#dark wizarding world

[stephentomwest]

Chapter 2: Unseen Wounds

The silence of the Gaunt family estate was suffocating. Even with the absence of Dementors, the cold here felt just as unrelenting, seeping into Ominis' bones like a poison. The tall, ancient walls of the estate loomed around him, their grandeur masking the decay beneath—both in the stone and in the bloodline it housed. This place was no home. It was a cage, as much as Azkaban had been. Perhaps more.

Ominis stood in the grand hall, his sightless eyes open but unseeing, his other senses alert to the faint echoes of footsteps that reverberated through the cold marble floors. The estate always seemed too large, too empty, the void filled only by the heavy weight of the family’s past—his past. The same past that had drawn him into the darkness he now feared.

His mother had said nothing when he’d returned. She had simply placed a cold hand on his shoulder, murmuring something about his “inevitable return” before retreating into her chambers. There had been no comfort in her words, just a reminder that he could never truly escape the Gaunt legacy. And now, after what had happened in the Forbidden Forest, he felt that legacy wrapping around him like a noose.

The memory of that night haunted him. He could still hear the crackle of dark energy, feel the earth trembling beneath his feet, sense the raw power that had surged between him and Sebastian. That power had been intoxicating—terrifying—but it was the aftermath that weighed on him the most. The creatures they had hurt, the sheer force they had unleashed, the way the forest itself seemed to recoil from the magic they had summoned. The Ministry had responded quickly, too quickly, and they had barely managed to escape.

But the worst of it wasn’t the spell. It was the look on Sebastian’s face afterward. The thrill. The hunger. Ominis could still feel it, lingering in the back of his mind like a shadow.

He shifted uncomfortably, tightening his grip on his wand, using it as a guide to navigate through the hall. Each tap of the wand against the marble floor echoed louder than the last, the rhythmic sound a stark reminder of the growing distance between him and Sebastian.

But it wasn’t just physical distance that had grown between them. It was something deeper, something Ominis had been trying to ignore for too long. He could feel Sebastian slipping away, being pulled deeper into the darkness that had always hovered around him. And Ominis… Ominis was terrified of being dragged down with him.

The door to his father’s study creaked open, and Ominis stepped inside, his heart heavy with a familiar dread. The scent of old parchment and dust greeted him, the heavy curtains blocking out whatever little light might have pierced the estate’s gloomy interior. He didn’t need to see his father to know he was there, sitting in the same stiff-backed chair, cloaked in his usual air of authority and disdain.

“Ominis.” His father’s voice was like a cold wind cutting through the room, filled with the same unyielding control that had shaped Ominis’ entire childhood. “You’ve returned at last.”

“I have,” Ominis replied quietly, his voice steady but lacking the strength he wished he could muster. He felt like a child again, standing before his father’s judgment, the weight of the family’s expectations pressing down on him.

There was a pause, and Ominis could hear the faint rustle of papers being set aside. His father’s presence felt larger than life, a towering shadow that filled the room. “And what have you brought back with you, Ominis? Trouble, I assume.”

The question lingered in the air, more accusation than inquiry. Ominis clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stand straighter, though his sightless eyes remained focused on the floor. “Nothing worth mentioning.”

“Nothing?” His father’s voice hardened, disbelief dripping from the word. “I find that difficult to believe. The Ministry was at our door this morning. Azkaban destroyed. A dangerous criminal on the loose. And you, Ominis, caught in the middle of it all. I warned you, did I not?”

“I didn’t—” Ominis began, but the words faltered, his throat tightening. He hadn’t wanted any of this. He hadn’t wanted to be dragged into Sebastian’s plans, into the darkness that seemed to follow him like a shadow. But how could he explain that? How could he justify his part in it?

His father stood, the creak of his chair echoing in the heavy silence. “You are a Gaunt,” he said coldly, stepping closer to Ominis. “Our bloodline is pure, strong. We do not consort with… dangerous influences.”

The implication was clear, and Ominis felt his chest tighten. Sebastian. His father had always hated Sebastian, had warned him time and time again to stay away from his friend. But Sebastian had been the only one who ever saw Ominis for more than just his family’s name, more than just a Gaunt. He had seen the person behind the bloodline, the one struggling to break free from the chains of tradition.

But now, even Ominis wasn’t sure who Sebastian really was anymore.

“You must end this,” his father continued, his voice low and commanding. “Cut ties with Sallow. He is dangerous, Ominis. He will destroy you.”

Ominis flinched at the finality in his father’s words. There was no room for argument, no room for doubt. His family had always seen the world in black and white, in purity and corruption. And to them, Sebastian was corruption.

“I won’t abandon him,” Ominis said, his voice softer than he had intended, but firm.

His father’s hand gripped his shoulder, tight enough to make Ominis wince. “You will do what is necessary. Your loyalty lies with your family, not with some misguided fool playing with powers he does not understand.”

Ominis swallowed, the guilt and confusion swirling in his chest. Was that what Sebastian was? A fool playing with powers he couldn’t control? Ominis wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to believe that there was still something good in Sebastian, something worth saving. But the memory of that night in the forest haunted him. The darkness had been so real, so tangible, and Sebastian had seemed… consumed by it.

