#alter&&isla

[teamjo]

you piss me off. I did my laundry you perv! They're clean - @twislajade

You did laundry? Fuck. I guess I can’t be too mad, you’re a housewife in training. But uh.. always keep a dirty pair around for Uncle Jo, okay? 😁

[systemofwhispers]

Alter Intro: Isla 🛼

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Basics ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

🌷 Age: 18-21

🔆 Pronouns: She/Sun/Shell/Happy

🌷 Gender: Female

🔆 Orientation: Pansexual

🌷 Relationship status: Single

🔆 Sign-off: 🛼

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Other Info ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

🌷 Species: Elf

🔆 Type: Brainmade

🌷 Role: Age slider, mood booster, socializer, adventurer

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Boundaries ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

🔆 Nicknames: Sure!

🌷 Flirting: (/p) Friends only, (/r) S/O only

🔆 Pet names: S/O only

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[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Take Me To The Alter Slip Dress from Widow ($48)

[dogsrotten]

she turns to look at him . of course she’s not supposed to be in there , it’s the men’s locker room , but that’s what made having sex in there the more gratifying . “have you seen a pair of hot pink panties ?”

open  :  f  .

"  i  don't  think  you're  supposed  to  be  in  here  ,  "  he  chimed  from  several  feet  away  ,  head  cocked  to  one  side  while  he  took  her  in  through  the  slit  in  his  mask  .

[xjulixred45x]

(In dead royalty au)What would happen if consort was the child of some deity(maybe calypso?) And does the same as demeter? Causing havoc to have her child back

That's a good question!

ok, first of all, consort is probably a demi-god (since Calypso's island was found by mostly mortal men, I like to think that some actually wanted to stay and Calypso got her due character development. I hate her, but because I want something better).

I especially like an AU where Calypso and Antinous (one of Penelope's suitors, Odysseus' wife) meet and fall in love. Having a family together. So I think I'll go that route this time.

Calypso is definitely what the popular media thinks Demeter is. She's a loving mother, yes, but also very jealous and hates the gods with a passion for locking her away in Ogygia (and by extension her family).

and that hate increases considerably when her oldest baby manages to get out ALONE to marry a complete stranger:)

Calypso and Antinous probably didn't even realize what happened and searched for Consort for several days in Ogygia without success. So Atlas (Calypso's father) could have told her what happened and she was ANGRY.

I imagine she was so angry that she managed, even if temporarily, to cross the island's barrier and go to Olympus to complain to Zeus, who obviously wasn't going to give in to her demands.

And look, Calypso is ALTAS' daughter, who literally holds up the sky, she can probably do some pretty destructive shit like altering the tides, generating tidal waves, tornadoes, etc. all in order to get her daughter back.

Meanwhile Zagreus and Consort are not aware of what's going on outside, too busy getting to know each other better (and Zag with work because people die more out of nowhere).

It gets to a point where the gods realize they can't negotiate with Calypso, they have to do it with Zagreus.

I think it depends on whether we're talking about normal Dead Royalty Zagreus or the yandere.

The yandere would probably want to talk to Calypso personally to "discuss the problem" and would threaten her that if she didn't stop her tantrum he would make sure Consort never leaves the underworld. Ever.

Calypso might be very powerful, but she can't interfere with the world of the dead (or get there unless she dies, since she can only leave her island a limited number of times).

Obviously this would only fuel Calypso's distrust of the gods, but she would take every opportunity to see her baby.

The normal Dead Royalty Zagreus would first try to talk to Consort about it, he would want to know if they would rather go back to their mother or if they would rather stay with him. It could serve as a nice moment of confession when Consort decides to stay.

Then they would have to try to negotiate with Calypso so that she doesn't kill mortals, but Zagreus realizes that the only way to do that is to make her see Consort, and lets her do it.

Calypso stops the natural disasters the moment she sees Consort, but it definitely takes a lot, a lot of work to convince her to let her return to the Underworld.

They make a deal to come see her once a month, but if they take longer she is allowed to cause a tornado or flood😅

Calypso continues to reprimand Zagreus, but she is starting to see that it was no more hiz fault than it was Zeus'. Besides, she can't complain when her baby looks so happy.

In short, a lot of mess, but nothing that can't be fixed.

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(ESPAÑOL)

ok, primero que nada, probablemente consorte sea semi-dios (ya que la isla de Calypso era encontrada por hombres mortales principalmente, me gusta pensar que alguno realmente se quiso quedar y Calypso tuvo su merecido desarrollo de personaje. la odio, pero porque quiero algo mejor).

me gusta especialmente un AU donde Calypso y Antinous(uno de los pretendientes de Penelope, la esposa de Odiseo) se conocen y enamoran. teniendo una familia juntos. asi que creo que voy por esa ruta en esta ocacion.

Calypso definitivamente es lo que la media popular cree que es Demeter. es una madre amorosa, si, pero tambien muy celosa y odia a los dioses con pasion por haberla encerrado en Ogigya(y por extensión a su familia).

y ese odio aumenta considerablemente cuando su bebe mayor logra salir SOLO para casarse con un completo desconocido:)

Calypso y Antinous probablemente nisiquiera se dieron cuenta de lo que paso y buscaron a Consorte varios dias en Ogygia sin exito. entonces Atlas(padre de Calypso) le pudo haber dicho lo que paso y ella estaba ENCOLERIZADA.

Me imagino que estaba tan enojada que logro, aunque sea de forma temporal, atravesar la barrera de la isla e ir al Olimpo a reclamarle a Zeus, que obviamente no iba ceder a sus demandas.

y miren, Calypso es hija de ALTAS, que literalmente sostiene el cielo, probablemente ella puede hacer mierda muy destructiva como alterar las mareas, generar maremotos, tornados, etc. todo con tal de recuperar a su hija.

mientras tanto Zagreus y Consorte no son concientes de lo que esta pasando afuera, muy ocupados conociendose mejor(y Zag con el trabajo porque de la nada la gente muere mas).

llega a un punto donde los dioses al darse cuenta que no pueden negociar con Calypso, tienen que hacerlo con Zagreus.

creo que depende de si hablamos de Zagreus de Dead Royalty normal o el yandere.

el Yandere probablemente quiera hablar personalmente con Calypso para "discutir el problema" y la amenazaría con que si no paraba su berrinche el se aseguraria que Consorte nunca dejara el inframundo.jamas.

Calypso podra ser muy poderosa, pero no puede interferir con el mundo de los muertos (o llegar hasta alla a menos que muera, ya que solo puede dejar su isla un numero limitado de veces).

obviamente esto solo alinentaria el recelo de Calypso a los dioses, pero aprovecharia cada oportunidad de ver a su bebe.

El Zagreus de Dead Royalty normal trataria primero que nada hablarlo con Consorte, el querria saber si ellos prefieren volver con su madre o si prefieren quedarse con el. podria servir como un momento lindo de confesion cuando Consorte deciden quedarse.

después tocaria tratar de negociar todos en conjunto con Calypso para que no mate a los mortales, pero Zagreus se da cuenta de que la unica forma de hacerlo es haciendo que vea a Consorte, y la deja hacerlo.

Calypso detiene los desastres naturales en el momento que ve a Consorte, pero definitivamente toma mucho, mucho trabajo convencerla de que la deje volver al Inframundo.

hacen un trato de venir a verla una vez cada mes, pero que si se tardan mas ella tiene permitido causar un tornado o inundacion😅

Calypso sigue recintiendo a Zagreus, pero esta empezando a ver que no fue mas su culpa de lo que fue de Zeus. aparte de que no puede quejarse cuando su bebe se ve tan feliz.

en resumen, mucho desmadre, pero nada que no se pueda arreglar.

