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HL- Annabel Cifuentes
"𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."
Name: Annabel Fernanda María Isabel Cifuentes de Borja
Nicknames: Ana, Annie, Doña Annabel
Birthdate: 7th of May, 1855
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Personality Type (MBTI): TBD
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Nationality: Spanish
Physical Appearance
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 1.65m
Weight: 63kg
Body Type: Slim
Skin Tone: Fair
Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None
Background
Hometown
Annabel grew up in the noble family of Cifuentes, growing up in the lap of luxury, unaware of the ongoings of an unstable period for Spain. Aged sixteen, she ran away from home when she was forced by her father to marry a man twenty years her senior and stumbled upon Hogsmeade. Phineas Falcon found her and decided to take her in, and that patronage would earn her a position as a Divination professor in the year 1879
Family
Mother: María Consuelo de Borja Serrano
A beautiful and exemplary woman of the time, her marriage was arranged to Don Cifuentes when she was sixteen, and her cheerful and supportive personality enthralled the twenty-five year old man, who was quick to have six children with her, only two surviving infancy. María doesn’t know where in England her daughter is, but she knows that she is safe and fine.
Father: Don Alfonso José Cifuentes Villalba
An ambitious politician who worked with Serrano and Narváez, he was the head of the Cifuentes family and in obligation to marry, and thus decided that he ought to marry someone who brought a bit of laughter to the house, and he met his match with María Consuelo. She was cheerful, kind and what he needed. He hasn’t been able to find Annabel, but knows that she is in England
Hogwarts
House: Hufflepuff
Boggart: Her father dragging her to the altar
Riddikulus: A devil instead drags him to a lake
Patronus: TBD
Patronus Memory: Reading in the gazebo at her estate
Mirror of Erised: Marrying for love rather than money and duty
Amortentia (what she smells like): Roses, lavender, eau de cologne, cocido and new books
Amortentia (what she smells): TBD
Career
17-24: Apprentice
25-55: Divination professor at Hogwarts
56-64: Pianist
65+: Retiree
Personality & Attitude
Priorities: Being away from her father, learn as much as she can, be free
Strengths: Kind, soft-spoken, sweet and emotionally intelligent
Weaknesses: People-pleaser, struggles with the language
Stressed: When talking about her past
Calm/Comforted: When reading divination books
Favorites
Colors: Yellow, maroon, green, hazel and white
Weather: Sunny with few clouds
Hobbies: Reading, baking, learning more about divination and playing the piano
Fashion: Annabel initially dresses like a lady of her time, but later in life is one of the first female professors to wear trousers and vests, defying the norms
Relationships
Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD
Friends: Phineas Falcon
Phineas saw potential in Annabel and was quick to take her under his wing. The two of them were like siblings, she being the sister he would’ve liked.
Owen Capell ( @camillejeaneshphm )
[INFO TBD]
Rivals: None
Trivia
Annabel met Phineas by chance: she was lost in the Three Broomsticks and wanted to ask for directions. She bumped into this big, strong man and he noticed her. With a bit of help, he could understand her situation and decided to take her in until she was fully independant and help him keep an eye on his wild daughter
She discovered her gift for divination by casualty: she was following the itinerary when she decided to give it a shot, and actually predicted who Phineas’s daughter was in love with. She decided to explore further on her own what she could do: she predicted the whereabouts of the then Prince Alfonso (future Alfonso XII) and the Manifest of Sandhurst
She loves spicy and savoury food, which raised a few eyebrows, especially with Principal Black, who shared the misogynistic views that spicy food made of women wild and ‘whores’, which proved to be wrong, given Annabel’s sweet and composed nature
Her favourite student was Nilufer Sultan, whom she related: they took coffee together and shared tales of their Mediterranean summers and leaving their beloved countries to find themselves here. She was the one to predict that she’d find her way back to Simon
She also had a dream about a battle that would end up being the Somme and soon advised the Ministry not to send too many soldiers to such bloodbath; she was rewarded with 100 pounds
Nilufer called her to Constantinople to make some predictions about the empire and her future, and proved to be right in most things: she’d find Simon again, the empire was most likely to fall and she’d outlive whoever she married.
