Hogwarts Legacy Brainrot

Shortcake my beloved <333

Walking together at sunset <3 (he’s watching her tho :3)

The bunny is working. The bunny is also being fed (The bunny also has him trained.😂)

Draw first, eat second? Absolutely not. 🤨

She said she was drawing. He heard “needs feeding.”

“Open.”

“I’m literally drawing.”

“Exactly. Open.”

Love language: feeding her because she keeps forgetting to eat. 🥣🤍

liezel: exists peacefully

dan: omg do you need a blanket? a snack? a drink? emotional support? financial support? a small european country?

Smitten beyond repair (Your honor, he’s head over heels)

Her sketchbook can wait 😌

Late-night artist, late-night chef <33 (only for her tho, because “these nails cost more than London, darling 😂)

DIESEL SUPREMACY/ HOSTILITY TRUUUUUST.

I ADORE them your honour!! Thank you SO much Evie ( @pearlevie ) for letting me borrow your gorgeous adorable daughter <3!! Dan loves her so much!!!

thinking about the fact that this is their first stargazing date.

their first kiss.

their first “i love you.”

all under the same sky.

saoirse spends the entire evening looking up at the stars because she’s convinced they’re the prettiest thing she’s ever seen.

dan spends the entire evening looking at her because, to him, they stopped being the prettiest thing the second she sat down beside him.

she tells him she loves him so quietly that he could pretend he didn’t hear it.

instead, he smiles, cups her face like she’s something impossibly precious, and kisses her.

For @baby-snakey <3,

Thank you for letting me borrow Saoirse 😭🤍

Genuinely, I don’t think Dan and Saoirse would’ve become what they are without you being so willing to throw ideas back and forth with me. Every time I send you a headcanon, you somehow manage to make me love them even more. AAAA

One of my favourite things has honestly been how enthusiastic you’ve been about them. Usually I end up yapping into the void about my OCs, or the ship headcanons , so having someone match (or somehow exceed???) my energy has been such a nice surprise. It’s made creating them so much more fun. 💕💕💕

Thank you for screaming over every drawing, every tiny detail, every little “what if” and every stupidly soft moment with me. I genuinely look forward to our daily Dan & Saoirse yapping sessions. 😭🤍

You’re officially wife of the year for feeding my OC brainrot instead of enabling me to be normal. 😂😂😂😂

(Now prepare yourself because I fear there is approximately 17 years worth of Dan & Saoirse art and headcanons headed your way. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼💯💯💯🤺🤺💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻)

i fear i may have accidentally given myself irreversible emotional damage over these BABIESS AHHHHH.

Alt version down below! Softer lighting here

Im totally normal about them…

Finally finished part three of six (sorry for taking so long, art block hit and now I'm back to uni 😭) with @ravenothere's drop-dead gorgeous girl Myrna! I was so happy you won the raffle because I've been meaning to draw her; she's so gorgeous! I can tell a lot of love and thought have gone into her character design! I'm so glad she's in two of my other upcoming challenges cause huhurghuguhgr I think I might be crushing 🫪

Summer 1894 😎

I made some art of her…don’t judge because I’ve never even tried to do lighting like this (or ever…I HATE shading)

Reference and inspiration from Pinterest below cut!

A/N: So uhh…I apologise to anyone who loves Imelda. I personally think she’s a great character, but she’s like, a very serious person, and I thought this would make sense for her. Also, has anyone else read the Moneky's Paw?

Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7

Wyanne

“Oh come on,” Wyanne groaned as the Devil’s Snare’s abhorrent crawling sounds surrounded her. “I swear, the maintenance in this place is horrible.”

She casted several orbs of light to surround her, the Snares hissing angrily at the burn of the bright lights as she passed. “Who even owns a castle so big and not bother to hire a few people to clean the place? Or, better yet, just implant a few lamps in these dark corridors! Hire a group of investigators to explore and properly draw a map for this place! I’m sure there are plenty of people who could use a job.”

She kept grumbling on as she moved through the dark corridors, which seemed to swell and shrink rhythmically. Sometimes it shrunk small enough for Wyanne to bend down and carefully manoeuvred her way out(Luckily there were no snares), and then it would expand into a hollow tunnel large enough for a Graphorn to move through. When she came upon crossroads, Revelio and Ellis helped her make a choice. Some corridors were more narrow than others, there were stairs and slides, and a few times she was almost convinced she had come back to the same spot, but it was just the illusion of the darkness.

