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[runesmithtinker]

2026 - Astra Helioscribe

First drop of anything of mine in relation to Hogwarts Legacy, but with being dragged into this by @cheonchi, I thought I'd share my OC, as well as maybe share the one I drew for my girlfriend too.

More info will be had for those interested down in the cut ❤️

Astra Stella Helioscribe Nationality: English/Irish - Muggleborn Height: 5'0" Birthdate: July 13th 1875 House: Slytherin (Fifth Year) Wand: 9 1/2 - Ebondy - Phoenix Feather - Supple

Personality: Astra is more than a slight bit of a nervous girl, born a lot from how she had been treated in her non-wizarding classes and by her former peers. She finds much of the world around her often more than a little confusing, but at such tends to try and ask a lot of questions in hopes of understanding. Sadly, this does have a tendency to lead to her seeming like she's challenging anything and everything she comes across, or is more than a little lacking in intelligence. Much the contrary is true though, as just about anything that can be explained to her she often picks up on fairly quickly after.

As a result of this behavior of hers, and subsequent treatment by those she knew, she leans on the side of being rather withdrawn and trying her best to hide who she actually is. From her love for sketching, deep desire to explore and read about anything and everything, to her distinct preferences for women, she buries it all as much as possible. In school she was seen as the quiet girl that had nothing interesting about her, but would annoyingly ask about the homework the teacher forgot to remind people about. When brought to church, she would read the bible cover to cover, and would often question the pastor on why he was taking verses out of context, or bringing up sections that should have been considered moot by other sections.

Once you get to know her though, and she feels your a safe person to open up to, she will often yap until the sun doesn't come up. She has tons she wants to share with others, be it her favorite books, writing ideas she has, or even just wanting to know everything about you yourself. However, just about no level of accepting her will ever dispel her seemingly endless feeling of needing to prove herself worthy of even the most basic level of others tolerating her.

Background: Growing up an only child, she was the light of her parents eyes. However, living in London with her father, Joseph Helioscribe, being a Brigadier in the royal army, and her mother, Merriam Helioscribe, being a professor at the University of London, she was often overwhelmed with their need to fit in to "proper society". As early as she could be, her parents put her into an all girls school where she was to be taught proper etiquette and how to eventually be a "lady". It was actually there that she learned at a rather young age of her interest in other women, having a rather deep crush on one of her class mates that often did what she could to answer Astra's endless questions. Sadly, with her parents being devote catholics, and her hearing plenty at church and from her uncle on her dad's side about how "those types of people" would go to hell or deserve to be treated, she never opened up about such to her parents.

Her time at the all women's school only lasted a handful of years, with her eventually being expelled when she was eight. Her teachers complained every time her parents came to check in on Astra about how she never seemed to understand anything that was explained and disrupted other students with how she acted. They would point to how she was always distracted with drawing, had her nose in some book about magic and fantasy, or playing in the dirt and mud as being her acting out rather than learning. Eventually it came to the point of the head mistress of the school opted to pay the Helioscribe home a personal visit, "for the sake of privacy and keeping things civil". There she had a several hour long conversation with Astra's parents, essentially taking the long way of telling them that she was not to return, and recommending she never be placed in any other school that would teach her how to be a 'proper woman'. With both the head mistress of the all girls school, and shortly after the pastor of their church and the Sunday school Astra occasionally attended, commenting on the young girl's "constant challenging of civil ideals and culture", her parents took her out of both school and even stopped pushing her to come to church with them.

Within a few months though, they had enlisted her instead in a public school, hoping that with her fondness of reading and fascination with topics her mother taught at the university, that it might be a better fit for her. This proved mostly true, at least for a while. Sadly, her questioning absolutely everything, and now far more nervous demeanor resulted in her frequently being forced to stand at the front of the class with a lovely conical hat on top her head. She was a prime example to all the other students... in what not to be, with the word 'DUNCE' written for all to see. Any time she couldn't find a place to hide away and read or draw by herself, she was heckled and bullied by the other students, even having her large circular glasses commonly snatched from her face and crushed. For a short while, one of the other boys in her class did try to stand up for her, with even going so far as to punch one of the kids that shredded one of Astra's art pieces. However, after close to a full school year of him in turn being picked on for 'liking' her, he fell back in line with the other bullies to prove he didn't. This led to the final straw for the school, with the very boy that had tried to defend her ending up tugging at her hair and dragging her through mud to show he didn't have a crush on her, resulting in Astra flailing, and her fist landing squarely into his nose. Between the two crying their case, the school sided with the boy on the belief that Astra had punched him without provocation, and was once again expelled.

