𐙚...Nymphy...𖹭

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ About Me ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Hi, I'm Nymphy welcome to my blog.

I'm 19 and love Hogwarts Legacy, I have played it many times, You will mainly find screenshots, fan art and fics on this blog, I cant say it'll all be good but I have a lot of ideas.

MDNI, NO TERFS, NO HOMOPHOBES, NO ONE WHO AGREES WITH JKR'S VIEWS AT ALL AND JUST NO BIGOTRY OR ELSE YOUR ASS WILL BE BLOCKED

Of Ember and Exile Masterlist

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New Character Incoming

Meet Maeve Bellafiore. She never knew this was what her life would become, having grown up in a Muggle orphanage her whole life. She never knew about the wizarding world until a man by the name of Eleazar Fig gave the orphanage a visit under strict instructions of Professor Black, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry....

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Hey Yall

its been a very long time, but I think I'm coming back from my very long hiatus, I just lost a bit of love for hogwarts legacy, but I'm back and love it even more. I've decided to retire Draveene and let her live the rest of her life in retirement.

I have a bunch of new ideas, and new OCs and characters and stories that im excited to share with you, i will be rewritting the fic idea for a different AU where Ranrok wins and takes all the magic from wizardkind but it might take me a while to put the first few chapters out.

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Fic Ideas ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

I'm thinking of writing a long fic like an alternative ending, id use an OC but its like Ranrok does win and gets the final repository, basically strips wizardkind of all their magic, locks MC up in a prison but they get out, don't know how yet, nut everyone goes into hiding, They have to revert to muggle ways of defending themselves like bow and arrows and all that, lots of angst, MC has to learn how to wield ancient magic again maybe a romance line kind of like the deathly hallows.

I don't quite know yet how to format it and put my ideas to page, but I'll probably write little snippets of ideas every know and then on here.

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[forestnymph2]

I've done it, working on part one right now, Here's the Masterlist

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ᛝPrologueᛝ

June 1893

Dravenne laid on the frigid, hard floor of her cell.. Hair matted, body uncleaned, she had lost all hope. 2 years.. It had been nearly 2 years since they locked her up here, her 18th birthday had come and gone. The highest security cell in Azkaban.. It was just four walls, sealed shut no way out, the only light came from a cut out in the wall where guards would shove stale bread through every few days if she was lucky, but even then it only came in to die on the floor.

Ranrok had the last repository, stripped wizardkind of all of its magic.. The ministry became corrupted, over flowing with dark wizards.. Rookwood was gone but his crew had stuck around, now under the guide of Theophilus Harlow. Hogwarts became a training ground, turning students into soldiers, into slaves. Anyone who tried to fight back would be killed. 

Dravenne knew that this was all her fault, Fig was gone because of her, Ranrok had the last repository because of her, because she was weak, she wasn't enough… These thoughts ran through her head every moment she has been in this cell.. Her only company being rats and the odd visit from Ranrok. 

He would come and taunt her.. Torture her.. Dementors that replaced every inkling of happiness with despair, depression and coldness.. She had just given up, she was weak.. She was tired.

There was a clanging on the metal outer cast of the cell “Food’s here, maggot..” The guard goblin said.. They changed shifts twice a day, but always with different goblins, Ranrok didn't want them to feel sympathetic towards her. Dravenne had been painted as a villain, a murderer, a manipulator, a cancer..

The stale bread was shoved through the cutout landing on the floor with a thud that echoed through the cell. Dravenne crawled over to where the bread was, it was dark she couldn't really see, her hand reached out to grab the bread, but it wasn't just bread there.. Her hand brushed a bit of parchment. She raised an eyebrow.. ‘How odd’… She thought to herself.. She held it up to the light and opened it. It read ‘Tonight, Don't lose faith.’

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⋮ Of Ember and Exile Masterlist ⋮

Magic is gone. The world is not.

After Ranrok seizes the Final Repository, wizardkind is left powerless, enslaved and hunted. No wands. No spells. Just steel, strategy, and survival. Dravenne escapes imprisonment into a world that no longer knows how to fight or hope.

On the run and in hiding, they search for a way to reclaim Ancient Magic, not as a weapon, but as a legacy. Along the way: grief, resistance, quiet moments of humanity, and a romance forged in fear and faith.