She continued to teach in Hogwarts up until she was fifty-five and loved teaching the children of her former students. Her favourite was Alexandra Somerset, whom resembled the Lady Gray very much
She died aged 110 years-old in Mallorca, in a villa she purchased under the name “Valeria Martín.”
#hp victorian era#hphl oc#hp legacy era#oc: annabel cifuentes#professor oc#oc: phineas falcon#oc: nilüfer sultan#owen capell#character sheet#oc profile
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💗 + Nimon & Aderva please? 🫶🏻
Send me a 💗+ a couple and I’ll make a moodboard for them
#nimon#simon x nilüfer#simon battersea#nilüfer sultan#aderva#minerva x adonis#minerva kennedy#adonis demiurgos#hp victorian era#hphl#my aesthetic#other people’s ocs#💗 moodboard ask game: answers
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Nilüfer Sultan as my part of an aesthetic trade with @endlessly-cursed <3
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Something Wicked This Way Comes
A/N: This story is was written for @hp-12monthsofmagic October prompt. Happy Halloween. OCs featured belong to @whatwouldvalerydo (Victoria Summer... sorry for bothering her again), @the-al-chemist (Jim and Ethel Hexley), @endlessly-cursed (Nilüfer Sultan, in mention), @slytherindisaster (Gabriel Sapieha, Lysander Mercury) and @kc-and-co (Bradford Pendleton IV). Warning: serious Shakespeare blasphemy. I'm sorry.
The day had been overcast, and darkness come early over the Forbidden Forest. Swathes of mist rose from the moss and root covered ground, and the night was silent except for the rustling of fallen leaves, the soft sounds of the creatures that had ventured out under the cover of nightfall, and a resounding scraping sound as something heavy was dragged over a piece of stone, followed by a groan and the hasty shuffling of feet.
“How much further is it?”
“It can’t be very far, I daresay.”
“You said that ten minutes ago, Ethel. I swear I recognise this tree.”
“Hush, I believe I can see it from here. Quickly, now.”
Three figures stepped into an opening in the trees, in the middle of which the ground rose gently to a grass-covered mound. On it, bathed in the light of the full moon, six boulders of varying sizes had been erected to form a circle, in the middle of which a seventh stone lay on its side, forming what looked to be an altar.
It was there that the three girls, clad in skirts and blouses that marked them as students of the nearby Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, dragged the cauldron they had been pulling behind them. They were breathing heavily by the time they had made it to the top, and the faces of Ethel Hexley and Selene Fraser grew red as they hoisted the heavy metal pot on top of the horizontally lying stone.
Selene and Ethel had found the stone ring a couple of days ago while prowling the woods, and had been dying to return ever since. They had prepared diligently, but with the unsteadiness of the late October weather, it had taken them until the very last day of the month to make their way out into the Forbidden Forest again. They were chatting in hushed whispers amongst each other now, excitedly checking the contents of the bags slung around their shoulders.
Victoria, who had seen herself half-compelled, half-forced to accompany her dormmates, seemed less enthusiastic. She looked around uneasily, observing the shadows cast by the tall stone monuments. Wrapping her arms around herself to keep from shivering, she stepped closer to the stone altar.
“Are you finally going to tell me what this is all about?”
Ethel and Selene stopped whispering and shared a meaningful look.
“We have something special planned for tonight,” Selene said in a low voice.
“Something to mark the occasion,” Ethel agreed.
“We’ll do magic,” the two of them said in unison, the sable-coloured ferret that had appeared on Selene’s shoulder nodding his head as if in agreement.
Victoria looked between them sceptically. “But why come here? Why all that hustle? We could have just as well stayed at the castle.”
“Because, dearest Victoria,” Selene said and motioned at the stones surrounding them. “This place is special.”
“Most magical.”
“Of the utmost importance.”
