#hogwarts legacy confessions

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

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PS. Profiting off of AI is not cool :)) have a wonderful day!

Welp.

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[myokk]

They’re holding hands🥹💓

[trappezoider]

Dampness cooled the skin of Ominis' neck. He grazed the underside of Sebastian's eye with his thumb and found more moisture there. They hadn't gotten far from Hogsmeade – Ominis could tell by the layout his wand revealed to him. With the exception of someone spewing out their drinks a couple of blocks down into the town, there were hardly any people around. So, Ominis did what he had wanted to do for a long time, for the past six years, in fact. He turned his head, meeting the tip of his nose with Sebastian's, arched himself to the side and finally, at last, he kissed him.

[lilac-ravenclaw]

The Picnic

Some art from my short story, can be found here if you would like to read it! It’s a sweet little story about my Raven and Sebastian during the summer before their sixth year.

Story Link 🧺

[artebris]

Sudden Ominis Confession

My tumbrl line suddenly exploding with: Dominis or Ominis?

Me: I am surely just a humble ant, but I have a damn nobody-cares opinion.

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Ominis is a shy, good, kindhearted, very mistrustful, closed and highly traumatized young man, afraid to lose dear and close people to him, who are counted to ones, but not that afraid not to do the right thing. He is both timid, just and brave. Not enough from both sides to confidently claim a pure and one-direct description. It is a very complicated character. He experienced great pain and loss. He is not about all that bullshit.

Though. On the other hand, he has his roots. Gaunt’s roots. Which are mixed with this kind and timid personality of a dreamer and trickster. Anger bursts, authority, inheritance of a Gaunt are in his blood, whether everyone likes it or not. He showed it not for once officially, he can be quite dominant, when the situation claims it, usually if he is scared and feels his privacy endangered. Not like it actually has a direct consequence. Ominis is like a fluffy bee, showing his sting, but never actually sting you. He is defending himself, but he can do it.

In a regular situation when Ominis is comforted and keeping easy with a person, he is a shy, kindhearted, timid and playful boy, as we meet him in the Common Room as Slytherins. That meeting tells about him more than it is shown, it is actually his true face. Kind, a bit mischievous and playful, tricky, posh.

He loves a trick, but it is never evil.

If he can dominate someone, it can be done after a very, very long time!

And if it happens, it more than sure, that it is just in a playful type of a thing. A game. A power exchange to let his partner (whoever that is, woman, man, whatever who can make him happy), to relax from the usual role.

To my taste, he prefers to be a bottom most of the time. But he can be dominant, greedy and wild sometimes and with someone’s he trusts wholesome, to also let the one he loves to feel calm and relaxed. To let it all go when needed. Cover with love and demanding, with protection and care, when you need it most. He can do it, but does not prefer it, because usually he is a person, who needs this protection himself.

Perhaps, if it is actually a true love, it is a thing in common, to care about each other, to exchange, not to put up a sign saying “you are this and no other.” I hate signs put up. The world is a flexible thing, the sexual energy is a flexible thing. And as a former worker in the industry of a performance, as a shibari-switch, model and master, I can confirm, that power exchange is hell of a healthy thing. Not even sexually. It helps keeping both, bottom and dominant sane and aware of how the other feels. No matter how much you are in charge, you need a break from time to time, a moment to feel weak.

To conclude. Ominis is a bottom naturally. But if he trusts you, if he needs and loves you, he can serve a dominance you need in a playful, non-serious way, just to make you feel good, wanted and belonged to him.

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Because he cares.

[aestheticworld99]

"In the quiet of night, under the moon's watchful eye, the Ravenclaw ponders the mysteries of existence. Curiosity fuels a quest for immortality, a longing to unravel the enigma of life and death."

