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serpentsillusion · 3 days
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MC: *drinking a cup of tea* bleh! 😖 I need some sugar.
Sebastian: *puckers his lips and closes his eyes* 😗😚
MC: What are you doing Sallow? 🤨
Sebastian: You said you needed some sugar. 😐
MC: FOR. MY. TEA.
Sebastian: oh... Well now I'm sad.
Ominis: Sebastian, stop being a simp. 😒
Sebastian: Never.
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The first time I read the Harry Potter books I was 7, and so I read them in Russian. Despite the HORRIBLY translated edition that I read (Maria Spivak), where Hagrid is Ogrid and Madam Hooch is Madam Samogoni, which directly translates to "Madam Moonshine".
But some names were unchanged, like Harry and James and Sirius etc, but what I wanna talk about is Regulus. He was still Regulus Arcturus Black.
Р.А.Б., read "R-A-B", same as in English.
The thing is, if not for the fullstops, it would be an another word that exists in Russian - раб, directly translating to "slave".
And I laughed at this when I was young, at the pun that this made. But now that I think about it, it makes sense
Regulus was sort of a slave in the Black household. In terms of ideals and beliefs that his parents imposed. He got sorted into Slytherin, he became a death eater, he obeyed his parents and in the words of Sirius was "a better son than him". Regulus also defended Kreacher from Voldemort, and Kreacher was also, essentially, a slave in the household.
So yeah, just something to think about
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starrysallow · 2 days
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He's just so......
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HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID
@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit
It's sinful, fucking sinful.
When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.
He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.
Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.
James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.
Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.
The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.
So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.
"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."
"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders
"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.
He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.
"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.
"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.
Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.
"Dance with me?"
Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.
Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.
"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.
"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.
He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.
"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.
Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.
"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth
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annarielmidori · 2 days
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Happy birthday, my sister @argo242 .I hope you will have a wonderful day. May the pens stay aside your clothes,the door pizza without ants,boxes with food without flies and a sweet cold breeze caress your face while you sleep. I love you.
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xxstargirlx-x · 2 days
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Tom Riddle's Origin !
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I'm traveling through Edinburgh right now, where JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter. This grave I visited today of Mister Thomas Riddel apparently was the one to inspire Rowling's choice of name for Tom Marvolo Riddle!
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This is what I'm surrounded by! It's all so Harry Potter coded! I feel like a student running rampant in Hogsmeade. The inspo is flowing!
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opheliablackpotter · 20 hours
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How I imagine James' birthdays at Hogwarts:
(read all and bonus to be emotionally destroyed :))
1st year-chill, pleasant evening with the rest of the marauders near the Great lake. They enjoyed throwing empty packages of chocolate frogs at others :D
2nd year-hilarious day he spent by flying on his new broomstick outside and inside of Hogwarts. Not to forget that he flew into dinner in the Great hall while Sirius was setting off the fireworks.
3rd year-mister Potter, now officially a teenager, celebrated this bday by buying things for pranks in Hogsmade and ended up crying in Remus' lap because Lily didn't respond to all his efforts to impress her by annoying Snevilus.
4th year-THIS IS SOMETHING BIG GUYS. First there was big, not allowed Quidditch match and after match party in Gryffindor room because Gryffindor will, of course, win. (at least Dumbledore would think so)
5th year-everyone is worried about Voldy and death eaters. This year he wanted a bit of privacy (BUT not without the rest of the marauders) and they were all day in the Room of requirement . Don't get me wrong, they had nice time, but Remus had heard something about werewolves cooperating with Death Eaters, Pettigrew was either in a panic or telling horrible jokes about house elves and ghosts, and Sirius was off the whole time because he was worried thinking about his little brother. Sirius denied it, but ever since he left him, he feels guilty. Now that Voldy wants new followers and the support of noble houses, maybe something will happen in a few years. Who knows :( ? Of course, the night ended with drinking a little too much firewhisky.
6th year-James spent whole day lying on Regulus' bed and trying to convince Regulus they will find a way to save him from Dark lord.
7th year-he invited some Gryffindor friends to the Three Broomsticks and they talked about Dumbledore and some of the students who don't go to Hogwarts anymore because they are probably Death Eaters. He spent the rest of the night crying over a special and handsome Slytherin who was no longer speaking to him and would soon be leaving Hogwarts.
*bonus: the day Reggie left, James was like a ghost. He was white, with a blank expression on his face. He tried not to stare too long at Sirius's dark curls and features. He spent that night in the Astronomical Tower, crying, calling out and looking only at one star.
