#Mooncalf oc
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Woah hey, you just ran into a fey-
Say hello to Mooncalf !
Do not give him your name.
This not-so-little trickster has been in a deep sleep for a looong long while. It's unclear what got him to stir, perhaps the abnormal phenomena Earth is going through all of a sudden, but now that Mooncalf is wide awake, he has a lot of playtime to catch up on.
Monsters of his kind are some of the most dangerous you could ever find. Short of siadar themselves, these entities often hold far too much power for their immature attitudes. They love games and they hate to lose, to come out unscathed is to have impressive wit. Thankfully, they're quite rare.
Aligning himself with no one's values or goals, Mooncalf lives for the thrill of self-amusement. For deceit, games, music, comedy- His desires as simple and gentle as they can be dark and sadistic. The real consistency of fey like him lies in their worship of the lunar cycles, from which they claim their power is drawn from.
To catch his attention is to reveal yourself particularly unique, or simply stand out at the wrong time in the wrong place. Either way, you're assured a joyride in a pocket space that'll leave you more than a little rattled. Even if you never allow this fey to have ownership over you the proper way, Mooncalf is possessive and adamant that only he may interfere with your life's trajectory, a persistence predator more than anything else. His love for you translates into constant attempts to make your surroundings interesting and exciting, but oftentimes only result in giving you mild to severe anxiety.
Although fey are fond of disguises, many of them will have "go-to" forms, so while you see Mooncalf's bird-legged, hunched visage often, he may appear to you in other ways.
A consequence of staying asleep for as long as he has is that his magic has yet to shake off a certain inertia, which keeps his glamors static and prevent him from shifting back to his natural state. For this reason, Mooncalf avoids taking on his conventionally attractive humanoid disguise. It grows quite irritating to stay in it for prolonged periods of time, causing him to become aimlessly violent.
A non-threatening, rounded form exists to aid him in drained or unsafe states, with the intent of appealing to any perceived predator's emotions and evoking merciful urges. This form is also excellent to preserve energy as a whole. Although presumably weakened when in this state, it wouldn't be a bright idea to just punt Mooncalf against the nearest wall.
When Mooncalf is entering a rut, he will "hunt" a possible partner by using the humanoid disguise and attempting to trick someone into stepping inside a pocket space.
Well. Good luck with bird legs.
#Mooncalf oc#pinnie's art#monster boyfriend#monster oc#yandere monster#yandere teratophilia#monsterfucker#monster x reader#minors dni#terato tag
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Flora having fun in the vivarium yesterday FT a surprise at the end, the puffskeins tongue got stuck in my game LOL
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#ravenclaw#hogwartslegacyvivarium#hogwartsbeasts#puffskein#hogwartslegacybeasts#mooncalf#wizarding world
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Poppy excited af about Mooncalves and Silas, who won’t be bothered with anyone usually, is just happy to be there with her. 🥹
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy fandom#digital photography#hogwarts legacy screenshots#poppy sweeting#mooncalf
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Hogwarts Legacy Shelf ✨️ 🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚
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Emily's pet always knows that his mistress has sweets in her pocket, and constantly begs them. >3
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Drawing for @glenechoslasher and me!! 🥺🤲 It’s her MC Benjamin Fawley and mine Naeva Crumble. Canonly, they’re platonic soulmates and Feyre the Mooncalf is their adoptive daughter!! She LOVES it when Benji reads to her. ❤️
#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy art#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts mc#hogwarts oc#hogwarts houses#hogwarts#hogsmeade#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#harry potter hogwarts game#hogwarts au#hogwarts aesthetic#fanart#oc#benjamin fawley#naeva crumble#crumble twins#mooncalf#hippogriff#hphl oc#hphl mc
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I realised I should probably post my profile picture here, since it's my art.
I had recently learned about the term 'mooncalf' at the time when I made this and I felt inspired to make a character based on it because I found the word so interesting and specific. It refers to a 'monstrous birth,' an outdated term for someone born with a physical disability or congenital deformity, and comes from the old idea that stillborn cows were the result of the mother cow's pregnancy being negatively influenced by the phases of the moon.
