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kiwiplaetzchen · 6 months
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"Would you like me to read to you?"
🎃🍁🍂📖🕯
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adellovesrowan · 1 year
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can you even imagine falling like i did?
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vole-mon-amour · 1 year
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Every time someone asks me how else did I expect the movies/books to end canonically, I'm like:
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??? How did you?
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It was so obvious to me, really. And I shipped Harry and Hermione very hard in both movies and books. Doesn't matter that the story lives its own life for me for over a decade now (and I have my own ships that would never become canon endgame). If we're talking canon wise, this is how I always thought it would be appropriate to end.
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Even now that I am an adult, this can be platonic, but what they had in that movie? C'mon. The lyrics. All the talks about staying in that forest and growing old together. Emma is right, that dancing scene is one of my fav scenes in the whole series. It's beautiful.
Either way,
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"And it was non-verbal. It was like the three of us could communicate without even having to say anything."
The love that they have for each other as people is great.
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fensfairy · 9 months
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“Now, don’t you look sharp.”
Sebastian tapped her chin with his thumb, forcing her to meet his smirking expression—he was looking all too chuffed with himself for flustering her.
(a scene from the newest chapter of my fic, crypt keeper! go read it🤺)
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noraerys · 1 year
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Emma Watson
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This probably sounds petty but I hope Hogwarts legacy flops and it's a buggy unplayable mess.
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Oh yeah I forgot, a few weeks ago I expressed interest in AI for getting some rough ideas of what Isabel and Ominis’ children look like. So to the very kind and sweet anon who was asking, here they are :)
The emphasis here is certainly on rough, these are absolutely terrible and I had to tweak a few things myself, but the concepts are there lmao. Someday I’ll draw them and do it right.
Left to right: Joseph, Jane and Theodore
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anto-pops · 10 months
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Alright, in the spirit of fairness (and because I can't make decisions to save my life) I'm leaving this here to help determine what I write after this Yule Ball oneshot. All the options include smut so don't panic or anything 👀
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ceru-at-hogwarts · 1 year
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The True Face of Courage (Ominis Gaunt One-Shot)
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[SFW, another one-shot about Ominis Gaunt's childhood. What if Ominis was meant to be the Heir of Slytherin?]
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For all his life, Ominis never forgot the day he came to his magic. It was engraved in his memory, fresh as if it had just happened a moment ago. He was barely seven years old. It was a cold winter day, and he was running as fast as he could in the forest, feeling his way frantically with his bare hands. He fell, he stumbled, and he crawled back up to his feet as quickly as he could. He was running until his chest felt as if it was about to burst. Every breath hurt now, his lung gasping for air. But he could not stop running.
Snow was falling, adding a thick layer to the already-frozen ground. Ominis could feel how his feet sank in it, each step must have left a deep footprint. There were branches and shrubs, and he stumbled upon it. Sometimes a wild branch hit him in the face when he ran through it, unable to see it. He could feel blood trickle from his face, from all the falling, and his shirt torn. He could barely feel his fingers by now. He had lost his cloak earlier.
Around him, every sound felt muffled, except for his frantic footsteps. They could hear him. They were hunting him, and Ominis knew what it would mean to be caught again. With their magic, he could not hear them. The forest was silent in his ears. This was their favourite game, and he was their prey.
“Depulso!” He suddenly heard him shouting behind him, and the blast of the spell hit him squarely in the back, pushing Ominis a few yards forward until he hit the trunk of a tree. The impact made Ominis gasp in pain. From behind him, a strong and rough hand pulled Ominis back to his feet.
They had captured him. Worst, it was him. Ominis could feel the tip of Marvolo’s wand inches from his face, magic pulsating menacingly from it.
“So… the little baby in the family had learned to run now,” hissed Marvolo in Parseltongue. “The game had become much more interesting. Hissy hissy hissy little snake…”
Ominis screamed, trying to escape the strong hand that held him, kicking Marvolo wildly as hard as he could. As his fear mounted, he could feel something boil within him, as if he was about to burst from a new, unfamiliar feeling. Marvolo grunted from Ominis’ kick.
