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This is absolutely fantastic! Everyone please give this girl @shyamanuensis a follow her writing is phenomenal!! 🤩

Echoes & Emotions - m.r

Part two to - Showers & Scourers. Part three coming soon xo

Three weeks. It had been three weeks to the day that you found Mattheo emotionally distraught in the shower and it had taken almost just as long to try and push the image to the back of your mind. Three weeks of curiosity. Three weeks of friendship. Three weeks of being attached at the hip like old times. Three weeks of confusion. Your friends had asked if you were together again. You had never given them an answer. You weren’t entirely sure of what this was exactly. You don’t think you’d ever be. However, you were certain that it wasn’t a relationship. Not in the true sense or meaning of the word anyway. Laying in the middle of his bed; dorm room darkened – the only light filtering through being that of the lightning storm outside, you kept silent, trying to make sense of the single thought you had racing around inside your head – why were you here.

Recent time spent with Mattheo was nostalgic. Sweet yet dangerous. You knew his faults and he knew yours, but you had never expected them to become so entangled within each other again. Despite not having moved for hours; the bedsheets still felt cold. It was as if they were a reminder that you shouldn’t let yourself get too comfortable or let yourself fall into an insecure sense of love, want and need. Your mind knew better than your heart at this point but that wasn’t the way the game was meant to be played – surely. And this was a game. A game of survival, a game of lust, a game of winner takes it all. A game the both of you had enough experience in to know that the final score would cause nothing but suffering for one of you and so you prolonged it as best you could.

“Why are you still here?”

His question cut through the silence like a rough diamond against glass. You blinked; the gesture not doing much as your hand resting firmly against his chest, covered by his own clawed in on itself gently. His heartbeat that you had been feeling; listening for; keeping your breath in time to quickening. His ribs had begun to vibrate from the pounding that stupid muscle was capable of and yours now, following suit. You bit your lip; chewing at the soft flesh as if it were tasteless candy hoping to buy yourself enough time to come up with a suitable answer. Something that would appease the both of you; or at least, answer the question.

“Because I care about you.”

Mattheo chuckled; the sound however devoid of any humour or integrity. His gaze up at the ceiling remained distant before he turned to face you; shifting on the bed with a swift single roll onto his side – the thoughts you knew he had playing on his mind, swimming behind the cold and darkened veneer of his eyes. Care. There was that word you had always mentioned during your relationship. A word so easily thrown around it seems, yet so rarely, truly felt. Your eyes fixed upon his; the frangibleness of you both – your proximity, your anxieties, your devotions hung swinging like a pendulum of doubt as the gaze you both held. Boring into the depths of each other’s souls unsure of what you’d stumble across.

“..and this is what you call care?, his voice was laced with disdain. “Care. You care for me so much that you left me behind before like I meant nothing.” “I’m here now.” “Why – out of pity or convenience?”

You knew where this was going. You knew exactly how the conversation was going to pan out. Every night since you had begun spending time together again it had been the same. As if scripted by the devil to be played out as a duologue which never saw the scenes end. He’d ask you your feelings on the mark. You’d dance around the subject not wanting to upset him. He’d get upset anyway. You’d argue. Never just bicker or squabble; a full blown, ‘this is why we broke up in the first place’ cacophony of sorts which meant nights ended abruptly; without resolution to anything which had been said.

“No, you idiot – because I love… because I loved you.”

Mattheo flinched almost imperceptibly at what you’d just said. That cold, calculating mask that he was wearing; inherited clearly from his fathers’ side, was beginning to crack under the weight of your confession. He was expecting it. Well; not those words exactly. You had managed to correct yourself and he felt the knife you metaphorically had twisted within his heart dig in deeper; slashing away at the layers of anger and resentment he’d build around himself, exposing that small part of him that craved what he truly believed only you could offer him. Love and acceptance.

“Love is a weakness. A plaything.”

You’d heard that phrase before. This time it had hit you like a bludger and you’d have rather thrown yourself into the Whomping Willow than hear it again. It was said by his father; the night you disclosed your relationship to your families. It had resulted in nothing but tears. The same tone. The same hiss. The same scorn contempt.

“Matty, love isn’t a weakness. It’s not a plaything. It’s not something to be toyed or manipulated.”

