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And no one asked for you opinion anon. If you don't like it, then stfu and scroll further 🙄

We love Glasswood! 🔥

And if you spread more hate, then I wish you always cold water during your showers, always one mosquito who will haunt your nights lots of dog poop under your shoes!

noone cares about your fuckin self insert you fuckin bitch. perciver and even flintwood are better.

1. No one. If you’re going to insult me, do it correctly.

2. Thank you for your opinion.

3. Anon asks are now off because of you.

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His judging, cringing face has always been in my mind for a while, and suddenly i had the urge to draw it 🤣

Imagine this face everytime Sebastian said cringeworthy stuff.

This looks so amazing! 😍😍😍

I tried to draw some details, it was too tiring

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Sebastian!Ominis!

Please! I picked it out for you! (Plus defense and attack power.)

I also make a fake fanzine cover⬇️

THE NEW PART OF LET IT HAPPEN AHHH!

I WAS WAITING FOR IT AND MEIZZE SENPAI DELIVERED AGAIN 🫠🔥

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Ominis changed. Priorities didn't, and stopping now is no longer an option. --------------- About all my FULL/non-cropped pictures: you’ll

So pretty and tender 🥺💚

Gentlemen (Yandere!Ominis x fem!reader)

Prompt: Ominis Gaunt has been courting you however he has been taking things slow. To the point most people think you guys are besties. So when the Yule ball is approaching in a week and he still hasnt asked you out, you decide to go with someone else. Telling Ominis that maybe him and you weren’t meant to work out.

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The Yule ball was a tradition. To the girl seating next to Ominis Gaunt in potion however it was a dreadful and pitiful wait. He had been courting her since their 6th year. Now they are in their 7th year.

Whenever someone would ask Ominis if he was her girlfriend he would reply with a “I am courting her.” No explanation, just a plain simple response before he would walk away from the conversation.

Their relationship was one of friendship so awkwardness never lingered. She cherished moments she was with him, either doing something or doing nothing.

But now as she saw Imelda and Poppy laughing and giggling at each other while sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking she felt hurt. Poppy had taken Imelda out for a ride on Highwing. She had prepared a beautiful spread for them, a picnic on the mountains. She also made sure to bring Imelda’s broomstick so she could practice a bit. At night when they laid under the stars Poppy had asked Imelda to the Yule Ball. The Slytherin girl obviously said yes.

What stung her wasn’t her friends' relationship but rather that they began courting three months ago and made it official that day. Whereas she has been courting Ominis for almost two now.

While other couples kissed the most all they did was hold hands. If they spent the night together they wouldn’t snuggle like most couples did, he’d insist on sleeping on the floor.

Ominis felt her next to him but knew she was million miles away, he placed his hands on her hands. An action that was and is comforting but now feels as if a mockery.

“What are you thinking about, love?” He asked her quietly as he ducked his head towards her.

“Us.” She replied softly, as she turned attention away from the lecture and looked at the boy next to her.

“What about us?” He asked as his thumbs made circles on her hand.

“I don’t think we’re meant to be more than friends.” She said as she pulled her hands from him.

Ominis felt the world crash around him. The dull voice of the professor was replaced by the echoes of her words. Before he could ask her what she meant, to ask for clarity, she had stood up getting ready to go to the library to study for Astronomy.

“Let’s talk about it.” Ominis said, as he grabbed her hand firmly and led her outside the classroom in a secluded corridor.

The hallway was dark and cold. Much to how Ominis felt as she explained how they lacked intimacy. How she loves him in a way she can’t explain but feels as if Ominis is not ready to make the next step. She spoke of how much Ominis made her crave his touch and she wished that maybe one day they would be together but now was not that day.

All the while she spoke Ominis had to control himself before he busted out laughing. He had taken things slow because she always raved about how much she would like to be courted. How she wanted to be shown that she wasn’t an objection of lust but also love.

Ominis truly thought he was doing what she wanted. But he was not going to stop his darling from doing what she wanted. No he was going to let her make that mistake of thinking she can leave him. But she will realize soon she never can.

She left him with a hug saying he’ll always be her friend, Ominis smiled as he whispered “Always.”

She said bye to him before walking to the library. He would usually walk with her towards the library before he’d go to his next class, charms. But today he felt as if he could be late a few minutes or miss it completely.

He took the alternate route to the library avoiding her completely, but as he entered the library his wand told him where she was. Tucked in the corner as she did her notes. Probably from potions. However his wand showed there was a boy next to her. He hid by the long book shelves behind her. Obscuring him from her view.