“Little bastard!” Marvolo shouted, this time not in Parseltongue. “You will pay for this! Depul…”
BANG!
With a sudden jerk, Marvolo was repelled from him, making Ominis fall to the ground again. The force of Ominis’ newly awakened magic had thrown Marvolo back a few feet, making him landed on the fresh snow, shocking both of them.
“So… the little baby has his magic awakened now… Good for him, isn’t it? At least now we know he is not a little squib…” Marvolo taunted dangerously. Even when his nose felt half freezing, Ominis could smell his cousin’s filthy, unwashed clothes from a yard away. But he was too shocked still to move, scared even to the newly minted power that was now bubbling within him, ready to burst at the slightest provocation. For Marvolo was nearly a fully grown wizard, armed with a wand and well trained in the art of inflicting pain. And he, Ominis Gaunt, was only a boy of seven, and he had no weapon.
“SHAME ON YOU!”
BANG!
Of a sudden, Ominis felt a slight spell passed beside him and from the grunt of pain Marvolo made, the spell had hit Marvolo square on the chest, throwing the brute a few feet away.
This voice… and this smell of violet and bergamot in the middle of winter…
“A…aunt Noctua?” Ominis whispered, still shocked by everything that had just happened. Aunt Noctua ignored him. He could feel her standing in front of him now, facing Marvolo.
“Shame on you, Marvolo Gaunt! Shame on you for torturing a defenseless child! Our own family nevertheless!” She shouted, her clear and angry voice filling the forest.
Marvolo hissed in anger but did not dare to cross Noctua further. No one except Father dared to cross Noctua Gaunt, even if she was barely sixteen and still a Hogwarts student herself.
“You will regret this, both of you…” Marvolo hissed again menacingly, before disapparating away.
As soon as Marvolo had gone, Noctua turned to Ominis, putting her own cloak around the half-frozen boy. It felt soft and warm and smelled of her. Violet. Bergamot. Flowers whose smells he recognized each time she brought him along for a walk in the garden. It felt like safety. He could feel Aunt Noctua’s magic diffusing within him, slowly warming him inside out.
“Are you all right, Ominis?” Noctua asked worriedly, healing his injuries while holding him. Ominis could only nod, taking comfort in her arms around him. “I swear, the next time that brute cousin of ours did this to you again I will murder him.”
“Aunt Noctua, I… I think… my magic… I think I have my magic now,” Ominis said quietly, still shaken from all that had just happened. Aunt Noctua did not reply for a while. When she spoke again, her voice sounded sad and worried.
“I know. I have been observing you for a while. I have seen signs of it coming for quite some time now. I am afraid that this day will have to come one day… Only not that soon… Buy you more time before what’s about to come. But the alternative that it would never come would not be better. For you know very well what it meant to be a Squib in this family of ours,” she said finally, her voice quivering a bit. “Now that you had come to your magic… Oh, Ominis… If only I could bring you away, away from all this…”
Ominis did not reply. No one could escape Father. Not even Aunt Noctua. But there was something more in her voice that frightened Ominis. He never heard Aunt Noctua sound scared, not even when she was having a shouting match with Mother. And he did not dare to ask. It must be terrible if she was scared for him. He felt a knot in his stomach.
“I do not think it would be wise to hide this from your father, Ominis. He will notice it, and Marvolo will talk. Your father would be very angry if we try to hide this. I think… I think it’s best we tell him. I can try to delay what’s about to come as long as I can, to plead with him and your mother.”
For a very long while, none of them said anything more. Ominis absorbed every moment of it, storing them in his memory to be recalled later. Her smell. Her warmth. The firm yet gentle way she held his body against her. How she held his hands without ever letting them go even once. Her magic buzzed around them, enveloping both of them in a bubble of warmth.
