#aurora (mentioned)

[p1nkcanoe]

thinking about swiss getting in trouble for all the times he didn’t play his guitar on tour, all the times he didn’t stay on his platform like he should’ve, all of the times he went off and distracted his packmates during songs simply because he couldn’t control himself, and in turn being ordered to go to the practice room one afternoon and play. just play. prove he can work like the loyal ghoul he was summoned to be. so he does. and he's not happy about it, but he does.

but I’m also thinking about the others catching wind of his punishment and perhaps making it their mission to let him know just how distracting he can be.

swiss is trying so hard to practice. he wants to finish the set and go back to the den, pester cirrus while she reads or go search out whatever odd task mountain is busied with, but no matter how far he gets into a song he can’t help but notice his packmates in the corner of his eye as they sneak into the practice room with him. they come one by one and leave before the next enters, playing coy as they pretend to poke at their own instruments or adjust a sparkling tab. the first one catches him off guard—he’s about to be through the bridge in rats when long fingers wrap around his tummy from behind. they poke and prod at the soft flesh below his shirt, grabbing and kneading it in their palms before dragging upwards to grope at his chest, and he's about to stop playing when rain hooks his chin over the top of his shoulder and tells him to "keep going." then only a minute or two later he's finished with the song and rain is slinking out of the practice room before he can ask him what he could have wanted with him.

then he's cruising through absolution when aurora enters with cumulus trailing behind her. they come bounding in a pair to the front of the room, twirling and dancing with their fingers intertwined as swiss plays, and he can't help but smile as cumulus hooks an arm around her waist and dips her nearly to the floorboards, pulls her back up onto her feet and twirls her in a circle. aurora lets go of her hand. only to drop to her knees in front of the busy multi ghoul and wrap her tiny hands firmly around the backs of his thighs. he startles when she grabs his ass but doesn't stop playing. never misses a beat (or at least any that they notice). cumulus dances and twirls around the pair of them, acting oblivious to aurora as she puts on a show of humping the air and pulling at his thighs in manners that are comically obscene. swiss wants to laugh, he really does, but he also really needs to get through with the set first... before his papa comes back to check on his progress... again.

the girls dance and laugh. cumulus shimmies against his right shoulder and aurora pulls on his leg so insistently that swiss contemplates knocking her in the forehead with the body of his guitar. but then just like rain had, the two of them are gone by the time he finishes the last note of the song- the door shut behind them.

more ghouls pay him visits as he progresses. mountain shows up during year zero just to obnoxiously pluck at the strings of his instrument, phantom slinks in simply to pester him, and even cirrus makes a show during mary on a cross of wriggling around on the floor like a worm in the dirt.

he's about to be done with it all (thank the gods below) when the last ghoul saunters in. he's jamming through square hammer when dew sidles up to him, and there's no games, no teasing to his distraction. swiss gasps over the chorus, choking on his saliva suddenly, when dew presses his hard-on into his ass and snakes an arm between their bodies and between swiss' legs. he grabs him by his cock firmly and with his entire hand, squeezes and gropes at his soft length like he's trying to claw at it through the fabric. swiss hears the ugly noise that screams from his instrument before he realizes that his fingers have stopped working-- his entire brain has stopped working-- and dew is unrelenting. swiss feels his knees buckle when dew awkwardly reaches around his front with his free hand to grapple at his balls. and now, with his entire package in his hands, he can't possibly finish the last song.

"what the hell, dew?" he says, exasperated, and tries to get out of his grasp. but dew is stronger than he looks. he just grips him harder until swiss is sucking air between his teeth at the pleasurable pressure (and hardening up under his palms) and begins the exaggerated gesture of pretending to jack him off beneath his guitar.

finally, when swiss manages to break free from him, does dew speak.

"you fucked up the song, asshole."

swiss can only gawk as he releases him and leaves the practice room without looking back.

---

message recieved. loud and clear:

don't fuck with your packmates while they're working.

[oddberryshortcake]

yap about the princess boys in twst

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED ANON

I think, to my memory, there are only three boys twisted from the princesses that we currently know (or at least have the names of) and that's Ariel, Snow White, and Aurora.

Rielle is extremely minor and only gets mentioned a few times in Book 3. I don't think we're told anything about his personality, but we do know he went to public school with Azul and the Eels.

It'd be cool to see him, but Idk how likely that is, now to the two who ARE seen and are living on Sage's Island, we have Neige and Silver.

I like Neige because I feel he embodies a lot of Snow White's character but with a twist. Working together with Vil on films a lot, he completely trusts him and believes they're friends, even giving him the nickname 'Vi'

He doesn't shy away from showering Vil with compliments and doesn't really have a competitive bone in his body. He just wanted to compete in the VDC to have fun with his friends.