“I’ve warned you once before, Ominis,” his father continued, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not bring shame to this family. Not again.”

The pressure on Ominis’ shoulder increased, and he knew the conversation was over. His father’s word was final. There was no room for debate, no room for negotiation. Ominis was expected to do what was right for the family. What had always been expected of him.

And yet, as his father released him and turned back toward his desk, Ominis stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest. His family’s expectations were suffocating, pressing down on him with a force he couldn’t escape. But so was the loyalty he felt to Sebastian.

How could he choose between them? How could he sever the bond that had kept him tethered to the only person who had ever truly seen him?

As he left the study and made his way back to his chambers, the weight of his father’s words echoed in his mind. “He will destroy you.”

Ominis knew, deep down, that his father wasn’t entirely wrong. Sebastian was dangerous. His obsession with power, with breaking the rules, with pushing the limits of magic—it was all spiraling out of control. But Ominis couldn’t just turn his back on him. Not after everything they had been through. Not after the choices they had made together.

But if he didn’t… he feared his father’s warning might come true.

The estate was quiet as Ominis sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing with the weight of it all. The Gaunt bloodline was a curse, binding him to a legacy of darkness and pride. But his friendship with Sebastian was its own kind of curse, pulling him deeper into a shadow he wasn’t sure he could escape.

And as the night stretched on, Ominis realized that no matter which path he chose, part of him would be lost forever.

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[alfabusa]

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We are fucking under attack.

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Sebastian: are you ready, my darling?

Sharon: I’m always ready with you by my side 🤍

[nostalgicacademia]

Welcome back to Hogwarts

[slavicdelight]

METANOIA

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life

Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder

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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.

His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.

Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.

Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.

As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.

"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.

She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”

Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.

The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.

After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.

It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.

As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.

"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.

"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.

“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.

As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."

As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.

Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.

As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.

One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."

"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."

Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"

In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.

One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.

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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡

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[saucybokchoy]

npcs for my new york vtm chronicle i drew 🦇🖤 this is the first batch of the first arch of the story :) i loveeee world building and making characters. it makes me so happy when my players enjoy them even tho they might just appear for one session lol 🖤 rip belladonna.. they get first pic privileges since they were the first kindred to die lol ⚰️ ooh i can yap abt them all day

[baldriantee]

dark Sebastian

[stephentomwest]

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Spell

The shadows of the Forbidden Forest seemed to stretch endlessly, twisting and curling like living things in the flickering light of my wand. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a constant reminder that this place had its own rules—rules I had always been so eager to break. I stood there, heart pounding, eyes locked on the clearing ahead, where Ominis waited, his pale face barely visible in the darkness.

We weren’t students anymore. We were free—graduates of Hogwarts, no longer bound by its strict codes and oppressive rules. That freedom, though, came with its own weight. And I was determined to prove something, not just to myself, but to the world. I had always known I was destined for more than the simple life they tried to shove down my throat.

"Ominis, are you ready?" I called out, my voice sharp with impatience. He stood with his back to me, his wand held loosely in his hand, as if he were already second-guessing everything. Typical.

"I’m not sure about this, Sebastian," he replied, his voice low, but I could hear the uncertainty. The hesitation. He was always so cautious, so worried about consequences. But I’d always been the one to push him, to show him the thrill of stepping beyond the lines drawn for us.

I moved closer, the undergrowth crunching beneath my boots. The Forbidden Forest was alive tonight, the trees whispering secrets to the wind, the creatures hidden in the dark watching us with quiet anticipation. I could feel the weight of it all, but it only fueled the fire burning inside me.

"Ominis," I said, my voice softer this time, as I stepped up beside him. "We’ve come too far to turn back now. You know that."

He didn’t respond immediately. His white, sightless eyes stared straight ahead, but I knew he could sense everything—every crackling leaf, every gust of wind. "This isn’t like the others," he finally said, his grip on his wand tightening. "The magic we’re about to use… it’s dangerous, Sebastian."

Dangerous. That word always sent a thrill through me. "Dangerous is where the fun begins," I quipped, trying to lighten the tension that hung between us. But Ominis wasn’t laughing. He never did when we reached this point—the point of no return.

I knelt down, pulling a small, worn book from my cloak—the one I had found buried deep in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. A book no one had touched in decades, maybe longer. The pages were filled with spells forgotten by time, spells that promised power beyond anything we’d ever known. And I wanted that power. Needed it.

I flipped through the pages quickly, my fingers brushing over the faded ink until I found what I was looking for. "Here," I said, turning the book toward him. "This is it. This spell… it’s going to change everything."

Ominis didn’t reach for the book. "You don’t even know what it does," he said, his voice tight with fear.

I smiled, though there was little warmth in it. "That’s the point, Ominis. We’re exploring magic no one else has dared to touch. We’re breaking free from all of it. Don’t you want that?"

He turned his head toward me, his pale eyes unfocused but full of the same doubt that had been gnawing at him since we stepped into the forest. "I just don’t think—"

"Stop thinking," I snapped, standing up and pushing the book into his hands. "Trust me, Ominis. You’ve trusted me this far. Don’t let fear stop you now."

