#oc: socorro rosier

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Socorro Sallow Rosier

This is @decennia​ ‘s OC Socorro Sarrow Rosier; Feel free to reblog keeping credit to both the OC creator and I! <3 

Song: 11:11 - Ben Barnes

(Oh my god the angst I felt when making this UGH literally love this character)

[decennia]

THE HOUSE OF ROSIER

katie mcgrath & dame judi dench as druella black (née rosier) †

margot robbie as evangeline rosier †

antony starr & pierce brosnan as gaspard rosier

jessica de gouw & liv tyler as ekaterina rosier (née karkaroff)

cillian murphy as evan rosier †

samara weaving as socorro rosier (née sallow) †

[decennia]

MARAUDERS ERA.

APOLLINE MCGONAGALL.

nicknames: Crookshanks

love interest(s): Romulus Greyback.

house: Gryffindor.

face claim: Adeline Rudolph.

fic: Limerence.

CHESAPEAKE BORGIN.

love interest(s): undecided.

house: n/a, Durmstrang.

face claim: Chance Perdomo, Chiwetel Ejiofor.

fic: Nefarium.

CONSTANCE FLINT.

love interest(s): Gideon Prewett.

house: Slytherin.

face claim: Ellie Bamber, Annie Wersching.

fic: Visions of Gideon.

FRANCIS MCGONAGALL.

love interest(s): Peter Pettigrew.

house: Gryffindor.

face claim: Alex Landi.

fic: Limerence.

KSENIA KARKAROFF.

love interest(s): Rabastan Lestrange.

house: n/a, Durmstrang.

face claim: Naomi Scott.

fic: Vespertine.

NASRIN TRAVERS.

love interest(s): Alastor Moody.

house: Slytherin.

face claim: Golshifteh Farahani.

fic: Absolution.

ROMULUS GREYBACK.

love interest(s): Apolline McGonagall.

house: n/a.

face claim: Archie Renaux.

fic: Limerence.

SEBASTIAN TRAVERS.

love interest(s): undecided.

house: Slytherin.

face claim: Rami Malek.

fic: Absolution.

SOCORRO SALLOW.

love interest(s): Evan Rosier (arranged marriage), Regulus Black.

house: Ravenclaw.

face claim: Samara Weaving.

fic: Lacrimosa.

SOPHRONIA BURKE.

love interest(s): Antonin Dolohov (arranged marriage).

house: n/a, Durmstrang.

face claim: Camila Mendes, Lana Parilla.

fic: Nefarium.

[decennia]

socorro sallow rosier in lacrimosa

"We are not born to hate. We learn it, through blood and pain and the people we surround ourselves with. Or the people we love... are told to love."

[decennia]

introducing: socorro sallow rosier in lacrimosa

Socorro Sallow had been born in privilege, but it was a cold one. Children were often seen and seldom heard in Sallow Manor. She was left wanting little... only love.

Neglect often breeds contempt, and for Cora, it was no different. She was like Ichabod and Lavinia Sallow's fine china – pale, fragile, beautiful, and only brought out to be put on display when influential company were attending one of the numerous dinner parties they held.

She arrived at Hogwarts, touch-starved and quiet. There, she found warmth in every smile, every embrace from newfound friends. She found laughter, and she found the love she so desperately craved.

Cora was reminded that her existence was purely ornamental, however, when she received word of her engagement to Evan Rosier in her final year. And so it was arranged – in spite of an entire war being waged – the biggest event of the year, the union of Sallow and Rosier.

And as the war continued, her friends began to fall, one by one. And there she stood, on the wrong side of it, watching in horror as they were ripped from the earth.

If Cora had been given a choice, she knew she would've chosen differently. Because maybe then, she might've been able to save them. Maybe then, she might've been able to save Regulus Black.

[decennia]

socorro sallow rosier + family

The world is a dangerous place.

She returned home, dressed in blood. Stiff. Cold. Colder than she'd ever been. Ichabod got what he wanted. The monster he'd created had no kindness in her anymore. And five days later, she was wed to Evan Rosier and his pureblood beliefs. Cora Sallow was dead, and Socorro Rosier had taken her place. When she knelt to the Dark Lord, she knew it was wrong. She knew she was wrong, had become something wrong. It didn't stop her from sinking to her knees and allowing that cursed oath – signing away her fickle allegiance and what remained of her soul to the darkest wizard of all time – to slip from her tongue.

Yes, the world is a dangerous place. And Socorro Grace Sallow Rosier is one of the reasons why.

a/n: under the cut is the entire blurb on socorro's family history. however, it does deal with quite mature and triggering themes, so please read at your own discretion.

tw: assault

The world is a dangerous place.

