#i was drawing her and went - man Lav would love this

[graedari]

Thank you 🥺🥺🥺💜💜💜 please have this Franziska I drew while thinking about you

Hey Lav, just wanted to say I'm super happy to be seeing your art on my dash these last few days! Don't forget to take your breaks and all that for you! Hope you're having a great day/night/month of your life! 💜💛 -🍮

Hello grace hi yes I'm crying 🥺❤️ you are so flipping sweet and ily smmm

Also also I am CACKLING at the 'month' thing. Literally so accurate it hurts 😂

I hope you have a great day/week/month as well 😘😘😘

[unknownstarrl]

Some info about my MC/Yuu, Student #23(Beta)

Made in: Picrew

OC inspired: Yuu and the power of magic

Name: Yuri Hill

Kanji: ユーリ•ヒル

Romaji: Yūri Hiru

Quote: "Never! Call me!!! 'A lady' !!!!!!!"

“I am a terrible liar. I start sweating, my vision blurs, my brain stops working.”

Years: 1st

Dorm: Ramshackle

Power level: unknown

Nicknames: Yuu, Prefect,Hechman(Grim), Headmaster's child, Shrimpy/Koebi-chan(Floyd), Puppy(Crewel),Monsieur Trickster(Rook), Sweet potato(Vil), Briar Rose/Child of man(Malleus), Siren(Azul), Herbivore (Leona), Human(Sebek)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual

Height: 164cm

Eyes color: Brown(right), Blue(left)

Hair: Crow black

Age: 16

Birthday: May 31st(Gemini♊)

Dominant hand: right

Homeland: Japan(born), England(now)

Relatives: Unnamed parent✝️

Wilfred Hill(uncle/adoptive father)

Judie Hill née Williams (maternal aunt/adoptive mother)

Morela Hill (twin)

Grim(partner)

Cupcake ( dog - pet )

Occupation: NRC student, Supervisor,Housewarden, sorcerer's apprentice, the Dragonlord, beast tamer, Seer, Monstro Lounge's worker

Club: none

Class: 1-A

Best subject: History of magic (he love history😌), Alchemy

Language:English(Old trade),Japanese, German, Dragon Language (inspired Lost in Translation, @twsty-lav Language Barrier Au)

Magical items: wand holster, amulet

Weapon: magic wand, dagger

Hobbies: Singing ( disney songs🙂 ), cooking, reading fiction novel, drawing, learn magic with uncle

Favourite foods: Pumpkin cupcakes, Mac&Cheese(mother recipe)

Least favourite food: bone marrow

Likes: Mac and cheese, fiction novel, horror movies, Melanie Martinez's songs, disney, salad, raven, crow, guitar

Dislikes: Crowley, bullies, annoying people, spicy food, being called "girl", being compared to others (especially his twin)

Talents: Fast leaner, Dragon language, Fairy language, Animal language, Enchanting, Making Illusion, Enhanced memory, Alchemy/Potion making, Puzzle solving, Singing, Dancing, Cooking, Prophesy, Weapon summoning, Playing guitar, violin; Self-defense

VA: Alexander Ryak <English>, TOKUMIX <Japanese>

Personality:

Yuri is an optimist and a kind person. Contrary to his twin sister, Yuri is quite friendly with everyone and he will help anyone if they are in trouble. However, he will get annoyed and angry when someone tells him that he is a girl or dares to do anything to his twin sister.

Backstory:

Yuri and his twin sister have had to depend on each other since childhood, their parent always fighting each other and they never gave any attention to the twin. Their father was barely at home and their mother was always drunk. Sometimes the mother beat up the twins for very small things, so they had a lot of bruises on their bodies. When Yuri and Morela were 10 years old, their father died because of car accident, their mother was very happy thinking she would be able to take all of her husband's money so she went to the bar and had fun with the celebratory party but she was got robbed and killed on the way back home. Yuri and Morela were forced to move to live with their uncle in England. In here, they had known that their uncle is a wizard, they were taught magic and also changed their last name to his uncle's surname-Hill

While walking around the house, the twin accidentally discovered a secret room that their uncle didn't tell them. It was a room with nothing but a strange mirror hanging on a wall covered with a cloth. Because of curiosity, the twin removed the cloth and……The twin' journey begin here.

