hello! my name is castor! my ao3 is castorschoir. i mostly use this blog to talk about fanfiction and post drabbles, but i might post some drawings?
i post lots about harry potter (fuck jk rowling)! also maybe witch hat atelier, hetalia, enstars, pokemon and whatever is popular at the time. yes, i looked at the absolute PEAK that is witch hat atelier (manga & anime!) and decided to write about HARRY POTTER of all things.
i mainly like nottpott and perciver. percy weasley, luna lovegood, and cho chang are my favourite harry potter characters. cho is taiwanese and i accept no criticism on this. i am generally a multishipper.
at the moment, i do not write nsfw! please, please don't send me dms and asks about it! i like smut as much as the next person, but it's not something i currently write about.
i do not support jk rowling. she is worse than a bigot and has ruined the lives of trans ppl in the uk. i do not support her financially and post about hp exclusively on tumblr and ao3, where you only see content of the tags you look in and there’s little to no algorithm— no one who is not already a harry potter fan should see my work. the fandom and their ideas that have deviated and improved on the original source content is what i write for— hp got me through very difficult times in my life, and that’s why i’ve continued to write hp-related work.
my current fics
a fate of our own design
the current harry potter longfic i'm working on! nottpott! a story about art, finding yourself, self-identity, self-expression, perseverance, and not being afraid to be unapologetically yourself. admittedly cheesy and originally drafted during a time i was especially struggling with all those things.
celestia's archives
an old genshin series, currently with 2 parts, set in a the magnus archives-like universe. i'm still a big tma fan, but i haven't kept up with genshin, so this has been left unfinished. i'm honestly quite fond of the original concept, so there's a possibility i'll go back and write some more oneshots for it.
i'll edit this post overtime as i write more fics and get into more fandoms! please feel free to send asks <3.
canonically asexual jonathan sims, you are so important to me <3 jmart fanfiction in which they share non-sexual physical intimacy with each other, you are so important to me <3
That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world
Imagine Percy Weasley coming home from his second year of Hogwarts, teaching the twins “how to survive” their first year after having been bullied so hard. Just for them to become part of the popular kids that Charlie and Bill were apart of, and making fun of him for exaggerating how bad it was (they wouldn’t understand)
Imagine Percy Weasley during his first and second year wondering why his brothers didn’t warn him about all the bullying happening at Hogwarts, only to find out his brothers WERE the bullies (not actual bullies, but bystanders)
Percy Weasley, swearing in his second year that he would become head boy to stop all the bullying happening at Hogwarts. Swearing that his little brothers and sister would never feel different or distant from everyone else.
Percy Weasley jeopardizing his own reputation, becoming known as a prat and a rat for telling his teachers about underclassmen being bullied because he doesn’t want anyone to feel how he felt.
by castorchoir for the 100 to 1k NottPott Challenge!
Theme: You were once worshipped as a god. Now you hide in the ruins of your own temple.
To make a long story short, he’s drawn a lot of people throughout his eight years at Hogwarts.
Many, he has drawn multiple times. Be it because their most remarkable feature changes with growth, to see his own skills’ evolution, or just because he got it wrong the first time.
But, there’s no one he’s drawn quite as often as Harry Potter.
Theme: You were once worshipped as a god. Now you hide in the ruins of your own temple.
Harry Potter was always larger than life in Theo's imagination. He wasn't as obsessed with the Boy-Who-Lived as his peers (coughcough Draco Malfoy coughcough) but his miraculous ability to survive the Killing Curse had been something he thought about quite frequently over the years. It was a theme he regularly played with in the little short stories and novellas that he scratched out in his secret notebooks. Theo couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery of how he'd snaked his way out from under the crushing dominance of death. Theo knew first-hand how unstoppable the Killing Curse was in application.
When he looked at young, eight-year-old Harry Potter's eyes, he saw echoes of that curse.
With eyes like that, and a story like he had been born into, Harry Potter should have walked the halls of Hogwarts like a god. He should have been worshipped, fawned over. He had all the power of social fascination and obsession laying in the palm of his hand, ready to be molded, harnessed, used, and yet he never made any attempt to do such a thing. In fact, for the last five years, Theo would say that Harry Potter had nearly faded into obscurity. Not the legend of Harry Potter, of course. The legend grew more legs every day with the rumors swirling about what really happened to Cedric Diggory during the final task, and Dumbledore's possible involvement, and whether or not Harry Potter was actually insane.
No, it was the real person, that Harry Potter, who had faded into the unknown.
And it seemed to Theo that even his self-professed best friends had forgotten who he was.
"You love treacle tart, mate!"
"Or what about some pie, Harry?" Granger swapped his plate out for one she had made up for him, even though Harry had timidly filled it with a small sample of everything within reach.
"Hermione, let him eat dessert first!" Weasley harped, almost dropping a hefty portion of treacle directly onto Harry's shepherd's pie. "When else does he get to do that?"
"How about every single feast at Hogwarts, Ronald?" She shot back. "He's eight, he needs to eat his vegetables."
"Harry's always been able to feed himself, so far as I can remember," Ginny Weasley threw in sardonically, giving Granger an unimpressed look. Theo liked her immediately.
"He's eight!" Granger repeated sharply.
Harry's wide green eyes tracked over to Theo again. He'd been doing that quite frequently. In fact, he refused to leave Theo's side. He even shyly asked Theo to wait outside the loo for him when he pointed out where it was before dinner. That was the only reason Theo was sitting amongst the lions on their radiantly red side of the Great Hall.
Theo swallowed. How could he be hungry with so many people looking at him? Studying him? Watching to see what will happen to him next?
"Want to go eat somewhere quieter?" Theo asked impulsively.
