Make ur OC into a mermaid HERE and reblog!! I want to see your pookies ehhehehehe
and for those with male OCs, there ARE OPTIONS FOR MERMEN HEHE
Tagging all who I think would be interested: @sallowsoul @barnabyjr @lyra-prag @soapallo @sage-pages @pierrot-dokki @creampuffcloudsdreaming @amus2110 @anyahoney @waldensblog @moonstonesandemma @elkingwriter @ravenothere
What is this challenge?
The artist takes 7 OCs and, well, corrupts them in a way that corresponds to the assigned Horcrux. For example: A character corrupted by the diary might have ink dripping off of them or look like they're made out of paper. Interpret this how you want, go nuts.
What are my rules? (other artists are free to make their own!)
Follow me, first off! New followers are totally welcome :D
Only OCs that would reasonably be alive during Lightning (Harry Potter's) Era. They can be a student, teacher, general person who is present for all of the wizarding world happenings, etc.
I ask that you reblog the post with any references and notes you might have. If your OC doesn't have any pictures, a description is totally fine. I will block you if you use AI.
People will be selected at random in a week. Please keep in mind the potential for mild body horror (think a creepier version of the Date Everything designs) and that by agreeing to participate, you're leaving me with creative freedom.
Hulloo, it's been a while since I've posted anything but since I've been noticing a number of people joining the fandom increasing, I thought I'd post a couple of links to my older posts!!
A bit about me: I am the local lore-digger/master of arts (courtesy of @storkteller), if I dare to so myself, because I've not only found references to many of imagery seen and found in HL, but also found sources of said imagery.
Ever wondered what were the scribbles on the boards found in the Undercroft? have you ever stumbled upon symbols in the Forbidden Forest? or strolled in classrooms and thought, wait what do those writings mean? I have answers to many of these inquires.
BOARDS FROM THE UNDERCROFT
SYMBOLS FROM THE FORBIDDEN FOREST
BOARDS FROM PROFESSOR FIG'S CLASSROOM
THE ART FROM THE SCRIPTORIUM
HOGWARTS LEGACY OUT OF BOUNDS AREAS EXPLORED
These aren't all of course; check my pinned for stuff, like my ramblings about the lore or random HL things, my did-you-know little series, my HL MC, and many more. Feel free to leave research requests.
Woah! Has it been two years already? (ā¢ĢŖ o ā¢ĢŖ) Well instead of anniversary/ birthday art hereās celebration arts to my time tumblring and to two awesome, amazing people and collaborators of the Moo>ncalves: NFY: drums, Chris: Bass @diana-bluewolf and Sunan: Guitar @dom1re also some tracks that give me heavy Moo>ncalve vibes š¶
I love you both sm (Ė¶įµ įµ įµĖ¶) ā¹š¹ itās such fun posting and a big thank you to all the kindness and support whenever we post about our boyās antics, its all so appreciated. Below are small thank yous to the loviest creators and mutuals and I can only apologies I couldn't include as many as I'd like because youāre all awesome. āø(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )āøā”
Elijah @pikadrawsthings, Violette @syaolaurant, Will and Elland @lil-grem-draws
April @lynnsartsworld, Damien @theladyofshalott1989, Lyla @keri-mcberry
Serena @bassicallymaestra, Westley @leawshum and Anissa @anyahoney
@lynnsartsworld @lyra-prag @light-of-the-room @littlexredxhoneyxbadger @87percentcreativity @sallowsoul @marmotuy @myokk @theladyofshalott1989 + all who wants toā¦and feel free to tag people too!
THIS IS SO CUTE? tagging myself in, Julia needs a pokemon team
couldn't decide between houndoom (aesop wouldn't leave julia without a capable and ferocious protector) and absol (julia's terrible luck and absol's sense for danger would've met, and they'd become partners)
A little late, but nonetheless - Have a good read! ā ā ā
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It was closer to midnight. Gideon was creeping awkwardly through the halls, hiding under disillusionment charm. They hurried into the dimly lit music room, undoing the spell and looking around nervously. Took their sweet time to work on their hair. Even though all it took them to change the color is a mere thought and a mirror - they washed it and styled it the old fashioned way, like everyone elseā¦ They held a small black box with a pink ribbon around it - close to their chest. Inside - vicious Licorice Snaps. And something else?
Anissa was nowhere to be seen, butā¦
She was in fact up above, on the balcony railing, looking down at them like a squirrel at a nut. Next to her - a FOUR(!)-tiered cake, absolutely soaking in chocolate. Oh how everyone hated her this morning for cutting the line at Honey Dukes and causing the shortage of said chocolate. But early bird gets the worm. On top of the cake, like a regal crown - glazed dark heartā¦ The one she didnāt put there, but one of her elf friends did, while she wasnāt looking.