Unique Magic: None

Trivia:

Name "Yuri" meaning "lily flower" in Japan

Yuri has Claustrophobia( fear of confined spaces)

Yuri represents "Intelligence" - the other half of Merlin's soul

Yuri has the ability to become a seer

Yuri can use magic but just a fixed level because the more he uses magic, the more he will lose control of it

Magic the twin has kinda different than magic in Twisted Wonderland so that the Dark Mirror can't sense anything ( that make everyone think that the twin don't have magic )

Yur won't use his magic unless there's an emergency

Because Crowley was too gracious, he refused to provide money for the twin, Yuri have to work at Octavinelle to buy personal items and tuna for Grim

Yuri have a tattoo on his back

Funfact:

Yuri was born 5 minutes after Morela, that why Morela always tease on Yuri by calling him "Her cute baby brother"

Yuri is actually very smart, he is always in the top 10 in his old school and also in the NRC

When Yuri and Morela were a child, they used to a fan of Disney, so when the twin look at the Great Seven, they always feel familiar.

Only few people in school know Yuri can use magic ( yeah, all playable character knows🙂🙂🙂 and Crowley, Crewel )

Yuri often talk to his twin by English (Old trade) when they are alone or whispering

Yuri hates being told he is a girl or being compared to his twin

He like to hang out with the First years and then become their babysitter :)))))

Yuri really really hate Crowley and tired of NRC bullsh*t >:3

Student in NRC didn't like the Yuri at first, then because of "beast tamed", they became more friendly with him

All dormitories want the twin become their member but they always refuses because they thinks they belong to Ramshackle

Crowley really want to adopted the twin but they refuse (of course) :v

P/s: My English is kinda suck so I used google translate, please forgive me if there are any mistakes

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

summertime sadness .5.

work day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (fingering)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Loki adds to your workload.

Note: Right, here we go, here we go, here go again. Girls, what's my weakness? Men! Sorry, minor detour there but are we ready for the darkness? Y'all hold onto your panties. Thanks everyone for their support and I love you all! 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

💋💋💋

You didn’t sleep much. Every time you closed your eyes, the scene flashed behind your eyelids. Loki standing over you, the image on his phone, his hand on your chin. And then you thought of Bucky. It was hard not to; your phone buzzed all night as you ignored his messages. Steve’s too. It had finally caught up to you and it felt worse than you could imagine. A man you admired thought you nothing more than a floozy. Well, maybe you were.

Saturday shone through your window and you rolled over. You were exhausted; mentally, emotionally. Your hours were spent reprimanding yourself. Going over all your mistakes; every single choice that had led to such disaster. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You moved slowly, your body cramped from the tension.

The grind of your coffee machine filled the apartment as you sat at your desk. A mark of your guilt. A gift from one illicit lover; another having defiled you a top it. A year ago, to think of all that had transpired, you would’ve been appalled. You were. You’d sold your integrity for fleeting pleasures. You felt cheated. By yourself more than any.

You filled a mug and grabbed your phone from beside your bed. You hadn’t looked at it since you laid down the night before. Missed calls, unanswered texts, unread emails. You answered Bucky first, a simple ‘I wasn’t feeling well. Sorry.’ Besides, he had plans with Tanya, or was busy dodging her.

You texted the same to Steve and his response was swift. Your phone vibrated as his ID flashed across the screen and you answered the call after several rings. You were weak, breathless.

“Hey,” You said quietly and sipped your coffee.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“Fine,” You lied poorly. “Work’s kept me busy and… I guess it’s gotten ahead of me.”

“Oh,” He uttered. “Any plans today?”

“Rest,” You shrugged and sat back in your chair. “After I sort through all my work emails and catch up.”

“Bucky?” He asked.

“I… I’m tired.” You grumbled. “I… need a break.”

“I’m sure work would understand if you took a day to yourself.” Steve said.

“No, no, I can’t do that,” You said suddenly. “I wasn’t talking about work.”

“What do you--”

“You shouldn’t be calling me. You should call Kylie. See how she’s doing.” You interrupted. “And Bucky should worry about his students. About marking and whatever. And I need to think about myself and my job.” You stood and paced around the small space of your apartment. “I’m sorry but… you said it yourself. It’s okay to be selfish, so I’m going to be selfish and think about my future because fucking old men isn’t going to get me anywhere.”

You hung up before he could respond. And then your heart sank. Why had you said that? It all had spilled from you so quickly. You cringed and your phone began to buzz again. It was Steve. You let out a shaky breath and dismissed the call. You set your phone to do not disturb’ and tossed it on your bed. Maybe your words were rash but it didn’t make them any less true.