Request here

[4ever2000lover]

I confess: I don’t like the idea of Dark Wizard or Evil Sebastian. It doesn’t make any sense to me! He probably can be an asshole, but it’s faaar from getting worst than that. Besides, what he would get with this? Power? He never seemed to be interested in that! Prejudice against muggles-borns? Hell no! Revenge? For what? Rookwood is already dead! And If we don’t turn him, why he would be mad at us? Maybe, just maybe, he can blame us for letting him been too much hopeful about cure his sister and ended up getting him crazy about that and occasionally his uncle’s death. But still, it’s not enough to make him turn into a Big Hot Cruel Evil Dark Wizard as you all think he can be! He is not smart enough for that, not even a bad person for that! He’s just a kid, after all…

(I know most of you just Iike this because it makes him look hot, I know! I don’t judge tho, I also like that I’m just being realistic here)

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #73

*MC being caught leaving the Undercroft*

Ominis: Hello, Sebastian. ...Wait.

MC, thinking: Crap. Quick, use the Disillusionment! Wait, no, he's BLIND, that won't do anything!

Ominis: You there. I can hear you!

MC: O-oh, hello, Ominis! Nice evening for a stroll, right?

Ominis: I recognize that voice... You're the new fifth-year.

MC, thinking: Play dumb.

MC: Who's new?

MC, thinking: Not THAT dumb!

[spaceyaceface]

Love Confession Blurbs Masterlist

Sebastian Sallow

"don't make me say it. i can't say the words." "there isn't anything i wouldn't do for you/i'm so sorry you found out this way" "i've loved you since the moment i first laid eyes on you." "for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence." "are you really so oblivious?" "please... say something." "i can't pretend anymore." "you are all i can think about/i dream of you. all i do is dream of you." a glance into the future platonic forehead kisses start to give you the feels

Ominis Gaunt

"for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence." "after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am." "i am so very in love with you." "it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."

it takes a loss to win wanting to do things for them "cut the bullshit, tell me the truth." "were you ever going to tell me?" absent-mindedly playing with their hair them running into your arms

Garreth Weasley

"we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you a lifetime."

[polly-sly]

The ending 💔🙏🏻

I want to read a fic with this scene *~*

Another TikTok from Azithrael with the backstory for one of her amazing artworks 👏🏻

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

I'm really scared to say this out loud since I feel that I will be crucified for this opinion...but, I really wish people would post more about their MCs as their own person/character than simply being a love interest to the NPCs. Sure yeah, NPCs like Seb and Omi are insanely popular that everyone wants a piece of them but I found it super duper frustrating to come across posts of an MC I found cute but said MC's existence is practically defined as being a NPC's love interest. Give me more screenshots/artworks/fics/posts of your MC being the absolute menace to the Highlands. Show me your MCs in action shot like the powerful untempered legend they would have become with years, experience and practice. Let me read your MC incorrect quotes showing their life at Hogwarts. Show me their fashion preference and why they prefer those. What do they do when visiting Hogsmeade (that is not a date with a NPC)? They can't be 24/7 joint to the hips with the NPCs no? Feed me word vomit/short snippets of your MC. Tell me their personality/character studies/hobby/zodiac sign/history that has no relation what so ever to any NPC.

To me, HL giving us all a 'blank slate MC' has provided us unlimited paths to develop an interesting character unique to the player controlling them. No MC should ever be the same. They could be the good ol' honourably wholesome one. They could be the prequel to a Dark Lord of their time. Or they could be on the fence, a dark magic user who use the magic simply because they have to/survival sake. Not even the sky could be our limit to create our MC and showcase them to the world like the precious, unique darlings each of them actually are.

I just wish more MC I found while scrolling could be anything else that is not Sebastian/Ominis/Garreth/Amit's girl, really.

It just frustrates me that almost all posts I came across is mainly simping for the NPCs. I appreciate all those posts, but I crave more posts of your MC as their own person. Show me your MC. Let me simp for them. Let me get to know them as their own character. Let me internally ship your MC with mine because your MC is so interesting on their own, I want them in my household. Your MC is the protagonist, the literal MAIN CHARACTER.

