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Glad you like it!

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@no-face-n7 I have a present for you...

#harry potter #magic awakened #mc #Rowan Müller #lycidas mcgarry

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Ok, I guess you can draw Kanan McGarry, my kid.

Are you the proud owner of a MC?

May I draw them?

I'm currently working on a little project, and I would love to include as many MC's as I can!

Please drop me message, ask or reblog, and I will absolutely do my best to draw them all!

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Thanks again!

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#hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #finn mcgarry #harry potter

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You know me. Finn or Lycidas.

Art Raffle...

*Sigh*

Well now let me explain, only 10 people, First Prize Mc x Character, Second Prize Icon.

Only Reblog, Only characters From HPHM and HPMA.

Closing time: until 10 people are there.

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I can't believe Keanu is going to be Shadow!

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Found

@carewyncromwell ​ made me do it. She twisted my arm real bad and stole my lunch money. I’m totally not lying or falsifying ANY information here. (Based off her awesome HPHM!POTC AU and this little post right here)

They say women should never go to sea - that we’re bad luck to a ship.

Wendy shifts uncomfortably in the darkness of the hold, running a finger under the now impossibly tight velvet ribbon around her neck. Her stays pinch her something awful in this squatting position, and a single cold bead of sweat finds its way down the middle of her back.

How long has she been down here, whispering prayer after silent prayer? Thirty minutes; an hour?

The sounds of muskets and clashing steel died down some time ago, replaced by scuffling and loud thumps as the upper decks are plundered. A cry of pain occasionally splits the cacophony from above.

They certainly made short work of the crew. 

Her stomach turns at the thought of dead and injured men - men she traded laughs and smiles with only a few hours ago. And, poor old Rebecca. She had lost sight of her elderly maid shortly after the chaos erupted. Guilt gnaws at her that she hadn’t kept a better eye on the old woman - called her name, took her hand, something.

Now she’s all alone, she reckons, without a single friendly face left onboard.

The cold steel of a rigging knife bites into her hand as she clings to the tiny weapon for dear life. It was pressed hastily into her hands by the ship’s captain as he shoved her in the direction of the lower decks, yelling at her to find a place to hide.

Now that she thinks of it, the hold is probably the worst place she could have chosen, and the thought leaves a cold pit in her chest. Someone is bound to come down here. As if in answer to her thoughts, the hatch to the hold flies open and slams against the floor above.

“Didja hear?” A nasally voice floats down trough the opening. “There’s a girl on board.”

“If you mean that old bat you gutted, I’d ‘ardly call ‘er a girl.” Another, gruffer voice grumbles in reply.

Footsteps descend the stairs, sending Wendy’s heart racing as a fresh wave of adrenaline courses through her veins.

“No, there’s a chest of women’s things in the guest’s quarters - fancy things. Cap’n says there’s a lady on board.”

“Heh, that’d be finer prize‘n anythin’ we find down ‘ere.” The second voice cackles maliciously.

Swallowing, she leans forward cautiously to peer through a small gap in the stack of barrels between her and the motley little group of three men now standing at the foot of the stairs, illuminated by lanters. She isn’t sure who to be more afraid of: the short man built like a barrel with a predatory gleam in his eye; the spindly, parrot-looking fellow; or the one standing a whole head above the other two.

To be frank, she wouldn’t be able to take any of them in a struggle, but that tall fellow…well, him least of all. With those broad shoulders, she reckons he could easily toss her about like a ragdoll.

“Lookee all that!” The man with the hooked nose whistles, marveling at the cargo. “She’s a right prize well worth the effort.”

The tall one gestures to the opposite end of the hold, taking a lantern from the squat man. “You two take that side, I’ll look over here.”

There’s something familiar about his frame; something she can’t quite put a finger on. He doesn’t resemble anyone she’s ever met, and yet…

He turns towards her side of the hold as the others slink off, the flickering flame casting a rich glow on his features. Wendy gasps as her racing heartbeat comes to a screeching stop. The face is older, tanned, more masculine, than the drowned one that has haunted her dreams for the last four years, but she’d recognize it anywhere.

Ben? 

She claps a hand over her mouth in horror, realizing too late that she uttered the word aloud as a pair of brown eyes dart towards her hiding spot. Her own eyes close as she leans back against creaking wood, shaking hands sliding up to cover her face. There’s nothing for it now but to wait.

Her mind races in a flurry of a thousand thoughts. It must be an uncanny resemblance, not a ghost. Anything else is impossible. Right? Lord knows what he–what they might do if she’s found. She knows the stories; heard the warnings about what pirates do to women. She never should have set foot on this boat…

“Please, miss, on your feet. And, no sudden movements.”