Ethel paused, looking at Selene curiously. “It is?”
“It must be, must it not?” Selene shrugged. “Why endure all the hardships to set these stones up otherwise?”
“You must be right, of course.” Clapping her hands together, Ethel turned back to Victoria and pointed at the cauldron. “There is a spell that Selene and I have been wanting to attempt but Professor Sharp refuses to let us into the Potions classroom by ourselves after this most unfortunate incident with Carolyn Nyberg’s calming draught.”
“Which was not our fault, if I may say so.”
“Far from it.”
“The farthest.”
“And what did you need my help for?” Victoria asked patiently.
“See, the spell needs three wielders to succeed.”
“Three witches, to be precise.”
“And who would be more inclined, more perfectly suited to complete our trio than you?”
Victoria could think of a handful of people better suited; the matter of inclination was another one entirely but she chose to remain silent.
“Shall we begin then?”
Victoria was still at a loss for what was about to happen when she was directed to stand at the head of the stone, with Selene and Ethel facing each other on its side.
“You might want to take that,” Selene whispered to Victoria, producing a densely written note from the folds of her skirt. “We have it memorised.”
Victoria was just about to ask what she meant when Selene and Ethel began chanting, in grave, hushed voices that didn’t sound like them at all.
“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries ‘Tis time, ‘tis time.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.”
They began moving to circle the stone altar with the now bubbling cauldron, underneath which Ethel had set fire.
“Toad that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltere’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.”
Selene reached into her bag and pulled out a stoppered bottle which looked suspiciously like the ones Professor Sharp had on display behind his desk in the Potions classroom. She held it over the cauldron and shook its contents inside. The slimy green something that had fallen out sank to the bottom, and Selene and Ethel continued to sing, in a much louder, almost gleeful voice,
“Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
“Hold on,” Victoria cried out. “Did you drag me out here to enact a play?”
“We never would even think of dragging you.”
“You walked quite by yourself.”
“And this is not any stupid spell from any stupid play we are putting to the test here. This is Macbeth!”
“By the greatest poet of all times.”
“The master of words.”
“The bard of bards.”
Wearily, Victoria held a hand up and the stream of chatter ceased. “And does Professor Sharp know you stole… borrowed one of his cauldrons and ingredients?”
Ethel and Selene exchanged a glance that had the sinking feeling in Victoria’s stomach intensify. She stifled the sigh lodged in her chest.
“Go on then.”
Breaking into smiles, Ethel began rummaging through her bag again, while Selene reached across the stone to squeeze Victoria’s hand. The chanting recommenced as Ethel produced a small parcel. In places, moisture had already seeped through the parchment, and Victoria could only briefly glimpse something reddish as its contents were tossed into the cauldron.
“Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s legs and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
ike a hell-broth boil and bubble.”
They continued in that fashion as ingredient after ingredient made its way into the cauldron. Selene and Ethel seemed to have acquired everything the recipe listed, adding newts’ eyes and lizards’ legs with more and more glee as the potion boiled up and began changing its colour, bathing the clearing in an eerily green glow.
“Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse…”
“You didn’t actually put someone’s liver in there, did you?” Victoria asked with wide eyes.
“No,” said Ethel and sounded almost regretful. “A piece of someone’s liver is surprisingly hard to come by.”
Victoria chose not to comment on this. “Then what did you put in just now?”
“We got some calf liver from the kitchens. Did you have any luck with the Tartar’s lips, Selly?”
“No,” sighed Selene, “and not with the nose of Turk either. I asked Nilüfer Sultan if she cared to help out but she wouldn’t hear of it.”
“How rude.”
“Don’t you think so?”
“So can we go back now if you don’t have everything to complete the spell?”
“Oh Victoria, don’t be silly,” Selene laughed. “A good witch knows how to adapt!”
With pinched fingers, she pulled a tissue from her pocket and let it float into the cauldron, topping it up with something that Victoria could only assume to be a handful of ground meat. She and Ethel took up singing again.
“Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.”
Ethel produced a slender vial from her now empty bag, unstoppered it and poured some red liquid into the cauldron. She and Selene exchanged excited looks and stepped forward to peer inside. Victoria did not. The eerie green glow from before had vanished, the colour of the potion they had brewed changing disconcertingly fast. The soft sound of the bubbling had given way to a deeper rumble, too, making the metal pot shake on the stone altar.
“What exactly did you brew there?”
“We brewed a potion most potent and most fantastical.”
“Dare I say, the potion of potions.”
“I gathered,” said Victoria, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear and watching the quivering cauldron from the corner of her eye. “But what does it do?”
Selene and Ethel stopped in their tracks.
“What do you mean, what does it do?”
“What are its effects? What’s going to happen now?” Victoria paled as a thought struck her. “I’m not going to drink it if that’s what you intended.”
“Well, in the play, Macbeth is supposed to see apparitions telling him of his fate now.”
“There is no Macbeth here, though, and no apparitions either.”
Ethel and Selene looked at each other shrugging, as if the thought had only now occurred to them. Feeling suddenly more stupid than possibly endangered, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I can’t believe you two,” she sternly told her friends. “Every time I think you can’t get anymore silly you top my expectations. Not only that you drag me away from the Halloween feast in the middle of the night to clamber over sticks and stones with a stolen - yes, Ethel, stolen - cauldron, you didn’t even spent a thought at the purpose of such a doing, or what might possibly come off it!”
“But we did!” Selene protested loudly. She was barely audible of the rumble of the potion. It splashed higher and higher, and glowed brighter and brighter, coming up as high as if someone had thrown a stone into water. “In the play —“
“‘Play’ being the operative word here,” Victoria scoffed. “Did you really think I would fancy seeing a severed head and a bloody baby telling me about my doom?” She snorted. “Pray, forgive me if I do decline.”
Selene looked torn between feeling sorry to have upset her friend and the righteous urge to prove Victoria wrong, while Ethel geared herself up to defend their endeavour. Before it could come to it, however, the light changed yet again. With a resounding boom, the cauldron shot up into the air and came crashing down with a loud bang, bouncing off one of the vertical stones as it did so.
Victoria and Ethel gasped as they jumped away from the glowing drops flying their way. Selene shrieked and pressed Alan to her chest with one hand, rubbing at a stain on her skirt with the other. The formerly peaceful, moonlit clearing was reduced to chaos, but when suddenly a low, agony-filled moan reached them from the blackness of the trees, the three girls and one ferret froze.
Alan gave a whimper, clambering up onto Selene’s shoulder. Selene held him and stroked his fur, but her excitedly glittering eyes were trained on the darkness ahead. She started towards it with a couple of determined steps, but Victoria caught her by her sleeve and pulled her back. Reluctantly, she turned and followed her fleeing friends, quick footsteps carrying them away from the stone circle and back towards the castle.
When they were gone, the moaning and groaning stopped. A rustle sounded in the underbrush beyond the clearing, and from the darkness four figures emerged, three of them grinning broadly, and one not so much, slowly trailing behind the others. They approached the clearing, standing in the middle of the exploded potion with three of them on one side, and the remaining on the other.
“Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen,” said Gabriel Sapieha, watching his vandalised surroundings with a look of profound satisfaction.
“Anytime, old chap.” Bradford Pendleton hooked the toe of his boot under the handle of the cauldron and pushed it back into a standing position. Curiously, he peered inside. “Who would have thought that my tempering with potion recipes would not result in failure for once?”
“Carolyn Nyberg would be proud of you.”
Brady chuckled. “I certainly hope not. Good aim, Mercury.”
“Thank you. Did you see their faces?” asked Lysander Mercury with a grin. He screwed up his face and it morphed into the features of Ethel Hexley, her eyes wide and her mouth rounded to a perfect circle as Ethel-Lysander waved his arms above his head in a hysterical gesture. He held his stomach as he laughed. “This was priceless, gentlemen, absolutely priceless.”
