#occamy writes

[black-occamy]

A Stardew Valley AU that is a crossover with Potterverse.

Harvey is secretly a kind-hearted werewolf, falling in love with a cheeky and pink-haired farmer named Dora, who has moved to the Tonks farm she inherited, after leaving her job in (Aurors) law enforcement.

Everyone in the valley knows about magic. However, for unknown (lazy plot) reasons, the magic works a little differently there.

Rasmodius graduated from Hogwarts on the same year McGonagall did.

IDK I just can't stop thinking about it.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv meets hp #sdv au #sdv harvey #remadora #seasons of the changing moon valley #occamy writes

[timsstims]

[ ♪ ] At Least I Have Nothing / Saint Motel

vibrates violently with romantic intent

#tim’s stims #( @ ) us #( @ ) cadavers #( ! ) do not tag id/kin/x.o unless @ #( : ) not requested #( & ) tl #87-MARI-027 : 44-CHI-011 #( & ) system #[ H ] 🍻 #stim #stimboard #rings #fashion #gif #aesthetic #animal #snake #occamy #writing #candle #green #red #blue #brown #beige #black #yellow #harry potter #hogwarts #( <3 ) favourites

[pssysht]

semi- colon ~ drarry part 1.

top draco

bottom harry

~ Use a semicolon to join two related independent clauses in place of a comma and a coordinating conjunction

‘but sir!’ harry protests, completely infuriated by snapes decision to pair draco and himself together for a potion assignment.

‘i don’t wish to hear it mr potter.’ snape mumbled as his cloak swished behind him and he sauntered back to the front of the room.

‘now your lab partners have been…allocated…you have 1 week, no more no less, to gather ingredients… and to create Felix Felicis goo… a… perfect… batch..’

harry groaned as snape slowly and painfully talked, rolling his eyes he looked over at malfoy who was already glaring at him. harry scoffed and faced the front again. this is ridiculous. it’s as if snape wanted harry to die, which now that he thought about it, was probably the exact reason they were paired together.

as harry collected his books and scurried out of the room his arm was caught by a strong grip. he turned to see a seething malfoy.

‘ok potter. seen as we have no choice. slytherin dorms at 8’ he scoffed before shoving past harry. harry’s jaw dropped at the sheer audacity of him. ordering him around like he’s his secretary. he shook his head, leaving the room finally to meet hermione and ron.

‘blimey harry, i wouldn’t want to be you right now’ ron laughed as harry explained his painful hour in potions.

‘thanks ron’ harry’s voice dull and unimpressed.

‘well i think you’ll have the best chance at creating the brew as malfoy is the best at potions’ hermione tried to share some light in the situation but harry just groaned and slammed his head against the dining table, unable to see the positives of spending a week after school with draco malfoy.

as it turned 8 o’clock harry stood by the slytherin entrance, waiting to be allowed in as the painting glared at him.

‘what?’ harry whispered annoyingly at the portrait who just turned his nose up and looked away. suddenly the door flew open as pansy parkinson allowed him in.

‘his rooms over to the right’ she sighed before walking away quickly. harry looked over to see a large oak door with the words ‘enter you die’ written in red ink over the wood. harry scoffed before knocking harshly, just wanting to get this night over with.

the door opened slowly and malfoy stood in a simple black shirt and sweatpants, opening the door wider for him. harry slipped in without a word before looking around and realising it to be a private dorm, with only one bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a small chest at the foot of the bed.

‘of course’ harry laughed before dramatically dropping his bag on the floor and sitting on the chest.

‘so… what’s the plan’ harry asked as he looked back at malfoy who had already sat back down at his desk turned away from the boy.

‘was hoping you’d have the answer to that potter’ he sneered and spun around waiting. harry sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment with a quill.

‘what are the ingredients’ harry said, boredom dripping from his voice.

‘4 oz dragon liver ooze, 1/2 teaspoon occamy shell, 1 teaspoon squill bulb juice, 2-3 drops salamander blood, dash of murtlap tentacles.’ draco said way too quickly for harry’s hand to scribble down.

‘you lost me at 1/2 teaspoon’

draco groans before grabbing his wand and casting harry’s quill to pull away from harry’s hand to write the ingredients quickly.

‘ok… so what now’ harry’s unimpressed expression clear.

draco threw his head forward and sighed, he stood up, pushing harry off the chest and opening it up, grabbing a jar from the bottom corner. before he could close it harry saw a stack off old leather notepads, and almost giggled at the obviousness of draco malfoy keeping a diary for every year at hogwarts.

‘this is the squill bulb juice, tomorrow we will have to find a salamander.’ draco holds the jar up to harry’s face, its contents swishing around slowly, glowing in the slight darkness of the room.

‘fine’ harry scoffed before picking up his bag and leaving, there was not a single point of that interaction, he could have been playing chess with ron or watching neville dance around the room in his fancy shoes. anything is more entertaining than that small time spent with him.

the next morning he’s rudely awoken by ron shaking him.

‘dracos waiting for you mate’ ron laughed as harry slammed his head back into his pillow and screamed.

as he threw on his clothes he cursed the day malfoy was born, how if his mother didn’t find lucius the slightest bit attractive he could be sleeping in right now, rather than spending the morning with a blonde slightly attrac- annoying git.

‘why do i have such the pleasure to see your face so early in the morning malfoy’ harry complains as he steps out of the gryfindor dorm. draco rolls his eyes before turning and walking away. is he seriously asking him to follow behind?

either way harry drags his feet behind him, waiting to be told the reason for his early bird morning. draco continues to walk as he leaves the castle, entering the small wooded area, thankfully less scary than the forbidden forest a few miles to the right.

they come across a lake, filled with weird creatures.

‘get in’ draco says his first words, and harry looks at him with his mouth open.

‘you’re kidding’ harry protests, standing back slightly. draco shakes his head and aggressively points to the water edge.

‘we need salamander blood’ he shrugs. potter looks at him in disbelief as he turns his head from draco to the water and back to draco repeatedly.

‘why don’t you get in’ harry is for sure not being woken up before the sun has even really revealed itself and then forced into a cold lake. draco looks at him with his eyebrow raised, of course hes not going in.

‘i have the first ingredient already in my room, it’s your responsibility to find the next.’ he states matter of factly. harry slowly approaches the water edge, seeing multiple creatures resembling the one he’s looking for, as he’s about to turn around draco pushes his rather harshly into the water. harry gasps as the cold water hits his body. he lays in shock until a loud laugh is heard from behind him, he turns to see draco keeled over in a fit of laughter, slapping his knee.

‘malfoy… you’re going to die’ harry explains calmly, before reaching for his wand and forcing draco into the water too. draco’s face forces harry into a fit of laughter too, his hair flat to his head.

harry looks around and notices the ruckus they made entering the water scared all the salamanders away, except for a small one with its tail stuck under dracos leg.