I could see the battle in his expression. The war between loyalty to me and the fear of what we were about to unleash. It had always been like this—him, torn between doing what was right and following me into the unknown. And I’d always counted on him to follow. Because deep down, I knew he couldn’t resist it either.

"We do this together," I said, my voice steady, locking my gaze on him. "And when it’s over, we’ll be stronger than we’ve ever been. This magic… it’s not just a spell, Ominis. It’s power. Real power."

He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the book. But then, slowly, he nodded. "Together," he whispered.

I grinned, though there was something wild in it—something reckless. Together. That’s what I wanted to hear.

I took a step back, my wand raised, the incantation from the book already forming in my mind. The words were foreign, ancient, and they tasted like metal on my tongue as I began to speak them aloud. The wind around us picked up, swirling through the trees, and the forest itself seemed to react, the air growing colder, the shadows deeper.

Ominis followed my lead, his voice quieter but steady as he joined in the spell. The ground beneath us began to tremble, a low, deep rumble that vibrated up through my feet and into my bones. I could feel the magic building, rising like a storm about to break. It was intoxicating.

And then, with a final word, the spell was cast.

For a moment, there was nothing. Just silence. The wind stopped, the forest held its breath, and I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at Ominis, my pulse quickening with the anticipation of what was to come.

But then, the silence was shattered.

A blast of dark energy erupted from the ground between us, a swirling mass of shadows and light that spiraled upward into the sky. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once, a raw force of magic that twisted and writhed, as if it had a mind of its own. I could feel the pull of it, like gravity, dragging me closer, its power so strong it was almost overwhelming.

But something was wrong. I could see it in the way Ominis’ face twisted in pain, his hand clutching his wand as if trying to regain control. The force we had unleashed wasn’t stopping. It wasn’t contained.

"Ominis!" I shouted, trying to move closer to him, but the magic swirled between us, pushing me back. The ground split beneath my feet, tendrils of shadow lashing out, striking the trees, the creatures in the forest scattering in fear.

Ominis fell to his knees, his wand slipping from his grasp as he let out a strangled gasp. I could see it—the magic was tearing through him, through me. It was too much. Too powerful. We had gone too far.

The force of the spell expanded outward, a wave of energy that knocked me to the ground. The pain was sharp and sudden, but it was the sight of Ominis, crumpled and trembling, that made my stomach twist.

"No," I breathed, struggling to my feet, my wand shaking in my hand. "This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t—"

Before I could finish, a bolt of magic shot upward into the sky, lighting the entire forest in a brilliant, unnatural glow. The shockwave rippled out, and I heard the distant cry of magical creatures fleeing in panic, the forest itself groaning under the strain.

And then, in the distance, the unmistakable sound of alarms. Ministry alarms.

We had been found.

"Ominis!" I rushed to him, dropping to my knees beside his still form, my heart racing in my chest. His breathing was shallow, his face pale, but he was alive.

Barely.

The shadows still swirled around us, the remnants of the spell flickering like dying embers, but the damage had been done. And the Ministry would be here soon.

I looked down at Ominis, my chest tightening with a mixture of guilt and fear. I had pushed too hard. Taken it too far. But it was too late now.

This was the beginning of the end.

I stood up, my hand trembling as I gripped my wand, my eyes scanning the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. The thrill of power was gone, replaced by a sinking realization that we had crossed a line we couldn’t come back from.

And now, we had to face the consequences.

[milleeeeeee]

pt.98

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[alfabusa]

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[ylieke]

A Hogwarts Legacy MC, created by @eternal-fear, who managed to roleplay a villain in this innocent game: using Unforgivable Curses on regular basis, betraying friends to be locked in Azkaban and doing a lot of truly messed up stuff - a real fanfiction material.

[boblingoblin38]

I got the chance to work with Choopo on his Wizard101 Lore series and I'm extremely appreciative that I got the chance to help him on his quest.

It was a lot and I'm not done documenting yet, there's plenty of Arc 5 speculation going on and I'm interested to see where this EarthBorn plot point from the end of Selenopolis will take the Wizard next.

I'm also working on an overall for Mage The Ascension (from the line of World Of Darkness TTRPGs) that will allow you to play as a wizard from any angle or side of the Spiral, I'll make sure to post updates here.

(This currently infant pet-project will absolutely/most-definitely be free because I have no idea what kind of legalization surrounds both KingsIsle and WOD these days but it would still be fun to get the chance to play as a Wizard of the Spiral and even more so to shape a system to allow you to do exactly that)

Thank you for this opportunity, and I look forward to working on many future projects.

[seleneprince]

"I wonder what kind of sleepovers they have in Slytherin. Bet they spend the night worshipping the Dark Lord and preaching the importance of blood purity"

"Yeah, they probably just have silly tea parties and talk shit about the rest of us, those pompous snakes"

Meanwhile, the Slytherin dorms on a normal day:

(Spoiler: Pandora and Snape are the ones to suggest it everytime, and the rest of girls follow out of curiosity)