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People talk a lot about the HL fandom slowly dying, but I don't think it is. The tag is still busy, there's still art, fanfiction - roleplay is probably booming more than I've ever seen it.

The best time to be in a fandom isn't usually at release, imo - it's a year later, when people have found their cosy spaces, gotten their stride. Found their friendships, created amazing things for you to see: built something for you to enjoy so you can feel where you slot in.

Maybe there are less people out on the street because we're all having little dinner parties with our friends, and enjoying our cosy moments together. This is the time I think fandom has the most meaningful impact on people.

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Ominis Gaunt

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Oh fuck you man

Bad ending for Dandelion :3

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Tortured Poets Department really said "I'm going to give you a hundred AMOPR-coded lyrics to play with" and I felt the delulu reverberate with me wildly

Jesus Christ this album is so Sebastian Sallow coded

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“Beautiful, you said. You said I was beautiful, and when you said it, I was.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican”

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I have COVID and it SUUUUCKS. I feel like a slug who someone put salt on

Anyway, working on my next chapter, just be patient while I try to hydrate once more!

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As a result of being in this fandom, I've gotten so many lovely opportunities. And today I'm finally getting to meet @yimmy-poo and Ren themselves! We're going to a Harry Potter event tomorrow and to say I am excited is an understatement

Without me getting delulu about this silly game, I'd never have done any of this :D

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How do you manage to write so much in such a short period of time?

Autism

In all seriousness: I'm a pretty fast typer, and I can quite easily do 5000 or so words in a several hour session if I just go for it. Most of my writing is "pantsing", which means it's a bit of a "flow of consciousness" sort of thing. I don't really plan where I'm going - I write what feels right at the time, and so I don't get writers block very much.

I also use a great site called 4thewords, which turns writing into an RPG style battle. Very much worth it, if you're interested in learning to write in short bursts!

There are also some great Discord servers I'm in with writing challenges. Writing quickly and efficiently is a skill you learn over time, and the only way to learn it is to write a lot, write consistently, and write for an audience.

I hope that helps!

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A Matter Of Public Record

Chapter 15 - "Lightning" Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Ominis Gaunt feels the loneliness inside of him like a knife. But perhaps he'd rather be lonely than drag his best friend down with him.

AVAILABLE HERE ON AO3!

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Set alarms for an hour's time - I've got a little something something for you all :D

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D:

STAY ALERT. STAY VIGILANT.

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A Quick Ominis Drabble

A/N: I'm still here, and I'm still writing! I've joined an amazing space for writers and the love for my work has reignited my desire to create content for this fandom, not just roleplay content. So...hi!

He takes a deep breath in.

Winter, he has found, is the quietest sort of month. A reprieve from the trees bowing in the wind; from the birds, pleasant as they are. In the silence, Ominis Gaunt has always found something of a comfortable loneliness.

But now there is life. In bursts and starts — flowers lick at his robe as he walks, and laughter peels the paint from old bricks in the courtyard. Perhaps it peels everything away. The sun, and the growing of leaves. Even him.

Sebastian says that winter is stupidly boring. That nothing happens — that the snow piles up the castle like its trying to bury them both in a coffin. A suffocation. But Ominis knows his best friend is prone to melodrama, if nothing else. When all else fails, he is good for that.

The stone fountain beneath his legs is cold as he sits. A breeze, light in his hair, and he sets his wand down and allows the world to be snuffed into darkness. He imagines it is Christmas again; that the frost is tangled in his hair, or that the warmth of the fireplace is working on thawing his heart from its stiff confines.

He misses it already.

In the dark and the cold of winter; that is where they are all together. A family, in his mind: a brother, and a sister, and perhaps a few more scatterings of loved sorts in his life. They are eating cake by the fire, as the cold dark sets in.

In the spring; they can go. Out into the forests, and the paths and the parklands. Sit in the sun that makes his skin hurt — make mistakes and feel no need to confide in him. They need not huddle close to him.

Grief, then. It is grief, perhaps.

Ominis Gaunt did not have this, in the years long before. Every year he is a little bit older, and soon; it will always be spring.

He wraps himself tighter in his cloak, and decides he doesn't like spring much.

The warmth of it is very lonely.

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This is no longer a drill

I have been...writing...

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Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease.

Oscar Wilde

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This post is your reminder that you are not obligated to blog about current events.

Things are bad. Really bad. Do not let people guilt trip you into tormenting yourself even further over the fact that things are bad. Doomscrolling is not activism.

If you're just on tumblr to blorbopost or reblog pretty pictures, you are not harming people by inaction.

You are not a bad person for not dedicating every aspect of your life and leisure space to whatever disgusting mask-off attack on human life and dignity some government has decided to enact.

Take action where you can, but don't confuse doomscrolling and digital self harm for action.

If you need to lose yourself in blorboposting, go for it.

If you need to log off for the day, whether it's to take irl action or to protect what little sanity any of us have left over the past 7 years, then by all means, do.

Morale is important. Hope is important. Small joys keep us from burning out completely in times like this. Do not let any "if you don't reblog this I'm judging you" guilt trip convince you otherwise.

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The Aerin simp experience: