Happy Valentines! 🫶

You're a treasure, @vendiangelo! ❤️

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled so broadly.

I wanted an excuse to draw the one scarf trope + a big, fluffy smile for Ominis just in time for cozy season, and also because he deserves all the fluff in the world🥺

Thank you for the tag @faustinio27!! This was so fun ❤️

Tagging @witchyafterdark @vendiangelo and @tusklovercstb ❤️🌻

thought i’d throw my hat into the ring and give you all a lovely new tag game to chew on!

show me what’s in your bag using this picrew, show a little self portrait using this one (or any that strikes your fancy - we’re not picky ‘round here!) and throw in a little song you like! <3

this is an open tag! but i’m going to ping some lovely folks regardless. hope you all don’t mind! <3

@boomingsmile @myrachondria @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @pixelplanetig @faustinio27 @charmedslytherin @catohphm @shanaraharlyah

Scrumptious art for a scrumptious story 10000/10 would let galaxiasgreen torture me again

Post Azkaban Sebastian Sallow commission for @galaxiasgreen!

A quick kiss between classes 🫶

She's proud of her handiwork (and he loves it)✨💅

Drew this lil thing as a cover for my "Valentine's*" fic, which I just finished off today!💕It's up on AO3 and Wattpad! Snippet under the cut.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “For the handkerchief.”

A lump rises in Ominis’ throat. He manages to nod.

“If you could—” Allegra clears her throat. “—Gaunt, please don’t—”

“Tell?” he finishes. He sighs, flashing her a brief smile. “A talent of mine, if you’d believe it.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Fair.”

Another smile. She’d stolen many from him tonight.

“I should get back to Gryffindor. You should get back to Prefect duty,” she says. She rises to her feet, marked by a whirl of skirts and a brief rush of air. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He stands and listens to her walk away, each footstep growing softer as she slowly makes her way down the stairs.

Then:

“Gaunt?”

Ominis tilts his head. “Chant?”

“You shouldn’t use such cheap silk for your handkerchiefs,” she says loftily. “It’ll give you pimples.” She hmphs, although there is a teasing note in it. “You’d think a Gaunt would be able to tell the difference.”

Ominis smirks. “Five points from Gryffindor.”

She laughs, and Ominis hears the swoosh of her hair as she tosses it, marching away in a chorus of clicking heels.

Devoted

a quick ominis sketch bc he's pretty and makes for a good warm up ✨

Wooo Gryffindor gang! 🦁 I saw some of your art on your blog and oh my god I absolutely love it!!! I love the colours and how you draw hair. Kind of a weird thing to point out but I really like it lol. I’ll have to read some of your fics too 👀 I’ve never actually read an Ominis story so I am very excited!! I hope you have a good day :D

A fellow Gryffindor! Always happy to meet a member of the pride! 🦁 I'm so honored you like my art, thank you! And if you ever read any of my fics, I hope you enjoy them. Thank you for visiting my chimney Secret Santa! 👀

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended