SERPENT-TONGUED

the cycle ends (...) blood of my blood

[ominiious]

#OMINIIOUS.

UNHINGED JAW, GOING FOR THE THROAT. blessed by tainted blood. serpent-speaker. black sheep of the family. KILLER. the inheritor of a legacy written in the blood of countless innocents. foolish boy, who would believe you were anything other than a WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING .

SERPENT-TONGUED. Ominis Gaunt. Indie and mutuals only. 21+ only. Read rules prior to interaction.

UNFORGIVABLY BOUND: @rh4egar ( rhaegar and nagini )

some basic ground rules.

i. PORTRAYAL . Yes, this is a H.P character; no, I don't support the author. This blog is anti-j*kr and fandom unaffiliated. My portrayal is intrinsically tied to rh4egar's portrayals of Rhaegar and Nagini. My default verse ties any and all relevant game/book/film lore to both Rhaegar (ie. Voldemort for all intents and purposes) and Ominis as having occurred simultaneously - ie. they both attended Hogwarts at the same time. They regard one another as brothers (though they are actually cousins in this verse) and anticipate seeing themselves as the last of the Gaunt line. This timeline is, of course, flexible for the sake of interaction, but is important in understanding the development of the character here.

ii. INTERACTIONS . Mutuals only. Please don't interact unless we're both following eachother. I appreciate enthusiasm, but ignoring literally the second rule here will result in a soft block. My slow reply time is not indicative of disinterest. Memes don't close. Send as many as you'd like and turn just as many into threads. I'm a meme and thread hoarder - go ham.

Please do NOT use gifs/gif icons in replies to me.

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[mcflymemes]

WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON *  random assortment of holiday and winter themed lines that i came up with on the spot, adjust as necessary

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?

i am never watching a movie with you again.

come kiss me under the mistletoe.

i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.

how do you plan on celebrating the new year?

have you ever made a snow angel?

well, don't you look festive!

i already bought your present this year.

could you help me hang this? i can't reach.

maybe we should turn the lights down low.

i'm really not a fan of the colder months.

i might need your help this year.

will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?

that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.

i'll teach you all the family traditions.

we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!

how much time did you take off from work?

you sound congested. are you coming down with something?

that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.

i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?

i think we just lost power.

oh no. you are not getting me sick.

that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.

there's nothing to celebrate.

your singing is atrocious.

make that your new year's resolution.

come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.

how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...

the holidays were never very happy for me.

can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?

i don't do well at parties.

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.

if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.

this is the season for giving, you know.

i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.

the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.

i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.

it's supposed to get even colder tonight.

want to snuggle up by the fire with me?

this holiday means a lot to me.

i'd love to celebrate with you this year.

don't worry. i'll make all the food.

i'm having company over tonight.

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.

i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.

do you celebrate anything this time of year?

did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?

do you put up a real tree or a fake one?

we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.

i guess this means we're snowed in.

we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.

if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.

personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.

what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?

we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.

the house smells incredible.

what are you doing new year's eve?

would you celebrate it? with me?

if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?

it's starting to snow.

while i finish this up, would you light the fire?

tell me about your holiday traditions.

is this colder than you're used to?

you didn't have to get me anything.

i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.

think i spotted some mistletoe in the hallway back there.

[ominiious]

It was a route that Ominis had been meticulous about memorizing ( ... ) asking Clint for every street name, every source of extraneous sound, and so on and so forth to bolster his confidence in finding his way again [ alone ]. A mental map that he'd established within a scant few visits and now? Had finally bore fruit after being more or less stood up .

Knuckles rasping against the former performer — present superhero's — apartment door. Cane in one hand and a drink holder with two cups of boba tea in the other. Smile bright as he heard the locks and door click open for him. Standing still as Lucky excitedly greeted him, rubbing at his leg in the hopes that the smell in his pocket was indeed a treat for him ( rest assured: it was ). Expression only faltering once the smell hit him. Brows promptly furrowing. ❝ Clint - ? ❞ Hackles raised as the unmistakable scent of something sterile, akin to that of a hospital. ❝ Are you alright? ❞

@broarrow

[ominiious]

HUMOR BOLDLY STEEPED WITHIN THE SERPENT'S STARE FOLLOWING A HUFF OF - WHAT? INDIGNATION? Or simply a smothered swan song of dying hope for their opponents . ❝ I don't suppose this comes as any less of a surprise to you then, Rhaegar? ❞ The usual blood-red glow of Ominis' wand fading as he carefully maneuvered himself against the broad of his brother's back. Wand held at the ready before him as the footfalls of ... three, no - FIVE opponents encircled them. ❝ Sebastian said there was a wager about us holding our own. ❞ And, what the dueling club wanted? They seemed to always get. But, to call this a match for the ages - ? Well, that would be an understatement against Rhaegar alone.