Rosalind Sallow learned this on one summer evening, when she was alone, in the Sallow Manor upon the hill in Falmouth, West Country. Her parents had already passed, and she was in the care of her brother, Ichabod – who had been away for business, his date of return unspecified.

Rosalind had always been a rather unfortunate, frail, sickly creature, in tandem with being a squib – and could not defend herself against the muggle who entered her home, cruel intentions rattling around in his skull. Nine months later – when business was concluded and Lavinia Avery was finally Lavinia Sallow – Ichabod returned home to find his dear sister, a squalling half-blood babe in her arms. She was on the verge of death, a name on her lips – Socorro – before she grew still, dead before her time.

Cora had been a mistake; Ichabod and Lavinia never failed to remind her of it. Raised in his house under the guise of his illegitimate daughter, Ichabod's favour always rested with her "brother": his pureblood son, Tiberius, who bore the proud name of an emperor, testament to Ichabod's adoration. The name Socorro tasted bitter on her tongue in comparison.

She never hated muggles and muggleborns like her family did. She was uncommonly kind for a Sallow – an enduring ghost of Rosalind, one that Ichabod simply could not suffer any longer – and her family sought to tear it from her. The world could not only be dangerous, but cruel, too.

The truth broke her – her whole world and life having been built on a lie. And Rosalind Sallow's vengeance came in the form of Socorro.

He had begged for his life, of course. But her father – her real father, the cowering pathetic scum he was – was granted the same mercy her mother was. Simply put; he was granted none. She tore him apart, and found herself unflinching.

She returned home, dressed in blood. Stiff. Cold. Colder than she'd ever been. Ichabod got what he wanted. The monster he'd created had no kindness in her anymore. And five days later, she was wed to Evan Rosier and his pureblood beliefs. When she knelt to the Dark Lord, she knew it was wrong. She knew she was wrong, had become something wrong. It didn't stop her from sinking to her knees and allowing that cursed oath to slip from her tongue.

Yes, the world is a dangerous place. And Socorro Grace Sallow Rosier is one of the reasons why.

[decennia]

klaus sallow + family

reginald and mary cattermole (née macdonald) — adoptive parents.

socorro rosier (née sallow) — mother.

evan rosier — believed father.

regulus black — true father.

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HP TAG: @nickfcwler @poruchik-logy

[decennia]

hp ocs + death

death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway.

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HP TAG: @captainrcgers @poruchik-logy

[decennia]

Okay I need to know more about Socorro! Tell me about her relationship with Regulus and her marriage to Evan pls <3

SOCORRO AND REGULUS ARE OTP, I SAID WHAT I SAID, AND I SAY IT WITH MY WHOLE CHEST

In the words of Nick Cave, "it started out as a bit of fun."

Socorro is a year younger than the Marauders, but a year older than Regulus.

She and the Sallows were invited to many a dinner party at The Black's.

Regulus always thought she would be shallow and boring, like so many other pretty things he'd encountered. He never cared much for excess and wealth, he had enough of it himself, and beauty was something that easily faded.

The summer before school started, Regulus' interest was piqued when he noticed Socorro being kind to Kreacher.

They only spoke that following year, the beginning of her fifth, and his fourth. She'd come in late to the welcome feast, and he hadn't been able to take her eyes off of her. Lockhart pointed it out, at which Socorro, being Socorro, demanded to know what he had been looking at.

"Alright, Black. Gilderoy and I, we have a bit of a bet going on. You're staring at one of us. Given that we're both equally pretty, it's really no surprise. Which of us is it?"

"I—" He'd considered lying, calling her out on her vanity. But she was right. He had been staring. "Uh... You. I was looking at you. Just you."

She had smiled, and he thought he'd melt, because it was warmer than any smile he'd received before. "Well, that's a shame. You just cost me ten galleons, I thought I had you dead to rights on Lockhart's hair alone."

Coincidentally ("are you following me, Black?"), they both frequented the library. Especially at times they shouldn't.

It became such a common occurrence for them to run into each other that they would get quite crestfallen if they didn't see each other.

Lots of stolen glances and "accidental" hand grazes. Very innocent, a pure kind of love.

They didn't know when it happened, but one day, as if waking from a dream, they came to the realization that they spent every day together. They'd even taken it out of the library — walks along the Black Lake, picnics by the Quidditch pitch, weekend afternoons spent at Hogsmeade, tasting every tester at Honeydukes.