Your whisper was soft; light and subtle. You gave yourself permission to gaze into his eyes; lean in to rest your forehead against his and stroke his cheek with the most tender of touches your fingertips could manage as you tried to get through to him. Boring deep past the surface layers of hesitation he’d built up to hide behind like a fortress of reservation. The admission which came next one that you’d forever hold onto.

“Your love may be Riddle; but don’t ever, ever think that mine is.”

Mattheo stiffened as your breath ghosted his jaw; the unexpected heat sending a shiver down his spine as his eyes began to darken to a rich espresso stain of emotion caused by a mixture of both defiance and vulnerability. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to argue with you. To dismiss your words. To call them out as naïve and helpless, but he couldn’t. The raw passion held in your gaze, gave him pause.

“Then prove it.” His reply that of a challenge. “Show me of this ‘love’ that you claim to feel. Get marked. Let’s be together again.” “Why? Is that what you want? What you’re craving? Proof of love? Proof of ownership?”

He paused. You fell silent. The questions had caught Mattheo off guard. His gaze turned cold again; turned sharp as another defensive mask that he was so used to wearing slipped back into place across his expression; yet even as words left his tongue, there was a hint of overall uncertainty that was beginning to betray him in ways, he hadn’t expected.

“I don’t crave anything.” A lie. “Least of all not love.” Another lie.

Tilting your head; you let your lips brush against his own with almost a barely there softness, as you fixed your gaze back into his own for a moment; contemplating if this should really have been done before locking lips with his own into a tender kiss.

“…I, love you.”

He gasped against your kiss; body instinctively rolling in towards your familiar touch and although he wanted to push you away, to uphold this sudden cold demeanour he’d been portraying all night, his heart was louder and won the fight against his mind. The kiss for the both of you, ignited a whirlwind of emotions; a tangle of memories and feelings which threatened to consume you both if not acted upon carefully.

“Don’t…” The murmur against your lips, a vibrational mix of both protest and plea.

“You didn’t let me finish...”, you spoke up against his lips; fingers delicate, near subdued in their movements to snake through his curls and then race down with a faint trace along his neck, shoulder, collarbone, chest, waist. Dancing at his belt – the soft supple leather acquainted against your skin for all the wrong reason. “I love you, but I can’t be in love with you.”

His body quivered and shivered beneath your touch – that gentle caress you stained his skin with leaving a trail, the feeling akin to fire, in its wake. Mattheo’s mind was at war with himself; with itself – torn between the need for you and the need for self-preservation. The familiar ache you had bestowed upon him with your touch a juxtaposition to your words. This was all like a dagger again straight to the heart.

“You – love me; but can’t be in love with me?” The echo of Mattheo’s words against the walls of the dorm were laced by an anguished laugh that barely had time to be processed before escaping him. He knew where this was going just as much as you did. It was the reason you’d decided to call it quits in the first place. Your heart not aligning up with what was to be expected of him.

“I know it doesn’t make sense right now; but trust me. As we grow apart again – you’ll see my reasoning, you’ll begin to notice why. It will all come together. I…” “..don’t want to be associated with a guy like me.” “It’s not that. You have a future Mattheo that I don’t agree with. A legacy, a name, a path to live up and follow and I just – I don’t agree with it. I never have and I never will.”

He wanted to argue with you; to demand answers – to hold onto your fiercely and not let you out of his grasp but the timing of all this couldn’t have been worse. His mark; it had begun to burn. He itched at the scar. He hated this as much as he hated the tonality of your words. He felt irritable; hopeless. His voice grafting into a symphony of resignation and frustration as he sat up on the bed and began to scratch at his arm vigorously.

“Fine”, he spat, “I’ll trust you.” “Good.”

You pushed yourself to sit up also; leaning in as if it were common practice and having Mattheo meet you halfway; one final kiss shared that was fuelled by a lingering want, a desire, of hope. Your lips moved against one another’s with a hunger that bordered near on desperation. Mattheo wanted to so desperately memorize the taste of you; the feelings you conjured up within him. You wanted one last final farewell; surprised as he pulled away as quickly as the kiss had begun, the expression on his face hardening into something emotionless.

“Good..”, he managed to echo in response; the word dripping with a hint of bitterness and perhaps, turmoil.

“I’ll see you round Matty. If you need anything…”

As you shifted off towards the edge of the bed to stand and find your sweater thrown to the floor from earlier in the night; Mattheo fought the urge to reach out and pull you back, knowing that it would be pointless. That he had been called for. Summoned. That if he didn’t show up – the unreliable son; there’d be hell to pay. Watching as you got ready to leave the dorm, he ground his teeth against each other, feeling a release of anger with the sound and scoffed before commenting.

