Gilbert, my boy
seen from Georgia
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Gilbert, my boy
I FOUND AN HP PICREW RAAAAAHHHH
lets chain post this stinker. Make your MC in this picrew and give me five quirky facts about them! And I mean quirky! Gimme the most whimsical goofy silly facts about them you have!! I want them! 👀👀👀 Tag your friends to make some too!
inst: evix.art stranger things, harry potter, marauders, harry styles
I’ll go first!
This is my MC, Allan Waite!!
GOOFY FUN FACTS:
Allan is prone to finding things like rocks and giving them to people he cares about- like friends
He HATES putting metal in his mouth and has a special set of wooden utensils just to avoid that sensation
He knows how to use a sword from his father- sorta- or at least- however much someone might retain from being five years old. (The age his parents passed)
He has a sword he shrinks and uses as a brootch, as his muggle weapon of choice is a cane to wack people with.
He’s hit his head on small doorframes before (6’1 ft tall my poor boy)
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GIVE ME YOUR CHILDREN
NOW
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tagging( no presh!!): @the-chaotic-scilla-aster @boxdstars @heyitszev @theladyofshalott1989 @endless-starlight-legacy @ravenwind-75 @honeybadgerdontcare394 @ you!!!!
I'm procrastinating on work and life responsibilities, so here's another group pic but with more MCs I have kidnapped and still keep the presets. 😌😌
Back row : Avania, Sylvia, Gilbert, Allan, Sylvan, Liam, Riz
Front row (short queens) : Mildred, Ember, Johanna, Cariad
It took hours and 3 game crashes. Also, it's totally way past my bedtime rn. Worth it tho👍🏻
I love how Riz is bending but still looks as tall as the other guys. 🤣🤣
Sylvia, Riz, Mildred & Sylvan are mine.
Liam, Avania and Cariad belong to @starry-slithers
Ember and Johanna belong to @ravenwind-75
Allan belongs to @a-usernamelol
Gilbert belongs to @honeybadgerdontcare394
I have a comic idea I’m going to per sure in the near future and I require 4-5 MCs for it. They can be any MC, male or female, they just need to be attracted to men ;3
I spent. Like 4 days on this. Because OCD and perfectionist don't mix. But anyways
Here's Scilla's character card! I got the Ravenclaw card from @kiwiplaetzchen! They have all four houses (and a lot of random shenanigans on their page, so if you need an aww moment or a laugh, you'll probably find it there) as well as the amazing profile picture made by @serpentsillusion !!!
As always, my asks are open to everyone (hate will be blasted), and I am happy to answer questions about Scilla! (This is an MC rp and OOC account, so fair warning)
The best part of my morning... Taking a nice long swim in the lake...
Ch. 1: "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting" // Hogwarts: Legacy AU OC x OC
So, I may or may not have written this at 5 AM... LMAO. Thank you to @heyitszev (unreliablenarrator on AO3) for letting me borrow his OC, Charlie Cagney, from his series To be Loved is to be Changed (which you should check out right now!).
Note: Charlie is pre-transition in this chapter.
Damien is my OC from the Like Moths to a Flame series.
Without further ado... ENJOY!
Chapter 1: "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting"
Early December 1889
London
Damien never expected that by the end of an unusually warm winter day in December, he’d be engaged to be wed. And to a young lady, at that. Brilliant.
Well, to be fair, who else would he be engaged to? A young gentleman? No, that would never do. Not now, not ever. But it was one thing to know that he’d one day have to get married to a woman, and another thing entirely to be shackled to an actual one. It certainly wasn’t ideal.
Speaking of the aforementioned girl…
“I’d rather not be in this scenario either, you know,” she said. Charlene said. Damien should probably start getting used to referring to her by her name.
“Hmmm?” Damien replied, still deep in thought. He fiddled with his wristwatch. Charlene… something felt off about that name, but Damien couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He supposed the young woman standing before him didn’t look like a Charlene. On second thought, who did she look like?
“This engagement,” she spat out the last word like it made a particularly bad taste in her mouth, then flushed. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”
“No, no need to apologize,” Damien said with a smirk. “We’re on the same page.” He could appreciate Charlene’s bluntness, at the very least.
