Ominis

| | all I loved, I loved alone. | |

[lenientgaunt]

| | Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | | Slytherin House | | Ominis Gaunt , | | interpreted by kettu.

@lenientgaunt – @nosonofcrouch

indie/semi-sel. rp blog for Ominis Gaunt, a character from the fantastic game Hogwarts Legacy.

– Sensitive viewers/readers will be advised to not follow this blog as there will be darker themes and content mentioned, such as physical and mental abuse. – I, the writer, is 29 and located in Northern Europe. – I won't interact with anyone under the age of 18. – This is strictly a hobby of mine and I am not obligated to immediately respond to threads or messages. – I have the right to explore and write a character in my own way, just like anyone else. – I will not partake in any out of character-drama that may ( but hopefully not ) occur. It simply doesn't interest me, in the slightest. – you may also find me here @narasnooze – and on my Barty Crouch Jr. @nosonofcrouch

O M I N I S, – a very bright young man born into the proud and pure-blooded House of Gaunt, descendants of Salazar Slytherin and Cadmus Peverell. At eleven years of age, Ominis becomes a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and, just like most in his ancient family, is sorted into the Slytherin House. Ominis is a very gentle and kind person, and does not share his family's views, beliefs and pure-blood mania, much like his late aunt, Noctua.

Ominis is blind. His eyes are quite milky, with a slight hue of light greyish blue or green, depending on the light. He's a parselmouth, possessing the ability to speak to serpents, a rare gift passed down from the Slytherin line. He is the youngest child of Mr and Mrs Gaunt, being the only child of theirs to not follow in the family's footsteps. Ominis do not have a particular close bond to any of his family members. His best friends are Sebastian Sallow, and Sebastian's twin sister Anne who were both also sorted into Slytherin. It pains him immensely to see both Anne and Sebastian suffer as much as they do after Anne falling victim to a terrible curse, making her awfully ill and getting worse as time passes. He wishes so badly to help them in any way he can, but dreads the path Sebastian is willing to take to save his sister. Ominis detests and fear dark magic, as he's been a victim of it growing up, and has been forced to use it on others, and is therefor constantly begging his friend to find a better way to cure and save Anne...

[lenientgaunt]

[lenientgaunt]

// my character in hogwarts legacy is such a hypocrite honestly she's on ominis side, she's on the chill the fuck down sebby wagon but she learn the cruciatus curse and zap him with it she didn't come here to get cursed ok she came because you whined boy and yes i use it in battle for her now

mc: [ gasp ] how dare you they are unforgivable also mc: [ sees poachers, unbothered flick of the wrist ] crucio.

I just created another character and he's going to be a goody two-shoes I think he'll be my favourite his name is Tiernan he'll be my sunshine and comfort

[imronbytheway]

| | Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | | Gryffindor House | | Ronald B. Weasley , | | interpreted by kettu.

' oh, bloody hell, here we go... '

I will play Ron at any age requested, I'm also very much open for different au's! – that being said... I will not write any sexual themes with this muse.

you may find basic information regarding writing, content and such on my main blog @lenientgaunt , which is also the blog i will be following you from as this is a side-blog.

[philosophors]

“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”

— Alain de Botton, “On Love: A Novel”

[lenientgaunt]

[ when you're very much aware of that you're a fucking cutie, but acts like you have no idea... ]

[kemiichi]

Summer in Feldcroft

Something kind of different, wanted to do a landscape and play with some brushes. I'd like to think that the three had some happy memories before everything went to shit.

[giselsann]

ominis feels Sebastian's smug smile despite the distance❣️

[lenientgaunt]

// just diggory, wondering why karkaroff has his hand on neville's shoulder like that

ced: get your nasty (ex)death eater paw off that kid, sir ced: ced, because he's kind and polite: please

[vintagepales2-blog]

Boboli Gardens, Florence Italy

[memesomething]

Questioning Minds meme

for muses who notice & ask questions about it. some of these are statements more than questions - but they’re still asking about something, so they are on the list. have fun!

“How long have you had this?”

“Have you ever thought maybe you didn’t want to…?”

“What do you like about it?”

“You don’t ask for a lot.”

“Did you ever…?”

“What is it about that [item/place]?”

“You’re not surprised.”

“Where did you get that scar?”

“You know more about this than I do.”

“Are you afraid of it?”

“Can I help?”

