#pl romilda

[i-post-random-layton-screenshots]

hoogland yuri

my favourite part of hillside is romilda and her butch wife julien

[the-river-of-light]

I can't break the cycle, I'm not just a fool

[noxtms]

good morn ! i’m just vibing for a little bit before work ( something that i will be suffering through for a few more days in a row than usual ) and hopefully getting out a couple replies before i gotta dip. there’s not much i need to get done on the main and my tdl is, in gen, starting to dwindle - i’m hoping praying etc to get our mw some time before our three year anniversary events, so pls consider : dan stevens as bill weasley ! demet ozdemir as daphne yeşilçimen ! savannah lee smith as romilda vane ! dev patel as cormac mclaggen ! forrest goodluck as neville longbottom ! lakeith stanfield as lee jordan ! antonia thomas as nymphadora tonks ! justin h min as viktor krum ! jordan gonzalez as zacharias smith ! rish shah as rolf scamander ! kofi siriboe as dean thomas ! anna diop as fleur weasley ! or mayhaps antonia gentry as mafalda prewett ! 

[laytontheories]

Both have small dot eyes and brown hair, Both are kind and caring women who love their husbands, Both wear purple, Both have names starting with R

Could these two be related somehow? Maybe Rachel had a sister who moved to Hoogland after her death and had a daughter …

Or maybe Level 5 is not creative when it comes to designing female characters.

[laytonaesthetics]

an aesthetic for romilda from azran legacy!

[grawpish]

so  it  is  my  headcanon  that  canonically,  cormac  marries  romilda  vane   however,  that  can  change  if  i   develop  a  verse/ship  with  someone  but  for  now,  in  cormac’s  verse,  he  marries  romilda  and  has  2  kids  with  her.

[raysofromilda]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[babyandcharacternames]

Do you have any names that sound rough and like ur eating razors? Pls I am begging

Romilda

Dinah

Gage

Dom

Hendrix

Sader

Xavier

Lex

Mike

Eliane

Fisk

Tyra

Mack

Mackenzie

Nick

Ardrick

Ajax

Axel

Azaläis

Ares

Yeheil

Boris

Zack

Utah

Konrad

Hector

Vasily

Iveta

Amir

Ivan

Ivor

Feyda

Eka

Eir

Erez

Erik

Elektra

Klytaimnestra

Mikel

Vangelija

Asterix

Shankar

Melik

Rikard

Yuka

Dragan

Torkel

Kyriakos

Boaz

Nalini

Agnarr

Artair

Devnet

Iezekiel

Xhelal

Venijamin

Xelia

Sordyn

Maja

Ottolie

Nevada

Park

Dayden

Calum

Sorry if this is not this vibe you were looking for, I tried finding names that like jumped out of my throat and got stuck in my teeth a little if that makes sense. Hope you like one of them!!

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars CLVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’ll be having the time of my life on a beach by the time these chapters get posted but hopefully I’ll have wifi so pls do try to leave a comment! -Danny

Words: 3,904

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Chapter Nineteen: The Wounded Trio.

Erick was still out of it by the time it was Ron's birthday, although he would speak in his sleep.

Pomfrey told her that sometimes people just fell into a deep unconscious state after a grave traumatic experience. He was almost ready to leave the hospital wing, but he was keeping himself senseless.

Mel tried really hard not to resent him. She wanted the conscious part of him to remember he had someone in the real world he could rely on, that she was still waiting for him and that he had to fight, at least to be able to speak about what had been going on that year.

Gifts would appear on his nightstand daily: notes of encouragement, sweets, all anonymous. She knew they had to come from Slytherins who weren't ready to step into the spotlight, Mel was happy with the support they were showing anyway.

Daphne would visit only when no one was paying attention, both girls had thought that his rivalry with Faustus and Griffin was nothing to worry about, but Lucas Darcy, one of the few Slytherins that attended the D.A. meetings, told Daphne that Griffin and Faustus were doing everything to keep Erick miserable and scared, but he'd been impossible to intimidate, and they had gotten tired.

Mel didn't understand why he'd hid this from her, she thought that Erick trusted her, that after their talk in Grimmauld Place he was determined to be more open about his problems... Apparently, she'd been wrong.