For the following years, up until she turned 15, her parents hired a tutor to teach her at home. It worked to some degree, with Merriam being able to poke her head in from time to time and answer Astra's questions and do her best to clear up her daughter's confusion. Eventually though, her tutor pushed for her mom to stop interjecting, on the claim that her doing so was making it harder to gauge Astra's progress. From then on, the young dark haired girl was left feeling like she was beating her head into a concrete wall whenever she had lessons with him. He would all but lecture her, then expect her to simply spit out a repetition of what he'd said, but with subtle variations that left her not knowing how to answer with his having not actually answered any of her question on why what he was explain was how it was. Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, her tutor pulled her parents aside to speak with them. Over hearing a bit of their conversation, she heard him mentioning how she "will never amount to anything", and "if you wish to save your daughters soul, lest she end up dying a sinning harlot in some back alley whorehouse, I recommend having her lobotomized". Not knowing what a lobotomy was, or what it meant to be lobotomized, she fished out one of her parent's dictionaries. The next hour she was left sitting on her bed starting into the middle distance after seeing the fairly graphic depiction of what one was, and the description given of how it "pacified" the patient.

Sitting on her bed though, the door to her room was knocked on, with her "Unky" George having dropped by that same day and having a letter in hand for her. The two sat and spoke for a moment or two, with him explaining that she didn't need to worry about her parents doing any such thing to her. Instead, he slowly brought her around to instead focusing on the letter he'd brought, having already discussed it with her parents. An invitation to a new school, but one that would be far more fit for her with teachers that wouldn't just answer her questions, but be eager to push her to ask even more. While her parents, as proper Catholics, didn't believe in witches, wizard, or magic, and so believed Hogwarts to be some kind of performance "magic" school, Astra was a touch more open minded. Being handed a wand by George, she felt the hum of power that came with it in her hand, and stared in wonder at the glow of light that came from the tip with his instruction to try casting the Lumos charm.

With her parents worried blessing, and George offering up a favour and needing to speak to an old friend in exchange, he introduced Astra to professor Fig. The three didn't take long to clamber into the carriage by which Astra was to be brought along to her new school, supplied already purchased and packed away. For most of the ride, she distractedly sat, staring wide eyed out the window of the cart, until her attention was caught by the odd glow on the thing being discussed by the two older gentleman. As was her nature, she asked about it... only for the other two to be more confused than anything else. Before any proper answer could be gained though, the carriage was attacked by a dragon, and Astra was left with both her arrival to Hogwarts being delayed... and watching the death of her Uncle Osric.

[elkingwriter]

Picrew time!

I found a pretty picrew! No idea what style I was even going for, but let it be modern AU Selene from her alt era 🤣 everything is still in blue, obviously.

NP tags: @akiyamacho @asha181 @alliezarin @amethystandemma @bassicallymaestra @blue-birdie612 @cheonchi @creampuffcloudsdreaming @hmhoney @honeyed-blossom @idrewastar @lyra-prag @melainamayhem @runesmithtinker @ravenothere @soapallo @sallowsoul @waldensblog @weebiecreep AND EVERYONE

[runesmithtinker]

Tried my best to make my baby girl, and quite like how the green with pink highlights actually fits her. Kinda amusing with it also reminded me that her entire Room of Requirements is painted pink : P

[runesmithtinker]

What started off as just going to be a quick sketch of these three goobers kinda spiraled into something more.

Had the focus of wanting to draw both Astra and Nova (@cheonchi's OC) each looking a fair bit more worn down from their time dealing with the ancient magic. Astra slowly dealing with the right lens of her glasses having cracks that simply reappear any time they are mended, and getting worse the further her mental health deteriorates. Nove just being pissed off and tired as all hell, but at least having learned from Sage the American way to give someone the finger.

The shadowy figure in the background is personal headcanon of Fig for Astra's story, where is is a little less of a father figure, and a little more actively using Astra and Nova. The design in turn inspired a fair a fair bit by the original concept art for him, where he has a lot more pointy hair, both on top of his head and with a somewhat long beard.

[runesmithtinker]

2026 - Sage Lane

With permission from my girlfriend, am posting the art that I did of her own Hogwarts Legacy OC, as well as what she wrote for details on her. Will be slapping all that down below the break.

So here you go, have Sage, Astra's eventual to be girlfriend after she gets over her crush on Nova <3

Sage Lane Nationality: US/American - Halfblood Height: 5'6 Birthdate: 13th of February 1875 House: Gryffindor (Fifth Year) Wand: 14 1/2 - Ash - Phoenix Feather - Slightly springy

Personality: While Sage can be a bit upfront, she usually comes over as friendly as she doesn’t like coming to conclusions too early and wants to at least give everyone a chance. Something that from her experience is far more generous than some deserve. The moment someone starts being offensive or blatantly rude towards her, or more importantly her friends, she’s one to take direct opposition with even being quick to throw swears and insults their way or more if she feels the need to. Standing up for herself and her friends was something she had taught herself to do early in her life because no one else would. So she can sometimes come over as having a bit of a short temper. Additionally, even for those that just met her, it’s easy to see that Sage is a passionate soul that puts a lot into her craft. Though they may not necessarily be able to tell what she does, besides a vague idea of her practicing archery and making a point on not using magic.

