#Amari and Dylan

[the-good-magician]

This is from my TT(Amari.peters) so yeah… the last one is my favorite 😭💀

[magician-p0sting]

Amari book three doodle

[whatwouldvalerydo]

The theory of blow magic - The merry boy band - 8/9

Warning: minor sexual references and jokes

Once more lazy to edit a picture or else we would have waited another week if not more.

Characters mentioned here or belong to: @flareshin @lifeofkaze and @kc-and-co

Walking inside an empty classroom, a few pair of eyes rose when Phil entered, the words “Welcome honorable knights.” Falling from his lips as if they were commonly used amongst them on a daily basis. Dylan rolled his eyes when several papers were presented on top of the table they gathered around, Phil offering a broad smile “Today is the first day of this adventure and I need your skills if we are to vanquish the evil that has possessed this castle. Once we are victorious, I will attribute a bag of carefully selected items as a reward. Until then I require your skills as we embark on this journey.”

“Who are you and why are you talking like that?’ Jonathan asked.

“Why am I here?” Lachlan chimed in, taking a seat, resting his elbows on the table as his eyes skimmed the papers.

“I thought my speech will add more to set the mood. You’re all in your last year and there’s a mystery, aren’t you excited?” looking at his friends, he added a tad sheepishly “Not even a bit?”

Nodding, Jonathan offered an encouraging smile “We are, of course. But we just don’t know what you want from us.”

Pointing a finger at the papers, Phil added in a dramatic but serious tone “To help me piece these together. Jonathan, you can use your imagination and drawing skills to redraw the pictures that are faded. Lachlan you can help us decipher the riddles and you Dylan can be our critical eye, see what we can’t.”

“I’m out, thanks but no thanks.”

Not looking at Dylan, Phil took a paper reading out loud “One shall handle with care such an instrument for it is delicate however when handled correctly, the most beautiful sounds shall be produced.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Lachlan picked up another page “Come on Dylan, what does that sound like to you?”

Sighing, he sat back down “I don’t know. A blowing instrument of some kind? Let me see.” Looking at the picture in the corner, he tilted his head “It doesn’t look complete. Maybe there’s a continuation on another page?”

Taking out a blank page, Jonathan already started doodling away, adding lines and shapes based on their descriptions.

“Maybe you can draw portraits of criminals for the Ministry since you’re so good at drawing.” Phil said after an hour of going back on forth, reading line after line.

“I don’t think so.” Jonathan mentioned pressing the page against his chest, his face going red.

Trying not to laugh, Lachlan elbowed him “That doesn’t look right.”

Looking at him panicked, he almost yelled “You think?” causing Lachlan to laugh out loud.

“Engorged, phallic shaped, member…” looking at everyone once he regained composure, he just shook his head amused at the situation “Guys, I think this book is a joke someone played long ago. It’s about” stealing another glance at Jonathan, he reeled himself in slightly “a different type of blowing. Something tells me you might actually not want to get to the bottom of his…curse.” He added the mandatory air quotes, Phil giving him a grave look.

“Quest.”

“Whatever.” Looking at everyone, Lachlan raised his hands “Really? That’s a…” urging Jonathan to show his drawing, a fully erect penis represented the highlight of his hour of labor. Phil blinked a couple of times, Dylan smacking his forehead while adding.

“So this is a nasty book on how people in the Victorian era went on about it?” squinting his eyes at some text, he sighed “That’s an awfully complicated way of explaining how to…no, no, I’m done. DONE.”

“But I want to break the curse.” Phil added with the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes Jonathan had ever witnessed.

“Trust me buddy, this might not be something you want to really discover.”

“No 100% completion?”

Shaking his head “Afraid not.”

“Unless you really want the entire picture on complicated sex and foreplay.” Lachlan added with a smirk, Jonathan crumpling his drawing and throwing it in the bin.

“Butterbeers anyone? I’m buying if we don’t speak about this ever again.”

“Deal.” Dylan said.

A day later as they were attending one of their classes, professor Winger held up Jonathan’s crumpled drawing, addressing the class “I’m curious to know who decided it was a good idea to use the classroom for such reasons. And if you don’t come clean there are spells I can use to track down the student that decided to have fun in my classroom.” Seeing Scarlett raise her hand, he looked at her “Yes miss Tempest?”

