— 𝒮helves brim with tinctures and elixirs; some to comfort, some to tempt, and some to stir secrets best left unopened. Choose wisely, and let the apothecary guide your heart through these bottled tales.
On a brief note, the orders for Sparkling Draughts are currently ceased just until I finish up brewing the ones already requested. Be patient, my dear visitors.
⋆˚࿔ About Your Maker.
⋆˚࿔ Cabinet of Curiosities.
⋆˚࿔ Dosage Instructions.
— 𝒮o, you peeked behind the counter. Now this vial is yours to uncork.
neo , it’s jeje. i completely support your idea, as a trans friend of mine has gone through the same thing. all I’ll say is, don’t listen to the people who are talking shit. you’ve made your choice , and no one can change your decision. sending you sooooo much love and prayers 💜🫶🏽
Jeje, thank you so much, genuinely. It means a lot to hear this, especially from someone who understands how heavy this can feel. I know not everyone will agree with my decision, but hearing compassion instead of hostility really helps more than you know.
I’m trying to do what’s best for my own comfort and mental space, and it’s reassuring to know that I’m not alone in how I’m feeling. Thank you for taking the time to say this, and for the love and support. I’m sending it right back to you. 🤍
Katseye x reader under that para . Ruined my whole mood . It's just a merch. Lara and others obviously support trans rights and you know it . U can't go deep and pick pocket everything about a person to find something you don't like about them .
And fine but the long sad para under those tags were not needed. Could have announced this with no tag and people who are looking forward to ur fic or whatever can come to your blog and find out themselves. By your logic lara should hate you cause you live in the uk considering the history but she doesn't cause it's stupid and in the past.
Get over yourself.
I’m going to respond to this respectfully, because I think there’s a misunderstanding about where I’m coming from.
First of all, I don’t hate Lara, I still adore her very much. I strongly believe that she’s not transphobic, like I mentioned in my post, and I’m not attacking her character or the girls. What I’m saying is that I’m allowed to feel uncomfortable, and I’m allowed to step back when something triggers feelings I can’t just switch off.
I don’t think you understand how bad things have gotten for the trans community in the UK after J.K. Rowling’s and Radfems’ campaigns and rhetoric. I lived there. I watched policies change, I watched public opinion shift, I watched real people (including very close friends of mine) get hurt. It’s not “just merch” to me, because in that specific context, that merch contributes to someone who has actively harmed my community and myself. That’s not something I can detach from as easily as you might be able to.
I’m not digging for things to dislike about her. I simply genuinely lost a bit of my spark after seeing something that reminded me of a painful reality I’ve lived through. I can’t help how I feel, and I can’t write while holding onto those feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to myself or to the people reading.
And regarding the tags: people who follow my writing deserve to know why I won’t be creating for that tag anymore. It wasn’t meant to “ruin your mood,” just to be transparent. You’re free to think the paragraph wasn’t necessary, but I’m also free to express my boundaries in the way that feels right to me. It’s my blog, at the end of the day.
You don’t have to agree with my decision, but telling me to “get over yourself” because my lived experience affects my comfort level isn’t fair. I’m simply choosing to step back instead of forcing myself to stay in a space that currently feels uncomfortable.
Hi everyone, Neo here. Going out of character for this one for a little bit.
I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be a Katseye writer here on this blog anymore. I’ve been sitting with this for a couple of days now, and the truth is: Lara still hasn’t said anything about wearing Harry Potter merch, not even a small acknowledgement, and unfortunately that silence hit me way harder than I expected.
I used to live in the UK, and I saw firsthand how badly J.K. Rowling’s rhetoric damaged the trans rights movement there. Being a trans individual myself, it’s something that carries a weight I can’t just shrug off. So when it went unaddressed, I felt disappointed in her in a way that made it really hard to keep writing with the same spark I used to have for the group. And for the record: I don’t hate Lara, I don’t hate the girls and I don’t think they’re transphobes, not even in the slightest. I’m still an eyekon at heart, but I’m just not as comfortable as I used to be when it comes to writing for them.