#mooncalf#fantasy#my art#fantasy art#oc#my oc#my oc art#original character#blue#monochrome#artists on tumblr#concept art#original art#history#dark history#macabre#I don't really know how to tag this#moon#moon phases#astrology#medieval medicine#medieval#alchemy#pfp#my pfp#profile#profile picture#profile pic art#profile pic update
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TMNT IDW Frida Kahlo, the fourth turtle of Lita’s Future Splinter clan
++doodle I did of @mooncalfe-art oc Artemisia (she’s so cute I love her butterfly face paint) and HER DRAWING OF FRIDA BELOW I’m still geeking a bit but she looks so cool :D
#tmnt idw#idw tmnt#tmnt Frida Kahlo#tmnt Frida#tmnt oc#twitter#tmnt#tmnt venus#maybe I should consider being a comic artist…I have no clue#still in shock Sophie is so cool#I genuinely adore her and her work sm she’s such a huge inspiration#RAHHH#tmnt artemisia
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Not-friends
This has been a request where I was asked to combine the prompts “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” and "What could you possibly be this stressed about?” in a oneshot for Sebastian and my OC Faye.
I still need to learn how to write both Ominis and Sebastian, so I hope I didn’t butcher them too much. But I had lots of fun, loved to put my OC in there and am eager to practice the boys some more.
I hope you enjoy!
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Ominis’ fingers glide across the embossed printing of his Advanced Potions book, trying to understand and internalise what he’s reading about Veritaserum and how it’s properly brewed, when Sebastian’s voice gives him pause.
“I think I’m ready.”
Ominis nods despite not knowing if his friend will even see his reaction, closes the book, and reaches for his wand.
“No, wait. Just one more minute… then I’m ready.”
Ominis sighs and rolls his eyes—a gesture learned despite never having seen someone else do it—whilst falling back down onto his bed. He decides not to pick up his book again; even he has to admit that today calls for celebration, not excessive study time. He doubts that he could learn anything even if he tried, thanks to Sebastian positively pacing from one end of the room to the other, muttering under his breath just loud enough to disrupt his thoughts. He doesn’t need the gift of sight to know that his friend is scurrying about like a frightened mooncalf, oozing tension with every step.
Ominis puts his hands behind his head, careful not to rub off the pomade keeping every single hair in place and listens in on Sebastian’s mumbling.
“This should do it… oh, no, this won’t work. Damn. Where is my…? Ah, there. Green? Black? Or maybe silver!”
“Dear boy, you look marvellous! Dashing. Nothing less than dapper!”
Ominis lifts an eyebrow. Despite never using them, he knows that each dormitory is furnished with a full-length mirror with an enchanted Gargoyle’s head on top. Slytherin’s mirrors tend to be quite blasé if not downright condescending whenever someone steps in front of them, so hearing the light voice excessively compliment his friend comes as a surprise. Sebastian must’ve really gone all out tonight.
“Oh, what do you know, you’re an antique piece of rubbish at best!”
He also seems entirely unimpressed.
The mirror gasps, retorting with a flippant ‘I say!’ before falling quiet once more.
Sebastian continues to fill the silence with his quick steps across the various rugs, but Ominis has had enough. He sits up with a swift movement, his hands checking if his hair needs a bit more Sleakeazy’s before finally lifting up his wand. He walks over to his friend with practiced steps and leans against his wardrobe, effectively stopping Sebastian from rearranging his outfit for the umpteenth time today.
“Sebastian, what could you possibly be this stressed about? At this pace the Yule Ball will be over before we even get there. Stop worrying.”
Sebastian lets out a huff but seems to stop pacing.
“Easy for you to say with your perfectly coiffed hair and flawless complexion!”
Ominis sputters. Since when did Sebastian notice these things? And since when does he sound so… petulant. He knows his friend to be stubborn to a fault, but this is something else. He furrows his brow, resigning himself to make the decision for the both of them.
“You are ready. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for Sebastian to either agree or disagree—confident his friend would vehemently deny his assessment—Ominis points his wand away from him, reaches for Sebastian’s overpriced dress robes and guides them out of their dormitory towards the Great Hall.