‘draco don’t move’ harry explains calmly, his hand slowly reaching for his leg. draco being draco screams at the unknown and jumps out of the water.

‘what.the.fuck’ harry sighs as the only creature left in this lake rushes away.

and so, draco and harry spent the next hour jumping and diving to catch a salamander, finally capturing an old slow one. as they walk back to the castle, dripping wet and freezing, harry realised this morning had actually been a little enjoyable, minus the fact draco was there too.

‘see you same time tomorrow potter’ malfoy mutters before walking the opposite direction to shower.

‘wait wha-‘

and he kept his promise, the next morning harry is yet again woken up at the crack of dawn to sneak into snapes cupboard of ingredients for dragon liver ooze, which may be cheating but how exactly are they supposed to retrieve it the traditional way without dying?

‘you barely survived the tournament with the dragon, this is easier’ draco whispered as they snuck into the very small cupboard. their backs touch as they search opposite walls scouring for the bottle.

‘you know if we get caught im going to blame this entirely on you’ harry said while still scanning each isle. draco chuckles and suddenly throws himself back into harry, causing potters hand to swipe a bottle of pearl dust off the shelf, resulting in a very shimmery explosion as it smashed against the floor.

‘malfoy! you’re going to get us killed!’ harry yelled, trying to scoop up the substance. draco just smirked before leaning over harry, grabbing the bottle they were searching for and dashes out the door, leaving a very incriminating scene for harry to explain. harry curses and dashes out the room, catching up to malfoy out of breath.

‘we are so gunna get caught’ he says as he heavily breathes, leaning onto the wall. malfoy shrugs before walking away, promising to see him the next morning.

#harry potter #harry/draco #top draco malfoy #bottom harry potter #drarry

[everettemontgomery]

Between sixth and seventh year, Everette was attacked by a werewolf while out camping with his uncle. This resulted in a broken wand, and a near death experience on Everettes behalf. Everettes uncle so happened to be a wizard who believed death was a better fate than lycanthropy, but Everette, terified of death, refused to let him watch them die. Everette didnt speak to Linus for a while after that. He keeps his broken wand, at least the bits of it je could collect, in a little jar. As something of a good luck charm. His new wand is made from Fir wood, River monster spine and is 10 inches. Shorter than the last one but equally as swell. Everette himself is quite adept at wandless magic and while some would brand him insane, has quite the bond with his wand. Which is what allows him to be able to transfigure his wand into a staff. When hes not using it that is.

After graduating Hogwarts, Ev goes on to become a Magizoolologist. He specializes in Occamies and Werewolves. He gets to live in his own special little cabin in coastal finland and have a happy little life rehabilitation Fantastic Beasts. And also defaming the Ministry. And also defaming MACUSA. Everette is the D1 "Vote the fuckers out" advocate. Occasionally he returns to Hogwarts as well, as something as a guest speaker for the Care of Magical creatures class. He likes to bring in one of the beasts hes currently rehabilitating to help teach students more about them.

And, just to spit in the Ministries face even more; Everette writes books about his time at Hogwarts. And publishes it for muggles. Its branded as fantasy, and obviously theres details changed for peoples safety. But it's not TECHNICALLY in violation of any rule or statute and Everette has quite a time of it.

#hp magic awakened #hpma oc #hp oc #harry potter #magic awakened oc #talking #talking about ocs

[kywaslost]

A Dangerous Moment - Newt Scamander

A/N: I’m writing this for @newtscamanderimagines because they asked for someone to write this and I absolutely love this idea! Hope it turned out alright!

Request: Reader is female (15) and she absolutely loves all of the creatures he owns. However, one day something happens. One dangerous creature attacked her making her depressed and way too sad and scared to go back in his case. Cried all month etc. Tickles for cheer up?

Newt Scamander would tell his brother that he was at first afraid to let his little sister, you, to stay with him at first. You were only a teenager, 15 years old. He didn’t know how you’d feel benign around his creatures all the time, feeding them and interacting with them. But he gave you a chance, letting you move in with him and traveling with him as long as the trip wasn’t too far.

You surprised Newt, however, during your first night at his home. After you had gone to bed, Newt placed his suitcase down on the floor in his bedroom and climbed down into the zoo that was his suitcase. But after a few hours of sleep, you felt something climb on top of you and sit on your legs. You stirred, trying to move your legs but the weight was too heavy. When you opened your eyes, you were shocked to see a creature sitting on your legs.

“Hi,” you said gently, sitting upright slowly. “You’re a Demiguise, aren’t you?” The creature looked at you with wide blue eyes, then reached its long arms out to you. You let the creature wrap its arms around your neck and legs around your waist, then you stood. Slowly you made your way to Newt’s room. “Are you Dougal?” You asked the Demiguise and it nodded softly.

Newt wasn’t in his room, but you spotted his suitcase and opened it slowly. Making your way down the ladder, you felt the Demiguise grip you a bit tighter. You reached the bottom and your eyes widened in aw. There were magical creatures everywhere. You could see an occamy nest in the distance, and a thunderbird, too.

“This is awesome!” you exclaimed.

Dougal unwrapped himself from you and fell to the ground, taking your hand in his as he dragged you through the case. You followed, looking around at all the creatures as you were making your way through the case. Soon enough, you could see your older brother feeding mooncalves, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The wizard caught a glimpse of you through the corner of his eye, and did a double take, “Y/N? Why are you down here? You shouldn’t be here!” He abandoned the mooncalves as Dougal let go of your hand and climbed onto Newt’s back. “You could get hurt!”

Your eyes dimmed slightly, and you lost some of your smile. “I’m sorry. Dougal woke me up. I brought him back here and he led me to you.” You looked away from your brother. “I’m sorry, I’ll go back to bed. Sorry to bother you.”

You turned to walk away, but said one thing before you left. “Oh, and the Nifflers are sniffling. I noticed while Dougal brought me back here. You might want to check that out.”

“Wait.” You turned back to your brother, hair falling in your face and hiding Newt slightly. “You know what some of my creatures are?”

You moved the hair from your eyes and nodded. “I read your book, Newt. And sometimes I read articles about them.” You shrugged, turning away again. “But it’s no big deal. Just let me know if you need any help. I know a few things.”

From that night on, Newt let you work with him and his creatures. He had rules, though. He had to be with you whenever you were working with a dangerous creature, or one you didn’t know how to handle. Over time you were allowed to work with almost all of the creatures in Newt’s case, though.

You loved your new ‘job’ so much. You got to work with creatures as well as spend quality time with your brother. Everything was perfect until one night. You were feeding the nifflers before turning in for the night, having already fed the other creatures that Newt allowed you to tend to. As you were scooping handfuls of weeds and shrubs into the nifflers’ feeding bowls, your wand fell out of your pocket and rolled a few feet away. Thinking nothing of it, you got up from your kneeled position at the bucket of plants and walked over to your wand.