💋

Monday. You walked into Adder Press with a pit in your stomach. You were jittery from more than your morning coffee. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly as you passed Stacey. Everything around you seemed distant, obscured by the haze that fell over you. You sat at your desk, numb, and began to set out your stuff as you always did. In a desperate attempt to make it all feel normal again.

As you waited for your computer to boot, you felt a subtly weight on the back of your chair. You looked up at Loki as he gripped the chair and smirked down at you. You blanched and your pen slipped from your hand. He bent to grab it before you could and as he rose, he dragged the lid against your leg. He held it out and you snatched it from him.

“Morning meeting in five,” He said as he stood before you. “Then I wanted to go over layout with you. A useful lesson if you ever hope to be anything more than a freelancer. You have to have a good eye… for detail.”

You gulped and nodded. “Yes, okay, yeah.” You set the pen down on your desk. “Five minutes.”

He winked and left you there to stew in your shame. You glanced around but no one else seemed to notice your tense interaction. They were all too concerned with their own schedules, their own presence at the meeting. Really, who cared much about the summer intern?

You were antsy as you walked into the conference room. You hid between Vanessa, a political pundit, and Jory, who covered local business stories. Loki sat near the head of the table as the marketing head went over the final prints of the Pride issue. You folded your hands before you but couldn’t concentrate. 

Your eyes wandered from the powerpoint and you found the editor-in-chief peering over at you. Another sinister grin sent a chill through you. You looked back to the screen and prayed for the day to go quickly. Your heart felt as if it would explode.

When you broke out, you dragged your feet and were the last out of the room. You lingered at your desk as you grabbed your notebook and pen. Loki’s office beckoned to you ominously. He stood in the doorway watching you; waiting for you. You neared him as his lips curled.

He shut the door and you jumped at the click. He brushed past you before he rounded his desk. He pulled a chair with him and placed it beside his. He waved you over. You took a breath and crossed to him. As you sat, he pinched your ass and you pressed your lips together to keep from yelping.

His hand settled on your thigh as his other moved his mouse. He opened a page from last month’s issue and kept his eyes on the screen as he kneaded your leg. “We’ll go over composition. How to draw the reader’s eye and using layout to enhance your words.”

You nodded stiffly and shakily opened your notebook. He kept his hand on your thigh as you place the book on his desk and uncapped your pen. He circled the title with his cursor, entirely unfazed by your discomfort. His fingers slipped closer to your pelvis.

“Titles are easy but you’ll want to position them according to article type as well. Is it an editorial? Review? Reflective?” He continued. “Now, most editors would leave this to marketing and such but… I try to be hands on with every aspect of my business. My seal is on every page, ever word, that goes out.”

You scribbled down a jumble of words as his hand slid between your thighs and he squeezed. You flinched and he let out a soft chuckle under his breath. You kept your wide eyes on the monitor and he carried on his lesson. His hand never quite reaching its target. He was teasing you. Asserting the new power he held over you.

When he finished his spiel, he drew away and turned his chair to face you. His legs were far apart and you tried not to look at the obvious bulge in his pants. You kept your head down as you slipped your notebook down onto your lap. 

“I’ve got an important lunch date tomorrow,” He said. “I should like you to accompany me, darling.”

You peeked up at him. “Okay.”

“Sceptre Press is looking to expand its mediums. The director of Celestial has agreed to discuss a partnership.” He said coolly.

“Oh?” You breathed. “They… do podcasts?”

“Mostly,” He confirmed. “But, my dear, do wear something nice. A skirt.”

You crossed your legs. Your straight-cut pants felt thin enough. “Alright.”

“No panties.” He licked his lips. “Our little secret… well, another one, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said. You bit down and your pen rolled out of your grasp once more. 

His eyes followed the pen and flicked back to you. “Well, go on,” He mused. “Very… clumsy today.”

You bent to retrieve your pen and he caught the back of your head. He held you there and rolled his chair closer so that his lap was only inches from your face. He snickered as you tried to pull away but quickly gave up. His other hand stretched over his crotch and he grasped his erection through the thin fabric of his trousers.

“I could make you do it right now,” He slithered. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” You uttered. 

“I’m tempted,” He rubbed himself and shifted his hand as he pushed you closer. “Kiss it.” You closed your eyes and kissed his bulge. He shivered and let you go. You sat up, dizzy, and he grinned at you. “Not yet.” He preened. “But I do have to take care of this…” He ran his hand across his lap again. “So if you would excuse me. I am certain you have work to catch up on.”