Sometimes Sebastian wonders if Ominis’ trust in him is misplaced. It’s not long after they started going up the moving stairs that his friend’s hand loosens its death grip on his robes, convinced that Sebastian will dutifully follow him. While he’d be flattered in any other circumstance, it now takes everything in him not to double back to their room and lock the door. Who wants to visit the poxy Yule Ball anyway? If he wanted to attend, Sebastian would’ve chosen his absolute best dress robes, his current ensemble is second-rate at best. He would’ve spent not one, but three hours in front of the mirror, trying to tame the abomination that most call hair—or whatever sentient being decided to grow on top of his head. No, he did not look forward to the Yule Ball, and he certainly did not make an effort to convince people otherwise!
The first few times Sebastian trips over his own feet Ominis doesn’t react, but after the fifth time he suddenly stops and turns on his heel, nearly throwing him off balance and back down the staircase. Not that he’d mind too much at this point…
“Sebastian.”
“What?” Wait, was that his own voice? Why did he sound so out of breath? Must be these endless steps!
“What’s wrong?”
Sebastian stares at his friend, not sure how to respond. He balls his fists and…Merlin, why are his palms clammy? What is it with this castle and the sudden humidity? His skin is itching as well, must be these low-budget robes he spent a year saving up for.
Realising that the silence between them is stretching into awkward territory, Sebastian clears his throat, shrugs, and starts to move past his friend, further climbing towards his demise. Ominis follows him closely.
“There is nothing wrong. Stop worrying! The robes are just a bit too long, I’m not used to—”
“They are not, Sebastian. You told me how you had them custom-made. They fit you perfectly.”
Sometimes he hates Ominis for being such a good listener.
Finally reaching the corridor towards the Great Hall, Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh and leans against one of the stone walls. He presses his palms against the cool slate, hoping to give his overheating body some relief.
He knows Ominis can’t see him. He’s aware there’s barely anyone around anymore—most students have already gathered in the hall—but he still needs to close his eyes to say what’s on his mind.
“It’s—it’s Faye,” he finally says.
“Did something happen?”
Ominis sounds surprised, even worried, something that would warm a certain spot inside Sebastian’s chest if his mind wasn’t occupied with this damn Yule Ball and its… implications.
“No! I mean, yes?” Sebastian presses his now cool hands against his eyes, groaning into his palms, “I—I saw her earlier! Ominis, she was wearing a dress!”
“…And?”
How can his friend sound so unimpressed? Doesn’t he realise how serious this is?!
“And she’s a girl!”
He can hear Ominis’ hand slap his forehead with remarkable velocity.
“Your perceptiveness would bring Salazar to his knees, Sebastian. Why is that a problem?”
Sebastian’s hands instinctively find his hair—it couldn’t look much worse anyway—and start to rake through them.
“Because I can’t ignore it anymore! She, she is my—our—friend. She was always our buddy. One of us. We fought Ashwinders together! And now she’s wearing a dress and looks pretty in it, she’s probably already waiting and what if this,” his hands wave erratically up and down his body, not that Ominis could see, “is not enough?”
He stares at his blond friend, waiting for a reaction but all he gets is a hearty chuckle.
“How can you laugh at my—at my despair?!”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Ominis scoffs and steps towards him, slowly putting a hand on his shoulder and gives it an affirming squeeze.
“She did ask you to go with her to the Yule Ball, did she not?”
He gives a half-hearted shrug but hums in agreement.
“She didn’t ask you while you looked all ‘dashing and dapper’. She asked you while you looked how you always do. It will be fine. She likes you.”
Sebastian looks at his friend, searching for any insincerity but finding none. He takes a deep breath, willing his body to lose some of its tension.
“But what if she doesn’t like me enough and only asked me to go as friends?”
“I didn’t.”
Ominis yelps and Sebastian is sure his heart just stopped beating. Faye—smart, beautiful, conveniently quiet Faye—is standing behind them, an odd look on her face he’s never seen before. He can feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and his hands leave his hair only to scratch at the back of his neck.
It takes him a distressing amount of time to clear his dry throat and address her.
“How…how much did you hear?”
She cocks her head to the side, a shy smile spreading her lips. Wait, are they glistening? Salazar, help him.
“Well, I’m finally aware that I’m a girl. So, thanks for that.”
Ominis snorts—snorts! —as he lets go of Sebastian and lifts his wand to guide him the rest of the way to the Great Hall. Sebastian’s shoulders slump in defeat.
“I really put my foot in it, huh?”
