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[accio-bagel]

Chocolate Frog Card sketches: Hogwarts Legacy OC Collection

Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 in progress

Welp, I originally had the idea to do these as holiday cards but life got in the way, so I’m late as usual 🙃😅

OCs:

Matty @girl-named-matty

Cassie @acslytherpuff

Damien @theladyofshalott1989

Alyn @ps-cactus

Freddie @freddiestheproblemchild

Tori @espressoristretto-patronum

Jo @ravenwind-75

Val @savingsallow

James @leaping-toadstool-caps

This is only the first batch, many more are already in the works and will be making their way into the inboxes of my beloveds soon 💚💕 At this moment I am filled with anxiety about making anyone feel left out, so bear with me and please don’t think I’ve forgotten you, friends!

[syrooo]

Hogwarts legacy but make it ✨ Sailor Moon ✨

Parents of the MCs btw -

@rypnami @whalesongsblog @espressoristretto-patronum @ravenwind-75 @starry-slithers @honeyxmooncalves @heylorrain @butternutt613 @glasswoodonthebrain @anomalyaly

GUYS, SORRY IF THIS IS UGLY LMAOOO, ILL DO YALL’s MCS JUSTICE WHEN I DRAW THEM INDIVIDUALLY (I cannot draw more than 2 people in a portrait so this was really difficult)

ANYWAY, *frolicks away*

[amethystandemma]

Happy birthday to @ravenwind-75 and Jo! In honor of this wonderful day, I wrote something for you!

Thank you so much for being an incredible friend. I hope your day is absolutely amazing!

Alright, here we go. It’s kinda rushed because I completely lost track of time. But I wanted to get you something!

Silas, @girl-named-matty’s OC, is mentioned in this as well!

WC: 515

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Edward Glasspetal wasn’t the best at talking to others. He tended to go on very long, very in-depth rambles whenever he got particularly excited about something. Most of his fellow students, even fellow Ravenclaws, didn’t match his enthusiasm and found it off-putting.

But not Jo.

She let him talk for hours at a time about anything and everything he had learned and found fascinating; even joining in and actively conversing with him. What others found irritating, she found endearing. When others pushed him away, she drew him closer.

She was so special to Edward, so he wanted to do something special for her on her birthday. No, he needed to show her how much she meant to him.

He waited by their meeting spot, a quiet bench in the Hufflepuff gardens, holding what he hoped were acceptable gifts for a friend: a bouquet of sunflowers, a necklace, and a golden Claddagh ring he had made himself. 

Of course, it didn’t even occur to him that the ring could mean something other than friendship. He really hoped she (or Silas) wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

Right as he was starting to put the ring away, deciding it was too much, he heard her footsteps approaching. Edward took a deep breath and turned around to face her.

“Happy birthday Johanna.” he said, holding out the bouquet.

As usual, Jo looked stunning. Even with the shocked expression on her face. And when she smiled, he felt his heart melt.

“Edward, you didn’t need to do anything,” said Jo. “Really. Your company is enough.”

“But I wanted to do something.” Edward held out the bouquet, placing it into her hands. “You… well, you mean a lot to me.”

Jo grasped the sunflowers in her delicate hands, holding them close to her chest. She looked down at the yellow flowers and back up at him. “You’re something else, you know that?” 

Edward laughed with her, running a hand through his brown hair. It was still shocking to him how easily she was able to make him happy. Just a simple smile was enough to make even the dullest day brighter.

“I also got you this.” Edward handed her the emerald necklace, his hands shaking ever so slightly. “It’s your birthstone. Represents rebirth. Or renewal. I don’t remember which one.”

Another laugh from him. This one from nerves. His hand shook even more as he took the ring out of his pocket.

“And… this is a ring. For you.” Edward winced. “Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn’t be giving it to you. It’s… um… not romantic or anything. It… it represents friendship. Not romance or anything—”

He was interrupted by Jo grasping onto his hand, squeezing it gently. His face began to redden at the touch.

“Edward. It’s lovely.”

Edward let out a sigh of relief. He helped her get the ring on, as well as the necklace. Then, he gave her one final gift.

