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Sebastian study from a screenie by the lovely @gobletoffeels

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Pin for survivors

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the world if there was as much content for poppy and imelda as there is for sebastian and ominis in the HL fandom

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The way I opened tumblr again after days just to boop people. Thanks @girl-named-matty for introducing me to this beautiful thing skdjekek

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i love the way you draw your sebastian !! i don’t know if this is weird to say but i can definitely imagine him having some stretch marks on his stomach or arms

THANK YOU! ♥️ and oh my god I love this little detail YES 😭 I had to implement this in a drawing

Sebastian fresh out of shower and wondering where the f are his clothes (his wife hid them)

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Tried drawing a meme but it ended up looking like a really sweet moment

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

Well my darling nonny, thank you so so much for this !!

But ALSO: no reason to hide !!

Here's them !! @girl-named-matty @endeavour12345 @rypnami @localravenclaw @legendoftortor @peacedreamer14 @plxnetn1ne @sebastianswallows @ginger-lala @ars-slytherin @itstopplingdomino @shameless0shenanigans

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Thank you @plxnetn1ne and @itstopplingdomino for tagging me !! This is gonna be hard ig

1- I'm very intuitive. I just know whan something or someone isn't right, and I can read people pretty well. I know why they're acting the way they're acting, why they're saying what they're saying, and what they're not saying, and the thoughts that most likely brought them to that, and it's mostly from stuff like pattern recognition that I get that information (or maybe just empathy idk). Either way, it's pretty cool (and the reason my first choice for a major was psychology. I never pursued that path tho) but I never voice those opinions for obvious reasons

2- I'm very self aware, and that can sometimes be a curse. I can name each and every emotion I'm feeling and why I'm feeling them, yet I can't get myself out of that state (when I'm sad) nor can I thoroughly enjoy a moment fully (my excitement about something lasts about one second lol). It's quite useful for writing exposure bc I just have to imagine my own emotions and write about them

3- I pretty much don't care about anyone's opinion but the one of people close to me. I could receive a thousand hate messages on anon right now, and I'd simply block each and any one of them without a blink and move on (or laugh abt it), but if I choose a person to love, their opinion matters a lot to me (unless they go too far: then I shut down to them too). It comes in handy a lot

4- I know a bunch of random facts and I have a great memory. You could tell me you prefer your salad without dressing once like 10 years ago and I'll remember it and probably make you a different bowl every time with no dressing on it without you having to ask, or I remember each plot I rp'd in my rp group without having to look it up (and it's been months) and what my friends' ocs said, acted like, prefer, etc etc. Some people find it creepy, but I just can't help it

5- I'm very protective of people close to me: friends, family, etc. and I just want the best for them

tagging: @legendoftortor @localravenclaw @xantineverdoer @eternalremorse @justanassociate

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💜💜

😭😭😭😭 the fact that I’m anyone’s favorite follower is insane to me but thank you dear! ❤️

Okay five things that I like about myself!

1. I’m a supportive friend. I always go to bat for my friends and I’m always willing to lend an ear whenever they need support.

2. I’m a strong person. I’ve been through a lot in my life and I’ve done a great job at pulling myself out of some dark places and remaining resilient.

3. I’m a friendly person who loves talking to and getting to know people, even though I can be a little awkward about it at first.

4. I’m cute as heck! I have a cute face and I love my hair lmao 😂

5. I’m versatile and adapt to new things quickly and eagerly

Gonna tag my favorite followers instead of sending cause I’m pretty sure a bunch of my followers have already gotten one of these so I don’t want to make them do it again (plus tagging is easier anyway!)

@ellivenollivander @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog @margottheviking @little-emerald-snake @skittish1807 @applinsandoranges @rgbbutnoy @eternalremorse @cuffmeinblack @slytherin-paramour 💚

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An old WIP finally finished, she’s teaching him to skate the muggle way 💚

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I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

The Repertoire Of Memory is Worn

Fic masterlist

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: The last edited chapter before we get to the real new stuff, right after ONE YEAR OF ILYET! Happy brithday to this fic!!

AO3 - Wattpad

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Perhaps Sebastian should have given the Gryffindor Prefects less credit after all. He should take back the bonus sapphires he had reluctantly given to the red gryphon for his "hospitality."

Because at that moment, it felt like anything but.

He remembered the look Hermione had given you when you were about to tell him your secret. Maybe a deep and dark one, the kind of secret that can only be shared through hushed whispers and damp breaths. The kind of secret that you’d only disclose to a trusted person.

Or, well, perhaps that was too far-fetched.

In any case, your tone of voice and the look in your eyes clearly showed that whatever you wished to disclose to him wasn't something you would have told Umbridge — or any other less preposterous teacher. And he wasn’t worthy either, apparently.