“…I can manage on my own.”

You turned back to look at him; head in his hands, not quite a boy, but not yet a man.

“I know.” “You should go.”

Without restraint, you whimpered; tears pooling into the corners of your eyes at his suggestion and paused, wondering if Mattheo would do anything more, but as the seconds turned into the better half of a minute, you gave up waiting; gave up wanting something you knew wouldn’t happen. His heart was breaking. Mattheo didn’t reach out for you; not the way he usually would that you were perhaps expecting him to. His pride, or there lack of it, and anger; warring within him. He was at battle with himself, with his anticipations, with his now formalised expectations that that stupid mark had brought upon him and yet he wanted you to feel the same pain that he was feeling. He wanted you to regret your decision, however deep down – he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. To harm you. He knew the only person he was hurting was himself in the process.

“Just … go.” He managed with a voice barely above that of a whisper. “You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be near me.”

You took no more than a few steps before your tears kicked in. Trying to blink them away; everything that had happened tonight finally began to sink in. Weeks, days, hours of blissful retreat within each other’s company torn to shreds within minutes; but perhaps this is how it was meant to be. You hated this. You hated yourself. Why couldn’t you just be there for him. Properly. In whole. With light footsteps you wandered away back to your own dorm, and Mattheo watched you with an expression of indifference until you were well and truly out of sight. Only then did he let his facade drop – his breathing become ragged; his body tremble as he fell back against the bed. Mark still burning but not enough to overtake every other demon he now had fighting inside of him. He fought back tears; feeling them swell within his eyes but refused to let them fall. The pain was palpable. He was alone again – and yet this time, it was unbearable as his final confession danced off the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll get you back my love.. just you wait and see…”

[berrysemifreddo]

Hogwarts Gossip Boys🤫🪄

Made this image inspired by @shyamanuensis 's recent fic "The Hit List" 😆Figured it would be fun to see the boys gossiping.

(And again, I still used Ideogram to do the base image first, and then upscaled it with Flux, and inpainted their faces using Flux Fill, and then use the normal inpaint to make their faces more true to the characters. Photoshopped the patch in the end😂)

Hope you guys like this one!

[wordsarelife]

𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 ☽ ༓ ☾ ₘ.ₗᵢₛₜ

IN WHICH the slytherins stumble into one chaos after the other and always manage to make things worse than they were. oh and you're there too!

pairing: ?? x fem!nott!reader, platonic!slytherins x fem!nott!reader

content: chaotic days in the lives of our favorite slytherins, not fitting the typical canon themes of harry potter

warnings: swearing, suggestive content, mature themes, bad humour, ooc behaviour, individual chapter warnings

note: here it finally is!! planning this series was so much fun!! as soon as i have most of the series written, i think the 'episodes' will come out once every week. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!

SEASON 1 !

episode 01. what’s the plan again?

ೃ⁀➷ mattheo’s sure he’s cracked the case this time, but his “genius” plan drags everyone into a mess. theo’s annoyed, blaise is convinced he'll die, enzo’s just trying to stay out of it and draco’s researching ways to dispose of evidence. what started as a small mystery spirals out of control, and now they’re all in way deeper than they ever imagined. oops.

episode 02. haunted, obviously

ೃ⁀➷ mattheo’s “protective charm” locks everyone out of their rooms, forcing them to spend the night in the common room. no wands, no teachers, and strange noises that send blaise and enzo into full panic mode. as paranoia grows, they’re left wondering if they’re really safe—or if something darker is lurking in the shadows.

episode 03. confusion: signed, sealed, delivered

ೃ⁀➷ a mysterious love letter, oddly lacking both a sender and a recipient, shakes things up in the group. everyone has a theory—who wrote it, who it’s for, and who’s making the situation way more awkward than it needs to be. (hint: it's everyone.)

SEASON 2 !

episode 04. who's dating who?

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

episode 05. checkmate, idiots

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

episode 06. the kiss

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

SEASON 3 !

episode 07. awkward, as usual

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

episode 08. curse me once, shame on you

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

episode 09. tell theo i said hi

ೃ⁀➷ to be continued

EXTRAS !

ೃ⁀➷ tweets

ೃ⁀➷ playlist

ೃ⁀➷ short and chaotic drabbles

TAGLIST !