“Wasn’t me but I wanted to say nice dick. Thank you for sharing that professor.”

“And that’s detention for you, anyone else?”

[solarisbeam]

Amari and Dylan

Sob sob... I'm still waiting for the third book 😔

Cropped version :D

[ccgg112]

“We did it,” says Dylan. “We really made it to the finale.”

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. “We’ve still got a chance to bring them home.”

“They’d be proud of us,” says Dylan.

I can’t get my words out so I simply nod, tears running down my cheeks.

Dylan takes my hand and for a long time we just stand like that.

- Amari and the Night Brothers by B. B. Alston

[lifeofkaze]

The Sorting Ceremony

A/N: Written for the September prompt of @hp-12monthsofmagic OCs mentioned/featured belong to @thatravenpuffwitch (Rylie and Pat), @the-al-chemist (Rory), @that-scouse-wizard (Robin) and @usernoneexistent (Zola). Thank you for letting be borrow them!

The Great Hall was abuzz with noise. Hundreds of voices drifted up towards the starry canopy of the enchanted ceiling, the floating candles bobbing up and down slightly with the air’s subtle movement basking the hall in a warm, welcoming glow.

There was much to talk about after six full weeks apart, and the students of the four long house tables running the length of the room were mingling, catching up with those of their friends and classmates whom they hadn’t seen on the Hogwarts Express already. 

Dylan wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t like he didn’t have any friends to share his summer adventures with; he had plenty - or, what he considered plenty - and most of them were currently gathered at the Hufflepuff table, discussing their break. 

Dana Parkin, his childhood friend and godsister, had come over from the Gryffindor table, bringing some of her friends (of whom she had too many for Dylan’s taste) with her. She was talking with Rory McTavish, a loud, grating Gryffindor from Dylan’s year, and Rylie Hopper-Lee about her aunt’s latest plans for the Wigtown Wanderers when Rylie leaned suddenly to the side, whispering to Dylan. 

“What’s up?” she said, tilting her head curiously. “You’re so quiet.”

Dylan made a nondescript noise, sinking deeper into his seat. “It’s nothing.”

“You sure?” 

“Yeah.”

She didn’t look like she believed him, and Dylan had just opened his mouth to reassure her again that he was fine, when a hush ran through the Great Hall and Headmistress McGonagall rose from her seat in the centre of the staff table. She clapped her hands twice, and the room fell silent. 

“Attention, everyone. The Sorting ceremony is about to commence. All students return to their respective house tables, please.”

Her eyes lingered on the Gryffindors still occupying the Hufflepuff table for slightly longer than the rest, and Dana and her friends quickly shuffled away. Dylan watched them go with a sinking feeling to his stomach. Not much longer now. 

The great double doors to the Great Hall flew open, and the massive silhouette of Rubeus Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, appeared in the doorway. Not much could be seen for a moment, the wide frame of his shoulders blocking most of the view.

“Come on then.” 

He waved his plate-sized hand above his shoulders and walked towards the staff table, in front of which a plain wooden stool had been set up. On it, a battered brown hat was sitting, the fabric creased and wrinkled with age.

The muttering that had branded up with the appearance of the Sorting Hat ceased again as a group of children entered the hall, huddling together like a flock of ducklings behind their giant, moleskin-clad mother. A cold autumn wind had been sweeping the grounds earlier, and the anxious faces of the first-years were flushed as they peered at their surroundings. 

They shuffled along and into the Great Hall properly, forming a haphazard line on their way to the raised pedestal where the Sorting Hat was waiting for them. 

One girl - small, scrawny, and with a wild shock of dark brown curls - pushed to the front. Dylan followed her with his eyes as she strutted past him. She caught Dylan’s eye, sticking her tongue out at him. Next to him, Rylie leaned in again.

“Was that…?” 

“Reva, yeah,” muttered Dylan in response. “Where’s Patrick?” 

“Let me see… over there!” Rylie exclaimed brightly, waving to a young boy towards the end of the line. Rylie’s brother timidly raised his hand and waved back, looking slightly green in the face.

“Can you believe they’re here?” Rylie sighed. “I swear they were babies only yesterday.”

“They’re only a year younger than us, Ry,” Dylan said flatly, eyes sweeping over the rest of the first years. “It was us in their place last year.”

“Makes it even stranger. I can’t imagine not being at Hogwarts anymore, and now Reva and Pat are here, too! Aren’t you excited?”