A hug.

“Thank you for everything,” he mumbled against her hair. “Your friendship means everything to me.”

Jo wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. “Me too Edward. Me too.”

[accio-bagel]

Ahhhh i love her!! Thank you so much @lyworth 😍🥹🥲

Six MC Challenge complete!✨

Thank you for lending me your lovely ladies to draw, I had so much fun! Hope you like how they turned out!🫶

MCs from left to right:

Evelyne, @libellule-ao3

Faustine, @faustinio27

Ellie, @accio-bagel

Elsie, @anomalyaly

Amberlyn, @ps-cactus

Beth, @betheckart

[accio-bagel]

@freddiestheproblemchild’s Freddie and Ellie for OC Kiss Week 💘

The prompts I chose were Desperate and Stolen. My goal was to focus more on the emotions and mood than technical details for this

[syrooo]

Part 2.5 of the art challenge 🎀

So sorry for the delay and the lack of MCs here, I got into an accident and a few family issues , still recovering. I’ll finish the rest promptly, sorry again 😭

@rypnami

@espressoristretto-patronum

@accio-bagel

@glasswoodonthebrain

@lilacquintet

[anomalyaly]

right where you left me

Summary: You died. Sebastian secretly had a portrait of you commissioned.

I profusely apologize for the pain.

Inspired by @sychenb for the prompt idea. Also crediting @sloanesallow for her headcanon about Sebastian keeping track of numbers.

(also sort of inspired by Unus Annus - iykyk - and Taylor Swift, if you couldn't guess by the title)

Tags: Angst, F!Reader POV (you), unreliable narrator, vague ship (Sebastian x reader/Ominis x reader), Sebastian was in love with you but never confessed, death, grief, ambiguous ending, overall the sads in general, I cried while writing this

[AO3] [Wattpad]

It had been 279 days since you died.

At least, that’s what Sebastian tells you — your portrait, anyway. It was all that was left of you after the devastating battle you had fought and never walked away from. You hadn’t even known he’d had a portrait of you commissioned when you were alive until you woke up, your body cold, your face illuminated by the flickering candles of the Undercroft.

He comes to visit you every day — some days, he simply sits in front of you, cross-legged and silent. You creep into the frame and study him, the shadows on his face, a haunted look in his eye — unfamiliar. You can only recall a bright, talkative, charming boy with whom you were once close. You didn’t recognize him the first time he visited you, yet his presence brings you comfort.

On other days, you see traces of the boy he was before. He bursts in through the gate talking nonstop about everyone who misses you, about something he saw that you would have liked or that reminded him of you. Sometimes, he even brings you gifts and places them in front of your frame so you can admire them when he’s away.

That’s where he keeps you — hidden behind a wooden crate in the Undercroft like a sacred shrine, untouched by anyone but him. He only speaks with you when he is alone.

Another boy comes in on occasion, and you only know because of the sound of his voice and the pulsing red light of his wand that you can see from behind the pile of crates. Ominis, you remember Sebastian telling you, another friend from when you were alive. Sometimes they argue, other times they refuse to acknowledge each other. But Sebastian always keeps you tucked away, his own personal secret.

“It’s almost Christmas,” he sighs as he plops down in front of you. “300 days since you…well, since— ”

He could never bring himself to finish that sentence, even after almost a year. You never finish it for him.

“Are you going back to Feldcroft?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t leave you here alone. I couldn’t do that to you.”

You knew he probably hadn’t been back since that dreadful day. He had only spoken of it once to refresh your memory. He never brought it up again.

“Sebastian,” you say, and he perks up at the sound of his name leaving your painted lips, “how come you always hide me away when Ominis comes in? Doesn’t he want to talk to me, too?”

His eyes flash with something — anger, perhaps, it was hard to tell from your two-dimensional world — and he stands, approaching your portrait. “He wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m only a portrait,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s not like you’ve been practicing necromancy.”

It wasn’t the right thing to say, but you don’t completely understand why. He turns away from you, fists clenched, shoulders tense and hunched over, before running his fingers through his hair and repeating himself more adamantly. “He wouldn’t understand.”

You remember him uttering a similar statement throughout your short life at Hogwarts — secrets that only the two of you shared, unbeknownst to Ominis until it was too late. “Surely he misses me, too— ”

“Did you love him?”

The question takes you by surprise, though you think it’s not the first time he’s asked it. “What?”

Sebastian whirls to face you, his gaze intense, demanding. “Did you love him? Or did you love me?”

Your portrait blinks, confused. Truthfully, you hadn’t been alive nearly long enough to confirm your feelings for either of them, but you knew that both boys had been important to you during your last few months of life. The portrait of you had only been a time capsule of your fifteen-year-old self — undecided and immature. You’re not even certain if the emotions you feel now are real or remnants of what you experienced when you were alive. “I…I cared deeply for both of you if that’s what you’re asking.”

Your answer nearly breaks him, as if he’s heard it a million times before. He tugs at his hair, the movement causing him to look frenzied and mad. “That’s not what I asked! Who did you — ”

“Sebastian?”

The voice of the intruder causes both of you to freeze. Sebastian pulls himself out from behind the crate and holds a finger to his lips before pushing it in front of you once more.

“Over here, Ominis.”

You hear footsteps and see the red glow of the other boy’s wand, then shuffling as Sebastian strategically places himself in front of the wooden box. The echoing footsteps grow closer, and you straighten at Ominis’s frantic tone as he speaks.

“Who were you talking to?” he asks. “I…I thought I heard…her.”

“No one else is here but me,” Sebastian says, guarded.

You can practically feel Ominis’s internal struggle to believe him. You decide that there have been enough secrets between the three of you — you’re not going to let it carry on post-mortem.

“Ominis? Is that you?” you call out. You hear Sebastian press his body against the crate in front of you. Ominis pushes past him, and they both tumble into it, knocking it over and exposing your portrait.

Chaos ensues at Ominis’s realization. The two boys are shouting at each other in front of you as you are helpless to stop them — Ominis, for having yet another secret kept from him, and Sebastian, for defending his reasonings. You aren’t sure if it’s because of jealousy, grief, or some combination of the two, but all you want is for the noise to stop.

You call out helplessly from your portrait, wishing you could step between them, just as you had done time and time again all those months ago. Before everything had gone so wrong.

Suddenly, hot, angry tears are pouring down both of their faces, and you are overcome with just how useless you are at this moment — a fragmented memory, trapped within the confines of your magical canvas. You want nothing more than to hug each of them, to let them feel your arms around them in comfort and take their pain away.

But you are gone.

The two boys now stand solemn and silent in front of you. Ominis takes a step closer, his wand hovering over your portrait before he runs his fingers along the gilded frame. “Is it…really you?”

“No.” You can hear the flatness in Sebastian’s voice, how tired and worn he truly is. He repeats exactly what you thought only moments before as if to confirm it. “She hardly remembers what happened, or even who we are. She’s just a fragment. A memory.”

You want to argue that it is you, but you know that he’s right. You barely remembered your living self until Sebastian explained everything to you on his daily visits. Whispers of your personality still shine through on occasion, but you are otherwise simply existing.

Ominis sighs, and you can hear the weight behind it, as if he had been holding his breath and finally allowed himself to release it. He traces his fingers along the divots of the frame once more, and you try to will yourself to feel it.

The two boys exchange an unspoken conversation that thickens the tension in the air. They seem to come to an agreement, and you let out a small breath — if you can call it that — of relief when they sit down in front of you and appear to bask in your presence. You stay quiet and allow them this moment — it’s the only thing you can do.

The days that follow are the same. No longer is Sebastian coming in alone for covert meetings with your portrait. Now, you see both Sebastian and Ominis at the same time every single day, a religious appointment that they’ve set aside just for you. They take turns talking to you, even if they can only manage a few words, and you learn to appreciate their company, knowing that you were loved by both of them in life.

Just like old times, Sebastian says, and the three of you laugh.

