#[v: hogwarts]

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@hvbris sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 ?

               ˜”*°•.         Familiar  but  at  the  same  time ,  strange .  The  corridors  crossed  engulfed  by  a  darkness ,  he  couldn’t  quite  explain .  Perhaps  it  was  the  curse  of  knowing  -  of  having  seen  the  future ,  of  having  heard  of  stories  sourcing  from  this  very  single  place .  One  student .  A  student  like  him ,  like  his  friends ,  like  all  these  people  that’d  sat  at  the  very  same  desks .  And  yet ,  a  student  that’d  brought  nothing  but  wars  -  it  was  kind   of  strange  to  think  about  it .  How  something  as  simple  as  one  boy  could  change  the  world by simply existing or not.

It  was  the  sound  of  a  voice  that’d  caught  him  off  guard .  ❝ What  ?  ❞   Gaze  turned  to  meet  the  other ,  the  surprise  creeping  into  his  face  not  entirely  pretentious . It  was  late ,  he’d  known  -  late  enough  for  all  students  to  be  in  their  dorms .  Late  enough  for  not  a  single  sound  to  echo  across  the  place .  And  yet ,  apparently ,  this  silence  had  not  been  impervious  -  the  other’s  sudden  approach  either  a  curse  or  a  gift.    ❝I  think  I  got  kind  of  lost  actually . ❞  Came  the  words  accompanied  by  a  small  awkward  smile .  ❝I  mean,  this  place  is  really  difficult  to  memorize .  ❞  

[traceyc-uk]

#MCtober prompt - are they part of any school clubs? Hobbies?

Hobbies - loves collectibles and an avid swimmer

Clubs - Crossed Wands of course!

[rednite-dork]

I have too much power in my hands...

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

i like having brain rots bc i get to improve on many skills and also be v self indulgent

for some vague context, I have two slytherin MCs (they're twins!) (its convoluted. they have memories of past "runs" on their own but this time they're with other MCs from other houses). this is just a hypothetical scene during my outlining of where elin gets caught and cursed like anne did and seb gets caught in the fray, they both get kidnapped and during all that, elin has decided to use what she remembers to test a hypothesis on a cure (which is a week or couple days of enduring excrutiating pain and not making a peep while someone watches over her.)

anyways. i thought i'd draw it and paint it bc i quite like how the sketch turned out. this is all for me. i have a lot of these and since the other one went ok as a post (i was scared pls), i thought i'd slowly trickle post all the things i've made the past month or two. will i ever share the full writing? no clue but i'm having fun and that's all i care abt

[ryllen]

BEEP BEEP

🚗

new son coming through

[rypnami]

i can't believe i didn't redraw this scene sooner?? they hateeee each other so bad. sebastian you bastard (affectionate). once again my inability to draw backgrounds is my downfall.

as always, original under the cut!

[thingsmaygetalittlecrazy]

Thank you so much for the sweet wishes 🥰 I hope you had an amazing holiday season, wishing you (and Elsie) a wonderful 2025 💖

[secondstar-acorn]

can’t think of anything to say other than it was everything I could have ever expected and wanted and hoped for. seeing them perform truly is an electric experience and I am so, so grateful I got to be there. I’ve never felt such overflowing joy and love in one room before and that truly is down to what a one-of-a-kind group Starkid is. I’m so happy and a little emotional that it’s over but like it’s sung in days of summer, “don’t wanna see you go but it’s not forever, not forever” ⭐️💜

[potentialbreakupscng]

lupins survived headcanon

dora (she still makes everyone else other than remus call her tonks, btw) gets frequent panic attacks when remus begins working at hogwarts again. not only because of the after effects of the war, but also because he did physically leave her twice. once after confessing her feelings, when he was gone for months. twice after months of them arguing about her pregnancy and he leaves to go try and leave with harry. she tried not to tell him about it, but with her hair and overall just lack of ability to hide anything having to do with her feelings -- he found out. being so skilled with enchanting parchment (ie: the marauders map ), remus enchanted two different types of parchment so they could write to each other throughout the day for both of their well being ( because i'm certain remus also had the same concern, because war. ) the messages would appear and stay, then only disappear at the end of the day. (hi yes i hadn't discussed this with u but i'm tagging u anyway @lupiinee )

