This is @bloodlineofbriars ' blog dedicated to @amethystandemma 's AU, Shadows of the Innocent. do not even remotely support JKR and her bullshit. I myself am trans. Do not interpret my enjoyment as endorsement. I'm not going to entertain harassment or argument about this. Just block me.
All art posted is my own unless otherwise specified. Creator of the header image can be found here.
Not tagging my main so it can't be found by searching my name, but you'll figure it out when I like your comment lol. My only RP blog of this AU is @talktothepinkquill for Eljay Skeeter. But I'm not opposed to answering questions in-character here! And will still occasionally post in-character
Wood (Holyhead Harpies variant) and Wood (Puddlemere United variant) are available at a store near you, TODAY!
ANOTHER COMM FROM @readiert! They are such a joy to work with and an incredibly talented artist. I shared my vision and they brought it to life.
If you’ve been following me for a bit, you know I’ve been wanting a Glasswood comm of them in the Mr. and Mrs. Smith poster for A WHILE. I’m completely obsessed with how this came out and how amazing they look. THE WAY OLIVER IS LOOKING AT RADIANT UGHHHHHH. I need a man who looks at me like that like yesterday.
Radiant’s hair and redesign was created by @bloodlineofblues | Oliver’s uniform was done by @dralamy used with their permission
SURPRISE! ANOTHER PRIDE PIECE! This time with an ambiguous ending!
AO3 || Wattpad
can i call u?
Sebastian stared at the little blue message until his eyes blurred and the letters doubled. He swiped out of the thread, opened up Instagram, double-tapped, swiped, double-tapped. Long swipe up, back to the blue message where his thumb hovered just above.
Should he delete it?
Nope, too late…
Three little dots bounced in the corner.
His breath caught in his throat, heart pounding when the white message appeared, short and sweet.
Yes your birthday was on the tenth. Yes this is being published late. I've had a lot going on.
I won't say anything that I haven't said on here a million times before. You are one of my best friends and I am so lucky to know you. Here is to many more years of friendship like Victoria and Eljay's.
Eljay and Augustine both belong to him.
WC: 1,650
Eljay Skeeter was nothing if not ambitious to say the least. Once they set their mind on something, they tended to be an unstoppable force that wasn't to be reckoned with. They didn't run The Castle Chronicles by sitting around on their arse and doing nothing all day.
That didn't change after they graduated either, which is why they found themselves leaving their shared Charing Cross Road flat on a Tuesday with one thing in mind: finding Victoria and convincing her to let them meet Augustine Saphiris.
Victoria had known Augustine for years. Victoria had known Eljay years. Victoria had also known that Saphiris was Eljay's favorite designer of all time but had never offered to set up a meeting between them. Eljay had been hinting at it, of course, but they found out Victoria could be remarkably dense sometimes.
It was time to take matters into their own hands.
There was just the matter of getting to the Ministry.
Floo wasn't an option. They didn't want to show up covered in soot; they had a reputation. Apparation was out of the question too with the Ministry's security measures. The Night Bus wasn't an option either. Their mother (the term "mother" being used rather generously) had written a particularly scathing piece about Stan and the last thing they needed was to get into the middle of Rita's issues. Well, more than they already were.
The only option left was to walk the 700 yard trek and use the phone booth entrance.
Perfect. Just what they wanted to do in the middle of June.
The things they do for their happiness.
Even though the walk was a tad hot (wearing a denim jacket and a ribbon necktie probably wasn't the greatest idea they'd ever had) it wasn't completely unbearable. It wasn't that long either, even with the stop at the chippy to grab something to eat.
Eljay stepped inside of the worn red phone booth, wasting no time in typing the numbers 6-2-4-4-2 on the keypad while keeping a firm grip on their brown bag of chips.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." a cool, automated woman's voice said as soon as Eljay finished dialing.
They rolled their eyes. Every time, they thought. "Eljay Skeeter, here to visit Victoria Macmillan, Assistant to the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic."
"Thank you," said the voice. "Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes."
There was a click and a rattle. From the coin slot emerged a silver square badge with the words Eljay Skeeter, visiting the Office of the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic written on top.