You stood and back away slowly. “Yes, sir.” You turned as you rounded the desk.

“Sir? I like that,” He called from behind you as you neared the door. “Oh, darling, one more thing.”

You spun back to him and shielded your chest with your notebook. “Yes?”

“I’ll need some inspiration so before you sit down, go to the lav and take a nice photo for me.” He made a show of unzipping his pants behind his desk. “I bet you’re wearing a sweet little white bra, aren’t you? Maybe a precious pink number?”

Your throat tightened as you stared back at him. “Okay.” You forced out. “Is that all?”

“For now,” He shooed you away with a wave of his fingers. “As you will.”

💋

You had few skirts to choose from. You settled on a lavender one that ended just above your knees. With it, you wore a blouse with a Peter Pan collar and a grey blazer with three-quarter length sleeves. It wasn’t as enticing as any other outfit you owned; which was not at all. Perhaps that would work in your favour.

When you arrived at the bistro, Loki waved you ahead of him as you followed the hostess to your booth. You slid across the bench first and he was close behind. He took out his phone and checked it before he set it face down on the table. He asked for water and nothing else.

Your leg shook under the table nervously. He grabbed your thigh to still you. The waitress returned and he thanked her, his hand still on your leg. When she departed, his fingers slowly gathered your skirt. You reached to pull it back and he tssked.

“Our associate has informed me she’s running late.” He grinned. “About twenty minutes or so.” You squirmed as his hand slipped beneath your hem. “I think we can fill our time accordingly.”

“L--Mr. Laufeyson,” You gasped. “Someone might see.”

“They’d have to be watching us very closely,” He leaned against you as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh. “Now,” He shoved his hand between your legs roughly. “Let’s have some fun, darling.”

You parted your legs reluctantly and he tickled along your cunt. You grabbed the edge of the table and your eyes searched frantically. The other diners were occupied with their own meals, their own company. You felt as invisible as you had back at the office. He rubbed you slowly. He lifted his glass with his other hand as he continued.

“After our meeting, I think we’ll head back to the office and call a conference. We’ll need ideas for prospective podcasts,” He swirled his fingertips and you let out a long breath between your teeth. “Of course, if this all goes to plan.”

You whimpered as you felt yourself getting wet. His fingers glided easily along your folds as he spread your arousal. You planted your elbow on the table and held your chin as you bit your lip. Mortified, you tried to hide your face.

“Uh uh,” He grabbed your wrist and shoved it down as his fingers dipped inside you. “Look at me.”

You leaned back against the booth as you looked over at him. He smirked as he moved his fingers steadily in and out of you. He pressed his palm to your clit and the sensation made your legs shake again.

“Is this what you like? Sneaking around?” He taunted. “Is this what he does, hmm? Or maybe he bends you over his desk?”

“Mr. Lauf--” You swallowed down a moan and clapped your hand over your mouth.

“I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it,” He sped up and your thighs squeezed his hand. “Are you going to cum? Here in front of everyone? In the middle of this restaurant?”

Your eyes rounded and you grabbed his shoulder pleadingly. You couldn’t speak, afraid you would cry out instead.

“You like being a naughty little girl, don’t you?” He curled his fingers and you heard a subtle squelch as your walls twitched around him. 

You bared your teeth and latched onto his arm. You rocked your hips without thinking as you came. You let out a shuddery breath and he slid his fingers out of your cunt, sure to drag them along your folds. He untangled his arm from your grasp and you fell back against the seat and pushed down your skirt.

He raised his hand and ran his wet fingers over your lips. He pressed against your mouth until you opened it. He stared into your eyes as he made you suck your own cum off his knuckles. He withdrew them and used a napkin to wipe away your saliva.

“It is a pity, however, that this lunch should set you behind, darling,” He crossed his legs and drank from his water again. “You will have to stay late tonight… to catch up.”

“Yes, sir,” You ceded.

He smirked and looked around. A moment of silence before he perked up and stood. He buttoned his jacket so it hid his bulge and greeted the tall woman who approached you. He shook her hand with the same one he’d just had between your legs. You stood in kind. Your legs felt weak.

“Valerie,” He purred. “Thank you for fitting us in today.”

“Us?” She looked between you. “And sorry about the delay. Traffic was… traffic.”