For those that know Sage, it becomes a bit more clear as to what she’s passionate about. It’s really easy to get her to talk about how much she enjoys working with clay, painting, carpentry and archery. When it comes to clay she’s quick to make a point she likes both pottery and clay sculpting. With painting she rather naturally enjoys working on a canvas, but also on her clay pottery and sculptures. Besides her passions though, it’d also become clear that she’s a rather caring person that very clearly appreciates her friends as well as animals and beasts as she’s quite the animal lover. She cherishes those that are willing to accept her for who she is… because there have been so many that simply do not and for those that don’t. She’s very clear on the matter that she does not appreciate them. A fact that’s helped some by her being a bit impulsive and reckless… with a slight bit of stubbornness spliced into the point where her preference to work with her hands instead of magic, while genuine and coming from a place of passion and enjoyment, is also clearly a bit fueled by spite.

When one's close to Sage though, they’ll learn that she has a bit of a softer side to her and enjoys a couple of things that might feel a bit out of left field. While she doesn’t do it often she does enjoy dressing up and trying different outfits occasionally. Even though she might not look it, she would enjoy wearing a frilly dress or a cute outfit. However to contrast that it’d also become rather clear that she’s a bit of a rebel and to an extent has some issue with authority. Something that has improved quite a bit after having been introduced to the world of magic, though still plenty evident, especially to those that know her well. Alongside of which there’s a mischievous nature to her that isn’t all that obvious. She rarely ever shares or brags about how she broke the rules or pranked someone. Moreover, since she does enjoy some mostly harmless fun, even if it’d mean getting a firm talking to after if she ended up getting caught… She tends to also be rather easily talked into causing some mischief.

Background: Born in Charleston, South-Carolina, Sage grew up as an only child with only her mother around to raise her. A task that turned out far more difficult than her mother could’ve ever expected. As while she was given a male name and body. It didn’t take her long to find herself uncomfortable and disgusted by her own body. Even as a young child something felt wrong with her. She realized rather early on that she wanted to be a girl instead. Her mother simply treated it as if it was a phase. While it was for the best that she wasn’t taken seriously by her, that didn’t stop it from making her upset and hurt and lead to them having more than a few fights on the matter and her mother pleading for her to not be so difficult about it. It wasn’t much better outside of her home as she quickly learned that her mother was far from the worst she’d have to deal with. She quickly learned that people were rather quick to make fun of her, bully her and treat her like a borderline criminal because of what she was like.

It made her realize that sometimes it was better to just swallow her words… and push her head down. Simply put up whenever someone referred to her as “him”, “boy”,”son” or anything along those lines. Even though there was a desire to fight back against that. Especially when she didn’t understand what the problem was with her not wanting to be a boy. That started changing when one day she met a few like-minded people. Only one of them was around her age though the others were all older than her. People that have accepted that they couldn’t ever be who they actually were publicly and who simply kept their head down and took any abuse that came their way. Only one of them was like her though, a teenage man that was stuck in the body of a woman… Something that made her desperately wish that they could’ve just traded bodies. It still meant they had to both hide the fact that they were homosexual, but at least it would’ve solved one of their issues. Meeting this group of people at such a young age helped her understand herself quite a bit better though and made her despise when people treated them badly. So she started standing up for her new friends whenever they got bullied or made fun of for keeping to themselves and being “weird”.

Matters only started getting worse for Sage when she started finding her passions. When she picked up painting there wasn’t that much of a fuss from her mother, but the moment she started practicing archery… Her mother began weaponizing that against her because it was something that boys liked. She only had to put up with it for a year before things started getting better. That wasn’t because her mother changed her mind, but instead because she was visited by her father, a man from Great Britain. She only knew it was her father because her mother introduced her to him as such. At first she got to witness him and her mother catch up, though after a few hours he came to visit her in her room. With a bit of a knock on the door he asked if he could come in and what followed was a conversation that turned the world Sage had known so far upside down. First he told her about the world of magic and that she was invited to Ilvermorny… To which he had to answer a barrage of questions from her about the matter. Right after he however started to talk about something her mother brought up. As she of course told him about Sage having been going through this “phase” for years now about wanting to be a girl. Saying that he didn’t agree with what she said about her. He told her that if she wanted to be a girl, then she could be one and that it would be far safer for her to go to Ilvermorny because of that.