"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
"I know," Eljay muttered.
They dropped the phone back on its hook right as the whole booth shuddered. They leaned against the wall, examining their nails as the elevator sunk lower and lower into the earth before they were enclosed in darkness. A golden light illuminated their feet before flooding the whole space.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice as the phone booth came to a halt.
"I'm sure it does," Eljay said sarcastically.
Wasting no time, they stepped out of the red phone booth and made their way down the hall. With every step they took, a witch or wizard emerged from the fireplaces on the left side with a whoosh.
They made a left at the statue, heading over to the desk with a sign saying security over it. A horribly shaven wizard slept on the chair, resting on his arm. Eljay watched as a line of drool fell out of his mouth.
They cleared their throat, but he made no movement. They cleared it again, a tad louder this time, but he simply shifted a bit and remained asleep.
Eljay looked around. There was no one paying attention to what they were doing.
Without a word, they stepped past the security desk and headed to the lift. None of the Ministry employees said anything as they slipped through the golden grille right before it shut with a clash.
"Level seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office," said the same cool voice from the phone booth as it came to a stop.
The lift doors opened and Eljay moved to the side, letting a duo dressed in blue Quidditch uniforms step out. They moved to the corner and leaned against the wall as the doors shut again and the lift moved up once again.
"Level six, Department of Magical Transport, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, and Apparation Test Center."
Out stepped the three wizards. The doors shut again and the lift continued to head up. It continued the cycle four more times until the lift finally reached level one:
"Level one, Minister for Magic and Support Staff Offices," said the voice.
"Yeah, no shit," muttered Eljay.
They stepped off of the lift and onto the plush purple carpets that lined the whole floor. Eljay made their way to the second mahogany door on the right hand side and pushed the already ajar door open.
The room behind the door was a small, neatly arranged office painted a light cream color. The three of the four walls were lined with shelves containing various potted plants, books, and files. The fourth wall that wasn't lined held an old oak desk. Behind the desk was a very pretty blonde witch who was too focused on her paperwork to notice her visitor.
"Vic," Eljay said.
Victoria looked up, holding her quill over her parchment mid-word. A few strands of her hair had fallen out of its bun and onto her face, but she somehow still managed to look like it was intentional.
"Eljay! What are you doing here? It's only…" she glanced at her wristwatch, "Merlin's Beard, it's past noon already."
"Welcome back to the world of the living, Vic," said Eljay. They paused when they heard her stomach growl, coming up with an idea. "I noticed you forgot lunch this morning so I figured I'd bring you something."
She took the bag Eljay handed her, grabbing a chip and popping it into her mouth. "Thank you, I really didn't want to go down to the cafeteria again."
"I know, you told me."
They let her eat, looking around at the different photos in the various books and crannies as if they hadn't been inside her office before. They saw themselves twice, not counting the picture they had taken last week that wasn't in a frame yet.
Merlin, they forgot how good their hair looked in that picture—
"What is it that you want, Eljay?"
Eljay stepped back from the photo of Victoria with her brother, Ernie, that had to have been taken during his Christmas break, feigning innocence. "What makes you think I would—"
They turned and saw how she was sitting with both her arms and legs crossed and one of her eyebrows raised as if she already knew what they wanted.
"—want… something."
She tapped her foot on the ground. Eljay rolled their eyes.
"You were the one who wanted to know what I want for my birthday," Eljay muttered.
"Your birthday isn't for another ten months."
"I know you like to plan ahead—"
What happened next was something they would not have ever expected to occur in a million years. One moment, Victoria was sitting all daintily in her pink dress in her office chair and the next, there sat a goose.
No, not a goose. A swan.
A swan with the exact shade of brown Victoria's eyes had.
"You're an animagus?" Eljay hissed. "And you never told me?"
The swan hopped from the chair to their shoulder, settling onto their jacket. She let out a honk as if that explained everything.
"What are you even—"
"You're not Miss Macmillan."
Eljay turned back towards the door, trying their best not to curse out the man that stood in the doorframe. They forced their lips into a tight smile that they knew didn't reach their eyes.