You can think I’m being childish, dramatic, unfair, whatever; but unfortunately this attitude genuinely hurt my feelings, and I’m trying to honor that instead of pushing through it. Maybe I’ll come back someday, maybe this feeling will pass, but right now I just know I need to step back.
I truly hope you guys understand, feel free to talk to me if you’re down. Thank you all so much for all the love and support. See you around. 🤍
“This is journalist Yoonchae Jeung, interviewing psychologist (Y/N) Young. Today is December 17th, 2025.”
The office smelled faintly of coffee and paper, the blinds casting stripes of light across the walls. Yoonchae adjusted her notes, glancing at the red blinking light on the recorder. She looked at you, sitting with that same calm, deliberate composure that made it impossible to decide whether you were relaxed, or quietly observing.
“I just want to start off by thanking you for agreeing to meet with me,” Yoonchae began, voice professional, yet soft enough to carry years of curiosity and unresolved questions. “It’s… been a long time.”
“It has, huh?” You tilted your head, a small, precise smile forming. “Time makes stories feel distant,” you replied softly, voice measured and deliberate. “But some memories… linger, don’t they?”
Yoonchae nodded, tapping her pen lightly. “They do. You know, some people can’t stop talking about that time. The scandals, the accidents… everything that happened on campus.”
“Yeah,” you said, calm, almost too calm. “Everyone saw what happened. And the world… the world noticed. Everyone knew, in their own way.”
Yoonchae scribbled notes, but her eyes never left yours. “And you… you were there. You knew them, interacted with them. You saw it all unfold closely, I imagine.”
You leaned back slightly, folding your hands in your lap, her posture perfect, controlled. “I suppose it depends on what you mean by ‘seeing,’” you said. “I mean, everyone saw. But understanding… that’s different. People remember the events, the outcomes… rarely the process that led there.”
Yoonchae exhaled, thinking. “It’s remarkable,” she said, almost conversationally, “how a few people can leave such lasting impressions. And now, years later, the stories are still told, retold, interpreted.”
You tilted your head, considering. “Stories travel faster than truth, but of course you know that better than anyone, huh?” You said quietly, smiling softly. “They stick, they twist. Some survive in memory, some in rumor. And some just never die. You hear them, again and again, until the beginning becomes almost irrelevant.”
Yoonchae let a silence stretch between them, comfortable in its own tension. She had expected you to be careful, to evade. But instead, there was only this familiarity. This precise, calm presence, like a river flowing under ice, still and deadly.
“I want to understand,” Yoonchae said finally, voice gentle, almost confiding, “how people… how those five girls… how they carried themselves. What it felt like, what you witnessed.”
Your smile tightened, small and knowing. “Witnessing is a quiet thing,” you said. “People tend to assume the observer is passive. But observation… changes everything. It can be patient, persistent. It can be invisible. It leaves its marks, just as much as the actions themselves.”
Yoonchae leaned forward, curiosity sparking at the edges of her professionalism. “You’ve always been… careful,” she said, almost as if noticing a detail about you she had ignored all these years. “Methodical. You see things others don’t. And yet…” She paused, letting the thought hang. “You were there, with them. You watched as it all happened.”
“I was,” you said softly, almost reflective, “but watching is never the same as acting. And acting… can take many forms.” Your eyes met Yoonchae’s, steady, unflinching.
Yoonchae’s pen hovered, then scratched a note. “I want to hear it all,” she said finally, her voice even but heavy with years of unanswered questions. “From your perspective. The way it all unfolded, the aftermath no one really talks about.”
You leaned slightly forward, folding your hands with perfect precision. “Of course,” you said. “I’ll be more than happy to share everything that I know.”
Yoonchae exhaled slowly, leaning back and letting the recorder hum in the background. She watched you, felt that quiet pull of intensity. “We’ll start at the beginning,” she said, almost casually. “I want to hear your story, step by step. The years, the students, the… everything that followed.”
Your small, controlled smile widened just slightly. “I think we can do that, sure,” you said, softly.
“Great.” Yoonchae nodded, tapping the recorder. “Then let’s start with Sophia Laforteza.”