@mehrsdigitaldiary @swaysister @shyamanuensis @mattiesgf @shari-berri @the-lurking-await-you @marikajhaha @livia7137 @idiotussupremus @catiwinky

let me know if you want to be added!!

[bookie-bookdust]

WIP Game

Thank you for tagging me @shyamanuensis 🥰🥰🥰

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Lemme go perusing. My file names are random:

VICTOR ROOKWOOD CIRCUS (don't ask lol)

Amortentia sexy accident woops

idk what this is lol arguing in a cave

Memory Wife

Ominis Gaunt and the Sacred 28

I Come as A Blade

Shallow Sallow

Doomed

When You Were His

Tagging - @anomalyaly @ravenwind-75 @ps-cactus @morelikeravenbore @gingerlegacy07 @polarisgreenley @cesqdarque @galaxiasgreen @sallowslove and everyone else who would like to play along!

[butternutt613]

Okay my love, @shyamanuensis

I present to you:

CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! ~1,500 words

Or: where Ominis discovers he likes the taste of cherries on his lips and wants to be called pretty

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Ominis had told himself it was just going to be a one-time thing. He had told himself it was just to explore and see how it felt. He never thought it would feel so nice to have something on his lips like this.

He had gone into his younger sister's room on a whim. Her birthday was a few weeks ago, and he knew she had gotten one of those make-up cases from her friend and a ton of different products to fill it. She wouldn't stop going on and on about all the compliments she got when she would put makeup on.

Everyone would call her pretty.

Ominis wanted to be called pretty. He just wasn't sure why. Boys weren't pretty. Girls were pretty. He wasn’t supposed to want that. Not as a boy. Not as a Gaunt.

If his parents ever found out he felt that way, he didn’t even want to imagine their reactions. He’d heard their comments before, the sharp, cruel remarks they’d make about people they didn’t think fit the mold of “proper” men and women.

They’d called it shameful. A stain on the family name.

But still, as he stood in his sister’s room with his fingers brushing over the edge of her makeup case, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might feel like to be called pretty.

Just once.

He had found the plastic case tucked neatly under her desk while she was at a friend's house, and had opened it slowly. He felt each different compartment thoroughly for the items he was searching for. He felt soft-bristled brushes and pots of various products. It wasn’t until he reached the bottom compartment that he felt them: little tubes with a twist base. He picked one up, turning it over in his palm. Popping off the cap, he brought it to his nose to smell.

Cherries. He liked cherries.

His sister had mentioned putting on a strawberry one to hang out with the boy she had a crush on. Of course, she hadn't said that directly to Ominis, but he had just happened to overhear it.

As he brought the tube to his lips, he heard the front door below him slam shut and his mother yelling at his sister to stop slamming doors in the house.

His stomach lurched. He had to get out of her room. Quickly, Ominis shut the case and pocketed the tube. He ran back to his own room just as he heard her footsteps rushing up the stairs.

His heart raced as he leaned against the door, heaving a sigh of relief. Ominis sank down to the floor, pulling out the lip balm. Rolling it between his fingers, he popped the cap off again.

Inhaling the sweet scent, he twisted the base, raising the product higher until it brushed against his thumb. When he felt the waxy cream coat his fingers, he stiffened. His parents surely would suddenly jump out from the shadows and scream at him for doing this. He listened outside his door but heard nothing.

He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but he couldn’t help himself. Slowly, almost cautiously, he swiped the balm across his lips, just once. Rubbing his lips together, he savored the sweet cherry flavor.

His lips felt softer, smoother as they glided against the other. It was such a small thing, barely noticeable, but it made him feel... better. Lighter, somehow. He ran his fingers over his lips, marveling at the change.

But then his mind twisted back to the things his parents had said, the slurs, the disgust, the threats of what they’d do if one of their children ever stepped out of line. His stomach churned. He shoved the balm back into his pocket, ignoring the lingering sweetness on his lips.

Over the next few days, Ominis couldn’t stop thinking about it. The cherry lip balm stayed hidden in his pocket, a secret he both feared and clung to. Every time he thought about tossing it, the thought of how it made him feel stopped him. Pretty. That word still echoed in his mind, forbidden yet oh so enticing.