You noticed a hole in the ground near where your wand landed. You spared it a quick thought, noting how you didn’t remember seeing that hole there earlier. Then you kneeled down to pick up your wand.

You felt it before you saw it. A stinging pain coursing through your body, radiating from your hand. You cried out in pain, falling back on your butt as you gripped your hand to your chest. You could see a creature scurrying away out of the corner of your eye. You hadn’t ever seen it before, and you were sure you knew every creature in Newt’s case by now.

The pain quickly became too much to bear and your screaming was getting louder. You couldn’t sit up, tilting to the side and collapsing on your back. Your vision was fading, but you could hear something off in the distance. Through your faded gaze you could see Newt running towards you, then he was beside you.

You couldn’t remember much after that.

You wouldn’t go back into Newt’s case after that night. Even now, two weeks later, you haven’t even been able to look at a creature without bursting into tears and going into a panic. The only one you could stand to see was Picket, but only because you had been around him for years.

Newt was on edge, he’d admit. He wasn’t sure how to help you. He was so petrified when he heard you screaming that night. He thought you were being attacked by Grindlewald and his followers. But then, as he was running to you, he saw one of his venomous creatures running away from where he could hear you screaming.

You were pretty much out of it by the time he got to you. You were still conscious but Newt knew what creature had bit you, judging by the wound on your hand and said creature running past him earlier. There was no one attacking you, which was somewhat of a plus. But that didn’t change the fact that Newt was scared out of his mind. He knew how dangerous that creature was, and he wasn’t even sure how it had escaped its enclosure, but that was another problem for another time.

Newt had to pick you up and carry you back to the shed at the entrance of his case, quickly digging through all of his remedies and medicines to find what would help ease the pain and fight of the venom from the creature that bit you.

Once you recovered, you wouldn’t step foot anywhere near Newt’s case. To be honest, it saddened him that you no longer wanted to help him care for his creatures, but he understood why you were so afraid. The one thing he didn’t know how to handle, however, was the fact that you rarely left your room nowadays. He’d come in, bringing meals for the both of you and eating with you., but that was all he really could do. You spent a lot of time crying, he could hear it through the walls. You didn’t speak much anymore, either. Newt wasn’t sure if your actions were out of pure fear or if they were unknown side-effects from the treated venom.

He tried talking to Thesius, but his brother wasn’t much help. In fact, Thesius wasn’t happy with Newt for letting you around his creatures. In fact, he said, “Newt. This is your problem. Now you fix it.” What a beautiful brotherly support.

Eventually Newt had had enough. You needed to at least go outside and see some sunlight. You were looking worse and worse every day and he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. So one afternoon he gently knocked on your door and entered your room.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted quietly. “Can you please come outside with me? You need to see some sunlight.”

Your red puffy eyes glanced up to him. You had been crying again. “No thank you.” Newt sighed, lowering himself to sit beside you on your bed. He looked upset, and you couldn’t help but think that it was because of you. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m worried about you,” Newt admitted. “I know you’re afraid of my creatures now, and that’s ok. But please, you need to take care of yourself and I’d like you to at least see some sunlight.”

You shook your head slowly. “No. There could be creatures out there.”

Newt took a moment to think, then grinned slightly. As he turned to face you, you tilted your head in confusion. “What?” His movements were too fast for you and you had no time to defend yourself. Newt pushed himself forward, forcing you to lay down on the bed as he pinned you down. Then his fingers glided over your sides, causing a loud laugh to burst out of you. You tried to push Newt off of you and he continued ‘torturing’ you but it was no use. He was much bigger and stronger than you, and you didn’t stand a chance against him.

Newt continued to tickle you until you couldn’t breathe and he was concerned you’d begin to hyperventilate. Your brother finally leaned back, giving you room to move away from him, still giggling. “Why’d you do that?” you asked through gasping breaths.

Newt smiled softly. “Because I’m tired of seeing you so upset. If you won’t go outside then maybe at least I can get you to smile here inside.”

You scooted over to sit next to your brother, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Newt. Hopefully I’ll get comfortable enough again to work with your creatures soon.”

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beast the secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindlewald #fabtcg #newt scamander comfort #newt drabble #newt #newt scamander x reader comfort #newt scamander #scamander reader #scamander sister

[inastarlesssky]

For the Ask Game- E, L, M, T, and W! Sorry if that's a lot, but I've never really done an ask game before.

Thank you for the ask! You're fine! I don't think it's a lot at all; in fact, I enjoy it. It's more things to play with.

Hmm I had to think a bit here. Under the cut because haha I ended up writing little essays apparently.

E. Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? Not quite yet, unfortunately. I'm not so accustomed to writing crack but it's definitely something I want to start on! I feel like I can definitely do that with FB stuff. L. Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn't one of your faves. I'll go with Albus Dumbledore. I don't dislike him, and though he's grown on me a bit since watching the movies, I wouldn't count him as one of my favorites. He's sort of neutral for me. Anyway, here it is: I think that though he might not always be upfront or honest about his actions, he has a good heart and wants the good for those people he cares about. M. Name a character you'd like to have for a friend. I would like to say Newt because it would be fun, I think, to go on all those adventures with him (getting an oversized occamy into a teapot or chasing a Demiguise all over New York). But I also think Lally would be a good choice too. T. Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? I've only just joined the Fantastic Beasts fandom, so I'm still discovering headcanons...but I would say the idea that Newt's Patronus is a Thestral. W. A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. Hmm I had to think about this too. Ah I don't know if this is a trope or if there's a name for it, but the idea that one of two people in a pairing is mean or violent with the other. I really like enemies to lovers, so you might see more of this there, but I don't take well to (at least among the pairings I love) seeing Character A being a jerk consistently mistreating Character B or vice versa. Like Newt and Tina, I wouldn't ever imagine them intentionally behaving that way towards each other, and I would tend to gravitate away from stuff like that. But I do understand that everyone has different tastes, and I respect that; this is just my own two cents on the matter.

Send me letters for this ask game!