She had to keep going, if not for herself, at least for her mother, who would send her letters with Reggie's pictures as a way to cheer her up. Harry was a great help during those days too, keeping her busy with Occlumency and his lessons to ground himself. Hermione and Ron were still fighting and Ron was almost always snogging Lavender, it almost felt like the old days, Harry wouldn't nag her with questions about Erick, or even ask her to speak, and in return, she let him read his potions book as much as he pleased, as well as the Marauders' Map.

Harry knew it was completely selfish of him to enjoy his time with Mel. He knew it was wrong, that Mel was miserable—Erick was her boyfriend, not him! He could claim that he was mad on her behalf, but he knew he was angry at the fact that he couldn't express out loud what he was thinking: If it weren't for Erick, right now they'd be strolling around the castle hand in hand... but that wasn't true either. They couldn't be together if they wanted to keep the lifeline, and keeping it was far more important than his feelings.

That morning though, Harry's mind was miles away from her. They ran into each other as she was walking down the stairs.

"Morning," He said gravely. "We have a problem."

"What now?" Mel groaned.

Harry signed towards Ron, who quickly caught up with them with a weird expression on his face.

"Hi!" He beamed. "Harry's going to introduce me to Romilda Vane!"

Mel stared at the boys. "What?"

"I forgot I still had the chocolate cauldrons Romilda gave me—I was looking for the map and I threw them out of my trunk, Ron must've thought they had fallen from his pile of presents..."

"Oh," Mel looked back at her friend and her expression grew worried. "Oh, no..."

"Now he wants to marry Romilda," Harry wasn't smiling, but his eyes were bright with amusement.

"And, er... where are you taking him?"

"Stop talking and walk!" Ron whined.

Harry obliged, but seized Mel by the arm gently so she would walk with them.

"I'm taking him to meet Romilda," He explained. "She's with Slughorn, taking extra lessons..."

"Right!" Mel looked ahead, her voice trembling. "You should fix your hair, Won-Won, you don't want to meet her looking like a madman."

Ron hastily tried to brush his hair with both hands, Harry snorted lowering his gaze to his feet and shaking his head.

"You're late, Won-Won!" Lavender greeted them at the door. "I've got you a birthday—"

"Leave me alone," said Ron, pushing her aside. "Harry's going to introduce me to Romilda Vane."

Harry and Mel tried to apologize to Lavender, but they were too distracted to stop and talk. When they reached Slughorn's office, they discovered a very sleepy-looking professor.

"Children... This is very early for a call... I generally sleep late on a Saturday..."

"Professor, we're really sorry to disturb you," said Harry, "but my friend Ron's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and, you know... awkward questions..."

"I'd have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, expert potioneers like you two?" asked Slughorn.

"It was too sudden," Mel prompted, used to come up with tales on the spot. "We thought he was ill and we were halfway to the infirmary when he started to ramble about this girl... We don't want to make things worse..."

"I can't see her, guys—is he hiding her?" Ron complained.

"Was this potion within date?" Slughorn asked, adopting a more serious tone. "They can strengthen, you know, the longer they're kept."

"That would explain a lot," Harry grunted, he was firmly gripping Ron with both arms trying to keep him from running into the office. "It's his birthday, Professor..."

"Oh, all right, come in, then, come in," said Slughorn. "I've got the necessary here in my bag, it's not a difficult antidote..."

Ron stormed into the room and fell over, he quickly stood up and seized Harry by the neck whispering frantically.

"She didn't see that, did she?"

"She's not here yet," Harry pushed him away hastily.

"That's good — How do I look?"

"Very handsome," Slughorn replied brightly, he had a cup of something already, Mel hadn't even seen him move. "Now drink that up, it's a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know."

"Brilliant," said Ron, taking it all down in one long gulp.

He stood there excitedly for at least ten seconds, then his face changed and his eyes widened in shock.

"Back to normal, then?" Harry smiled. "Thanks a lot, Professor."

"Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it," Ron sat down heavily, pushing his hair back in distress. "Pick-me-up, that's what he needs, I've got butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead... hmm... meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas... ah, well... He can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love..."

Mel softly rubbed Ron's back while Slughorn poured the drinks, she stood up to grab hers.

"There you are then," said Slughorn. "Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph —"

"Ron —" whispered Harry.

Mel raised her cup and smelled it, she tensed.

"— and may you have many more —"

"Don't drink it!"

But Ron had drunk half of the cup already.

"Ron!" Harry called when their friend fell to the floor. "Professor! Do something!"

"What — but —" Slughorn flushed.

Mel fell to her knees and turned Ron to his side.

"IT'S POISON!"