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[1800titz]

could we hear a bit about harry and isla’s dynamic once they’re in a relationship? i feel like he would still be a dom even in an out of sex setting 🫣

OOOO yeah he’s definitely still dommy when they start seeing each other outside of Indulge, and I think he ends up being dommy even in an out of sex setting, too!! I feel like they end up going for more of a 24/7 type deal and the dom/sub sort of dynamic starts to leak into their everyday lives (I’ll be doing extras on patreon going into this more). But I think he does subtle things without even realizing at first like always having a hand on her when they’re out and about, or scolding her for opening the door instead of letting him do it, or giving her The Look if she’s doing something out of line ((Like one time they were eating out and she started throwing chips at him across the booth and then yk. The Look).

It’s like, they’re not innately dommy things, but they are. Eventually, their relationship sort of just evolved and they talked and talked and talked and figured out what worked for them!! 

When it comes to the 24/7 thing with rules, and punishments, and etc, a BDSM dynamic is infinitely flexible, so they end up finding what works for them over time, like I said. And they talk about EVERYTHING. Because safe, sane, and consensual(!!) 

There’s hard rules and there’s “bendy” rules — breaking “bendy” rules is an outlet for Isla to let Harry know she wants a certain type of attention, and “bendy” rules earn funishments that aren’t pre discussed, ie lighter spanking, more sexual forms of punishment like orgasm denial, overstimulation, etc. Harry is very mean dom but he’s also a huge brat tamer, so he’s got a ton patience as opposed to the type of dom that expects outright obedience, and Isla is a huge brat when it comes to subbing, so the “bendy” rules let them explore that more — they’re sort of expected to be broken, to an extent! For example, a “bendy” rule that Isla always seems to break has to do with her attitude/sarcastic tendencies. If Harry asks her to grab him a cup of coffee in the morning since she’s getting up out of bed before him to get her own, she comes back with two cups— a cup of coffee for herself and a cup of literal coffee beans for Harry. Trying to get a rise. Which results in Harry rolling his eyes and telling her she can go ahead and eat a coffee bean if she wants to be a brat (to which Isla incredulously squawks, “No!”) and he teases her about her saying no to him and spanks her a few times. ((Also he steals the coffee she brought in for herself, and then complains and gives it back with his nose crinkled because it’s too sweet.))

Hard rules are pre-negotiated rules in place that earn deliberate, unpleasant corrections that fit the infraction (that are also heavily pre discussed — I literally can’t emphasize enough that Isla and Harry always talk everything over and communicate). The rules are all stuff that Isla and Harry have both decided will improve something for Isla in some way, like self care rules, rules regarding punctuality, etc, and they’re always open to be edited or revised! For example, a hard rule that she has is put her shoes away when she gets home ((because she’s tripped over them 64838483948839493 times leaving them out in piles)) and if she doesn’t do it then there’s a punishment to follow that isn’t any fun, because it’s intended to alter a behavior. Since she didn’t focus on this tiny detail that would take literally a split second to do, she then has to write lines and spend much longer focusing on “arbitrary” details. So, she has to write 100 lines really neatly in a specific layout, and if she messes up on any of the lines she has to start over. 

Honestly, the worst “punishment” for Isla is being told that Harry is disappointed with her. Like. Ouch. And he only does it for the hard rules that she’s broken, when he really is disappointed. It’s pretty effective. Other super unpleasant punishments that Isla has (that they’ve both talked over and agreed upon) are cold showers, harder spanking sessions, being forced to stand in a corner for an allotted time period with no attention, etc. It’s all stuff that fits the crime and Harry gets pretty creative with it sometimes (like she’d been told 748848593943 times to clean up after herself if she was baking in the kitchen, and she doesn’t clean up for the 648839493th time, so he has her eat a crumbly food in the guest bedroom on the bed and has her sleep there, and the crumbs are super annoying because she can’t get them all the way off the bed — very creatively sadistic on Harry’s part). Which isn’t really sexy per say, but it’s more about the power exchange than a sex thing most of the time for them!! Although it does play into their sex lives!! 

This is super important — they also still have their safeword in place!! One to pause what’s going on and another to pause the dynamic altogether, and to just be Harry and Isla, whether it’s during an argument, etc. ((They don’t ever yell at each other. They just converse and disagree dhdjdj)).

Anyways, this might sound a little cuckoo for cocoa puffs, but they are super happy with each other!! Their dynamic is built on loads of trust and communication, and they are both really, really good to each other. Absolutely everything that they engage in is entirely consensual! This felt like a huge amalgam of dom/subby punishments but even with their 24/7 dynamic they are just chilling with each other and hanging out and being a normal couple 99% of the time :D

[itsjordynlol]

Jordyn's Mod Masterlist

I often get asked what mods I use in my game! Below is a comprehensive list of my mods.

Last updated: 1/10/2025. Added Faster Toddler Training and Toddlers Can Sit on Sims' Laps

NRASS MODS

Absolutely essential mods that help the game run smoother and gives you more agency over the world.

NRaas ErrorTrap: Catches and corrects data corruption errors.

NRaas MasterController: Adds options that allow you to control and change things about sims in your town.

NRaas MasterController Cheats: Includes more advanced features for MasterController.

NRaas Mover: Removes "greater than eight" and "requires adult" restrictions in "Edit Town" and the Phone and Computer "Move" interactions and adds a new "Move" window.

NRaas Overwatch: Periodically cleans up errors and junk that accumulate over a play session.

NRaas Porter: Adds a custom version of the import and export system used to create library families. It makes it possible to transfer sims while preserving relationships.

NRaas Portrait Panel: Adds portrait panels for households greater than eight.

NRaas Story Progression: Overrides EA story progression with a better system.

NRaas Woohooer: Alters game romance systems and allows for teen pregnancy and risky woohoo.

"FIX" MODS

These mods make small tweaks to the game that improve performance and fixes annoying things.

bluegenjutsu Sit on more comfy objects: Fixes routing issues when sims choose places to sit. Requires a Sims Asylum account.

Lazy Dutchess Smooth Patch: Alters game processing speed to improve overall performance.

No camera fade on sims: Gets rid of the weird camera fade that happens when you zoom in close to your sim.

OhRudi Sims need less space: Sims now need half the space for all interactions, which improves routing.

Twoftmama Route Fix: Reduces the amount of time your sims stand around picking their nose. Requires a Sims Asylum Account.

Arro No "Mod Scripts Found": Hides the mod script popup when you load up the game.

marydehoyos Reduce/Remove Lag Caused by Houseboats: Corrects lag in Isla Paradiso caused by houseboats.

GAMEPLAY MODS

These mods add new interactions.

Twinsimming Growing Pains: Inspired by the phases in The Sims 4: Parenthood.

TSS Sims can hand over babies and toddlers: Adds a basic interaction for sims to pass babies and toddlers over to other sims.

TSS More baby interactions: Adds more interactions for babies.

TSS Functional baby carrier: Adds a baby carrier to the game.

Buzzler Moar Interactions: Adds new interactions to the game that are new or altered EA interactions.

Twoftmama Faster Toddler Training: Allows you to teach your toddlers to walk, talk, and potty in a third of the normal time.

TheSweet Simmer Toddlers Can Sit on Sims' Laps: Allows toddlers to sit on adult sims' laps.

CAS AND DEFAULT REPLACEMENT MODS

Default replacements for Sims and other alterations to CAS.

Criisolate Pure CAS Lighting: Changes lighting in CAS.

Baby sleeper footies: Puts babies in a cute footie outfit instead of the default burrito wrap.

Slamyy Eyelash Mesh Terminator: Removes default EA eyelashes.

SClub Eyelashes: Eyelashes available in CAS makeup. Requires eyelash terminator.

Little Wisps: Gives babies hair.

BrntWaffles Baby Soft Skin: Skin default replacement for babies.

BrntWaffles Yumedust eyes: Eye default replacement.

Cyo cute feet for infants and toddlers: Makes baby feet cuter.

Neiuro Mango Smoothie Skin: Skin default replacement.

Nectar Cellar Beards: Replaces EA beards.

Simple Life Brows: Replaces EA brows.

Nectar Cellar CAS background: Custom CAS background.

Sim Bouquet Thumbnail Camera Edits: Makes changes to Sim portraits.