Sage took a moment to think about it. Though after a few minutes she ended accepting it. It meant going to Massachusetts which meant she couldn’t really see her friends anymore. She couldn’t tell them about magic either which made her sad and more than a bit upset. She got to enjoy a life where she was going to be accepted for who she was while they were stuck having to pretend they were heterosexual and “normal”… It wasn’t pleasant to learn that her friends were left out from this, but she was going to write them plenty of letters nonetheless. They were important people in her life and she wasn’t going to ever forget that and so made a promise that she’d never stop writing them. There was some relief that she wouldn’t have to deal with her mother as much.

When she arrived in Ilvermorny things were starting to look up. At least at first, everything was new and everyone was accepting her for who she was… She even got to work on transitioning. Though things started changing after a bit, especially since she still kept to her hobbies and didn’t want to rely on magic for everything. As people were quick to start making fun of her for choosing to commit to physical labour when she could instead just cast spells. She didn’t have the best time with her professors either. While most of the time they were alright, it felt like they had it out for her specifically as she was constantly told that there was no need to rely so heavily on honing other skills as she should mainly be focused on honing her magic, even despite her being rather quick to pick up and learn new charms and the such. It wasn’t as bad as when she lived in South Carolina though. So while she heavily fought back in different ways and wasn’t going to give up what she liked doing. The way she was treated became enough to push her to get up to no good and found some fun in causing some mischief. It started out simply as her trying to spite the professors, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that she actually enjoyed getting up to no good. She never really aimed to harm anyone, at best simply wanting to upset the professors and spite them alongside maybe pranking the occasional student.

While she had a friend or two in Ilvermorny, Sage didn’t manage to meet that many people that she felt like she could befriend. She didn’t realize exactly why that was until her 4th year, when she came to the conclusion that ever since people started making fun of her for her hobbies, she jumped to the assumption that everyone was going to react to that and so ended up being needlessly short and abrupt with people she could’ve probably become friends with if she hadn’t reacted so harshly to them. It was a realization that came rather late though as halfway through her fourth year, her father visited to make the suggestion that she should come to England with him and transfer to Hogwarts. He had spent a few years with Sage’s mother in the US and simply felt like it wasn’t working out. So he wanted to offer her some distance from her mother who would clearly never accept her for who she was. He did also miss his home to some extent, but his main reasoning was to give her a fresh start somewhere new. Where she didn’t have to deal with her mother. After a fair bit of deliberation she decided to take him up on that. As she figured that maybe a new start wouldn’t be all that bad of idea and so took him up on the offer.

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[runesmithtinker]

A Different Kind of "After" Life

Struggling to sleep and head feels a bit weird

Thought doing some writing might help, especially with my having for a while now had something of a small scene in my head with my girl Astra. Working on a larger scale writing project with her and @cheonchi's Nova filling as both being the MC in the game, dealing with a far shadier version of Fig.

Anyway, this bit I had in mind as being being probably taking place somewhere near the midway of the story with Astra trying to work through a fair few things on her mind.

Word Count: 1,949

Laying on the cold sands of the the Room of Requirements beach, Astra's eyes stared up at the false sky created by the room. She quietly studied the spreading web of cracks in the right lens of her glasses, highlighted by the clouds above. They'd been there for a while now, getting worse and worse. Sometimes she was glad she was farsighted, as otherwise she'd have probably stopped sleeping a while ago, spending her nights just sitting and staring at the web of fractures in the glass.

When did they even first appear? In Gringotts? Somewhere within vault 12? She'd not noticed them properly until she found herself sat in the map room and realizing they had returned. For a while she'd written them off as simply being a consequence of her rough and tumble lifestyle, driven by the need to "toughen up" in order to survive the keepers trials. Yet with each time she repaired them... she awoke the next morning feeling like she was going insane, seeing them right back where they had been before.

"Are you alright Ms. Helioscribe?"

Tilting her head slightly, Astra looked up to see Professor Weasley approaching. Right... This was a school. How long had it been since she'd actually attended classes. She and Nova had been so busy running around hunting down traces of ancient magic for Eleazar to study that she'd almost forgotten that she was supposed to be here to learn.

'No. No I am not alright. I feel like I am constantly under the effects of the crusiotus curse. Every bone in my body feels like it is broken. My muscles feel like they were put through a meat grinder. My head will not stop pounding...'

She said none of this aloud of course. How could she? She was supposed to keep the entire matter of the ancient magic secret. Such was what Professor Fig had pushed, and such was what the keepers had all but demanded of the two young ancient magic wielders. Instead a low sigh slipped from her.

"I... I do not know..." It was the closest thing to the truth she could put forward in the moment.