“If you say so,” Jim Hexley mumbled, watching as the hair on his friend’s head turned back to its original golden shade and he looked like himself again. “Are we quite done now? There are honeyed cakes at the feast. I’d be loath to miss them.”
“Not afraid of the dark, are we, old chap?”
Jim was spared a reply when something - or someone? - moved beyond the treeline. A low howl carried through the moonlit night toward them, swelling in volume and pitch. The boys in the clearing looked at each other uneasily. Jim swallowed.
“It hasn’t worked, though, has it? The potion?”
“Don’t be a fool, Hexley,” said Lysander, but he didn’t look away from where the howl had come from. “It is bound to be a wolf or something.”
“You sound like that wouldn't be a problem in itself.”
The howling took up again. The four boys looked up at the full moon hanging silvery above their heads and back at each other.
“I say we make for the castle,” Gabriel suggested in a light tone but his eyes never left the shadow of the trees. “My friends are eager to hear of our success, and we wouldn’t want Jim to miss his honeyed cakes, would we?”
They all agreed, and so left the clearing. One by one they stepped onto the path leading under the canopy of trees, which Jim could swear looked darker than it had upon their arrival. He was the last to follow, and he cast one look back at the stone circle across his shoulder. The cauldron still sat where it had fallen, now upright again, in a ring of glowing specks of potion, which shimmered ominously in the moonlight.
A shiver running down his spine, Jim turned away, hurrying his steps to catch up with his friends toward the warmth and safety of the brightly lit castle.
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Ismahan Sultan & Sehzade Mustafa - the tragic siblings of Nilüfer Sultan
in 1884, Elif Kadin gave birth to a fair and beautiful girl whom the valide sultan called Ismahan, who had a promising future ahead. she was betrothed at age 10 to a prominent soldier who'd soon be promoted when he married the young sultana once her 16th birthday dawned. however, her life was cut short as influenza hit the country, taking many lives, among them the poor, young sultana. her sister was called to nurse her, but all tries were in vain. young ismahan died on her sister and mother's arms, both their wails clinging upon the harem's walls.
sehzade mustafa was born on 1888 and grew to be a healthy and handsome man, being a perfect mix of his valide mother and the sultan. despite having many brothers, he was as loved, though was often fallen in the shadows due to his young age. on his 17th birthday, he was given his own province and a prominent harem, and dutifully started to see his most beautiful and talented concubines. however, seven months into his province, he caught syphilis and many doctors treated him. not being able to help the young sehzade, his family was called and was given his last rites before being sedated so he wouldn't be completely in pain. his death destroyed his mother and sister most, who bellowed of pure pain during his burial.
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hp ocs + the most liked profiles
So I had this idea and I told myself "If I make it through the exams, I'm making a top most popular profiles video edit!" and here it is!! The quality could be better, but I'm proud of it 🤍🫡
#hp victorian era#oc: primrose sabrina gray#oc: lihuan wei#mc: isabelle dubois#oc: beatrice brown#oc: sara rosier#oc: nilüfer sultan#oc: mary ann von deyne#hphm#magic awakened#myedit*#mine*video#mine*
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happy birthday nilüfer sultan!!! feb 18th
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If they had a kid: Nilüfer & Simon and/or Prim & William?