It’s 2006 now: the year of flip phones, low-rise jeans, and Myspace. Harvard feels alive in that restless way only college can be. Coffee-fueled mornings, too-loud parties, and the quiet ache of trying to become someone your parents would be proud of. Seven students cross paths under its red-brick towers, each carrying their own story, their own secret, their own kind of hunger.
(Y/N) Young • 22yo • USA • Psychology (Postgraduate)
A quiet observer with a mind built for patterns. Comes from an academic family, always the one who listened more than she spoke. Well-spoken but relentless, her calm presence hides an intensity that others mistake for passivity. Drawn to understanding human behavior, not realizing how risky curiosity can become.
Comes from a wealthy family of art curators from the Philippines. Graceful, luminous, and endlessly patient: the kind of girl who made people believe in goodness again. Known for her warmth and composure, yet her empathy often bordered on self-erasure. Wanted to understand others so deeply she forgot to protect herself.
Manon Bannerman • 21yo • Switzerland • Public Relations
Bold, magnetic, and perpetually always the center of attention. Grew up in a rich, noisy household where being loud was the only way to be heard. Smart, but impulsive: charismatic, but careless with her own actions. The kind of person that was terrified of being ignored, although yearning to be seen past the image she’s built.
Daniela Avanzini • 20yo • USA • Business
First-generation college student with everything to prove. Fiercely intelligent, disciplined to the point of exhaustion. Lived by structure, grades, and logic: anything that made the world predictable. Beneath that precision, though, was someone desperate to be acknowledged for more than her performance.
Lara Rajagopalan • 19yo • USA • Performing Arts
From an influent business family from New York, Lara moved through life like a spark waiting to catch fire. Free-spirited, reckless, and allergic to routine. Came to Harvard chasing adrenaline, constantly toeing the fine-line between art and self-destruction. Found meaning in motion, but feared what would happen if she ever stopped.
Megan Skiendiel • 19yo • USA • Photography
Quiet to the point of disappearance. Preferred to see life through the point of view of her lenses. Grew up in a middle-class neighborhood, lonely and isolated, always more comfortable observing than participating. The kind of person whose absence was louder than her presence, and who believed being free was the same as being alone.
Yoonchae Jeung • 18yo • South Korea • Journalism
A freshman with a quiet kind of curiosity that made people underestimate her. Moved across the world chasing stories she didn’t yet know how to tell. Thoughtful, observant, sharp-eyed, always watching from the edges of conversations. The type who noticed what others missed, even when she didn’t fully understand what she was seeing.
— It’s been a little over nineteen years since the scandals that turned Harvard University upside down. Five students, one campus, and a sequence of tragedies and misfortunes that absolutely no one could explain.
When investigative journalist Yoonchae Jeung finally convinces one of the figures who met these girls to speak, she expects closure.
Instead, she finds a story stitched together by charm, obsession, and the kind of mystery that seemed straight out of a best-selling novel.
Some stories die when the headlines fade. This one didn’t.
Apothecary’s notes: Hello, my dearest visitors. Your favorite apothecary has returned. Before we begin, I must update you on my current schedule: I’m brewing on my own terms now, only occasionally, as life beyond these shelves has been keeping me very busy. Still, I’ve been tending to this particular syrup collection for months, letting it steep and settle, and I’m genuinely so happy to finally share it with you.
Before you take your first sip, I ask sincerely that you read the side effects section carefully. This is a dark-themed recipe, brewed with heavy ingredients and shadowed notes, and I want you to approach it very gently and mindfully. Feel free to send me a whisper anytime, also. I’d love to chat with each and every one of you anytime.
I hope you enjoy it, truly. Thank you for being here. 🩶
Ingredient list: Katseye OT5 x Fem!Reader
Side Effects: This draught contains potent chemicals and indulgent flames; uncork with care. Side effects may include discomfort, heaviness, or an unsettling warmth in the ribs. Proceed only if you feel steady enough to sip.
This mixture includes mentions of: psychological manipulation; power imbalance; consensual but exploitative sexual content; codependency; mental illness, psychiatric hospitalization; public humiliation/reputation loss; non-consensual sharing of private material; substance use/addiction; death (including suicide) and disappearance; academic burnout; identity erosion; trauma, anxiety, and depression.
