius!”

“What do you mean you would rather stay here than go home? You have enough on your plate?” Sirius began to inquire immediately. You turned even redder and frowned at him, crossing your arms over your chest. You were incredibly uncomfortable, and the entire scenario terrified you. You were not ready for this kind of confrontation. You were absolutely not ready to tell any of the boys, especially Sirius.

“Nothing,” You immediately snipped at him. Despite how much you adored Sirius, your only defense against this downpour of suspicion from Sirius was to throw a wall of defense up, and become a bit on the side of snippy. “Nothing at all.”

You could tell that Sirius didn’t believe you, but you hoped he’d drop the subject for now. Whether he picked it back up or not later, you didn’t care at the time. You just wanted him to leave it alone for now.

“You’re lying, Y/N. Please tell me, you and I both know I’m as honest as can be with you, but you don’t return it. Aren’t I your favorite?” Sirius said, giving you his best ‘I’m here for you’ look. You sigh and look at him. His dark brown eyes met yours and it became harder for you to breath. He held your gaze fiercely, and wasn’t backing down. He was stubborn, but so were you.

And then he cheated. As soon as you narrowed your eyes defiantly, his eyes widened innocently, and he puckered his bottom lip out. The pout was undoubtedly your biggest weakness and Sirius knew it. You tried your best to withstand, but as he continued to pout, even making himself look sad, guilt clawed at you. You knew he just wanted to make you feel better, yet there you were, denying his sympathy. You tried to be strong, but Sirius was more stubborn, and a complete cheat.

“I never told you guys, but my parents are trying to pursued me to join that quack Lord-Whatever-It-Is. The one obsessed with blood-status,” Sirius nodded to confirm he knew who you meant, as you continued. “They disowned Nicolas over summer due to his now ownership of that Muggle hotel. Mother and Father are not only pressuring me into becoming a dark witch, but they’re adding on to the already crippling stress for the OWLs by reminding me in every letter that they scored perfectly, and that I am expected to do the same. I can’t be around them - it’s too much. They’re too much.”

You finished with a sigh and looked away from Sirius. Your heart ached at the truth, and you knew he’d only pity you. Shame began to wash over you in waves, and you began to doubt yourself. You shouldn’t have told him about your stress, and you definitely shouldn’t have told him so much about that dark wizard and Nicolas. You felt horrible, not for never telling him before, but for telling him at all.

James and Remus came babbling through the portrait hole again, and you went to jump off of Sirius, but he - once again - forced you onto his lap. The two boys were trailed by Peter, who was nervously twitching as always. Remus and James looked at you, and then at Sirius, before turning to each other and laughing. You frowned and tucked your hands under your arms, glaring at them. Remus was the first to acknowledge the deathly glare, and his brown eyes widened. As soon as James noticed, his hazel eyes widened just as big and he gulped.

“Don’t hex us!” James shouted while grabbing Remus and darting back up the stairs into the dorms. They trampled up the stairs and you could hear the door slam. Someone opened it back up and shouted - “Peter!”

The shorter, much chubbier and mouse-like, boy ran after his other two friends before turning and giving Sirius and you a big smile. Peter clambered up the stairs clumsily, tripping once before getting to the top. The door shut again and you could hear their laughter; James’ being the loudest.

You turned back to Sirius and tried to look innocent. “I guess I can go now.” You spoke softly, and yet, his eyebrows furrowed as if you’d hurt his feelings. The look of sadness that flitted through his expression saddened you. You only wanted to make Sirius happy.

“Y/N, I understand how you feel,” Sirius spoke softly, tightening his grip on you. “About your parents, I mean. Mine are… unbelievably oppressive and nearly disowned me for being sorted into Gryffindor. The Nobel House of Black is a family of mostly Slytherin, ya know. They were disappointed. They never liked me to begin with, I was too 'rebellious’, but my Sorting just hammered the nail into my coffin. I’ve gotten used to it, but it still bothers me. Of course, I can’t say the same about being pressured about everything, but they’ve said, many times, that I’d redeem myself if I joined Lord What’s-His-Face. You’re not alone, Y/N, and I don’t want you to ever deal with this by yourself again. I’m here for you, I promise. That’s what best friends are for anyway, isn’t it?”

Your heart both broke and swelled with relief. He wasn’t going to shower you with pity and countless 'you can be yourself’s. You smiled at him gently, and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into his hair. Sirius chuckled gently and tightened his arms around your back, squeezing you ever so gently, but still firmly.

“I guess having horrid families is just another thing we have in common, isn’t it?”

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Note - this is my first little thing here on Tumblr!!! Yay!

It was a Sirius thing with the reader who’s parents suck. The whole title is a play on the fact they have sucky parents in Common and their in the common room.

I hope you guys liked it!!

Love~