Harry's eyes widened a fraction more. And then, imperceptibly, he nodded.
"Nott! You can't take all that!" Weasley blustered.
"I can and I will," he snapped, summoning Harry's plate from Granger's hands and stacking an assortment of other easy to eat foods on top, then throwing a containment charm over it. "Come on, Harry."
Theo ignored her. He slipped his hand over Harry's and lead him away from the hundreds of watchful eyes in the Great Hall. Harry had a temporary pair of spectacles courtesy of Madame Pomfrey, but Harry had a tendency to fall behind and stare owlishly at portraits or moving statues or ghosts, so Theo had developed a tendency to hold his hand so he didn't get lost.
Theo tried to ignore the dull roar of many voices that sprang up as soon as they left, but it felt nearly impossible. Bloody vultures. For Theo to disappear was no major event. He was a nobody. The last heir to a magical name that meant nothing anymore and would probably die with him. But for Harry to choose privacy, to ask for a quiet table to eat in peace and digest the unbelievable situation he was in as best an eight-year-old muggle-raised half-blood could? That was yet another spectacle. It wasn't fair that leaving a place where Harry was simply too nervous to eat felt like running away. And it wasn't fair that when Theo brought him to his secret place, the glass-domed South Tower, it felt like they were hiding.
But maybe he needs to hide, he thought, lips curling fondly as Harry ooo'ed over the hand washing charm Theo performed for him. Just until it's safe for him to come out again.
High key been thinking about Weasley favorite foods for one of my fics. No one asked and here they are: it’s canon now because fuck JK and her transphobia. Exist in fandom spaces but do not give her money - no HBO subscriptions, merch etc.
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Molly- Steak and kidney pie. She makes it herself, obviously. But tbh her actual favorite food is probably whatever she can put in front of her children and watch them eat.
Arthur- Toast with an unreasonable amount of butter. Also he will also eat absolutely anything if someone tells him it’s a Muggle food. That’s how he’s tried Poptarts and Eggos.
Bill- steak (rare) and strong coffee but also has acquired a taste for Egyptian food (duh it’s yummy!!!)
Charlie- Roast chicken, but will happily eat basically anything after spending twelve hours outside with dragons. Also likes fresh veg like celery, carrots etc. crunchy stuff you know
Percy- beef stew served very hot (temp wise not spicy he can’t handle it- if he licks a jalapeño he’ll die) with fresh bread please. Also secretly has a weakness for very cheap takeaway chips after a long day.
Fred - tells everyone it’s anything he can steal from the sweets cupboard but like his favorite actual meal is probably shepherd’s pie cause it’s mushy and he can chuck peas at people
George- fried breakfast!!! like eggs and bacon and toast and mushrooms and beans etc- The whole thing. He’ll eat it at 11 PM without hesitation. 8am. 3pm. Breakfast anytime. He is breakfast boy. Breakfast man. Breakfast wizard.
Ron- mashed potatoes and gravy. It’s warm and filling and comes in enormous quantities. Also he will also defend his mother’s cooking like she’s being personally insulted if someone criticizes it, so if that happens then what she’s cooked is his favorite food.
Ginny- spaghetti bolognese. Did I pick this cause she reminds me of Tally from the Uglies? Maybe who knows. Just something about Ginny eating a giant bowl of pasta after Quidditch practice feels correct. It just feels right for her to be in an Italian restaurant ok.
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Oliver Wood- meat pies. He just wants something hot and that is vaguely capable of being eaten after practice buts he is also aggressively Scottish about breakfast and loves full fry-up like George if he gets a chance. Also anything Percy makes him. It could be a single grape and it’d be the best fucking thing in the world
Penelope Clearwater- tomato soup with grilled cheese. It’s not fancy or particularly exciting but it minds her of home and of cozy nights snuggled in bed with a good book. It’s tied for stuffed grape leaves which is also savory and lovely, just depends on her mood
A Book of Creatures by @a-book-of-creatures doesn't update these days but is another thing along these lines, really huge, fully illustrated all by the author and cites all sources
how much hair i think random harry potter characters had out of the womb
i dunno what this is man. i’m so sleep deprived.
harry: so much fucking hair. a hairy baby. haha. get it. hairy. harry. maybe lily and james were still slightly unsure about the exact name they wanted to give him, maybe debating between different forms of a similar name, even leaning toward a different one originally, but they saw that hairy fucking baby and went “he’s hairy.” “harry?? i thought we were going with harold??” or smth.
hermione: above average amount of hair. she excels in all facets of life.
ron: a lot of hair. but only in one patch on the side of his head. other than that, completely shiny bald.
luna: a fine amount of hair, mostly. one randomly extremely long strand, though. also perhaps it was a darker shade of blonde and got lighter as she grew.
side note, i think she’d try dyeing her hair with a bunch of different things. like that one tiktokker??
draco: mostly bald, singular patch of hair in the middle of his head. surprisingly luscious for a baby.
blaise: a perfect amount of hair. fucking zabini.
theo: bald as fuck. 3 singular strands of curly hair sticking out the middle of his scalp. like diary of a wimpy kid style.
pansy: scattered random stands of hair all over her scalp.
fred: bald asf
george: lots of luscious locks. the twins’ time as babies was the only point during which molly could truly tell them apart. she immediately realized her mistake upon cutting george’s hair for the first time.
dapne: a normal amount of hair, but its abnormally long for a newborn. a baby rapunzel.
astoria: the opposite of daphne. a normal amount of hair, but so short, just out of the womb with a buzz cut.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
opened up my chapter 2 draft for the first time in a while— why did i stop there?? right when i started ignoring my outline?? what was i cooking!?!? how do i continue?? what was i thinking!?!?