Nimon's daughter
Name: Hermione Hümasha Battersea
Gender: She/her
General Appearance: Brown skin, icy blue eyes and long, thick hair, hands decorated with henna
Personality: Reserved, quiet, kind, curious and studious
Special Talents: Speaks multiple languages from Western Asian and Central Europe
Who they like better: Simon
Who they take after more: Simon
Personal Headcanon: As an act of daughter-ly devotion, she never married nor had children, thus avoiding passing down hemophilia
Faceclaim: Aishwarya Rai
Prim and William's daughter in They Do Marry AU (aka Never My Love)
Name: Genevieve Shannon Devlin
Gender: She/her
General Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, short and slender, kind appearance
Personality: Kind, artsy, but with a strong temper
Special Talents: Fences very well like his father
Who they like better: William
Who they take after more: Both
Personal Headcanon: She has two marriages: one out of convenience and the other out of love when she's in her 30s
Faceclaim: Jessica Brown Findlay
#asks#if they had a child meme#nimon#oc: nilüfer sultan#simon battersea#oc: primrose gray#william devlin
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Official OC Ships
FOUNDERS ERA
Brunhilda of Cologne x Mathilde Coventry [ @camillejeaneshphm ] x Lachlann Doherty [ @hphmmatthewluther ]
Henriette of Wessex x Frederick of Kent [ @that-scouse-wizard ]
Sancha Delgado x Betwixt, Monarch of the Changelings [ @hphmmatthewluther ]
Luxia Thorne x Evander Mountmorris [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]
next gen;
Dayana of Glasgow x Sam Doherty [ @camillejeaneshphm ]
Odalric the Red x Matilda of Essex
Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant [ @cursedvaultss ]
THE RISING ERAS
Matteo Somerset x Sancia D'Este
Ipolytta Howard x Thomas Somerset x Drystan Gaunt [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]
HPHL
Primrose Gray x Malcolm Stolberg-Burke [ @gaygryffindorgal ]
Cecilia Balinor x Lavinia Wakefield [ @gaygryffindorgal ]
Jesse Seymour x Nadia Erbland [ @gcldensnitch ]
Beatrice Brown x Orla Atkinson [ @nightmaresart ]
Blanche Dubois x Lionel Astor [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]
Ernest di Napoli x Abigail Bennett [ @mjs-oc-corner ]
Adonis Demiurgos x Minerva Kennedy [ @unfortunate-arrow ]
Marcellus Thorne x Victoria Montgomery [ @nightmaresart ]
Nilufer Sultan x Simon Battersea [ @unfortunate-arrow ]
Phineas Falcon x Hestia Herron [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]
Emmeline Falcon x Abraham Alden [ @cursed-herbalist ]
Sara Rosier x Carmine Elderberry [ @potionboy3 ]
Lihuan Wei x Noelle Brenton [ @magicallymalted ]
Lucie Cromwell x Thane Greenaway [ @potionboy3 ]
Ambrose Cromwell x Melinda Ives [ @kathrynalicemc ]
FBAWTFT
Jude Dubois x Caspar Brokenshire [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]
Vincent Somerset x Margaret Taylor [ @camillejeaneshphm ]
Enya Thorne x Robert Astor
Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy x Iolanthe Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]
Albert Rosier x Ruth Marchmont [ @potionboy3 ]
RIDDLE ERA
Elodie Dubois x Lyubomir Vulchanov [ @magicallymalted ]
Lawrence Somerset x Millicent Abbott
MARAUDER’S ERA
Denise Shannon x Remus Lupin
Delphine Vixen x Bessilyn Quinn [ @gaygryffindorgal ]
Sybil Vixen x Valentina de Valerio [ @camillejeaneshphm ]
Rue Selwyn x Regulus Black
HPHM
Isabelle Dubois x Penny Haywood
Valentina Somerset x Caiden Solace [ @camillejeaneshphm ]
Semele Thorne x Kaari Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]
GOLDEN ERA
Rocío Gallardo x Trinity Reynolds [ @hphmmatthewluther ]
Almudena Gallardo x Neville Longbottom
Jimena Gallardo x Jebron Perphyra [ @nicos-oc-hell ]
HPMA
Mary Ann Von Deyne x Gabrielle Blanchet [ @nightmaresart ]
Harry Seymour x Savannah Bradford [ @mjs-oc-corner ]
Lennox Arcano-Thorne x TBD [ @gcldensnitch ]
Diana Somerset x Tiberius Dormer
Shreya Battersea-Parsons x John Arthur [ @potionboy3 ] x Kevin Farrell
NON-HP OCS
Lady Marie Beauchamp x Eloise Bridgerton
Lisbeth Foy x Ada Thorne
Esmeralda Yakovsdotter x Genya Safin
#oc: primrose sabrina gray#oc: cecilia balinor#oc: jesse seymour#oc: beatrice brown#oc: blanche dubois#oc: ernest di napoli#oc: adonis demiurgos#oc: marcellus thorne#oc: nilüfer sultan#oc: phineas falcon#oc: emmeline falcon#oc: sara rosier#oc: lihuan wei#oc: lucie cromwell#oc: ambrose cromwell#grayburke#vinnilia#jadia#orlatrice#blyle#erbigail#aderva#martoria#nimon#phestia#abeline#roseberry#noelle x lihuan#thanie#melbrose
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💗 + Aderva and Nimon, please?
