#heylorrainart

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“ His eyes held a touch of sadness and hope, and her hair was the shade of strawberry lemonade in the sun.”

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I…. Needed….To…. Sketch…..him…..🐍

I know those are not canines but looked cool tho 👉👈 @butternutt613 you’re a genius! 😩

[also huge thanks to @ravenwind-75 for re blogging it 🤣 it was the best thing I never knew I need it on my timeline… I’m still not over it 😩🫠]

Ominis having sharp canines as a genetic trait due to the ability to speak parseltongue gives me life

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WHAT A WAY TO WAKE UP @ravenwind-75 You finally broke the wall that had me hating him sm ("hate" is a strong word, but you get me heheh ) 💙🤍

This one is for you after the masterpiece you wrote about Sebastian + Indigo.

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Cinnamon Roll Oms ✨🫶

From X

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She does this once in a while at her quidditch practices …

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After two weeks working on Lorrain’s falling animation ( only took me 159 layers 😩😮‍💨 ) it’s finally done!!!! 💓🙇‍♀️🫶✨ I heard this audio a month ago and I decided to set my goal to put it on an “everyday” situation. I honestly can’t believe I finish it 😭😭😭

Notes:

👉 To everyone who animates… my respects 🫡 you’re my hero.

👉 Lorrain’s falling animation base is from Toaru Kagaku ( op.4 second 14 to 17 )

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“We shouldn’t be doing this”

“But here we are…” 

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👉Drew this while playing "One of the girls" by The Weeknd on repeat. Special thanks to a -certain Discord server- for deluluing the bast few days about this ✋🧨🔥😫

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From “the killing of a hummingbird”

It’s still a writing wip.

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If I could melt your heart (We'd never be apart)

Give yourself to me (We'd never be apart)

---- Image reference from Nosferatu: 🧛‍♂️⚰️

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Part 1. Part 2 Part 3

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Continuation of this post.

A soft and tranquil moment for this two hummingbirds.

Special thanks to @libellule-ao3 and her comment that inspired this piece:

...it does not make her any less whole (just as his blindness doesn’t make him any less complete) ❤️‍🩹🫂✨

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"𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒴𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁" - 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 #𝟕

“Are you sure we won't get in trouble for being here?” I asked in a low voice, trying to tiptoe but my heels were making it impossible. 

“Well… No. Maybe?… technically we shouldn't.” Ominis whispered, leading the way through Hogwarts forgotten corridors, his wand being the only source of light around us. 

“Technically? Well that’s comforting” 

Finally, we stumbled upon a partially open wooden door, blackened with age and adorned with floral carvings. Ghosts floated lazily in and out, their laughter echoing off the walls. They wore elegant, puffy dresses reminiscent of medieval times. Ominis ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his nerves betraying him as he cleared his throat with a nervous energy. He then extended his arm towards me, a glint of excitement shining in his bright eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked eagerly, his voice with both confidence and anticipation.

“Wha-here?” I hesitantly took his arm, not fully understanding where he was taking me. But without any further explanation, we descended down a narrow staircase. A ghostly figure appeared before us, its ethereal form nearly translucent against the dim lighting. With a subtle inclination of his head, Ominis signaled for the apparition to part the rich green velvet curtain. As it slid open, it revealed a sight that took my breath away:

Spectrums chatted, danced and swirled to the haunting melodies played by a ghostly orchestra, in the center of what appeared to be, a grand ballroom. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting eerie scenes and a pale chandelier casted a ghostly glow over the space. In one corner, a large table was set with decaying and rotting food, barely illuminated by flickering ghostly candles.

"Welcome to the Deathday Ballroom," Ominis said proudly, lowering his wand and releasing my arm as I stepped forward, completely mesmerized by the scene before me. My eyes were drawn to a nervous almost trembling ghost, off to the side, mustering up the courage to ask a lady ghost for a dance. I stood there, taking in every detail of this hauntingly beautiful moment. It seemed this ghost had been trying to work up the nerve for quite some time now.

“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Ominis whispered, approaching me from behind.  

“I hope so… he seems so nervous” I giggled. 