Approaching her, Matilda looked down to the young girl, concern written all over her face. "I haven't seen you around the castle in nearly a month. I was worried I was going to have to approach the headmaster about a potential student death... In fact, I only even knew you were here by Deek letting me know." Seeing a lack of any change in emotion on Astra's face at even mentioning fearing she was dead, Professor Weasley moved around and sat down next to Astra. "What's eating at you dear?"

"Is... any of this real?"

"In a sense, though I don't think anyone truly knows the full nature of the room-"

"N-no... No not... This." Her her lifted and waved at their surroundings. She knew that wasn't real, but it felt about as real as everything else she had experienced since the day she'd gotten into the flying carriage with Fig and uncle George. "I mean... any of it. Hogwarts... magic... the other students and professors... Is any of it real?"

"Im not sure I quite follow my dear... I would say it is all quite real, but I feel that's not quite what you're looking for. So what do you mean by 'is any of this real'?" Drawing her wand as she spoke, she brought the tip towards Astra's glasses, with a soft, "reparo," slipping from her lips. As a light wave of magic slipped over the lens, mending it back together, she offered a wary smile down to the black haired witch.

Watching the cracks recede, Astra found herself closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. "There is no point in bothering with that..." By the time she opened her eyes again, she could already hear the subtle sound of stressed glass crackling. A soft wince came as the earliest streak of white etched its way from the circular frame, knowing the rest of the blossomed fractal of fractures would come soon enough.

Sucking in a deep breath, and trying to ignore the returning cracks, she pointed her attention instead to explaining herself. "I cannot return home. As much I want to see pappa and mamma again... I have not even told them about uncle George's death, nor... nor do I think I could be honest about who I am with them. For all the love I know they have for me, I still remember way my uncle on pappa's side had to say about sodo-... erm... about men who like men, and women who like women. I know the feelings I have... or... I think now had for Nova are wrong... but more so because she's a jerk, than because she is also a girl." Inhaling again, she shifted to sit up and look out over the waves rather than at the sky. "Yet because I cannot go home... and I cannot tell my parents about the wizarding world... my entire life before coming to Hogwarts feels... irrelevant. I will never see the people I knew then again, and the letters I receive from pappa and mamma almost feel like ones I might as well have written to myself..."

A long pause came after, partially as Astra tried to think of how to word the core of her feelings, and partially as professor Weasley parsed what had been said. In that silence, broken only slightly by the crashing of the wave, Astra looked down to her hands. She could remember asking one of her friends when she first met him about a charm to remove blood from clothes, with the intent of cleaning her own blood out. Now... she couldn't even honestly say just how much blood she had on her own hands... 'It is you... or them.' A mindset she'd adopted to get over the notion of killing ashwinders and goblins. Yet the more she thought on it, maybe her tutor was in right after all.

"How can I know any of this is real? That it is not just... all in the last fragments of my own mind, with my consciousness having been turned to mush by my parents going through with having me lobotomized? Before coming here, when I would ask dozens of questions... I would simply be looked at as an imbecile, not worth the air I breathe. Now... I can ask as many questions as I want, and everyone answers them... but in a way that always feels like it simple leads to more questions." Looking then to Professor Weasley, all the pain from everything she had been through since the first of September weighed in her bright blue eyes. "What would make more sense... coming from a world without magic... Learning that it is real, being whisked away to a school where I can learn all about it... but never be able to return to my life before... or that I am actually sat in a hospital bed, vividly imagining the perfect world due to no longer having any recognition of the world around me?"

By now, the cracks that Matilda had tried to repair in her glasses had all but completely reformed.

"Oh... sweatheart..." Lifting an arm, she wrapped it around Astra and pulled the girl into a hug. "Nothing is quite so set in stone. I've known a few with muggle parents that have felt similarly... if maybe not to quite to morbid extreme you are expressing. However, come the end of the school year, and you will have the chance to return home. I might not be able to fully imagine what it must be like to not be able to share with your family what you life here is like, but I can understand that it must feel isolating."

Isolating.

The word bounced around in Astra's head.

The entire reason she had first found herself drawn to Nova was out of feeling like she was important somehow, or there was a chance of a connection. Sure, her crush might have come far more from finding the other girl rather pretty, and she felt something of a thrill at the thought of Nov's less rule-abiding nature. That wasn't what kept her desperately hoping to make some form of bond with her though.

Being blessed... or cursed... with the use of ancient magic left her feeling just that. Isolated. The ability to reshape and rewrite the world around her at her finger tips. The sensation of... godhood. Yet it was like living in a lucid dream, where she was the only dreamer, and all others present existed at an arms length from her.

Nova was the only other person she knew that she could share such a sentiment with and maybe... just possibly... have another who knew how she felt. It was for that reason she'd come to hate the high of wielding the ancient magic as deeply as she did. The crash that came after, feeling like she was having to choose to fall from that only slightly metaphorical godhood, certainly didn't help too much though. Yet even when she returned to having her feet on the ground, and looking to the friends around her... she felt alone, and like she was wading through a waking dream.