“My intern,” He introduced you by name, “She’s shadowing me for the day. To get an idea of the business and all its little quirks.”

You shook her hand and you sat down as she did the same. The server was quick to appear and offer you menus. You eagerly took yours, hoping to hide behind it for the rest of the meal. Especially as that familiar and irresistible tingle nestled in your core.

[hillnerd-art]

character meme! Got a request from @tinawantscookies for Lavender Brown.

Got anonymous requests for Sirius, Rose, Dominique, and the Scamander Twins

First Impression

Impression now

Favorite moment

Idea for a story

Unpopular opinion

Favorite relationship

Favorite headcanon

answers under the cut

SIRIUS BLACK

First impression after my first read of PoA he was my fave character. This book was the one that got me hooked on HP. His Count of Monte Cristo-like story, the angst, how charming he was. I just loved him. My best friend and I wrote two long fics together back in high school where he was at the center of most of the hijinks.

Impression now I still have a deep-seated love for him, but he sort of fell further down the fave list a bit during book 5. His death shook me, and I literally threw the book across the room back in 2003 from the shock of it. So my obsession sort of fell off a bit, as there wasn’t much to explore with him. I still love him, and he still up there for characters I love. I’ve drawn him a lot over the years, and even written fics over the years too. He remains an interesting, and tragic, figure in the series. His death was just so so unnecessary and heartbreaking. I don’t think I’ll ever really get over it.

Favorite moment Probably when he tells Harry about being his godson and that he’d like Harry to live with him. Such a sweet moment.

Idea for a story I’ve written one. I’d like more stories exploring the infamous werewolf prank on Snape, more stories about him rebelling against his parents, more about his relationship with his brother, more of how he and James became besties.

Unpopular opinion I don’t think he and Remus were together romantically after the prank on Snape. I think that it broke their trust - they remained friends, but I can see that being something they could never recover from fully. Thus Sirius thought Remus would be the traitor later on, since they weren’t as close anymore. I don’t think they got back together after he was back either. They’d become too different from each other - and though they were so grateful to have the other back, it could never be like it was when they were young boys caught up in their own cleverness without anything that had ever gone wrong in their relationship.

Favorite relationship Sirius and Harry, or him and James. So pure. Him and Remus is so sad to me so much of the time. :( I love it though. I also like seeing him buddying with Tonks.

Favorite headcanon Sirius discovering muggle culture and throwing himself into it- band t-shirts, motorcycle and all.

LAVENDER BROWN

First impression  She reminded me of the girls I was not friends of in school. I had nothing against them, but we had nothing in common. They’d write in that girly middleschool handwriting with hearts on the i’s, giggle about boys, never seemed to care about politics, history, or nerdy stuff in general.

Impression now  She’s a sweet, strong woman who really stuck by her beliefs and friends. Her involvement in the DA didn’t make an impression on me the first go around, but the more I think on her, and see her turned into a monster in fics, the more I want to defend her. I get that people want to hate on her for keeping Ron from Hermione- but she didn’t. She liked Ron, so she went for him and made it clear she did. Good on her! Hermione could have learned a thing or two from her. :)

Favorite moment   He rnaming her rabbit binky and being so attached to it is so sweet. Lav is so adorable.

Idea for a story  I like to think she survived the battle of hogwarts (feebly stirring) but has some pretty awful scars- and has to work on accepting herself with some scars/deformity- not because she was shallow- but because it’s hard for anyone to work through that- and I think Lav is the sort to be an inspiration to others because of her work and future advocacy for survivors like herself.

Unpopular opinion  Lavender is a sweet girl and I think she deserved better than the relationship she had with Ron. Poor thing should have been treated better and did nothing wrong at all.

Favorite relationship  Her and Parvati’s friendship.

Favorite headcanon  ties into idea for a story, i guess.

ROSE WEASLEY

First impression  Rose is a chip off the ol’ Hermione block- described as having brains, and already in her new school robes like a nerd. :P I immedaitely shipped her with Scorpius

Impression now  Um I love her and am obsessed with drawing her, as I love drawing curly hair and red hair. :D So I picture her as being this firecracker who is basically a hyped up combo of her parents- like Hermione she is very smart and a total bibliophile with giant hair, like her dad she curses up a storm, eats like the world is running out of food, and is red headed, blue eyed, freckled and tall. She is fiercely competitive, a bit overdramatic, and is quick to put her foot in her mouth because she has no filter. Despite all this, she means well, is highly curious, and is the defender of the downtrodden.