Excited wasn’t really how Dylan would describe his sentiments at Reva attending the same school as himself. His mother would probably tell him to not be so dramatic, his father to embrace his feeling of imbalance and by acceptance find his inner peace… or something like that. But neither of them was here, and neither of them knew just how peaceful his year without Reva had been. One entire year without the constant threat of being pranked, one entire year without her screaming in his ear about who and whatnot and making all of his days loud, hectic and intense. 

“What do you think?” Rylie broke him from his gloomy thoughts as the first-years lined up before the Sorting Hat and Professor Flitwick stepped forward with a scroll of parchment in his hands longer than he was tall. “What house are they going to be in?”

“Gryffindor,” Dylan said immediately. “Reva’s going to be a Gryffindor.”

Rylie looked at him sceptically. “How can you be so sure?” 

“Trust me. If you knew Reva, you’d say the same.”

“Don’t you want her to be in Hufflepuff? Both your parents were, weren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“There you go, it’s family tradition. Wouldn’t that be fun?.” 

Dylan snorted. “Yeah, sure.” 

“Anyway, I have no idea where the Hat’s going to put Pat,” Rylie smiled over Dylan’s dark look. “I don’t see him as much of a Slytherin, but he’d make a great Puff, and he’s really clever, too.”

“Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, then?”

“I don’t know,” Rylie shrugged. “Or Gryffindor, who knows?”

“Yeah,” echoed Dylan. “Who indeed?” 

Up front, where the new students had assembled, the Sorting Hat stirred on its stool. One of its creases began to move, the shadows on the fabric reminiscent of a weathered, age-worn face. Its bodiless voice boomed through the Great Hall, filling every last corner with its sound.

Many heads I’ve seen That goes without say. I’m here to Sort the new ones So let’s not cause delay. Into Gryffindor you may go, Where they are brave and true. Chivalrous and bold If that appeals to you. Or maybe Hufflepuff’s the place Where you feel like you belong. Loyalty and hard work Is the essence of their song. Ravenclaws are studious And with a ready mind. If you have the wit it takes They will be your kind. And lastly, there’s Slytherin, Who are cunning rather than loud. If you aim for the stars You will fit in with this crowd. These are your choices, This is the song I wanted to sing. Now let us not dawdle And let the Sorting begin.

Dylan’s eyes rested on the back of Reva’s head as the Sorting Hat fell quiet. She was bouncing, probably with a mix of impatience and excitement, and Dylan found that his foot had begun doing the same. The conviction with which he had told Rylie that Reva was going to go into Gryffindor wasn’t as strong as he had made it seem. Both their parents had been in Hufflepuff, after all, and he was, too. It would make sense. What if the Sorting Hat would think the same?

Pushing the thought aside, Dylan swallowed heavily. At least they would know soon. 

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick hadn’t even begun reading yet when Reva began to move, pushing past the few students still in front of her.

“Albatross, Zola.” 

Reva stopped abruptly as another girl stepped forward, dark-skinned and with a head of close-cropped, raven-black curls. The Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, and after a moment, it opened its mouth and boomed out: “Slytherin!”

The girl slid from the stool and walked over to the cheering table at the far end of the Hall. She sat at its very edge, watching her surroundings with a guarded expression.

“Amari, Reva.” 

Dylan’s stomach gave a painful tug as his sister climbed the dais. Her eyes, which had rested on the girl who had been Sorted before her, were fixed straight ahead. With a cocky smile, she pushed herself up onto the stool and the Hat slipped over her eyes. It almost seemed to swallow her as it sunk in on itself, quivering in a movement that reminded Dylan of laughter. Then, it straightened itself out, and the crease in its centre widened to something resembling a grin.

“Gryffindor!”

The table next to the Hufflepuffs burst into applause. Dylan saw Dana raising her hands clapping, hollering as a grinning Reva took a seat next to her. She already seemed perfectly at home, as if she couldn’t possibly belong anywhere else.

“You were right, good job,” whispered Rylie next to Dylan. He nodded absentmindedly.

“Seems like it.”

Logically, there had been no doubt Reva would fit anywhere but with the Gryffindors. Watching her and Dana chatting between themselves now, however, gave him a strange, sinking feeling that he couldn’t quite place.