"You... You are right, Professor... Schools have just... never been good to me. I have just been... used to being alone, but maybe not quite so alone."

"You have friends Astra. I have seen how cheery that Gryffindor girl gets when you watch her firing her bow out on the quidich field. I have heard plenty of rumors about the endless discussions you and Ravenclaw friend of yours, Icarius if I recall correctly, have in the library. Professor Hecat even expressed a fair bit of amusement over how Sallow would not stop talking about how remarkable you were in Crossed Wands, despite the showing you put on of being beaten by him in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I could certainly go on, be it how the older Shen boy came to me about his sister crying over finding you injured in the hospital wings, or Ms. Reyes tracking me down to demand to know why you had not shown up to flight class for over a week." Tightening her hug on the smaller woman, she brought her other hand up to gently pat her head for a moment before sitting away slightly. Comforting a student in distress was one thing... becoming overly informal with them was another. With a groan though, she then pushed herself back up onto her feet and offered a hand down to Astra. "Now. I expect to see you in classes tomorrow young miss. Understood?"

Swallowing at all that the other had to say, she closed her eyes for a second. She did have friends. She was not alone. No matter how much it felt like it... Reaching up, she took the professor's hand and with its help stood up. For a moment she turned back towards false ocean created by the room, smiling slightly at how pretty it was, even if it wasn't real.

As she then faced towards the path back out of the room, taking notice of the professor waiting for her. Drawing her own wand, she pointed it to her glasses and swirled it lightly. 'Reparo'. With the word silently thought to herself, she watched as once more the cracks healed again, despite knowing they would return soon enough. No matter what, it wasn't worth just giving up and letting them spread until she fell apart.

[cheonchi]

2026. Quidditch buddies~ This is probably post game and they're heading to Hogsmeade

Adair Woods belongs to @amethystandemma! Thanks for letting me borrow your boy hehe

[cheonchi]

2026 Nova & Astra "Friends" is a stretch. Nova bullies the poor girl. They're roommates though. They're reacting to Duncan Hobhouse

Astra belongs to my friend Runa @runesmithtinker

[tanaisokay]

You & The Sonas

I have always adored the little tag games where you make yourself in a picrew and then your OCs/Sonas/Yumes along side yourself. It's always so fun, especially when the picrew is good. Saw this one circulating on twithole and instantly fell in love. I love the range it has, so I decided to bring it here!

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2795963

Aster (Left) — Me (Center) — June (Right)

No matter where Aster is, she's always my yume. June isn't really a yume/sona, and while she does have many qualities I have, to me that still doesn't define her beyond anything more than an OC (especially since June is modeled after my cat with the same name).

The funny thing is, we all have one thing massively in common. Which is: Green is the best color in the world. 💚🌿🍀🌲

No pressure tags! This is all for fun and playing with new picrews! Everyone is welcomed to jump on if I don't tag! 💚

@alliezarin @amethystandemma @creampuffcloudsdreaming @sillygoosedoodlez @twintalestories @browneyedsaiyangirl @julianightmare @lil-grem-draws @elisalsaa @chaotic-shymo @monyokami

[monyokami]

Thank you @tanaisokay for the tag 🥰

Me Beatrice🐱 Emerald🔱

NPT: @sapphirethorne @willowwhisk @weebiecreep @amus2110 @asha181 @amethystandemma @creampuffcloudsdreaming @elisalsaa @howlborne-art and you 🫵🏻

[weebiecreep]

Thank you @monyokami for the tag🩷

Me🖤 & Cataria💙

Npt: @elkingwriter @akiyamacho @cheonchi <33

[siegvat]

Thank you for the tag @weebiecreep!

Vega Nova Lyra Henry & Myself

I realize in this moment I have too many kids and I implore you guys to practice safe OC making and use protection. np tagging: @lyra-prag @sallowsoul @colettening @syrooo @runesmithtinker @87percentcreativity and you if you'd like!

[runesmithtinker]

Astra and Myself

I have... way too many other OCs I could throw in, but opting to limit myself to just my babygirl lmao

Maybe some day I'll have stopped lurking long enough to know anyone to potentially tag 😅

[sallowsoul]

worm off a string..what sins will you commit… had no damn idea what to do for savina but eventually made her this strange leetle creechure…. thank you @amus2110 for tagging me hehehe. here’s a link to the creator

np tagging: @alliezarin @wolfwaill @soapallo @witheringwidgetwrites @amethystandemma @lyra-prag @eggzeroni @mavenantonia @cheonchi and uhhhh ( soulja boy voice ) YOUUUU 🫵🏻

[siegvat]

I only did Nova and Henry hehe

np: @creampuffcloudsdreaming @slytherinsomniari @lyra-prag @colettening @runesmithtinker @elkingwriter

[runesmithtinker]

Tried my best to do my poor baby Astra

[cheonchi]

2026.

