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WHAT IS UP WITH THE HOGWARTS LEGACY FANDOM?????????????

I am so fucking fed up with this fandom & honestly it makes me lose any desire to post anything here anymore.

So many people here look at EVERYTHING as a damn competition and it’s NOT. It should be a place for people to brainrot together, talk about theories, and enjoy seeing what other people draw and write etc. Have I sometimes felt insecure bc I don’t get as many notes as other people?! Yes of course…but I always focus on the connections and the lovely people I’ve met and like talking to bc that’s why I post in the first place. I didn’t spend 4 months posting my fic to 10 kudos and 1 comment with basically no feedback bc I care about popularity😆😆

I’ve never been part of a fandom before this one but honestly everything feels so immature here, especially lately. Is it NORMAL to send hate to people who interpret the characters differently than you?! Or send hate to people who ship something you don’t like???? Is it NORMAL to start a confessions blog that’s for people to vague post about others & give everyone reading it anxiety??? (And NO, it’s not “leveling the playing field” wtf). Is it NORMAL to be so close minded, that you’re always trying to start shit with other people?!!??

It is SO FUCKING EXHAUSTING & honestly I try my hardest to NOT feed into any negativity and I’ve never posted the hate I’ve gotten because quite frankly, it’s ridiculous.

I genuinely love seeing what all of you post and always try to comment when I have the mental energy, because I love having a sense of community and you’re all very talented.

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A nice memory of Ominis with his aunt Noctua. Or at least his voice...

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"I don't like that people are only writing this Thing I don't like"

my brother in christ open a word document then

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rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

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Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses

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Here’s a small seasonal Sebinis drabble 🍂

Autumn has arrived so suddenly. Just days ago, it seems, they’d been swimming in the warm sea, jumping over the waves and sunbathing. 

Now, the sky hangs grey and heavy, and a biting chill lingers in the air. Leaves fall from the trees, sad and dry, crunching under their feet as they walk.

Sebastian sighs and kicks at a fallen leaf.

Ominis complains about the cold, so Sebastian hands him his scarf. Now Ominis has two—one he wraps around his neck, the other he pulls higher to cover his nose and mouth. He looks ridiculous but also cute. Ridiculously cute!

When Sebastian says so aloud, Ominis pulls down the scarf and plants a kiss on Sebastian’s cheek. The spot where Ominis’s lips touch burns so much that Sebastian wonders if there is steam rising from his ears.

He decides that autumn is, without question, his favourite season.

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Chapter 20 of Making Some Sense of This is out now

Poppy and Isobel finally clear up their miscommunication from chapter 17

When we landed outside the sanctuary, I took Poppy’s hand and led her inside. The snidgets chirped and flew around us, a couple landing on Poppy’s shoulders and head as we walked through to the picnic I had set up. There was a blanket on the floor atop some of the salvaged pelts that were less desirable for clothes and candles scattered around the picnic site. “Oh, this is beautiful…”

‘Go look in the snidget nest.’

I sat on the blanket and started unloading the picnic I’d packed from my bag while she retrieved the envelope from the tree. Poppy sat beside me, examining the sketch on the back of the envelope. “This is beautiful… I can’t open it, I’m too afraid to ruin the picture.” She held the envelope out to me and I sighed before carefully opening it for her and handing back, making sure the picture remained undamaged. “Thank you… Oh, why is the envelope glowing?” Poppy took the letter out before seeing the brooch sitting at the bottom of the envelope. She gasped and pulled out the brooch, dropping the letter and envelope to stare at her new lover’s eye. “This is… You made me one of your eye! Oh bell, I thought- I was so worried- I thought you didn’t love me… How could I have ever thought that?” There were tears pooling in the corners of her eyes which I quickly wiped away with my sleeve before hugging her. She returned the hug, burying her face in my shoulder. “How long have you been planning this?”

I picked up the letter and tapped her arm to let go, handing it to her when she did. She started reading, looking back at the brooch in her hand every few seconds as though she didn’t believe it was real. “You started this before Anne died… I’m so stupid, I really thought…”

I was very alarmed and concerned. What have I done to make her feel that way? ‘Why did you think I didn’t love you?’