This is an alternate ending AU where Ranrok does win the final battle, as always MDNI, I don't really know what direction this story would go in and suggestions are always welcome

Prologue

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.☘︎ ݁˖ I have no idea what to call this fic. ☘︎ ݁˖

As the title says I have no idea what to call this fic.. and the way I want to format it is a bit from the present time then going a few months back explaining how MC got there.. So this is somewhat the first chapter of my idea, any feedback would be lovely.. and any ideas on what to call it would be very welcomed.

Its a bit gruesome, I don't know what warnings to put up but, just know it isn't pretty if someone being trapped in a prison isn't your thing this isn't for you.

Its about 700 words or so definitely needs more flushing out.. it is also the first fic I'm writing.. also if you want me to make a tag list, just tell me xx But its under the cut.

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June 1892

The cell was cold, colder than cold, the only light came from a slit in the door where guards would crudely throw food in every other day if she was lucky, and even then, the light only appeared to die on the stone floor. Dravenne found herself chained to the floor, Goblin silver around her left ankle never letting her get a step outside the door, burning into her skin, she was numb to it by now.

She just found herself. Hopeless…

The walls were covered in tally marks all made by her, all showing how many days she had been in here… 4 months left and she would have been rotting in this prison for a year. A whole entire year, her 17th birthday had come and gone. She didn't know the exact date, just a rough estimate, even then why should she trust herself.. She's the reason everything is the way it is.. All because she wasn't strong enough… Fig was dead because of her, The Ministry had crumbled and was overrun with dark wizards because of her, countless had lost their lives, their magic because of her. 

The cell was damp, the odour of old blood, rotting food and a few dead rats was overwhelming, but like most things Dravenne was numb to it. Her hair unruly, body unwashed and malnourished.. This cell was no Azkaban, it was Goblin made.. Made to keep things in, to never let them out.. A place for them to rot.. Even if she took a step out of the room she'd instantly be pulled back in.. It was made by the same metal that the repositories were formed from.. Ranrok had learned a thing or two from Bragbor and Isadora.. How to keep ancient magic contained and Dravenne was full to the brim with it.

Dravenne had lost hope.. Stopped eating, stopped keeping track just phased in and out, She was sure her mind was broken.. She had started seeing things, hearing things.. Whisps of her friends' faces through the slit in the door, sometimes she heard Professor Fig’s reassuring words, that used to be her motivation to keep fighting, but now it only infuriated her. She'd slam her head into the wall to get them to stop, but it never worked… 

Ranrok visited her often to taunt and torture her “I’ll make sure that once I find your friends ill put their heads on pikes to show people what happens if they sympathise with you…” He’d taunt… She knew he wasn't bluffing… the goblin had killed his own brother… 

Today was one of those days, Ranrok had just left wherever Dravenne was being held, She was left on the frigid, hard floor… tears steaming down her face.. She was so close to completely giving up.. She wanted to a long time ago but for some reason a part of her held onto that hope that someone would save her.. And she hated that part of herself the most.

A loud metal clang wrang on the door. “Food’s Here…” A guard.. It seemed Ranrok wanted her alive.. To keep taunting her… to keep for his entertainment. 

“I'm not hungry..” Dravenne responded hoarsely.. She was, but didn't have energy to eat at all.. The guard shoved the piece of bread through the slit anyway.. It was stale and hit the floor with a thud.. Dravenne picked it up anyway.. It wasn't far from her reach anyway.. She ripped off the hard crust and lamely tossed it to the corner to be scavenged by the few remaining living rats.

She tore bits off the soft middle of the bread.. The bread was always made crudely so it wasn't uncommon to find things in it.. But this thing was new.. A bit of parchment, almost seemed as if  it was purposely placed. Folded neatly.. Dravenne sat up quicker than she should have going light headed but she fought through it.

She shuffled over to the small light through the slit and opened it.. It read ‘Tonight, Don't lose hope yet.’

Here's a photo of Dravenne with a cat to make up for the torture i put her through

[forestnymph2]

Ignore this, I've made something better

[forestnymph2]

.☘︎ ݁˖ I have no idea what to call this fic. ☘︎ ݁˖

As the title says I have no idea what to call this fic.. and the way I want to format it is a bit from the present time then going a few months back explaining how MC got there.. So this is somewhat the first chapter of my idea, any feedback would be lovely.. and any ideas on what to call it would be very welcomed.