#fantastic beasts #newt scamander #eulalie hicks #albus dumbledore #tina-mairin-goldstein #answered #yay ask games #ask games #sorry it took me forever to answer

[ahlyasimps]

A Crucio so Cruel was so cruel!! Poor Ominis he must be so worried and sad!!! 🥺💔

Would you write another story between him and new 5th year Gryffindor reader please? Maybe where she’s very interested in helping and studying fantastic beasts and spends many hours/days in the Room of Requirement tending to them. One day, her first creature she found in need, a cute, fluffy, little, and mischievous Niffler escapes stealing all shiny objects in their way all around Hogwarts. He sees Ominis having something shiny, steals it and Ominis’ having none of it and starts to chase them. He ends up finding out about reader’s secret and ends up helping her tending to the beasts which brings him some inner peace, especially when they find Occamy babies and maybe another serpent type of creature and he looks so good tending to them and reader slowly starts falling in love with him. I love spending so much time in that room and tending to the creatures and Nifflers are my favourites ones, so fluffy and cute and it’s so funny whenever they try stealing the brush when you brush them!! 😭❤️ Thank you so much and it’s ok if you don’t feel like writing it and take good care!! ❤️

Sorry anon, got sidetracked and spent an hour looking at cute Nifflers and Puffskeins. 🙂 If I make a horrible financial decision and buy a Niffler stuffed animal, it's all your fault and I'll be demanding payment from you. Here's the fic though!:

Shiny Heart

#ominis gaunt imagine #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy #ahlya.speaks #ominis gaunt imagines

[afrenchaugurey]

Day #13

Today's prompt was "favorite head canon".

Honestly, I have A LOT (why do you think I -try to- write fanfic...). I'll put some I really like here for today, but I can't choose, sorry.

It's canon in my head that Newt calls him "Mommy" in front of his child(s) sometimes (often), especially when they are in the case/basement (or whatever they have in their house at this point. It's an attic in NYC in my HC).

As a consequence, his (their) child (ren) call him M'Dad.

The second one is about Dougal. I don't think that Dougal's babysitting duties are coming from nothing, or just for the occamy. I'm pretty sure he takes care of Newt. He makes sure he eats and sleep. But most important, when Newt has a shutdown/meltdown, he stays close. But if his physical presence is still too much, he uses his invisibility to be here, just in case, but avoiding to be a additional stimulation. He probably foresees the situations too.

(this one is based on one of my dogs TBH, excepted the invisibility part, but he truly knows before me when I'll have a meltdown, and what distance is OK for me at any point of time)

A last one for the road (but I have pages of HC about Newt) : Newt almost never uses magic on the creatures, not matter if it puts him into danger. For the capture of the occamy, he could have sent the bug in the teapot, he could have used a tracking spell on Dougal, he could have magically removed the chains on the zouwu, or magically sent the ointment on the kelpie. He only uses it in the emergency (or if he's really pissed), and mostly on Teddy.

I believes he does that because he thinks that could be detrimental on the creatures, and probably mostly on a "psychological" point of view. Many of the creatures suffered abuse by wizards. Without using magic he doesn't trigger that. Maybe that could physically hurt them, but I don't believe it, or he wouldn't have used Accio on Teddy.

That's all for today, even if I would have loved to mention that I'm sure he will collaborate with ICW during WWII and after (and that Tina will have a very high position in it, which is my HC about RR law), and that I'm certain that he'll teach in a way or another, probably as a guest lecturer in all schools of the world (no matter their importance).

#fantastic beasts #newt scamander #newtina #tina goldstein #demiguise #dougal #fantastic beasts and where to find them #headcanon #autistic newt #autistic newt scamander #febulous newt 2023 #febulous newt #please do not hurt them

[kasjophe]

What are Harry's siblings' magic wands made of? (wood and core). I know from the canon that wands are unique in nature and that each has its own character depending on the wood and the core, and that they choose a wizard with a certain character, abilities, etc.

First of all thank you so much for this question !!

writing on the pic from the left to right, categories name wand length/wood/core:

Harry 11″/holly/phoenix feather

Juliet 10¼″/black walnut/dragon heartstring

Matilda 12″/silver lime/unicorn hair

Willow 10¾″/birch/occamy feather

Leo 10½″/redwood/unicorn hair

Please let me know if you’re curious about their wand choosing stories! I’ll gladly share them ;)

wand designs are a bit out of date especially Harry’s and Willow’s but I still admire this drawing

#I was waiting for this one #turn it up! #harry potter #art #fanart #au #potters family

[aureliushq]

aurelius institute cordially invites you..

aurelius institute for advanced magical learning cordially invites all students and staff to the annual halloween masquerade ball. held in the great hall on the night of october 31, students are encouraged to attend with dates in tow for a night of music, entertainment, food, drinks, and well-mannered frivolity.

among the night's many entertainments are fire charmers, live bats, dancing skeletons, musical guests ( most notably 'the unforgivables', a band comprised of aurelius students ), and the annual halloween scavenger hunt. students who wish to participate in the scavenger hunt will be separated into groups of 3, and will solve a series of riddles that lead them to clues that will ultimately lead them to one of many gold coins hidden among the grounds. these large gold coins each have a number from 1-15 that corresponds with a prize. scavenger hunt prizes include a vial of felix felicis, a state of the art broom compass, a self inking eagle feather quill, a pouch of instant darkness powder, a pot of self correcting ink, a remembrall, a set of nose-biting teacups, a runespoor egg, a pot of everlasting ink, a pouch of powdered occamy shells, a quick-quotes quill, a brand new self-stirring cauldron, a puffskein, a pair of omnioculars, and a vial of veritaserum.

following the scavenger hunt, headmaster albus dumbledore will announce the winners and make his annual halloween address to the school, which will be followed by special halloween themed treats and a special guest.

—– THE BALL will only last one night in game, but a little over 2 weeks in real time, giving players an opportunity to write threads, post outfit inspiration, etc, for the event !! for more information and details on the event, check out the MASQUERADE BALL CARRD with handy links and visuals ♡

—– THE EVENT will occur on october 31st in game, but begin jan 24th in real time. the last day in game for the event will be feb 9th, but threads from the event can still continue / be wrapped up after the event is over.

—– THE SCAVENGER HUNT will be taking place on discord, for those wishing to have their characters be involved ! there will be lots of fun and interesting twists regarding the scavenger hunt, so we encourage everyone to participate !

#aureliusevent

[black-occamy]

I had a bit of a writer's block last week, and a friend of mine recommended to write something random.

So here's a random animagus being cute...

Can be read as either gender or none.

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If one were to walk past the common bathroom in the dungeons, and then venture through the corridor next to the storage cellars, one would arrive at a rusty-looking door that led to the overgrown castle gardens. The area was not commonly visited by students - perhaps because it was the easiest to access from the Slytherin dormitory entrance. Or maybe it was the fact that crumbling ground gave way to steep cliffs overlooking the Black Lake. Either way, you knew it was usually secluded enough to be a comfortable and quiet reading space, where you could hope to be unbothered for at least a couple of hours.

That being said, today was obviously not a usual day.

Once you reached your favourite reading spot on a slightly tilted stone bench under the forgotten pear tree, you noticed something that was not supposed to be there. As if waiting for you specifically, a big black dog was lying on the ground in front of the bench, head on its paws. You stopped. It had definitely noticed you, its pointy ears twitching at the sound of your steps, but beside that it did nothing.

Well, at least nothing yet.