Harry moved faster than she'd ever seen him move, he opened Slughorn's case and searched through it desperately while Mel did her best to keep Ron from choking.

"HURRY!"

"FOUND IT!" Harry shouted and threw the bezoar, Mel caught it.

Harry kneeled next to her to keep Ron from moving while she forced Ron's mouth open and pushed the stone as deep as she was able down his throat.

Ron violently spasmed one more time, took a staggering breath, then stopped moving.

Now two of the people she loved most in the world were in the hospital wing.

Fred and George had travelled to surprise Ron for his birthday, instead came to the awful news of their younger brother almost dying. To top it all, they also found an inert and terribly beaten Erick. They offered to fight every seventh-year Slytherin; but her boyfriend was still out cold and Mel was growing more and more worried without having to think about more fights. If he continued like this, Madam Pomfrey told her, he would have to be sent to St. Mungo's.

The girl wrote a letter to his cousin after a long night of deliberation. Joseph visited, he was helping Madame Maxime ever since he'd graduated, they were the Order's agents in France. When he found out Mel was dating Erick, Jo said he'd suspected he would end up loving her, he'd never been close to any person the way he was with her.

That's the word he used. Love.

Mel didn't think Erick loved her, if he did, he would've been honest. He would wake up. It was unfair, of course, Mel knew he was feeling alone even though he was surrounded by friendly faces. He was new to a life she had known for years, she could only imagine how stressful it must have felt for him. That one talk they'd had years ago as a terrible echo of what she'd decided to ignore:

"I know you want to see it as this endless world of possibilities, that if we try hard enough and live our lives how we want to, no one can hurt us—but is not like that... not for the most of us."

She'd refused to believe him, but it was hard not to now, staring at his unconscious form. People could hurt you if they wanted to, even if you were unafraid of living your truth.

She was making daily visits to the Hospital wing along with Harry and Hermione, who'd finally made peace with Ron. It was good having her old group of friends reinstated, most of all the fact that Harry and she were once again the best friends they used to be, rarely you'd see one without the other, and Mel fell into a comfortable routine by his side.

However, she made a point to spend most of their time accompanied by either Ron or Hermione, she didn't want to get too comfortable around him, she knew that was a dangerous thing to do. Harry took the hint and started to leave her alone during her visits to Erick, and Ron would take naps during those to give her more privacy.

She knew that Cormac and Lavender would stalk Harry with questions, the first one about Quidditch and the latter desperate to hear Ron's opinions of her. Cormac was a terrible teammate, and when she and Harry made their way towards the field on the morning of their match against Hufflepuff, Mel tried to convince Harry to knock McLaggen off his broom.

They ran into Malfoy, who was accompanied by two young girls.

"Where're you going?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm really going to tell you, because it's your business, Potter," Malfoy scoffed. "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored' — whatever they call you these days."

The students walked past them, Malfoy hadn't even tried to insult Mel. Both stood there, and she could see Harry's mind struggling to move on.

"We'll deal with that later," She said, seizing his arm and pulling him along. "C'mon, lots of people are counting on us today."

The girl needed something good in her life after all the stress, maybe throwing bludgers to the opposite team would make things better.

"Where have you been?"

"We met Malfoy..."

"So?" Ginny raised a brow.

"So I wanted to know how come he's up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here..."

"Does it matter right now?"

"Well, I'm not likely to find out, am I?" Harry frowned. "Come on then!"

Ginny gave her a questioning look to which she responded with a shrug.

"Tricky conditions!" McLaggen said once they were all out. "Dumbledore, Peakes, you'll want to fly out of the sun, so they don't see you coming—"

"I'm the Captain, McLaggen, shut up giving them instructions," Harry scolded him. "Just get up by the goalposts!" Once he left, he turned to Mel and Jimmy.  "Make sure you do fly out of the sun..."

"Sure thing, Captain," Mel grinned.

Luna Lovegood was that day's commentator.

"And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle... He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he's playing them — oh, look, he's lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, she's very nice..."

"Oi! Peakes!" Mel yelled, "Five galleons say you don't get to throw Smith off his broom!"

She wasn't being serious, but Smith was close enough to hear her and she couldn't resist. Peakes grinned at her and winked at Zach sort of devilish, the boy looked extremely disgruntled, but he refused to respond to Mel's threat.

"...but now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble — no, Buggins —"

"It's Cadwallader!" answered Professor McGonagall.