Christmas approaches quickly, or that’s what they say when they come to visit a short while later. They bring your favorite things from when you were alive — chocolate frogs, flowers, even books, which Sebastian reads to you — and they tell you stories about you and the kind of person they knew you to be. You wonder if it’s true, or if they have created an idealistic image of you since you are no longer there with them. Not really.

Kind, they say that you were, thoughtful, loving, self-sacrificial, and maybe a bit idealistic. You were friends with both of them, after all, the mischievous pair that they were, before everything was taken away from them, before life was unfair. They try to smile for you and remind you that Christmas at the castle is a time for celebration, but you can tell that it’s a weak facade.

You smile back at them anyway.

The anniversary of your death approaches. Neither of them can bring themselves to say anything, aside from a few words to honor you. So the three of you sit in tearful silence, admiring the flowers that they decorated your portrait with. You think you can almost smell the sweet aroma of the bouquets.

Something changes in the air — you can sense it — though you aren’t sure what. You notice it when their visits become shorter, with fewer stories to tell, and fewer presents left in front of your frame. Sebastian and Ominis start showing up at separate times, stopping in for a brief hello before leaving with an excuse. You start to wonder what they are doing when they are gone, but you are unable to leave your frame — only one portrait of you was ever commissioned.

Soon, they start missing days, returning at a later time with profuse apologies about how life was busy, but they still miss you. Difficult classes, detention, studying for NEWTs, and preparing for a career — all of these seem to take precedence over you. But they still manage to make time in all of the hectic day-to-day activities, and you look forward to the days when they do come.

You wake up one morning and realize you are in a different location — Feldcroft, most likely, though you hadn’t seen it since that fateful day. Sebastian hangs your frame up on the wall, promising that he and Ominis will come to visit you more often now that they have graduated.

They don’t.

The length of time in between seeing them grows longer, you’re certain of it. Each time one of them arrives, they look a little bit different — sometimes they have longer hair, other times a bit of scruff around their chins, but they always come in looking more weathered than they had when you last saw them.

You realize that they are doing something that you will never again be able to join them in — growing older. You start to wonder about their lives outside of you, yet your painted mind cannot comprehend what an adult life looks like, forever frozen in your adolescent state. You find that you are unable to relate to any of their stories, and they seem to be holding back in what they choose to share.

I wish you were still here, they always say before they go, and you start to wonder if they mean it.

At long last, the visits from your once two closest friends become scarce, and you aren’t certain how much time has passed since someone last spoke to you. The bright flowers that once decorated your golden frame wither and die, and the little gifts they used to leave stay untouched and unopened. The tiny cottage in Feldcroft becomes a sepulcher of your essence — a permanent reminder that you are no longer among the living.

You can’t help but wonder if it was something you did, if their reasons for not returning were your fault. You can feel the stories that they used to tell you fading away, unable to retain the memories in your current form.

You decide that it’s time to rest.

In the quiet house, just south of Hogwarts, your portrait closes its eyes. You do not wake again.

[ravenwind-75]

You broke me too

Hi, Tracey! I just wanted to drop by and tell you how much I admire you and your art! You’ve been such an inspiration to me and many other artists out there. The way you draw comics and character expressions is incredible, and I often use your art as a reference whenever I’m struggling 🫣 TNFY stole the hearts of so many people, and you both deserve all the love and praise! I hope you have a wonderful rest of the year and happy holidays! ⛄️🎁

Uh… g-g-guys!

I think you broke me with that message and utterly adorable comic (it brought out the cute aggression in the snowman 😅) am bedside myself you actually made this 😭 excuse me whilst I fangirl over here to Lyla and nfy, they are so cute!!! as are you!🫵🏽 And what! No, too hard to believe that as one’ve my favourite artists 🙈 Thank you for absolutely charming and inspiring us with your stories and art!!! 🥹😭🫂💕

Happy Holidays 🎁☃️☄️💥

[choccy-milky]

people-watching and gossiping 💅

(more older seblora brainrot bc of my oneshot)

[snowdropssunflowers]

Mc: Worried about shit she can't control.

Natsai: Ah, break from studying! Studying is probably incredibly unstimulating for her, the woman needs drama and adventure for Merlin's sake!