Sebastian wasn't looking for validation, nor was he fishing for pity; but maybe he did wish to be seen.

All things considered, no one in his new circle of friends — which looked more like a segment and a dot, given he didn't yet know where he stood with you — knew of his his deep and dark secret: his misadventure, nor of the reason he occasionally tugged at his sleeves when the cardigan itched at his wrists.

Sebastian didn’t know what to make of that burning longing sliding up and down his throat.

He wanted to tell Daphne.

He wanted to tell you.

He wanted to tell everyone.

Hell, he'd have even told Draco Malfoy if it meant that at least someone would acknowledge his standing, no matter how asinine and annoying their comments might be.

"...unless it's absolutely necessary," he recalled, echoing in his mind like an eerie consciousness. But where was it that he could draw the line between necessary and extremely-and-idiotically-self-indulgent?

It had been, reluctantly, two weeks since the Artefact had brought him there. Two weeks in which he hadn't seen Ominis or Anne — not that they wanted him around anyway. Two weeks without hearing her voice. Two weeks since he’d basked in a short wave of comfort that almost bordered friendship with you that day. Two weeks in which you hadn't visited the Undercroft, not even once.

Sebastian was there all the time, much to his dismay. If he sat there long enough, he could almost pretend nothing had really changed. He could almost trick himself into waiting for her to walk in and practise Confringo with him. He could almost hear Ominis and Anne's laughter as the Gobstones splashed him with their juice.

Almost.

Sebastian wanted to ask you to practise some spells with him there. Maybe, just maybe, if you placed your body at a certain angle and shrugged off your Gryffindor robes, he could have seen her.

But your hair was shorter. Just a little.

He had noticed it the day before when you'd turned around to collect your potion ingredients, and it had been eating at him ever since. Stupid, really, because your hair should have been the last, meaningless point on his list of discrepancies between you two.

As demonstrated by your escapade in the Library, it was quite obvious that, aside from some physical features and your last name, you two were like chalk and cheese. He recalled it all with tears prickling the corners of his eyes, because as much as he wished he could mould and fix and shape, he couldn’t. It was a mismatched proposition he was being lured into like a lake of sirens; showing him exactly what he wanted, before the real trick came out.

He wasn’t the guide.

"I can be sneaky, let's go," she had said, naively.

"Hold on, now," he had answered her with a small, knowing smile.

"Is it always this easy to sneak in?" he heard his voice say again.

"The Library is closed at this hour, so no. It's not."

He wasn’t the protector.

"You said the librarian would be gone by now!"

"I said usually!"

"It's five to eight. That means we have twenty minutes, at max, before Madam Pince returns," and he had nodded in understanding.

He was nothing he used to be and everything he loathed the most. Just as he had been that day in the Catacombs.

Sebastian took a loud, deep breath that sounded more like a choked gasp.

Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong. It felt like the Universe (or that damn Supreme Being that had been toying with him since he arrived in this world) had swapped your places. And the more he looked at you, the less he saw her.

And that scared him, because if one thing was true about Sebastian Sallow, it was that he was a selfish, heedless bastard when it came to matters of the heart, and if the only way to have her back by his side was to love her vicariously through you, he wasn't going to budge.

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has anyone ever written the crack fic where dumbledore does hire voldemort as dada professor and then voldemort ends up being so burdened by the insane course load (and terrible pay) that he ends up postponing his world domination plans a few years over and over and over and over until they’re only a fleeting thought he sometimes reminisces on with the classic when i was your age and it’s always met with sure grandpa let’s get you back to bed

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Ominis: So you lied to me?

Sebastian: Well, that depends on how you define "lying"

Ominis: I define it as 'not telling the truth', how do you define it?

Sebastian:

Sebastian: Reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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Dads who had their portraits drawn by their children 🖼️

I'd like to see Sebastian being a doting father and Ominis shedding tears of emotion...🥹💓

(On a personal note, I'm taking a break from drawing for a few weeks as my real life will be busy for a while! I might be tweeting something in Japanese on Twitter, but I'll stop updating my Tumblr for the time being 🙌)

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Study

It has been a while since I drew Sebastian! The manga is progressing rapidly, and I'm looking forward to its completion! I can't wait to draw more and more!

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I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

The Repertoire Of Memory is Worn

Fic masterlist

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: The last edited chapter before we get to the real new stuff, right after ONE YEAR OF ILYET! Happy brithday to this fic!!

AO3 - Wattpad

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Perhaps Sebastian should have given the Gryffindor Prefects less credit after all. He should take back the bonus sapphires he had reluctantly given to the red gryphon for his "hospitality."

Because at that moment, it felt like anything but.

He remembered the look Hermione had given you when you were about to tell him your secret. Maybe a deep and dark one, the kind of secret that can only be shared through hushed whispers and damp breaths. The kind of secret that you’d only disclose to a trusted person.