Their existence should not be defined by their popular love interest.

I'm sorry but I'm practically sobbing inside wishing for more MC appreciation blogs. There's so little of you unhinged creative fuckers who is passionate about your MCs more than the NPCs. I want more pretty and powerful MCs to ship with my Murder Children but most of the MCs out there has no personality other than being a NPC's love interest. 😭😭

👀

[choccy-milky]

how seb and clora get together in my fic 💕bc what better time and place to confess and share your first kiss than around a bunch of inferi + the dead body of a man you just killed?? 🥰💖

[theacreativity]

In the Shadows of Adolescence

Hogwarts Legacy | Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

PART 4 - FINAL PART!

Aisling Quinn (f!MC) wakes up in the hospital wing after a near-death Quidditch incident. Her close friend, Ominis Gaunt, is at her bedside. Aisling's cousins, Sebastian and Anne, introduced her and Ominis early on at Hogwarts. So far she has managed to keep her budding romantic feelings for Ominis a secret. Surely a minor brain injury won't change that... ╰(°▽°*)╯

Read on AO3 or Wattpad

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 - FINALE

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A fluffy story of overwhelming feelings and first-time love confessions. Takes place in 6th year, Hogwarts 1891.

One scene inspired by season 3, episode 4 of Derry Girls (TV Show)! Rated M for language and sexually suggestive scenarios.

Sebastian fled the tower quickly whereas Ominis opted to stay behind to walk Aisling back to Gryffindor tower. He waited in the empty corridor until Aisling emerged.

They meandered the halls together, neither said a word since they left the hospital wing. Aisling was levitating the flowers and gifts left for her by her teammates. Ominis was using one hand to navigate the halls with his wand, in his other hand was the stack of notecards filled with well wishes from Aisling’s friends. 

As the Gryffindor portrait came into view, Aisling felt Ominis gently tug on the sleeve of her school robes from behind her. She turned to face him. 

“Aisling…” he started. 

She felt her blood pressure rise before she responded. She knew what she had to do, as hard as it would be. 

“Ominis… I think,” She took a moment to compose herself, “I think Sebastian may be right.” 

Ominis’s facial features held a stony expression that gave no way for emotion. He slowly nodded in acknowledgement. 

He let out a reluctant snicker, "Well, that's always difficult to hear." he said simply, referring to Sebastian being right about anything.

Aisling let out a watery chuckle, but inside she could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She had spent the better part of four years falling in love with Ominis. It had been a slow and steady burn she had tried to extinguish time and time again, but it was always there, simmering beneath the surface. Now that she knew he returned her feelings… knew what it felt like to have his lips against hers… it wasn’t fair. 

Despite her ancient magic abilities, she knew they would be putting themselves both in danger of the Gaunt family wrath if they pursued a relationship. Yet she let herself be foolish and give in to her emotions. She really was a typical Gryffindor, she thought ruefully. 

Aisling thought she saw Ominis’s chin tremble ever so slightly, a brief crack in his aristocratic mask. Perhaps he was having the same thoughts she was. She didn’t dare look at his face or say another word, lest her tears threaten to give way. Instead, she stared straight ahead at the knot of his Slytherin tie. 

With a sigh, Ominis stepped back from her and reached out to hand over the stack of notecards. Aisling reached a hand forward to grab them, her fingers lightly traced over his as she pulled them out of his grasp. Ominis cleared his throat.

“Oh, that reminds me…” He reached into his robe pocket and took out a notecard, placing it upside down on top of the stack now residing in Aisling’s hands. “This one is from me.”

Ominis’ hand lingered on the notecard pile in Aisling’s hands for a moment longer, his head was slightly cast downwards. Aisling’s eyes were now too full of unshed tears for her to make out any details of her surroundings. 

Straightening up, Ominis bid Aisling farewell and turned around to make his way down the corridor. Aisling numbly watched his retreating form, her eyes finally watered over and tears streamed down her cheeks. She heard a faint pitter-patter noise as her tears fell onto the stack of notecards in her hands.