She'd kissed him first. It was her last day, and he'd come over to congratulate her on her graduation and the job she'd been lined up for at the Ministry. He'd gotten her a parting gift, a silver bracelet (which she never took off). But she was sad for other reasons. Ichabod Sallow had told her, in the same breath as "well done for not tarnishing the family name more than your mere existence already has" (perhaps the biggest and only compliment she had and ever will receive from him other than passing remarks about her appearance), about her engagement to Evan Rosier (arranged, of course).

The kiss was sweet, and chaste. A mere brush of the lips, but Regulus swore he had been engulfed by Fiendfyre.

He couldn't stop thinking about it for the next year. He chided himself on being so consumed by her, but it couldn't be helped.

The next time they saw each other had been at the wedding. His family had been invited, and although he knew what torture it would be, he would gladly accept just to see her again.

Socorro had been so delighted to see him. She'd (half) jokingly asked him to steal her away, maybe elope with her to France.

He wouldn't let her know how tempted he'd been.

Regulus isn't very good with emotions, so sometimes, the odd cruel remark would fall from his lips. He never knew who he was more mad at; himself, or Socorro. The answer is always himself.

He'd always apologise.

He would visit her at the Ministry, take her out for impromptu and entirely platonic (but not really) lunches.

She was the first to notice that something was wrong with Regulus.

Especially when he'd shown up on her doorstep, body wracked in shivers and sobs, unable to keep himself standing as he slumped against her doorframe, babbling profusely about what he'd just witnessed.

He'd shown her the Dark Mark, freshly branded and raw on his arm. If his blood caked hands were any indication, she knew what he'd just done. She knew all too well, because she also had to buy the Dark Lord's trust in blood.

She'd helped him clean his hands of the red. He couldn't stop shaking.

When his breath and hands had stilled, he told her what he'd done.

He told her he'd cried.

He wasn't ashamed of that, he was only eighteen.

But he'd been made to feel ashamed of it, because they were mudbloods, and they were thieving his birthrite, and Bellatrix, why don't you teach him a lesson?

There were no physical signs of the Cruciatus Curse, other than the aftershocks of tremulous hiccoughs and red-rimmed hollowed eyes.

He'd kissed her.

Desperate, all need, like a drowning man gasping for air, or an alcoholic chasing down their sadness with intoxication.

When they'd broken apart, she'd been silent. Embarrassed, he'd left.

He avoided her for weeks after that. And then he showed up again, only to apologize.

He ended up confessing his love, by some wicked turn of events.

She was his first.

And last.

She also believes she is responsible for his death.

She never stopped loving him.

He died with her name on his lips.

ON THE COMPLETE OTHER SIDE OF THE SPECTRUM WE HAVE EVAN AND SOCORRO WHO ARE LIKE... JUST REALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL

Arranged marriage, of course, because I am a hoe for the trope.

She's a halfblood, which he fucking hates.

Much of their turmoil comes from this, see quotes: "You will only ever be loved half of what you think you deserve. By me, by everyone" and "Do not mistake my tolerance for love. Never forget that you are replaceable."

Only she isn't as replaceable as he'd have her think, because although she's a halfblood, she's also a very skilled Legilimens, and also has a position at the Ministry as Junior Assistant to the High Inquisitor, one of Tom Riddle's biggest adversaries, Miraya Patil. She, along with Augustus Rookwood, are instrumental in this war.

Hence the marriage; keep her close. Rosier had no choice but to obey his Dark Lord.

When it comes to Socorro, he has one rule: they will fuck, but she will never have his child. He would rather his line end with him than have her muggle blood continue it.

He's constantly having affairs. Alecto Carrow is a favourite of his for keeping his bed warm. Socorro pretends to not know, to avoid the humiliation, but it's hard when you can read people's thoughts and Rita Skeeter won't shut up about who's been spotted snogging whom in the underground wizarding club, The Boggart's Closet.

When he first met her, he thought she was beautiful. He still does, but that's all she is to him; something beautiful that he owns.

She vanished six months before the wedding, and returned five days before. The wedding proceeded as usual. Evan and Riddle are the only ones who know where she went and why.

He played the part of loving husband well when they attended dinner parties. That is, until he was slipping away to some empty room where Alecto Carrow was waiting.

He played the part of doting fiancé well, too, when they'd initially been engaged. So well, it even fooled her. She would later realise it was because she wanted so desperately to believe it, that she could still have love. She was wrong.

She tried very hard to make it work for the first few months, but was constantly rebuffed.

And just as she grew cold, he grew hot.

Evan ends up developing a begrudging respect for her, and even believes he's fallen in love with her. It's hard not to when Socorro is the way she is; she has a way of being exactly what you want or need. She chameleons herself into Evan's ideal woman (barring blood status) because how else would she survive him?

She cares about him as a stranger would someone in their circle. More a "thank god it wasn't me" than a "why couldn't it have been me."

She gets over his death fairly quickly.

But still leaves a single black rose on his grave on his wedding anniversary.

[decennia]

socorro sallow in lacrimosa

"It's hard to forget a place that gave you so much to remember."

In spite of having many houses in her name – the decadence and excess of being wealthy, a curse on any high society creature – none of them ever felt like home. No, that was Hogwarts, and in the warmth of Regulus' arms.

For no matter how hard she had tried to forge that same feeling with her new husband in that new home of theirs – the cold and unforgiving Rosier House, left to Evan after his father had passed – she had failed. There was no love there, there was no warmth. Just stone-faced statues to accompany her stone-faced echoing waltz through its halls, and the cruel commentaries of embittered paintings she demanded be covered for their silence.

She'd trade it all – every last cent, every last gilded chalice, every jewel, every brick that composed those uninviting walls – to return to her home. To return to Hogwarts, sheltered in safety from death and the repercussions of her decisions and the thunder of war that waged right outside her front door. To return to a time where Regulus was alive.

[decennia]

Wbw for Cora?

B A S I C S

full name: Socorro "Cora" Grace Rosier (neé Sallow)

gender: female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Evan Rosier (husband); Rosalind Sallow (biological mother, deceased); [Redacted] (biological father); Ichabod Sallow (biological uncle, adoptive father); Lavinia Sallow (neé Avery – adoptive mother); Tiberius Sallow (biological cousin, adoptive brother)

birthplace: Sallow Manor, Falmouth, West Country, England

job: Junior Assistant to the High Inquisitor in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic

phobias: Voldemort, heights, the Cruciatus Curse

guilty pleasures: chocolate frogs, Regulus Black, antagonizing Tiberius

M O R A L S

morality alignment:

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: socorro x regulus

ot3: emma x socorro x regulus

brotp: socorro x sirius ; socorro x lily

notp: socorro x bellatrix

[decennia]

endgame couples + n.t

isaiah moody & hester trelawney moody

rathin patil & miraya varma patil

declan diggory & corinne scamander

regulus black & socorro sallow rosier

gideon prewett & constance flint prewett

theodore nott & althea abbott

romulus greyback & apolline mcgonagall

dean thomas & ives mclaggen

caden mclaggen & wilbur prewett

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HP TAG: @captainrcgers

[decennia]

Two things: one, I noticed we've both used Samara Weaving as a mom for our morally ambiguous ocs (Socorro Sallow for your Klaus Sallow and Sophia Avery for my Victoria Carrow), so maybe there's something in there that could make a crossover, idk maybe one of them was switched at birth? lol, totally cool if you don't wanna go for those shenanigans, and two) could I DM you for a bit of help with naming some secondary hp ocs? you're so freaking good at it! 💙

SOCORRO SALLOW WAS MY FIRST EVER OC AND I LOVE HER TILL MY DYING DAY

Socorro is a Half-Blood, raised in a Pureblood environment, so I'm not too sure on the logistics of Sophia Avery's blood status. But perhaps its like a “hey, you two look a lot alike, that's sus” and them being like “I don't see it”

But then also them being a Parent Trap duo who occasionally take each other's names so they both have ironclad alibis for whatever underhanded thing they're doing. “Me? Sell out Evan Rosier to Alastor Moody? I couldn't have, I was at The Boggart's Closet all night with the Mulcibers”

Socorro also dies by Barty Crouch Jnr's hand, so imagine if he thought Sophia was Socorro first?

The possibilities are endless omfg you're on BIG BRAIN MODE

AND YES OFC PLS SLIDE INTO MY DMS WHENEVER THEY'RE ALWAYS OPEN

[decennia]

Hello there! I was wondering if I could possibly make a graphic of your OC Socorro Sallow Rosier? I think she is a fascinating character. All credit for the OC would go to you of course! <3 You can find my OC graphics at @88stars88-ocs if you're interested! Thank you for your time.

OMFG YESYESYESYESYES YOU NEVER HAVE TO ASK JUST SHOWER ME IN GIFTS IF YOU WANT PLEASE I'M SO HONOURED HECK YES

[decennia]

wizarding world ocs + greek goddesses (insp.)

catalonia slytherin as hecate

guinevere chang as demeter

dagrim patil as artemis

socorro sallow rosier as nemesis

althea abbott as hestia