#hl ask

[karajluce]

Ask game time!

What does your MC sees in the Mirror of Erised?

Just write a comment or reblog. I'm very curious! :3

[iris0gardens]

Hey, Iris! Your hair has such a pretty shade of pink! It looks so beautiful! Are you using spells to make it pink? Were you born with it? Or do you dye it?

Have a nice day!

Iris smiled softly as she read the letter presented to her. With a second to think she then went ahead to explain.

"I was actually born with it. I come from a line of siren hybrids and my ancestors had some crazy genetic developments. Feel free to ask me more about them :) I dont mind!"

[rogerrrroger]

gordon and chell. wall-e and eva. you understand

THAT IS THE SMARTEST GODDAMN IDEA

[karajluce]

Sorry for late response....I have no words😭 Thank you so much, that's more cute then cuteness ever was! I never expect that! Helping by spending time and attention, I see! I like how Damien doesn't not go so much into the problem, instead he stays very calm - that's very helpful >.< I really don't know what so say! Ahhhhh!!!

Cookies for Damien! 🍪🍪 And a question too~ How does Damien prefer to help when friends come to him with a problem? (Like the fear of an upcoming exam, to make my ask more specific)

....here are more cookies🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Carel! Hi! Thank you for the cookies <3 Surprisingly, Damien let me have one this time around. It was delicious. And what a great question! Let's find out:

Someone was shaking Joa's shoulders. "I'm awake!" he stammered, his eyes bursting open. He peered down at where he'd been resting only to find a wet spot on his Potions textbook. Had he fallen asleep studying? Oh no, he'd fallen asleep studying! Joa's heart started pounding in his chest.

And then Joa remembered that someone had woken him. He swiveled around--not at all gracefully in his panicked state--to be greeted by golden-brown eyes, wide with concern.

"Oh! Good evening, Damien," Joa said, mussing with his hair, hoping he looked somewhat presentable.

Damien tilted his head. "Joa, it's morning."

"Oh no!" Joa exclaimed, leaping to his feet. His chair teetered back and clattered to the floor with a loud crack. He had fallen asleep studying! Oh no, what time was it? Had he missed his exam? Oh no, he couldn't afford to get a bad mark in Potions. He was already worried that Sharp was going to give him a detention for his terrible performance brewing the Dreamless Sleep Potion the other day. It hadn't even been the right color! "It's alright, Joa," Damien said. The timbre of his voice--low and honeyed--was soothing to the ear. He placed a hand on Joa's shoulder and patted it once, twice, three times. "It's early. You haven't missed class." Joa breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh." Damien peered at the desk Joa had been slumped upon, inspecting his space. "Ah, Potions. Worried about the exam today?" He brought a hand to the nape of his neck and rubbed furiously. Joa noted that Sebastian did something similar when he was nervous. Perhaps Sebastian and Damien had picked up on each other's mannerisms. Joa supposed that made a lot of sense. "Me too," Damien added, after he brought his hand back down to his side. "I'm nervous, too, that is." "Oh." Joa tried to school his expression, but his brows raised against his will. "Really?"

"Mhm," Damien replied. "Potions is more Sebastian's forte. I still struggle with it. In fact, I worry I'm going to fail the subject every day."

Joa honestly would have never guessed. "How do you work through that feeling?" he heard himself ask before he could censor himself. He flushed upon asking the question. Joa wasn't typically one to ask schoolmates--especially ones he didn't interact with all that much outside of class--for advice.

"That's a great question, Joa," Damien said through a laugh. "And honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I'm assuming you work through yours by furiously studying?"

Joa quirked a nervous smile. "How did you know?"

Damien picked up on the joke and merely chuckled in reply.

"You seem so calm right now though," Joa continued. He wanted to ask for some tips and tricks, but he didn't quite know what to say.