“We should go now, it is nearly dark and your parents will be angry if we do not come home soon,” she said finally, sighing. “Hold on my shoulder.”
Ominis felt the nauseating feeling that churned his stomach as they disapparated, and a few seconds later he nearly fell to his knees as solid ground materialized under him. Apparating was always a very uncomfortable experience, it disoriented him and made him feel completely lost, but they had no choice. Aunt Noctua helped him back to his feet. He could feel her repairing his clothes with magic, his torn collars and cuffs and shirt repaired, the dried blood stains cleaned. She let him keep her cloak on him.
None of them spoke as they navigated the entrance hall of the manor where the clock was ticking, the long corridor where their footsteps echoed, in a house that is both familiar yet made him felt like a stranger all his short life.
Finally, they stopped. With an audibly nervous sigh, Aunt Noctua knocked three times on Father’s library door. Its sound was muffled, the door being heavy and thick, yet the sound still surprised him even after all these times. It sounded like a bad omen, his intuition told him.
The door slowly opened, and in the silence Ominis could feel Father’s presence, standing beside the fireplace. He quivered.
“Marvolo Gaunt had chased Ominis again through the forest,” Noctua said firmly, trying to sound as brave as she could.
“We do not speak of him in this house. We do not speak of that inferior branch of our family, a disgrace, under my roof,” Father hissed in Parseltongue. “Ominis will learn to deal with him on his own. To be a hunter you have to know what it meant to be prey. Until he learns, he will have to live with it.”
Aunt Noctua quivered slightly, but she held Ominis’ hand even more firmly now and stood her ground. For a while, she said nothing, then finally she replied in Parseltongue, knowing the weight of each word that was about to come.
“That he did. He had come to his magic today,” Aunt Noctua said quietly, carefully. Mother gasped audibly from beside Father. She sounded pleased.
For a very long time, Father did not say anything. When he spoke again, his voice was uncharacteristically soft and dangerous.
“Then the time has come. It is time for him to learn how to fulfill his duty as a member of this family and to his bloodline. Soon he will attend Hogwarts. A big task awaits him there. Our family’s legacy. Especially for one in his condition… His eyesight, or lack thereof, is probably a blessing. He must be prepared for that moment.” Aunt Noctua gasped audibly as Father took Ominis from her. “Do not follow us now, Noctua, his trainings start now.”
And with that, Father took Ominis with him, half dragging him to the Manor’s entrance, before both of them disapparated into the darkness.
Ominis could feel a hard and cold stone floor materialize from under him as Father and himself apparated. He did not know where they are. The room’s smell felt unfamiliar, damp, and cold. From the echo of water dripping, the place was massive. Were they in a cellar? A hall? Were they still in the manor? He did not know.
“I had waited for this day to come, since the day you were born,” Father hissed quietly. “You will carry our family’s duty as soon as you went to Hogwarts. And you will do us proud. But for now… you will learn what it meant to be a Gaunt. Your lessons start today.”
Ominis felt a wand thrusted into his hand. Whose? What was he to do with it?
At that moment, he heard the noise of chain rattling, and someone whimpering, not so far away from him. A woman.
“Muggles,” Father hissed simply. “Do not let them scare you. You should learn to inflict fear on them. It is your duty and your right as one born into such illustrious family of ours. And this is your first lesson today. I will teach you a spell. And you will cast it on them.”
Ominis did not dare to speak. Quietly he fingered the wand, scared of it. He could feel its smooth handle, the texture of its wood. It felt cold under his hand. Not far from him, the woman whimpered again. He could hear that it was a young woman, probably about the same age as Aunt Noctua. He could hear her breathing loudly, fear emanating from her.
“The spell is called the Cruciatus Curse. It is the right way to remind Muggles of their place in this world. That they should fear us.” Ominis could hear Father moved toward the chained Muggle. Suddenly, Father shouted in a loud, clear voice. “Crucio!”
There was a blast from Father’s wand and the Muggle screamed in pain. Ominis could hear her chain rattling loudly as if she was writhing on the floor in pain. It felt like an eternity before he could not take it anymore.