Anissa sat there for a few seconds, watching Gideon take a few more steps further. And then jumped off the railingā¦
- EEK!! - Gideon squealed and dropped the Snaps box, but on a reflex managed to catch Anissa and hold their balance. (Blessed be swimmerās strength and core)
- ā¦ Hello to you too? @_@
They followed the slowly floating down cake with their eyes, while holding another cake in their arms. Their greed sickens me.
- Umā¦ Good evening?.. You lookā¦ Wowā¦ - Anissa already put her fingers in their hair, blushing. She gulped, and exhaled -
- I like how you look todayā¦ HAVE YOU SEEN THE CAKE I MADE FOR YOU?! AND YOUāRE LATE!!
- Youuā¦ Sure know how to make an entranceā¦ - Gideon mellowed under her fingers immediately, but then perked up squeezing her a little.
- Wait You made it for Meeee??? Why, I couldnāt eat all of itā¦ Ooh! I got something for you too!
Gi let her go, whisked the little box off the floor with magic, being all blushy, and reached it to her. They were wearing lace-up boots with medium heels just to be a little taller as a treat. Anissa sure has a thing for heightā¦
- I donāt usually get gifts in returnā¦ - she missed the box and grabbed their wrist. - Thatās niceā¦ Thank you, Gideon.
She continued to stroke their wrist, hitting them with a look.
- Nissa, the boxā¦ OOP- Did you just spell my name? Thatās a new, I must be dreaming hehehe haha- haā¦
The wrist stroking could go a little longer, but eventually they rotated their hand to put the box directly in Anissaās palm and wait for her to open and see whatās inside.
- Yes, yes. The box. Can I open it later? I feel like my hands could be somewhere else right now.. - she took a step aside, placed the sweets on the music stand, and returned to her original position. - I didnāt know I had to wear something nice, so itās good that youāre dressed up for both of us.. heh.
Couldnāt help it, her eyes lingered around the bosom area. She quickly and accurately placed her grabby hands on their waist.
- Aww but I wanted to see you read the-
Gideon had a fake pout for a moment, but then imagined the embarrassed mess she would be and decided to spare her, smirking instead.
- Ah well. Sure. And I like seeing you anyway, in any garment.
They took the chance to take her by the cheeks and leave a gentle, but pretty sizeable dark lipstick smooch on one of them.
- That will suffice~ Now Iām a tad less overdressed in comparison, heehee.
- Huh? Sho?.. What?.. - Anissa looked confused for a second, but then quickly recovered.
- So why did you choose this place? What if someone comes in?.. Orā¦ - she squinted and leaned dangerously close to their face, doing a little sniffy sniff. - Have you changed your soap? You smell especially good today~
Gideon blushed, turning away ever so slightly, towards the floating elephant in the room.
- Hm? Mayyybe~ Or maybe itās that perfectā¦ Cake over thereā¦
They turned back to Anissa talking a little quieter -
- I saw Bloody Baron on the way hereā¦ But erg- I think he avoids music in general, soā¦
They glanced at the piano on the second floor, and once again back to her with a cheek-squishing dimple-popping smile.
***
Since there was only one seating and too much assā¦ They turned the piano bench and were both spooning awkwardly on it, with Gideon in the back, holding in every urge in the book. Who knows what ghost will pop their head in, aside from Bloody Baronā¦
Anissa pressed her back against their chest nonchalantly, and played the G note. For some reason it awoke an uncontrollable feeling in Gideonā¦ Something chemical, and almost romanticā¦
-So.. You know how to play piano? - Anissa asked.
- Unfortunately. You donāt? It was a must in my āEducation Programā.
Gideon had their arms go around her, and on the piano keys. They played the highest A they could reach, and then a few testing chords, murmuring behind her ear -
- Can youā¦ Play some of your favorite melodies? Or some songs from your homelandā¦
- Ugh, no. My papa tried to teach me how to play bandura but I couldnāt sit still for long so I didnāt pick it up. Besides, he wasnāt very good himself. Too many strings to pull..
That could be interpreted in some waysā¦ Gideon immediately imagined her father to be an intimidating authority figure, the likes of her uncle Victor, but more impressive - in a Kazak way. Gulpā¦
- You could just hum itā¦ - they prepared to figure out the keys on piano.
- Pfffftt. Hum? You canāt just hum these songs. You need to actually sing them. Now listen..
She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, and started singing some slow calm song, with alien sounding words. Which caused Gideon to blush yet again. They hid their nose in her shoulder, making sure not to miss a sound from her. Then slowly tuned in with simple accompaniment, adding rare and shy oohās and aahās. Probably mixing this Slavic genre with their āBritishā knowledge of music, but harmonious nonetheless.