[freddie5romeo2blaine2sidney4]

My Favorite Slytherin🐍 Characters

Oliver Putnam

Santana Lopez & Rachel Berry

Johnny Lawrence

Wednesday Addams

Raúl León

Gale Weathers

Rumplestiltskin

Maxine Baker

Patrick Verona

Eddie Diaz

[arosesstorm]

Bts as happy endings 

Happily Ever After -> for when just being happy isn't quite enough - hope

His fingers playing with yours, his head resting in the crock of your neck as the sweetest of songs played at your best fiend's wedding. "Do you wanna dance?" he had asked, in a way it sounded more like a proposal, "I'll dance with you till we're both dust" you had replied, standing to your feet, leading him to the dance floor.

Happy Ending Override -> a subversion of the Happy Ending where it's undone in the sequel - jungkook

Jungkook was finally home, the fights were over, his scratches were covered. The night Jungkook promised you he was over with that type of life, that you were enough for him, that the adrenaline had started to feel like sickness, it felt like he was lying to you, through gritted teeth.

Earn Your Happy Ending -> for when the Happy Ending comes after much darkness and angst - yoongi

it had been the craziest ride of your life; a journey in which you had feared way too many times you had lost, but with Yoongi's soft body laying by your side, his fingers in your hair, his eyes pierced to yours, you knew everything that had happened had led you to that moment and you were ready to do it all again.

Deus ex Machina -> when the Happy Ending is forced upon the story by an outside force that wasn't previously introduced - jin 

the night of your birthday you had wished for the universe to bring you happiness; you couldn't predict the universe had indeed heard you, nor that it did in fact led you to final joy, even if it came in the form of your lost long first love, who you happened to meet as you stumbled out of the bar, a shiny birthday hair-band on your head.

Esoteric Happy Ending -> when the 'happy' ending doesn't sound like one - rm

you got the promotion, you got the house, you got the dream job; so why was it that when you looked at Namjoon leave your apartment for the last time it didn't feel like you had imagined it would, relief didn't travel through your veins, butterflies didn't jump in your stomach, your heart was not beating fast, in fact it was not beating at all.

Shock-and-Switch Ending -> when the Sudden Downer Ending is subverted - jimin

Hearing the police on the phone muttering something about a fire, about your apartment, about your husband, it made your heart fall to the ground as you tried to make sense of it all, your legs running desperately towards your building as you saw the crowd. With shaky hands you came forward, your breath stuck in your lungs as you frantically looked around, Jimin's face everything you needed to see. If he was gone, if he was gone... "babe!" someone stepped forward, a ladle in his left hand; Jimin spoke again, "I wanted to make dinner!".

Surprisingly Happy Ending -> when the characters were expecting something else - taehyung 

Joining his father's company had been a sacrifice taehyung found himself forced to make, getting to know the love of his life was not in the plan. But he fell, good god if he fell, the moment he heard your heels' patter, the second he saw you enter the room, the instant you looked back him right in the eyes, fire burning in them, "I suggest you do not make the mistake of underestimating me, mr. Kim" you had said, and he knew, he just knew.

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

merry christmas but specifically to me

[fireflyinks]

guitar players…

rockstar! sirius black x celebrity manager! reader

a/n : this idea struck me and i just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

summary : sirius helps his manager loosen up a bit

contains : cursing, sex, p in v, corruption (maybe idk if this really counts tho), sucking on his fingers

MATURE 18+

“Look, Sirius. All I’m saying is that it may come off creepy if you keep all of these.” Famous guitarist in the upcoming rock band ‘the marauders’, Sirius Black, and I, his manager, sat on the tour bus, sorting through numerous bra’s and panties that fans had thrown at him during a concert.