Hesitantly, you slipped your right hand into the robe pocket, feeling for your wand. There were a couple of possible explanations for the dog's presence here. It could belong to another student, or it could be a familiar of someone visiting the castle. Finally - though unlikely - it could belong to some non-magical hikers from whom it escaped. Either way, you were pretty certain that a well-targeted spell would incapacitate it, even if it was magical. You hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. Scary or not, it was still just a dog. And even though you were never fully comfortable around animals, a small part of you really wanted to change that.

As if bored by waiting for your move, the dog raised its head and gazed in your direction. You looked dead into its eyes, while the sanity in the back of your mind screamed that a dog could interpret that as a challenge and an invitation to fight. Its eyes were pale grey, and it blinked almost immediately, tilting its head to the side and lolling its tongue out in an expression that kind of looked like a smile. Its wagging tail thumped against the ground.

“You're in my spot,” you said out loud, before catching yourself realising that you were arguing with an animal. The dog rose to its feet, tail still wagging. It was bigger than you initially thought. Its head would easily reach your elbow.

Feeling a sudden chill down your spine, you considered your options again. The dog didn't seem aggressive, at least. Its presence in your almost exclusively private spot was more annoying than anything, but then again..

“Go home,” you demanded, trying to sound stern but not angry. “Go to your owner or whatever. Go, shoo!”

The dog tilted its head left then right, its ears put up as if it was confused.

“I told you, that is my spot,” you repeated, slightly irritated by the lack of communication. “Off with you!”

You waved your right - wandless - hand at it, pulling the book to your chest with your left. The dog yawned and stretched lazily, shaking itself as if it just got out of a bath. Then it took a few steps to the side and sat down in the grass, leaving a good ten feet between itself and the bench.

You stared at it for a few more seconds, irked by its happy panting and tongue lolling out again. It seemed pleased with itself.

“Oh, for... Whatever then.”

You walked by it, taking a seat on the bench. It was mid-afternoon, and its smooth stone surface was already pleasantly warmed by the sun. Yet, instead of being a comfort, it agitated you even more. You opened the book, determined to focus on your studies.

Couple minutes passed in silence before you thought you heard something. Immediately, your head snapped in the direction of the dog.

It was still in the same spot, looking at you. This time it lowered its head and made a small whine. It almost felt like it was asking a question.

You ignored it, turning back to the book in your hands. You skipped one Charms class because of that Gryffindor menace, Sirius Black, the other day. If you didn't catch up with the material, Flitwick was bound to give you a detention. Plus, the dog didn't belong to you. You could hardly be expected to...

It whined again, a bit more intently.

“Stars above!” You rolled your eyes and shot it an angry glance. The dog wagged its tail. “What do you want from me?”

Obviously encouraged by your attention, it stood up. Once again, the sheer size of the animal made you uncomfortable, when it approached the bench, its tail wagging excitedly. Your hand unconsciously reached into the pocket again.

“I'm busy,” you said, completely certain there was no point in explaining yourself to this creature. “I don't have snacks or anything, leave me alone.”

It stopped next to the bench, tail whooshing left to right, its ears pulled a little lower and whined again. You stared, determined not to encourage further interaction. It was starting to get on your nerves.

The dog licked its gums, whined once more and then, all of a sudden, rolled on its back on the ground, exposing its belly. You felt your mouth open in surprise when it waved its front paws at you.

“Look there, you seem like a good...” Somewhat flustered for no apparent reason you shot a quick glance at it. “Boy. Very good boy. You're kinda barking at the wrong target here. I don't know if you want me to give you scratches or if you will bite my hand off if I try.”

The dog rolled back to his belly, front paws wide and tail wagging furiously. He made a short, happy bark.

“Morgan's hair, you actually barked!” You laughed, unable to resist the smile spreading across your face. The dog barked in response. “Okay, okay, quiet down. I'll scratch you.”

You put the book down, and slowly reached towards the animal with your hand, still a bit wary.

“I'm trusting you, Good Boy,” you said, trying not to think about the shortest route from here to the hospital wing.

The dog sniffed on your fingers and gave your hand a lick. Carefully, you patted his snout and the top of his head, scratching between the ears. His fur was softer than you expected.

“There, scratched,” you said, pulling back. “Are we done?”

The dog whined at you, and again rolled to his back, tilting his head to the side expectantly. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed.

“I swear, if that's a ploy to bite my hand off, I'm going to be really cross with you, Good Boy,” you warned, getting off the bench and kneeling on the ground next to the dog. You gave his belly a gentle rub. “Happy now?”

He jumped back to his feet, his head now above yours when you looked up a bit startled. Warm, wet tongue licked the side of your face and you couldn't help but giggle in response.

“Stop it! You're sweet, but that's too much for a first date!”

The dog bounced off, gave you one happy bark and ran away towards the castle. You watched it disappearing in the distance. You wiped your cheek, feeling a warmth spreading across your chest. That wasn't so bad, actually.

You read about Charms for the next hour or so, resting your back against the tree trunk, until you got hungry and realised it was probably time for supper. Stretching lazily, you got up and began walking around the castle walls. To your surprise, there was a familiar silhouette waiting for you on the crumbling battlements.

“Hey there,” Sirius said, grinning at you from where he was perched on the wall.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun with the book. “What are you doing up there?”

“Admiring the views.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he slid down the wall next to you and dusted off his trousers.

“Have you seen that black dog?” You asked and Sirius glanced at you with a surprised smile.

“What now?”

“I was reading in my usual spot and that dog was there, practically demanding to be cuddled,” you explained, sliding your hand around his elbow as the two of you began to walk along the walls together. “Caught me by surprise.”

“Oh?” Sirius smirked. “What did you do? I recall you saying you don't feel comfortable around big animals.”

“Surprisingly enough, I did cuddle it... Him,” you corrected yourself and smiled. “It was nicer than I expected it would be.”

You caught Sirius glancing at you with the corner of your eye. He seemed pleased with himself for some reason, and you pulled him to a stop.

“What are you so smug about, Black?”

“Me? I'm just proud of you, beloved!” He protested, but his eyes had that mischievous glean to it that you have learned to recognise.

“Did you have something to do with that dog?” You asked, suspicion rising in your voice. “Better tell me already, or stars help me...”

He laughed, leaning forward to look you in the eyes.

“And if I did?” He teased, catching your hand and kissing your fingers. “Don't tell me that interaction wasn't fun for you.”

“I hate your manipulative ass, Black,” you scoffed, unable to hold back a smile. “Where did you get that dog from anyway?”

“It will have to remain my little secret,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You didn't protest.

“Shame. I was starting to like him.”