When he finally worked up the courage to apply the balm again, it felt like something clicked into place. It became a ritual of his, to apply the cherry flavored product to his lips. He did it when no one else was around. It wasn’t just about the flavor on his tongue or the feel of it coating his lips. Both were nice, of course. But it was more about the way it made him feel.

It made him feel better. More him. As though, a piece of who he was had been lost and now found.

He didn’t think anyone would notice. He didn’t want anyone to notice. So when Sebastian leaned against the railing beside him in the courtyard, Ominis nearly froze, clutching the tube of plastic behind his back.

“What’s with the pout?” Sebastian teased, his tone dripping with mischief. “Practicing for your next magazine cover?”

Ominis’s cheeks burned, his free hand flying to cover his lips. “What? No. I’m not…”

“Hold on,” Sebastian leaned in closer, sniffing the air dramatically. Ominis could feel his breath fan over his heated face. “Are you wearing... lipstick?”

“It’s not lipstick!” Ominis snapped, his voice sharp, heat rising in his cheeks as he turned his face away. His hand instinctively clutched the small tube tighter as if his life depended on it.

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, his curiosity clearly piqued. “Not lipstick, huh? Then why do you look like I just caught you sneaking into the girls’ locker room?” His voice dripped with amusement, and Ominis could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

“It’s nothing,” Ominis muttered, taking a small step back. “Just leave it alone.”

“Nothing?” Sebastian repeated, his grin widening. “You’re hiding it behind your back like it’s some dark family secret. Now I have to see it.”

“No, you don’t!” Ominis insisted, twisting away as Sebastian stepped closer. “Just drop it, Sebastian.”

But Sebastian was relentless. “Oh, come on, I’m not going to steal your secrets, Ominis. I just want to know what’s got you so flustered.”

He lunged playfully, but Ominis turned sharply, keeping his back to him. “Sebastian, I swear, if you don’t-”

Before he could finish the sentence, Sebastian’s arm snaked around him with surprising speed, and his fingers closed over Ominis’s wrist. “Gotcha,” he said, his grin audible in his voice as he spun the other boy around, pinning him against the railing.

“Sebastian, stop!” Ominis hissed, his cheeks blazing, but Sebastian was already prying his hand open with the persistence of someone who had nothing better to do.

After a brief struggle, Sebastian managed to pull the object free. He held it up triumphantly, stepping away as he turned it over in his hand. “Now, what do we have here?” he asked, his tone laced with exaggerated curiosity. “Cherry cola? Fancy.”

Ominis stiffened, mortification flooding his chest as Sebastian twisted the cap off and gave the balm an experimental sniff. “Mmm. Sweet and fruity,” Sebastian teased, his grin widening. “I didn’t take you for a cherry cola kind of guy.”

“Give it back,” Ominis muttered, his voice low and tight with shame. He held out his hand, head dipped low, but the other boy stepped just out of reach, clearly enjoying himself.

“Hold on, hold on,” Sebastian said, holding the tube aloft like it was some great prize. “What’s the story here? Did you pick this up for the flavor, or are you trying to start a new trend?”

“Sebastian, stop!” Ominis snapped, reaching for the balm, but Sebastian dodged him easily, his grin only growing wider.

“Alright, alright,” Sebastian said, finally relenting. He handed the tube back with a little bow, his teasing smile softening. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

Ominis snatched it out of his hand, shoving it back into his pocket as quickly as possible. His lips pressed into a tight line, his heart pounding with equal parts embarrassment and relief.

But before he could turn to leave, Sebastian’s voice stopped him.

“For what it’s worth,” Sebastian said, his tone quieter now, more sincere, “I think it’s nice.”

Ominis’s breath hitched. He could feel his blood roaring in his ears. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian replied, his voice quieter now. “Actually... it suits you.”

Ominis turned toward him, stunned. “What does?”

“The color,” Sebastian said, his tone so genuine it almost hurt. “It makes your lips look darker than usual. It makes you look... I don’t know. Different. Good.” He hesitated, then added softly, “Pretty.”

That word again.

Pretty.

Ominis’s breath hitched. The word felt heavier coming from Sebastian, as though it carried more meaning than he could comprehend. He turned his face away, his lips tingling where the cherry flavor still clung.

“You think so?” he asked, so quietly he wasn’t sure Sebastian would even hear him.

Sebastian did. “Yeah. I do.”

For the first time, Ominis didn’t feel the shame that always seemed to follow him. Instead, he felt warmth. Acceptance. And for once, he thought that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to want to be called pretty.