“Stop! Father, please make it stop,” he begged, the Muggle’s scream drowned his voice. He could feel Father’s gaze was now turned on him.
“Stop? Why should I? They could endure this much longer before they break. And if a toy breaks, you will simply replace them. There is an unlimited quantity of them in any case. You should know this. This is a sport, Ominis. One that you will learn to enjoy,” Father hissed, but at least he broke the curse and the woman stop screaming, now whimpering in horror. “Very well, you had witnessed enough of how it is performed. Now you will do it. Remember, the incantation is Crucio.”
“No… no… no… Please… Please don’t make me do it, Father,” Ominis begged, his stomach churning at the thought of inflicting such pain on another human being. He remembered the pain Marvolo had inflicted on him, by constantly repulsing him toward objects in his hunts for him. He remembered the worst moments of it, the fear, the pain, the desperation of being chased.
This woman’s scream told him that all the pain and fear he had endured so far pale compared to what she had just lived through. The sheer magnitude of this shook Ominis to the core. There he was, begging to spare and to be spared.
But Father was not pleased. “Probably, this will persuade you better to do what you are told to do,” he hissed. “Crucio!”
This time, Father’s spell was directed toward Ominis. Of a sudden, Ominis felt pain as he never felt before. With a loud thud, he fell to the floor. His head felt as if it was about to burst. It felt like millions of hot knives flayed his skin away from his flesh. His bone felt as if it was melting. He screamed more loudly than he ever had before. All he wished now was for the pain to stop. He would even welcome Death as a preferred alternative at that very moment.
All of a sudden, the pain stopped. Ominis gasped for air, feeling lingering pain shaking his body violently. In a sudden movement, Father pulled him back to his feet not too gently. Ominis struggled, disoriented, trying to not crumble back to the floor, now too afraid of displeasing Father even further.
“Now you will do what you are told to do, or you know what’s the consequences if you fail.” Ominis could feel Father taking his hand in his, directing Ominis’ wand to point in the direction of the whimpering sound where the woman must have lied on the floor.
Ominis hesitated, feeling anguished as he had never known before.
“DO IT NOW,” Father ordered.
“C…Crucio!” Finally, Ominis mustered his courage, feeling himself falling into the deepest of his fear. It was me or her. It was me or her. I am too scared. Please, please, please. Please spare me from this.
Nothing happened. Angrily, Father shook him violently.
“You have to mean it! You have to truly mean it to make it work!” Father shouted.
“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!” Anguished, Ominis shouted the incantation, feeling a deep hatred over what he had just been asked to do in equal measure with fear of having to go through the pain himself once again.
Nothing happened still. He could not truly mean it. He could not muster the will to inflict pain on another being.
“USELESS CHILD!” Father’s anger cannot be more palpable. “CRUCIO!”
Once again, Ominis felt the excruciating pain explode within him. He screamed and screamed and screamed for what felt like an eternity. And once again, of a sudden, the jet of pain stopped. Once again, he was pulled back to his feet. The woman on the floor was crying audibly now. Ominis felt the wand thrusted into his hand once again.
Finally, he pointed the wand toward the woman, trying to muster his will to truly mean it, and shouted, “Crucio!”
The woman screamed in pain as soon as Ominis’ spell hit her. He could only maintain it for a few seconds before the wand fell from his hand, feeling engulfed in all-consuming mental anguish for having inflicted such torture on another human being.
Once again, he fell to the floor as the pain hit his own body once again. He could feel Father’s anger, and this time Father did not hold back. He screamed and screamed and screamed. He screamed until his voice breaks and he could not scream anymore. The pain was all-consuming. But even then, he could feel the woman crawling toward him and all of a sudden, throwing herself in front of him, trying to shield him from Father’s curse. The woman was squirming, screaming now, but she held him under her, trying to protect him from Father even as she was engulfed in pain. Ominis could feel her above him, holding her ground.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Father shouted angrily, murdering the woman in a flick of a wand, and by doing so breaking the Cruciatus Curse he was casting on Ominis. He could feel the woman’s lifeless body fell on top of him, and then everything became dark.