“Thank you Amit for the notes. I was a bit distracted today by Potions.” She confessed her peachy tone becoming dull at the end.

So she misses me already.

Ominis smirked as he listened in pretending to be reading a book.

“If I may ask, what had gotten you so distracted my friend.” Amit asked in his usual cheery tone.

My? My?! He has no right to call her my. She isn’t hers.

His hand clutched the book too hard as his eye furrowed too much. He knew what Amit was going to do. Actually he knew what all the boys in Hogwarts would do. But they can’t. Because she’s his.

“I - I broke up with Ominis.” She stuttered softly.

“Oh I’m sorry my friend, may I offer a hug?” Amit spoke kindly.

She nodded as she accepted his hug. His hugs made her feel as if she was hugging a brother, a family member. She definitely had a bond with Amit but it was more like siblings than anything.

To Ominis it was absurd. The first man who found out she was single and they are already trying to court her.

“Thank you.”

“You always have a hug waiting for you with me.”

“May I also get a hug, friend?” Natty had spoken from behind them.

“Natty yes you can” The sulking girl replied with a smile as she leaped into her best friend.

“I was comforting her, she has broken up with Ominis.” Amit clarified with a sad smile.

“Well they weren’t dating so it wasn’t much of a break up.” Natty justified.

“I guess you’re right.” She agreed with a small amount of disbelief.

“So who will you go to the Yule ball with?” Amit asked only to feel a kick from Natty.

Alerting him that his questions were stupid and unwarranted.

“I don’t know.” She said softly.

“Why don’t you and Amit go?” Natty offered.

Silence surrounded the group as Ominis registered what happened.

She can’t go with him.

She’s supposed to be with me.

It’s just a stupid dance but she still needs to be with me.

How else will she see I’m meant for her.

It’s too soon to even consider it.

As his mind spiraled he didn’t miss it when she said “Yes, that sounds pleasant.”

The three friends decided to go outside to study. Leaving Ominis behind as he scowled all the way to Charms arriving late. He ignored the professor's warning and when Sebastian asked him why he is late.

“It’s really sweet of you to let me borrow your boyfriend for the dance.” She said, Natty looked shocked and Amit looked shy.

Amit and Natty had been dating for a year. They courted for three months before they made it official. It was all in secrecy so as to not upset Natty’s mother. Not even telling thier own housemates or best friends.

Amit and Natty both looked at eachother, as if they got caught. Which they did.

“Don’t worry your secret's safe with me.” She said giving both Amit a nudge and Natty a wink.

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It was now the time for the Yule ball. Ominis was besides himself when he was by himself. His mind would wonder at the betrayal of the women he loved. He felt guilty for not giving her what she wanted; she would ask to kiss him or to cuddle with him but he’d refuse.

His thoughts twist like a tight coil, each one digging deeper into his mind.

He had been patient. A gentleman. He had told himself that was the right thing to do. But now, as the night of the Yule Ball unfolds without her by his side, his restraint tastes like poison.

She left him because he was taking it slow. Because he wasn’t a regular man who took what he wanted. And now? Now she would be twirling in someone else’s arms, smiling in the way that used to be for him alone. The thought burns, searing through his ribs like a hot brand.

He grips his wand tighter.

If she had wanted him to be selfish, to take what belonged to him; what would she say if he did it now? If he found her, pulled her close, and whispered into her ear that she was his? Would she fight him, or would she melt into him the way he always imagined?

He never wanted to frighten her. Never wanted to let the hunger in his blood spill over. But she had left him no choice.

Because the truth is, he had been a gentleman for her. And without her, he had no reason to be one at all.

Masterlist

Dun dun daaa

Okay this is part 1 the second part will come up eventually.

Our pretty Slytherin 😍💚

Why am I seeing this just now? Holy, this is just 😍😭💚

ALWAYS...

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In 1909, at the age of 34, Ominis Gaunt pays a poignant visit to Sebastian Sallow's resting place, capturing the bittersweet essence of an unforgettable year filled with sorrow, tenderly sealing this memory with a farewell kiss upon his best friend's wand.

OMG, Ominis and cats 😍🥹🥰

”All told, he doesn't care what others think of him. He is honest and to the point, says what he thinks, scathing or not. He commands respect with his godlike aura and presence alone, but he isn't conceited. He brings to mind someone of imposing stateliness: a duke, a marquess, an earl… a prince. King, even. The more you think about all of the aforementioned, he’s almost like… 

A cat.”

—To Frame the King (of Cats) by heartsof_theround

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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.