#totomoo nerding out

[thetotomoo]

Master List, Works, OCs, About Me, and Transformative Policy.

About Me:

I do recognize that connecting with people means being open and vulnerable to a certain degree.

So... a few personal things: I was originally from the Philippines and moved out west with my parents when I was young. I'm a dog person (because we can't have cats for medical reasons). I love to cook, read, and stress clean. I have a literature degree but this just means I'm more of a nerd and an expert into reading (yes, I know you said it's just blue but it can be blue for other reasons!!! Indulge me!!!). I've been creatively writing since spring/summer of 2023.

I am multi-fandom, multi-ship (name it and I might goad you into writing fic for it XD-- seriously... ask all people on the servers I'm currently on), and have been reading fanfiction for much too long (and will likely still do so on my death bed many, many years from now).

Link to Works:

AO3

Wattpad

Current Work in Progress (As of 12/2024):

"Sins of the Father"

Pairing: M/F, and M/M

Sebastian Sallow x F! OC and Ominis Gaunt x Garreth Weasley

Future Work in Progress:

Resolve-- An Anne Sallow Story

"The Relic" (Which Has a one shot accompaniment "Where the Moon is Blue")

Original Characters:

Caroline Rookwood: Fictional daughter of Victor Rookwood and Cecilia Rookwood

Vincent Rookwood: fictional son of Victor Rookwood and Cecilia Rookwood

Cecilia Rookwood: Former opera singer and the bane (and sun) of Victor Rookwood's existence. In some iterations, widowed. In others, a very opinionated and cheery wife.

Tessie of House Rookwood: sassy house elf

My MCs (so far...):

Isabella Marguerite de'Montmercy: From "Confessions". Belongs to the de'Montmercy family-- famous in HP canon for their love potions. Future Queen of Ominis Gaunt

M---- C----: From the "Sins" Universe. Antagonist. Loves Sebastian Sallow (not his end game though). I do love her and all her flaws.

Transformative Policy:

I am open to most transformative works, such as writing inspired by or in the same universe as my stories (alternative storylines are welcome), translations, handmade bind-ups, art, playlists, etc., and would love to see and be tagged in the results! You do not need to seek individual permissions for these things.

Please respect other artists' work if you are binding and obtain their permission for your personal usage.

I require that all works remain and be shared freely. Under no circumstances should it be hidden behind paywalls or be monetized for profit.

Please DO NOT repost my work to another site or archive without permission (I am on most major platforms-- see list above for official accounts).

While I appreciate the enthusiasm and love, please do not post my work on Goodreads (not that it's there, but I'm just saying this now). Such works there have gone through multiple edits and believe me-- mine still need editing, correction on typos, and whatnot.

Thank you for reading my works!

[totomoowrites]

Prompt: identity and language as an obstacle to finding one’s place in the world.

OR

He was just different his mother would say. But different and estranged were two matters entirely.

He knew he was not the first of his kind and he knew he would not be the last. To some he was called a bastard. To his mother he was a happy accident. But despite all the names he might acquire in this lifetime, he was more than aware that he was a mistake— happy or not.

It did not help that he was far different in stature than any counterparts— he was not tall like any witch or wizard nor was he of average and acceptable height as other goblins. It mattered little if he wore the most unassuming clothes he could find— he could never fully disappear into the background. While such methods benefitted his comfort, he could not deafen himself to the comments and whispers as he walked past.

Being of two worlds, he knew and understood the guttural inflections of his mother’s tongue and the cuts that lay beneath a witch and wizard’s words. Understanding however did not make him part of their world. He was, as both society’s deemed him, a traitor to any kind.

Further notes:

The use of language in any society, be it fiction or the real world, can emphasize the socio political relationships between countries or simply one’s identity.

In politics—

Knowing two (or more) languages requires parties to rely on the interpreter for translations. But such translations (especially if there is a measure of personal interest) cannot fully be trusted.

In personal situations (example)—

This can likely strain relationships between parental units and children or friends. In an attempt to fit in, perhaps the new generation seeks to hide connection of their family’s origins (perhaps masking an accent).

[thetotomoo]

Location/ Lore Hunting

Sometimes procrastination leads to useful resources such as location hunting for scenes in upcoming chapters. It took a bit of revising to settle on this particular location around Keensbridge. Particularly the tower that sits at the base of the hill (just past a bridge) between the a Rookwood encampment and a village.

Ignore the glitch where I can’t access that whirlpool— I hear it’s a common thing? But nevertheless, a fun thing to incorporate in a story I suppose.

Preview of Ch 66 “Sacred Ground Part 1”

What had begun as a journey of three had become more at the insistence of their family and friends. There was no old woman to greet them when they reached the foot of the hill, no figure they could give their offerings to, and no whisper assuring them that the loaves and biscuits they carried were no meager offerings at all.

