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ohnoema · 3 days
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today I bring you: my fav lesbians
pls is there already a name for this ship? i just love them too much
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5sospenguinqueen · 1 day
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MC: You're smiling. Did something happen?
Sebastian: Can't I smile just because I feel like it?
(MC looks at him suspiciously)
Ominis: Leander fell into the fountain in the Central Hall.
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45 seconds of Sebastian Sallow close-ups. Enjoy without moderation.
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serpensortiamaxima · 3 days
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It just occurred to me that, because of the chosen timeline for HL, our MC would see 11-yo Albus Dumbledore get sorted in Gryffindor at the beginning of their 7th year.
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subastian-swallows · 3 days
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It's that time of the year,, where I hyperfixate on drawing again and with my head empty, except for this turd, of course I had to draw Sebastian.
((I cannot for the life of me draw anything but cute things, luckily he's so stinkin' cute!! also based used))
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sleepywitchlory · 2 days
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Sebastian striking again ✨
NSFW post below the cut. MDNI, character is 18+ here.
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Sebastian wants to show off his … eggplant 👀❤️‍🔥
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rip remus lupin you would have loved wordle
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frchillingrn · 2 days
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In love with this storyline
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delicrieux · 3 days
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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 5. year one: early september, 1972
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pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x regulus black warnings for this chapter—none word count—1.9k
the woes of the first week.
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 “how is she?” you inquire.
evan remains quiet for a few moments, the very picture of misery. sad eyes pour down the letter held between steady fingers, toast and marmalade untouched by his elbow. he had read it trice and still remains unsatisfied. if you weren’t as tired, you’d snatch it out his hands to inspect it yourself. unfortunately, both of you seem to have been tormented by a sleepless night.
“completely bedridden,” he surmises. there’s a pinch between his brows that will become routine when he’ll be faced with something inconsiderate. you know upon notice, and it feels as though you always knew, “from a common cold.”
hardly a novelty, “hope she gets better soon,” she never does, and anyone but evan would scoff at the words. you wonder if he ever tires of hearing them. a porcelain cup between your palms warms you – black tea and balmy fumes against your skin, “how’d she catch it, anyway?”
“exploring the garden,”
“thought she wasn’t allowed to do that.”
“you’ve met pandora,” he grumbles, folding the letter neatly before hiding it inside the inner lapels of his cloak. close to the heart, where all important things should remain, “a rambunctious child,” he says, as if he isn’t one. the miasma of his father’s perfume doesn’t enfold him. he seems particularly young in the pale morning light, “don’t think she realises the consequences.”
no, surely she does not. sickly and dream-like, pandora rosier speaks little and feels too much. the sight of a butterfly’s torn wing had distraught her so horribly that she fell comatose for a week before she awoke mid-winter with a terrible headache and no recollection of the occurrence. mrs rosier had forbid anyone to speak of it, and pandora was no longer allowed to play in the manor’s garden without an escort. every space needed to be scrubbed and tailored before she was to step foot in it.
not that it helped much. once, pandora told you that she saw mirages in the dancing dust. you thought her terribly stupid and suggested to play dolls instead.
“how will she fare, i wonder,” you think yourself sounding very diplomatic, like mrs rosier when she masked worry with a pinched lip and a slight raise of a brow. your weathered gaze sweeps the sleepy gaggle of children seeking breakfast in the great hall. today, it is much less impressive than the night of the sorting, “hogwarts is hardly up to standards.”
truly, headless ghosts and moving armours, twisting staircases and wailing portraits, not to mention the great expanse of rolling hills and the murky depths of the black lake, still as glass against the trees when you peeked at it this morning. you imagine pandora would faint at the sight of a ripple, or burst into tears upon a still portraits sudden, uncanny movement.
evan must have considered this for far longer than you have. he shrugs. either he doesn’t want to say or he doesn’t want to speak of this further. both fit you fine, for your interest in young pandora goes as far as politeness wills it.
“where’s regulus?” he switches topic idly, pouring some milk into a steaming cup that appeared by his right hand no sooner than he moved it.
“how should i know,” perhaps a tone too petulant for such an offhanded comment, “sleeping, probably.”
he tuts, “surprised you’re awake.”