"Nope, she's a bit… indisposed." Eljay said after a moment. "Why, did you need something from her?"
"Actually, yeah, miss. Could you tell her Cillian was looking for her?" he grinned. "That's me."
"Figured. And I'm not a miss."
Cillian… Cillian…
Was that the same guy that—
"Don't tell anyone but…" he looked from side to side before leaning in close to whisper, "I plan on asking her out, with Weasley out of the way and all."
Yup. This was the guy Victoria said was hitting on her a few nights ago.
"Well I'm sure she'd be very interested—OW." They shot a glare at the swan on their shoulder who looked all too innocent for something with a bite like that.
Cillian looked at the bird. "Do you enjoy swans or something?"
Eljay rested one of their hands on their waist and looked at their nails in front of them with the other. "Guess you could say I like them or whatever."
"I mean, aren't girls your age—"
Victoria the swan hissed which caused Cillian to step back.
"Not a girl, not a bloke either," Eljay said. "She gets pissy when people tend to ignore that." They didn't have to pretend to smile when they saw how terrified Cillian looked over the thought of a pissed off swan. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
They waited until they heard the lift doors shut again before turning back to the swan on their shoulder.
I already said how much I adored this in DMs and my ability to use words rn is having a time but I echo your own sentiments about the longevity of our friendship. Love you, twin
Ominis Gaunt's Coming Out || Cherry Cola Universe || SFW
Themes: Coming out, Secrets, Acceptance, Gender Euphoria, Hope, Modern AU
AO3 || Wattpad
Serpents coiled tight in Ominis’ stomach, the thoughts of the past week building as Sebastian droned on and on about the new game he had managed to procure after three months of saving pocket change from his uncle. It was some first-person shooter, the kind that had Sebastian screaming into his mic at some idiot in the America’s that had no business in the European servers, or so Sebastian would say. It wasn’t something Ominis was into, but Sebastian enjoyed it, so by proxy, Ominis did too.
They were currently sitting side by side at the park, halfway between school and Sebastian’s house, enjoying half-melted ice cream from the van parked nearby, a prime location to catch the after-school crowd as the days grew hotter. Ominis preferred a classic vanilla whip, where Sebastian always got a Twister that turned his tongue blue.
“And then this Faux guy started yelling at me because apparently, you shouldn’t throw flashbangs towards where your teammates are, even though the enemy was right beside him,” Sebastian said, berry ice melting in his mouth. “His fault for not seeing them, if you ask me.”
Ominis hummed in acknowledgment, the sound muffled by the ice cream.
Sebastian paused, eyes drilling into the side of Ominis’ skull. “You alright?”
Every doubt inside your head, bury them, just come to bed
The rockstar x his stylist is a very random trope but wowie I'm eating it up. Also I haven't been motivated to draw at all lately and I'm sleepy so forgive me if this doodle is not up to par 😔
It's 3:34 AM, I'm listening to VOILÀ, and tearing up a little about Mygustine (Myron Wagtail x Augustine Saphiris). I'll develop them more and draw them I promise 🙏
savina lovett, daughter of the haunted doll! not long after @barnabyjr ( forcibly tagging you hi hello ) mentioned wanting to see savina as a monster high doll, i was scrolling through vgen & happened to come across a listing for exactly that.. fate, methinks. thank you to the incredible rameru25 who was nothing short of a total JOY to work with.
i wanted them to have fun & let their own vision guide them, so i gave some details, but let them do whatever they wanted with the rest, and voila! her first iteration involves some green tones bc we thought it would tie in well as a ref to her being a slytherin. the second version is for more ghostly vibes. i love all the little details - the pearls, the keys, her belt with the bones & the broken pocketwatch... my babygirl in all of her lace and ruffles.. gorgeous.
would you buy her..would you add her to your collection...would you fight someone in the middle of a walmart toy aisle for her
it is. my birthday on the 10th. and I would just like to say that I am not a man who needs to be surprised and am perfectly fine to be aware of things beforehand. so with that said, if you need like a character reference or something, please let me know and I can either get it or make it 😭
