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No idea what this is talking about... (keeps daydreaming about the many fictional boyfriends instead going out in the real world)🤣🤣

(Also just trying to prove that @sevsnapes still has fans🤣🤣)

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“Wouldn’t it be funny if this night was the last time we ever spoke to each other?”

Bojack Horseman quote that I think works with my DUrgexGale angst. Two former chosen made playthings by the gods they worshipped. Neither can see a future for themselves beyond self sacrifice, and neither think they deserve to be loved by the other.

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Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List

What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)

General

Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Do they have any secrets that can be revealed?  What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner) 

Story Specific

How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?

How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?

Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?

What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with? 

Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?

How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin?  How is Orin's deception revealed?  How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?

How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer?  Can they offer to become one themselves?  Does their reaction change if they’re romanced? 

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

Romance

Is your Tav a romanceable character?  Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test? 

If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor?  Haarlep?

Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?

What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au!

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One of the best writers here💚💚

1.6k Follower Giveaway 🤍

So as I’m not really writing at the moment, I thought I’d use the time to do a fic giveaway ✍🏽

Rules: To enter, either like, reblog or comment on this post. All three will earn you three entries. Winner will have their choice of plot, HL pairing and it can be personalised with your OC if requested. SFW or NSFW both accepted.

I will use a randomiser to pick a winner on Saturday the 13th of January. Good luck 🤍

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❣️ What's important is that you write YOUR story the way you want to write it.

❣️ Who cares what anyone else says, write your story.

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Omg new post and so soon??? That's unbelievable honestly lmaoo

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I only wear it when I need to see further away so I constantly surprise people I know who are like: "You need glasses? It looks cool but since when?"

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Reblog please 💚🖤

dont ever hesitate. reblog this.

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Dying Isn’t So Scary with You

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

In which Bucky and Y/N have a deep late night conversation.

a/n: This might have been inspired by the first episode of 'I'm Dying Up Here'. Please, I just want someone to look at me like that 😭

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of killing, slight angst, fluff

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Faint wind, the rough surface of the compound’s roof beneath them, and contentment laced in the air, intoxicating them with every breath.

“You know what they say?” Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s in the weak light of the moon. His attention was on her completely as his head leaned down toward her, a curious look weaved with his features. “When you die, a piece of your soul stays with the person you spent your last moment with,” she continued.

And she was serious. Because if she weren’t, she would have crinkled her nose. Or the right corner of her mouth would have twitched. Bucky had spent enough time studying her to know what gave her away. But neither of those things had happened. She was staring at Bucky with anticipation. Her eyes were round and soft, focusing on his as a bright smile snug onto her mien.

“Who is 'they'?” Though amusement replaced his expression, he was not making fun of her at all. He could never do that. Y/N’s interest in the afterlife would be taken as seriously as every other topic. 

She shrugged. ”Just people.” And then she looked ahead into the night. 

“People, huh?” Bucky followed her gaze. He fixated on a bright light, miles upon miles away from them. It was calming - solid and warm. A focus point that enacted its purpose without being within reach.

“Yeah.” 

A pleasant silence took up the space between them then. The only sounds surrounding the pair were the distant chirping of crickets hiding in the bushes beneath and the steady whirring of Bucky’s vibranium arm as it was propped behind him to support his leaning on it.

Bucky really loved these moments. A little peace in the everlasting chaos that surrounded the Avengers day in and out. Like a seldom escape into the slow and steady rhythm of a life that could have been. A life he wished for with Y/N by his side. A moment that showed him that normal still was within the realm of possibilities for him. Whether he would take it, was another thing though.

“What do you think about that?” His voice broke through the quiet. And his head traveled back to the woman beside him, eyeing her profile as it was lit by the weak hues of the night. He liked that, too: Watching as her expressions changed and imagining what thoughts swarmed through her beautiful mind.

“I think it’s wonderful.” Her eyes were trained on the light, still - a smile present on her lips as her words left them. 

She was refreshing - how she simply accepted it while his head was pounding with ‘what-ifs’ at her prior statement. One so strong he had to say it out loud. It hit too close to home, and he needed her to affirm his worries harmless with her powerful calmness.

“But what if the last person you were with was the one that killed you?” Bucky’s mind wandered further while he waited for an answer. He thought about all the pieces of souls he would carry with him if this statement were true. It was a bunch. Too much for one person to carry, and that’s what he felt like most of the time. But he wouldn’t accept that this was not something he had to manage. He did it, so he had to deal with it as well.

“Well, then I hope my soul will make them feel remorse for eternity,” Y/N muttered absently, and Bucky shifted his focus back to the distance unfolding before him. That’s exactly what these souls did. He felt them doing it right at this moment. Pressing on his conscience like a heavyweight.

Y/N turned her head towards him when he didn’t comment on her statement. She must have sensed what bothered him. He didn’t even attempt to hide it in her presence. She would figure it out sooner or later. Pushing him on it until he bent under her and spilled his thoughts into one giant puddle before them.

“What about you?” She offered - hesitant to ease the weird tension that had built up between the two. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. It felt as if it had to be there - in its rightful place.

“What about me?” His eyes glazed over. He hadn’t blinked for a while, but it felt right. He wanted to feel the slight stinging of the wind in his eyeballs to remind him how tangible this moment was - to anchor himself back to reality as he waited for the storm in his mind to pass.

Y/N placed her hand on his knee and her thumb began stroking the fabric of his jeans in a steady movement. Bucky averted his gaze from the light in the distance, focusing on her fingers instead. “What do you think happens when we die?"

“I- I don't know, Y/N.” It wasn’t fair. She didn’t have anything to do with it. This was his trouble, and ruining one of these sparse moments with his insecurities didn’t feel right. 

Her head dipped to the side, resting on his shoulder and nuzzling deeper into his shirt as a short hum came from her throat. She closed her eyes, and Bucky could feel her warm breath through the thin fabric covering his skin.

“What?” He whispered. Careful to maintain the newfound serenity.

“I guess I can’t say anything to that.” Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Neither one of us has died before.”

That was true, but both of them had come very close to it more than a few times. And Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander again at the thought of it. It was almost unbelievable how regularly they escaped death in their lives, on missions. It had happened often enough to believe in some kind of higher power - or something else.

"Maybe we have.” Bucky leaked through his silent monologue.

“Huh?” Her head lifted from his shoulder and her eyes sought his with a questioning glare. He looked at her, trying to convey as much seriousness and calmness as possible in his next words.

“Maybe we have died before, we just don’t know.”

Of course, he had played with the thought before. If anything, Bucky’s life felt like the punishment the devil would put upon a person sent to him. And at one point, the super soldier had questioned the purity of his heart too much for it to be healthy. It wasn’t easy living with everything he had done. And it certainly didn’t help that he had memories for two lifetimes to process while doing so. But Y/N made it easier. She reminded him of his good sides.

“That's a scary thing to think about.” 

It surely was, but that was not what Y/N meant by that. Her hand found his cheek, and he leaned into her touch like a reflex. She wanted to comfort him, because for some - for him inexplicable - reason, she knew exactly what happened in his head. And it felt good to be understood. Not only that. He was also accepted - loved, even, despite his demons and flaws.

“Is it though?” His hand covered hers, his mind slowly feeling at ease again. She had that effect on him. It was her own little superpower.

“What do you mean?” Curiosity spiked in her features. She searched his face for an answer as if she was skipping through a novel. Amazement and joy evident in her reaction with every inch of him she focused on.

“Well, isn’t it kind of relieving to think about death as a new beginning rather than the end.” He wanted that. For her, at least. Her soul deserved to live a thousand lives because it would bring happiness to so many more.

“Huh,” her stare focused on the darkness behind him before her eyes found their way back into his again, “I guess so.” Then she retracted her hand and rested her head back in the crook of his neck.

Bucky chuckled at that. 