Sharp, cold steel presses against her chin.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The voice is kind, apologetic even.

Slowly, Wendy stands, lowering hands cautiously to her sides. They stare dumbfounded at each other for a few tense heartbeats.

“Gwendolyn…” He breathes her name.

Recognition and joy flash across his features. He takes an impulsive step forward, setting down the lantern and reaching a hand out to touch her cheek. For a moment, the sounds of the ship die away, and all that exists is this contact. He is warm and real, his pulse beating faintly against her skin.

How? And, why?

Ben backs away abruptly, as though burned, “Oh, no…oh, no, no, no…” 

His free hand flutters up to run through his shoulder-length hair. “You cannot–this cannot–Gwendolyn, what are you doing here?” he hisses.

“What am I doing here?” Wendy retorts, “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead!” she searches his face, a little indignation bubbling up among the confusion and wonder.

“Well, Copper.”  The gruff voice of the short man chuckles with wicked delight from behind Ben.

“What ‘ave you found ‘ere?”

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Only technically. His family were dragons a long time ago, and theres a familial condition that skips every couple generations. Finn has that magic in his blood.

But I thought I established this a while ago... guess not...

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Finn

He's (technically) part dragon, which makes him an apex predator. So he moves, slow, stalking, almost like a predator after it's prey...

Lycidas

Well, since he's an extrovert, and in his own words, a hero, he moves kinda... heroically? His stride is full of confidence and he puffs out his chest sometimes, like a peacock, showing off for the ladies.

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Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

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@drinkyoursoupbitch

Finn

He's (technically) part dragon, which makes him an apex predator. So he moves, slow, stalking, almost like a predator after it's prey...

Lycidas

Well, since he's an extrovert, and in his own words, a hero, he moves kinda... heroically? His stride is full of confidence and he puffs out his chest sometimes, like a peacock, showing off for the ladies.

#harry potter #mc #hogwarts mystery #lycidas mcgarry #magic awakened #finn mcgarry

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WORLDBUILDING TIME!

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"That is a trick question, Grim. Everyone knows fruit bats are mammals."

mom, dad… i’m…. RANDOM!! LOL XD

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4k ON GEMS AND ALMOST 27 FLYING KEYS. I ONLY GOT THE DAMN OWL IN THE NEW ROULETTE KEVDKSBSKSHKSOEBDKEB

GIVE ME THE DAMN NEW RED COSTUME RIGHT NOW. ROWAN NEEDS IIIIITTT

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Great one!

Dentention for charms prodigies: #2

A conversation overheard from outside the door to the teachers lounge. Have you ever wondered why MC never sees Ben in the kitchens for detention? He never seems to get caught for all his sneaking out and fighting...

"Minnie, please--

"The boy cannot get special privileges just because he's your favorite prodigy, Filius."

"And I hardly think 6 months of scrubbing your cauldrons is going to fix the problem, Severus. He needs guidance, man, guidance. Besides, the offense barely deserves corporeal punishment."

"I was not made aware that we allow free reign for brawling in the hallways now. Hogwarts is a fight club?"

"You know very well the circumstances of the fight."

"This is the 5th offense since September. He cannot be allowed to go un-punished."

"He's not wrong, you know."

"I beg your pardon?"

"The boy's been nothing but brutally bullied since he arrived here. And, what, with all that business surrounding MC, and the cursed ice, and his home life, it's little wonder he has gone off the rails, as it were. I'd be surprised if he wasn't lashing out at this point."

*scoff* "Not all of Hogwarts can be held to the warm, fuzzy standards of Hufflepuff house, Pomona. But I've never known you to side with a miscarriage of justice..."

"What I am saying, Severus, is that Mr. Copper may be a special circumstance. Perhaps his punishments should take the form of something more rehabilitative."

"And his talents would be wasted on your cauldrons, anyway."

"You just want someone to grade your papers, Filius."

"Well, selfishly, I do admit he's quite handy to have around. Those first year papers are quite...abominable *ahem*."

*Tchk* "Minnie, you are his house head. The decision is ultimately yours."

"Indeed, Severus.... I think Filius is on to something. It is entirely possible that something of a corporeal nature will only make the problem worse. Do you have something in mind?"

"6 months as my teacher's assistant, grading papers and prepping the classes. Redirect his energy, hone his talents, give him a purpose - something to be proud of."

"That is practically a reward. Minerva, do you really think--"

"Sometimes children need discipline, not punishment. We'll do it your way, Filius, but we'll make the post conditional on his good behavior. And, if nothing changes, Severus' cauldrons will still be there."

...

"Argus wants to flog him in the dungeons..."

"Ugh, honestly, that man. Why is he still allowed near the children?"

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