Faye steps closer, smiling up at him. One of her hands reaches out, smoothing down his hair and adjusting his bowtie. His eyes follow her movements with interest until she speaks.
“Both, I’d say.”
He bites his lip, looking anywhere but her face.
“It’s just, I—”
Something is bubbling up inside of him. This itching, cloying feeling he’s had ever since fifth year. Ever since they fought their first Troll together. Something heavy coils in his stomach, his heart pounds like it wants to break out of his chest and before he can stop himself, he steps closer and practically barks at her, “I—maybe I DO have a crush on you! So what?! That’s no reason to make fun of—”
“I’m glad.”
It takes but two words to leave him speechless. Helpless.
His eyebrows lift as he looks down at her, and notices how her cheeks start to redden. Faye’s fingers, now jittery and—dare he say it? —shaky, slide up towards his elbow to eventually link her arm with his and slowly pull him along. Her hair falls into her face as they walk and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was trying to hide from him. Her normally clear voice sounds meek. The penny has dropped.
“I didn’t ask you to the Yule Ball as a friend.”
Sebastian is convinced that her dress, albeit pretty and flattering, can’t possibly be that interesting to warrant her staring at it continuously.
“More as a…not-friend.”
Multiple pennies.
“Huh.”
“I-is that okay?”
Sebastian takes in a deep breath to steady himself, before nodding.
“…It is.”
As soon as the words left his mouth Faye presses her face into his upper arm and he can feel the heat of her blush permeate his robes. A smile, soft and honest, something Sebastian rarely shows anyone, tugs at his lips and his arm pulls her just a little bit closer. Her dress rustles softly and the little sparkling stones woven into the fabric glitter with each step as they make their way towards the Great Hall, ready for the Yule Ball, ready to dance the night away as not-friends.
#my writing#my screenshots#my OCs#Sebastian Sallow#Ominis Gaunt#Faye Laurel#hogwarts legacy#yule ball#triwizard tournament#AU
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OC Headcannon: Orion Carina Rosier
Resting Bitch Face and generally aloof that's why everyone assumes she is Mean™. Unbeknownst to them, she already considers you a friend even if you have just talked once. That's why she likes doing tasks for other students no matter the risks. Of course, she's going to help a friend in need.
Fashionable and always looks presentable because when she was still considered a squib and abandoned by her parents she always looked through the windows of the shops and imagined the day she could buy one of the pretty dresses. Once she was re-integrated into the Rosier Family, the first thing she bought with her money were the pretty dresses she could only wear in her dreams.
On her first visit to Feldcroft, Sebastian let her borrow one of his spare scarves before they ventured to Isadora's house. It became an adorable tradition for him to always buy or knit her a new scarf after every new season -- a tradition that he continued with their children. From then on, she will only wear the scarves Sebastian has bought for her, even if it clashes with her outfits.
Collects and/or makes different fragrances as a hobby which was confusing for poor Sebastian, who thought he brewed it wrong when he could smell ten types of perfume and a strong whiff of Wiggenweld Potion in his Amortentia. [It was when they kissed for the first time and he tasted remnants of the potion on her lips that it became clear to him.]
Her favorite animal is a Mooncalf, she likes staring at their big, beautiful eyes.
Nearly rained hell on Hogwarts when she realized she couldn't bring Deek with her as he is 'tied' as a house elf in Hogwarts. It was only through Deek's insistence that he enjoys helping students that she calmed down. Still, she made sure to keep tabs on her friend and exchanged regular letters with him. Her own children called him 'Uncle Deek'.
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[Seriously, everytime you drop by you have a masterpiece ready, skdkskeme thenk you very much- 👌 These are perfect and very silly.]
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Weekend With The Grays Day 5 Prompt - Archery
Evening all! This is another addition of mine for @endlessly-cursed's fun Weekend With The Grays event for Hogwarts Legacy, who I thank for hosting it. Prim is her OC, while Malcolm who is mentioned here, is @gaygryffindorgal's OC. Bella belongs to @mjs-oc-corner.
Little Danny growing up in West Virginia pretended he was Robin Hood while playing in the woods with his brother. The only thing he wished he had then was a bow and some arrows. It was perhaps for the best then given his age. They weren’t toys, and the risk of them getting hurt with them wasn��t worth it. Such times were well gone eventually. As teenagers they matured and learned how to channel and control their magical strength. It paralleled their growth as people.