“What,” she mumbled into his skin, inhaling his scent with a deep breath afterward.

“Nothing.” His hand found the back of her head, stroking her hair and pressing her deeper into him - protective, and safe.

Silence consumed the moment once again, and Y/N’s hand started drawing shapes on his leg, now. The action made goosebumps run up his body. He liked it, though. There were few things Bucky didn’t like in association with Y/N. He would probably argue that there weren’t any, and sometimes it sure felt like that. Right now, was one of these times.

Bucky laid back on the roof, taking Y/N with him as his right arm was already wrapped around her shoulders, his hand disappearing in her hair. The stars above the compound were a lot brighter than the ones over the city in the distance. And when he turned toward the woman in his arms, he could see her features even clearer. 

Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to him. And he could say that with confidence after all the horrible things he had endured. She was the light of his life, with her bright smile and her everlasting optimism that never once failed to put his mind at ease. He wasn’t sure what he deserved her with, but he would try and hold on to her for as long as possible. She was his temple - his safe haven.

“I wouldn’t mind dying right now, then,” Bucky whispered with his eyes closed, squeezing her shoulder with his other hand. She propped herself up on the arm placed by his side.

“What?” 

Her expression told him that his statement concerned her very much, so he continued in order to calm her nerves. “I think having a piece of me with you is the best place it could be.”

Her eyes lit up at that. “You really think that?”

Bucky just smiled in response. Her head came closer to his, and then he kissed her. Pulling her deeper into his embrace, he tried to tell her everything he really thought of, until their lungs were on fire and forced them to break apart again. Yes, it truly was the best place he could be.

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Snail Sneeze

516 words of Jesties friendship. Read/kudos/comment on ao3.

“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.”

“Jester, I really don’t see how–hck.”

“You have to repeat after me!” The voice comes from the direction of Essek’s stomach, blue hair and belled horns laying on his middle. Her voice carries a smile and barely suppressed giggles even if Essek cannot see them at this flat angle.

“Is this a children’s rhyme? hck.” 

“Does it matter, Essie? Don’t you trust me?” Her head rolls slightly to look his way. The sensation of her weight and closeness is odd, not uncomfortable or unwanted, but just... unusual. 

“Of course I do.” As if there is any other answer. “It’s just that hck a dozen other methods have already proven to hck be insufficient against these stubborn hiccups.”

“You could just keep them.” Jester laughs. “They’re the cutest I’ve ever heard, like a little snail sneeze.”

“Have you heard a snail snee-hck?” Light be damned, this is annoying.

Jester’s head bounces with his hiccups and in turn she erupts in giggles each time. “This is like a waterbed that fights back. Now Essek, come on and be serious!”

“I’m always–hck, ah.”

“Repeat after me. Wrigglely piggley–”

“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.” Essek manages between gulps of hiccuped breath. 

“Rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” Jester’s voice is singsong, every word clear with familiarity. Essek wonders if her mother taught her this remedy.

“I–, hck, rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” His tongue feels heavy with the concentration it takes to enunciate the twisty words. 

“Little Jester just lovingly jumps leaps in jungle lands.” She reaches up to pat Essek’s chest with each syllable, his own little drum beat. 

Essek can feel his teeth practically clack in his mouth but he forces out the phrase. He squeezes his eyes shut in concentration.

“Caleb’s asset of ass is an astounding achievement.” 

“Caleb’s ass– Jester!” Essek sits up on his elbows just enough to look at her. She is covering her mouth but the laughs still erupt from around her fingers. He plops back down again, staring at the painted ceiling and feeling something he doesn’t know how to name even if looking right at it.

They lay there in near silence for a few minutes, the rise and fall of Essek’s now slowed breathing a gentle wave for Jester’s head to rest. Her soft humming is another layer of warm buzz against Essek’s skin. The quiet feels like a blanket and he welcomes it.

After a moment, he realizes.

“Ah, it worked. I have stopped.”

“Of course it did!” She pumps her arms up and down in celebration but doesn’t roll off him. “This is mama’s patented hiccup solution, it always works.” 

