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Ominis
I really love his face viewed from this side.
Like a puppy with droopy ears... Soooo adorable!
こっち側のオミの顔がほんと好き。
垂れ耳の子犬みたいできゃわ~
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The plan was group study, end up as group nap 😂
Garreth face being a bit grouchy while he try to sleep, because he was pissed his potion experiment failed again. They just hangout at MC's room of requirement.
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The culprit who took their picture:
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“If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever”
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Ominis 🥰
Feeling pretty squealy happy dance about the new chapter up in ‘Return of Sebastian Sallow.’
(Takes place 10 Years After Hogwarts) read it on AO3 or Wattpad if you’re into it.
Excerpt from latest Ominis POV chapter below! (Spoilers, but only a little, and worth it🙃)
Thiago Braga, OC. Magizoologist. Castleobruxo alum.
“Thiago Braga, you listen to me,” I start, not entirely sure of what I might say next, but trying my best to speak from the heart. I swallow against a throat that is tacky with dregs of courage that taste stale and bitter and demand that my chest take in air in only very short gasps.
“I don’t know why — and I do not care to learn — but the hard reality of my meager life is that I have had no one, no one, in my life like you. Yes, I have Anne, April and, rather unbelievably, Sebastian, again. Even Sharp. Friends, allies, advocates. Brother, sisters. And now that I think of it, once after Sebastian left, Garreth Weasley punched Hobhouse in the jaw on my behalf for calling me a ‘snake charmer.’ That was nice. But the point is – no one has ever…”
Dear god, why is this so difficult!
“...no one has ever loved me the way you have. The way you do. The way you are.”
I stop myself, thank heavens, before my voice cracks with emotion, and I squeeze his shoulders. Thiago begins a dismissive sigh but I cut him off, powering though. “No! You will not dismiss me. I am speaking!”
Oh dear, I can feel tears streaming down my face. Press on, Ominis.
“I’m speaking from my heart, Thiago, and what I say matters. You make me feel like what I say matters. You make me feel like I matter, so you of all people do not get to dismiss my reality because of your own discomfort with how I revere you. Are we clear?”
My heart is racing with the fear that I am coming across too harshly but Thiago’s tongue crackles in his mouth while he presumably swallows, and he squeezes my hand. He whispers, simply, “yes. I am listening, my prince. Always, to you.”
Links to AO3 or Wattpad
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Memories of Noctua
One of Ominis’ earliest and most cherished memories was of his Aunt Noctua comforting him. He would never forget the sound of her voice, the feel of the beaded strings of her dress beneath his fingers, and the faint scent of roses as she promised she would always love him.
TT with video with audio can be found here.
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