Instead, they filed one by one, at the instruction of Matilda Weasley and led by Tessie, up the steps into a small alcove of ruins. Will-o-the-wisps flitted through the open rafters as moonlight cast ripples of shadows to pass across each face. Vincent trailed closely after their mother, hands clenched into a fist around his wand and loaf of bread. Ominis and Garreth stood nervously hand in hand along the edges. Anne, she could see, stood beside her and Sebastian— her impish smile replaced by a grim and wary stare across the room while Sebastian peered at the watch in his hand.

The slow steady tick and the howling wind did little to ease the heavy silence. And while Caroline returned the smile Tessie threw her way, she was unwilling to admit the dread creeping up from under her skin. However delicious and incomparable Tessie’s biscuits and loaves were, Caroline could not speak of its value before the unknown. If they were like the god the Muggles spoke of, they would be blessed most assuredly. But if they were the spirits and other beings of old, they were fickle— favored one moment before being struck and cursed the next.

“What now?” Vincent asked.

“We give thanks,” Matilda smiled, hand sweeping around the room. Lammas Day. In any other year, they would have slept peacefully before breaking bread in the comfort of their homes with their friends and families. But tonight they stood amidst ruined stone— desperate. Matilda smiled as she ushered Tessie to the rounded nook in the southeast of the tower, “Choose one. We must cover all.”

Vincent nodded as he gripped their mother’s hand beside the modest and crumbling bookshelves while Garreth and Ominis took their place amongst the tower of cauldrons. Caroline moved, feet dragging across dust and dirt with the Sallows, passing beneath the carved figure of a sphinx in stone beside a fireplace.

No sooner had Caroline tear her gaze from the slab, did the wind settle into a deathly stillness and bells began to ring.

“Not one, two, three, or four— Seven beings and not one more.”

Louder and louder, it grew until the scent of earth filled her with dread down to her bones.

“Seek the summit, and you shall find all the answers to be divined.”

The words hissed and howled as the world plunged to black and then the deepest blue.

“Beware, beware, when next night draws near, at the seventh bell, unknown appears. Foolish mortals make haste— go fast— face your future and the past.”

[thetotomoo]

Anon!!! 😭❤️ I have your question (for a Confessions of the Gentlemen AU) and I’m still mulling over it— are we talking about subverting the endings with dark elements or shall it be Fire, brimstone, and lord of death? (And tragedy)? 👀🙌❤️

Either would work 🤔 if I subvert it, I may make it a prequel of sorts. If it’s fire and brimstone with tragic ends, I may just do mini Drabble shots 😍

[thetotomoo]

It was in the early 1200s Bridget Wenlock discovered the magical properties of the number seven. It was a number that promised fame, power, and glory. The seeker of a Quidditch team was the coveted seventh position. At the age of seven, a little witch or wizard became lucky enough to begin to show their powers. And at seven, the purity of a unicorn was fully seen when their coat would turn pure white. So, it was without a doubt when the residents of the wizarding world would wonder exactly how gifted the original seven families were.

“But they say it’s a curse…”

It was usually whispered among the gossips. And though gossip was frowned upon, it did not stop the world from noticing and wondering. The Bulstrodes were influential, but their sons and daughters were always deemed unsightly. The Malfoys were wealthier than all the members of the sacred circle, but generations were only left with a single son to carry their line. On the other hand, the Weasleys were bountiful in heirs but left wanting in their pockets. The Blacks were promised all the opportunities so long as they remained pure lest their family incur a tragedy. The Greengrasses were blessed by beauty but carried a sickness. The Ollivanders were brilliant wandmakers but were known to be strange and had a tendency to go mad. And the Gaunts? With their lineage, power, and beauty—they were sat high on a pedestal, a shining hope for the other families that such legends remained in shadows.

It was something of a myth in their family— a wonder if they had escaped such a curse because of their direct descent from Salazar Slytherin himself. They considered themselves shielded from such faults because of their strong magic. It became a joke amongst their family to point out each other’s imperfections. His favorite aunt, Noctua, was often told she was deaf and dumb for being unable to properly hear and abide the words of her elders. She often responded to Ominis’ father and told him he lacked any sort of taste when it came to the company he kept. His grandfather in kind had been considered out of touch as the turn of the century and developments in society were made—mudblood contraptions, he called them.

But after countless decades of inbreeding within the sacred circle, the mighty Gaunt family could no longer hide their defects. Because at the birth of Ominis and the inability to cure his blindness, the myth became reality and whispers really took hold.

Gifts—especially magical gifts, always came with a price.

[IMAGE SOURCE]

[CANON REFERENCE: Bridget Wenlock]

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@totomoowrites

Hello Anon! I’m going to answer this here for my uh… ocd organizing tendencies! 😂

Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it very much! I will admit, I’m very much a Sebastian Sallow fan but I do enjoy all the works for other NPCs. It’s a lot of fun doing character studies and whatnot!

🤔 I do hope I can do another one in the near future (longer and likely featuring other casts). It would be a fun side project to do alongside more serious works.

Thank you again! ❤️