Essek feels that warm space he can’t identify bloom again in his chest. “Thank you Jester, for sharing that with me.”

She pats his stomach again in answer and continues to hum a little song to herself, the phrasing interrupted here and there as she points out the shapes of brushstroke clouds on the ceiling and not so subtly asks Essek if he sees the dicks hidden there too. 

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@prinnamon Anytime! You're welcome in my apartment and to my food🤣😁

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

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Triple drabble - About my feelings

(cause why not it's dawn and I can't sleep again)

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"Are you alright?" comes the question to which I would normally answer something along the lines of: "Of course" or "Fine as always" or "Peachy keen thanks for asking".

But not today.

Not here.

Not right now.

"No. I'll be fine, but right now I'm not. Because I sit here and I can see her face that would resemble mine. His smile, that would be his or hers. I can hear their little voices as they chuckle about the funny voices Mum and Dad or Mommy use for the nighttime stories together." I pause wiping a stray tear away. "Then I remember... I am imagining children who I'll never give life to with a partner I'll never have. At least that's what it feels like... because I'm sitting in my room alone, and I remember every scrutinizing look I give myself when I get in front of a mirror or a reflective surface. The disgust I feel towards myself. And then I can't even imagine someone liking me, let alone wanting to have children with me. And even though a rational part of my brain knows I'm not cut out for a relationship yet... I'm painfully aware of the lack of love and adoration and warmth I could feel towards a person, which for once wouldn't feel so one-sided." I sigh.

"So no, I'm not okay.

Not tonight.

Not here.

Not right now."

Then I add normalizing my voice.

"But I will be. Because this is life. You take the good it gives and you drown out the bad. Because you are strong and worthy of everything you think you deserve. But thanks for asking."

I look at the toy tiger before me before wiping the last of my tears and turning off my lamp to try and fall asleep.

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Hi there! I don't think many people will see this, but if you do and you relate, I'm really sorry and I hope you're not fighting alone because no one should. So lots of love and don't forget to say something nice to yourself. <3

#triple drabble #im hurtin #feelings #don't like myself #writing out feelings #personal post #mentally tired #tired #self love #self hate #can't sleep

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Hi. I don't usually do these so here it goes:

"we were about to be separated... it slipped out" + "are you angry with me?" + "I thought I'd never see you again" + "you make it hard fo rme to think straight"

Female MC + Ominis

Something on the lines that MC's family is trying to take her away from Hogwarts before their last year, and she confesses her feelings towards Ominis before her family practically drags her away from the train, but with the help of a teacher (Sharp or Weasley) they manage to work out a way for her to stay so the start of the next year is a bit awkward.

Also I love your writing you're amazing.

(Inseparable 🔗 Ominis x F!MC)

Word count: 3.5k ___

The two of them had only been in Hogsmeade for a measly ten minutes before he sensed MC tensing up beside him. Their simple Saturday morning stroll through the cobbled village a week before they were to return home for the holidays had quickly turned sour when his dear friend was approached by her parents, her mother forcefully taking her hand and pulling her towards Hogsmeade train station with her father following closely behind. He had followed them almost immediately, a little nervous as he could only hear the commotion unfold before him.

It wasn’t entirely clear to him what was even going on, the only thing he had picked up on was that her parents were apparently tired of hearing talk around the highlands about their rebellious daughter who had bested countless criminals in her few years at Hogwarts. By the time they had reached the train station, her father dictated that she would not be returning to Hogwarts and that she was to be transferred to Beauxbatons after the summer holidays.

Ominis did his best to respectfully interject, attempting to converse with her father to diffuse the situation. He didn’t want to spend their final year at Hogwarts without her, the very thought filled him with dread and had his heart racing in his chest. As soon as he reached out to tap the intimidatingly tall man with the strikingly deep voice, he stopped in front of him and caused Ominis to bump straight into him. Her fathers solid frame had knocked him back onto his ass, his wand clattering against the stone floor of the platform beside him.