“Come on, just one pair.” He picked up a pink, lacy pair of undergarments. “These would look rather nice on you, actually.” He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Keep it professional, Black.”

He shook his head, “What if I don’t wanna?” Grabbing my chin with his thumb and pointer finger, he let his lips linger dangerously close to mine.

I quickly leaned away from him, grabbing a hand full of the pieces of lingerie and stuffing them into a trash bag, ignoring his question.

“Come on, Dove. Loosen up a little.” He leaned over to me again. “Haven’t you heard that guitar players have really nice fingers…”

—

And there I was, laying on the tour bus’s couch, sucking on Sirius’s long slender fingers as he thrusted in and out of me.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He bottomed me out, filling my pussy with all eight inches of his cock.

“Fuck… yes Siri!”

“There we go.” He grunted, “I knew I could get you to loosen up, Sugar.”

I rolled my eyes, getting closer and closer to my release.

“You want me to put a baby in you? Hm? We better hope he or she has your smarts.” He laughed a bit.

“And your looks.” I moaned out, causing him to laugh again.

He continued to fuck me, getting faster and faster as my walls clenched onto him.

“I want you to cum with me.” He panted, slipping another lengthy finger into my mouth.

I nodded as I let out a pornographic moan, squirting all over his length. Just as I met my high, ropes of cum panted my insides.

Sirius looked at me, full sincerity in his eyes.

“Fuck, I’m gonna have to write a song about you after this.”

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 10

bad news, good news and everything in between

6 february 1996

Euphemia’s POV 

Screaming pulls me out of my sleep and before I’m fully awake, the door to my room opens and Harry runs in, panicking. “Mia!” 

“Haz! What is it?” 

“Sirius Black! He attacked Ron! He’s in the dorm!” 

“What?” I yell, leaping up out of bed, grabbing my wand from my night stand and running out of my room. As I step into the common room I see Ron standing by the couches; students coming down both staircases to see what the ruckus is. “Ron! What happened?” 

“Excellent, carrying on the party here then?” Fred asks, coming down the stairs, not seeming to mind the girls ogling him and George in just their sweatpants. 

“Everyone back to bed!” Percy snaps, following Fred down and pinning his Head Boy badge to his nightshirt. 

“Percy, Sirius Black! In our dorm! Came at me with a knife!” Ron cries breathlessly. 

“Now really! I am very glad Gryffindor won the match but it is far too late for parties! Back to bed all of you!” McGonagall says, storming into the dorm as she ties her dressing robe around her waist. “Percy, Euphemia I expected better than this.” 

“Professor, I certainly didn’t authorize this. I was just telling everyone to go back to bed, Ron just had a bad dream,” Percy says quite indignantly. 

“It wasn’t a nightmare!! Sirius Black was standing over me and he was holding a knife!” Ron yells, gesturing wildly around. 

“Oh please, how would he get through the portrait hole?” McGonagall asks. 

“Ask him!” Ron screeches pointing at the entrance to the common room. 

With a sigh, and looking still very suspicious, McGonagall moves out of the common room to speak to the portrait hole, the rest of us following to the very edge of the common room to listen. “Sir Cadogan, did you recently let a man through the common room?” 

“Yes, of course, m’lady!” The painted knight answers, puffing up his chest. “He had the whole week's passwords. Read them off a piece of paper. I was impressed with his dedication to security!”

After a moment, McGonagall comes back very stern looking and white as a sheet. “Which one of you foolishly wrote down all of this week's passwords?” She asks, her voice shaking in a way I’ve never heard before. The rest of us silently look around at each other until, from the very back of the room ,Neville Longbottom raises his hand. 