Or, well, perhaps that was too far-fetched.

In any case, your tone of voice and the look in your eyes clearly showed that whatever you wished to disclose to him wasn't something you would have told Umbridge — or any other less preposterous teacher. And he wasn’t worthy either, apparently.

Sebastian wasn't looking for validation, nor was he fishing for pity; but maybe he did wish to be seen.

All things considered, no one in his new circle of friends — which looked more like a segment and a dot, given he didn't yet know where he stood with you — knew of his his deep and dark secret: his misadventure, nor of the reason he occasionally tugged at his sleeves when the cardigan itched at his wrists.

Sebastian didn’t know what to make of that burning longing sliding up and down his throat.

He wanted to tell Daphne.

He wanted to tell you.

He wanted to tell everyone.

Hell, he'd have even told Draco Malfoy if it meant that at least someone would acknowledge his standing, no matter how asinine and annoying their comments might be.

"...unless it's absolutely necessary," he recalled, echoing in his mind like an eerie consciousness. But where was it that he could draw the line between necessary and extremely-and-idiotically-self-indulgent?

It had been, reluctantly, two weeks since the Artefact had brought him there. Two weeks in which he hadn't seen Ominis or Anne — not that they wanted him around anyway. Two weeks without hearing her voice. Two weeks since he’d basked in a short wave of comfort that almost bordered friendship with you that day. Two weeks in which you hadn't visited the Undercroft, not even once.

Sebastian was there all the time, much to his dismay. If he sat there long enough, he could almost pretend nothing had really changed. He could almost trick himself into waiting for her to walk in and practise Confringo with him. He could almost hear Ominis and Anne's laughter as the Gobstones splashed him with their juice.

Almost.

Sebastian wanted to ask you to practise some spells with him there. Maybe, just maybe, if you placed your body at a certain angle and shrugged off your Gryffindor robes, he could have seen her.

But your hair was shorter. Just a little.

He had noticed it the day before when you'd turned around to collect your potion ingredients, and it had been eating at him ever since. Stupid, really, because your hair should have been the last, meaningless point on his list of discrepancies between you two.

As demonstrated by your escapade in the Library, it was quite obvious that, aside from some physical features and your last name, you two were like chalk and cheese. He recalled it all with tears prickling the corners of his eyes, because as much as he wished he could mould and fix and shape, he couldn’t. It was a mismatched proposition he was being lured into like a lake of sirens; showing him exactly what he wanted, before the real trick came out.

He wasn’t the guide.

"I can be sneaky, let's go," she had said, naively.

"Hold on, now," he had answered her with a small, knowing smile.

"Is it always this easy to sneak in?" he heard his voice say again.

"The Library is closed at this hour, so no. It's not."

He wasn’t the protector.

"You said the librarian would be gone by now!"

"I said usually!"

"It's five to eight. That means we have twenty minutes, at max, before Madam Pince returns," and he had nodded in understanding.

He was nothing he used to be and everything he loathed the most. Just as he had been that day in the Catacombs.

Sebastian took a loud, deep breath that sounded more like a choked gasp.

Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong. It felt like the Universe (or that damn Supreme Being that had been toying with him since he arrived in this world) had swapped your places. And the more he looked at you, the less he saw her.

And that scared him, because if one thing was true about Sebastian Sallow, it was that he was a selfish, heedless bastard when it came to matters of the heart, and if the only way to have her back by his side was to love her vicariously through you, he wasn't going to budge.

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🍓How did you get into writing fanfiction? 🥤recommend an author/fanfic you love.

I'm curious 👀❤️

First off: thank you for the ask !!❤️❤️

WELL

🍓How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Through Sebastian Sallow actually. At least proper fanfiction (we don't count the fics I was writing at 13 on wattpad pls).

Hopped on tumblr after my tiktok was full of edits of him (and I was, with my whole chest, saying "why's everyone obsessed? he's kinda ugly". Newsflash, look at me now), and began devouring each fic I saw. Then, I dreamt the first scene of my current longfic and I said, yk what??

So it started

🥤recommend an author/fanfic you love.

You cannot ask me that on here, I'll go on a rampage.

Keeping it smol: everything from @spaceyaceface and @sebastianswallows is top notch!! and @anto-pops is, of course, a pillar: no bad fic on her acc, it's POLISHED.

As for specific fics, those are some I began reading that I adore: Redamancy by sophiver, Sanguiscrour and You Give As Good As You Get by pickledfishfingers (THIS ONE ESPECIALLY. ABSOLUTE UNDERRATED WRITER IMO), If I Knew It All Then by leviosally.

I'm keeping many others on my watch. I haven't had time to read properly in a while so I'm missing outtt!!!