“Ellis?” ]̸̰̖͔̟̼̲̮́̓̉͆̈̒͜ͅ/̸̛͖̝͔́̐̈́̿̔͘#̴̦̖̍̽̈́̃%̴̢̥̫̳̤̫͛̇̋$̶̞̓̈́͜^̶̛̻͖̼̽͊̇̾̏͊̂̍ͅ   “How much further?”  #̷̛̞̺́͋̈̾͘͝^̷͍̜̲͔̰͍͕̫̔̆̿̔̏̉̈́̎͘̕(̵̩͈̌̍͒̏̒̄̉̓͆͘&̵̡̘̆̍̕$̴̡̻͖͆̓̋͋͗͆͠͠?̴͔͎̟̳͉̺̯̀̄   She groaned. “I hate you.”

Everyone

“I swear, you won’t succeed,” Imelda rolled her eyes as everyone stood outside the library, waiting for the others to floo over.. “We all tried! The gates are not accessible!” 

“How about you be quiet and let them do what they know?” Zachary hissed. “You’ve been going on about the same problem since we left! Give it a rest!” 

“I’m just saying that it’s impossible, Thorns!” Imelda defended. “Okay!” Andrew pulled Zach away. “Let’s not argue? Please?” Ray joined in and grabbed Zach’s flailing arm to stop his struggling. 

“This is pointless!” “Now, Imelda —” “We were here just half an hour ago!” Andrew nodded, “I know, I know it feels pointless but maybe the door’s unlocked now!” “We could be spending this time on searching other places instead of here!” Zachary rolled his eyes. “As if we haven’t already?!”

“Please just stop talking…” Mylene whispered from the nausea of hearing everyone else’s angry opinions, loud and noisier than a crowd of Quidditch onlookers. 

Vincent and Castiel both looked pretty pissed off. Lukai and Myrna were exchanging awkward glances as Imelda and Zachary bit each other’s head off (with Andrew trying his best to reason with each statement). Lyra was rubbing Mylene’s back in an attempt to soothe her discomfort. Leander was playing with Tony’s hair while his boyfriend inspected the very interesting curves on his wand. River had just arrived and had no idea what was going on, but the tense atmosphere and shouting among the Bombarda Trio and Imelda told him enough. 

Emcy finally arrived with Carina being carried in his arms. “What’s going on here?” 

Imelda noticed the couple and turned her frustration on them. “Are you seriously playing princess right now, Savage?”

“I’m what?” Carina stared at her in bewilderment. “Playing princess? What are you talking about?”

“This!” Imelda gestured at Emcy carrying Carina in his arms. “We’re looking for a missing person and you’re — what, worried that you’ll dirty your shoes?!” 

“Imelda,” Andrew tugged her robe worriedly, “please, I know you’re frustrated, but this isn’t helping anyone! Everyone’s worried, and I know your heart’s in the right place, but we have people here who could go to the Restricted Section without Restrictions, and it’s possible that Teddy is in there somehow. We cannot skip this place just because it was locked for us.”

“And for the record,” Emcy had a vein popping in their forehead despite their casual tone, “Carina's feet hurt from running around, looking for our friends. I offered to carry her. You don’t have to be so bitter about how I choose to treat my girlfriend, as it is none of your business and will change nothing for you either. Keep your frustrations to yourself and don’t ruin others’ feelings when everyone has their own worries plaguing themselves. You can leave."

Imelda’s face was beet red. Andrew was gaping — almost everyone was, actually — and Carina as looking up at her boyfriend in shock and awe.

“Now,” Emcy was still carrying Carina without an ounce of shame, “the Restricted Section?” He went into the library first, and the others soon followed.

Vincent nudged Castiel. “Do you want me to carry you like that as well?” Castiel sputtered and smacked Vincent’s backside.

Wyanne

She reached the top of the stairs and sighed. A trapdoor. "How very original." Ellis slipped out and made a sound. “Well. You know what to do.” It didn’t complain and slipped through the cracks.

She took a good look around at the walls around her as she waited. The stones were grey and smooth, like the ones in Slytherin’s Scriptorium, only there weren’t diaries or notes scattered about. There was only a stone plate with words carved into it.