McLaggen missed the Quaffle by a large difference, he was too busy yelling at Ginny for dropping it.

"McLaggen, will you pay attention to what you're supposed to be doing and leave everyone else alone!" Harry yelled.

"You're not setting a great example!" McLaggen responded rudely.

"And Harry Potter's now having an argument with his Keeper... I don't think that'll help him find the Snitch, but maybe it's a clever ruse..."

McLaggen did not stop, though.

"Seventy-forty to Hufflepuff!" Professor McGonagall shouted into the megaphone, for Luna was too distracted by the shapes of the clouds.

"Is it, already? Oh, look! The Gryffindor Keeper's got hold of one of the Beater's bats."

Peakes was looking at Cormac with a murderous glare, Mel tightened her grip on her own bat and attempted to move towards them, but Harry got there faster.

"Will you give him back his bat and get back to the goalposts!"

Cormac swung the bat the moment a bludger approached him... and it crashed directly against Harry's head. The boy fell off his broom, Jimmy and Mel flew towards him in no time.

Mel wrapped her arms around his middle and guided him to the ground, her heart was pounding as well as the side of her head, Harry was bleeding profusely.

"No no no..." She muttered, pushing Harry's hair out of the way and staining her fingers with blood. "You'll be okay, Glasses, please be okay..."

Some seventh-year Gryffindors took him away, he was left unconscious and the possibility of him not waking up just like Erick made her lose her temper.

The game ended in a flash of red, all she remembered was throwing bludgers around with deadly aim, but without Harry, they were fated to lose, and so they did... by two hundred and sixty points. She didn't notice, but dark, thin lines started to creep up her forearms as she landed on solid ground, her anger increasing with every step she took.

"I suppose you'll be happy, Melissa," Cormac scowled when he noticed Mel was approaching. "Your friend —"

She drew out her wand and with a swift and enraged flicker, glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth, then she petrified him. No one dared to move as she got closer, every student was staring with wide eyes. She kicked his stiff body and McLaggen fell backwards, Mel crouched next to him and whispered in a low growl:

"Look at you, McGill," She tilted her head. "Finally, a position that suits you..."

"Miss Dumbledore!" McGonagall rushed up to her, looking aghast. "What have you done?"

"A favour to humankind, Professor," The girl responded, standing up so they could talk face-to-face.

"Unpetrify him right now!"

"Is it most necessary?"

"Miss Dumbledore!"

Mel lazily flicked her wand, Cormac stood up and gesticulated wildly demanding to speak, several students laughed.

"Remove all the spells at once!" McGonagall demanded. "Twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor!"

"Mackintosh has been rude and disdainful towards the whole team for days, I think it's better if we leave him this way—"

"Detention, Miss Dumbledore!"

Mel swore under her breath, with a snap of her fingers Cormac's mouth started to function normally again. He gasped dramatically and glared at her ready to lash out, but she was having none of it.

"One more word, Carol, and I promise I won't need magic to silence you for good."

She hadn't been able to use her magic this way in months, but the thought of yet another one of her friends in the hospital wing had caused her to snap out of it. Cormac decided it was wiser to just let it pass. Ginny was cackling a few feet ahead, McGonagall took her directly to detention.

Dumbledore wouldn't be pleased about this for sure, but she didn't care. Her mind would go back to Erick, drowned in the stress of his own quest for perfection.

Hours after the game, when she was finally allowed to leave (McGonagall made her write 'I won't treat my teammates like puppets' until her parchment was full on both sides) she went to the hospital wing.

"I don't want to stay here overnight," Harry's voice was the first thing she heard, knowing he was awake quickly improved her mood. "I want to find McLaggen and kill him!"

"I'm afraid that would come under the heading of 'overexertion,'" Madam Pomfrey responded. "You will stay here until I discharge you, Potter, or I shall call the headmaster."

"D'you know how much we lost by?"

"Well, yeah I do," said Ron softly. "Final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty."

"Brilliant. Really brilliant!" He was fuming. "When I get hold of McLaggen —"

"You don't want to get hold of him, he's the size of a troll. Personally, I think there's a lot to be said for hexing him with that toenail thing of the Prince's. Anyway, the rest of the team might've dealt with him before you get out of here, they're not happy..."

"Right you are, my King," Mel casually walked up to them.

"There you are!" Ron said brightly. "How was detention?"

"Detention?" Harry frowned, his head was tightly wrapped in bandages. "What happened?"