[myokk]

WIP TAG GAME

Thank you so much for the tags @okeydokeylackey @anomalyaly 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 as always I LOVED SEEING THE ART & READING THE EXCERPT🤭♥️ YOU ARE SO TALENTED!!!

this is a oneshot I’ve just started (NOT EDITED IT IS STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WRITING), it’s just silly and feral but maybe only feral if you like sensual hand holding🫨 maybe some flustering eye contact…

no pressure tags: @writing-intheundercroft @sloanesallow @jackalope-patronus @shyamanuensis @ravenwind-75 @sav-less @hazyange1s

If anyone wants to share their wips feel free!! I have had a long day/week/month & I always have a hard time thinking of people to tag🫠

If Sebastian Sallow could curse Garreth Weasley and get away with it, he would.

Unfortunately, after an incident involving Prewett and some misplaced toads, he’s being monitored too closely by staff and students alike. Staff, so that it won’t happen again, and students in the hope that they will see something and gain the prestige of being the ones to tell everyone else about it. It seems to Sebastian as if students of the red-headed Gryffindor variety are out to get him and make his life an absolute miserable living hell, and he is not happy about it.

That weasley red-headed bastard had, once again, created a potion whose effects had gone disastrously wrong. This time, he had convinced her that it would alter her memory for ‘only a day!’, to give her an easier time retaining information so that exams would be easier for her. Their NEWTs are causing the seventh-year students to have periodic nervous breakdowns, and hers had apparently manifested in believing Weasley. Although Sebastian had, time and time again, tried convincing her that it didn’t matter if sometimes they had to go over notes a few times before she truly understood them, she had always had a complex about it. If Sebastian had known that Weasley was going to rope her into being the test subject of his latest experiment, he would have tried to put a stop to it.

Sebastian surreptitiously looks over to the girl at his side.

Her head is bent down, dark hair shining in the late-afternoon sunlight as she quietly reads a book at his side. They’re sitting on the shore of the Black Lake, it’s one of those unusually warm spring days where one could fool themselves into believing it’s already summer, and as he stares down at her Sebastian can’t help but think of what they would normally be up to. Well, normally as of a few weeks ago.

Sebastian hasn’t been able to touch her in two weeks, and he is going mad.

She drags a delicate finger across the words as she reads, her dark lashes fanning out across her cheeks as her eyes follow her finger, plump lips moving slightly as she occasionally whispers the extra-beautiful sounding words to herself.

[lynnsartsworld]

Christmas 🎄

I hope you like this cute picture of chibi April and Poppy; sorry if I post too many photos of them I just love them so much and it is a fun little game. I guess I could say but I’ll post a link down below in. Let’s have fun.

If you’re seeing this happy Christmas Eve and if you see it tomorrow, Merry Christmas guys. I hope you guys are being safe and taking care of. I need to stop. This is getting awkward bye. 🫠😆

No pressure, Have fun and take your time!

Tagging: @celestial--sapphic @espressoristretto-patronum @karajluce @shyamanuensis @choccy-milky @traceyc-uk @rene-hl-trashcan @myokk @light-of-the-room and anybody else who wants to join!!

[evaslytherpuff]

I’m giving this a shot!🤭❤️ Hehe!🫣

@hotcinnam0n @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @shyamanuensis @helendeath @mrsluffy07

I’m giving a huge thank you to @newbienewness for the sticker! lol. It works perfectly!😂🫂🥰

I can DM the ones without the stickers if you’d like, just let me know!😉

Bonus of my girls! Ember Reign(Hufflepuff MC) and Vivian Beausoleil(Slytherin OC)!❤️

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 + IN THESE PHOTOS!

[ravenwind-75]

January Reading List

I have failed in some of my content goals, but I have to say it was good while it lasted before I recommit. I will share the work because it is good, and people who enjoy that stuff should check it out. I have only been able to read oneshots or short fics this month because of college so that's what I have been doing.

Fanfics:

@shyamanuensis writes fluff and spice amazingly. I was introduced to her amazing writing at the beginning of this month with "Two Sugars" which got me hooked. 🔥

I finally got to read some of my lovely @zetadraconis11 work. Highly suggest her writing. I loved her Ancient Greek Legacies and look forward to more. 👀💖

@butternutt613 writing is always delicious. Even when not spicy. 😘😂

@rosewoodcafe works! Who I am now collaborating on an idea with. 💘

And I absolutely love everything @writingsoftarnishedsilver writes. 😭

Books:

Damsel by Evelyn Skye

only book I have gotten to read in a while. 😭

It is based on the other screenplay for the film. It is very different from the movie and is a whole other story entirely. I like it a lot. It goes into depth on more of the dragon lore, and the dragon even has its own language. Very fascinating.