BrntWaffles Lighting Mods: Changes the default EA lighting.

MISCELLANEOUS MODS

I don't know where to put these!

justmiha97 Clean UI: Replaces the default UI with a nice white overlay.

I use reshade to improve the visual quality of my game. I don't understand it very well so I highly recommend this tutorial by acottonsock!

[mushroompollution]

okay. i promised everyone an explanation, of everything. this is going to be a little long... because a lot has happened in the last month or so.

i used our date last month as an excuse to break into the study of Elliot's father's townhouse. i was looking for any information on the research being conducted with Humpty Dumpty and the children of Fianna's, hoping to find some way to help them and Elliot.

i found that, and a lot more.

I found out that Elliot's father was overseeing all of that personally. He was hoping to use Humpty Dumpty as a weapon, to compensate for Raven refusing all other Contractors before Gilbert. In the process, he discovered that Humpty Dumpty was born from the body of one of the previous Glen Baskervilles after he died. And that it would instinctively seek out, and protect, the next Glen.

When my mother died and I was sent to Fianna's, Elliot's father saw my weird eyes and had a theory that i might. carry Glen Baskerville's reincarnated soul. when Elliot and i went into the chasm in Sablier after the lost children, and Humpty Dumpty attacked everyone but me, his theory was proven correct.

That's why he let me stay on as Elliot's valet. And that's why he didn't do anything about Elliot's Illegal Contract. He thought that allowing Humpty Dumpty to protect Glen until he awoke was more valuable than his own son's life.

Unfortunately, i set off a silent alarm when i broke in. and i was so wrapped up in the things i was reading, i didn't notice Elliot's father until i was trapped.

Vincent saved me. but he killed Elliot's father to do it.

i panicked. i heard Elliot coming, and i got so scared that Vincent would kill him too. i only meant to teleport us to the House in Sablier, far enough away that Elliot would be safe, but close enough i could get home.

we ended up. somewhere else.

in order to get us home, i made the decision to step up and accept my role as the new Glen. i made a Contract with his Chain, Jabberwock, and forced open a way home through Abyss.

i couldn't tell Elliot any of this before. Humpty Dumpty alters its Contractors' memories so they never feel despair. i was afraid that if i did, Elliot would just forget it all, and the hand on his Seal would move.

i also. had responsibilities that i needed to tend to, and prepare for. responsibilities that i accepted as part of the deal i took to get home to him.

i had stolen a Carcere from Pandora in hopes that i could give Elliot a chance to overwrite Humpty Dumpty's Illegal Contracts and lock it away. but i was too late for that.

which, um. brings me to what happened this weekend.

the other Baskervilles knew that Pandora was planning to use Oz's ceremony as a chance to find the Sealing Stone in Isla Yura's mansion. so we did the same thing, intending to break it. the plan was to leave that to the others while Vincent and i would find Elliot, reveal everything, and give him the Carcere.

but none of that went right. no one knew that Isla Yura was planning to use the ceremony to recreate the Tragedy of Sablier. he had brought the children of Fianna's and members of his cult to play the roles of the Baskervilles. Elliot's mother was among them.

a lot of people died. we saved a lot of others, though.

the Sealing Stone was broken. but when it was, Humpty Dumpty went crazy. i won't tell all of the details of what Elliot went through, that isn't my place. but in the end, he was able to reject his Chain, destroying every other seed of it as well.

he's okay now, not because of me, but because of the generosity of our friends here on tumblr. because he was strong enough to look death in the eye and hold on.

when the basement collapsed, i summoned Jabberwock to save everyone. i got us all outside. but that means Pandora knows, without a doubt, that i'm Glen. so for now, i have to lay low. i can't go back to my life as Elliot's valet... ever, probably. which is really a shame. i loved my life at his side. but i also found a new family of people who are looking to me for direction. and i can't just turn my back on them, at least until i know what's expected of me. unfortunately, there's still one Sealing Stone, and the other Glens, the ghosts i'm haunted by, can't tell me anything important until it's broken.

so.

um.

i think that's about everything.

i guess, if there are any questions, just go ahead and ask them. before anons get involved and make me answer, anyway.

[svnguineskye]

open to: m/f/nb 23+ (trans & older muses get bonus points!)

muse: isla armani, 23-28, mob nurse or art teacher ( maia ref*cco fc )

plot idea: something along the lines of our muses are friends, best friends, even exes and y/m’s current boyfriend did something bad okay (cheat on them, go behind their back, etc) isla is all too happy to help reap some sweet revenge. no inc*st / stepc*st, or nonc*n / dubc*n

Now Isla wasn’t necessarily balls-to-the-wall crazy, she liked to think she was pretty levelheaded. But when her friend told her just how awful their current boyfriend was, she could get a little . . . bat-in-his-window type nuts. “Are you serious?” Isla gasped, practically jumping up from the couch. “He did that . . . and we’re just sitting here? Why didn’t you say something sooner? I’ve been dying to crack a windshield open like a egg for weeks, and I’m thinking that douche deserves some vehicle alterations.”

[gyattoru]

the apparition - a hogwarts legacy fanfic (s.s)

title inspired by the apparition by sleep token.

• chapter two - the unsanctioned duelling club.

summary: After a much-needed rest from the whirlwind of yesterday's events, the first day of the semester is finally here, filled with potential and excitement. Aiden heads out to run errands, leaving Ellise to contemplate the intriguing dreams that have been haunting her nights. As if fate had a hand in it, she receives an invitation to join a mysterious ‘secret’ dueling club, stirring her curiosity and hinting at the thrilling adventures that lie ahead.

cw: 5k(ish) words, hogwarts legacy fanfiction, female MC, sebastian sallow x female!MC, poppy sweeting x male!MC, muggle raised MCs, eventual pining & romance, eventual fluff & angst, minimal lore alterations, dialogue alterations, added events, sebastian sallow x seer!MC, multiple OCs, will add more as the chapters go on.

a/n: I know, it took me SO long to have time to sit and write this, but if things go to plan updates should be more consistent. I also wanted to thank my close friend for helping me create one of the OCs that will be introduced, as she is here as a homage to her, love you bestie 💗

- xxx, lola.

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ELLISE.

To my dismay, I quickly learnt that a good night of sleep after restless years had its price—not waking up on time.

As I opened my eyes the next morning, I noticed that all the beds in the earth-toned female dormitory were empty and neatly made. I hurried through the castle, preparing myself as best as I could in the little time I had to get ready.

I have difficulty recalling the path taken yesterday with Professor Weasley; my quick steps do not aid my memory. As I carelessly round a corner that leads into another long hallway, I accidentally bump into someone.

I stared in surprise at the three girls in front of me, their expressions mirroring my own. I clamped my mouth shut and noticed the books I had accidentally knocked from the hands of the girl on the right. She had dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes, which were framed by an oval pair of glasses. As I knelt to pick up her books, she also knelt, and we clumsily collided foreheads—an amazing first impression.

She winces, and I place a hand on my head. “I’m so sorry.” I gather her books, and one of her friends, a blonde girl with a neatly trimmed fringe, gently takes them from me. “I should have watched where I was going better.” The third girl, who has dark raven hair, helps us back to our feet.

“It's alright, you're one of the new fifth-years, aren't you?” the girl with green eyes asked as her blonde friend handed her books back. Her accent was thick and somewhat difficult for me to understand. “You made quite an entrance yesterday,” she said with a smile.

“Is it that obvious that I have no clue where I’m headed?” I ask nervously.

The girl with raven hair stifles a laugh “A little bit, but we can’t blame you, we’ve already had five years to adapt. We can help you, if you’d like, of course.”

“That would be highly appreciated.” I sigh “I’m Ellise, sorry for my manners, Ellise Villin.”

“Don’t worry about it!” she says with a cheerful wave, brushing off my lack of politeness. “I’m Isla Sterling from Ravenclaw.” She gestures to the blonde beside her. “This is Saoirse Dillon from Slytherin. She’s a bit quiet, but she’s really lovely once you get to know her!” Finally, she points to the girl I bumped into. “And this is Jasmina Čajkovska from Gryffindor. Her accent might take a little getting used to since she transferred from the Balkans with her brother a few years back, but she’s super friendly!”