Hours later and not a single one of us is able to think about sleeping: nearly every Gryffindor student is in the common room huddled into small groups murmuring between themselves. We all know the castle is being searched again, desperately hoping that this time they catch him. 

Harry and I sit in front of the dying fire, surrounded by our friends trying to be reassuring. Harry’s head is on my shoulder, exhaustion from a long day fighting to overcome the fear we both feel. 

As the sun starts streaming through the Tower’s windows, McGonagall returns, her face grave and pale. Sirius Black escaped again and Harry and I are no safer than we were before. 

23 february 1997

I exit the greenhouse, wrapping my cloak tighter around me as the cold winter wind hits my skin, causing my hair to fly in front of my face. Angelina, Alicia and I walk quickly back to the warmth of the castle, sighing as we step over the threshold, warmth enveloping us again. “Godric, I can’t wait for spring. I’m so tired of the cold,” Angelina sighs, shivering slightly as we continue through the halls again. 

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve warmed up since practice the other night,” Alicia shivers. Wood had us practicing constantly still, gearing up for our match against Slytherin that is still nearly two months away. The other night’s practice was so windy, we all sat huddled in front of the fire once we were back in the common room. As we walk further into the castle, our conversation is cut short by distant yells and geers.

We turn the corner, a large crowd blocking the halls. Grunts, gasps and shouts echo off the stone walls. Students of all houses are shouting at someone in the middle. I sigh, knowing as a prefect I can’t leave without dealing with whatever this is. “I’ll see you guys back in the tower,” I say to Angelina and Alicia. I drop my bag by the wall and push my way through the crowd to see two students locked in a fist fight at the center of the circle. The boys separate for a moment, I recognize Mattheo and a 6th year Ravenclaw whose name I can’t remember, before Mattheo takes another swing, connecting his already bloody fist with the Ravenclaw’s face. 

“Mattheo!” I yell, trying to get his attention but he either can’t hear me over the other students or is ignoring me. The boys continue grappling until the Ravenclaw boy manages to push Mattheo off him, causing Mattheo to stumble back into the crowd of students. I take this as my opening and jump in front of Mattheo before he can go after the Ravenclaw again. “Mattheo! Hey, cut it out!” 

“Get out of my way, Potter,” Mattheo grumbles trying to shove past me but I plant my hands on his shoulders to try and keep him from lunging again. 

“Stop! You’re going to get-” I’m cut off when Mattheo manages to push past me, causing me to stumble slightly. Mattheo takes a punch to his face before he can land one of his own, but he recovers quickly, managing to get the Ravenclaw boy to the ground. Mattheo keeps punching, seemingly with no intention to stop, but soon Theodore Nott jumps into the ring, wrapping his arms around Mattheo from behind and dragging him back as Professor McGonagall’s voice rings out and students begin to scatter. I turn to see McGonagall and Snape rushing towards us, Mattheo pushing himself out of Nott’s grasp. 

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” McGonagall exclaims, looking between Nott, Mattheo, the Ravenclaw and me. None of the boys speak up, Mattheo and the Ravenclaw boy still glaring at each other. 

“Mr. Riddle? Mr. Nott?” Snape asks, turning his cold eyes to the two Slytherin boys. Still silent. 

“Mr. Davies? Miss Potter?” McGonagall asks, turning to me. 

“I just got here, Professor. I’m not sure what happened,” I respond, shrugging my shoulders. 

“Well! If no one will supply any information. 15 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin and detention for the both of you! I will not have this muggle brawling in the halls, do you understand?” The boys nod slightly, Mattheo wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I expect better of you, particularly from a prefect!” McGonagall scolds, her piercing gaze directed at Mattheo. “Miss Potter, please escort the boys to the hospital wing and that will be the end of this,” McGonagall adds and I nod in acknowledgement before she continues on her way. Snape eyes us coldly for a moment before following after her. 