One of many unfortunate things about his own family was that many people knew his face and had already manifested their opinions of him before they truly got to know him. So when the dramatically repulsed tone of MC’s father spat out the word ‘Gaunt’, it instantly made him wince in the man’s shadow. He truly despised being referred to by his dreaded surname, but for the sake of the girl being dragged away from him, he decided not to say anything about it.

“My daughter gets into enough trouble without hanging around with a Gaunt,” the husky voice of her father snarled down at him.

By the time Ominis had regained his wand and scrambled to his feet, the not so happy family of three were no longer in his proximity. He quickly headed for the train that was stationed at the platform, calling out for her in panic. This couldn’t have been the way that they departed indefinitely. As much as he just wanted to grab her hand and run, he would have at least settled for a proper goodbye.

As the whistled warning for departure erupted into his heightened sense of hearing, he felt a familiar hand wrap around his wrist, pulling him towards the side of the train from one of its windows. His heightened sense of smell was the next thing to overwhelm him as the scent of peppermint toads and butterbeer filled his nostrils from breath that he so fondly knew the sound and smell of. Somehow managing to block out the hostile objections the married couple were bellowing behind their daughter who’s upper torso was hanging out of the train window, Ominis focused on the sound of her frenzied breaths as she tried to regain her usual pace of breathing.

It was his one and only chance to say goodbye to her, but he didn’t know how he was supposed to say it. There wasn’t enough time in a decade let alone five unexpectedly frantic minutes to put her impact on his life into words. In fact, he was certain there weren’t even enough words to help her understand just how much she means to him.

But none of that mattered.

He couldn’t even breathe when she said her goodbye first. It wasn’t the word goodbye that had his heart squeezing tightly in his thumping chest. Nothing about the word goodbye had even phased him compared to what followed. As the train began to move along with his feet, her hand still grasped tightly to his trembling wrist, the melodically soft voice that had been his favourite sound this past school year had issued much more than a farewell.

“Goodbye…I love you, Ominis!”

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The first week of his final year at Hogwarts had been indescribably bleak. So much so that he had seriously considered returning to Gaunt Manor the moment he had arrived, knowing that such a vital piece of his comfort and happiness was no longer present. 

The six weeks of summer were nothing but an agonising drag, just as they were every year. Life at the Manor was already hell on earth, but mixed with his mind being a never ending battle of thoughts, feelings and emotions, it was far worse than ever before. There wasn’t a moment that he had stopped thinking about the last thing MC had said before she was whisked away on the train. Even as he slept, her words in her distinctively beautiful voice were on a constant loop. He could almost still feel her warm hand around his wrist, keeping him in place as she confessed her love to him before the train took off too quickly for his feet to follow.

The most bizarre thing was that no matter how much he had thought about it, he still didn’t know how he felt. It was as if he were flitting between emotions faster than she had left. He could feel angry, sad, lonely, lost and scared all in the same minute, which was something that would likely concern him had his main concerns not been elsewhere.

He didn’t have the energy or desire to engage with anyone other than her. It was incredibly rude of him, but he hadn’t even asked Sebastian how his summer had been. In fact, he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he had even said a simple hello to his oldest friend. Yet as terrible as that sounded, he just didn’t care. 

He couldn’t care.

Almost his entire week had been spent where he was currently moping in the Undercroft, sitting on the floor against a pillar in complete silence. The candelabras remained unlit as his sole purpose for lighting them had always been to keep the freezing cold room warm for her. The frosty chill didn’t bother him half as much as the missing girl did. He really hoped that Beauxbatons Academy was warm and inviting for her, a luxury that she truly deserved. He couldn’t bear the thought of her feeling as out of sorts and as lost as he did, he only ever wanted her to be happy.

His heightened hearing picked up on the sound of the clocks turning on the door in the likely silent halls of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower. He wasn’t keeping a track of the time, but he knew he had been sitting there for a few hours since he’d been there since dinner. There was no need for him to make a grab for his wand to figure out who was about to be bothering him. He could hear his loud stomping footsteps from a mile off.