She breathed a sigh of relief. After an awkward pause in which a maid alighted at their table carrying a tea tray and setting all the various accouterments before them, Charlene changed the subject: “When did your father tell you about me?”
Damien took a sip of tea before replying. “Mere moments before we stepped out of the carriage.”
“Really?” Charlene asked, her eyes wide. Damien noticed for the first time that they were a rich brown, nearly his shade too, if not for the gold specks in his own eyes. She was also ignoring her tea entirely, which struck Damien as odd.
He nodded in response to her question.
“That is… deeply unfortunate.”
Damien held back a laugh. “How long have you known about me?”
“A few weeks. It seems as if our engagement is all my aunt can talk about.” Charlene tugged at her long, dark braid nervously. Damien could hear her feet shuffling under the table, even through the voluminous folds of her dress. She seemed uncomfortable. That made two of them.
“Oh?” He took another sip of his tea.
She coughed. “The size of your estate speaks for itself.”
Damien couldn’t help himself; he released a hearty laugh. “At least I can bring something to our eventual union.” Oh, he really shouldn’t have said that. Damien just barely managed to hold back a grimace.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Damien responded, setting down his tea cup. He squinted out the window to his immediate left. The rays of sunlight coming through the partially open curtains were blinding. “Nice day we’re having, hmmm?”
Charlene narrowed her eyes. “You can’t just change the subject like that.” Oh, she was a perceptive one…
“I can and I will,” he said with as straight of a face as he could muster.
“Charming,” was all Charlene said in reply. She seemed decidedly unimpressed, but at least she didn’t pry further.
Their conversation stayed light and superficial for the remainder of tea. As the conversation plodded along in the dullest of manners, Damien stole a surreptitious glance at his father at the table across the room. He seemed to be enjoying his conversation with Charlene’s aunt. Lucky him.
“Am I boring you?” Charlene broke through his rumination.
Damien glanced up, caught off guard by the interruption. "Oh, no, not at all," he replied quickly, trying to regain his composure. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."
Charlene's expression softened slightly. She hummed, presumably in contemplation. Who knew though? Damien found her very difficult to read, which was unusual for him.
He offered her a sheepish smile. "My sincerest apologies. It’s been… a day.” He snuck a glance at his watch. “And it’s barely past two o’ clock.”
Charlene shook her head in mock dismay. "The trials and tribulations of the aristocracy."
Despite his better judgment, Damien found himself laughing. Again. Something about Charlene amused him. It was… pleasantly surprising?
Did he find her attractive? It seemed impossible - he had never found a girl pretty before - but there was something in her manner, the way she held herself, that he found captivating. He shook his head and was about to resume the conversation when his father cleared his throat from across the room.
“It is quite refreshing to see you two getting along so well,” Mr. Evans said as he stood up. “And so quickly too,” he added, amidst the sound of his chair scraping against the wood floor.
Charlene’s aunt followed his father’s lead, clapping her hands in an annoyingly gleeful manner. Out of the corner of his eye, Damien observed Charlene tilting her head ever so slightly to hide a grimace.
He tried to lock eyes with her in an unspoken moment of solidarity, but her gaze remained fixed on her lap. Her composure was, frankly, admirable. Not that Damien would ever say it to her face.
As the adults, presumably, prepared to say their farewells, Damien seized the opportunity to have one final conversation with Charlene, alone. "Speaking of getting along," he interjected, "I believe Charlene and I have some details to discuss regarding future arrangements. Privately,” he made sure to tack on at the end.
Charlene’s head shot back up, a curious glint in her eye.
Mr. Evans nodded in approval, completely oblivious to Damien’s deception. Nothing new there. "Excellent, excellent," he exclaimed. "It's wonderful to see such enthusiasm for the wedding."
Damien offered a tight smile. If only everyone in the room knew the truth behind the facade he had built around himself. As intrigued as he was by Charlene, as confused by what entranced him so, he knew that he could never love her. Not in the way that a normal man loved a woman. Would she mind? Would he ever deign to tell her?
Charlene’s eyes were still fixed on his face, searching. Something about the way she was looking at him was worrisome. Damien gulped. This girl was going to be a proverbial thorn in his side, wasn’t she?
POV: You have to duel this cornball in class. Puppy dog face activated!