No one moves until the professors have turned the corner. Davies glares at the Slytherins boys, spitting a bloody loogie at their feet. “Fuckin’ monster, just like your father,” the boy growls to Mattheo. Mattheo tries to lunge for the boy again but Nott holds him back. 

“That’s enough!” I snap, a sense of protectiveness taking over my actions, surprising the boys and myself. 

“Little Euphemia Potter, defending You-Know-Who’s son? Pathetic,” Davies coos, his eyes scanning my form. I stare him down as he takes a step towards me, threateningly. 

“Get the fuck away from me before I throw your ass in even more detentions,” I say lowly, my eyes daring this boy to push me. I hold his gaze as he weighs his options, eventually shaking his head and brushing past me and the Slytherin boys. “Mattheo, are you okay?” I ask softly. 

“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling out of Nott’s grip and walking past us, not sparing me another look. 

“We don’t need your help, Potter,” Nott says sharply, pulling my attention away from Mattheo’s retreating figure. 

“A simple thank you would suffice,” I snap moving to grab my bag where I had left it, turning to leave the scene but a hand wraps around my arm, preventing me from leaving. 

“He doesn’t need you fucking with his head so whatever you’re doing-” 

“Hey! I didn’t ask for this anymore than he did,” I rip my arm from his grip and cut him off, not of the mind to be lectured by someone who has never sent a kind word my way. “And for the record, I’m not doing anything. Despite what you and your friends seem to think, I don’t have it out to get anyone. I’m just trying to get through the year, so excuse me if I don’t subject myself to your baseless insults,” I snap, turning on my heel and continuing down the hall. 

“He’s not as hard as he pretends to be,” Nott calls after me, stopping me in my tracks. I turn slowly, halfway down the hall from Nott now. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nott watches me, his eyes seeming to search my face for a moment. 

“Just… try not to hurt him,” he says finally, his eyes suddenly soft, before turning and walking down the hall, leaving me to contemplate what the hell he means by that.  

Nott’s voice rings in my head as I make my way up to Gryffindor Tower and I think back to my birthday. Mattheo may not have known it, but he helped me a lot that day just by distracting me, by being there. I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through my bedside drawer, finding a pack of cigarettes and turning back to leave the common room. The trolls hired to guard the Fat Lady's portrait, a condition of her return to duty after Sir Cadogan’s catastrophic failure, eye me suspiciously as I exit the common room minutes after I entered but I pay them no mind. 

Soon, I reach the top of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and, as expected, Mattheo is sitting against one of the stone pillars, his face turned to look out over the grounds, his hands playing with a black zippo mindlessly. “Go away, Nott,” Mattheo grumbles without looking over. 

“Wow, do I look that bad?” I ask sarcastically, staying over by the stairs. His head turns to me, blood dried onto his skin, his brown eyes distant and sadder than I think I’ve ever seen them. His bottom lip is bloody and there’s a cut across the bridge of his nose, blood drying under his nose and his knuckles. 

“Go away, Potter,” he says, turning his head away from me. I walk towards him slowly, not listening to his instruction. “Seriously, fuck off. I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” he insists, his fists clenching. I stop next to him, holding the cigarette down to him. 

“No lecture. I just owe you a cigarette,” I say simply, causing him to look up at me and then my hand. After watching me for a moment, he reaches up with bloody fingers and takes the cigarette from me. I sit down by the next stone pillar, putting my legs under the metal railing so they dangle over the edge of the tower and I light up my own cigarette, leaning on the railing as I look over the school grounds. 

“I don’t want to be my father,” Mattheo says eventually, his voice cracking slightly. I turn my head to look at him sitting to my left, his gaze still fixed on the horizon, his eyes shining with unshed tears. 

“I don’t think you are,” I respond honestly, turning back to look out over the grounds. After a moment, I hear Mattheo light the cigarette I gave him and take a long inhale, and we sit in comfortable silence watching as the late afternoon sun sinks slowly into the horizon’s embrace. 