aderva & nimon (noe's version)
#asks#ask game#oc: adonis demiurgos#oc: nilüfer sultan#minerva kennedy#simon battersea#myedit*#mine*
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Nilüfer for the under appreciated OC asks, please?
Nilüfer in Ottoman clothes in the 13th, 16th, 17th and 19th century
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top hp ocs of mine i wouldn’t fuck with and why
idea from @gaygryffindorgal
1. gisella baptiste
she has age on her side, she’s smart and learns fast. she can and will fight you with both magic and her own fists. has learned several martial arts, used to be a street kid who was later trained by none other than Rex Brokenshire ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) himself so uh... that’s a no for me kwsnwjkd
2. nilufer sultan
bro i mean... her father’s the freaking sultan!!! and though she’s not that powerful in the harem or the hierarchy, she has servants and many pasas willing to send executioners to your room. she’s, after all, a sultana by blood. her wishes are orders, including killing you.
3. blanche dubois
i mean, she’s a dragonologist!! i wouldn’t want to fuck with a woman who only needs to say the word and her dragons will burn you alive. besides, she can and will fight you and probably win so uh... another no for me
4. delphine vixen
she’s from a powerful and dangerous family, from the og Phoenix Resistance, escaped Voldemort and trained by Alastor Moody himself, as well as being an excellent fighter of martial arts in her own right, delphine makes it to the list of un-fuckable character
5. lady primrose gray
the queen herself, she’s friends with a freaking royal prince, a 700 yo vampire and her husband’s an earl, but what makes her powerful is her own lineage: she’s skilled in wandless magic, has the smarts, wits and bravery, as well as a sense of duty and will do anything to keep her birthright. duelled a powerful duke and won with a freaking longsword, not to mention she always gets what she wants and becomes a powerful woman on her own right, primrose is in the un-fuckable list
6. cecilia balinor
from a powerful pureblooded family, she becomes a powerful and dangerous hit witch and feared by many. she’s got knowledge of ancient magic so uh... another no for me
7. marcellus thorne
an influential socialite, he has enough money to either have you silent or gone from the country, he has the perfect contacts to end you. he’s also a very skilled duellist so... another no for me
8. adonis demiurgos
a champion dueller, he doesn’t like violence... but will do what it takes for his loved ones, and has that gryffindor bravado so... another nope for me
9. lihuan wei
she’s a freaking samurai, and so was her father, who’s a friend of the Chinese emperor and can and will cut you in half... ten years with the female samurais is no joke. another nope for me
10. atticus demiurgos-kennedy
the son of adonis, he’s x10 times smarter than anybody, ambitious and his wife is the magiens magister, who’s also a skilled witch. i pity you if they team up to kill you... another no for me
11. elodie dubois
one of the first to resist voldemort, she knew him personally and is a doctor... she doesn’t only know how to fix you, she also knows how to break you to the point of rendering you useless for anything, and her temper is no joke and is also a niece of blanche so uh... nope thanks smwjd
12. brunhilda of cologne
one of salazar’s most powerful allies, she’s got knowledge and skill from very ancient magic, is the ancestor of blanche and elodie, she doesn’t need a wand to effing destroy you and have breakfast with your bones. another nope for me
13. semele thorne
descendant of marcellus, she’s very rich and popular, and knows everyone’s business, so she’ll know everything about you in no time, and will destroy you with that. she also is an skilled dueller and fighter so that’s a nope for me
14. lennox arcano-thorne
the fact that she’s an arcano makes her dangerous, but also a daughter of semele?? boy you’re done. because she’s a necromancer and the moment she rips off her gloves, you’re done for. another nope for me
15. ernest di napoli
last but not least, mr di napoli here used to be italian nobility, is a skilled dueller who kicked his father’s ass out of the country in a very difficuly duel, is an athlete and rich enough to end you himself.