“Well… When we went to Hogsmeade a couple weeks ago, you said… May I?” she held her hands out, asking for my book, and I gladly handed it over. “It was a while ago so… Ah, here. “I made some compromises for Anne so please don't assume we're…” I thought… you meant that I was a compromise…”

I practically snatched the book from her hands. ‘No no no, that’s absolutely not what I meant! See here, just before that.’ I pointed at the line before. ‘I mentioned that Anne and I came back to the house for… things my religion doesn’t allow before marriage. That was the compromise.’

“Oh… OH! I didn’t even realize that!”

I covered my quickly reddening face and when I peeked out between my fingers, Poppy was doing the same, mumbling something high pitched and incoherent.

“Helga’s grace, I’m so sorry.”

I took a hand from my face to write back.

‘I’m sorry too.’

“I can’t believe we missed each other so badly.”

…

We stared at each other before both bursting out into fits of laughter. “Merlin’s pants, I took you saying we weren’t going to be intimate as “I don’t love you” that’s atrocious!” It took a few minutes for our laughter to subside. 

I took a deep breath to regain my composure. ‘With that out of the way, would you mind doing this charm on my brooch so we can match?’ I held out the page I had copied the spell onto and my unenchanted brooch. 

“Of course, magpie. I’ll make sure it’s the shiniest thing in the room wherever you go.”

We spent hours there after that, having lunch then staring up at the snidgets flying overhead. I drew Poppy and she spent so much of the evening staring at her brooch, watching its unending glow.

Chapter 19 art

Master List

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I've seen that a lot of blogs in the fandom have recently deactivated, many for reasons I do not know. For one, I hope they are okay and doing well. But to every content creator in this fandom, small, big, posts a lot, doesn't, or maybe doesn't even post at all--you matter. Even if you don't feel like you contribute much, you matter. You're still engaging in content, you're still supporting creators. And creators, it sucks to not get your work recognized but please know that you matter.

And if you've received hate recently, I'm so sorry. It's never fun. But please know that we still care. ❤️❤️

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if you hateloved my last one let me tell you about the other wips. solomon nurses anne back to health repeatedly, only to poison her again and nurse her back again, blurring the lines between compassion and cruelty until he doesn’t know if he’s a guardian or a tormentor. sebastian uses the pensieve in the undercroft and revisits past moments so much that he avoids reality entirely. the memories start degrading, and he’s forced to confront whether to live in a decaying mirage or face a life where anne is gone. garreth relies on felix felicis so much, feeling only the “best” version of himself when using it. when it wears off, he feels empty and unable to recognise himself. sebastian takes a vow of magical silence, refusing to cast spells after causing solomon’s death. ominis repeatedly obliviates himself of sebastian, his past love, only to encounter fragments of memories in random objects, locations, etc. each time he finds a piece of their erased relationship, it feels like a new raw wound. due to a failed spell, natty becomes trapped in her animal form. as time passes, her human memories fade, and she battles the instinct to succumb to her animal nature. a spell intended to rejuvenate backfires, causing headmaster black to age backwards mentally but not physically, having him face the reality of losing his autonomy—

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Dropping a background again.

It's free for anyone to use as long as you tag me

Snidget sanctuary

I'm kinda weirdly sad that no one has taken me up on using the free backgrounds I post yet

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I would say that I’m not good at colouring. BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE. 50s/60s au

Here’s the reference

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Sallow Twins 🖤

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I posted these ages ago but I was new to tumblr then so… have some cool perspective sketches of Caira, the MC of one of my original book projects

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Tori being extra

Tori: hey my Omi!

Ominis: pls stop calling me Omi

Tori: oi come on, give me a hug! Give some love to your friend!

Ominis: Merlin pls strike me

Tori: NATTYY MY BESTIEEE! Extra kudos for you because you're underappreciated, and that's saddd 🥺

Natty: umm thanks I guess?

Tori: omg crush! Act normal Vittoria 👀 heyyy what are you doing, my sweet thinggg?

Poppy: how did you just call-

Tori: BUTTERFLIESSSS! I LIKE THIS ONE!

Poppy: how many coffees have you already drunk?!