[kelseyreads22]

In Every Universe <3

Sebastian Sallow and his many lovers 🤍

There are SO many amazing fanfics out there and i did limit myself to 11 but the list is honestly endless. Sending so much love to these AMAZING creators 🥰

1. What Lies Between Us (@kelseyreads22 on Wattpad + it’s mine!)

2. Between The Broken and The Brave (SolemnSallow on Wattpad)

3. Consumed (@wildflowerlinds-blog / SomeGirlYouMetx on wattpad )

4. The Whispers of Shadows (petrasallow on Wattpad)

5. Forever & Again (JJCrno on Wattpad)

6. Literally any work by @writingsoftarnishedsilver

7. Also any work by @shyamanuensis

8. Annddd any work by @whizzing-fizzbee

9. The Burden Unknown (lostinchaptersx on Wattpad)

10. Endgame (ellasallow on Wattpad)

11. The Light to Your Shadows (by me! kelseyreads22 on wattpad!)

And so so sooooo many more amazing universes out there xx

with love

kelsey❤️

[berrysemifreddo]

Made this image inspired by @butternutt613 's recent fic -

Ominis just want to be pretty...🤫💄

This one was NOT easy to make😂I originally want to just Ideogram the whole thing, but no matter what I prompt or inpaint, they're not raising their hands high enough😬So I had to use my last solution, making mannequin pose in magic poser...and use depth/canny ControlNet to generate some variations.

I still borrowed some elements from the Ideogram image though, because in magic poser I don't have this sort of robe to put on the mannequins, so I ended up just photoshopping the clothes onto the mannequins and use the canny LoRA in a lower strength😅Looks okay I'd say

Thanks @butternutt613 for the fun story!

[wordsarelife]

—𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊: official soundtrack

a/n: chapter one/episode one of house of trouble out in an hour. this is not a drill, guys!!!

TONGUE TIED, grouplove

CANDY, robbie williams

SHE’S SO NICE, pink guy

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, katy perry

WE ARE YOUNG, fun

YOU BELONG WITH ME, taylor swift

HOT N COLD, katie perry

SCRAWNY, wallows

HOME, edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

EVERYBODY TALKS, neon trees

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU, joy again

KISS ME, sixpence none the richer

LADY KILLERS, g-easy

I THINK HE KNOWS, taylor swift

TAGLIST !

@mehrsdigitaldiary @swaysister @shyamanuensis @mattiesgf @shari-berri @the-lurking-await-you @livia7137 @idiotussupremus @catiwinky @marikajhaha

[butternutt613]

WIP Tagging Game

Thank you @shyamanuensis and @anomalyaly for tagging me in this!!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

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HL WIPs:

In the Shadow of the Serpent

The Light in My Darkness

The Truth Laid Bare

When the Sun Found Me

ABO smutshot

Ominis tortured to blindness

Ominis self discovery

Ominis trying new things pt. 3

Non-HL WIPs:

Our Troubled Hearts

Soldier, Poet, King

Ivory Keys and Heart Strings

Strawberry Afternoons

24 hr diner poly

The Paralian Prince

The Gods

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That's all the ones I'm willing to share lol

NP tags: @amethystandemma @smile-arigatou @rypnami @ps-cactus @ravenwind-75 and you!!

[bookie-bookdust]

WIP Wednesday (Thursday?)

Thank you for the tags @amethystandemma and @anomalyaly 🥰

I've kind of just been lying on the floor for the last two hours dissociating and finally just turned on season 2 of Fleabag (again), but here's what I've been working on:

I collapsed facedown on the couch, head pounding like someone crushed it between their fists. My eyes drifted shut when the groan of the door opened. “What’s this I hear about you skipping class?” Sebastian’s voice came first, the click of his footsteps second. “Go away.” I mumbled. “Not dead. That’s a start.” His voice was suddenly much closer, a warm hand brushing hair from my face so more light shone behind my eyelids. “Ha ha.” I smacked blindly at him, hitting something first that made him jump, and then smacking something hard and cool. I tugged at it when I realized it was his belt. Did I just dick tap him? I snatched my hand away, wedging it back underneath me. He chuckled. “Did you eat too much again?” Fingers pried one of my eyes open, revealing his very amused and tilted head.

