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pheexblack · 22 hours
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Screencap FYI
Hello lovely people! I just wanted to say that I have a ton of original screen caps from HL that I would love to see made into edits and such but I just recently started watermarking and I can’t swap out my unmarked photos with the marked ones on Tumblr. So if you want to make an edit and want to use one of my photos that isn’t watermarked, shoot me a message and I’ll forward you the watermarked one. (I know I can delete and reupload but I don’t want to do that).
Hopefully this doesn’t sound pretentious but I’ve seen a few out there (and I was given credit) but it’s easier if they’re water marked.
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pheexblack · 23 hours
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@artzyleen 😘
Seb for Sebby girls, bon appetit 🤌🏼
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pheexblack · 2 days
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Screencapping and editing Seb as MC is practically a full time job.
Sebastian Sallow - The beginning
Working on a private scenes pack of Sebby as MC and I will take a lot of photos 🥹
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pheexblack · 2 days
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Our favorite Gryffindor
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More Treasure Seeker Seb
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pheexblack · 3 days
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hii! i saw your comment on a post saying youre in some discord servers for hogwarts legacy, id love to be added if thats possible, i really want to reach out and talk to more people in the fandom!
Hi! Here's my invite link to Spellbound. I can send you the other ones I'm a part of once we're linked up on discord! https://discord.gg/spellbound-ds
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pheexblack · 4 days
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Erase My Sins
*Hogwarts Legacy Spoilers*
Sebastian Sallow x FMC (WIP) - I had another idea for a fanfic and couldn't stop my mind from writing something down. I'd love to know your thoughts. Basically, MC was put in Azkaban because she was the one who killed Solomon. When the ministry ran her wand, they found she had used unforgivables an excessive amount of times, leading to a life sentence. She was imprisoned before Ranrok was defeated.
~ Chapter 1 ~
Between the aches of her degrading body and the bone chilling atmosphere, her mental resolve continues to chip away slowly. The days feel like years. The years feel like centuries. As she sits on her poor excuse of a mattress, she drags her fragile finger across the freezing stone, retracing the marks she uses to count the days. What’s the use in counting anything anyway? She was sentenced to life. A shiver cascades down her spine as the chill in the air shifts, indicating a dementor moving towards her cell. She closes her eyes tight and delves back into her mind, searching for the happy memories she knows she has but struggles to keep finding. The sound of it’s breathing is like nails on a chalkboard. As it floats closer, she continues searching through the tangled maze of her mind trying to find happiness. Trying to find images of him. After a moment, she latches onto his face, his imagined presence creating warmth throughout her frail cold body. Warm and inviting chocolate brown eyes that smile at her. The sunkissed color of his freckles scattered across his handsome face. The pillow soft full lips that have brought her elation and pleasure countless times. His presence basks her in warmth as she tries to use it as a patronus to protect her mind from the dementor closing in.
As usual, her efforts to protect and preserve her mind are futile. The dementor latches onto her mind within moments and a freezing sensation whips through her weak body. Before she realizes what happened, his beautiful face with adoration wisps away and all she’s left with is the same boy’s face, but contorted into a mask of disgust. He yells at her, calling her ignorant, like he did once before. But this time, the dementor has twisted the memory and instead of stopping at that, he continues yelling at her. His words pierce her soul, accusing her of destroying his family and his life. He calls her an utter failure, a waste of space, and says that the world is better off with her locked away. Tears spill down her cheeks, like they always do, as she hyperventilates listening to the accusations. She shivers as the painful thoughts rip through what’s left of her psyche. There’s a scream coming from a man in the distance, but that’s not in her mind, that is real. It helps to ground her back into the present. As she starts trying to pry her mind from the mental claws of the dementor, she is reeled back in, like a caught fish.
He starts screaming at her that she’s the reason Anne is dead. Knowing she had the potential to save his sister, this accusation is enough to break her down. She can tell the dementor is satisfied with its success in fracturing her mind today. 
“Anne is dead because of you! You refused to heal her!” A distorted version of his voice screams.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Sebastian! I never meant for her to die!” She responds aloud. Her cries are indiscernible from the others throughout the facility.
“I’ll never forgive you for this! You belong in Azkaban!” His usual warm flirty voice twisted into something dark and sadistic. 
“I know. I’m a murderer. I’m so sorry Sebastian!”
“The day the Daily Prophet announces your death, I will rejoice.” His voice was dark and filled with vitriol.
She has nothing to say to this. Her mind fractures a little more today, believing the lies the dementor is creating and fueling. Hatred for herself burns and consumes her like a house fire. It engulfs her sanity and transforms her prior happy thoughts into ash. Once again, there is less left of her psyche, her heart and her resolve.