The dreams Danny had as a little boy came true when he was an older kid studying at Hogwarts. He got to learn the art of the bow and arrow in his time at Winbourne. The good eye he had for croquet also made its presence on the range. His shot was sharp and he ended up in close competition with others in the sport. Danny also practiced on his own during his stays. He enjoyed the feeling of lining up the arrow and letting it fly.
A bow was a simple but versatile device with much of a place in place as it was in war. Armies all over favored the weapon until gunpowder and firearms became advanced and affordable to the masses. Yet as a weapon originating from primitive times, the bow remained a common sight in various places around the globe. Within the magical world, the bow kept its place in groups such as the centaurs and the sport of archery.
This year’s Christmas holiday at the estate, Danny would get to shoot some arrows once again. Lady Prim and Lord Malcolm were setting up a range of bullseye targets for their guests. Bird hunting was also a pastime at estates far and wide, but considerations for her condition encouraged a time-honored classic from millennia. People were to be firing a single quiver of arrows in volley. One quiver per each round. The extent of each shooter’s skill and practice would be visible by the end of the contest.
Danny and Bella chatted for a little before the range was ready.
“I've been really looking forward to this, Bella.”
“How so? Is it because of those Robin Hood you had when you were as small as a baby mooncalf?” she asked in a lighthearted tone.
“What?” he quipped as he giggled “I've gotten leagues above that. I just love shooting a bow now.”
“I know you like to be humble somewhat, but you can speak your mind to me. My ears’ open. I ain't gonna judge my Danny on that.”
“Neither you don’t need to worry about any of that from me.” he said in response.
Bella was satisfied. “Great answer, my love. So, what's one of those memories you were thinking about.”
Danny looked up before he spoke. “I even had a hat like what Robin Hood wore in the old story books. Sadly, it was windy that day and, well the wind swept it off my head.”
Curiosity peaked, Bella raised her eyebrows. “Did you ever get your hat back?”
“No. The hat disappeared into the trees. I went with my brother to look for it but he told me to let it go and led me back out.”
“Aww, that must've been terrible when you were younger.”
“It was. The hat I think was handmade too. I stopped playing as if I was Robin Hood for a little while after that.”
Bella thought of something. “Well now, Danny, about that. Perhaps we can make new memories. It's easy to think so, but I feel it's more worthwhile to leave the past where it is and follow new opportunities.”
“So we're on the same hill.” A horn went off just as he finished.
“I think they're ready now. Can't wait to see what you can do with a bow and bundle of arrows.” Bella told her love with some excitement as they left for the range.”
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The last round of the archery contest was nearing it's end. Danny was on his last shot. He readied the arrow and pulled back the arrow. “Last one better land it too.” he muttered before he took a deep breath, aimed, and let it fly.
It jumped off the string as it rebounded and pierced the winter air at high momentum before disappearing among the cluster of arrows in the target. Everyone went to inspect their targets after the round concluded. Bella joined Danny at his target.
“You seem to have it on point, they're all around the bullseye. And wait… you got one right in the center.”
“Oh? That must've been my last arrow. Getting a total bullseye only seemed like a dream. I never thought much of it, I mean.”
Bella approached and complimented Danny as she kissed him on the cheek. “That was amazing still, and deserves some recognition.”
“Thanks so much, dear.”
Prim then walked up to see how well he did as she was inspecting the results of each of the guests.
“Congratulations on making it right in the middle, Danny. That doesn't happen a lot.” she praised.
“It's much appreciated, my lady.” I may have a lot of practice but there was still luck in there too.”
“You can still take some pride in it. You're still a good shot, no matter what. Luck alone couldn't pull that off.” she told him.
“In another way of speaking, you're right on the mark like your childhood hero, Robin Hood. Need proof? We have right it here. You can hang your hat on it.” she laughed. They all happily agreed.
#wwtgsolstice23#hogwarts legacy#hp legacy era#hp victorian era#danny gibson#bella mcintyre#malcolm stolberg burke#primrose gray#bella x danny#bellanny
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-Masterlist-
Fluff = 🌸
Angst = 💙
Spice = 🔥
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- Favorite character is Ominis Gaunt
- I also like Amit and Gareth
- I love mooncalfs
- I'm naturally a Ravenclaw, but have chosen other houses in the game.