The girls smile gently as they explain that they are on their way to the kitchens to try and sneak some of the best pastries before breakfast. They invite me to join them, but I politely decline, mentioning that I need to meet with Professor Weasley by the Slytherin common room before class.

“We can take you there.” Saiorse suggests as the other two girls nod.

“If you don’t mind.” I give them a cheeky smile.

“Can you believe him?!” Jasmina exclaims continuing our conversation as we arrive at the Slytherin corridor.

“I don’t know if it’s my place to speak.” I ponder “But I think he’s quite rude for that.”

“I agree with Ellie!” Isla exclaims, then gasps “I can call you Ellie right?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Girls.” Professor Weasley greets us when we get to her, my brother engaged in a conversation with a dishevelled-haired brunette and a blonde just behind her, both guys clad in Slytherin robes “I see you’ve acquainted yourselves with Miss Villin.”

“Good morning professor.” Saiorse gives her a shy smile “We sure did.”

“So did him with Gaunt and Sallow.” Isla points to the boys talking to brother and they turn to us.

My heartbeat slows as I lock eyes with the brunette; his gaze is the same as the one from my dreams.

“I’ll be taking that as our queue to depart.” He says with a charming smirk, not taking his eyes off mine “Until later, Villin.”

My brother bids him goodbye, but by the look on the guy’s face, I have no clue as to whether of us that was directed towards.

His eyes leave mine as he and the blonde turn to leave, the girls wave to me and tell me I can join the next breakfast heist, leaving me, Aiden and Matilda by the common room door.

“I trust you’re both ready for your first day at Hogwarts?” She smiles at us.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day for a long time.” My brother chirps, like we had a clue the school even existed a month ago “Can’t believe we’re here.”

“Well, you are here.” She emphasizes “Make the most of it. You only have one first day.”

We both give her curt nods.

“In light of your unique situation, joining us as fifth years, you’ll need to catch up with your classmates without falling behind.” She explains “Especially as you’ll be expected to complete your O.W.L.s at the end of the year.”

“O.W.L.s?” Aiden questions “Owls?”

“Yes. Your ‘Ordinary Wizarding Level’ exams.” She smiles “They will determine what type of career you can have when you leave here.”

“No pressure.” I remark.

“After much discussion with the Headmaster and the Ministry, we’ve devised something extraordinary to ensure your success.” She signals with her hands and a thick book appears out of thin air “Here you are.” She hands me the book.

The leather-bound tome suddenly escapes my grip, soaring through the air as if possessed by a life of its own. It snaps open with a flourish, pages cascading like shimmering leaves caught in a whirlwind of golden magic. The room is filled with a soft, radiant glow as the illuminated words dance across the fluttering pages. Just as quickly, the book comes to a graceful halt, its pages folding back with reverence before settling gently into my waiting hands, as if acknowledging my presence.

“What is it?” I inquire, my fingers gliding over the intricate design of the cover. The surface is adorned with a myriad of delicate engravings, each one telling its own story. In each corner, I can see the distinct insignia of the four Hogwarts houses—Gryffindor's lion, Hufflepuff's badger, Ravenclaw's eagle, and Slytherin's serpent—each beautifully rendered in a way that showcases their unique characteristics. At the center of it all looms a grand, bold ‘H,’ its elegant curves commanding attention, symbolizing the very essence of the magical school.

“It’s a Wizard’s Field Guide!” She exclaims giddily “It will help you both keep track of what you’re learning so that you master what’s expected of fifth-years.”

“We can share it?” Aiden questions, since she’s only presented one tome to us.

“You shall. Since the book appears when you need it that should be no problem. You would be wise to take full advantage of this exceptionally valuable resource.”

I put the book under my arm to hold it better and to my utter surprise, it disappears just like explained by Professor Weasley.

“Thank you, professor, but what do you mean it will ‘keep track’ of what we’re learning?” I arch an eyebrow

“Perhaps seeing it in action will answer your questions.” She invites us to walk with her.

As we ascend the winding staircase, each step echoing softly against the stone walls, we finally reach a landing adorned with an intricately carved stone statue of a kelpie. The statue looms large, its fluid form capturing the essence of a water spirit, both enchanting and somewhat foreboding. We come to a pause, taking in the beauty and mystery of the figure before us.

Our professor, with an air of wisdom, elaborates on the purpose of the tome. She explains that the guide is specifically designed to assist us with a plethora of knowledge—everything from the many creatures that inhabit the wizarding world to the rich tapestry of wizarding lore that has been passed down through generations. Moreover, she emphasizes the importance of being continually vigilant and attuned to our surroundings, hinting at the potential wonders—and dangers—that may lie ahead. This guide will not only enhance our understanding but also deepen our connection to the magical realm we are about to explore.

After using the guide on the statue by casting Revelio, I was pleasantly surprised to learn its full background. She then taught us about the castle’s Floo Flame network, which is designed to facilitate fast travel—a feature I will greatly appreciate in the future.

We use the Floo flame network to head to the Central Hall, which Matilda describes as the ‘King’s Cross’ of Hogwarts—the heart of the hive.

We make our way to the heart of the Central Hall, where the pristine white marble floors gleam under the soft overhead lights. A few students congregate around a stunning indoor fountain, its gentle flow creating a calming ambiance. The fountain boasts a beautifully crafted statue of sirens, their graceful forms intricately carved from stone, adding an air of elegance to the space. Soft whispers and laughter fill the air as the students chat, their excitement blending harmoniously with the serene sounds of the water splashing gently below.

“That should be all for now.” She shrugs and comes to a halt “You’re both expected to attend Charms class later today. And while Ellise attends Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’ll ask you to come with me for now, your sister can meet me in my classroom after the end of classes today.” She directs towards Aiden.

“Thank you for the help, Professor Weasley.” I smile at her.

“A lot to absorb on your first day. And you have much to learn.” She shrugs “You’re both expected to complete extra assignments made by your professors to help you with prior knowledge.”

Aiden winces at the mention of extra work, but giving Fig will assist us, I pay it no mind.

“But, judging by your adept use of the Field Guide and Revelio, I’d say Fig had no issue teaching you both the basics.” She frowns “He’s been terribly vague as to the events preceding your arrival, specifically about the dragon attack.”

I give Aiden a sideways glance to remind him that Fig asked us not to mention the events to anyone so he could discuss them with the Ministry without causing panic or spreading meaningless rumors. Aiden understands my look and gives me a nearly imperceptible nod in response.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing for us to share on the matter, professor.” He gives her a faint smile.

“Fair enough.” She gives us an unapologetic shrug “I presume Professor Fig has his reasons to keep the details to himself. For now.”

As if magically summoned, Eleazar Fig walks down the main stairs of the hall towards us—speak of the devil. Matilda greets him with a comment about how his ears must have been burning just a moment ago and chuckles softly. She praises him for his excellent job teaching us the basics of spellcasting and for volunteering to help us throughout the year.

“I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit, they’ve appear to have a rare aptitude for learning magic.” He dismisses her praise.

“Hm, well, I’m just glad the three of you’ve arrived in one piece.” She narrows her gaze on him “Perfectly good boats and carriages to Hogwarts and you chose to fly in the path of a dragon.”

“I wouldn’t say I chose it.” He shakes his head, by the tone in his voice I can tell it’s too soon to talk about the matter with him “Rather unfortunately it seems the dragon chose us.”

“Very well. Enough chit-chat, I need to direct Aiden to pick up his supplies and I’ve got class to get to.” I bid my goodbyes to Aiden and Matilda as they walk off, leaving Fig to explain the rest of the Field Guide to me.

He asks if we told her about our dragon encounter, and I just shake my head in response. He hums in appreciation and directs me to class.