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At first, as he woke up Ominis did not know where he was, only that he was filled with terror and anguish. Everything hurt, the lingering pain of his ordeal stayed in every one of his bones, his skin. His head was pounding and he could not think.
Slowly, bit by bit, he calmed down finally and try to make sense of his surroundings. He could feel a gentle pair of soft hands holding his own. Someone. A person he loved. A person he felt safe with. Violet. Bergamot. A soft surface. A bed. What felt like a cool wet towel on top of his forehead. The weight of a heavy blanket on top of him. The sound of firelogs burning. A radiating warmth from that direction. A voice he recognized, calling his name gently. Aunt Noctua?
Aunt Noctua was crying, he could hear that. She was crying as she held his hands. He squeezed her hands to tell her he's awaken now and it made her sobs. Then it made him finally cried too, releasing all the anguish he had lived through that day. The hunt, what happened in the cellar, everything. It felt as if he could never stop crying. He never dared to show any tears in front of Father or Mother, for fear of punishment. However he was now either dead already or he was with Aunt Noctua, and either possibility was much less frightening than being back where Father was.
“Oh, Ominis…” Finally, Aunt Noctua spoke again after what felt like hours.
“Where am I?” he whispered in reply.
“Back in the Manor. You are in my room. Your father came back without you but he let me fetch you. You’re safe for now, at least for tonight. I can try to fend for you for at least that long.”
“How… how about the woman?” Ominis asked tentatively. He could feel Aunt Noctua’s arms tighten around him.
“She had died, Ominis. Your father killed her,” her voice was filled with sadness and disgust.
“She… she threw herself on top of me to stop Father.”
“I know. I found her still on top of you when I arrived. I gave her a quick burial there. She deserved that at least. I will track her family later but you are my priority. I know… I know what living through that curse means, Ominis. I had to bring you back here quickly. You were halfway to Death’s arm yourself by the time I found where he left you.”
“Who was she…?” Ominis asked again after a while.
“A Muggle your parents had imprisoned for simply being Muggle. She did not choose to be born without magic, as no one chooses to be born with or without Magic. But Ominis, never forget that Magic or not, she had the courage to try to shield you from what she knew as the most excruciating pain your Father was inflicting on you. Even if she had to pay it with her life.”
Ominis felt tears run down his cheeks as he nods slowly, trying not to make his head hurt more.
“We cannot choose the family we are born to. Pureblood, Muggle, Half-Blood, it is purely by chance that we are born as either of these. However, never forget that whatever bloodline or family you are born to, you always have a choice. Never forget that even under such circumstances she had chosen to shield you and by doing so, knowingly take the excruciating curse and your Father’s wrath upon herself. That, Ominis, is the true meaning of courage. Never forget that.”
Ominis gulped, feeling guilt enveloped him for having pointed the wand and performed the curse himself toward the woman. Noctua sighed, knowing what he was feeling. Earnestly, she took Ominis’ hands in hers.
“Ominis look. I wish I could protect you from all of this. I wish I could simply hold you in my arms and protect you from our family for the rest of your life. I wish you did not have to live through the ordeal you had tonight. But I cannot protect you from your father, and time is running out. I will have to leave tomorrow. Listen to me carefully. The day you were born, your parents realized you are blind. They know you are a Parseltongue, as expected of those coming from our bloodline. Today you had come to your magic. For all these reasons, your parents decided that you are the perfect heir to the legacy of our family. And you must not let it happen.”
Ominis laid quietly on the bed, not sure he understood. Everything was still hurting. But at least now he felt much calmer, feeling Aunt Noctua’s warmth beside him. However, Aunt Noctua’s voice was even tighter now.