Favorite moment  She and Albus looking solemn when Ron says he’ll disinherit them. ;)

Idea for a story  You mean besides the one I’m writing? :D I love Rose and Scorpius friendship stories, and ones of her and her parents bonding over things.

Unpopular opinion  I’m not sure what would be an unpopular opinion of her? I hated what they did with her in Curse Child.

Favorite relationship  Her and Scorpius, and her and Ron.

Favorite headcanon  She is a daddy’s girl, through and through, and thinks he can do no wrong.

DOMINIQUE WEASLEY

First impression  Well, she’s not in the books- so at first she was a non-entity to me and it was hard for me to imagine who she was as a person.

Impression now  It took a while for me to get a bead on her, but now I like her quite a lot. I see Dom as being a bit of a tom-boy who marches to her own drum. She’s not the rebellious kid who yells and tries to get attention- she’s the kind who just quietly does as she pleases and if they don’t like it- eff ‘em. She’s very implacable and hard to shock/get a reaction from. She’s the kind who legit wills herself into not being ticklish. I see her as hanging out mostly with boys, and enjoying quidditch. She was the first Weasley to be sorted into a house other than Gryffindor, and was happy to be different, where most kids might be upset or unsure. I headcanon her as Ravenclaw- and she loves lording it over James when she steals the quaffle from him in a match.

Favorite moment  n/a

Idea for a story  I’d like any story that explores more of the dynamics at Bill and Fleur Weasley’s house. They’re always from Victoire’s perspective, so it would be nice to see something from her or Louis’s perspective.

Unpopular opinion  I see her as queer. Not sure if that’s unpopular or not, but I don’t see much of her in fandom in general.

Favorite relationship  Hmm… I guess her and James makes me laugh the most, as I see her being one of the only people able to actually get him rattled. Her, Teddy and Fred are the only ones. Lily only when she’s about to tattle on him.

Favorite headcanon  She cuts her hair short at school one time because she was tired of it, and felt it just wasn’t working for her. She does an awful job of it, and expects it will piss her mum off- but is surprised when all she gets is a ‘You were so right to cut your hair, you look so much better with it short. but tsk tsk let’s fix your layers. If you’re going to cut your hair, do it right. Here, let me show you!’

LORCAN AND LYSANDER SCAMANDER

First impression  When I learned Luna and Rolf had twins, I immediately thought of this kid I knew whose dad was a percussionist who loved to travel the world and collect non-western instruments. The kids was always wearing his wavy hair to his shoulders, putting on daishikis and woven vests from Peru, and generally looked like the son of a hippie traveller. Immediately, I had a mental picture of these kids.

Impression now  So, now I have very firm headcanons for them, and am a fan of Lysander and am shipping him with Lily. I’ve even written a ficlet. :P So I picture Lysander as someone who travels the world and wants to do a lot of good. He is a Mediwizard who was studying to become a full Healer- but in the meantime has been traveling the world and using his mediwizard abilities to help less fortunate people in third world countries/impoverished areas. He decided to abandon becoming a healer for a time, because there is a lot more oversight for healers when they enter countries- vs mediwizards can sort of go in under the radar and help heal people without oversight. He likes to help muggles- and think it’s basically immoral how wizards could cure most common muggle ailments, but don’t.

His brother Lorcan is more an adventurer who loves mountain climbing, hiking etc. He occasionally does help with villages and such, but usually just clues Lysander into ‘oh I came across this kid with a messed up foot in this village’ then Sander is on it.

Favorite moment n/a

Idea for a story - Got one going already! :D I’d like some more stories about his work in villages and such.

Unpopular opinion  Lysander is brown eyed and blonde haired, while Lorcan is black haired and blue eyed. Neither are super into animals once they’re older.

Favorite relationship  His and Lily’s, now. :)

Favorite headcanon  I think I covered most of it. bUT MAN, I can’t believe I’ve only posted the twins once. I know I’ve sketched them before, but I guess I never posted it :P  

[ink-splotch]

Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

–

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.

-

Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.

-

It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.

-

“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

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Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

–

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

–

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

–

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

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The Baltic States

Literally only came home for one day after Lofoten and set off to the Baltic region again. HAHA when I talk about plans I have for the upcoming weekends, people here always have the same kind of response: “how many trips do you have?!”. Kinda think its just a Singaporean thing to love travel though. The Baltic region is not a common tourist destination but it is one of the regions that I have been wanting to go! 