As I approach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, apparently known as D.A.D.A., an electrifying energy buzzes in the air. The vibrant chatter of students spills out, mixing with the exhilarating whoosh of spells flying through the room. I can hardly contain my anticipation.

I push open the imposing double doors, wincing slightly as they creak on their hinges, and step into the bustling classroom. The atmosphere is thick with tension; students instinctively part, forming a wide circle around the chaos at the centre. There, the dishevelled brunette from earlier stands poised, his brow furrowed in concentration. With a swift, fluid motion, he unleashes a spell that crackles with energy, hurtling toward a ginger-haired boy positioned just a few meters away. His eyes widen, but he reacts with remarkable reflexes, flicking his wand with precision to deflect the spell at the last moment, the magical energy dissipating into harmless sparks.

“Stupefy!” The ginger yells, the brunette blocking his spell with much more ease and sending more spells back at him in response.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He mocks with false worry towards the red-haired boy “Bombarda!”

The ginger boy deflects the spell, causing it to ricochet upward. It strikes the enormous skeleton of what appears to be a dragon hanging from the ceiling. We all look up in astonishment as the dragon's skull becomes dislodged, and a few people gasp as it plummets toward the red-haired boy.

“Levioso.” An older woman, seemingly the professor, keeps the skull from barely crushing him.

“Professor Hecat!” Saoirse exasperated, I give her a small nod, which she reciprocates. Thankfully, there's at least one friendly face in this class.

“Perhaps you’d be good enough to blast each other to pieces on your own time. I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridean Black skull.” She reprimands, walking down the stairs that I assume lead to her private office “It was a token from the Great Poacher Raid of 1878. No doubt you’ve heard of it.”

I had in fact, never heard of that before my studies with Fig in the month before the first semester of my fifth year in Hogwarts—thank the heavens for the power of studying. My mouth hangs agape as she easily hooks the dragon skull back in its skeleton, I step a little closer to her.

“Now, you may be asking yourselves how an old woman like me single-handedly took out the largest poacher ring in eastern Wales and lived to boast about it.” She does a dramatic pause “Knowledge.”

She walks towards us and stops by the middle of the classroom.

“To the wise, age matters very little.” She tells us “So today we will be learning a spell that has saved me from death more times than I care to recall. Levioso.”

The ginger guy scoffs and she turns towards him.

“Seriously? Levioso, a levitation charm?” His brows furrow in disbelief.

With a swift flick of her wand, she utters the incantation, her voice resonating with a powerful energy. In an instant, the boy was lifted off the ground, flailing his arms and legs in a wild panic as he rose higher into the air, his startled expression mirroring the shock of his sudden ascent.

“A surprised opponent is a weak opponent.” Hecat tells him “Care to defend yourself, master Prewett? No?”

She flicks her wand again and releases him. I let out a low snicker; it served him right for mocking a professor in her classroom.

I suddenly realize that my laugh carries more weight than I ever imagined. The moment the sound escapes my lips, the brunette boy glances over his shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. He casually crosses his arms over his chest, and for a brief second, our eyes connect before he turns back to focus on the professor. It's as if a rush of air has been knocked out of me; my chest tightens, and a flurry of nervous excitement dances in my stomach, leaving me breathless.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Now, let’s practice what we’ve just learned starting with something small.” Shit, I completely forgot to pay attention to Professor Hecat. What the hell is wrong with me?

I settle in front of one of the many tables in the room and, thankfully, Saoirse takes the spot beside me, the brunette at a table on the other side of the room from us.

“I think she’s pretty badass.” Saoirse whispers to me “Only her to put Leander in his place.”

“He seems like a proper prick.” I scoff

“He can be,” she replied with a knowing smile. As she spoke, she reached for her wand, and I was taken aback by its unique appearance; it was crafted from a beautiful, pinkish-hued wood that glimmered in the light. “Cherry tree wood,” she continued, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm as she noticed my curiosity. “I think it’s pretty sweet.” With a shy nod, she stepped closer. “Come on, let me help you with the spell.”

And she does. To my complete satisfaction, I effortlessly cast it on the first try after watching the demonstrations from Hecat and one from Saiorse herself. She smiles at me as my feather responds perfectly to my command, floating gracefully in the air.

“Now, let’s try something a little larger,” Hecat declared, her voice resonating with authority. With a deft flick of her wand, the tables in the classroom glided smoothly to the walls, creating a wide, open space. As the furniture settled, a training dummy, crafted from sturdy wood, glided gracefully into the centre of the newly cleared corridor, poised and ready for whatever demonstration was to come.

Hecat looks around the room and stops when her gaze reaches me, signalling for me to take place in front of the dummy.

I clutch my second-hand wand and stop in the signalled spot—If I embarrass myself in front of everyone I’m going to be so mad.

“Levioso!” I flick my wand and thankfully the dummy floats away.

“Well done.” Hecat smiles as I clear the corridor for other students to have a turn. After everyone has a go at the dummy, she approaches us again.

“Very good everyone, but the best way to practice is by duelling.” She looks my way and a little bit to my right “We’ll start with you two.”

I turn to look at who exactly I’m going against and, of-fucking-course it’s the brunette boy who was practically demolishing Leander the prick in a duel minutes ago.

Just my luck.

“Duelists, take your marks.” She says and steers clear of us.

“Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome.” He flashes a grin so smug it practically radiates confidence as he strides past me, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floor. He comes to a halt at the far end of the ornate, lengthy rug that stretches beneath us, its intricate patterns swirling and merging in hues of deep indigo and gold, evoking the grandeur of the ancient castle surrounding us.

I walk to the other end of the rug, his teasing making me sure of one thing—I want to wipe that shit-eating grin off his handsome but annoying face.

I nearly topple over as the so-called rug, which is actually a sturdy platform, begins its ascent into the air. Instinctively, I stretch my arms wide to steady myself, feeling the rush of air around me. Once I regain my equilibrium, I draw my arms back in, relief washing over me as I find my footing once again.

“Now, I want a fair duel using only Levioso, basic cast and Protego.” She looks at us “You may begin.”

“This should be easy,” the boy sneers, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he grips his wand tightly. With a swift, almost casual flick of his wrist, he sends a burst of shimmering energy hurtling toward me. I respond instinctively, my wand moving with precision as I conjure a barrier that absorbs the vibrant spell, the clash of magic crackling in the air around us.

“Protego? That complicates things.” He chuckles.

“Levioso!” I pronounce the incantation with conviction, my voice echoing through the air. In an instant, my opponent is lifted off the ground and propelled backwards, his body arching involuntarily. He tumbles briefly before landing deftly on his feet, determination flashing in his eyes as he quickly regains his composure.

“Lucky.” He says.

“Nothing lucky about it.” I utter defiantly, my wand raised as I flick a spell in his direction. He reacts swiftly, expertly blocking my attack, and retaliates with a flash of his own. “Stupefy!” he shouts, and I can feel the force of the spell rush towards me. Well, I guess the rules are out the window now. Within just a few minutes, I’ve managed to gain the upper hand again, sending him soaring into the air, his surprised expression a mix of frustration and awe.

“Good form.” He looks down at me with a smirk.

“I know.” I mirror his intensity, and I can see the surprise flicker across his face. Gathering my focus, I unleash another spell, swirling with vibrant energy, and my breath catches in my throat as I watch him lose his balance. He topples off the edge of the platform, landing with a resounding thud that echoes in the tense atmosphere around us.

As the platform descends, I come to a halt beside him, extending my hand toward him as a gesture of support. He reaches for me, his fingers enveloping mine, and I feel an unexpected warmth radiate from his touch that sends a delightful shiver coursing through my body.

“Not bad for a beginner.” He releases my hand and brushes his shirt with it “You give as good as you get.” He says with a chuckle and walks by me to stand by the back of the room—I can’t believe this guy.

“Congratulations on your victory over Sallow, he’s one of the best here.” Saoirse approaches me with a beaming smile “Professor Hecat wants to talk to you it seems, I’ll wait for you outside the classroom.”

I nod at her and walk over to the woman.