@rh4egar unplotted terrorizing <3

[gardenbicycle]

Jeremy Dufour 

[ominiious]

PARSELMOUTH ( ... ) serpent speaker, a legacy of death.

While Parseltongue always carried with it a universally dark and dangerous legacy? It was not always as rare as it came to be in Harry's time. During the peak of the Gaunt Family? It was seen as a mark of status to speak it and was often the household tongue when it came to family affairs. "It was practically made to talk down to others while they're nonethewiser!" So, his kin would delightfully boast; ensuring the "lesser" were never made privy to the exacting details of the family's scrutiny. Ominis is, of course, no exception to his bloodline's ability to speak it and fluently at that. It is not a language to be learned persay, but nonetheless honed over time and made mastery of with practice. The human mouth scarcely made to partake in the serpent's tongue and thus a practiced speaker is obvious ( at least, to the snakes and fellow Parselmouths ). Ominis admited to being a Parselmouth to the MC with little fanfare because it was simply that: a known fact that any Gaunt — no matter how much a black sheep Ominis, himself, was — bore such a feature of their legacy and forebearer. With that in mind? He endeavors to only speak it whilst in private. Not to make a fool of others as his parents would hope, but because Ominis was in the habit of making friends with the local snakes in and around Hogwarts. Operating a system of eyes and ears around the campus. While he may act surprised when confronted with the most recent gossip? He isn't always being genuine .

[cbitus]

@ominiious liked this for a starter !

the  fire  had  died  to  its  FINAL  ember  ,  and  a  heavy  silence  claimed  the  common  room  .  the  faint  lapping  of  the  lake  against  the  glass  was  all  that  broke  the  quiet  ,  a  soft  reminder  of  the  world  beyond  .  curfew  had  passed  ,  the  dormitories  darkened  ,  but  amelia  lingered  still  ,  folded  into  the  worn  leather  of  a  COUCH  .  a  book  lay  open  upon  her  lap  ,  forgotten  between  thought  and  memory  .  sleep  eluded  her  once  more  ,  leaving  only  the  dull  weight  in  her  chest  .  her  reflection  of  thought  broke  at  the  sound  of  MOVEMENT  -  footsteps  faint  but  unmistakable  .  amelia  shifted  where  she  sat  ,  the  dying  glow  of  the  hearth  swallowing  her  into  shadow  .  ❛  gaunt  .  surely  this  is  a  case  of  insomnia  ,  not  violation  of  school  rules  ?  ❜  her  tone  was  soft  ,  almost  distant  ,  the  faint  roughness  of  it  betraying  how  LONG  she  had  gone  without  speaking  .

❛  it  takes  ENOUGH  effort  to  keep  sebastian  from  mischief  .  do  try  not  to  make  his  example  contagious  .  ❜  ah  ,  the  prefect’s  voice  -  so  practiced  ,  so  inevitable  .  she  almost  missed  the  ease  that  came  before  it  ,  the  SMALL  liberties  she  had  traded  for  order  and  restraint  .

[ominiious]

THE PRACTICED PRECISION OF HER WORDS AND A TONE BEFITTING BOTH A SLYTHERIN AND IT'S HOUSES' PREFECT. A POSITION OF POWER IN AMONGST ALREADY PRIDEFUL SERPENTS. A figure he'd rather not cross ... should such a luxury be afforded. Ominis was usually keen enough to skirt Miss Amelia's watchful gaze, afterall ( ... ) an endeavor finally foiled come the foolhardy assumption of SOLITUDE come blissful silence .

A practiced flick of his wrist. Wand-tip illuminating with a soft, crimson afterglow. ❝ Ah - Miss Amelia. ❞ Gaze meandering as blurs of shadow and colour smeared across his vision. Posture finally aimed in the direction of her sleepless voice. ❝ Rest assured, I merely needed to - stretch my legs. ❞ The small rat snake within his robe coiled about his wrist, tucked neatly within his sleeve ( her retreat into the forest delayed to the morning, it seemed ). Keeping to his story and meandering thusly. Knowing the space around him well despite the periodic turbulence of the common room. Making his way before the hearth and noting the stark absence of heat or light. ❝ May I? ❞

[heylorrain]

H I M.