Known as the 'Mad Dog' on the playing field due to his chaotic and rather aggressive play style, Henry becomes a completely different person when it comes to quidditch. Off the field though, he's completely harmless and willing to lend a helping hand to anyone.

[siegvat]

Animal Crossing Picrew!!

I thought it'd be rly cute to see what everyone's MC/OCs would look like in the animal crossing world, and happen to find a picrew sooo I made one of Vega, Nova, Lyra and Henry.

Tagging: @elkingwriter @colettening @creampuffcloudsdreaming @sage-pages @galaxiasgreen @slytherinsomniari @lyra-prag @mavenantonia @soapallo @sallowsoul @amethystandemma and anyone else who'd like to do this!

Animal Villager Creator

Make a cute animal character! Please check multiple colors, they have many options! Rules -Please do not remove watermark × -Please link /

[runesmithtinker]

Might not have been tagged, but you caused Astra to come into existence, so you're getting me making her as best I can <3

@cheonchi

[cheonchi]

2026 Nova & Astra "Friends" is a stretch. Nova bullies the poor girl. They're roommates though. They're reacting to Duncan Hobhouse

Astra belongs to my friend Runa who does not have a tumblr

[runesmithtinker]

Was dragged into hell by my friend... minus the el

Spat out an adorable little muggleborn wizard in return. Absolutely adore both my girl Astra, as well as my friend's OC Nova that bullies my daughter <3

[runesmithtinker]

Humans Are  Space Orcs

On the eleventh polar rotation of the seventh month of the earth solar cycle 2538, an event occurred that would forever be seared into the minds of everyone near a visual screen within the galaxy. The Terran United National Dominion had been spreading its exploratory reaches ever farther. This led to conflict with many species, but diplomatic terms had always been met, whether it being through full sharing of all findings, a small taxation for crossing of borders, or the humans respectfully agreeing to leave if found trespassing. However, there was one species that found the mere prospect of the humans’ exploration to be an inexcusable affront.

These were the Nem, a proud people Who were feared for their physical prowess in claw to claw combat upon boarding a ship, which they were quite good at with their lightweight, but very maneuverable ships. They felt that the entire galaxy belonged to them, and from this belief, they felt it was their right to not just restrict humans from going to any place that was not first explored by the Nem, but to tax them for all places they had already gone. The Nem even went as far as to demand that the Human inter-solar mass trading and diplomatic post that reached from the surface of their core world, to the edge of its lower orbit, a structure unlike any other in the galaxy, the Ouroboros Station, be handed over to their control.

This created a conflict that had been avoided by other species, who had agreed simply to bring a Nem crew member with them, and to give at least half of whatever they found, unless the Nem asked for more, and what they asked for was not something needed by the discovering races. The humans on the other pincer, while able to be diplomatic and rather quite intelligent, have a special feature few other races have, stubbornness. As they continued to deny payment to the Nem, their research vessels were boarded, some killed, but for the most part simply looted, and in return a human cruiser would eradicate the stray Nem boarding scifer that was not quite fast enough. It was a war much like any other war. After all, both races were known to be warrior races.

But on the polar rotation in question, the Nem took something from the humans that other races knew never to take. They took the lives of many humans that were not famous, nor special, but were still each one part of their own pack. On that polar rotation a game of leg sphere, the final in a massive tournament apparently, was taking place when a dull crack was heard through the sky. It was enough to get the attention of many people, but the “competitive sport” of leg sphere went on. It was not until the large visual screen that had been used to show the events of the game switched  to instead show a reporter that the fighters on the field stopped in their tracks, and stared up at it, slowly carrying the gaze of the entire crowd.

“I’m coming to live on Channel 12 galactic news broadcast, with a recent report that some form of projectile has just struck the…-” The reporter trailed off with a look of terror in her eyes, like a vyscalky deathgrunt had just entered the room. She began again, but this time as though she had something lodged within her throat, “with a report that the Ouroboros has just been struck by a foreign… a foreign projectile. I think I might be sick.. We go live, along with along other channels to my colleague in the news center on board the Ouroboros…”