The one star he, the greatest Gryffindor seeker, will never reach.
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mrs-sharp · 1 day
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I don't want to ruin the mood or something, but it just crossed my mind after one of my last posts - if there's going to be a Hogwarts Legacy 2, I really, really hope that they don't kill Aesop Sharp. He gives me those reckless hero vibes, and I think it suits his character quite well that he somehow feels the need to 'pay his debt' for surviving while his partner lost their life due to his mistake. He would never admit it, but I think he blames himself for their death and is just too willing to risk his life for others. Even more than back in his days as an auror.
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serpensortiamaxima · 2 days
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One of the gripes I have with HL is how insignificant O.W.Ls were made to be, so I made my own O.W.L result letter for my MC, Anwen. Her grades reflect the topics which she thinks will help her become an Unspeakable after Hogwarts. As for her location during summer, it is because she chose to stay in the area and work at the small pub in Lower Hogsfield. She's being lodged there during the holidays.
Included a blank version too if anyone wants to have fun with it 😊
(Tumblr is probably going to compress the - very large - images to smithereens so best to open in a new tab)
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sunnyrealist · 2 days
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Poll: Sebastian Sallow’s First Career
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Many people in the Hogwarts Legacy fandom believe that Sebastian will eventually become a professor. In that case, what would have been his first career? Cast your vote and leave a comment if you would like!
Picture credit goes to the amazing @xxluna-rougexx! Thank you!
Please sound off in the comments! I love discussing anything related to Sebastian Sallow. 🥰
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MC talking with Professor Fig as they get ready to head into battle.
Prof Fig: Ready MC?
MC: Honestly? No… What if something happens to you? The other teachers? My friends?
Prof Fig: It’s not about surviving this war, it’s a matter of choosing the right time to die.
*Pause*
Prof Fig: It will be okay MC.
**Now they run together into battle not knowing his soon to come fate**
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zvdvdlvr · 2 days
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— Odd
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🧹 — Symopsis. Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.
🧹 — Warnings. Flirting. Weird situations. Someone’s finger ends up in someone’s mouth. Weird scenario. Mention of the One and Only Sebastian Sallow. Mention of crutiatus curse. No mention of reader’s gender or pronouns or house.
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“Good morning,” a voice greeted beside you. Turning, you saw Ominis Gaunt’s milky grey eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his head cocked.
“Hello.” You greeted, voice raspy from dissuse. 
Ominis busied himself by preparing his plate. It consisted of figgy pudding (ew), toast with perfectly melted butter, and two medium sized waffles. What an odd combination, you thought.
“Why are you sitting next to me? Sebastian normally follows your every movement,” you asked, finishing up the last bite of your breakfast. You admit, Ominis arrived at an unsavory time, but you liked him enough to stay and converse with him.
Ominis stiffened. “He… has been his usual annoying and persistent self. I needed to speak to someone else for once.”
Your eyebrow raised; Sevastian himself had told you that Ominis didn’t really talk to other people. Unless there was a reason. He was perfectly polite, of course, but Ominis just wasn’t the person to strike up conversation with just anyone. Intriguing, you thought. “I see,” you replied casually. “Is there a reason I’m the person you chose to speak to?”
Ominis nodded. “There is, indeed.” Ominis placed his almost finished toast back on the plate. “I understand that you probably don’t have the best perception or impression of me after I… my rather rude outburst to you about lying about the Undercoft. And for me letting Sebastian crucio you without argument.”
You shrugged, knowing Ominis would understand your movement without the ability to see. “I’d… it’s… Someone crucio-ing me is bound to happen at the rate I’m investigating into Ranrok and Rookwood….” The sound of Rookwood’s ‘avada kedavra’ had rung through your mind. Poor Natty had brushed it off, but you felt bad for her: she hadn’t signed up to have grown men try to kill her. “I’m glad the first time was with people that weren’t doing it for malicious intent,” you finished hastily. You didn’t really know what to say. Ominis had set his boundaries and was upset about being in the scriptorium at all- and he had a good reason to be. Sebastian’s response to you volunteering for the curse was a little odd, but you know that’s just how he is. “I know we’ve already been over this, but I am truly sorry about making you go with us.”
Ominis looked incredulous. “We tortured you and you’re the one apologizing? Y/n, darling, you need to get out and meet new people.”
You huffed a laugh. “You’re one to talk,” you  shot back, taking a sip from your goblet.
“I guess you’re right about that. Matter of fact, you’re right about almost everything.”