Pleased with its work in breaking her down, the dementor silences the thoughts and moves away from her cell. Her mind is left reeling, the harsh voice drifting away, giving her some reprieve. Tendrils of pain start creeping through her head, starting near her forehead, accompanied by pulsating. Every time the dementor is finished with her, this happens. Despite being gifted in Occlumency, she can’t shut out the dementors anymore. For the first year, she focused on keeping them out by building walls and honing in her skill. Eventually, the solitude, screams and cold broke down the walls in her mind and she couldn’t find the strength to rebuild them. So now, they come and trample through her mind and twist every happy thought and memory into agony. She’s not sure how many pleasant memories are left, but they are sure to be gone soon. Maybe a few days. Maybe a few weeks. She doubts she has more than three months worth of good memories before there is nothing left. Once there’s nothing happy left, that’s when the mind truly starts fracturing as the dementors fuel the malice. She realizes her time with her mind intact is quickly running out and it sends her into a panic.
Still sitting on the mattress, her body convulses and she drops down against it, writhing and hyperventilating. Her heart slams against her chest as if it was trying to break out and flee from her dilapidated body. Hurtful words reverberate through her mind, contributing to the panic. She continues to breathe irregularly, unable to pull herself from the torture. Eventually, she passes out from the lack of oxygen but her mind is put at ease. 
After a few hours of sleep without any nightmares, she jerks awake. She remains laying down, flitting through her good memories, trying to find one to repair the damage done by the dementor. She doesn’t think it will, but she still wants to try. Owl cries are heard faintly, which causes her eyes to fly open. She can’t remember the last time she heard an owl, the last one being for her. A tiny spark of hope ignites in her chest. Her breathing becomes shallow as she quiets herself so she can listen for the owl. As it gets louder, indicating it’s getting closer, the prison gets quieter. The other prisoners must hear it too, secretly hoping it’s for them. Disbelief fills her tattered soul as she hears its cries from the narrow slit that is supposed to act as a window. She slowly sits up, hoping this isn’t a figment of her imagination. A letter drops slowly from the owl’s talons and floats languidly down until it finally reaches her lap. Her heart stops when she sees the handwriting. Her shaking hands pull apart the envelope insignia slowly, still thinking this is a trick of her mind and praying that it's real.
12 April 1896
Verina,
Happy Birthday my lovely. I’m pleased to be able to tell you that Ranrok’s continuous assault on wizardkind has made the Ministry desperate. He has far surpassed what we originally thought he was capable of. Luckily, the location of the main repository remains a mystery to him from the intelligence I’ve received. You may be wondering why I am pleased to give you this news. It is because of the Ministry’s desperation that they have agreed to release you from Azkaban to help us defeat Ranrok. 
I will arrive within the next two or three days to assess your current mental state to confirm you are of sound mind to assist us. Please hang on a little while longer, I’m coming for you.
AML,
S. S.
P.S. Do you remember our first date? We had that silly little picnic at that little lovers' corner in the Forbidden Forest. Remember the floating candles that created the most lovely and romantic ambiance? I made five different peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because I wasn’t sure which jelly you’d like the best so I brought you all of them. You said it was the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich you ever had. Then we danced to the sounds of the forest around us. Try to keep remembering the happy memories, I’ll see you soon.
For the first time in years, her tears finally reflected something other than sorrow and pain.
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pheexblack · 4 days
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Something about this outfit makes me foam at the mouth... Treasure Seeker's Attire ftw
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pheexblack · 5 days
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If dark wizard, why puppy dog eyes?
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pheexblack · 5 days
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**MC staring longingly at Sebastian across the room being idiotic**
Poppy: So why aren’t you and Sebastian dating again?
MC: Because I’d destroy him…
Ominis: Trust me, he’d definitely be into that.
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pheexblack · 6 days
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So I did a thing...
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pheexblack · 6 days
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This fic is so good!
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— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader
— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind.
— WARNINGS: angst, fluff, smut
— STATUS: complete
⸻ AO3 • MAIN TAG
CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 10 • Chapter 11 • Chapter 12 • Chapter 13 • Chapter 14 • Chapter 15 • Chapter 16 • Chapter 17 • Chapter 18 • Chapter 19 • Chapter 20 • Chapter 21 • Chapter 22 • Chapter 23 • Chapter 24 • Chapter 25 • Chapter 26 • Chapter 27 • Chapter 28 • Chapter 29 • Chapter 30
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pheexblack · 7 days
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Mr. Tall, Dark & Broody
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pheexblack · 8 days
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But he’s a very cute nerd who’s traumatized
MC, about Sebastian: I can't believe I've spent this much time thinking about a nerd for merlin's sake.
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pheexblack · 9 days
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Quidditch Jock Seb - rail me in the locker room plz
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pheexblack · 10 days
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pheexblack · 11 days
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Hey everyone, we switched over to this official tumblr account for the Spellbound project! 18+ Restricted Server
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