In the midst of his musings, Reva suddenly looked up from whatever it was that Rory McTavish was telling her. Catching Dylan’s eye, she wiggled her eyebrows and made a funny face. Sighing, Dylan looked away, his odd sense of disappointment dissolving as quickly as it had come. 

The Sorting continued, and after “Willows, Robin” had been placed into Gryffindor as well - much to Reva’s delight and Dylan’s growing sense of dread - and Headmistress McGonagall had delivered her speech, the plates in front of them filled with all the delights the kitchen had to offer, and his musings were forgotten. 

Dylan was still happily filled with mashed potatoes, peas and Treacle Tarts when he left the buzz of the Hufflepuff common room later that evening and made his way toward Gryffindor Tower. He waited until the enchanted staircase swung his way and climbed it towards the landing, where Dana was already waiting for him.

“How did you like your first feast without getting Sorted?” she smiled broadly as she fell into step beside him.

“Better than last year.”

Dana laughed breezily. “I can imagine.” 

“How about you? Glad you’re back?”

“Always,” Dana said, her eyes flashing. “There’s so many things that happened during the summer. So much to catch up on, and seeing what electives everyone has chosen and comparing the timetables and… what?” she tilted her head when a look of relief crossed Dylan’s face. He blushed.

“Nothing.”

“No, what is it?”

“So, nothing’s… happened yet?”

Dana frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know, with Reva and all.”

At that, Dana had to laugh out loud. “She’s only been here for a couple of hours, Dylan. What did you expect, that the castle would burn down?” 

The thought had crossed his mind but Dylan figured that he needn’t tell Dana that.

“I just mean, with her and Robin Willows both in the same house, there’s bound to be trouble,” he shrugged, trying to sound as nonchalant as Dana obviously felt. “One of them is chaos, but together, they’re mayhem. They got banned from sharing a room at Quidditch camp this summer.”

Dana’s eyebrows shot up. “Isn’t the owner Reva’s godmother?”

“The only reason they didn’t get sent home.” 

Dana’s smile wavered, if only a little. She made an impatient gesture with her hand. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You’ll see. This is Hogwarts. I’m sure it has seen worse than two eleven-year-olds with a couple of explosives.”

Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. “A couple of what?”

“Like I said, don’t worry,” Dana said, patting the bulging pocket of her skirt. “I got everything under control.” 

“Where are Reva and Robin now?” 

“They left to explore some time earlier.” Dana sounded thoughtful. “I hope they’ll make it back before curfew. This place can be a maze.”

Dylan shuddered at the thought of Reva and Robin prowling the castle unsupervised, but it wasn’t them that he was concerned for. 

“You’ll have an eye on them, won’t you? Make sure nothing bad happens.”

“To her, or because of her?”

“Both.” 

Dana gave him a half amused, half doubtful look but nodded her head, and Dylan already felt lighter for it. He bade Dana goodnight when they reached the portrait hole leading into Gryffindor Tower, and with a renewed spring in his step, he made his way back towards the dungeons. 

He didn’t make it far. He had just entered the corridor that would lead him to the Great Hall, its walls lined with ancient suits of armour, when a strange, high-pitched whizzing sound caught his ear. Alarmed, Dylan jumped to the side, just in time to avoid the bright green, sharp-toothed Fanged Frisbee that was hurtling towards his head. 

The impact of his movements sent him hurtling into one of the pieces of armour. The ancient suit began to topple, and before Dylan knew it, it came tumbling down around him with a resounding crash and clangour. 

Hysterical giggles came from the far end of the corridor, and when he pushed open the visor of the helmet that had landed square on his head, two little girls were standing there, doubled over with laughter.

“Happy new term, Sir Dylan,” cried Reva between fits of laughter, making her friend Robin Willows howl as she wiped a tear from her eye. “This year is gonna be great!”

And with that, they were off, their raised voices still audible long after they were gone. 

Dylan sat on the ground for a moment longer before he freed himself of the armour pieces and arranged them in a neat pile next to their socket. Sighing deeply to himself, he buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers and continued on his way back to the dungeons.

This year was going to be great, indeed. 

[pennyroks77]

I should not like this guy as much as I do

[amariipeters]

Amari and Dylan will never be a couple and that’s the biggest loss I will ever experience with a middle grade series.