Only the true Heir of Slytherin will wake the Sleeping Beast.

Wyanne snickered. So the Heir of Slytherin is the Prince Charming to Sleeping Beauty?

A few seconds later, the trapdoor lifted, and Ellis pulled Wyanne up.

*̶̛̪͋̾̒̅̆̚^̷̛̣̬͊͗̓̍̆̿͠͠$̸̖̹̯̥̍͛̋͂̈́̓͂͂̏̓)̶̦͍̪̔͒̓̎̑͠#̶̡̢̫͓̞̍͐͋̐̀̉̚̕͘͘!̶̡͍̰̟̣͓̭̣͛̋́̎̽̋̌͒͝!̸̛͙̻̳͖̜̑̈̈́̐̀͋͂͗̀!̸̛̩͛́̒̈́͐̃͌̿ “Thanks.” She patted the dirt and dust off her robe and looked around her. She snickered, "no bloody way..." The ridiculous situation Ellis had put her in had just become incredulously laughable.

Everyone

“Imagine the scandal we’ll cause for this,” River snickered when Ray opened the gates easily, making Imelda even madder. “I don’t know,” Lyra looked at the other Hogwartians in the library as everyone ran in, “it seems they’re all quite absorbed in their own studies.” She walked in after Mylene, and River shut the door before following.

“Three on the ground level, five on the basement,” Emcy quickly instructed, “everyone else keep going!”

No one complained. After all, the two missing individuals were Emcy’s closest friends in Hogwarts. Lyra, Myrna, and Mylene stayed on the ground level, then River, the Bombarda Trio, and Imelda searched the basement. Everyone else rushed through the door to the storage room.

Imelda was still trying to understand what Ray did with the gate, Andrew comforting her as the two stood guard at the stairway. Zachary and Ray were practically strolling through the storey, looking through each identical section to find nothing. Then their interests were piqued by the antique in the display case, leaving only River walking to the last section and finding nothing.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the girls had finished searching and found no sign of either the Gryffindor or the Hufflepuff. Mylene sat down for a brief moment of reprieve, with Myrna at her side. Lyra didn’t want to make the Legilimens feel any more uncomfortable with her own thoughts, so she went off to the other side of the library and looked down the balcony surrounded by the bookcases. A head of white hair at the edge caught her eye.

“Hey, River!” Lyra smiled when her friend’s head popped out. “Hi!”

“Hello!” River waved back happily. “What’ve you found up there?”

“Books and scrolls,” Lyra looked down. “What’s in that display case?”

River looked through the glass and tilted his head curiously. “A bunch of shriveled hands.”

“Have you ever heard of wish-granting hands? It’s a sort of dark magic. You get a dead hand or paw, do the ritual, and it’ll grant you as many wishes as it can depending on how many fingers the hand has. The catch is that with each wish, a horrible consequence will occur.”

“A horrible consequence? Does someone die?” “Most likely.”

While the people on these two levels caught their breaths, the rest of the search team had finished searching the storage room and bolted for the swirling staircase.

“Is it possible he’s in the Athenaeum?” Vincent asked worriedly as the spiral stairs came to an end.

“I’m not sure,” Emcy whispered. He prayed it wouldn't come to that…

“The Athenaeum?" Lukai asked. “The first trial the Keepers placed for Ancient Magic wielders,” Carina explained, now running on her own after convincing Emcy. “You don’t suppose those Sentries could respawn?” 

She was met with silence. Dreadful silence.

Emcy opened the door. There the portal stood, glowing in the dark chamber. “That’s the Athenaeum?” Lukai asked incredulously. “It’s a portal,” Vincent deadpanned.

“Is it alright if I transfigure the stairs into a slide?” Emcy asked. After getting everyone’s agreement, he went through and turned the stone stairs into a long slide. “Go ahead.”

“How long does this go on?” Castiel asked as Vincent led him through. “A while.” Vincent settled his boyfriend between his legs. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” “...I trust you.” Vincent kissed his cheek and, together, the two Slytherins slid down. Castiel’s shout( mixed with a few French curses) echoed through the tunnel.

Leander and Tony went through next, the couple grasping hands tightly before pushing themselves off together. Leander’s high pitched scream was even louder than Castiel’s.