[keksikart]

I'm welcoming darkness

All care to the wind

And welcome to darkness

Leaving behind all resistance

Sebastian Sallow & Ominis Gaunt

Hogwarts Legacy

[rh4egar]

they'd returned from the scriptorium with a heavy mind, and little to no answers; a failed endevour, in rhaegar's opinion, if only because it caused his brother pain. tearing open a festering, old wound. a necessary pain, nagini thought, being allowed to bleed and heal properly once and for all. though such thoughts would not leave draconic maw, if only subtly shared between eternal bond of dragon and rider.

the emerald she-beast was not at all surprised to see the serpent's heir approach, his scent long since entered slitted nose. his presence had been welcomed, and he was one of the truly few who could approach the dragon's nest without needing to fear.

the mountain of sharp, emerald scales lift, shaking off leaves and dirt accumulated on grand form during hours long nap —– even if ominis would not see the imperfecfions on gleaming scales; did he not deserve her at her best?

❝ i knew you would come. . . ❞ the she-dragon's voice a roaring thunder, even in the alien tongue of serpents. she'd know even if it wasn't for rhaegar. ❝ female intuition. ❞

she'd coil around gaunt, an impenetrable fortress of scales, crowned head placed next to ominis. if by her will or want, she'd lift all pain and sorrow off his mind, erase the rotten history of the slytherin lineage and allow him a carefree life. but she cannot. ❝ rhaegar has told me about what happened. but i would like to hear your version of the events, as well. if —– you wish to speak about it. ❞

@ominiious plotted. kinda.

[ominiious]

THERE WOULD COME A TIME WHERE MORTAL MEN AND WIZARD-KIND ALIKE WOULD TREMBLE RATHER THAN BASK IN THE GLORY OF NAGINI'S PRESENCE. OMINIS KNEW THIS PERHAPS BETTER THAN EVEN RHAEGAR, who's UNDYING LOVE for her knew no bounds ( beyond even his brother's imaginings ). Already, many among the Knights of Walpurgis whispered among themselves — foolish enough to believe neither brother was keeping an ear out ( ... ) even if not their physical own to mind their wagging tongues and questionable loyalties — about the Gaunts. How strange they were to find SHELTER in the storm given voice, the mountain given life, and the capacity to cherish death given flesh. Yet, Ominis stands before her now feeling closer kinship, even in his smoldering fury, than he ever has to another beyond that of Rhaegar, himself.

❝ Sebastian is going to get himself hurt if not worse. ❞ The final word spat like a condemnation to a fate he's already foreseen. Wand risen before quickly flit with a soft spoken ❝ Ventus. ❞ A wide berth given. Directing the wind as he pleased to dispel the fallen leaves that had been shaken free from her form and gathered in surely uncomfortable mounds about her and troubled his step. Knowing the strength of which would knock another person to their feet several meters back and yet would be nothing more than a tickle to Nagini's form. Dispelled once satisfied and beginning to pace in their newly cleared space with a small nod of quiet admiration to her and acknowledgement to her words.

❝ I ... ❞ Exhale sharp. Taking a beat to gather his composure, voice low. ❝ I imagine it won't come as a surprise to you to know that I am well versed in the Unforgiveable Curses. An unpleasant tale to say the least, but - how is it Sebastian is not only aware of how to cast Crucio, but capable on the first try? ❞ Anxiety and discomfort weighing heavily in his every step as he paced to and fro before her. ❝ We needed to cast it lest we end up like ... ❞

[leneemusing]

MISC SENTENCE STARTERS WITH A DASH OF ANGST

❝ i can't even say he deceived me. i knew exactly what he was and i jumped in anyway. ❞

❝ i think eventually i got so used to the chaos and the pain and the toxicity i began to look for it. ❞

❝ i never got a chance to discover myself. i never had that privilege. ❞

❝ you can tell me anything. i mean i can't promise i'm good at keeping secrets, but i'm a hell of a listener. ❞

❝ no one wants to yearn anymore. ❞

❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

❝ can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. ❞

❝ i would say i don't know what's wrong with you but i actually do and that's the problem. ❞

❝ against my better judgement i trust you and i think that says a lot about the state of the world right now. ❞