As the screeching gate opened to let Sebastian in, Ominis suddenly found his voice. “Please just leave me be Sebastian, I do not wish to talk to anybody right now,” he cautioned quietly, his voice unusually hoarse and rough from disuse.

The footsteps that he so clearly knew to be Sebastian’s continued to approach him, causing Ominis’ fists to clench a little in irritance. Before he could snap at his friend, another familiar sound ripped the air straight out of his lungs. There were two sets of footprints, one belonging to his heavy-footed partner in crime, and the other belonging to the only other person that knew about their secret room.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me,” Sebastian began with a tone of synthetic offence. “But I knew you’d likely want to talk to her.”

Sebastian hadn’t even finished his sentence before Ominis had begun scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide with utter disbelief and heart thumping almost painfully in his tight chest. Ignoring Sebastian’s little bemused chuckle, he focused on filtering out every boisterous sound coming from the freckled Slytherin to seek out any sign that what was being implied was indeed true.

It was her.

Her comforting scent, the calming sound of her steady breaths and the wave of nausea that washed over him all confirmed the unbelievable truth. She was standing only a few feet away from him, and he had never in his life felt more disheartened by the fact that he could not see her. Just this once, for even just a split second, he would have done anything for the gift of sight. 

He was frozen in place, unable to do or say anything as he focused on the sound of her breathing. He was hoping that she would say something, but the low voice of his Slytherin companion filled the room instead.

“Had you been easier to find today, I’d have brought you with me when Professor Weasley asked me to pick up our returning ancient magic wielder from Hogsmeade this evening,” Sebastian goaded playfully. “Then I wouldn’t have had to have seen the look of disappointment on her face when she realised it was me and not you.”

Ominis could hear MC click her tongue in irritation, knowing full well that she would be rolling her eyes at Sebastian’s comment. “I was not disappointed, Sebastian,” she retorted. “I missed you both.”

“Mhm…sure you did,” he teased with a chuckle, knowing he was pushing it. “Anyway, I’m sure you two have…lovely…things to discuss.”

It was rare for Ominis to flinch at sounds, but seeing as he had spent so much time alone for the past few months, the sudden slap MC had likely issued across Sebastian’s arm had made him jump out of his skin. His friend let out a satisfied laugh as he made his way back to the gate, leaving the pair in almost complete silence.

There was an agonisingly long silence as he just stood there, his face completely void of any emotion as he didn’t know which one to present first. He knew he needed to say something, but his tongue felt twice as big as it ever had while his throat was alluding him into believing that it was closing up completely, entirely depleting him of his ability to form a sentence or even croak out a simple greeting. He couldn’t articulate how he felt at this very moment.

MC cleared her throat before taking a small step in his direction. “Hey,” she whispered.

Hey?

That one simple word had kicked his heart into overdrive as a wave of varied negative emotions washed over him at the mere sound of such a simple word.

“Hey? Hey?!” He responded in disbelief, sounding far more aggressive than he had meant to. “You were dragged away from me in the middle of Hogsmeade, thrown onto the train, shouted that you loved me and chugged off to Kings Cross the last time we were together…I’m going to need a lot more than hey MC!”

By the time he had finished his unintentionally harsh rant, he instantly sensed a shift in her. The calm breathing he could listen to for days became a bit rugged and anxious, which instantly made him uncomfortable. Her typically confident voice was small as she took a step back from where she had just stepped forward.

“O-oh…are you angry with me?”

The innocence of her question made him feel like the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth. He knew how spiteful and cutting his words could be when he was angry, but he didn’t even have to think about it to know that he was not angry at her. Not even a little bit. It wasn’t her fault that she was dragged away like that. It wasn’t her fault that he didn’t get to say goodbye. It wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t figure his own feelings out in the space of two and a half months.

He was definitely angry about something though.

Irritatingly enough, he still hadn’t quite put his finger on what he was angry about. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he was in fact angry at himself. He was angry that she was almost ripped from his life completely, and he didn’t even say goodbye.

“No…no I’m not mad at you, I’m- I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice relaxing significantly. “Sorry.”

Her footsteps were light and cautious as she slowly made her way back towards him. His foot gently kicked around the stone floor for his wand before he bent down to quickly retrieve it. He felt the vibrations instantly, his trusty wooden companion alerting him that he was being approached. By the time he had composed himself, she was standing directly in front of him.

The deliciously sweet scent of peppermint toads and butterbeer that he had been missing since the day she left was wafting through the air between them. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the comforting familiarity of the combined smells seemed to slow his unsteady heartbeat.

“I missed you, MC,” he stated simply. “What happened? Do your parents know you’re here?”

She took in a deep and shaky breath. “Yes. We were just about to get on a carriage to France before Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp arrived to negotiate with my parents,” she explained with little emotion. “It took a lot of convincing that I would be closely monitored by the faculty upon my return, which they accepted.”

Ominis was a little taken back by her explanation. He hadn’t heard of any professors going to such lengths for a student to remain in their school before. 

MC chuckled, likely at the confused look on his face. “Sebastian said he had gone to Professor Weasley to see what she could do after I left, but she was already planning to talk my parents out of transferring me. She said that if Professor Fig were still alive, he’d have fought tooth and nail to keep me here and that it was only right that she do that in his absence.”

“I’m glad she felt that way,” Ominis said sincerely. 

There was a long pause as he fought with himself on what he should say next. He wanted to talk about the fact that she had told him she loved him. Did she really mean that? Or did she mean she loved him in a friendly way? Whichever it was, he needed to know.

“About what I said,” she almost whispered, speaking as if she had just read his clustered mind. “W-well…I thought we’d never see each other again.”

“Why did you say that?”

“Uhh- you know…we were about to be separated…it slipped out,” she responded sheepishly.

Ominis shook his head, not at all satisfied by her answer. “No MC…why did you say it,” he urged, hoping for elaboration on her confession.

Her soft sigh blew across his face. He could practically feel her nerves vibrating through his own body, which made him feel a little guilty. Still, he needed this explanation from her. His cold hand met her warm one as he wrapped his fingers around hers. It was an attempt to relax her, but it only made him blush furiously as she spoke in a tone that reflected his newfound embarrassment.

“Well…isn’t it obvious? I love you, Ominis,” she whispers quietly. “It’s okay that you don’t feel the same wa-”

“Woah woah, wait,” Ominis answered defensively. “What do you mean? You think I don’t feel the same way?”

The soft pad of MC’s thumb was rubbing at one of his bony knuckles as the smell of her lavender shampoo so close to his nose indicated that she was looking down at her feet, something she did when she was sad about something. He could feel her fidgeting before him as her words came out in small croaks.

“You didn’t say anything back.”

His heart sank in his chest as he suddenly came to realise why he had been so angry at himself lately. He hadn’t said anything in return. In fact, he hadn’t even attempted to send her an owl. There was no excuse from him, he’d had the time to yell something back to her while the train moved away from the station, but he didn’t. He just stood there in complete and utter shock for the best part of an hour after she was long gone, repeating her long overdue words in her head and wondering if he had actually heard them.

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” she reminisced sadly. “I waited for some sort of owl or howler, but nothing came. I just assumed that you didn't feel the same way.”

Now if there were any words in the English language that Ominis would use to describe himself, spontaneous definitely was not one of them. Sure, he was relatively confident and knowledgeable, but unlike his two best friends, everything he ever did or said came with a great deal of thought and preparation first. 

Except for this.

There was nothing for him to think about. Before his wand had even clattered across the stone floor beneath them, both of his hands came up to cup her face as his lips connected with hers. It was a little messier than he had intended his first kiss to be, but that didn’t matter. If he wasn’t so enamoured with the feeling of her soft lips brushing delicately across his own, he probably would have passed out on the spot. Considering his inability to see, certain sounds and smells were how he associated things with different people. He was happy to say that this was the first time taste had been thrown into the mix, and he hoped that she would be the only person he would ever identify through taste.