“i'm very diligent and studious,” you remark, which only earns a quiet chortle. a year ago you would have smacked him. perhaps you haven’t changed so much, because he nurses his shoulder with a glare pointed in your direction, “don’t pout, you look like a pug.”
whatever else he was going to mumble is lost under the threat of more violence. perhaps he has no fight in him. it is very early. you would say you awoke at sunrise, watching it gleam through the water and onto the cold tiles of the slytherin common room. but that would be a lie. you hardly slept at all.
there was no clear reason for it, not that you could name. a restless uneasy spiked once you laid your head down on the cool pillow. your eyes didn’t close, even when they grew heavy from each slow blink. they got used to the dark. you could outline the faint silver embroidery of the curtain around your bed. hear matilda’s hushed breaths and marzy’s quiet snore. the overhead gurgle of pipes. the groan of old wooden structures as you moved, and the rustle of linen sheets. all these sights and sounds distracted you. you kept thinking, but it was too fragmented to understand. at once there was the pungent burn of a record and melted lemon fudge on your tongue.
you wished, for a moment, to find regulus, though you were unsure of what you would do once you located him, nor why you wanted it in the first place. this thought soon warped into a bitter ache because he hadn’t searched you out first. he should know, of course, when you’re unhappy, and he should do something instead of sleeping soundly as if to mock you.
“have you spoken to slughorn?” evan pulls you out of your musings. like a true gentleman, he keeps his elbows off the table and speaks only when he’s done chewing.
“he invited regulus and i for tea and biscuits,” you recall. evan hums in agreement.
“i've got tea with him today. with barty.”
“matilda and marzipan are scheduled for tomorrow, i think,” you say, “curious what to expect?”
“i assume praises about our good blood and magical potential?” he raises a brow with a sideways glance.
you smile, “it’s not so horrid. you can tune him out after the first ten minutes, he hardly says anything worthwhile after.”
the head of your house, the esteemed potion and poison pioneer and rigorous socialite, horace slughorn, is a well-known figure to you outside of the classroom. an invitation is always extended to him during particularly big socials, and he’s always delighted smarmy around the upper echelon of the wizarding world. while his focus then was mostly directed at figures such as your father and others of equal importance, he always gave you a caramel toffee once you were instructed to say hello.
now, of course, you are very much important, a star jewel in his collection of significant children, and he extended his summons to you and regulus personally, and wanted just the two of you alone. you suppose slughorn split you all into pairs so he wouldn’t run out of compliments. you adore being adored, though his praises had felt a tad shallow, and the tea too sweet.
“when’s it, anyway?”
“after dinner,” evan sighs; more students pile into the hall.
“don’t sound all that enthusiastic.”
“can you blame me?”
you make a face, stuck somewhere between scrutiny and pity. no, you can’t really blame him, but that doesn’t mean you shan’t.
thankfully, the conversation melts to silence as you spot a disgruntled and sleepy bartimus and a much more composed regulus. they enter together, seemingly engrossed in a hushed conversation that doesn’t bode well for either, but they lighten up marginally when they see you and evan, pristine even in these unforgiving hours.
“blimey,” barty all of throws himself into a nearby seat, and the table sprouts a hearty breakfast to feed the insatiable crouch stomach, “this toad,” he points with his thumb at regulus, who, still adoring a slight frown, takes a seat beside you. naturally. barty will likely tease him once he’s done cowing over his woes, “woke me at the crack of dawn, moaning about how we’ll be late. we’ve got history of magic, for merlin’s sake. coulda slept in fine and missed zilch.”
“tragic.” is all evan says.
“did you get here early?” regulus greets instead of a good morning. he seems a tad weary, but is, overall, managing quite better than either you or your sombre seatmate. he leans a little, and you lean back, to catch evan’s gaze, “thought i heard the door opening.”
“clearly,” seems rosier’s potency for polite conversation has gone down drastically since your chat. perhaps he’s grown bored, or more tired, or is simply fed up at the sight of barty scarfing down his meal, “you know no one’s gonna take it from you.”
“i'll take from you, though,” barty says, pilfering some toast from evan’s plate.
“did you get a chance to visit the library?” regulus asks, once again, evan.
“shall we switch seats?” you inquire pointedly.
regulus spares you a glance, “i'm fine here.”
if you could roll your eyes more they’d lodge into the back of your skull. the morning is saved, however, by marzy and matilda entering with their arms linked. you spring up, grabbing at your book bag, much to the startle of the boys.
“leaving us for girls?” barty accuses.
“i’m a girl,” you huff, greatly insulted by such a statement, “and i'd much rather enjoy my breakfast with pretty company instead of this sorry sort,” before you can so much as make it a few steps, regulus pipes up.