With her detailed vision restored, Aisling watched as Ominis paused at the end of the corridor, the red pulse glowing from the tip of his wand. He turned his head to the right, throwing her a tender, knowing smirk before he continued on, disappearing around the corner.

Aisling’s gaze fell to the notecard in her hands. Gingerly, she turned it over to meet her eyes.

Amongst the damp splatters left by her tears, three words were scrawled in elegant script:

I can wait.

-O

Thank you for reading!

[witchyafterdark]

Hogwarts Legacy Headcanon # 1:

I think people are underestimating, or at least forgetting, that Sebastian and Anne are twins.

The mental and emotional — even physical — connection between the two of them is something that psychologists today have proven to be immense. The bond between twins is really special that sometimes, not even their parents or other siblings can explain or understand.

(If my memory serves me right, there's even a true crime case of twins who didn't speak to anyone else and used special language to communicate with one another)

So, Sebastian's actions and decisions is coming from a place of dread that his twin sister is dying and that through whatever psychological connection, he could probably even feel her pain whenever it strikes.

While murder will never be justified, I think it's important to note that in Sebastian's mind, he most likely had tunnel-visioned the way to Anne's cure, and that Solomon was in the way of that; thus, he needed to be eliminated.

He even said it himself, "I won't let her suffer."

[acciomorningstar]

Drunk love confession (Poppy Sweeting x Reader)

Found myself in a silly mood during my break and decided to write this out on a whim. Enjoy <3

Poppy didn’t need to smell the Firewhisky on your breath to know that you were absolutely mullered. You were swaying on your feet, smiling at her with a stupid grin on your face as you pointed at her. “Pop-py!”

“Merlin’s Beard, have you been swimming in that stuff?” she muttered under her breath as she ushered you out of the Three Broomsticks. She was glad to have caught wind of your little get-together in time, lest you would have become the subject of even greater embarrassment.

“I’m so glad you came, ya know,” you slurred to her, nearly hanging onto the small Hufflepuff with all of your weight. “I have a really important confession to make –”

“I’m sure you do. Why don’t you tell me all about it when we’re back at the castle?” she asked kindly. Even when you were stupidly drunk, she still couldn’t bring herself to be mad at you. If anything, it was even a little endearing.

“No,” you said stubbornly, “I need to tell you now. I think you’re really pretty, Poppy.”

She slowed her step a bit, though she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “My, you’ve suddenly become quite the charmer, haven’t you?”

You made some frustrated noises before trying to stand up, nearly causing both of you to trip. “You’re not listening. The reason why I always forget my brush in Beasts Class is because I like the way your hand touches mine when you give me yours. It makes me feel happy.”

By now Poppy realised it wasn’t just the whisky making you say these things and she could feel her cheeks starting to burn. This couldn’t really be how you felt about her, right? You’ve always been just friends, content with each other’s company, but nothing more than that…

You hummed to yourself, clearly oblivious to what you were actually saying. “It’s so weird you haven’t noticed. During class I’m always looking when you’re not looking, you know. And then I think about you, and I wonder if I should tell you…”

“T-tell me what?” she asked, the words passing through her dry lips. She knew what you would say, but she still wanted to hear it.

You turned to look at her with a frown, as if you couldn’t believe that she couldn’t figure it out. “That I fancy you, pretty Poppy.”

Poppy could feel her head starting to spin. She’d always harboured similar feelings for you, but she’d forced herself to push them away, too afraid of the potential ramifications for your friendship. To now hear you outright confess your love to her gave her a sense of euphoria unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

“Y/N –” she said, but at that point your head slumped on her shoulder, a light snoring coming from your mouth. She chuckled to herself, gently lowering you to the ground. For now it would probably be best to let you sleep it off. Hopefully, by the next morning, you wouldn’t be too hung-over to remember what you’d said.

And if you were? Well – she could think of one or two ways to remind you.