“I put you on the spot and you rose to the challenge.” She congratulates “Points to Hufflepuff.”

“Thank you, professor Hecat. I was a bit nervous, but glad to have the opportunity to practice.”

“If what I’ve seen today is any indication, we can expect great things from you. A pity your brother couldn’t join us, for now.”

I give her a curt nod.

“I demand excellence from my students. They are capable of achieving it—and they must achieve it.” She furrows her brows “I’d advise you to keep practising whenever you can. Perhaps Mr. Sallow will have some ideas for you.”

She dismisses the class and I turn to walk to the back of the class, stopping briefly as I catch the so-called ‘Mr. Sallow’ already staring at me with an arched brow. I walk over to him.

“Nice work.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“I enjoyed that.” I say to him, savouring my victory.

“That duel was quite something.” He chuckles “Everyone’ll be talking about it.”

“It was certainly good practice.”

“Practice?” His brows shoot up “It felt more like I was dueling an expert. Sebastian Sallow, by the way.”

He extends his hand toward me, an invitation for a handshake, a gesture that feels remarkably unfamiliar. Back home, such a display—especially toward a woman—would be unthinkable. I can’t help but chuckle at the contrast, a warm smile spreading across my face as I reach out and clasp his hand.

“Ellise Villin,” I say, extending my hand firmly. I let the warmth of our connection linger for a moment before releasing my grip. “I presume you’re already acquainted with my brother.”

“I am,” he replies, a soft smile breaking across his face. My stomach does a little flip as I take in the way his dimples deepen, perfectly accentuating his freckled cheeks. His warm brown eyes draw me in, sparkling with mischief and kindness—get a grip, Ellise—I remind myself, trying to regain my composure despite the fluttering sensation inside me.

“Didn’t expect a new student to be so deft with a wand” He continues and drops a hand to rest on his hip “Then again, perhaps this wasn’t your first duel.”

“I’ve had my fair share.” I tease as I remember the knights from Rackham’s vault “Consider yourself lucky I held back.”

“You owe me an honest one when you don’t.” He laughs “You know, you might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned dueling organization.”

“Not intriguing or suspicious at all.”

“If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you’re going to need to break the rules now and then.” He says quietly and chuckles, of course, he’s that type of guy “Whether it’s joining a secret dueling club or sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library—you just have to be clever enough not to get caught.”

He gives a playful wink, and a flutter of excitement rushes through me, making my stomach feel like it's somersaulting. It’s strange how his demeanor shifts—he didn’t exhibit this ‘friendliness’ when Aiden was nearby.

“Thank you, Sallow. I’ll keep that in mind.” To my dismay, there’s a flustered undertone in my voice.

“Good. Pleasure chatting with you. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” He smiles “Perhaps somewhere ‘unsanctioned’. We’ll see if your performance today was sheer luck—or actual skill.”

I struggle to suppress the warm blush that rises to my cheeks at the playful double entendre in his words, but my efforts only seem to entertain him further. His eyes spark with mischief, clearly reveling in my flustered reaction, as I attempt to compose myself in the midst of this teasing exchange.

“Meet me near the Clock Tower in a couple of minutes if you’re interested.” And just like that, he walks off and I meet Saoirse outside the classroom.

“Sorry for taking so long.” I tell her.

“No worries.” She smiles “Want to have lunch with me and the girls later?”

“I’d love to.”

As I step into the shadow of the Clock Tower alongside Saoirse, the infamous ‘unsanctioned’ duelling club feels far less clandestine than Sallow had portrayed it. The air buzzes with excitement as I survey the scene: clusters of students gather in animated groups, their voices rising and falling like a chorus. Laughter mingles with the sharpness of competitive banter as they exchange stories of recent matches and engage in lively bidding on one another, eyes gleaming with adrenaline and ambition. The warm glow of lanterns illuminates their eager faces, casting flickering shadows that dance across the cobblestone courtyard, setting the stage for an evening filled with rivalry and camaraderie.

Saoirse quietly excuses herself to talk with a boy with ginger curls and I spot Sallow leaning on a wall, I walk over to him.

“I knew I was right about you, I’m glad you could make it.” He uncrosses his arms and pushes off the wall as he greets me “I’ll take you to Lucan.”

He leads us to a Gryffindor boy whose tight black curls shimmer in the light, framing his freckled, boyish face that suggests he’s likely younger than both of us. As I take him in, I feel his gaze sharpen, narrowing in on me.

“Hey, Sebastian.” He greets and turns towards me “Hello, can I help you…?”

“Hi, Ellise Villin, pleasure to meet you.” He shakes the hand I give to him, a custom I’ve already come to enjoy “Sallow brought me to see you about a club.”

“If Sebastian vouches for you, that’s all I need to know.” He smiles “I coordinate duels for Crossed Wands, a dueling club of sorts. It’s invitation only, so you must’ve really impressed him.”

Sallow clears his throat softly beside me, the sound drawing my attention. I glance over to find him giving me a small, almost shy shrug, his lips curling into a gentle smile that lights up his face for a moment. But just as quickly, he shifts his gaze away, looking off into the distance as if he’s suddenly become absorbed in the scenery. I take a breath and turn my focus back to Brattleby.

“I’m flattered to hear that, he’s not a bad duelist either.” I chuckle.

“I’ve heard it is quite something to see both of you duel.” He comments, word surely travels fast around here.

“How does the club work exactly?”

“You show up on the designed meeting date and time, I match you up with other duelists and whoever is last one standing wins.” He explains giddily “It’s our way of determining the school’s greatest duelists once and for all. And to liven things up, the winner of it all is awarded a prize, interested?”

Given the sizable number of students gathered here, it stands to reason that the experience must be somewhat enjoyable. The allure of additional dueling practice, as Hecat proposed, adds an enticing layer to the opportunity—it's hard to resist the thought of sharpening my skills alongside others who share the same passion.

“Of course.” I made my mind up “Dueling’s an interesting past time.”

“I agree!” He exclaims “Besides, in Crossed Wands, you can duel with a partner if you’d like.”

“Do you already have a match set up for her?” Sallow breaks his silence.

“Of course.” Brattleby nods.

“Since it’s your first time, I figured I could partner with you.” Sallow turns to me “If you’d like, of course. I’m sure you can handle yourself all the same if you decide to go alone.”

I give him a small nod in agreement. Surely, I won against him, but I don’t know how many people I’m up against.

“Sure thing. Brattleby, get us in the ring.” I turn to the younger boy, he smiles and clasps his hands together.

“Spectacular! Feel free to call me Lucan and welcome to Crossed Wands.”

As we stroll down the stone corridor toward the Great Hall, the air buzzing with the chatter of students, Sallow glances at me with a smirk. “I’m glad I wasn’t the target of your wand this time,” he quips, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and relief. “It’s almost as if I didn't need to lift a finger; you absolutely wiped the floor with them.” His words hang between us, a testament to the thrill of the recent duel that still crackles in the air.

“You flatter me,” I reply, dismissing his compliment with a wave of my hand. My gaze drifts forward to where Saoirse strolls gracefully, her quiet laughter mingling with the soft sound of our footfalls on the floor. Beside her, the curly-haired ginger leans in, his animated gestures drawing her attention as they share a moment filled with lightheartedness.

The sweetness of my victory lingered longer than I had anticipated, growing even more intense following my triumphant debut in the Crossed Wands duel. We faced off against a younger boy from Gryffindor and a spirited Ravenclaw girl from our year, and the thrill of that moment surged through me. To call Sallow and me mere partners would be a disservice; we were a formidable duo, a pair of menaces that chaos seemed to follow. Together, we unleashed our talents, much to the dismay of our opponents.

As we enter the Great Hall, the enchanting atmosphere envelops us, but my focus narrows as I search the Slytherin table for Aiden’s distinctive tuft of white hair. My heart sinks slightly when I realize he’s absent; could he still be in conversation with Professor Weasley? I pause, feeling a mix of concern and curiosity. Beside me, Saoirse halts her steps, glancing back at me and Sallow. The chatter and laughter of fellow students swirl around us, but my thoughts are solely on where Aiden might be.