"It can be nerve-wracking to ask someone for a dance, you know" Ominis mused with understanding. 

Turning around I realized Gaunt was holding a candle, a real one, and the ghosts had made some room around us. Seeing his intentions I immediately protested:

“I-I’m not much of a dancer… Ominis” I could feel the blush spreading throughout my face, reaching my ears.

“May I be the judge of that tonight?” 

He stretched out his hand. I took it immediately, almost in reflex, mentally scolding myself for being so easily drawn in. With a charming smile, he pulled me closer and proceeded to explain

“If we manage to dance without the candle blowing out that’ll mean we’re- erm- … good dancers indeed” his words almost tripping over each other as he finished the sentence. 

“More likely a sign that you two are destined to be with each other, but sure you can go with the dancing theory too, my friend” A ghost yelled from across the room, his partner playfully punched him on the shoulder, trying to quiet him down. We both chuckled at the interruption, but I couldn't help wondering if there was some truth in those words. 

Ominis made a graceful, sweeping motion with his wand, illuminating the candle and placing it delicately between our hands. The music began to play a hauntingly beautiful melody, signaling the start of our dance. Ominis' steps were precise and deliberate, each movement calculated and elegant as he led me through a simple yet intimate ballad. All around us, I could see every ghost clapping and cheering with excitement. Some even joined us on the dance floor, drawing some attention away from us - a relief for which I silently thanked Merlin.

My eyes darted around nervously, avoiding Ominis' blind gaze at all costs. It was ironic that he couldn't physically see, yet I was terrified of him seeing right through me, exposing all of my insecurities and flaws. Was I dancing terribly? Will our candle burn out? and why did I suddenly care so deeply about the words of that ghost?

“Lorrain, what is it that you are looking for? I’m right here” He finally spoke. I was certain he could sense my nervousness, my breath came out in rapid bursts as we continued to dance inevitably getting closer to each other. 

“I-I’m sorry it’s just…” My words stumble out, no filter left to shield me from his piercing gaze.”The attention, the stares, the dance. Maybe this was a mistake, letting you bring me here”

“Mmm is that so? What is it that unsettles you most?”

“Their eyes on us…on me”

“Close your eyes then.” His simple suggestion seemed so childish to me. 

“What if I close them? They won’t be able to see me?” I mocked, trying to mask my fear.

“Precisely”.

“Really? just like that?” I thought to myself. I followed his advice and closed my eyes tightly shut. In this darkness, I felt strangely safe and vulnerable at once. I gave in to the rhythm, trusting him to guide me. Every step, every turn, was an act of surrender.

Fear still gripped at me as we moved around the room, always on the edge of colliding with something. But I held onto him, feeling a newfound trust and connection. The music picked up pace and my mind screamed for me to open my eyes, but I squeezed them tighter and let out a deep breath. Allowing my body to relax and trust in his lead. And as we continued to dance, our movements became more fluid and synchronized. 

I inched closer to him, feeling the warmth of his shoulder against my cheek, finally relaxing as we continued to swirl, the music almost reaching its ending.

When it finally did, I slightly pulled away, close enough to feel his breath on my skin, my heart still pounding from the thrill of being in his arms.

I peaked with my left eye, seeing the candle still flickering between our hands, a small flame enduring in the darkness. 

“Thank you for guiding me”

“Thank you for trusting me” 

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👉 Huge thanks to @leaping-toadstool-caps for taking the time on doing the Yule Ball dynamic and ofc my @ravenwind-75 for reminding me of it! 😂😅 👉 Hear me out: I know this is not exactly AT the Yule Ball but it happens during it... They said hello, drank a bit of butterbeer and left...hope this still counts! hehehe 🥹

👉 Lorrain was originally created for a Yule Ball oneshot, that eventually became her entire story-lore-background-everything she is now, so this event means a lot. 💓

👉 Have you seen the ghost that is trying to ask another lady ghost for a dance in the game???? they're the cutest! 🥹

👉 The song playing while they danced is this master piece:

👉 Also, Crimson Peak references anyone? 🤲❤️‍🔥

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" No one has ever cared for me As much as you do

Your love is therapy No drug can give me clarity As much as you do I need you here "

🎼: Scary Love by The Neighbourhood

Just a little scene from my fic from chapter 14.