I tag: @polarisgreenley @shyamanuensis @sallowslove @cesqdarque and whoever else would like to join!

[noxxytocin]

10 FANDOMS, 10 CHARACTERS

List ten favorite characters from 10 different fandoms. Tag 10 people to do the same!

Thank you @butternutt613 for the tag. 🫴✨

1. Ominis Gaunt (Hogwarts Legacy)

2. Tom Riddle (Harry Potter)

3. Zuko (ATLA)

4. Voldemort/Quirrel (A Very Potter Musical)

5. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

6. Eddie Brock (Venom)

7. Jigsaw (Horror Fandom)

8. Cersei Lannister (GOT)

9. Beast (Disney)

10. Edwin (Dead Boy Detectives)

Tagging: @luminousecho @wrengaunt @reesilientsnake @shyinsunlight @shyamanuensis @delachaise @esolean @eternalremorse @holdmymallowsweet @infernalrusalka @jamiemoonymarks @oerflink @uniyppy

[slytherinlives]

My Year in Fic 2024

Thank you to @mirdeli for the tag! (love you and your writing <3)

First of all, I can't believe how much I've actually written this year until I sat down and took it all in. When I first started actively writing for the legacy fandom, it was a very different experience. I wrote my first fic as a fun continuation of the main story. I thought about where these characters might go and how their relationships would change in the wake of their choices. Then I hated it, deleted all 30 chapters from the internet and then re-wrote it. Then I started a second story with a new mc and new dynamics, that at the time I was really proud of. But then as I'm sure you all know, there was this person that went around accusing the adults who wrote with more mature themes and aged up characters of being foul things. Including but not limited to leaving cruel comments on art or fics that had anything above a T rating. It got so bad that it discouraged me from writing with mc content completely, which really broke my heart because I loved what I was creating with it.

But even after all of that, I couldn't stop creating stories. A big thing that resonates with me as a person as well as a writer is wanting to tell stories with characters that people already know and love but introduce themes that feel authentic to a human experience. Such as things like sexuality, anger, tense family dynamics etc.

And with that in mind, I started testing the waters with a silly little au for one of my favorite disney films Sleeping Beauty. Only this time featuring a love story without "mc". Then I did another silly au that was centered around one of my favorite superheros, Spiderman. (Both remain unfinished, but I plan to focus back on those this year)

In doing so, I found this corner of the fandom where everyone had been nothing but accepting and encouraging each other with their art and I finally started to feel more comfortable in posting my works again.

So, before I make this entirely too long, let's get into it:

My fics written in 2024: (I've published nearly 30, but I'm only going to share completed fics and the one's I'm proud of.)

Growing Pains Ominis/Sebastian 26k -single father/self discovery-

Tell Myself I Wouldn't Feel Things Ominis/Sebastian 32.3k -enemies to lovers/fake dating-

Open Yourself Up to Me and Surrender Ominis/Sebastian 2.7k -age insecurity/body worship-

I Hold You Close (In progress) Ominis/Sebastian 27.1k -friends with benefits-

Pepper Me Up Ominis/Sebastian 7.8k -sick fic/crack-

The Greatest 'What If' Sebastian/Garreth 7.8k -friends with benefits/prequel spin off of I Hold You Close-

Side Effects (On Hold) Sebastian/Fem!MC 56.3k -Reuniting/Mutual Pining/Friends to Lovers-

Across The Stars Sebastian/Fem!MC 1.6k -one shot collection with the same characters from Side Effects-

I know I'm mostly known for writing Sebinis/Weaslow now, and I love that because the friends I've made and the fun I've had over here I would never trade for anything. But I do hope one day I'll feel the drive again to finish Side Effects. (maybe even my first ever mc fic that's still up but that one more complex) I do love those characters so much and I miss them. Maybe one day.

With that said, I can't wait to share more stories (after completing some active ones first.) Maybe I'll even feel more confident to start posting my backlog for other fandoms.

Anyway, I'd love to see that everyone else has been up to this year! So I'll pass this along to @shyamanuensis , @pr0serpinas, @sunsetplums, and anyone else who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged!

See you all in 2025! <3