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Y/n: Just… Apologize to each other on the count of three.
Y/n: One, two, three.
Tom:
Mattheo:
Y/n: Well, now I'm disappointed in both of you.
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winterxisxcomingx · 3 months
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💚Slytherpuff relationship!💛
(ship or friendship!)
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finns-blogg · 4 days
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I love making ocs🙏🙏 to be cringe is to be freee!!! Here's my ocs- they're Severus' kids and guess what??? They don't have a mom :D (it's for the best, their mom is a psycho).
I need to post on tumblr more often lmao
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eternalremorse · 8 months
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Sallow vs. Sallow
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Sebastian was thrilled at the prospect of showing his cousin why he was one of the best duellists in the school. But what he wasn't expecting was Vincent to actually best him in the class!
He should have felt mortified at losing his title, but he actually felt some pride seeing that it still belonged to a fellow Sallow.
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silvyadrakkon · 8 days
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Wisdom from a well-adjusted Slytherin (me, not Lyssa): The most important competition is the one against yourself. You make the most progress when you give yourself breaks.
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ai-art-ocs · 15 days
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OCs - The SlytherTwins: Morgan & Eliza
They're from a half-blood family. They looked a lot more similar when they were younger and started to look more distinctive as they got older, though they still style their hair and do most things very similar. Don't let their competitive nature fool you, they're best friends through and through, though if it gives them the advantage, they'll act like they're fighting or they're worst enemies to get the better over everyone in the room. They may as well have twin telepathy- and at this point there is debate in the castle on whether or not they have it! Legilimens and Occlummency notwithstanding. They're like a more subtle Fred and George- terrifying news for the current headmaster, though it does mean less outwardly damaging pranks (and more people crying????)
Morgan, younger only barely is the more flippant of the two, she doesn't care what people think and is quick to come up with plots to get revenge or simply to get what she wants. She's constantly looking for the best ways to further her social status as a Slytherin. Being a half-blood is better than it used to be, but it's still not as easy as being a pure-blood. She knows the ins and outs of the society, but being able to walk the walk and talk the talk is important to her. But insult her, her sister, or anyone else because of their blood status? You better watch out because something will be coming your way.
Eliza, older but only just, is the more empathetic of the pair. She's a loyal and true defender and if that means she has to set up a plot that will take half the school year to come to fruition for the most beautiful come-uppance of all? You best bet she will do it. Once you gain her loyalty she will do just about anything to make sure you are happy and taken care of, the means of which are usually some sort of devious plot she and her sister get up to.
Process/results:
Both these OCs were generated off the same prompts, but I found enough variety in the photos that I decided to branch them into two characters as twins. I saw two younger looking photos and could see them matching with a few of the older photos and a few of the older photos which could arguably be the same person if I just said they were. I wasn't looking for anything too specific with this prompt, so this one was fun to work with.
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tevinter · 1 year
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Saw @crowlipso‘s one and couldn’t resist 
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oscarisaacss-wp · 4 months
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PLOTS IN PROGRESS — STRANGENESS & CHARM, a Viktor Krum Fanfiction feat. Nora Cleary.
“What’s so interesting about being famous? I’ve been nobody and lived on my couch for eighteen years and I’ve been fine!”
“I think fine might be a bit of a stretch.”
i. pinterest ii. spotify
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Pansy: What kind of girls do you like?
Draco: uh, my girlfriend Y/n.
Pansy: You, what kind of girls do you like?
Harry: Draco's girlfriend.
Draco: *dead stare*
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his-littlefox · 4 months
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hey hey!! i’m looking for an oc x cc hogwarts legacy rp 💕 i wanna rp with sebastian and i can play anyone of your choice for you! 🎀 i’m a literate roleplayer and prefer to rp on discord 💘 please like or message if you’re interested! 🩷🩷🩷
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cocowritesstuff · 1 year
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corvus oculum corvi non eruit
Meet my Harry Potter (au) OC 🖤💚
Name: Lyra Solène Lestrange-Weasley
Nickname(s)/Titles: Ly, The Slytherin Sweetheart, Little Lestrange, Mademoiselle Lestrange, Madame Lestrange-Weasley
DOB: Jan 13th, 1979
House: Slytherin
Quidditch? Yes
Position: Keeper
Family: Bellatrix Lestrange (mother), Rodolphus Lestrange (father), Narcissa Malfoy (aunt & godmother), Lucius Malfoy (uncle), Andromeda Tonks (aunt), Draco Malfoy (cousin), Aradia Malfoy (cousin), Nymphadora Tonks (cousin), Rabastan Lestrange (uncle), Theodore Nott Sr. (godfather)
Loyalty: Death Eaters (forced/“defected”), The Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Triad, Slytherin House, Herself
Wand: 10 inches exactly, alder wood, dragon heartstring & “switch-like,” flexibility
Patronus: was unable to produce one until age 20, when she did, it was a Capuchin monkey.