"I attacked McLaggen," She sat on his bed, then added gravely: "Once the game ended, of course, I would never disobey a direct order from my Captain. I petrified him."

"Really?"

"She did!" Ron laughed. "Called him wrong names the whole time, kicked him to the ground — Ginny said it was beautiful."

"I can accept Melody," She explained. "But I draw the line at Melissa."

The boys laughed, Harry seemed much lighter now that he knew Mel had taken care of Cormac.

"I could hear the match commentary from here," said Ron, still grinning. "I hope Luna always commentates from now on..."

"So the whole team came to check on you?"

"Nah, only Ginny," Ron responded. "She reckons you two only just arrived on time for the match. How come? You left here early enough."

"Oh... Yeah... well, we saw Malfoy sneaking off with a couple of girls who didn't look like they wanted to be with him, and that's the second time he's made sure he isn't down on the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the school; he skipped the last match too, remember? Wish I'd followed him now, the match was such a fiasco..."

"Don't be stupid, you couldn't have missed a Quidditch match just to follow Malfoy, you're the Captain!"

"Besides, it was only a fiasco after you left, we would've won if it weren't for McDonald..."

"I want to know what he's up to. And don't tell me it's all in my head, not after what I overheard between him and Snape —"

"I never said it was all in your head, but there's no rule saying only one person at a time can be plotting anything in this place! You're getting a bit obsessed with Malfoy, Harry. I mean, thinking about missing a match just to follow him..."

"I want to catch him at it! I mean, where's he going when he disappears off the map?"

"I dunno... Hogsmeade?" Ron yawned.

"I've never seen him going along any of the secret passageways on the map. I thought they were being watched now anyway?"

Mel and Ron shrugged, the three of them fell into contemplative silence, although Ron looked positively asleep after ten minutes.

"I wish I could've seen you attacking McLaggen," Harry mumbled after a while.

"I was too immature, I shouldn't have done that," She sighed. "Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it, though."

Harry smiled a little, then he lowered his head in defeat.

"Hey," She squeezed his hand. "We'll find out what Malfoy's planning, don't let it consume you."

"I'm not—"

"You said I needed a break from my studies and I listened. I'm asking you to do the same... I know what stress can do to people," She looked at Erick, her throat tightening at the sight. "I don't want you to leave me as well..."

Harry's eyes lingered on her face, his hand closed tightly around her bloodstained fingers.

"Mel..." He gulped. "I..."

The faintest groan was heard on the bed next to Harry's. Mel bolted upright, her head turning towards the large figure laying there.

"Erick?" She asked, holding her breath.

She didn't want to get excited, false alarms had occurred before. Harry was looking intently as well, they exchanged a look and Mel crawled towards the left side of his mattress so she could face the Slytherin.

She stood up and slowly sat down on Erick's bed, she said his name again, almost like a plea, and his head moved towards the sound.

"You better wake up for good this time," She grabbed his hand, the fingertips of her free hand grazed the side of his face. "Squeeze my hand if you hear me..."

He didn't move.

"Do anything..." She begged.

"Mel," Harry started carefully, "he's just—"

"Hang..." Erick replied with the groggiest of voices. "Hang on a moment, Princess... I'll dance on top of a table if you want—as soon as the room stops moving..."

"Erick!" She got closer to his face and cupped his cheeks gently. "You're back!"

"I never left," He replied, moving a little without opening his eyes. "Dear Merlin, I feel like I'm made of cardboard..."

"That's what happens when you sleep for too long, mate," Harry replied, staring at him with as much relief as her.

At the sound of his voice, Erick moved his head to the right and opened his eyes a little.

"Harry," He squinted. "Is that Ron behind you?"

As a reply, Ron snored loudly. Erick looked up at Mel and hissed in pain, she noticed his eyes were bloodshot, but she was pleased to see them anyway.

"Hey," He groaned, one hand rubbing his sore neck. "Am I dreaming?"

Her only answer was weak a laugh, thick tears fell down her face as she leaned forward to kiss him.