“What made you do it?”

“What were you thinking?”

“They have a much different impression of you than I do.”

“Why are you here?”

“What was your mother/father/childhood like?”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“When you had [experience]… what was that like for you?”

“What was your first impression of me?”

“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?”

“How’s your breathing?”

“Are you thinking of doing [x] again?”

“Do you need me to come home?”

“I love you.” (oh boy, when this is a question, not a statement.)

“Did you ever speak to someone about it?”

[apollonianposts]

"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day."

virginia woolf

[lenientgaunt]

Mrs Gaunt: No, they are angry. Ominis: Perhaps we could talk to them? Ominis: Hear their grievances? __: Kill the Gaunts!! Ominis: Mrs Gaunt: Perhaps not right now.

[petitworld]

[via]

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

               ˜”*°•.     Corner  of  the  lips  stretched  upwards  into  a  genuine  smile .  It  was  a  long  time  since  they’d  last  just  talked .  No  arguments,  no  shouts   -  mere  laughs  and  jokes .  It  was  nice .  This  something  the  endearing  that  he  felt ,  the  almost  carefree .  He  wished  they  could  do  it  more  often ;  be  friends ,  be  like  they’d  always  been  -  but  ever  since  the  crucio  incident,  they’d  barely  exchanged  a  single  word .  ❝ Of  course ,  it  is  charming  .  Am  I  not  too  ?  ❞  Words  came  joking  as  he  decided  to  join  him .  Even  though ,  to  his  mind ,  the  weather  was  indeed  a  little  bit  too  sunny .

❝ Oh  but  of  course ,  Mr.  Gaunt .  Apologies  for  questioning  your  decisions .  Please  forgive  me . ❞  The  most  dramatic  of  tones  had  engulfed  his  voice  -  the  little  performance  one  impossible  to  resist .  He  knew  about  Ominis’  parents,  after  all  -and  their  supposed  superiority  in  the  Wizarding  World ;  they’d  often  taunted  them  at  Hogwarts ,  performances   and  silly   pretends  thrown  in  the  dorm  or  in  Feldcroft   every  time  Ominis  felt  bad .

❝ I  have  to  buy  few  things  for  the  herbology  class .  Do  you  want  to  join ? ❞  Hogsmeade  perhaps  never  once  being  anything  less  than  fun ,  entertaining,  but  it  was  always  nice  to  have  some  company  on  the  way  there .  And  Ominis  ?  He’d  missed  him .  Missed  him  too  much  to  not  invite  him  with .

[lenientgaunt]

"You certainly are, yes. I'm afraid it will be your downfall, once you manage to meet your future life companion... It might be a woman who will put you in your place, once and for all." he happily continued their jokes.

At Sebastians offer, to accompany him to Hogsmeade, Ominis' smile faded quickly, though not as if it was an idea he didn't care for. He was just surprised and he took a moment or two before giving Sebastian any kind of response. "Are y... Really?" His tone was still clear with genuine surprise but also very hopeful.

Ominis had missed Sebastian every second since... since that time. Or perhaps some time before then. He'd missed Sebastian's friendship more than anything. And now, being playful with each other again and being invited along? Ominis forgot about his nightmares. Just like that.

"You want me to come with you?"

[bombardanne]

@lenientgaunt

🎁 + a letter after a few too many butterbeers ?

My dearest Ominis, she writes, giggling, even though she had just told her friend that she was doing 'homework' here at The Three Broomsticks.

I think you should change your last name to Sallow!

Ominis Sallow.

How do you like the sound of that? Please, you have to let Sebastian and I adopt you to our family name. Or I suppose there's a different way to propose such.

Anne giggles madly again... Ominis can definitely hear her from his location of right next to her.

Think on it. Give it a try when you're ready.

With affection, Anne.

For some reason, she felt it evenly brilliant of an idea to press her thumb to the interior of her glass, and them stamping the foam of her drink to the top of the letter, as though he'd known to smell the letter for its seal of influence.

Anne then folds the letter, sliding it over to Ominis' side of the table, nudging him.

[lenientgaunt]

Ominis found her giggling very, very concerning. Adorable, yes. Anne had always had a contagious happiness and laughter which he cherished. But as they were in the Three Broomsticks, having Butterbeer and... Merlin knows how many she'd actually had, her mischievous behaviour was hard to ignore. "What are you giggling about?" He asked quietly, anxiously even.