Marital Status: Married George Weasley in 2002
Residence: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (school days), 12 Grimmauld Place, London (post graduation/wartime), Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (wartime/post-war), Lestrange House, Mayfair, London (post-war)
Occupation: Student (formerly) Socialite, investor, philanthropist (post war), eventually went on to work in Wizarding Crisis Management, making her a direct hindrance at times to the DMLE and Ministry.
Background: The s*rial-killer’s daughter of the Wizarding World. Born with a gift for Occlumency yet cursed with a name almost as notorious as the Golden Boy himself’s, but for all the wrong reasons, this Slytherin aristocrat dedicated her immense reserves of ambition, cunning, and determination into ensuring that her peers, along with the rest of society, would never, ever view her in the same light as her parents. Due to her charismatic and overall easygoing, if not slightly aloof and arrogant personality, as well as her behavior throughout her school years, she became known amongst her peers both sincerely and insincerely alike, as The Slytherin Sweetheart, and was known throughout Hogwarts as one of the more approachable members of the snake house in her time. However, as the events of the Second Wizarding War began to unfold, it became apparent that in times of hardship, blood often runs thicker than water, and she and her mother had far more in common than either of them had originally anticipated— to neither one of their benefits.
random shit-
Lyra has an Alder wood wand which speaks to her natural aptitude for nonverbal magic, which she began practicing her first year and mastered by her fourth. She is also a natural born Occlumens, which helped her tremendously during the war.
Her favorite spell is crucio, just like her mum’s. She unfortunately has a natural gift for Dark Magic, and is able to use it in limited amounts without it entirely corrupting her soul and mind (something that she gets from her father and uncle, as it runs in the Lestrange family— obv Bella was driven mad by it sooo… sorry NHOB).
She, like most Purebloods, follows the Old Ways of magic (i.e, celebrating Pagan holidays, using ceremonial magic, etc.), something she gets from Narcissa. Litha is her favorite holiday.
Lyra is a small constellation which is often represented by a bird, such as an eagle or vulture, carrying a lyre through the night sky. This ties into how the symbol for the Lestrange family is a bird (raven/crow), and the lyre is a musical instrument favored by Apollo, and when placed in the hands of Orpheus, was said to produce the most enchanting and beautiful music with the ability to charm anyone, even inanimate objects. This relates to Lyra’s personality, and how she is known as a very good talker, able to slither her way in and out of any situation using only her words.
Lyra & George’s relationship is loosely based on Orpheus and Eurydice— one loses the other due to circumstances beyond control, and makes a seemingly impossible journey in order to get them back.
She was handed off to Narcissa and Lucius right after she was weaned, and her mother was incarcerated not long afterwards. As she was raised by the Malfoy family, she considers Aradia and Draco to be her siblings rather than her cousins. She did not remember what her mother looked like, and only had 3 conversations with her father before he died. Due to this, she considers Narcissa as her mother, and it is reciprocated. Narcissa adores her, as Lyra is more interested in knowing how to network and thrive in society, which was greatly utilized after the war, and Aradia, her other daughter, is much closer to Lucius and more interested in learning how to be the next Malfoy Heiress.
Her patronus memory is when George stood up to Molly and defended her to the Weasley family. It was the only happy memory she had that did not have any negativity/impurity attached to it on her end.
The Lestrange Family words are not just a motto, they are a fatal blood curse on every member of the family, that typically lays dormant, as its sole focus is prohibiting them from ever doing anything directly to intentionally betray or turn against a member of their family. Due to this, she could not testify against her parents. However, due to his involvement in helping Lyra and Aradia escape Malfoy Manor, she testified for her uncle, Rabastan post-war and this led to him receiving a reduced sentence in Azkaban, followed by permanent house arrest… unfortunately, she did not predict him having to live with HER, due to her being his only kin. Rabastan spent most of his time keeping to himself, and eventually began to unlearn his bigoted ways. He died soon after as a man on the pathway to complete reformation.
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finns-blogg · 3 days
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Atlas' first time with magic✨ He's like idk.. 8-9 years old :)
There was definitely a time where Sev was worried that he wouldn't have any magic considering his sister showed signs of having magic before she was 8😔
The lil guy has bandages cuz he kept messing up while trying to learn how to brew potions🧪
(this is an old drawing lmaoo, i need to get better at drawing Sev)
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kashkadavr · 1 year
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Commission 
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eternalremorse · 8 months
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I love him 🥰
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cosmetologynerd · 1 year
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Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow x FEM!OC
Sebastian Sallow and Abigail Crane agreed that it was best to part ways after the tragic events of their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So part ways they did, both set out to pretend that the things they'd experienced together were behind them entirely. But after a year of being apart, a year that most would describe as utterly peaceful, a new mystery seems intent on pulling them back together again- but is that really the worst thing?