✦

I return back to my room well after sunset, cold from sitting in the winter air for longer than I expected. Mattheo had barely spoken in the few hours we sat together in the Astronomy Tower but I didn’t leave until he did. “Thank you,” he’d said as we walked down the last stairs of the tower together, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Our eyes had met and the rest of the world had disappeared for a moment as Mattheo and I looked at each other, an understanding passing silently between us, leaving me with a twist in my stomach that has only grown as I made my way back to my dorm. 

I sigh, looking at my bag on my bed, my untouched schoolwork calling to me. I pull out my books, flop onto the love seat in front of the fire but before I can even crack the spine, there’s a tapping on my window. I look up to see my owl, Pax, resting on the windowsill outside, an envelope in his beak. 

“Hi buddy,” I whisper softly as I open the window, the brown and white bird flying into the room to rest on the mantle. I take the letter from him, petting him as I turn over the envelope to see the Ministry of Magic seal on the back. 

I rip open the envelope, my hands shaking. As soon as I turned 18 a little under a month ago, I sent in a petition for custody of Harry to be taken from the Dursley’s and granted to me. I’ve been anxiously awaiting the verdict and have not been patient about it either. 

Dear Miss Euphemia Potter, 

We are writing to inform you of a custody change of your brother. Due to no objection from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and your passionate testimony of your plans and proof of ability, you are hereby granted full custody of Harry J. Potter, your request accepted. Please see below stipulations and expectations of guardians and sign the attached agreement of custody by 31st of March 1997 to confirm this change. 

Hoping you are well, 

Ethel Woodwark 

Junior Minister of Magical Minors 

I laugh as I finish the letter, joy and relief overflowing from my body. Tears threaten to spill over onto my cheeks as I read the words again and agin, confirming that I understand them and the best is true. The realization sets in and I burst from my room, searching the common room for Harry. When I don’t see him, I look at my watch and realize he must still be in his anti-dementor lesson with Lupin. I leave the Common Room again, nearly sprinting through the halls to find my brother. 

“Harry!” I yell, bursting through the classroom door, startling Harry and Lupin who are standing in the center of the room. 

“Mia! What’s wrong?” Harry asks, searching my face for signs of fear or anger. 

“Nothing! For once, everything is happening exactly as we want it to,” I laugh, holding out the letter for him to read. He takes the parchment from me, his green eyes scanning the words quickly and a smile growing on his face. 

“Is this real?” Harry asks, looking back to me.

“We never have to go back there again. They can’t hurt us anymore,” I affirm, nodding as the tears return to my eyes. Harry’s face lights up and he slams into me, hugging me tightly. 

“You did it, we’re free,” he says laughing in joy as the force of his hug causes me to stumble back slightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders, relief crashing down over us like a tidal wave at the thought of never having to live in fear of our aunt and uncle again. “Thank you,” Harry whispers to me. 

“Anything for you, Haz,” I respond, pulling back to cup my brother’s head in my hand and meet his eyes. “I mean that.” 

“Congratulations,” Lupin says with a sad smile from behind us. Lupin and I have barely spoken in the last month other than about classwork; my eyes meet his and I nod with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I respond quietly, releasing Harry from my grip. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lesson, but I figured-” 

“It's quite alright,” Lupin says, holding up a hand, “Good news should never wait.” I smile appreciatively at the man and turn back to Harry to see joy in his eyes I have not seen in far too long, a lightness in my chest I’ve not felt in a long time.

a/n; fuck the dursleys they’re outta here. anyyyway hope you guys enjoyed this please feel free to comment thoughts i love hearing it and thank u for reading!!

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[weezley]

whats your favorite Hogwarts Legacy spell or combo?

i LOVE the transfiguration spell upgrade, my build relies heavily on turning enemies into explosive barrels and whipping them at other enemies. that paired with the crucio upgrade to deal crazy damage to several enemies at once? amazing.