Luckily, he didn't need to know, for Damien somehow picked up on it anyway. "Well..." he began, "last night I spent time with friends. That helped a lot, I think. At least... it got my mind off of things." He inspected Joa up and down. "You know, you should give it a try." He glanced at his wrist watch and said, "We have a few hours until class. Why don't we go find Sebastian and get up to something before then? How are you at Wizard's Chess?"

Joa's face broke out into an exuberant smile. "Really? I'm excellent at that."

Damien grinned. "Good. I'm sure Bash is around here somewhere. Let's go find him!" He nodded his head and gestured for Joa to follow.

Joa could hardly believe it. What a start to the day! Maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

[celerydays]

✨ Commission for @silverxstardust ✨

Taking a bit of a break from their studies to practice some dancing (and maybe study the soft glow of the candlelight on each other's faces instead 🥺)

Thank you so much for trusting me with your commission! Seriously the cutest scenario 😭💗

[riddleswhcre]

Hi bub!!!

I was thinking experienced!reader X inexperienced!Ominis who secretly (pretty obviously actually) has a crush on her. When she then catches him in the undercroft touching himself while whispering her name, she decides to help him…

warnings: MDNI, characters are 18+, handjob, oral(m receiving) inexperienced!ominis x experienced!reader.

more.

a/n: ehehehe mar... i had so much fun writing this for you pookie! i hope you enjoy my first time writing ominis and i hope it's good!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

the quiet corridors of hogwarts carried an eerie stillness after dark, and the undercroft—hidden away from the prying eyes of the castle’s inhabitants—was a sanctuary that few knew existed. it was your sanctuary, a secret haven where you could gather your thoughts, away from the whispers and mundane chatter of daily life. recently, however, you’d noticed that someone else had taken to retreating here. ominis gaunt.

ominis had always intrigued you. he was reserved, with an air of refinement that stood out amidst the chaos of your peers. his pale eyes, though sightless, seemed to see through to one’s very soul. and though his demeanour was often stoic, you’d caught moments when he faltered in your presence—a slight flush of his cheeks, the way his hands fidgeted with his wand, or how his lips parted as if to speak only to close them again.

tonight, curiosity had brought you here earlier than usual, your steps light and deliberate as you descended into the secret chamber. you’d expected to find solitude but instead were met with a sound that made you pause mid-step. a low, muffled groan drifted from the corner of the room, a sound so intimate it made your breath catch. you stepped closer, heart pounding, and the sight before you rendered you motionless.

ominis stood near the stone wall, his back turned to you, one hand braced against the cool surface. the other hand moved with a rhythm that left no room for misunderstanding. his head was bowed, pale strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he whispered—your name. the sound of it, so soft yet laced with yearning, sent a shiver coursing through you. he hadn’t noticed your presence, too lost in his own world of desire.

your first instinct was to retreat, to give him privacy, but something rooted you in place. it wasn’t just the sight of him—vulnerable and utterly entranced—but the realisation that this carefully composed young man, who always seemed so composed and aloof, had been harbouring thoughts of you. it was intoxicating.

“ominis,” you called softly, your voice cutting through the silence.

he froze. his movements stilled, and his head whipped around in your direction, face pale with horror. “i… i didn’t hear you come in,” he stammered, his voice shaking as he adjusted his robes hastily, his hands trembling. “i… i didn’t mean…”

“it’s alright,” you said, stepping closer, your tone calm and deliberate. “you don’t need to explain anything.”

his lips parted, but no words came. his face was a mix of mortification and desperation, his pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson. you stopped a few steps away from him, giving him enough space to breathe but close enough that he could feel your presence.

“ominis,” you murmured, your voice softer now, almost coaxing. “you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”

“i… yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. his head bowed, and his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. “i’m sorry. i… shouldn’t have…”

“don’t apologise,” you interrupted gently, closing the distance between you. your hand reached out, brushing against his arm, and he flinched at the contact before stilling. “it’s alright, ominis. you don’t have to hide how you feel.”

his breath hitched, his sightless eyes turning in your direction as if trying to read your expression. you stepped closer still, your hand trailing up his arm to rest against his chest. his heart thundered beneath your palm, its rapid rhythm betraying his nervous anticipation.