Sip slowly, and only if your hands feel steady.
Chapter 00. Prologue.
Chapter 01. Sophia Laforteza (TBA)
Chapter 02. Manon Bannerman (TBA)
Chapter 03. Daniela Avanzini (TBA)
Chapter 04. Lara Raj (TBA)
Chapter 05. Megan Skiendiel (TBA)
Chapter 06. AURA (TBA)
Chapter 07. The Harvard Five – Wikipedia Page (Bonus) (TBA)
Hello, weary travelers. Your apothecary is here to give you some more updates on my upcoming potion. The prologue and the characters profile are completely brewed already, but the rest of the mixture is far to be completed. Would you like me to release what is already done and wait until the rest is complete or would you rather wait so that you can enjoy drinking all at once?
🍃
Give us whatever is already done, we’ll wait patiently for the rest.
Hello there, dearest visitors. Before I tell you more about the new project I’ve been working on, I do want to make myself very clear. This story will touch on dark and sensitive topics: I will be crossing emotional boundaries that may feel uncomfortable or heavy to some readers. I chose to come here first and share these themes openly, so that you can decide for yourself whether this is a draught you wish to sip from.
By listing them, I might spoil certain parts of the story, so please continue reading at your own discretion. However, I want to emphasize one thing above all: none of these themes are ever romanticized. I am simply someone deeply fascinated by the darker corners of the human mind and how it manifests in fiction, and in fiction alone; but these behaviors have no place in reality and I, Neo, deeply condone them.
I’m simply stating all of this to know if it this story is interesting to you all, so please let me know in the poll below if you’d still be interested in reading this project. Your thoughts mean a great deal to me, and I’d like to know if this is a path you wish to walk alongside me.
• non-consensual sharing of private material (sex tape leak)
• substance use and addiction
• death: including suicide and fatal accident
• disappearance/missing person
• academic pressure and burnout
• isolation, loneliness, and emotional neglect
• self-worth and identity erosion
• mentions of trauma, anxiety, and depression
This will be a project unlike any other I’ve written before: dark, intimate, and unsettling. If you decide to stay and read, I thank you for trusting me with your time and curiosity.
Hello, my dearest visitors. How are you? It has been a while, huh? I’m afraid I came back to be the bearer of bad news.
Due to personal reasons, I have decided to become an occasional writer only. This means that all orders are officially closed until further notice. I am deeply grateful to everyone who sent whispers to my counter, but at this time I cannot tend to new requests, unfortunately.
That said, a particular idea has been brewing on my shelves; one I am eager to share. I am trying not to give too much away, but it will explore darker and heavier flavors: themes of death, psychological tension, thriller, and the unexpected turns of fate. I am pouring much care into it, and I have yet to encounter anything quite like it in the fanfic world. I would be delighted to know if you’d like to sip from this new, unusual draught once it is ready.
Hello, my dearest visitors. How are you? It has been a while, huh? I’m afraid I came back to be the bearer of bad news.
Due to personal reasons, I have decided to become an occasional writer only. This means that all orders are officially closed until further notice. I am deeply grateful to everyone who sent whispers to my counter, but at this time I cannot tend to new requests, unfortunately.
That said, a particular idea has been brewing on my shelves; one I am eager to share. I am trying not to give too much away, but it will explore darker and heavier flavors: themes of death, psychological tension, thriller, and the unexpected turns of fate. I am pouring much care into it, and I have yet to encounter anything quite like it in the fanfic world. I would be delighted to know if you’d like to sip from this new, unusual draught once it is ready.
Your request is ready and bottled, waiting for you at the counter. I also took the liberty of blending in a few other whispers of the same kind to make the process smoother. May each sip still feel entirely yours, dear visitor. I hope you enjoy every sip. 🩶
hello,, may i ask for lara with the letters f, j, o, p, v? i love your writing, thank you !
