#socorro sallow

[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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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

An OC of your choice wakes up at the start of a labyrinth. A voice from above tells your OC that they can summon four OCs from other creators to help them make their way safely to the center of the labyrinth. Which OC of yours do you choose and who do they summon?

I have been staring at this ask taking it way too seriously for way too long haha!! I'll choose Harper and she would summon;

1. @ben-bcrnes OC Jas because I feel like Jas would just be good in the situation. She seems like she's got the smarts as well as the fight whereas Harper would just be like "Can't I just stab?" without figuring things out. Also I just think they'd be a good pairing!

2. @whindsor's OC Mika because she's a badass need I say anymore?! Harper would definitely be lucky to have her on her side!

3. @decennia's OC Socorro Sallow - I know they're in different fandoms and different eras but I feel like they'd get on and bond over their terrible childhoods! Also she is magic and that would come in handy??

4. @jewelswrites-ish's OC Maize, another badass for the team! And another trauma bond for Harper haha! I think they'd work really well together

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

✅ ❤️ 🎵!!

What’s one of your biggest accomplishments this year? It could be a story you finished, a story you started, an edit, an idea. Anything! 

I! FINISHED! PROVENANCE! AHHHHHH! Well, the first installment, but even that took me about 4 years haha. I’m really happy with the way it came out, and reading it back makes me happy because it’s youthful and hopeful and fun. 

Who is one of your favorite OCs from a different creator?

I actually want to give a shout out to @decennia​ for both Althea Abbott and  Socorro Sallow. I’m not sure if their stories are being written, but all the content and gifsets I’ve seen always leave me entranced. To the point that every time I see that specific gifset format now, I mentally go, “Ooh another one!” The interpersonal relationships with those characters really just LEAP out of the screen, especially with Althea and the other Hufflepuffs. (Of course, I may be partial as I am also writing about the Hufflepuffs lmao.)

Anyway, definitely go check out those gifsets and the other HP characters!

Pick a song off your Spotify “On Repeat” playlist, and tell us which OC it reminds you of. (Or just put your music on shuffle.)

So one of the songs on my playlist currently is “Gonna Be A Legend” by...get this...The Phantoms. Not to be confused with Julie and the Phantoms, which also dominates most of my Repeat playlist atm. But I associate this song with Leela and the boys nonetheless, because it’s all about succeeding no matter the cost, no matter the obstacles. It even has Luke’s metaphor about being a wrecking ball, haha.

[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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[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]

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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[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]

T H E M A L E F I C A

dagrim patil & tom riddle (and the snakes start to sing)

socorro sallow & regulus black (lacrimosa)

althea abbott & theodore nott (a funeral march in eight)

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HARRY POTTER TAG: @ben-bcrnes

[decennia]

daxia lestrange + the daily prophet

a (sort of) crossover with @sgtbuckyybarnes who is just so wonderful to talk to and is genuinely talented at what she does. I'm sorry it took so long, and I hope you like it!

[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]

The Mulciber–Macdonald Incident of 1975

Mary wished she’d never said it. Maybe then, Cassius Mulciber wouldn’t have found her, wouldn’t have come for her with all the vehemence of his blood prejudices.

It was stupid; they’d been in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and of course, James has started running his mouth again. Saying how much he couldn’t wait to graduate, get out there, take on You-Know-Who with his bare hands. He was young and arrogant – he hadn’t yet tasted war. He didn’t know yet of the prices he’d have to pay, of the losses he’d mourn.

Mary, of course, had grown sick of the war talk. That was to be expected. She was muggleborn; it was people like her that were being hunted. And it was all well and noble of Potter to want to fight back, but Mary was done with it.

She hadn’t been expecting anyone else to have heard her; but two had: Cassius Mulciber and Bellatrix Black. Two of the people it unwittingly and unknowingly concerned, two of the people she wished to never see again after it had happened.

Mulciber was unapologetic. For in the words of Emperor Caligula – let them hate; as long as they fear.

[decennia]

If Socorro and Regulus had a kid

(will this make me cry? probably...) in some perfect world, socorro and regulus would have wed, and they would've lived, and they would've loved. but this is not a perfect world.

name: Castor "Cas" Tiberius Black II

significance: Castor, for the constellation tradition kept by the Black Family, and Tiberius, for Socorro's adoptive brother, who, although a callous presence in her youth, became one of her greatest protectors during the war.

gender: male

general appearance: Like both his parents, Cas is pale and slender, rather gaunt. He has the same bone structure as his father, and the same willowy limbs as his mother. His hair is often jet black and slicked back, and he constantly dons a skeptical arch of his brow. He seldom smiles, but when he does, it'll take your breath away.

personality: He is quiet, but not unfriendly. A thinker. A very good liar, much like his mother, though he holds honesty in a very high regard and tries his best to only tell the truth. He is in constant pursuit of knowledge and truth, and is very quick on his feet. A skeptic. Doesn't like things he can't understand, and if he doesn't excel at something the first time, he doesn't want to try again. Very stubborn. His icy exterior however hides a very kind boy, and he is very good with healing charms.

house: There was a bit of a pause with the Sorting Hat, but he was ultimately placed in Ravenclaw.

special talents: Healing charms and effortless lying aside, Cas is also a wonderful pianist. He discovered his love for the instrument during a summer excursion to muggle London, and, when telling his father about it, discovered that Regulus, too, enjoyed playing the piano. He spent the rest of the summer learning, and even went on to play for the school choir at Professor Flitwick's request. He is also very good at baking.

who they like better: He can't decide. Both his parents are wonderful. Regulus, forever patient, teaching him the piano, how to analyze artworks and poetry and little spells that were forgotten by most of the wizarding world, but were remembered by yellowed parchment of old Black Family grimoires. Socorro, gentle and sweet, encouraging, teaching him how to dance before the Yule Ball (Regulus played the waltz on the piano), telling him the funny stories of her childhood, about Uncle Sirius and his crazy friends. Both were perfect, and he couldn't – and wouldn't – choose.

who they take after more: He took after Regulus more, Socorro would realise. But that only put a smile on her face.

personal head canon: Sirius, Cas, and Harry are complete menaces when they're together. Regulus would often watch on with soft amusement, while Socorro would try her best not to laugh through her admonishments. Cas also has The Biggest™ crush on Hermione, and felt like he was dying when he found out she was going to the Yule Ball with Krum. He ended up going with Fay Dunbar, and had a good time irregardless. He enjoys muggle London very much (finds it fascinating) and will often go with his friends during the holidays. He was one of the few who believed Harry after Voldemort's return, and also became a member of Dumbledore's Army (mainly as a medic for his healing charms). During the Battle of Hogwarts, he assisted mediwitch Varsha Patil with the wounded, and consequently was witness to her death. Because of this, he now sees Thestrals. He also ate his twin, Pollux, in the womb, for which he feels irrationally guilty.

face claim: Freddie Carter

[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 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]

“In wonderment and awe, and with the knowledge that he was not alone in the world.”