You shrugged. “I’ve been placed in a unique set of sitautions that not many others have experienced. I guess knowledge and a fast reaction time is necessary,” you rambler, hating how you sounded so preachy.
“An admirable trait, I must admit,” Ominis murmured. His face was turned to yours, close enough you could see some of the melted butter gathered by his lip.
“There’s butter on your mouth,” you mumbled carefully, treading carefully.
The blond only hummed. “Help a blind man out?” He asked, voice low. 
Had it been anyone else, you would have hit them upside the head and depulso’d them. An odd request, especially considering the fact that you hadn’t spoken to each other that much. But the way he had fretted over you as the pain of the cruciatus curse brought you to the ground was something that lingered in your mind. He had rushed over you after your poorly withheld screams had successfully pierced his eardrums for more than humanly necessary. Despite his blindness, he had slipped his arm under your shoulder and stood up. You shuddered and leaned into his arms, thankful for the feeling of human warmth. 
And then there was Ominis’s habit of looking for you in the Great Hall whenever he felt your aura (odd, but he had taken a liking to you, despite your limited encounters). You always felt his presence searching for yours, bit you assumed it aas to make sure you were still alive and kicking: after all, you were Sebastian’s friend.
You reached up and swiped your thumb on Ominis’s bottom lip, gathering the melted butter. “Open,” you whispered. 
The dull conversations taking place at tables all around the Great Hall were silenced. Ominis opened hs mouth and you slipped your thumb in his mouth. As bizarre and disgusting it was, Ominis enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him, even in this way. After Ominis’s tongue had swiped the butter off you pulled away and wiped the excess saliva on a napkin.
Ominis’s eyes were a touch darker now. He sighed shakily, thinking of how you had commanded him to open his mouth and how willing he was to follow your order. He cleared his throat. “Well.”
You smiled slightly, seeing the blush painting Ominis’s cheeks. “I’ll be out in the Pitch today. Come find me later and we can work on… spell practice.”
Ominis nodded. “Very well. I will.”
As you got up and walked away, Ominis rested his head in his hands. As he had expected, you flirted back with a talent that rivaled Sebastian Sallow himself. And the tent in his pants proved just how fond he had grown to you.
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theprettieststarfr · 5 hours
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sometimes when i think about Regulus i also think about how his name was one of the few that had little to no connection to Slytherin's theme of snakes and evil and cunning shit, like Draco, for example, but a connection to Gryffindor instead. Regulus is the brightest star in the Leo constellation. Leo? Lion? Gryffindor?
Regulus is also the "heart" of the Leo constellation, meaning it's the "lionheart" - a term used for describing someone brave, A GRYFFINDOR TRAIT, essentially. Regulus also showcases this by defying Voldemort, defending Kreacher and trying to destroy the locket
I researched "Regulus" as a term and found that it was also a family name of a Roman General, who became known through his BRAVE SELF-SACRIFICE.
And yes, you can argue that "Regulus" is "little king" in Latin, a term also used for the basilisk, so a relation to Slytherin, essentially, but the other version stands out to me more, because Rowling literally confirmed the Leo constellation thing.
All of this in mind, we can also dream about Regulus's connection to Sirius, as despite being in Slytherin, his heart may have belonged to Gryffindor, as his name could have
Regulus's name could also be connected with "rules" in some languages. You guys, "regulation", literally. So funny, because Regulus always followed his parents' rules
If you want an another fun linguistic thing about Regulus that I've thought of, go to my previous post, where I explain Regulus's initials in Russian :3
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fitzs-trained-monkey · 18 hours
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The Blood of the Covenant
Foreword:
(Below) A note presumably written by one Sebastian Sallow, dated 1922.
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To whomever may find themselves reading this, I regret to inform you that the pages in your hands may very well be the only documentation in the world detailing the truth concerning The House of Gaunt. This tale you're about to read won't be written in the history books. Alas, as I write this the Ministry and all the rats that didn't go down with the ship are hard at work scrubbing away any and all proof of just how deeply their corruption truly ran. But even if it costs me my freedom, I will not allow my friend's suffering to be forgotten. This time, I'll speak the truth - no matter the cost. And if you, dear reader, are the only soul who ever reads this, so be it. Maybe I'll finally have done something right. - Sebastian Sallow
Continue to Chapter One: First Steps (Toward White-Faced Cliffs)
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joytri · 7 months
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the history of magic
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annarielmidori · 1 day
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Ominis in white lace.
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