Did he look funny? Perhaps there was foam from the drink left on his upper lip? Ominis patted the back of his hand against his mouth and felt nothing. Had he tied his tie backwards? No...

Then he felt her nudge and he frowned, gently patting the parchment she'd passed him and let out a small exhale. "What's this–– Is this a letter? A n n e," he tried to groan and sound annoyed, but it all was too humorous that a chuckle slipped through his lips instead. He took his wand and made a swift motion over it and its written text began reading itself out loud to him in Anne's own voice.

The pale skin on Ominis' face turned pink, and he quickly silenced the letter once it finished.

"Well, that settles it. We're going back to the castle right now. Come on, miss silly! You have clearly had far too much and I do not wish to be the one to blame. Ominis Sallow, indeed..." He did laugh again, though, even with attempts of trying not too. It didn't sound so bad, actually... Not bad at all.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

              ˜”*°•.    An eyeroll  of  frustration  was all  offered  to the  other  upon the sound  of  his words .  It  was not  the  Dark Magic  that  he so  deeply  loved . It  was  not the  dangerous  power that  he  so deeply  craved .  he sought  the  cure -  and  Ominis ?  he  did nothing  but  toss  bitter comments  -  misinterpret his  every  decision .  ❝ That’s  not -. ❞ But  he  cut himself  off  right there .  To  keep on arguing  unlike  to help ;  Ominis  did know  something,  after all ,  and  to keep  attacking  him  ?  To keep  disagreeing  ?  It could  change  his mind ;  make  him reconsider  bringing  him the  books .

❝ So ,  you are  willing  to help  me  open them  ? ❞   Disbelief .  Disbelief  painted his  tone  - for  Ominis  had always  been  clear about  his  views on  the  Dark Arts .  To  bring him  the  books belonging  to  the family  he  so  bitterly hated, to  help  him read  text  he so greatly  disapproved  of … it  was  so unlike  him .  It was  so  unexpected. So  startling .  Except if  eventually …  he’d  realized that Anne  was  more important  than  some silly  morals.  

❝ I  understand. Thank  you ,  Ominis . ❞ Tone  was  so much  calmer  now  - thankfulness  present  as well.  He  was right .  Days  and nights  had  he spent  in  the restricted  section  of  the  library -  countless  of detentions  given  in return .  But  an answer ?  No  matter how  hard  he searched ,  no  matter how  many  pages he  went  through, nothing  had  looked promising  enough .  What if  luck  was finally  to  smile at  them ,  though ?   ❝ Anne  would  appreciate it  too . ❞  She would  never   -  thought  that he  buried  deep , though.  

[lenientgaunt]

Ominis faced his friend, and though not being able to see, his eyes managed to make direct contact with Sebastian's, as if looking right at him. An eerie moment of luck. "I said you will need me to. It is not really that i'm willing... It's just that I'm quite certain you will stop at nothing to go forth with this. I'm the only parselmouth you know of. And I refuse to fight a friend so very dear to me. Which makes me even more of a coward than before. But I simply can't bring myself to. Not against you. I can't. I couldn't bear it."

His expression grew more sad at Sebastian's words about that Anne, too, would appreciate what Ominis had more or less agreed to, and offered. No. She wouldn't, Seb... She wouldn't.

"Well, then..." He spoke more quietly, lowering his head. "I will bring you these texts after the holidays. I suggest, if I may, that you try to rest and look after yourself in the meantime. You're putting a lot of stress on your body and mind... Please, be more careful. I'll... I'll stay out of your way, to not upset you any further."

Though, he wasn't sure how he'd manage that in their dorm. Then again, there was always the general common room and the Undercroft. Either way, his worried about Sebastian were too great to care more about how he'd manage to avoid him. The thought of Sebastian getting in severe danger suffocated him.

"...Please. Please, be careful...? Sebastian, please. I couldn't stand it if–" He cut himself off before turning around and making his way to leave through the classroom door where now outside it, a loud group of second years were waiting. Right before he left, he spoke over his shoulder, out of pure habit. "We have Potions next,"

He'd make it straight for the Slytherin common room first though, he thought, to gather some essential things in case he'd need them later.

Anger, confusion and despair were still storming inside him and he couldn't think of one single thing that would ease his mind. He'd also been dangerously close in saying too much.