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[the-river-of-light]

it’s a love story, baby, just say yes

(@layton-npc-appreciation-week day 6: azran legacy)

[noxtms]

evening ! the main is currently updated, but i have a pretty long list of things i’ve been putting off and / or too busy to actually focus on that i’ve gotta start getting through now, starting with sorting out the promo queue. i’m gonna have to log out to deal with that since it’s on a blog of its own, and while i’m v much not looking forward to dealing with zapier this evening, i’m hoping it’ll be a v quick fix ! i would love to return to asks or apps, and there are a few characters i would most love to see snatched up of our most wanted, so pls consider : chella man as neville longbottom ! t’nia miller as aurora sinistra ! joe dempsie as charlie weasley ! sun yihan as cho chang ! kedar williams stirling as dean thomas ! elcin afacan as  daphne yeşilçimen ! simone ashley as katie bell ! avan jogia as cormac mclaggen ! jack o’connell as george weasley ! hannah john kamen as nymphadora tonks ! drew starkey as zacharias smith ! nico hiraga as ernie macmillan ! fabien frankel as viktor krum ! kate winslet as rita skeeter ! kit young as michael corner ! megan suri as tracey davis ! bright vachirawit as rolf scamander ! christina hendricks as molly weasley ! adeline rudolph as romilda vane ! lee pace as xenophilius lovegood ( malfoy ) ! or maybe madison bailey as gabrielle delacour ! 

[invisiblstrng]

I......have a need for more plots, a ship or two, a million memes, people in my messages screaming and loving on me and my muses, some actual threads and like, all around more writing.

My name is Rachel and I swear im a sweet, fun friendly bean and I like to make friends, please come meet me and my muses Pansy and Romilda.

And if you already know me, pls send love in the form of plots and memes and starters.

[beginagainhq]

ROMILDA GAUMONT, who looks a lot like MELANIE SCROFANO, would love to see ROSEMARY GAUMONT, their LITTLE SISTER. They should be 22-25 years old and look similar to DOMINIQUE PROVOST-CHALKLEY/UTP. Please DO contact ALICIA before applying! (for more info, pls refer to http://romildagaumont.tumblr.com/sister or send a message to Alicia!)

The wanted connections page has been updated!

[lumosfm-blog]

❝          i     like     to     imagine     that     𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚     a     girl     takes     𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊     for     me          .          she     closes     her     eyes     and     dreams          .          she     unfolds          .          she     is     insignificant     and     larger     than     life          .          ❞          ---          odysseus     elytis          ,          the     girls          .

*   ╰     in  the  teal  glow  of  the  goblet’s  flames  ,  a  name  simmers  .   what  makes  you  worthy  of  eternal  glory  ,  romilda  vane  ?   surely  not  your  sordidly  vulpine  &  contumacious  nature  ,  for  that  would  undoubtedly  stray  to  failure  .   perhaps  if  your  prayers  to  merlin  were  heard  ,  your  prolix  &  brassy  temperament  would  glean  you  an  edge  ,  but  i  wouldn’t  count  on  it  ,  especially  with  the  rest  of  hogwarts  against  you  .   one  would  think  you’d  known  better  ,  as  an  18  year  old  fourth  year  ,  but  apparently  that  pesky  gryffindor  intransigence  is  particularly  fiendish  today  .   after  all  ,  these  factors  make  up  a  champion  ,  but  even  for  a  staunchly  cis  female  adhering  to  she  &  her  pronouns  ,  it  does  nothing  to  help  that  only  in  the  mirror  of  erised  do  you  resemble  brittany  o’grady  ,  especially  with  those  bitten  lips  ,  perpetually  curled  into  hap - hazard  smirk  .   now  ,  are  you  slipping  that  paper  in  or  not  ?

𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉     𝖔𝖓𝖊   .          ╱          𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨   .

full  name     :     romilda  harriet  vane     .

nicknames     :     milly     ,     sometimes     .     romy     .

date  of  birth     :     may  fifteenth     .

place  of  birth     :     salisbury     ,     great   britain     .

gender  identity  &  pronouns     :     cis  female     ,     she/her     .

sexual  orientation     :     bisexual     .

romantic  orientation     :     biromantic     .

house     :     gryffindor     .

𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉     𝖙𝖜𝖔   .          ╱          𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮   .

romilda  harriet  vane     ,     born  to  susie  and  jeremiah  vane     ,     is  the  first  of  two  girls  that  the  vane  family  were  cursed  blessed  with     .     older  by  about  three  years     ,     her  relationship  with  emma  is  contingent  to  what  kind  of  day  it  is     ,     what  side  of  the  bed  she  wakes  up  on     &     whether  she’s  in  a  halfway  decent  mood     .     it’s  v  much  a  typical  sibling  relationship     ?????     idk  what  else  to  say  about  it

magic  has  crackled  under  her  fingertips  since  before  she  really  knew  what  to  do  with  it     .     it’s  a  family  trait     ,     really     --- --- -     susie’s  outbursts  started  before  the  age  of  six     ,     jeremiah’s  started  at  eight          ;          it’s  no  surprise  to  anyone  that  the  eldest  vane  girl  was  sending  toy  owls  whistling  around  the  living  room  at  three     ,     giggling  in  delight  whilst  her  baby  sister  gurgled  at  the  sight     .

the  vanes  are  moderately  wealthy     ,     i  guess     ??     susie  comes  from  money     &     secured  herself  a  high - paying  job  with  the  ministry  of  magic  right  out  of  the  gate     ,     &     jeremiah  did  fairly  similar     .     regardless     ,     romilda’s  very  aware  that  she  lives  a  comfortable  lifestyle  and  that  there’ll  always  be  money  there  when  she  needs  it     .     she’s  also  aware  that  she  has  the  ability  to  flaunt  that  modicum  of  wealth     ,     and  takes  no  shame  in  doing  so     .     

throughout  her  early  education     ,     it  becomes  clear  that  romilda  has  the  potential  to  be  an  incredibly  talented  witch          ;          it  comes  naturally  to  her     ,     as  naturally  as  breathing          /          even  muggle  schoolwork  proves  no  particular  struggle          ---          the  issue  is  motivation     ,     something  she  lacks     .     she’ll  always  prefer  giggling  in  a  group  with  friends  to  actually  doing  any  kind  of  work     .     that  changes  later     ,     but  it’s  something  that  lingers  for  a  while     .

cue  entry  into  hogwarts  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry  at  tender  age  of  fourteen  and  a  whole  life  is  spun  into  reverse     ;     she  can’t  scrape  by  doing  the  barest  minimum  anymore     ,     and  finally  comes  to  the  realisation  that  she’s  got  to  put  some  fucking  elbow  grease  into  this  shit     ---     talent  is  nothing  without  support     .     personage  shifts  overnight  and  almost  suddenly  she’s  focused     ,     ready  to  work     ,     ready  to  do  what  she  has  to  do  in  order  to  prove  that  she  belongs  here     .     

let’s  not  kid  ourselves     ,     she’s  still  a  [  scott  pilgrim  vc  ]  gossipy  bitch  but  it’s  different     ---     her  free  time  is  spent  doing  homework     ,     actively  working  on  practising  different  spells  and  charms  and  potions     ,     she’s  finally  got  a  drive  and  it’s  pushing  her  closer  and  closer  to  glory  every  single  day  she  tries  at  it     .

did  i  mention     :     i  love  her

so     ---     she’s  got  the  right  intentions  at  the  best  of  times     ,     but  it’s  the  execution  that  leaves  her  flailing  in  metaphorical  cow  shit     .     she  genuinely  wants  to  do  right  by  her  friends  and  by  herself     ,     but  dramatic   nature  is  inbuilt  and  has  no  plans  to  be  removed     .     it’s  head  versus  nature  at  the  best  of  times  and  nature  has  a  tendency  to  win  out     .

she’s  got  a  good  heart     ,     and  all  of  her  motives  are  good     ---     she  just  needs  to  work  on  them     .

𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉     𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊   .          ╱          𝙛𝙪𝙣     𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨   .

her  favourite  subject  is     ,     far  and  away     ,     divination     .     she  likes  the  idea  of  being  able  to  see  her  own  future  and  the  futures  of  those  around  her     ;     mainly     ,     she  loves  the  idea  of  being  able  to  peer  into  other  people’s  business     ,     nosy  cow  that  she  is     .

she’s  a  big  old  romantic  at  heart  tbh     ???     she’s  in  love  with  the  idea  of  romance     ,     of  being  whisked  away  and  cherished  whilst  simultaneously  being  absolutely  terrified  of  actually  letting  people  in  and  allowing  herself  to  fall  in  love     .     she  forms  a  million  different  crushes  per  day     ,     but  none  of  them  last          /          she  knows  what  she’s  looking  for     ,     but  it’s  letting  it  in  that’s  the  hard  part     .     she’s  also  literally  eighteen     ,     so  take  everything  she  says  about  romance  with  a  grain  of  salt     .

hey  google     ,     who’s    the  biggest  fucking  gossip  in  all  of  gryffindor  house     ??     you  know  it     .     she’ll  know  the  latest  rumour  about  you  before  it’s  even  spread     ;     she’s  got  so  many  sources  that  it  borders  on  scary  sometimes     . 