“You’re eating with us, right?” She asks me and I nod, looking back at Sallow.

“I’ll be sitting at the Slytherin table with Ominis,” he says, gesturing towards the blonde boy who had been chatting with him and my brother. He takes a few steps away, his robes swirling behind him, but then pauses and turns back to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ll see you around, Villin,” he adds, his voice carrying a hint of promise.

Now I’m sure his quote is directed to me, and I can’t help but smile at him.

“You might just earn that reward if you keep up the good behavior, Sallow,” I say with a playful grin. He lets out a light chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement, before turning on his heel and sauntering away.

As I stroll alongside Saoirse and the ginger-haired guy, we make our way to the lively Gryffindor table, a hub of chatter and laughter. The other girls are already deep in conversation, their voices blending together like a vibrant melody. Suddenly, Jasmina catches sight of me from across the table, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile as she lifts her hand in a cheerful wave.

I flash a warm smile at her, and an overwhelming sense of belonging washes over me. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I realize that I am enveloped by a supportive group of people, their laughter and camaraderie wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. It's as if I'm finally part of something special, a vibrant tapestry of connection and warmth that makes my heart swell with gratitude.

a/n: I love my baddie queen Hecat

next chapter (to be added)

[jnertia]

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀firepaw alter pack⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 requested by anon

𖤐 . . . notes; femme names, nature / summer / star themed. headmates will not turn out exactly as described.

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𐔌 ember august june kira isla daisy jasmine rosemary sunny aelia marigold bailey clara dapne lucy phoebe rose clementine ruby celeste poppy primrose flora stella astra bellatrix cassiopeia nova lyra ester aria mia mariana summer

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𐔌 she/her sun/suns star/stars flame/flames burn/burns heat/heats fern/ferns forest/forests purr/purrs meow/meows leaf/leaves beach/beaches hunt/hunts claw/claws petal/petals flower/flowers bright/brights shine/shines blaze/blazes paw/paws clan/clans mouse/mice rat/rats love/loves helio/helios kit/kits tail/tails den/dens moss/mosses

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𐔌 trans feminine lesbian sungender catgender stargender natureserenic starperspeque sunperspeque sunstar solahealine

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀age⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 26 moons ( 18 in human years )

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀species⠀⠀꩜

orange tabby cat

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀kintypes / source⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 firepaw ( warriors: into the wild )

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀roles⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 protector co host

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𐔌 nature cats warriors hiking the color orange exercising fruit christmas halloween fall summer watermelon rabbits

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𐔌 dogs chocolate mud getting wet the beach / sand the snow / being cold rain math

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀sign off⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 🐈 / 🔥 / ☀️ / 🐾

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀personality⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 energetic, determined, hard - working, athletic, excitable, curious, fast learner, goofy, sweet

⌓⌓⠀⠀.⠀⠀faceclaims⠀⠀꩜

𐔌 one two three

[whosthere54]

Okay so I was thinking about brothers as I do and I saw a post a while ago highlight this a little but I was just thinking about the effect of the parents they grew up with.

Rae didn’t know fable until later, he was raised by Isla through and through and he shows that so incredibly clearly.

Icarus was raised mainly by Fable. Following him around early on as he raised them to mirror his actions and behaviors. Isla was there, sure, but how much did she really raise Icarus? I think she had a part, and that is why Icarus second guesses their actions like they do, and the way they have a proper sense of morality even if it is altered. But they only had Isla around for that little bit, the rest of their time was spent with Fable.

Rae was raised by fable as well, but not in the same way. The way he raised Icarus was well calculated and intentional. And the way he pushed Rae away even more so, because he knows how his child works. He knows if he treats Rae a certain way Icarus will mimic his behavior because they have done so since they barely able to talk.

Isla’s time of disappearance is when they are still very young, and that has its effect. Their minds are still malleable, and the time between Isla’s disappearance and Fable coming to his children is planned. He knows they will adjust to having to live without an adult, and he can insert himself or any other adult into their lives so easily because they are desperate.

Icarus is desperate for validation, they would take that from anyone even if it want their father. Rae was following Icarus like a lost puppy, even when they pushed him away he would always come back. Icarus loved that, they held onto the thought that they would never be alone because even with how they treated him (which they wouldn’t have understood was wrong at the time). They woeuld always have their little brother, their smart, kind, wonderful little brother. (Even if they didn’t understand the effect their behavior would have on him, have on his mind, they would do it anyways because they were never taught otherwise.)

And I think that’s neat.

[help-an-alter]

hope this is how we're supposed to do this, but we're looking for absolutely anything for a practically identityless alter we've had for ages. it goes by Forlorn recently, and has no pronouns / has people ask for its pronouns / just default to our collective ones. it's a 13-16 year old grief, BPD, pain, and longing holder. basically always cries when fronting. any sort of names, pronouns, things that might be comforting, whatever you think you can find would be a huge help! thank you!

Names: Droplet , Rain , Raine , Storm , Deirdre , Tristan , Sebastian , Nepenthe , Acheros , Brone , Brona , Dolores (please keep in mind this name may be closed) , Ailsa , Isla , Mairi , Solitario , Monimos

Pronouns: drop/dropself cry/cryself pain/painself grief/griefself cloud/cloudself rain/rainself droplet/dropletself drip/dripself drop/dropself storm/stormself

Things that might bring comfort: plushies , rain , listening to slow jazz songs ( I recommend laufey ) , Swimming , Watching emotional movies / shows , Researching things about animals (sorry this is random but it seems really fun) , researching weather

Sorry the comfort thing was so short I couldn't think of many things - mod cupid / mod 💘

[alexxyna]

The Big Win after the Loss~

Warnings: Swearing(not much), kiss on cheek, cheating(mention), flirting( I think that is it, but if I forgot anything, please let me know so I can improve it next time!<3)

!Not Proofread!

Pairing: No one yet, but maybe in part 2…

AuthorsNote: Hii, so this is my first ever fiction, so please don’t be too hard with the criticism. I’m open for praise, criticism and ideas of improvement! This Fiction was suggested by my best friend, who chose every little detail about it! So shout out to my best friend A, love ya!<3

People involved: Cody Rhodes, Jey and Jimmy Uso, Finn Bàlor, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley

People Mentioned: Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Roman Reigns(as the Tribal Chief), Dominik Mysterio, JD McDongah, Alba Fyre, Isla Dawn

Enjoy<3

It was impressive how many Enemies The Judgment Day has made in their short time in WWE, but even better is, that I was selected as the second feminin Superstar of the most dominant faction in the entire Wrestling Business! It was interesting to see, how this Alliance came to live, since just a few days before, I helped Cody and Jey win the Tag Team Titles from the Judgment Day at Fastlane. Rhea confronted me Backstage which led to a fight on Raw the next Week. I won, which showed the Judgment Day that I was perfect for them.

So here we are, 9 days after Fastlane on Raw. For the past few days, WWE played sequences that hinted my return and debut as The Judgment Day’s newest member. That day, The Judgment Day got their Rematch for the Titles. When Finn and Damian made their Judgment Day entrance and started walking down the Ramp, they suddenly stopped and my music hit. The Crowd went wild when I exited the Curtain in my new darker persona, in a Goddess like robe and a halo over my head, being portrayed as the saviour of The Judgment Day! It was just like Fastlane, except for 1 thing, I was standing in Judgment Day’s corner now!