Your request is ready and bottled, waiting for you at the counter. I also took the liberty of blending in a few other whispers of the same kind to make the process smoother. May each sip still feel entirely yours, dear visitor. I hope you enjoy every sip. 🩶
Your request is ready and bottled, waiting for you at the counter. I also took the liberty of blending in a few other whispers of the same kind to make the process smoother. May each sip still feel entirely yours, dear visitor. I hope you enjoy every sip. 🩶
Lara’s messy with it. she likes the visual: on your stomach, dripping down your thighs, coating her fingers when she pulls them out slow just to show you. It’s not about neatness, it’s about claiming, marking. She’ll spread it with her thumb across your skin, grin wicked when you shiver at the touch. To her, cum isn’t just release; it’s evidence of how far she pushed you, how much she wrung out of you.
F = Favorite Position
She thrives on being face-to-face. Lara likes you under her, legs pinned, eyes wide open. She wants to watch every twitch in your expression, every attempt to hold back. But she’s versatile; she’ll flip you over the couch, bend you against the wall if the mood strikes. She does enjoy variety, but her favorite remains the one where she can see you unravel while she keeps total control.
I = Intimacy
Intimacy with Lara is unflinching. She doesn’t look away, not even when her breath stutters, not even when her voice breaks. She’s all hands and lips, marking your throat, cupping your jaw, pressing her forehead to yours when the pace falters. She’ll tease, she’ll smirk, but in the quiet moments she softens, whispering your name like it’s the only truth she trusts.
J = Jack Off
She doesn’t do it often. Lara’s impatient, she’d rather have you. And when she does, it’s quick, rough, no romance, just to take the edge off. But sometimes she slows down, thinking of you, the exact sound you make when you gasp, the way your mouth drops open. It frustrates her, because touching herself without you feels hollow. So half the time she stops, muttering under her breath, either deciding she’d rather drag you into it or trying to finish while looking at your nudes.
K = Kinks
Control. That’s the core of her. She doesn’t need too many toys or theatrics; her favorite thing is guiding, commanding, making you follow her rhythm until you can’t think straight. She also thrives on risk: a hand slipping under your shirt in public, whispering filth in your ear when no one’s looking. Lara’s kinks are primal: possession, power, the thrill of being just a little reckless.
O = Oral
She’s a giver, not out of selflessness, but because she gets off on it. Lara will spend hours between your thighs if you let her, greedy and relentless, smug every time you buck against her mouth. She loves the control oral gives her, how she can drag you to the edge over and over, deciding when to finally let you tip. Receiving? She likes it, sure, but watching you lose it under her tongue is her real addiction.
P = Pace
She’s adaptable, but she leans rougher than slow. Lara thrives on rhythm: hips snapping fast, then pulling back to draw out a whine, then driving in again. It’s calculated chaos. she reads your body like someone who reads a secret, knowing when to push and when to ease up. She’ll never let you set the pace fully; she needs to lead, needs to be the one dictating how far you fall.
S = Stamina
Lara’s energy burns hot. She’s not infinite, but when she wants you, she’ll keep going until you’re spent, collapsing into her chest. Her impulsiveness means she’ll chase sensation recklessly, but her determination means she’ll drag you with her until you’re both trembling. She doesn’t pace herself well. She wants everything now, but somehow, that intensity makes every round feel like the last one you’ll survive.
U = Unfair
Teasing is her sport. Lara will push you to the edge, then pull back just to watch you squirm. Her smirk is merciless, her hands lingering where you ache most but never giving enough. She thrives on your frustration, on hearing you beg. It’s not cruelty, it’s indulgence; she loves seeing you undone by nothing but anticipation.
V = Volume
She’s definitely vocal, but controlled. Moans low and rough, curses bitten out between breaths, your name dragged like a confession. Lara whispers filth when she’s close, the words meant only for you, hot against your ear. She’s not screaming; she’s commanding, grunting, groaning, keeping the sound intimate. What’s louder than her voice is her laugh, sharp and breathless when she sees how much noise she’s pulled from you.
Y = Yearning
Lara’s sex drive is constant. Not frantic, not desperate. It’s steady hunger. It simmers under her skin, always there, always ready to flare. She’ll joke about it, tease you endlessly, but underneath the banter is need. She wants you often, impulsively, pulling you onto her lap mid-conversation, dragging you into the nearest room. Her yearning isn’t casual; it’s possessive, magnetic. She wants you, always, and she doesn’t bother hiding it.