#sirius black #fanfiction #sort of occamy-verse too #but not too much headcanon #sirius black x reader #no y/n #animagus fluff #Padfoot #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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Unfinished 1: Harry Potter

Summary: Newt/Reader; angst, reader bonding with Newt’s creatures but for sad reasons 

All of Newt’s creatures had their specific feeding times and habits. Newt had often asked you to feed the Kelpie; it seemed to like you and he took advantage of the lack of aggression it showed. You knew Newt was busy with the Occamy’s so you weren’t surprised when he asked you to feed the mooncalves. Despite being the least dangerous, you knew they were the hardest to feed because of how they’d crowd and butt each other out of the way. You’d feed them slowly, lingering as much as needed so all of them were fed. Newt accused you of favouritism every time you fed them and you’d laugh it off each time. You can hear him approaching as you finish feeding them, your fingers running through the soft fur of the mooncalf that all but trips you with how it hovers.

“This is a new one.” He comments as the mooncalf follows you from its habitat. Newt frowns, as you nudge the creature back, stepping in front of it.

“I’ll bring it back in a moment.”

“Y/N?” He questions but doesn’t say anything else instead watching as the mooncalf moves towards him pressing its head into his palm. He runs his fingers over its head surprised with how empty he feels, despite the soft and warmth he feels from its fur. You finish putting the food away before nuding the side of the calf’s face. Newt’s hand catches yours.

“You know the muggle mythology about these right?” He hovers and you nod.

“Calf’s who couldn’t make it right?”

“Sometimes humans. Ones that were too misshapen or ill.” His voice is soft and you swallow shrugging a little.

“Poor thing. Do you think they know?” You stroke the small calf’s head and it makes a sad noise that you immediately lean over to curl it in your arms.

“Oh sweetheart; you poor little thing. You’re safe here.” You kneel down and the little calf curls onto your lap and leans its head on your shoulder. You wrap it in a hug unsure why you’re crying so much.

“Y/N. It’s alright. They can have that effect on sensitive people.”

“It’s so small Newt; it doesn’t understand.” You stroke the calf’s fur and Newt nods sitting next to you. You watch as the moon begins to rise; it’s not full; they won’t dance tonight but you’re struck by the way they still watch the moon; the first sign of light from the dark. As you feel the calf’s breathing settle; as if it’s asleep you wonder how many of the others suffered the same lack of chance; as you watch the way they meander about on the meadow above their burrow; you wonder how long it took for them to forget.

You spend more time with them than you need; not feeding them but sitting around; stroking their fur and just watching how they move. The one that had fallen asleep on you stuck the closest and the others would seem to push it around towards you; they were never bullying it; not the way Pickett was. But enough where it prefered you over the other calves. You wonder what Newt thinks about the sudden obsession with the mooncalves but he doesn’t say anything beyond asking if they’ve been fed.

“Mooncalves just appear; they don’t actually breed; well not that I’ve been able to figure out.” He offers one day when you’re feeding Dougal. You turn to him hesitating slightly.

“Sometimes I’d go to feed them and there’d be twice as many as before; they’ve slowed down though; now it’s maybe one or two every few months.”

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OK

SO i was texting a friend @lacewingballad that absolute fiend and we were talking about this fanfic we’ve been reading that’s amazing (highly recommend, read Survival is a Talent from ShanaStoryteller) but we got to talking about characterizations of Ginny (she’s amazing in siat, all the characters have depth and personality even if they’re side characters and you root for all of them and it’s so well done and the worldbuilding and everything) and ended up brainstorming a concept we REALLY want someone to write. if not we at least want to share it.

ok concept:

after the end of the whole chamber of secrets debacle in ginny’s first year the horcrux is gone, but because tom riddle was possessing her for so long she ends up with like a ghost/remnant of him constantly following her around and linked to her. he can’t actually touch things and she’s the only one that can see or hear him, and both of them hate it. 

and like, okay, it sucks for pretty much all of ginny’s second year. the dementors just make things worse and she’s obviously traumatized by what happened but he just is constantly sarcastic and insulting in a vaguely endearing way and doesn’t give a shit about ginny near the beginning and has just decided that since he’s stuck like this he’s NOT going to mute himself and this thoughts. and ginny hates it for a long time but then starts to get used to it and realizes that yeah he possessed her but he’s harmless right now and kind of just wants attention instead of to be ignored even if he’s SO annoying in class

“really, he’s teaching it like THAT? there’s more to learn on a chocolate forg card. i can do it in half the time.”

“ginny ignore severus he’s being a twat. add some occamy eyes to your potion instead.”

“minerva FUCKING mcgonagall that bitch, you know she ruined my perfect record at hogwarts??? i would have been top of the class in everything every year but that scottish pile of basilisk dung always beat me in transfiguration.”

Ginny: just SHUT UP! *everyone turns to stare at ginny* Tom: oooooo Ginny’s in trroublllee

like, her 2nd year and a lot of her third are hard but she slowly gets better and more used to it, and he’s actually very helpful with the dementors and during the quidditch up attack. he’s all—”you’re my only link to the world without you I’ll disappear so you’re not allowed to die, even if you are incompetent. don’t be so selfish” and she slowly realizes that yeah he’s being a dick but he is scared of disappearing and he’s slowly growing on her like a parasitic mold.

Ginny keeps hexing walls because she tries to throw curses at him and they go right through and he gets so fed up he’s like, “NO, you’re stance is wrong. let me fix it.” and accidentally ends up teaching her a bunch of stuff.

and he also has opinions about people. like the amount of blackmail and judgement he has is astounding and he’s not afraid to call people about because this is sixth year tom, not yet voldemort, just a very salty teenage boy.

Tom, grudgingly impressed: “the goyle line is still going? do they look like the hapsburgs yet?

“it’s leviosA, not leviOsa. honestly ginny your classmates are idiots. has the collective intelligence of the wizarding world gone down since i was alive?

“aaaah, i remember crabbe and goyle. i think they were still following around malfoys in my day; i kind of wis hi had just poisoned them instead of cultivating them as minions. look at them. a mountain troll has more intelligence. i’d rather people marry mudbloods than those two, sweet merlin.”

around the middle of her third year she has to prepare for the yule ball but has no idea how to dance and he spends like three days insulting her, “what sort of pureblood witch doesn’t know how to dance? were you raised in a sty? were you too busy balancing out the idiocy in your entire household brought upon by all that red hair to learn basic manners?” until she finally challenges him to do better. he’s like FINE and just grabs her and spins her around and empty room and they’re spitting insults the whole time and purposely stepping on each other’s feet.