“I love slides,” Carina settled herself against Emcy’s chest, and he grabbed her waist lest she slip away. “I…” Emcy scooted a little forward. “I don’t really like them.” He scooted the last inch, and the couple slid down way too fast for comfort. The smooth stone slide erased almost any existing friction, making them speed down faster than you can scream “Arresto Momentum”.

They stopped at the end, where the slide had finally flattened to a stop. 

“I’m never doing that again,” Leander’s face was whiter than Emcy’s hair. Castiel looked a little better than the other redhead. Tony and Vincent hugged their respective boyfriends while Emcy walked up to the door…and kicked on something. The something rolled a little ways away before stopping at the base of the staircase. Carina picked it up. 

“Do you recognise this?” When Emcy shook his head, Carina raised the wand handle up for everyone to see. “Does anyone recognise this?”

Vincent’s eyes widened a fraction upon recognition. “That’s the gift I gave Teddy for his birthday.”

Roselight shenanigans for my beloved @ravenothere. Because I adore Myrna so so much and I love all of my Tobi ships.

3k words… Help! How did that happen??

Rating: T for teen, tooth rotting, and Tobi being…well…Tobi.

Tobi made his way into the library with purpose and far too much curiosity. The note in his hand from Nurse Blainey had been tormenting him since she’d pressed it into his palm. She had worn an oddly pleased smile as she told him to bring it straight to Carina.

He had considered peeking. Only briefly. Ok, so he was still considering it. He cleared his thoughts and returned to the task at hand. 

He scanned the library tables for her, privately hoping she had not disappeared into the Restricted Section. Madam Scribner would likely have his hide if he started wandering down there uninvited.

As it happened, he did not have to look far.

Behind Madam Scribner’s desk sat Carina, her hair catching the lamplight. She was chatting animatedly. And it wasn’t hard to see why. Seated beside her on top of the desk sat Myrna.

Tobi’s steps slowed and an easy smile broke across his face. 

His interest had first snagged when he first met his best friend's sister with the pink highlights that scattered through her hair. He had been fascinated from the first moment he saw her, though at the time he had convinced himself it was only because she happened to share his fondness for pink. To this day she still seemed so unimpressed by him.

Now, unfortunately, his problem had grown. To the point Luke endlessly teased him about how much Tobi fancied his sister. 

He spent enough time in the library these days, determined not to fail his classes, but also enjoying that it let him spend time with Myrna. Ever since doing so he started to notice things. The way Myrna tucked herself into corners like she never meant to leave them. The way her face changed when she was truly lost in a book. The way she muttered to herself when something on the page captured her fully. The little huffs, the tiny eye rolls, the small smiles she gave when she was so absorbed in her own little world.

And what made matters worse… he had apparently become incapable of behaving normally around her. His grin stayed plastered across his face at the best of times, like now.

“Tobi?” Carina looked up at him, one pale brow arching. “You look as though you’re up to no good.”

“Aye, perhaps I am,” he said, grin widening, then held up the letter. “Nurse Blainey asked me to give you this.”

Carina took it, but Tobi’s attention had already betrayed him. Myrna had glanced up at him. That was all it ever took to make his thoughts turn to mush.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving him a look that said, here we go again, though the twitch at the corner of her mouth was awfully close to a smile. Tobi’s grin softened causing Myrna to look away first.

And so, another year has passed. In two days, it'll be two years since we started chatting daily about Hogwarts Legacy, creativity, and life in general. A lot of time has gone by — so many artworks have been drawn and so many texts written together! And our 10k-page roleplay is just something else...

Anyway, happy birthday, dear! I wish you never lose your passion for the fandom, to have an endless supply of imagination and inspiration! And, of course, happiness, health, money — the classic👀

I love you, little wild berry🍒

Of course, no one knows this guy in the art. This is Lucas Noir — the guy Cherry fell for the moment he first appeared in my text in the roleplay. More precisely, Vincent instantly crushed on him when he came to Paris for the weekend. It led to huge problems, but now they've been resolved.

Happy birthday Cherry :DDDD

Happy Birthday! @winkywynz5 I hope you’re having a nice and relaxing day 💓

made a portrait of the love of Bee’s life- aka Renn🥰 for @winkywynz5