The visual screen switched to depict a man in a black suit, with a dark purple tie, sitting in front of a green backdrop, his head down, resting in his hands, a sign of human grief. “Keep the cameras rolling goddamn it…” with a shaky voice, “people of the earth… we have just been attacked. The Ouroboros station, from which I am reporting right now- oh god,” tears streaming down his face, he tilts his head back and puts his hands over his eyes. “From which I am reporting to you… has just been struck, and in moments will collide with the ground, killing myself, and millions of others. Oh fucking christ- no, NO, keep the fucking cameras rolling damn it.” The lights now flickered, and changed to yellow hue, indicated an emergency state. “If you have loved ones within, then please, call them, as this will be your last-no, their last-chance to say that they love you.” The reporter suddenly breaks out into an uncontrollably grotesk sob, but manage a few last words, “To my little girl Susey,” choking back tears, “I’m sorry sweety, but daddy’s not gonna make it home tonight to help you with your science project, and to my wife… Jennifer, I just want to let you and the kids know one last time. I love y-” The transmission suddenly cut out leaving only the sound of static to be heard throughout the galaxy, as the feed had been transmitted on hyperlight links to every visual screen in the galaxy.

Moments later, I remember overhearing a transmission for all human vessels to return to earth. This message alarmed me, as I had read in the human handbook that humans would not give up a fight if those close to them had been harmed. What confused me further was the eagerness mixed in with the sadness that I felt from our captain, Human Jacobson, when I asked if the reason he was giving up the fight we were in with a small group of scifers was because he had pack members within the Ouroboros. He responded so quietly my atulary receptors almost did not pick up on his saying, “no, I didn’t personally know any of them. But God help us if I’m going to choose to follow those scifers instead of returning home to aid in whatever way we can.”

It was found out only moments after, that the object that struck the station was a Nem super boarder, that had the thought that it could jump out of FTL right next to the station, thus avoiding any form of security, and take the station by claw. This discovery led to such an anger throughout the humans, my species, nor any other as far as I know, ever expected from the humans. Offering our condolences for their losses, many different races lent their aid services to them, in rebuilding, and healing. They accepted these services, but to my confusion, they did not rebuild the lost structure, but instead cleared the rubble, took care of their death rituals, and then constructed an odd building, with the only purpose being to list the names of every being that lost their life in the event.

One solar rotation later, the massive fleet of human cruisers that had gathered around the system left, I originally thought to return to each of our individual missions. Instead, our cruiser, along with the million others headed directly for Nem space, which was highlighted in red on our star charts for us to avoid. The exchange I had with captain human Jacobson still lingers with me to this moment…

“Captain, why are our bearings pointed directly for Nem space? Should we not return to the war we were fighting with them instead of heading to our most certain demise in their home territories?”

“War? What we were doing out there wasn’t war Xen’Chak. That was simply pest control.”

“If that was pest control… Then what are we about to go do?”

To this, a crease formed between captain human Jacobson’s brows, as what I have heard to be a human sign of anger, or thought. He said two words back to me.

“Pest extermination”

Within two cycles, around a half an earth solar cycle, the Nem empire had not just shrunk, but had been entirely eradicated. Before this, I thought that many of the things in the handbook about why humans were to be feared had been simple misunderstandings, or even maybe just false statements put in the human handbook. But, after the events that I not just witnessed, but took part in, I know now why humans are registered as a warrior race. They also proved to all other species one thing, and that was that if the galaxy belonged as a whole to any of us, it was the humans, and may we thank our ancestors that they are not like the Nem in their desire to prove it.

[bluebonne-blog]

[jasbeaw]

What do you mean, vet’s office? YOU SAID WE WERE GOING TO THE PHILHARMONIC!

[thiscorpsofbrothers-deactivated]

i’ve reblogged this at least seven times and i don’t regret any of them

[mygeekself]

[mytimeisnevertoday]

#actors who are actually their character

the greatest casting ever.

Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought an ice cream truck.

[coconutcoconutcoconut]

Follow your dreams Rupert

[kethera]

I didn’t know this. So I looked it up and - HE ACTUALLY DID.

[mandycreates-deactivated2020100]

‘I keep my van well stocked. It’s got a proper machine that dispenses Mr Whippy ice cream and I buy my lollies wholesale – 50 for a tenner – so I never run short. I’m not allowed to sell my merchandise. I’d need a licence for that. ‘I tend to avoid July and August, but the rest of the year I’ll drive around the local villages and if I see some kids looking like they’re in need of ice creams, I’ll pull over and dish them out for free. They’ll say, “Ain’t you Ron Weasley?” And I’ll say, “It’s strange, I get asked that a lot.”

It makes it even better that he just GIVES the icecream away.

[troyesivan]

this poST GETS MORE AND MORE AMAZING AS YOU READ

[omgfabulousagain]

This is actually so fucking cute, give this man a prize

[mysteryho1238138798223789-deact]

the shocking truth is revealed

[doctorphilofficial]

"go away mom, i’m eating commander crunch"

[themelonlad-deactivated20220305]

You know who else had Commander crunch?

[asophiora-deactivated20160419]

FIRST OF ALL: HOW DARE YOU