“what if someone sees?” “you dancing by yourself? eh, so maybe you’ve had a drink” “merlin to do this, i’ll need more than one.” “madam rosmerta is very easily bribed if you want firewhisky”

and they finish dancing up and realize that they don’t hate each other so much anymore and don’t acknowledge it, it’s just awkward and quiet and they don’t talk about it but ginny’s a great dancer by the yule ball even if tom spends half of it running around the room collecting gossip and blackmail like a magpie and the other half insulting neville but being begrudgingly impressed by neville’s dancing skills. ginny originally spent all of second year learning occlumency on her own so that she could tune out and get rid of tom when necessary because she’s incredibly determined and scared after being possessed by the diary, but as time goes on she realizes that she doesn’t need to use occlumency against tom and stops, lets him teach her legilimency so that she can defend her mind as much as possible.

and ginny originally hates all the slurs but by her fifth year has just given up and has fully brought up the fact that her blood is purer than his. when he gets particularly annoying she starts pointing out all the people he hates who have purer blood than him and he can’t even run away because they’re linked. at this point even she has grown on tom, his insults have continued but gotten less pointed and he spends more time snarking at others and teaching her revenge spells “to corrupt her” even though they both know she’s not going to get very corrupted.

by her sixth year his retribution to her annoyances is to start pointing out classmates and asking to play fuck marry kill. he’s even done it with professors and on one memorable occasion when he was particularly salty, dumbledore. and while this is happening there is a war going, for the record. like, he’s showed her dark magic spells for reversing cruciatus exposure and acts as lookout for ginny and the DA during her sixth year and has such scathing insults for the Carrows ginny has burst into laughter in public. and tom helps her out as much as he can even when she yells at him that he’s stifling her and that she can take care of herself.

“but you’re so pathetic! and helpless! like a baby niffler!” and she scoffs and hexes the first bully she comes across with a vicious bat bogey hex and is like “helpless? me? bitch you’re a ghost.”

and even while the war is going on tom’s officially realized that he doesn’t want voldemort to win because then he’ll disappear and it sucks but he’s kind of invested in ginny now, she’s been there and she’s kind of what he wished a friend would have been when he was younger because everyone in slytherin either looked down on him for being a mudblood, was jealous of him for being smarter than all of them, or was scared of him. ginny has experienced the darkest parts of him and still refuses to be scared and flinch away, matches him word for word and snark for snark and he can appreciate it okay. so he starts feeding information about voldemort to ginny so she can share it with harry, who doesn’t really question where it comes from because ginny asks him to trust her and just says that she remembers some stuff from being possessed from tom as a first year. and it’s weird stuff too, like how tom lost his virginity, or tom helping to make lesson plans for the DA around grey borderline dark magic spells that can be used for healing and stuff. 

harry, in the middle of the battle of the department of mysteries: “you’re scared tom. scared of what i can do to you. just like you were scared when lisa cromwell rejected your ask to the yule ball.” *everyone else is confused* voldemort, spitting and hissing. “whAAAtttt?? hOOOw??? tell me POTTER?? WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT NAME??????” tom, sitting on the side with ginny. “it was very traumatizing for us. we learned to dance for her and i’m still bitter about it.”

and HERE’S THE THING. around her fourth year ginny found a book in the room of requirement that taught her how to get rid of his ghost. but. she doesn’t. and since she can’t keep secrets from him for long, she writes herself a note, hides the book, and obliviates the knowledge from her own mind. she doesn’t want to find out or think about why she has found the book again and obliviated herself again, another two times.

the war ends and tom is still there, even though all the horcruxes are gone. and ginny does end up with harry at the end (we debated luna for a while but decided on harry as the ultimate endgame) and it’s weird because they like each other, but they can also both acknowledge that tom is part of what links them. he understands what it is like to be possessed by tom, to be seduced by his whispers and how charismatic he could be. sometimes at night he whispers that he misses the horcrux because he’ll close his eyes and feel alone but he was never alone as a kid, he always had tom, even if he didn’t know it, in the back of his mind, no matter how dark the cupboard under the stairs got. they bond over it a lot. 

one day, a few years after the end of the war, after both of them have graduated, ginny sits down and explains the whole tom remnant to him, about how he is there and following her around, and how she thinks that she can modify a spell meant to send him away to make him visible to the both of them, if he wants, instead of just her. and she explains what happened after the chamber and how he’s always been there and how tom is curious to actually be able to talk to his horcrux, someone like him but not really. and harry says yes and soon tom ends up as the third weird brother in the household, not in love with either of them, just an annoying houseguest that ginny and harry both begrudgingly enjoy snarking with. just a ghost. 

and the thing is that harry gets tom. because harry understands how tom became a megalomaniacal dark lord because harry was also neglected and ignored and scared. the only difference is that he had ron and hermione to teach him how to love, and value friendship, and be a normal human, and tom had no one to teach him. hogwarts was his home, but emotionally, it wasn’t any better than the orphanage.

OK WOW. that was long. we were texting for like more than an hour mind you. but now we have this idea and neither of us have the time to write it but i’m nevertheless putting it out there in case anyone wants to expand upon it or just add to it, i’d love to hear people’s thoughts about this AU, little scenes and funny tidbits.

#harry potter #ginny weasley #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter au #fanfiction concept?

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Fankid: Ismelda × Phoenix

Maxwell Nobleworth Murk

Slytherin | October, 2001 | ESFJ

Born: Glasgow, Scotland.

Looks: Creamy pale skin with sparse freckles, dark green eyes, big nose and thin but pursed lips, honey blonde hair that occasionally becomes pretty wavy, tall (but shorter than Phoenix), slim built. Gets piercings and tattoos over the years, and has quite some fun with colouring his hair.

Patronus: Occamy;

Pets: Licorice, the pink toe tarantula (which he was able to keep with him in school only up to his 2nd year before keeping it at home as it became too high maintenance for him). And Sushi, the barred owl that passes down to Vesper once he graduates.

Fav Subjects: DADA, Charms, Flying, Herbology;

Least Fav: Potions, HoM.

Extracurriculars: Music and Muggle Music, art, Dueling club.

Boggart: Failing in his dream of becoming a musician and being forced to live a boring meaningless life.

Hobbies: Playing with his guitar, trying his hand at the keyboard, playing vintage games, writing poetry, studying music theory, broom racing.

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Suffering from the curse of being the middle child, Max has his father's looks but none of the charm. Has an edgy attitude much like Ismelda — he likes saying shock-value things, threatening just from his stares, and somewhat arrogant —, but is also a big gooey romantic just like his father.

Max's love for music, especially rock, began from an influence from his mother, the Weird Sisters' "muse", and from his uncle Jacob who introduced him to muggle music. Seeing his passion, Phoenix gets him a guitar as his eighth birthday gift and Indigo gets him an electric one the following year, and he only parts from it to get himself a newer shinier one many years later.

His passion for music proves to be infectious as it drives both his sisters and cousins to get into music learning as well, making the Silverwoods a musically well-versed family.

In his third year, he convinces his best friends to start a band and wouldn't you know, it works. From that point onwards, the members change but his passion never diminishes and he never doubts it, this is his destiny.

Thanks to his very soft-centred core, Max tries constantly to keep this very careless and cool exterior since he's scared someone will play with his heart (as it does happen a few times). He often uses writing and music as an outlet, as he has a hard time opening up to people.