Anissa threw her head back on their shoulder and continued singing. Her hands slid off the piano to touch Gideonās thighs, and they squeezed her between them tighter, losing grip on earlier mentioned urges. Something devious mightāve ended up happening that night, but alasā¦
Suddenly, in the distanceā¦ Just like clockwork, a ghost of a woman started chasing another ghost screaming bloody murder, right towards the Music Room.
Anissa and Gideon jolted and exchanged a spooked glance. In a mere second - Gideon grabbed her and took off the bench like a frog. They rushed to the lower floor, trying to find the wand tucked away in their frilly stocking, and then half-assedly cast a disillusionment on themselves. Not that it would help against the ghostsā¦
Anissa somehow managed to pull out her own wand and grab her little gift from the stand. She was breathing heavily, but not from singing of frightā¦ A secret third thing.
- Well that was fockinā unexpected. Are you all right? Can you get to your common room on your own?
- ā¦ Guhā¦ Yes, of course! Iām so sorry about that, I shouldāve knownā Ermmā¦
They were too panicked, but still pulled her close by the hands and gave a proper kiss goodbye, right in the doorway and all while looking like a broken kaleidoscope. Then they adjusted the spell and retreated - together with the flying Cake.
- Byeeeee eee eeā¦
-ā¦ā¦ā¦ Good nightā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦
Obviously Anissa was very flustered. She hid the box under her arm before casting a spell on herself and ran down the hallway in opposite direction.
***
After climbing up what must have been too many steps, Anissa just kicked off her shoes and plopped down on her bed. Now that she was alone with her snoring roommates (or at least most of them, as Timber was once again missing), she began to tear open the black wrapping paper of the box she had been clutching on her way to the dorm room.
āHeh. They got me leeches.. My favourite,ā Anissa whispered as she shook the box of Licorice Snap, making the sweets squeal and screech inside, āHuh?ā.
And there was the source of the overwhelmingly sweet scent that had been filling her nose since her date with Gideon: a folded piece of paper that now lay in her lap. The girl stared at it for a couple of seconds, blinking, before finally deciding to open it and find out what it contained. A few lines in a neat handwriting (someone had obviously tried to make it look good) surrounded by drawn hearts.
āHow originalā, she thought and started reading
Ā«Woe is me, for I have fallen
By the feisty, my heart had been stolen.
None, but you fancy a bitter snack ā
One that would fight you back.Ā»
For a few seconds, a deafening, high-pitched scream filled the dormitory room (and most likely the entire tower), but no one woke up or made a sound, except perhaps for the owls and hippogriffs far away in the Forbidden Forest. After a moment, the only sounds in the tower were the loud footsteps and the quiet mumbling of Anissa, who was wrapped in a blanket and heading out to the terrace to probably smoke a cigarette or two and calm her racing heart.
āGreasy cheesy little bastard.. š¢ā
***
Gideon knew at least Nerida (maybe Grace, at most) would be awake and waiting for them to spill all the tea of their mysterious dateā¦ But were not expecting nearly entire house of Slytherin up and about in common room, way past bedtime - ALSO seemingly waiting for them to spill the tea as everyone turned their head to them with a barely audible āOoooooh~ā.
- ā¦ Rightā¦ Well, I suppose I couldnāt eat this whole cake myself. - they sighed out, still huffy after running through the corridors.
- Did you rob Honey Dukes?? - someone exclaimed from the crowd of hungry children.
- Not me, noā¦ But my date probably did. Wait! Why am I telling you all this, itās none of your business! Neri, did you blabber something??
Gideon floated the cake to rest on one of the tables, and started undoing their corset because it was practically killing them. But they couldnāt hide a thick blush and a dreamy smile from everything else that went down this night.
- Of course I didnāt. Not that I know anything, youāre being weirdly vague and secretive about them. - Nerida rolled her eyes. - Hey, donāt touch the top! Itās for G, canāt you see the heart on it??
She stormed off to fend the special part of the cake for Gideon.
- ā¦ Thereās a heart on it? I didnāt expect h- Them, to put a heart on itā¦
Gideon landed on the couch near Grace all giddy and tired, accepting their rightful piece of cake, and taking a moment to ogle at it.
- Put it on? - Grace raised her eyebrow - They made you this cake?
- Mhmā¦
- I always knew you would find someone twice your age who could afford your wants.
- Sure Grace. You can think that.
Not a care in the world, only spoon in mouthā¦
āAnd how am I supposed to compete with thatā¦ā - Grace thought to herself, drilling with her eyes - a tall box next to her, that went unnoticed whole day. Not this year either.
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