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*Seb and MC land in the Forbidden Forest after a particularly nasty Ashwinder Camp and are battered and bruised*

SEB: *face full of moss* … I hate my life

MC: *winces at a leg cut* I hate mine more

SEB: I’ll Avada you if you Avada me?

*twig snaps close by*

MC: they can kill me, just do it quick. I’M DONE.

*centaur appears*

SEB: oh no, it’s worse than death, MC. We’re getting a LECTURE

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priest outfit on CF by @forsakenlorcan 🙏

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✨WIP whateverdayitis ✨

Thank you @theladyofshalott1989 and @sage-pages for the tags! My focus is on my next chapter, but I have a few other WIPs going on here and there:

⭐ Secrets of the Silent Stars: Sixth Year, Chapter 12

Leaving the castle grounds after curfew was absurd for a stereotypical Ravenclaw, let alone one who insisted on abiding by the rules. Or whatever rules she had created for herself. It seemed she was finally pushing the boundaries of what she could and couldn’t get away with as Hogwarts’ chosen one. “Maybe you should just talk to her?” Sebastian frowned. “You think I haven’t tried that?” “I mean really talk to her. Not follow her around like some lovesick puppy.” “I’m not—” “Please,” Lydia rolled her eyes, a gesture he was starting to attribute to the Corvin girls’ normal interactions with him. “You might have her fooled, but I know things.” “Things?” “Things.” She wasn’t wrong.

📖 Extracurricular, Chapter 4

“Ugh! First math, now dots?” She cried, tossing her pencil on the table and rubbing her eyes. “Why is chemistry like this?” Her phone lit up next to her. Sebastian: Need some help? I can hear your griping all the way down the hall. She snorted as she typed out her reply. Elsie: Aren’t you supposed to be at the party? Sebastian: Nah. Not my thing anymore Elsie: Don’t you have a roommate you could be pestering? Sebastian: Ominis has some self-important piano lesson study group or whatever he calls it. He’ll be out all evening. It’s too quiet in here. She rolled her eyes, trying not to read too much into his message. Elsie: You know, if you wanted someone to talk to, I think Everett lives right across from you. Pretty sure he’s not going to the party either. She tossed her phone face down next to where she sat on the bed and tried to ignore it as she tried to focus on the chemistry work that he had given her, but it pinged again a moment later. She scrambled to flip it back over, the screen shining in her face with one simple sentence. Sebastian: Maybe I’d rather be talking to you She shouldn’t be entertaining him. Her fingers flew across the keys against her will. Elsie: Fine. Come on over then. Shit. Did she just invite Sebastian into her room?! Those three little dots seemed to go on forever as she waited with her heart in her throat. Sebastian: Be right over. Double shit.

🤫 A secret project that you might be able to guess by this snippet:

Sebastian can still remember the day he lost you. Clear as day, he can still feel the weight of your broken body as he carried you to the hospital wing, your breaths shallow, your pulse slowly and steadily beating beneath his fingers. And when you were laid beneath the white sheets on that rickety cot, he refused to leave your side, even as Nurse Blainey tried to have him dragged back to his dormitory. He hadn’t expected to fall asleep, the exhaustion from battle, from saving you, catching up with him. And when his eyes opened, you were already gone. He hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye. Hadn’t told you that— Your funeral hardly did you justice, at least from the little he chose to pay attention to. Professor Black spoke of your recklessness, your friends sang your praises in a shallow light. It made him wonder how much they actually knew of you in the short time you were alive. If he had given a speech— But he couldn’t. A speech in honor of your life meant acknowledging your death. And he refused. You weren’t dead. You couldn’t be. He wouldn’t let you be.

Tagging: YOU! 🫵

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Presenting to you my writing cycle

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as soon as I saw these hairstyles by @pheexblack, I needed to try them on Natty ❤️

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Hogwarts Legace (fanart)✨

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The three stages of shipping.

Stage 1: NOW KISS

Stage 2: NOW FUCK

Stage 3: NOW BREAK EACH OTHER’S HEARTS AND THEN MEND THEM SLOWLY WHILE TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH REVERENT, TREMBLING HANDS

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"The first encounter with Dark Magic"

(And somewhere nearby Ominis is trying to interfere >:D )

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Distracting

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“abandonment issues girl x devoted til death boy” trope my beloved

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Garreth: Will there be sausage rolls?

Sebastian [sobbing uncontrollably]: Th- There-

Garreth [louder]: Sebastian. Your sister's funeral. Sausage rolls?

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Meme inspo

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absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun

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alone in the common room🪄🐍

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Mc: I feel like I need to get some energy out

Sebastian, vibrating with want: I know a way-

Ominis, slapping him over the head with a newspaper: down! Bad boy! That’s improper!

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Took these well before the moon ones, but I've clearly been in an old Hollywood mood. Promise not all my pics will be black and white hahaha