Best friends with Hufflepuff, Davina (his cousin), and Gryffindor, Landon. His relationship with his sisters is a complex one as there is an age gap both up and down that splits mindsets, but mostly because he's got himself the most opinionated and eccentric sisters who make him feel lost in his role in the trio.

He shows the least of the half-Veela characteristics among the three, most of his charm is his own x), and the only magical aspect is his good resistance to heat.

Not dumb at all, but academically lazy. He's a pretty fast learner when he puts his mind to it which is why he grows closer to Sawyer as they get older, growing interest in her ambitious projects. He does enjoy learning about several music styles and theories. Secretly part of the Celestina Warbeck Fanclub.

#maxwell nobleworth #fankid #menix #hphm fankids #aesthetic #slytherin

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Can you give some tips on how to write a Harry Potter mc/OC? Maybe use your obey me and TWST mcs as references? Anything possible? I’m thirst for inspiration!!!

I'm going to give it my best shot. I'm not good at giving advice when it comes to writing in general.

My best advice to you would be to try to make your oc fit in the context of the universe they're in. You can give them some stand-out features that make them unique, but make sure that these characteristics have some kind of purpose, and they're not just there to make your oc look cool. For example:

Minako fits into the context of two different universes by having her ancestors come from Twisted Wonderland, but her powers mostly comply with Potterverse's magic since her bloodline has resided there for so long, thus diluting the traces of twst magic except for the curse, at least she until she winds up in Twisted Wonderland. Her colour-changing eyes have a purpose as her turquoise eyes are a mix of blue and green, the respective colours of paint and thinner from Epic Mickey.

Also give them flaws and little quirks (yes, I know this has been said and done but still). Think of traits they have that really hinder their progress in the story. Try observing yourself or other people for inspiration. Heck, watch something like Arcane or Avatar: The Last Airbender for character personality inspirations. They some varied and multi-faceted cast of characters.

And while you're at it, give them some unexpected contradictions too to add more interest (i.e. Minako is a girly girl who loves fashion and makeup, but she's no delicate English flower. She heavily participates in sports, can easily defend herself in fights, willingly gets her hands dirty, as well handle large, dangerous creatures.)

Additionally, think about their physical appearance too, both their body and the clothes they wear. Make sure it speaks to what they are as characters, their mental state, physical health, or what kind of image they want to present to the world.

Minako is quite small, standing at 150cm/4ft 11in. People tower over her like they're predators. This could be accounted for her genetics. She's actually a mildly buff underneath from all the sports she does, but she isn't very bulky as it takes too much diet planning when she has a vegetarian diet.

Her hair is very important. It's soft and silky, tamed by unfertilized occamy eggshell shampoo from the occamies she takes care of. And most notably, her hair is styled into a pair twin space buns to represent the likes of Mickey and Minnie Mouse's ears, the characters she's twisted from. I also had this idea that her hair is actually naturally wavy like her mom's, but she kept it straight for a good 2-4 years using a potion until she runs evetually loses access to it in Twisted Wonderland. Then she starts symbolically letting her hair become a bit wavier as the story progresses as if she's finally getting in touch with her roots (pun intended)

Minako hides much of her muscle with cute clothes and long sleeves. She covers up her skin even more when she's in a bad mood due to the curse. She owns more skirts and frocks than she owns pants. Her style is pretty much repressing the existence of the curse through the use of pastels and bright colours. Once Minako begins to embrace her darker aspects, she starts wearing more black and somewhat edgier outfits, but she never loses the girlish Lolita fashion silhouettes or flowery aesthetics. She instead marries them together. To lose the basic foundation of her style would be a discredit to her character.

Names: I suggest that you think of this last, but don't of names as an afterthought. Don't just slap it on a character. Again, get down to their personalities and also their ethnicities or nationalities.

I actually made a name change for my ocs Eva and Maria years ago. Their names use to be Minnie and Winnie Castillo, but as time went on their names just wouldn't stick. I chose Eva and Maria after Eve and Mary because, you know, Obey Me and biblical themes. They're also common names found in the Philippines because of its heavy Spanish influences. Eva is not very well-liked by her family because of rebellious nature, and she falls in love with Lucifer (temptation of Eve). Maria is sweet-tempered and well-liked, but unfortunately held to high standards (the Virgin Mary) The twins have an actual Filipino surname and not a Spanish one (they use their mother's surname), which is Dilag. Dilag means maiden or woman. The girls are named after notable women in the bible and the women on their mother's side of the family were remarkable sorceresses of their community.

And finally, you can take a little inspiration from ocs. Just a little. Don't make a carbon copies. Make the characters your own and just have fun. Hope this overly-detailed explanation helps

#ask #character writing #writing

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DREW MACFUSTY: CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES

FIRST & SECOND YEAR : Saturday Club Only. Lowest classification creatures will be studied, such as Flobberworms and Horklump.

THIRD YEAR : Creatures studied include Salamanders, Bowtruckles, the Augrey, the Clabbert and the Diricawl (known long ago to muggles as the dodo). Students may choose one creature upon which to write a brief care guide.

FOURTH YEAR : Creatures studied include the Bundimun, the Ashwinder, Billywigs, and the Dugbog. Students are expected to write an essay regarding the magical uses for these creatures and the issues they can cause within muggle and wizard homes. Must show understanding of how to spot these creatures and the correct way in which to handle them in a practical session.

FIFTH YEAR : Creatures studied include the Doxy, the Fire Crab, the Jarvey, and the Niffler. Students must show ability to handle the temperament of these creatures and respond accordingly. They must show good understanding of behaviour and must give a presentation to the class regarding a creature of their choice in order to pass their O.W.L exam.

SIXTH YEAR : Creatures studied at this level include the Pogrebin, the Golden Snidget, the Streeler and the Hippogriff.

THERE WILL BE A SPECIAL PRESENTATION ON A CREATURE OF XXXX SPECIFICATION. All handling of this creature MUST be performed by the teacher and the teacher alone. There must also be a Ministry official from the Department of Magical Creatures present. Students are expected to observe and recall appropriate facts in an oral exam. They must show good understanding of behaviour in practical settings as there is no theoretical work expected for this year of study.

SEVENTH YEAR : Final year of study. Students are expected to prepare for their N.E.W.T exams by writing a long essay on a creature of their choice. The exam will involve a theory test regarding laws surrounding creatures of XXXX and XXXXX classifications (this includes Werewolves, Dragons, Chimaera and Occamy). There will also be a practical exam in which students must be able to identify different dragon eggs, as well as identifying the correct antidotes for certain magical venom/poisons.

THERE WILL BE A DAY TRIP ARRANGED TO BENBECULA IN THE HEBRIDES IN ORDER FOR STUDENTS TO OBSERVE THE HEBRIDEAN BLACK IN ITS NATURAL HABITAT. Students will not be permitted to approach the dragons and will remain at a safe, chaperoned distance at all times.

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