Its a bit gruesome, I don't know what warnings to put up but, just know it isn't pretty if someone being trapped in a prison isn't your thing this isn't for you.

Its about 700 words or so definitely needs more flushing out.. it is also the first fic I'm writing.. also if you want me to make a tag list, just tell me xx But its under the cut.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

June 1892

The cell was cold, colder than cold, the only light came from a slit in the door where guards would crudely throw food in every other day if she was lucky, and even then, the light only appeared to die on the stone floor. Dravenne found herself chained to the floor, Goblin silver around her left ankle never letting her get a step outside the door, burning into her skin, she was numb to it by now.

She just found herself. Hopeless…

The walls were covered in tally marks all made by her, all showing how many days she had been in here… 4 months left and she would have been rotting in this prison for a year. A whole entire year, her 17th birthday had come and gone. She didn't know the exact date, just a rough estimate, even then why should she trust herself.. She's the reason everything is the way it is.. All because she wasn't strong enough… Fig was dead because of her, The Ministry had crumbled and was overrun with dark wizards because of her, countless had lost their lives, their magic because of her. 

The cell was damp, the odour of old blood, rotting food and a few dead rats was overwhelming, but like most things Dravenne was numb to it. Her hair unruly, body unwashed and malnourished.. This cell was no Azkaban, it was Goblin made.. Made to keep things in, to never let them out.. A place for them to rot.. Even if she took a step out of the room she'd instantly be pulled back in.. It was made by the same metal that the repositories were formed from.. Ranrok had learned a thing or two from Bragbor and Isadora.. How to keep ancient magic contained and Dravenne was full to the brim with it.

Dravenne had lost hope.. Stopped eating, stopped keeping track just phased in and out, She was sure her mind was broken.. She had started seeing things, hearing things.. Whisps of her friends' faces through the slit in the door, sometimes she heard Professor Fig’s reassuring words, that used to be her motivation to keep fighting, but now it only infuriated her. She'd slam her head into the wall to get them to stop, but it never worked… 

Ranrok visited her often to taunt and torture her “I’ll make sure that once I find your friends ill put their heads on pikes to show people what happens if they sympathise with you…” He’d taunt… She knew he wasn't bluffing… the goblin had killed his own brother… 

Today was one of those days, Ranrok had just left wherever Dravenne was being held, She was left on the frigid, hard floor… tears steaming down her face.. She was so close to completely giving up.. She wanted to a long time ago but for some reason a part of her held onto that hope that someone would save her.. And she hated that part of herself the most.

A loud metal clang wrang on the door. “Food’s Here…” A guard.. It seemed Ranrok wanted her alive.. To keep taunting her… to keep for his entertainment. 

“I'm not hungry..” Dravenne responded hoarsely.. She was, but didn't have energy to eat at all.. The guard shoved the piece of bread through the slit anyway.. It was stale and hit the floor with a thud.. Dravenne picked it up anyway.. It wasn't far from her reach anyway.. She ripped off the hard crust and lamely tossed it to the corner to be scavenged by the few remaining living rats.

She tore bits off the soft middle of the bread.. The bread was always made crudely so it wasn't uncommon to find things in it.. But this thing was new.. A bit of parchment, almost seemed as if  it was purposely placed. Folded neatly.. Dravenne sat up quicker than she should have going light headed but she fought through it.

She shuffled over to the small light through the slit and opened it.. It read ‘Tonight, Don't lose hope yet.’

Here's a photo of Dravenne with a cat to make up for the torture i put her through

[forestnymph2]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Fic Ideas ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

I'm thinking of writing a long fic like an alternative ending, id use an OC but its like Ranrok does win and gets the final repository, basically strips wizardkind of all their magic, locks MC up in a prison but they get out, don't know how yet, nut everyone goes into hiding, They have to revert to muggle ways of defending themselves like bow and arrows and all that, lots of angst, MC has to learn how to wield ancient magic again maybe a romance line kind of like the deathly hallows.

I don't quite know yet how to format it and put my ideas to page, but I'll probably write little snippets of ideas every know and then on here.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Dravenne Mortain ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You can see when i learnt how to properly use photo mode ツ