"Ominis beared a map of pain on his back, on his arm, Lorrain's zodiac sign. As for Lorra, she carried his marks on her shoulder, not knowing why. A constellation of moles that mirrored his own. Small reminders of his presence always by her side"

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what are you doing to my brain @ravenwind-75 ilysm

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TW: All of them. Mainly Infertility issues.

The damaged one from Lorrain to Ominis

I feel at a trial, my nails digging on my knees.  waiting for your harsh and inevitable verdict. before I rot in your oblivion.  I can feel our thin red thread fraying. As I wait for your response,  for the first time, I can’t read you. It 's already dusk. Your silence speaks volumes.  And Gods, I don’t blame you,  How could I ever?  I’m a broken woman, if that’s even what I am. Forgive me for being this way, for in every lifetime I'll waste your gift. I wish I could carry, hug, kiss, the fruit of our love. I’m sure they would have had your eyes, those two precious stars I’d always loved. I wish I wasn’t broken.  I wish I could’ve been normal.  But I’m not.  I feel your longing for fatherhood.  I wish I could give it to you.  To grant your yearning, I really wish I could. I hate myself for not being able to.  Around us, families are growing,  Their legacies expanding,  We are the consenting uncle and aunt But that’s all we are.  That’s all I will ever be, I’ve poisoned my body in silence,  Trying twisted ways to give you  what you cry in secret. But nothing has worked.  I wish my womb could be a home,  even if it’s just one time,  One chance is all I dream of.  But I know it won’t happen.  I feel at a trial, my nails digging on the table.  waiting for your answer.  Out of all your options, why did you choose me? The broken one,  The damaged one.

From Dusk to Dawn from Ominis to Meva Lorra.

I feel you distant,  What has made you think you can only tell me your sorrows when you’re at your breaking point? I’m in disbelief, not because of the news I’ve long known but because you’ve carried them alone What made you think I wouldn’t be willing to carry them with you? It 's already dusk. I can hear your teeth grinding,  your foot stomping repeatedly on our floor What made you think I’ll agree to what you’re asking me? Between you, and the rest of the world,  I’ll always choose you, whatever that path is, wherever it leads,  before anything and anyone, there’s always you.  I feel your head turn every time we pass crowds,  your eyes landing on the little ones,  running and laughing, and I might be blind but, What made you think I cannot see through you?  There’s nothing to be fixed,  because there’s nothing broken,  What made you think that women  are only the ones who bring life into this world? I feel your longing for motherhood, I know you’ve felt mine as well. But I do not wish it if it’s not with you. I beg you, don’t feel like an intruder when we’re around others.  I feel you sinking, your light disappearing.  We are the consenting aunt and uncle,  and I’m fine being just that, with you. We could travel the world, alone together and have that bothy in the woods you’ve always wanted. Stay out late waiting for the mooncalf to do their dance,  and don’t do the dishes ‘till Monday. Fine, I’ll let you teach me how to ride a broom,  only if you let me teach you how to cook. I crumble at night because of what you’re doing to yourself, your body doesn’t deserve nothing but cherish and love, your entire being is sacred and ethereal to me,  What made you think I’ll want to change anything from it?  I’ll walk by your side, every step of the way,  If you stop, I’ll squeeze your hand and wait for whenever you’re ready If you lay down, I’ll lay down next to you and humm that melody you enjoy so much. I’m not moving, even if it rains or snows inside you,  because your hands are mine to hold,  your lips are mine to kiss,  your body,YOU, the only delight in this world I crave all day everyday.  I feel like you’re gone, spiraling down your thoughts,  come back to me, please,  There’s nothing to choose from, it has always been You. The kind woman,  The lovin woman.  I'll be with you, every dusk and every dawn of our lifes I'll hold you when things go wrong I'm right here.

Reference from sketches on my pinterest as always

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Channeling stuff.

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✨Nobody’s son, Nobody’s daughter.

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👉 all references used here

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“Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus”

Also just gotta love angry Ominis