“Soon you will come to age to be sent to Hogwarts. As you know very well, we are the direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself. We speak Parseltongue. Your parent had told you about the Chamber Slytherin left, intending to purify the school from the so-called Mudbloods. They had told you what’s inside the chamber, didn’t they? Your mother told me so. They might not tell you why they told you all of that. However, for years they had been preparing you for the day that you should be the one to open the chamber and do the unthinkable. To hate the Muggleborns so bad. Soon they will explain to you exactly how to do it. And you must never do it.”
Ominis did not know what to say, he felt shocked and confused more than anything else. But Aunt Noctua did not stop. With urgency she squeezed Ominis’ hand now, her forehead against him, whispering.
“Think about it. All of these beliefs … of pureblood superiority and Muggleborn inferiority are misplaced. Who are we to be proud of which family we are born into? We should be ashamed of what we had become. And I believe, even your parents and mine are wrong about all of this. I am quite sure Slytherin’s intention was more than just pure blood superiority.” Her voice is quite feverish now. “Tomorrow morning I will have to leave you to go back to Hogwarts. I still have one year left there, one last year to find out more about all of this. And I will prove that all of these are the madness that must be stopped.”
Ominis said nothing. At that moment, none of it made any sense to him. For many long years afterward, this conversation echoed in his mind as he thought about and relived this very moment. He regretted not pressing more about the matter, and that all he wanted was for her to stay by his side forever, to feel safe, to feel loved.
Somehow, he suddenly feared losing her forever.
“Do you truly have to leave tomorrow?” he asked in a small voice, feeling scared and alone.
Aunt Noctua sighed as if snapped out of her thoughts.
“Yes,” she said sadly. Quietly, she kissed his nephew’s forehead and held him in her arms, thoughts racing in her heads.
I am intent on finding and destroying that blasted chamber, and all other hidden secrets Slytherin left to stop all this madness. Curse his parents for refusing to tell me about the Chamber’s location. I think they somehow fear what I might do. But at least, I have some lead for the Scriptorium. I must do this and put an end to all this. For Ominis.
Oh Ominis, If all else fails, I will bring you to live with me as soon as I left Hogwarts. We might have to run away far from here. Probably somewhere far to the south. Far away from all this place. I will keep you safe. One more year for you to endure, Ominis. Wait for my return.
Without any word, Ominis fell asleep in her arms. Outside, the first ray of light had started to light the winter sky. Soon, she had to leave, and he would wake up alone in bed. However, for now, this very moment, she was with him and it was all that mattered to him.
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hogwartslegacypics · 9 months
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glaring at people as he eats
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ridiculouspickles · 1 month
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Daniel Radcliffe and Helena Bonham Carter Harry Potter 20th Anniversary - Return to Hogwarts (2022)
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dat-silvers-girl · 4 months
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If you know, you know.
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limonnitsa · 5 months
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Day 31: Show us your MC's Haloween costumes!
Formally I've showed it already (Haloween Collab) but a couple days ago I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas and I was hit by the thought that Jack and Sally dynamic resonates so much with Seb and Ida omg
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Not to mention that Sally and Ida are both INFJ lol
But the thing is: I was preparing another art with Ida and myself as Alice from Alice Madness Returns lol since I celebrated Haloween as her 🙈
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carewyncromwell · 5 months
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"What do you think?"
"...I think you're...very beautiful."
"I should hope so. And just who might you be? What are you doing here?"
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Yay, Halloween is almost here! And my "movie character costume" for Carewyn and Jacob's aunt Pearl Cromwell is definitely a combo breaker. Although all of my other entries in this series have featured dressing my characters up as animated movie characters, I decided on a live action movie villain for Pearl -- specifically Mombi from one of my favorite underrated childhood movies, Return to Oz! (As a side, it was bloody impossible to find good quality still image references for this dress!! I had to simplify it quite a bit simply because I had so little to work with.)