Note: Hiiiiiii guys!!!! I have been obsessed with Hogwarts Legacy, like everyone else and it’s brought me out of retirement. I’m obsessed with my boy Sebastian here and I can’t seem to stop writing. The first 14 chapters are live on Wattpad under the same user name if you guys prefer that platform! I hope you enjoy ❤️
THIS STORY WILL HAVE MATURE CONTENT! This includes graphic descriptions of death, torture, and a variety of other experiences. If this may trigger or upset you, please do not read as I do not want to trigger anyone. I will do my best to put trigger warnings on chapters with particularly graphic content but know that it will be throughout the entire story and I won't be headlining chapters with trigger warnings unless it is extremely necessary.
~ Hogwarts Legacy story spoilers, told via flash backs, particularly of the Sebastian Sallow quest line. There will also be spoilers for the main quest line!
~ All characters are aged up as this story is told in 7th year.
~ Abigail Crane (Abbi) is my OC, but you are welcome to read this as a reader insert if it feels better to you!
~ All Hogwarts Legacy characters are owned by Warner Brothers and Avalanche Software! I do not own any characters that you have met in Hogwarts Legacy.
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Everything hurt. It was the first thing I registered as I woke blearily from a clearly trauma induced haze.
My arms and legs ached from the position they were tied back in, one eye swollen shut from the array of curses that they had thrown at me, throat raw, a small trail of blood flowing freely from my ear. A faint ringing sound filled one ear- though I couldn't pinpoint which- and I hoped I hadn't lost my hearing.
Despite my pain, despite the obvious danger I was in, all I could think about was what they could be doing to him. I had to get to him, had to find him- if he was hurt, it would be my fault. Oh, god, what if he was already dead?
No. He couldn't be dead. I refused to let myself even think about him like that. Not now that I'd finally gotten him back. His brown eyes and freckled face swam in my thoughts, his lips pulled into a smile as he leaned towards me. It was so vivid I had to remind myself he wasn't directly in front of me, had to put myself back in the reality of my situation.
I was here, tied to a chair, being tortured and I had no idea where they were keeping him.
I needed to focus on me.
"What have you done to him?" I rasp out, my voice thick with my own blood, rawness of my throat really pronounced once I spoke.
"He is in much better shape than you," a voice spoke faintly from my left. So that was the ear that was bleeding.
"C'mon now, darling girl, just tell us what we want to know, and this will all be over soon."
His voice sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't pull myself out of my pain induced haze long enough to place him.
"I don't know anything," I said again, the same answer I'd repeatedly told my captors. If I was honest, sure, the pain would stop. But I had a feeling that the pain wouldn't stop because they'd choose to let me go. No, the pain would only stop when I stopped breathing. Until I could confirm he was safe, was out of harms way, I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.
"Tsk, tsk, little girl. I wish you wouldn't lie to me," the voice said again. It was gravely, thick and accented. I knew I had heard it before.
Someone else shouted out after he spoke, their voice cold and high as they yelled, "Crucio!"
The scream that escaped my lips was the loudest yet. Hot tears streamed down my bloody and grimy cheeks as pain ripped through my body. I was theirs for the killing- wandless and incapable of using my ancient magic.
Instead, this is what they chose to do.
"PLEASE!" I shouted, my body twitching helplessly in the air, bound to the chair and being thrown about like a marionette. "Please, stop this!"
"Then tell me how I can get into that damned room!"
I shook my head again, ready to tell him to just kill me,  when another blast of the Cruciatus curse slammed into me- another scream ripped from my throat, the world spinning before me, and then- I heard a door bang open.
Immediately, the pain I was feeling ended. I no longer felt like my insides were tearing, no longer felt that each limb was being torn from its socket. I took deep ragged breaths trying to blink away my swollen eyes, trying to make sense of the blurry field in front of me.
Loud shouts sounded all around, flashes of red, purple and yellow-gold light flashing behind my swollen shut eyes, curses and counter-curses flying by me. The colors grew brighter and then faded back before slamming into focus again. Clearly, a battle had erupted around me. I slammed into the ground with a thud and smacked my head against the stone floor. Pain ripped through my skull and I cried out again. And then-
"Abbi!"
No! No, no, no, no he shouldn't be here!
I could hear him yelling my name as he ran towards me, dimly recognizing what spells he was sending out around us as he got closer to me. I felt his knees bump into me slightly as he slid across the ground to my side.
There were no more spells flying about, it was quiet, still. I felt the ropes binding me to the iron chair slip off my wrists and ankles and opened my eyes slightly so see him one more time.
"Sebastian," I croak out, my throat even more tender than before. I was able to focus in on his beautiful brown eyes and forced the next words out as my vision greyed out, "Get out of here."
I saw his lips move, but whatever he said to me was lost as the world turned dark.
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midori-fuma · 1 month
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My HPMA OC x Sanrio
Serenella Shelley Baskerville and Kuromi
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