❝ i don't actually care but i'm bored so i'm here. ❞

❝ last time i listened to you we almost died. ❞

❝ i would've come sooner. i would've been here if you'd only asked. ❞

❝ i don't want to hurt anymore. ❞

❝ you don't have to hurt anymore. you can let go of those burdens. ❞

❝ it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to. ❞

❝ i do need you. i wouldn't be here if i didn't. ❞

❝ sometimes you don't know it's wrong until it's too late. sometimes you don't know you're being hurt until you realize you're in pieces. ❞

❝ pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass. ❞

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞

❝ you shouldn't have said that. ❞

❝ sometimes i wish they had done something worse. then it'd justify how hard it's been to get over it. ❞

❝ i wish you actually understood me. ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@ominiious sent: 🧼

                   ˜”*°•.      Panic .  He  stood  over  the  sink ,  trembling .  Mind  bombarded  by  dozens  of  thoughts ,   fears.  What  if  someone  had  seen  him ?  What  if  someone  found  the  body ?  What  if  he  was  sent  to  Azkaban ?  There’d  be  none  to  save  Anne  then,  none  to  care  enough  to  find  the  cure .  She  was  going  to  be  condemned  to  a  life  abounded  with  pains  and  weakness - a  life  rather  short,  a  far  cry  from  what  she  deserved .  Water  gushed  out   and  he  scrubbed  and  scrubbed,  but  it  wasn’t  enough.  His  skin  refused  to  get  clean  of  the  dried  out  scarlet ,  almost  as  if  the  universe  had  decided  to  turn  its  back  on  him .  It  was  then  that  a  sudden  noise  caught  him  by  surprise ;  an  instead  panic  flooding  his  mind .  No .  There  was  no  way  he  would  be  able  to  explain  what  had  just  happened.  

❝ Ominis ? ❞  Tone  echoed  dripping  in  confusion (and  perhaps  relief)  as  he  watched  his  best  friend  approach . He  turned  off  the  faucet  - hoping  that  the  other  would  suspect  nothing .

[ominiious]

IT HADN'T ESCAPED OMINIS' NOTICE: THE MANNER IN WHICH SEBASTIAN'S VOICE WAS STEEPED IN UNDUE UNCERTAINTY. The least of which concerned him when the air hung heavy with the unmistakable scent of BLOOD. Despite the worry that etched its way across the blond's features? He knew he'd need tread carefully ( ... ) both physically and metaphorically. What have you done now, Sebastian?

❝ Sebastian ... ? ❞ Slow to produce his wand as he braced himself. The tip emitting a blood-red glow as he focused on their surroundings. Nothing seeming out of place ... beyond that of Sebastian's tone. And, oh, did Ominis know that tone well . Slow in his approach with measured footfalls. Calculated in his blooming paranoia. Nose crinkling as his fears were confirmed: the closer he got, the stronger the scent grew. ❝ Is - everything all right? ❞

[meizze-art]

Gauntcore ✨

[ominiious]

AN ANCIENT FURY NOT UNLIKE A SERPENTS VENOM ( ... ) FANGS SLOWLY SINKING INTO THE WEALTH OF HIS OWN TONGUE. For such was a lesson that Ominis had already learned the hard way. Far from the supposed safety of Hogwarts' lithic walls with an overabundance of prying eyes and eager ears. Was a Slytherin not only as good as their ability to maintain a secret? Such as the meticulous whens and wheres to expose one's wrath - ?

What had their peers all said of Ominis day one? A Gaunt is still a Gaunt .

It was a bitter pill to swallow ( ... ) that perhaps, they had been right. Afterall, was it not he, himself, who had first learned the FORBIDDEN CURSES - ? Was it not the young Gaunt who had known — by BLOOD RIGHT as his father would have said — the way to Salazar Slytherin's Scriptorium? Was it not his fault that Crucio had been cast at all ... ?

Silent footfalls made quick work of a route he'd memorized at his brother's side. Wand held low in the dark of the night as it produced an ominous, crimson glow. Guiding his way not to Rhaegar, but to Nagini. Afterall, Ominis was sure that the sole reason Rhaegar would not have sought him out, himself? Was because he was still dealing with Sebastian. Bile souring the serpent's tongue at the thought alone.

Stowing his wand and striding closer and closer still until a hand settled upon the glory that was the EMERALD MOUNTAIN ( wherever she might PERMIT him to reach ). Feeling at once the sharpness of her scales and the blistering heat that consumed his very senses. All his fury? All his anguish? All his rage extinguished the moment he made contact ( ... ) a shuddering exhale instead wracking the boy's form as he grounded himself in the knowledge of how infinitely small a single serpent might be in the face of a DRAGON.