“let me help you,” you offered, your voice low and inviting.

his lips parted in shock, his head shaking slightly. “you don’t have to…”

“i want to,” you assured him, your hand slipping to take hold of his. you guided him to sit on the edge of the cold stone bench, your movements deliberate yet gentle, giving him time to process. his breathing quickened, but he didn’t protest, his hands gripping the edge of the seat as if it were the only thing grounding him.

kneeling before him, you looked up, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and trembling lips. he was beautiful in his vulnerability, his usual composure stripped away to reveal the raw, unguarded man beneath. your hands moved to the folds of his robes, fingers deft as you unfastened the fabric to reveal the source of his tension. his body responded to your touch, the evidence of his longing plain and unyielding.

you let your fingers trail along his length, exploring him with an almost reverent curiosity. he gasped at the contact, his hips jerking slightly as his hands gripped the bench tighter. “relax,” you whispered, your tone soothing as you leaned forward, your breath ghosting over him.

your lips brushed against him, tentative at first, testing his reaction. his entire body tensed before relaxing into the sensation, a low groan escaping his lips. encouraged, you took him further, your tongue tracing over his cock in deliberate, slow motions. you relished the way his breathing hitched, how his head tilted back, and the quiet murmurs of your name that spilt from his lips like a chant.

you kept your movements measured, savouring each reaction you drew from him. your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, complementing the rhythm of your lips as you alternated between soft, teasing touches and firmer strokes. his hips shifted slightly, his body seeking more of the pleasure you were so expertly offering.

“you feel incredible,” you murmured between motions, your voice low and filled with heat. your words seemed to drive him further into his haze, his fingers flexing against the bench as if he were trying to maintain control.

“i… i don’t…” he started, his voice trembling, but the words dissolved into a gasp as you shifted your angle, focusing your attention on the places that made him shudder the most. “please…” he whispered, his tone pleading, though even he didn’t seem certain of what he was asking for.

“i’ve got you,” you reassured him, your free hand reaching up to intertwine with his. the touch grounded him, his grip tightening as he surrendered completely to the sensations. you could feel the tension in his body building, the way his breathing grew more erratic, and the soft, desperate noises escaping his lips became more frequent.

but you didn’t rush. instead, you took your time, prolonging his pleasure as you explored every inch of him with your tongue and hands. the air was thick with the sounds of his laboured breaths and the quiet murmurs of your name. when you finally quickened your pace, it was with purpose, each movement calculated to push him closer to the edge while still holding him there, teetering in that delicious state of anticipation.

“you’re doing so well,” you praised, your voice like a soothing balm against the intensity of his experience. his entire body trembled under your touch, his head tilting back as he let out a broken moan.

finally, when you sensed he couldn’t hold back any longer, you pushed him over the edge, your movements unrelenting as you guided him through the climax. his release came in shuddering waves, his body arching as he let out a raw, unguarded groan. you stayed with him, your touch gentle as you eased him back down, your hand stroking soothing patterns along his thigh.

as his body stilled, you lowered your hand, brushing your fingers lightly against his tip. a glistening trace of him lingered on your skin, and before he could react, you brought your finger to your lips, letting your tongue dart out to taste him. the heat in his cheeks deepened, his breath catching audibly.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

a sly smile curved your lips. “tasting you,” you said simply, your tone carrying a playful edge. you leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “you’re sweeter than i expected.”

his jaw slackened, and he swallowed hard, his fingers tightening their grip on the bench as if he weren’t sure what to do with himself. “i… i didn’t know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder.

you reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face, your touch lingering. “there’s a lot you don’t know, ominis,” you teased gently. “but i’m more than happy to teach you.”

when it was over, he slumped against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. you sat back on your heels, watching him with a soft smile as you adjusted his robes back into place, your fingers lingering briefly on his trembling hands. his cheeks were still flushed, his expression a mix of exhaustion and wonder as he turned his sightless gaze in your direction.

“thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but sincere.

you reached out again, this time cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “anytime, ominis,” you replied, your voice gentle but laced with a promise. the connection between you, once unspoken, now felt undeniable.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭

[girl-named-matty]

Sebastian Sallow x Reader Headcanons

He leaves you for Slytherin's Spellbook and the Relic

[iatnen]

Daniel and seb doing keg stand?? 👀

HELL YEAH

Ft. Amit and Ominis

Tbh I don’t see Ominis being in a frat (unless you guys disagree)…… But here he is as a bonus

[choccy-milky]

clora with @lamieboo's dahlia💛🩵 i had to draw them together as soon as i saw dahlia was yellow and blue, bc their colour schemes are kinda the same, just inverted (and u all know how i love my opposites LMAO)

[freakinglegs]

We KNOW what they were doing in those vents dude don’t lie to me

[callmegaith]

Anon, I could never not like Barney!! I love him in all shapes and forms. I just hate hl2 as a whole 🥰 (/j fanbase dont @ me) speaking of shapes!!

I don't think my take on hl2 Barney differs from most the fandom. Age has claimed him and time has forgotten him. He's out of shape, can't be bothered (what 20 years without the bf does to a man) He's greyed, tired. Lost many of his sharp shapes. He's no longer the security guard who's helmet and vest felt too big for him. He's become an uncelebrated survivor, not a grand hero like Gordon, but just an old man who is beaten, but still hopes to see the sun of tomorrow, even if he has to fight for it.

Instead of triangles, like his younger self, he's built of circles, softer shapes, with just enough sharpness to show he still hasn't lost his edge and he's still got fire in him 🥰

So here's both Barneys side by side.

[karajluce]

Another MC ask, this one may not be for everyone:

The dice are ready, the character sheet is in front of you. The name is already on the freshly printed paper, which promises a new adventurous campaign. The decision is yours....

What class would your MC have as a D&D character?

Bonus: What are their strongest attribute (Strength, Intelligence, Wisdom, Constitution, Dexterity or Charisma)?

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Joa is a bard (he truly is, as I play him in D&D) and surly not the only one here - am I right? His strongest attribute is charisma ofc!

[brookah-art]

Gordon and Alyx kissing dumb sloppy style? that true? i certainly hope not

oh it’s true buddy. pal.

[internetskiff]

Brother rly went "so yeah about that beer :)" immediately followed by implying he had (and still has) to beat at least a couple of people to maintain his position in Civil Protection. Really creates way more questions than it answers. What did u do Barney Calhoun. Is beating people up all it takes? Is there innocent blood on his hands? Is there weight on his conscience? Despite everything, did he still partake in the perks the position offered, the better housing, the extra food? How trusted is he in the resistance, really? It's probably well known that he still has to participate in the Combine's oppressive system, right? They can't all possibly view it as a completely necessary evil. I mean, some rebels hate Odessa Cubbage and his only crime seems to be "being an idiot".

Okay completely unrelated train of thought now but I wonder if he smuggles the melons Kleiner feeds to Lamarr. You can see some watermelons in a Civil Protection outpost/apartment so I assume that's one of the "better" foods the Combine provide to those that serve them. Goddd there's so much to this guy but it's all implication.. Wish he had more screentiiiiiiime I wanna see more of him. I wanna see what he's had to do to maintain cover, and what he's actually done to earn the Resistance's trust. How do the rebels feel, knowing that while they have to take shelter in the canal system, he's able to sleep in an actual apartment with an intact door?

[halflifebutawesome]

MAY 16, 200-

[tobisaw]

also extremely specific, but barney with his BLUSHFT california vanity plate (inspired by a post by @barneycalhounofficial) and/or gordon with a matching one that says GOLDSRC!

Drawing Gordon is so funny because at first he looks like a teenage boy and then you slap a beard on him and he’s like 30