can’t  play  quidditch  to  save  her  life     .     she  likes  the  concept     ,     but  it’s  just  not  happening  for  her  anytime  soon     .

big  coffee  fan     .     she’s  usually  got  a  thermos  by  her  side     ,     because  she  doesn’t  really  function  that  well  in  the  mornings  unless  she’s  had  her  first  two  coffees     .

shamelessly  follows  fashion  trends     .     she  just  likes  looking  modern  and  trendy  and  will  wear  literally  anything  that  looks  even  slightly  en  vogue     .

smells  like  cotton  candy  with  a  lingering  hint  of  lavender  and  coffee     .     it’s  not  an  unpleasant  scent  at  all     ,     but  the  coffee  is  a  strange  edge  to  an  otherwise  sweet  scent     .

currently  owns  a  beautiful  jet - black  owl  called  miranda     .     at  home     ,     she’s  got  a  cat  named  caliban  and  a  menagerie  of  other  animals     ---     she’s  the  biggest  softie  for  animals     ,     really     .     you’d  think  she’d  be  better  at  care  of  magical  creatures  for  it     ,     but  oh  well     .

that  canon  dramatic  voice  is  staying          /          she  literally  speaks  like  she’s  performing  monologues  24/7     .     babygirl  needs  to  calm  down  and  remember  that  she’s  actually  not  gunning  for  the  magical  academy’s  best  actress  award     .     you’re  not  hogwarts’  answer  to  meryl  streep     ,     calm  it     .

𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉     𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗   .          ╱          𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙     𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨   .

╰    ◦    ♡     ――     girls  just  wanna  have  fun     .         ---          pls  give  her  a  little  friend  group  that  are  full  on  ride  or  die     /     it’s  giggling  on  the  train  and  going  to  bathrooms  in  a  giant  group     ,     staying  up  late  in  a  common  room  and  gossiping  and  looking  out  for  each  other  when  they  need  it     .     it’s  a  sweet  friendship  that’s  lasted  since  first  year  and  doesn’t  look  like  it’s  about  to  break     .

╰    ◦    ♡     ――     someone  tell  the  boys  they’re  not  important  anymore     .          ---          are  boys  entirely  useless     ??     yes     .     is  that  going  to  stop  her  from  daydreaming  and  falling  in  love  with  every  single  one  she  meets     ,     along  with  a  handful  of  girls  that  have  the  misfortune  to  enter  her  periphery     ?     no     .     she’s  got  the  biggest  gaggle  of  crushes     ,     all  with  virtually  nothing  in  common  except  for  the  fact  that  they've  all  made  cameos  in  her  overdramatic  daydreams     .

[moralespiderman]

i thought that today being the “one year anniversary” of my blog would be a good excuse to do a little celebration to properly thank you guys for everything!

rules:

mbf this absolute mess

reblog this post (likes are greatly appreciated but they don’t count)

check out my marvel blog! (optional)

take a look at my creations! (optional)

send an ask with one or more of the following:

a tv show or movie recommendation for a blograte + blog compliment (format under the cut)

your name for a name playlist

a character + three colors, and i’ll make you six icons

a character (from one of my fandoms) and i’ll make a gifset of them for you

if this doesn’t get at least 15 notes we’re gonna pretend like i never posted this

blacklist ‘alex celebrates’ if you don’t want to see any posts

tagging a few mutuals under the cut because i don’t want this to flop

blograte format:

icon: pretty // amazing??? // literally perfection // can i have the link? 

url: i don’t really understand it? // i like it! // one of the best i’ve seen // i wish i had your url

desktop theme: default // not bad // theme goals // pls share the code with me

mobile theme: nice // stunning // top notch // would you mind if i copied it?

posts: not my fandoms // okay damn these are good // i love them! // listen we’re talking a+ content here

original content: good! // u have talent // please teach me // wow okay i’m deleting all my original content because i can’t compare

following: no but ily // i can’t believe i wasn’t before? // yes ofc! // duh, i love you and your blog

compliment: 

@cdanvcrs​ @pterparkcr​ @winchcstr​ @romildas​ @rhodeycarols​ (feel free to ignore this)

[gummi-art]

Julien is my favorite NPC in the pl series! (and his pet corgi)

Too bad Romilda cant even go by the store without him worrying every time...