#lmk which one you'd rank where!!#oc: gisella baptiste#oc: nilüfer sultan#oc: blanche dubois#oc: primrose sabrina gray#oc: cecilia balinor#oc: marcellus thorne#oc: adonis demiurgos#oc: lihuan wei#oc: atticus demiurgos kennedy#oc: elodie dubois#oc: brunhilde of cologne#oc: lennox arcano thorne#oc: ernest di napoli
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HPHL LADIES ANCIENT GREECE AU
Primrose Gray as the goddess of wisdom, perseverance, and diplomacy
Cecilia Balinor as the goddess of war, and feminine rage
Blanche Dubois as the goddess of marriage, fertility (especially bearing sons) and success
Beatrice Brown as a priestess of Persephone
Nilüfer Sultan as Princess of Persia
Sara Rosier as goddess of love, desire, mutual attraction and beauty, especially feminine
Gisella Baptiste as the goddess of the moon and the night
Divya Parsons as the goddess of kidness, tranquility, protector of the home's fire and good crops
Mandy Parkinson as the goddess of deceit, conceit and discord
Made with this dolldivine
I dare @cursebreakerfarrier @hufflefluffs @camillejeaneshphm @unfortunate-arrow @thatravenpuffwitch @kc-and-co @beloved-bucky @the-al-chemist @slytherindisaster @kathrynalicemc @lifeofkaze @gaygryffindorgal @gcldensnitch to make their own Ancient Greece AU. If you aren't well versed in the era, do hmu and I'll happily help. My DMs and asks are open
#hogwarts legacy#hphl#oc: primrose sabrina gray#harry potter: hogwarts legacy#oc: blanche dubois#oc: cecilia balinor#oc: sara rosier#oc: gisella baptiste#oc: mandy parkinson#oc: beatrice brown#oc: nilüfer sultan#oc: divya parsons#hphl au#ancient greece au#hphl ladies
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6, 9, 14, and 21 for Simon and Nile, please?
6. Who were the first people to find out about the engagement? How did they react?
The Sultan, of course, and the Valide Sultan (Queen Mother), as well as Nile's mother Elif Hatun
6. Show us a mood/stimboard of their wedding's general aesthetic
1) The dress details 2) Talking to the concubines 3) more dress details 4) Receiving a gift from the sultan 4) a toast to the newlyweds! 5) Desk details 6) more desk details 7) flowers 8) Receiving a gift from the valide sultan
Do they follow any familiar, cultural, and/or religious traditions at any point of the wedding?
Apart from some Ottoman customs, there's also a Catholic priest to give blessings to the couple and their wedding is celebrated for five days and five nights in Constantinople (actual Istanbul)
Do they have a honeymoon? Where to? How soon after?
They do! Valide Sultan arranged it: giving them a palace in Usküdar and Simon takes her afterwards to Ireland after the big celebrations in the capital
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Nimon x Alladin
Tagging @unfortunate-arrow because Simon belongs to her and @magicallymalted because this au was her idea
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𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒙 𝑵𝒊𝒍ü𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏 = “𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.”
My half of the aesthetic trade with @unfortunate-arrow ♡
#hogwarts legacy#hphl#oc: nilüfer sultan#simon battersea#simon x nilüfer#nimon#aesthetic trade#mine*edit#sorry for being so late... had to go to sleep early and saw the notif when I woke up#I hope I made them justice!!#the Emma quote gave me nimon vibes
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