I did a solo trip here, which as you guys know I love, so I was very excited. I landed in Estonia, but decided to head to Latvia for two days before checking the place out. Honestly, they are pretty similar but Latvia was prettier! think this place is something that you will like if you are into fine architecture or medieval shit. *cues dionne*. What surprised me was how almost everyone could speak English fluently and how safe it was??  

These are some attractions but the streets and every building in the Old Towns are lined with super detailed and nice architecture. I went into this traditional bar restaurant based on the local’s recommendation called Folkklubs Ala Pagrabs, and it was SO GOOD?? The bar looks like a place that came out of a movie set in another century, with live traditional music, and most importantly super good food. I tried this dessert called “beer fritters” and IT WAS JIZZZZ. Also tried some Latvian beer and I wish I could have more but I was too full. 

Also this random Latvian girl came up to me and told me that my sweater was super cute and asked where i bought it! I was secretly quite happy about it hahahahah. 

I popped into this cafe and they had some very sarcastic murals (HAHA LAV IT) but these were my fav: 

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DAY 4: ESTONIA

Headed to an open air museum first and it showed different estonian farms in the early centuries. There was this super cute ancient-looking candy shop! I just HAD TO buy something there haha. Almost got lost cos it was so quiet and we kept walking in circles afterwards though. 

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I think I generally loved it there because I like medieval shit. I casually mentioned this and was recommended to go to this medieval-themed restaurant and it was such an interesting experience omg! 

It was too dark inside (it was only lit with candles on each table like how it really used to be in medieval times or the kind you see in Game of Thrones) so I couldn’t really capture it. But literally everything was designed that way, the interior, the dressing of the waiters and waitresses, and how the food was served (look at the wooden fork and knife hahah). OK even the toilet sink was like in a pot of water like that! 

Also i did a lucky draw and won a medieval hand-made cup that was worth 5Euros (which is alot given that one meal here costs less than 5euros)! :D 

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I did a city walking tour and met this Indian guy that I really hit it off with. I don’t know how it is that I can click with a middle-aged Indian man but ok HAHAHHA. We ended up having lunch together for 2.5hrs (much wowz) and we even wanted to make plans together the next day (but I bailed)! It was actually very nice and you learn so much just meeting new people from all walks of life. He had a business in India which he sold, moved to Amsterdam and have been travelling around Europe for almost two years. The other day in Latvia I also had dinner and drinks with this canadian girl who quit her job and sold her home and has been travelling around for a year or so. And she just plans to keep travelling until she run out of money and then decide where to work. Damn YOLO, I really wish one day I can save up enough money and muster the courage to just do this as well.  

Cheryl hung out with me sometimes, and we went to catch Phantom of the Opera! It’s kinda my first musical and it was good, but she didnt like the plot and kept saying how stupid the main characters are HAHAHAH. But listening to their singing kinda makes me wana go back and listen to symphonic metal again #teenagedays 

Also apparently you’re supposed to dress up when you attend a musical? we went there in our sweater and jeans when everyone else was dressed like it was prom with suits and fancy dresses OMG LOL. 

I dont have any photos but I want to mention about the Bastion Passages. It was a secret underground tunnel used since the 1700s by locals for various reasons, up all the way till the 1990s and it was turned into a museum only in recent years. Alot of its original condition is still there and we could walk through the entire tunnel with a guide that explained the timeline and some exhibits. We also saw alot of huge carved stones and it was pretty cool! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED PLACE TO GO IF YOU EVER VISIT ESTONIA. 

(in certain parts of the tunnel I actually felt some very bad vibes though, I was a little scared, but i would still say its a must-go)  

ok the story of this photo above is damn funny. so this random dude was walking past and I kinda told Cheryl out loud to take the photo only after he has walked past. BUT HE SUDDENLY STARTED WALKING TOWARDS ME AND I WAS SCARED FOR A MOMENT LIKE OMG WTF WHAT DOES THIS DUDE WANT. But he just stopped beside me and did a hipster pose. Apparently he overheard me saying it to her LOLOL so i figured and then copied his pose and we took a photo together anyway HAHHAHA RANDOM AF.  

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Just gonna end the post with this photo because I like it, and also this is the cute sweater as mentioned, and also we waited more than an hour to try this famous estonian pancake HAHA. It was quite nice but damn gelat after a while. 

Thanks for hosting and it was a lovely weekend!! :)