How he wished he might know what it was like to inhale rage and exhale fire. That he might, if only for a moment, be the very MONSTER that all except Rhaegar seemed to see him as. ❝ What do you see when you look at me, Nagini? ❞ Tongue silvered by serpent's venom, speaking in a tongue meant only for two. ❝ I know Rhaegar has researched our line beyond what I've told him. And ... I know that if he knows, you do too. Dark magic courses through both of our veins and yet, I - ❞ The voice of his father stings like a lash: have always been a failure to the Gaunt name.

@rh4egar. unplotted starter, nagini and ominis .

[ominiious]

WAND ( ... ) an extension of one's will.

Ominis' wand is made of Acacia wood ( known to only produce magic for it's owner ) with a Phoenix Feather core ( acting of it's own accord with a great range of magic ).

PET ( ... ) not exactly up to school standards.

While not a recognized pet by Hogwarts' terms or requirements, Ominis does harbor a pet snake. A young, albino burmese python who's typically found in the Slytherin common room, the Forbidden Forest, or around the Gaunt's shoulders. The serpent is particularly loyal and protective of Ominis, likely owing to the fact that the Slytherin keeps him well fed.

[ominiious]

delivered by owl. pre-established connections, accepting . penned neatly by. rhaegar gaunt, @rh4egar

you should know me by now. (rhaegar teasing his brother.)

THE BLOOD OF HIS BLOOD AND DESTINED TO BE THE LAST OF THEIR LINE. of course Ominis knew his BROTHER ( ... ) sometimes, a little too well ( especially for their peers and Professor's liking ).

rounding the corner of the stairwell. wand in idle tow, without need for its aid in navigating the familiar corridors to the Slytherin common room, yet left no more unaware of the trap laid before him. having heeded the chatter of the nosy portraits en-route? the serpent's heir was already well aware of the Headmaster's presence before the man offered his usual pleasantries. the Slytherin knew this song and dance too. Dumbledore's voice steeped in its usual one part worry, one part skepticism as he intercepted Ominis' route inward. what have you done now, Rhaegar?

yet, what a fool to think that his brother's keeper would ever BETRAY him. all the same, to imagine Rhaegar and Ominis would not have planned for an inquisition such as this.

Ominis' pet, smuggled within his robes years prior, nowadays cleverly hidden within the common room or basking in the heat of the sun alongside Nagini, playing his part well from beyond the portrait door. slithering along lithic stone and through ancient pipes to speak in it's master's common tongue. harkening for their kin to play pretend.

❝ surely our worries are unfounded, Headmaster Dumbledore. though I'm sure Rhaegar will be flattered to know you took it upon yourself to check in on him personally. ❞ speaking the pass code, then entering. with Rhaegar assuredly postured upon the sofa nearest the fireplace as planned. the tip of Ominis' wand illuminated a shade of bloody crimson, as if he couldn't recognize his brother's scent of sulfur and ash already. ❝ he's been feeling poorly since morning. ❞ spoken upon a whisper. boyish features drawn into a somber frown. ❝ I'll see to his other Professors, sir. we're fortunate to share many a lecture, so I won't allow him to fall behind. ❞

YET, IN THE SANCTITY OF PRIVACY? did Ominis sink to the sofa beside Rhaegar with an exasperated sign. ❝ it was supposed to be a short flight, Rhaegar. ❞ hand seeking shoulder, yet finding first a blanket in it's stead. opposite hand wandering further still, having noticed the subtle scent of rain clinging to his skin and the dampness of the cloth within his grasp. digits trailing 'til they found wet locks. tsk. ❝ you will get yourself sick at this rate. ❞ lifting the blanket, entrusting Rhaegar to oblige the act of kindness, as it rounded his shoulders and Ominis tussled damp locks dry.

voice quieting as ivory python coiled obediently 'round his own shoulders. speaking softly, only then, in their shared tongue ( a message to be shared with Nagini ). ❝ he knows something, Rhaegar. why else would Headmaster Dumbledore, himself, be investigating? ❞ afterall, Ominis was no fool. his brother's Knights of Walpurgis thinking themselves woefully clever, even in his presence. as if Rhaegar's right-hand would never deign to tell their tales and that which rolled off silvered tongues with sickly laughter. but, there seemed to be more to it than that ( ... ) more than the usual ruses and boyish games. something had changed. a look of worry etching its way across mirrored features. ❝ what else are you not telling me? ❞

[giselsann]

Happy anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy and thanks for creating who is my favorite character✨🐍