[massiveladycat]

he's my favorite character in amari and the night brothers. fight me. i dont ship him and amari anymore (come on, dylan did too much damage for that) but i love dylan!! he's a good stand-alone character and i'd love for someone to analyze him

Dylan Van Helsing is the main reason i love the Amari series so much better than Harry Potter. He is basically Draco Malfoy without being poorly written.

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Crack ship for Scarlett and Dylan please!

I can't stop laughing 😂

🤣🤣🤣 I can’t

Chaos

Banter 100%

Not talking 20 days out of the month in an attempt to get to one another

[massiveladycat]

so this post made me think of dylan being electrocuted constantly and now i'm going to go and weep

Dylan was inside a cage of lightning? I mean Henry had his time with lightning, too. What the fuck? This ain’t funny anymore.

[ccgg112]

I laugh but then quickly turn away from him. Maybe that’s rude, but I won’t forget what he said to me in front of his dad.

“Don’t be like that,” says Dylan. “Who do you think vouched for you with my father? I told him how Lara and her dumb friends were teasing you.”

Dylan is the witness Director Van Helsing was talking about? He’s the reason I wasn’t punished for my fire illusion? I turn back to face him. “This isn’t a joke to me, okay? You can’t be mean to me one second and then nice the next. I don’t know if I can trust you. Or anything you told me.”

Dylan goes quiet and I turn back to Agent Fiona.

- Amari and the Night Brothers by B. B. Alston

[lifeofkaze]

🍉 and 🍋 for Dylan and 🍒 for Rockstar Lizzie

Scarlett: Tell us, Dylan. Rory: Yes, tell us Dylan. Dylan: I'm going to kill you both. Scarlett: Dana is my girl, apple of my eye. I'm only making sure she's satisfied. Rory: I can always fill in if she's too much for you to handle. Dylan: I hate you.

🍋 Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?

He very much likes both but if he takes charge, things are more on the slow, intensive side.

🍉 What’s your character’s favorite kink?

Dylan is an outdoor guy through and through.

Dana: So that one time, in base camp...

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Lizzie: There's much I have done but this is not among them. Mel: Really? What about that one time in that tequila bar where- Lizzie: NOT AMONG THEM.

[pennyroks77]

I, too, am hopping on the "switching hyperfixations for a while" bandwagon that my mutuals have all joined

since the new Supernatural Investigations book is due to come out soon, I'll probably be posting that sort of stuff along with WG things :)

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

That scene in the living library where Dylan tells Amari what he wanted with her VS what happened between them...

I am once again thinking about Amari and Dylan.

[yooniesim]

Amari Walden for @therichantsim's Quinton!

successful lineage | snob | proper | dog lover moodboard & music taste playlist

quick facts

36 years old, birthday is october 2nd

5'8 (172 cm), loves heels

straight woman, pronouns she/her

biracial - black & indian

from san myshuno, currently lives in tartosa

has two teenage daughters, maria and prisha

went to an university of arts for fashion merchandising in her late 20s

is a model, did mostly runway until she had her children and decided to focus on her health and loving her body, now does a lot of photography and the occasional commercial shoot

has a loving relationship with her parents; not so much with the father of her children

has four siblings and a big family overall

although she is generally a kind person, she is a bit of a snob and has her moments of looking down on things that don't meet her expensive taste

likes: lemonade, pumpkin flavor, dogs, party clothes, formalwear, woohoo, jazz music, polished fashion, deep conversation, family motivated sims, nature enthusiasts, photography, wellness, red nectar, retail, fashion, contemporary decor

dislikes: horses, malicious interactions, blondes, mushrooms, the paranormal

skills: charisma 5, cooking 4, parenting 6, photography 5

backstory

amari grew up in san myshuno to a loving but traditional family; they didn't have much when she was a child, especially splitting everything among five kids, but taught her the value of hard work and family. her parents weren't too pleased when she shared her dream of becoming a model, but with her personality, dissuading her from it was easier said than done. nothing could distract her from work, especially when she was booking shoot after shoot and walking runway after runway.... until she got involved with the "wrong guy" in her words, and had two beautiful children. long story short, she found out about him cheating when her kids were five and three, and he subsequently got the boot (she should've known better when he was also a model and named dylan, but we all make mistakes). since then, she's moved to tartosa with her aging mother after her father passed, focusing on her children and wedding photography business. now that her kids are getting a little older though, she's interested in re-centering on herself... and finding love again!

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