- My OCs are June Bellow and Jamie Huang.
- June Bellows (Muggle born)
- Ravenclaw
- 5,2
- Peppy, Smart, and Social
- Best class is Potions
- Is dating Gareth Weasley
- Enjoys Reading and taking naps
- Her favorite candy is Whizzbees
- Her best friend is Amit Thakkar
- Jamie Huang (Pureblood)
- Hufflepuff
- 5,8
- Shy, wise, & motherly
- Best class is Herbology
- Is dating Ominis Gaunt
- Enjoys playing with her magical beasts and practicing magic
- Her favorite candies are chocolate frogs
- Her best friend is Poppy Sweeting.
#ominis x mc#ominis gaunt x you#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#hogwarts legacy hcs#ominis x reader#ominis gaunt#hogwarts oc
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Yeah.. now this is cute! I will admit! I've finally found my mooncalf so I can show him to you all with the other magical creature plushies and of course you've seen my mc already in plush form too but altogether they look so cute! 💜💚🐍✨️🤗
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I like and love blemish-ridden characters with flaws and imperfections. I present to you my third Hogwarts Legacy OC, Cresta Chesterfield^^ I made her up Love Interest for Ominis Gaunt.
Cresta is one of the two sisters of Mavrick Chesterfield, my boyfriend's Hogwarts Legacy OC. Like her brother later in fifth year, Cresta has been in the Ravenclaw house since her first year at Hogwarts.
Cresta was born on a full moon night, so her parents thought she was born under a good star. However, a fortune teller later predicted that Cresta would lead a life of misfortune, which was not long in coming and continued until her first year at Hogwarts.
At school, Cresta is considered unlucky by her classmates. She is so down on her luck that she trips over her own feet or knocks something over every few seconds. Yet she is incredibly intelligent and gets the best grades in her class, which no one can understand due to her persistent streak of bad luck. The only friend she has is Amit Thakkar, with whom she shares the same passion regarding astronomy and the stars.
Cresta hates the way she looks. She has freckles all over her body and face. She also has several moles on her face. Her hair is soft but so tangled that she stopped brushing it at some point. So, of course, every day she looks as if she just fell out of bed. Her eyesight is so bad, despite her beautiful eyes, that she has to wear huge glasses to see anything. Gryffindor student Leander Prewett has had her on the kicker from the start. So he often calls her Mooncalf because of her moonstruckness and her "ugliness" and never misses a moment to tease her.
When her brother Mavrick joins Hogwarts School in fifth year, she meets Ominis Gaunt, who does not patronize her and holds her in high regard because of her friendly and helpful nature. Of course, Cresta, being as crazy as she is, never noticed that Ominis and she have been in the same class since their first year, but he immediately recognizes her by her voice and her gait when they first meet, where Cresta literally runs him over. So she later falls in love with Ominis and wants to work on herself and her attitude. Because Ominis shows her that even without eyesight, you can tell if someone is a good or bad person. He quickly shows her that she should not doubt herself and that her character is prettier than that of some other people.
Cresta looks up to Ominis because, despite his blindness, he is better at finding his way around than she is. So she works hard on herself to become a better and more confident person.
Cresta loves to read and just look at the stars. In her left ear she wears an earring shaped like a crescent moon that Mavrick made for her out of a moonstone for good luck. She does not know that Amit is secretly in love with her. However, because of their long friendship since the first year of school, he does not tell her because he is afraid to destroy their friendship.
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A Dreamless Sleep
@glenechoslasher
Benji and Naeva usually sleep together whenever they have the chance, especially since Naeva suffers from nightmares and insomnia. At first, the girls in Naeva’s dorm weren’t supportive of the visitor (plus how was he able to get into the girl’s dorm?! He’s trustworthy, that’s what!), but grew to adore when Benji came over. They had many makeup and nail painting nights. Naeva has always been appreciative of her best friend.
#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts oc#hogwarts mc#hphl mc#hphl oc#benjamin fawley#naeva crumble#crumble twins#hogwarts#oc#original character#my art#ravenclaw#mooncalf
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