Honestly, when it came to thinking of a costume for Pearl, I was kind of at a loss, in the beginning. Both Pearl and Claire are decidedly more subservient to Charles's will than even fellow Clan member Blaise is, considering that Claire is such a passive and ignorant character and Pearl follows him out of a misguided sense of honor -- so casting either of them as incredibly powerful, malevolent, self-focused Disney villains like Ursula or Maleficent seemed incredibly out-of-place. And yet even more "realistic" villains like Mother Gothel seemed more in-line with Blaise personality-wise, since Pearl's style of parenting tends to lean more on sternness and stoicism ("just suck it up and stop complaining," basically), rather than manipulation and feigned, cloying affection. Even Lady Tremaine, who I definitely eyed for a while, didn't come across as that great a match for Pearl, since she's never been the sort to want to social-climb through her children or otherwise, nor is she the sort to get any satisfaction from her subjugation and abuse of others, instead being much more the type to justify it as a necessary evil.
What really shifted gears in my head was finding a villain that looked more like Pearl, and Mombi immediately came to mind, since her original head has reddish curls just like how I imagine Pearl's, although quite a bit shorter and lighter in color. (Mombi's hair actually better resembles mine, funnily enough!!) And then yeah, I made the connection -- Mombi in Oz may be incredibly intimidating in her own way, but she's ultimately subservient to the real mastermind, the Nome King -- just as Pearl is subservient to the mastermind in her storyline, her father Charles. Mombi is perfectly willing to keep a child captive in a mirror on the Nome King's direction -- just as Pearl arguably keeps her own children, Arsen and Kain, inside the stifling Cromwell Manor because Charles is determined not to "lose" any other family members like he did Lane. And in the Real World, Mombi's non-magical counterpart -- Nurse Wilson -- is a very cold, stoic, oftentimes cruelly dutiful character who still betrays a tiny shred of humanity, since she does actually jump into a rushing river to try to rescue Dorothy at one point and looks genuinely distraught (maybe for the sake of her job, but also perhaps sincerely) when it looks like Dorothy is going to drown. This too is very "Pearl" to me: she can come across as heartless a lot of the time, but she isn't pure evil. Admittedly Pearl isn't as vain as Mombi by a long-shot, but hey, can't win 'em all.
I decided to base the head in Pearl's hands on her deceased mother Marilyn, just as a little shout-out to the rest of the Cromwell line. And well, that kind of macabre touch is very true to the film, that's for sure! Return to Oz overall is a movie I know a lot of people see as nightmare fuel, especially in comparison to MGM's The Wizard of Oz, which it tries to be a sequel to but doesn't match in tone at all. For me personally, though, I loved both films as a kid and I still do -- I like the MGM film for its music, dancing, and innocence, Return to Oz for its real sense of danger and darker, more book-accurate whimsy, and both for the unique and likable characters they created.
Coming very soon: our last two main Cromwell Clan members, Claire and Charles, to finish off these Halloween sketches for the year!
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ignitedminds27 · 1 year
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WIZARDS! RAISE YOUR WANDS.
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vole-mon-amour · 1 year
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I lost it there.
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Of course there is!
Goodbye, cruel world, goodbye. *dreamy sigh*
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"You can see them [in between takes], talking and laughing together."
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Things at stake: being able to jump into Remus' arms. My goodness, Sirius was so happy. It somehow shows even better here. Wow.
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They're basically like:
Dan: He's everything. I love him. Gary: Yep, and he's very cool. Dan: Absolutely!
Help.
The moment when Gary and Dan laugh and wheeze about Alan knowing about Severus is so heartwarming. Despite knowing and wishing Sirius would've been played by a younger actor to match the books, this version of Sirius is still in my heart and always will be. And it's nice seeing the insides of it.
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"It's a moment of great liberation, of great freedom, and all of this is conveyed symbolically in the two of them flying in the night under the silver moon."
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Pain.
I'm genuinely sirprised they gave such a significant part of the interview to Dan talking about Sirius, and to Gary and Helena. That they included so much of Sirius. That was a very pleasant surprise. I'm glad I watched the movie.
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