The match began and both sides started hitting big moves really soon. I was walking around the ring, cheering on my faction, when I noticed someone staring at me. It was Cody Rhodes. Jey was the legal competitor, so Cody had all the time in the world to continue checking me out, which I noticed fairly quickly, as he kept on trying to keep his eyes off of me. He came back to his senses after Damian pushed him off the apron onto the hard floor. I giggled and turned around to walk the other way, when I heard my name being shouted from the crowd, by a familiar, almost to familiar voice. “Y/n!” It couldn’t be… I turned back the other way, jumped over the barrier and sprinted towards the area where the voice came from, to see Jimmy Uso standing in front of me, smirking! “Y/n, whatchu doin’ here?” He said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me closer to him, so that he could whisper in my ear “I missed you!” “Back off Fatu!” I shouted in his face, mentioning his real last name… after all, it would have been yours too, if he wouldn’t have cheated on you with Naomi , 2 days before our wedding. Jimmy’s always been flirting with you, ever since you joined the Company a few years back. They are married now and have kids… You have long finished with this chapter of your life, but he isn’t over you yet, even tho he has a family now. You cant help but feel sorry for Naomi, because you’re basically the reason that her marriage isn’t as filled as it could be, since her husband is secretly dreaming of someone else at night.

“Whoah, chill out, Mama, what did I do?” “Oh, you know what you did, alright, and besides… WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” I screamed at him and I could have sworn the entire Arena heard me. “I was just here to watch my baby brother loose” he said “like he always does…” he added under his breath “Baby Brother? Your just a few minutes older!“ „As I said, baby brother“ he said ”oh my- whatever“ I answered, thinking about why I was ever attracted to him “Stop lying, I know you’re here to do something to alter the outcome of the match. Whatever your plan is… Stop!” “Why you his side, mama? Shouldn’t you be on Judgement Day’s side?” “Oh I am, but if you screw over Cody and Jey, the fans won’t get the match they deserve.” “He betrayed us, Me, Solo, the Tribal Chief and the entire Family!” “He only did what was best for him!” I exclaimed “Oh yeah? Well, I don’t care! Take care, mama!” He said, gave me a kiss on my cheek and took off towards the ring. I was stunned as I watched him give Jey a superkick, presenting Finn the perfect opportunity to pin Jey and get the Titles back to The Judgment Day. I came back to my senses after hearing the crowd explode after Jimmy left through the crowd. I made my way through the crowd of screaming fans back to the ring to start celebrating with Finn and Damian, trying to ignore the pressure to break away from Damian’s arms, run back to the ring and cheer up Jey and Cody.

When we got backstage, we entered the Locker Room to continue celebrating with Rhea, Dom Dom and JD. We celebrated for a few more hours till it was time for us to leave. Rhea and I were the last to leave, since we were called into the office of Adam Pearce, to discuss a Tag match against the Witches Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn on Raw next week. We accepted and continued our way towards the exit. When we got to the Parking Lot, we started looking for my car to drive to the Hotel. We found it after passing a lot of vehicles, including Cody’s bus which… “Why is Cody’s Bus still here? I thought he left earlier?” I asked Rhea “I guess not, maybe he had to plan something with Pearcey, like we had to” Rhea answered, giggling after calling Adam Pearce „Pearcey„ “Probably…”

I opened the Trunk so we could put away our bags, when I noticed footsteps behind us. I turned around to face two tall and muscular men. “Hey, what’ up Mama’s?” It was Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes~

To be continued~

[systastic]

Hi, hi, could I please have a level 3 fear holder based on a chameleon or jellyfish? It's totally up to you on the decision. Thank you so much.

meow has been wanting to make a moon jellyfish inspired alter for awhile… nya hopes u like this!! :3 -🍥

name :: aurora, aura, nadia, luna, layla, isla, iris, jade, pearl, cora (short for coraline)

age :: agehazy, drifts between 15 to 20

pronouns :: she/her, fae/feyr, fleur/fleurs, moon/moons, lu/lun (lunaself)

roles :: drifter, dissociation experiencer, fear holder

species :: humanoid jellyfish

gender identity :: jellicent, sealacean, oceanbeing

orientation :: pansexual

source :: brainmade

aesthetic :: auroracore, pastel, pearly, beach girl

appearance description :: soft to the touch at first, like a plush pillow that one can sink into, but can be deadly if attempting to touch her without explicit consent. fleurs touch can shock others — which results in a tendency to avoid contact with other people out of the fear that they’ll be hurt. fleur can often be found drawing or sketching anything fleur finds interesting enough, especially things that relate to undersea life and things that float among the clouds. layla’s favorite thing to draw is jellyfish and cloud puffs — which, given moons species, isn’t all that surprising. 

personality description :: gentle, timid, and soft-spoken, lu is a dreamer and idealist with her head permanently in the clouds. she often gets carried away with her imagination, and struggles to find her footing back in reality. dragging nadia back down from her musings hurts both lun and any other headmates who are involved. fae runs from any sort of conflict and instead chooses to stick her head in the sand to drown out pains and sorrows. luna believes that by holding onto the fear of the system and being a martyr moon is helping moons system — though in reality, it’s actually hurting them by refusing to accept the fear moon holds.

likes :: drifting in the vast ocean, taking life slow and steady, going with the flow, daydreaming, cloud watching, fantasizing, the sounds of the sea, coral reefs, sea life, warm water, marine biology, and other jellyfish

dislikes :: things that are set in stone, harsh touches, sharp facts, cold waters, freezing temperatures, being without water for too long, having to talk to strangers, facing her fears, dealing with her emotions, and being grounded

front triggers :: the sound of lapping water, feeling ocean waves move the collective body, ethereal aesthetics, being dissociated from the world around her, dreamy/otherworldy vibes

signoff :: 🪼, 🎏, 🌊, or 🪸

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[firegoddess96]

Bean duine briste

(Wife of a Broken Man)

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser x Female OC

*I own only the OC, all other characters belong to the creators of Outlander*

18+ to Read!! (There will be smut down the road!)

Summary:

Having served with Claire as a nurse in WWII, Isla went with Claire and Frank to Scotland to see her mother’s home country. Her aunt Mrs.Baird told her stories of the stones and both Isla and Claire went to see for themselves the magic of the place. Neither expected to be transported 200 years into the past, nor did they expect to fall for rough and ruggedly handsome highlanders.

Will the women get back to their time and the loved ones they left behind, or will they fall too deeply into the strong arms of our favorite Fraser men?

Prologue: A summary of the altered story before chapter 1

Having fallen through the stones Claire and Isla wonder through the Forrest in search of the road to Inverness, only to be cornered by a man who looks like Frank Randall. As Claire is pinned to a tree about to be assaulted, Isla raises a jagged rock to strike Black Jack over the head, only to have a large bearded man beat her to it.

With Black Jack unconscious the women are whisked away by the bearded Scott to a cabin not far away. The room is full of more rugged Scotts, one of whom is injured, Claire steps forward to relocate the young red headed man’s shoulder while she swears like a sailor. The women then introduce themselves, Claire by her maiden name and Isla by her own name.

After the man is bandaged up, the women then are forced on horseback, Claire with the redhead named Jamie and Isla with Murtagh, the bearded man who found them. The ride is long, cold and wet, forcing them to share the tartan with their riding partners. In the middle of the night Claire recognizes the ambush location and warns the men, who dislodge the women form their saddle and tell them to hide. The men fight and find the women, continuing their journey to the castle.

When they arrive the next morning Claire and Isla are introduced to Mrs. Fitz, Murtagh’s aunt, who shows Isla her room and helps Clair clean Jamie’s wounds. Once dressed properly, the women are taken to meet the Laird, Colum Mackenzie, and are interrogated. Claire tells a tale of a widowed woman on her way to relatives in France, while Isla told a version of the truth, that she is a friend simply traveling with Claire on her journey. Colum still having doubts interrogates them at dinner and then holds them as “guests” for an undecided amount of time.

While held hostage, of a sort, Claire is made healer of the clan and keeps busy with herbs and tonics. Isla spends her time looking after Colum himself, having some experience with disfigured limbs and a decent understanding of his, not yet diagnosed, condition. Colum being very grateful, due to his decreased pain, allows Isla more room to explore the castle and spend time with Mrs.Fitz and her family.

When the time comes for the rent party to leave, Dougal, Colum’s brother, requests both women to accompany the party as insurance that Claire wouldn’t run away while on the road.

This is where our story begins…..

Chapter 1- June 2nd

Chapter 2-