Poppy: Really wants to be there for her friends, even the human ones, but there is a right time and place for everything.

Sebastian: Loving goofball or future psych patient?

Inspired by @theealbatross incorrect quotes: https://www.tumblr.com/theealbatross/754221733988433920?source=share

[aliazen]

A round-up of old friends

[accio-bagel]

actual reaction:

Potions class & MC-Bash!

Loving them all together 🥰

Gryffindor table creators: Wren & Freddie: @freddiestheproblemchild Jamie: @rypnami Phillip: @endeavour12345 Raegan: @hazyange1s Claire: @n0va25 Fynian: @pierrot-dokki

Hufflepuff table creators: James: @leaping-toadstool-caps Tori: @espressoristretto-patronum Elijah: @pikadrawsthings

Ravenclaw table creators: Aurelie: @morelikeravenbore Jo: @ravenwind-75 Alyn: @ps-cactus Danny: @catohphm Julia: @superconductivebean Damien: @theladyofshalott1989 NFY: @traceyc-uk Edward: @amethystandemma

Slytherin table creators: Val & Ale: @savingsallow Ellie: @accio-bagel Evelyn: @celestial--sapphic Chris: @diana-bluewolf Sunan: @itsame-domi/@dom1re

I hope I got everyone & I hope you all enjoyed!

[accio-bagel]

Chocolate Frog Card sketches: Hogwarts Legacy OC Collection

Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 in progress

OCs:

Phillip and Auri @rypnami

Danny @catohphm

Adanna @cuffmeinblack

Ambrose @ellivenollivander

Krissy @newbienewness

Eloise @myokk

Ren @leaping-toadstool-caps

Ale @savingsallow

Thank you all for being such a wonderful part of the fandom experience for me 💕

I have so many more of these on my to do list 🥲 hopefully I’ll have more time for them soon 💚

[syrooo]

Them <3

Gossip besties ✨☕️

Val - @savingsallow :33

EXTRA -

A little hint to what I’m drawing next 👀

Wait should I low-key make this a mini series of Val, Renn, Ale and Dani just vibing 🚨🚨💅💅

[stein0806]

My part of an art trade with the ever amazing @tamayula-hl I really REALLY love her nameless MC, and how Tama-san draws her interactions with Ominis. I had a lot of fun drawing her!! Tama-san!! Thank you for accepting the art trade!! I hope you like what I made for you <3 And I'd love to do another one someday!!!

Credits to @smilenewfifthyear for helping me look for the BG references😘

[jmliebert]

When Sebastian Sallow is Jealous ♡

Sebastian Sallow? Jealous? That’s ridiculous. Why would he be jealous? Just because you’re over there laughing with Leander Prewett like he’s suddenly the funniest person alive? No. He’s fine. He’s just watching from across the room, jaw clenched, eyes slightly crazed—but that’s only because he hates that bloke, alright?

"Your eyelid is twitching," says Ominis.

"No, it’s not." Sebastian scoffs. (It absolutely is.)

he has zero problems with you spending every waking moment with Natsai Onai. Oh, you two just happened to escape on hippogriffs under the cover of night? Wonderful! So cool! See? Look at that smile on his face. It’s only slightly strained.

and don’t even get him started on Ominis and his whole I-can-speak-to-snakes thing. "Between you two, I’m starting to feel a little left out…" he mutters, but totally not in a bitter way. Nope. Not at all.

the truth is, Sebastian is passionate—especially when it comes to you. Ever since you bested him in that duel, he’s been hooked. And while he knows it’s completely unreasonable to expect all of your attention, that doesn’t stop him from sulking in the background whenever you give it to someone else. He’ll scowl. He’ll dramatically insert himself into whatever you're doing. He’ll challenge you to unnecessary competitions just to keep your eyes on him.

But when it’s just the two of you? Oh. Oh. That’s when he shines. Banter is his love language, and every sassy comeback you throw his way only makes his grin widen. Sometimes he’ll pretend to be offended, crossing his arms like he’s truly mad. But then his lips twitch, and his eyes soften, and yeah—he’s fooling no one.

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 hi, you can find more of my works about sebastian ♡here♡