“will you sit with me at history?”
you frown, “absolutely not!”
you do. and what is worse, you are dragged into the front row. barty and evan sit in the back, no doubt by the former’s request – easier to sleep, or cheat, out of the professor’s peripheries. marzy and matilda sit somewhere in the middle, and the rest of the company is largely unfamiliar to you – some pale-faced ravenclaws and still sleepy hufflepuffs, a few gryffindors with an abundance of school supplies taking everything out with as much volume as expected. this year’s crop of first years is, overall, quite small.
regulus takes out his quills and parchment. hogwarts: a history lays under the sunrays as you stare, willing it to catch on fire. what a feat that’d be, wandless magic on your first week with only a few simple charms under your belt. perhaps you’d be so revelled that the faculty would let you skip this course entirely. no such luck.
regulus nudges you with his elbow, feeling particularly pesky today. you don’t react, opting for scribbling the date on the top of your yellowed paper. he gives you a few moments before he does so again. you write your name. hear him sigh. good, he should feel bad for what he’s done.
“are you angry with me?” he asks quietly, minding the loud conversation just behind you, “i'm not sure what i’ve done to upset you.”
in all fairness, you’re not quite sure, either. the complexities of your mind have yet to be sorted into the words familiar to you. all that you do know is that everything here feels strange, and if you knew the term for it, perhaps it would be called homesickness.
not that you’d ever tell him. regulus changes a bit if front of evan and barty, but such was always the case, only never so apparent. perhaps you have been grieving this difference since you got here. that things will change, and that they are changing, and that you’re changing, as well. you feel as though you should be spared such a premonition. you’re too young to be so self-aware.
“it’s nothing,” you decide to forgive him for his mishaps. he is just a boy. your stupid regulus. your offering of peace is a smile. momentarily, he seems struck by it, looking at you even when you turn back to your parchment and the quirk of your lips melts into a placid line.
somewhere, a thread is weaved.
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solarisburns · 1 day
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Barty Crouch jr. who was smarter than his father ever could be. Who could remember an entire text book after just a night. Barty would spend years pretending he was stupid just to spite his dad until Dorcas pointed out it would be better to beat the old man at his own game. Barty was never favored by any of teachers, he was a slytherin who was loud and cruel and a know-it-all if you got his started. He never got a McGonnagal to be concerned for him when he came back after breaks far to quiet and would jump a foot in the air any time someone pointed a wand at him. There were no adults who cared when he decided to be angry instead of scared. He wasn't James Potter with a blinding smile and a heart big enough to care for everyone around him. He wasn't Regulus either, who could detach with vicious cruelty and a reputation to match. He was just Barty the boy set to live in a man shadow despite being so much more than his father could ever dream of.
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ohnoema · 2 days
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Sallow and Gaunt family trees and crests created for my fanfic Book of Revelation.
(All characters besides official HL and HP characters are my own! This is all made up for my fanfic!)
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5sospenguinqueen · 1 day
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Garreth: I think I've found a way to make money-
MC: You would make a good stripper.
Garreth: I would make an AMAZING stripper but that's not what I was going to say.
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northlt · 1 day
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Fic where it follows Regulus through multiple lifetimes, across the universe and different ages, but he always has the same ending no matter what.
In Ancient Greece? Regulus is a priest for a god, his brother runs away bc he wants nothing to do with their family. Regulus is jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away, they fall in love, Regulus is killed by the wrath of a sea god bc he neglected his duties or smth, James dies as well eventually.
Dark Ages? His brother runs away with a nonbeliever of their religion (or smth idk much abt history), he's jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away, eventually they fall in love, Regulus drowns and dies, James also eventually dies lol.
Renaissance? Artist Regulus who's brother runs away at an early age to be a radical and revolutionary painter and as much as Regulus wants to follow, he can't. He's jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away only to eventually fall in love with James. They get found out, homophobia is rampant, Regulus drowns and dies, James also eventually dies.
1970s? Regulus is a wizard this time, his parents are supporters of a genocidal mad man and his brother wants nothing to do with their blood supremacy ideas. He's jealous of James Potter who managed to steal his brother away. Eventually they fall in love at a magic school, Regulus joins the bad guys, losing both his brother and his love. But at the last moment, he tries to defy this dark lord only for it to be his untimely death. James follows into death soon after.
Over and over and over and over again. Just a cycle of never ending tragedy. And its especially sad bc Regulus doesn't realize he's stuck in this cycle.
Until eventually, he becomes aware of it, aware of his past lives so to speak. And he breaks free from the narrative of tragedy.
And he and James live happily ever after :) the end.
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Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.
Pansy:
Theo:
Draco: who won gold?
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serpensortiamaxima · 2 days
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When Sebastian's "brilliant" dare idea gets you detention
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sleepywitchlory · 2 days
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POV: Sebastian is taking care of you after he found you upset in the Hallway. Taking you to the library and reading "The Tale Of The Three Brothers" to you until you fell asleep.
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