As they gently pulled apart, she instantly tensed up in their close proximity. It wasn’t a surprise to him that her whole demeanour had changed, she’d spent two months thinking that he didn’t feel the same way about her. How else was he going to prove her wrong?

He whispered to her softly. “Merlin, MC…I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything back. I’d like to say that I regret it, but what I really regret is not telling you sooner. You make it hard for me to think straight…my head has been spinning the entire time you’ve been gone. I mean…were you ever going to tell me if you hadn't thought we weren’t going to see each other again?”

His question came out without thought, his thoughtless action seeming to be the theme of the evening. The question sounded a lot more accusatory than he wanted it to, especially considering the fact that he had literally just kissed her and confessed his love to her. He supposed it was just a question he needed an answer to.

“I…uhh- I d-don’t know,” she stuttered. “I thought about it…more than you’d know. I guess what put me off was knowing how your family works. We both know you’re going to be forced to marry when we graduate. If your parents or your brothers found out you were courting a half blood I think they’d have my head! I love you Ominis, I truly love you and I don’t want your family to-”

Ominis could definitely get used to silencing her with a passionate kiss, especially these long overdue ones. There was absolutely no way that he wouldn’t be spending the rest of his life without her considering he had barely survived a mere two months. He wasn’t concerned with the views of his family and didn’t plan to have a wife forced upon his arm, especially if that wife was his cousin.

This was his new found decision that his future was going to be on his terms. Neither of them wanted to be consumed by their families hatred for each other's blood status or name. The Gaunt’s distaste for half bloods and muggle borns had always been something he deeply despised about his family, and he knows that MC is embarrassed of her parents views on her friendship with a Gaunt, no matter how many time she had told him how highly she speaks of him to them.

All that mattered to him now was that she was here, her arms loose around his neck and either side of her waist nestled perfectly in his hands as they kissed away any negativity that still lingered around them. They were together again, exactly as they should be.

Inseparable.

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A/N: Been sitting on this for a whole week, I apologise I am the scum of this fandom 🤍

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Unicorn horned aasimars here I come😅🤣🤣

Aasimar features

If you’re like me, one of the many things you love about D&D is the customization and the many fantastic races you get to play… But something I’ve noticed is with the Aasimar, the celestial touched being, a lot of people imagine it the same way.

The Aasimar is a man or woman with impecable beauty, almost seeming otherworldly. Yet when I see Aasimar in my campaigns or in art, a lot of people just take that to mean normal humans with alabaster or pale white skin. Now there’s nothing wrong with wanting that idea, but we don’t have to tie the idea of “otherworldly beauty” and “white skinned human” so naturally. You could have darker skin, metal skin, marble skin, etc.

I’m going to offer you interesting ways to make your Aasimar look and even bonus features they have.

1. Aasimar, not Human

Aasimar are not human, they are a seperate race entirely. Now, while it does say humans are the ones who typically give birth to Aasimar the most, that doesn’t mean only humans can. If you want your Aasimar to have elf ears, or be a dwarf, a Dragonborn, whatever race, that’s fine! They don’t take the other race stats anyways, unless you make your Aasimar a gnome, in which you make their size small instead of medium.

An Aasimar I’ve had for a few months now is the child of a tiefling family. She has light purple skin, and for her horns, she has a singular unicorn like horn that is pearlescent, alongside her nails that are almost like talons.

2. “Celestial” does not mean “Angel”

Another common misconception is that an Aasimar has to be created by an angel. Any Celestial being may create an Aasimar. Examples: Kirin, Deva, Archons, Unicorn, Pegasus, even gods.

3. Unique features

The Pathfinder book “Blood of Angels” has charts of bonus features that an Aasimar may have. You can use these in any other game as they are just flavorful descriptions of your character.