I like that it's a nod to how Snow White never suspected the Evil Queen wanted her dead despite living as a servant for her until the Huntsman warned her. Neige also very easily accepting Vil's poison drink is just how Snow White accepted the apple, because he sees the best out of people as Snow White does.

I also like how they interpreted Snow White's bond with the seven dwarves with Neige and his little dwarf/fae friends, which is probably the dynamic I liked the most out of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (Won't go too into the parts of 7 that aren't in English server yet, but his friends being very protective over him is sweet)

Snow White's willingness to help the Dwarfs as she hides there from the Evil Queen is shown in how Neige has been living with and helping his friends since they were young, an aspect of him next to his kindness that makes him stick out amongst the primarily villain cast of twst.

Now SILVER,

I love how he is very much Aurora. He lives her life, raised by fairies, living in a little cottage in the woods, being born with golden blonde hair (until Lilia changed it with his blessing) and carrying all kinds of fairy blessings with him (good and bad)

A lot of his dialogue is a nod to Aurora, with him believing he might've met someone in his dream. His signature spell is directly referencing the storybook ending of Sleeping Beauty.

Let's not forget how he's often described as handsome and his eyes are 'auroral' and he's friends with lots of animals!

I think what makes Silver really fun to me is he has all these princess aspects about him that I love, because it's fun, but they don't shy away from him being princely too.

He's an unconventional princess, in that he's actually a prince and he's got an athletic build but he also looks pretty and has many aspects that classic Disney Princesses have. He's something Disney as a whole has really been lacking (at least to me)

[pancharts]

[ravenssilver]

part three of my unintentional, untitled aeon series

part one part two

now, 981 words of aeon being tired

Aeon was in the kitchen early one morning, his lilac eyes clouded with exhaustion.

He sipped some coffee. He had made it the way he had seen Mountain make it for Dew. He wasn’t sure if it liked it. It tasted burnt.

Though, since it was the same kind Dew liked, he had poured the lions share of the brew into another mug and set it by the coffeemaker with a little note for the fire ghoul.

Aeon sighed and set the mug down on the kitchen island, slouching in on himself as he slightly spun the barstool back and forth, lost in his thoughts as always.

He was starting to regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He felt it weighing him down like a cloud that was just barely too gray above him. Of course, Aeon didn’t regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He just wished it didn’t have to be so… well, exhausting, to hold onto someone else’s fatigue.

Aeon looked down into his coffee mug, sending a little bolt of quintessence into it, making the liquid ripple.

“Tommy?”

Aeon jolted in surprise and looked over his shoulder, seeing Aurora with some sort of string wrapped around her lower fang, wedged between the enlarged tooth and her lateral incisor.

“Hey… what’re you doing up so early?” Aeon asked, his voice soft as he held his hand out to Aurora. Aurora shuffled closer and took Aeon’s hand in hers, standing between his knees as he remained sat on the barstool.

“I was flossing, I think it’s called, and the string got wrapped around my fang. Lus and Cir are sleeping.. Can you help?” She asked, a bit awkward due to how little she had spoken to the ghoul who was summoned at the same time as her.

Aeon’s eyes saddened as he realized he was a last resort, even to his fellow summon buddy.

“Yeah..” he sighed with a nod, not even bothering to make some sort of halfhearted joke to lighten the mood.

He wasn’t even wanted by the ghoulette who he shared the most important day of his eternal life with.

Aeon gingerly grabbed the floss string and began unwrapping Aurora’s enlarged canine. His eyes were dull, the multi-ghoulette not being able to read anything off of Phantom.

“There.. better?” Aeon asked, sounding just as dull as he looked as he tossed the string of floss into the trash can. “Yeah. Thanks. Uh… yeah, bye.” Aurora mumbled before turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen.

Aeon followed her with his eyes before turning back to the kitchen island. He stared at the marble for a moment before he dropped his head down, sighing shakily as tears welled in his eyes from both the pain in his heart and the pain from his horns slamming against the marble.

His shoulders shook as silent sobs left him, his posture becoming even more curled in as his heart started to crack under the pressure, threatening to shatter into a million of cracked pieces.

Hours later, Dew walked into the kitchen, finding Aeon dead asleep at the island, his back curved in an uncomfortable looking way.

Rain walked in behind Dewdrop, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Aeon.

“Is he okay?” Rain asked softly, looking at Dew. The fire ghoul stared at Aeon for a moment before he shrugged, walking over to the coffee pot and brushing off the mug that was already there. Just Aeon leaving a mess.

“Seems fine to me.” He stated, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was practically screaming that something was wrong.

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself,” Rain huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. “Something’s been wrong since he was summoned. Why hasn’t he come to us..?” Rain frowned, looking at Aeon with sad eyes.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to,” Dew shrugged, his ear flicking as his coffee began to brew. “It would be easier on all of us if he kept himself out of everything.” He grumbled, looking at Rain, only to see the water ghoul staring at the little quint.

“C’mon, Rain, he’s grown. He’d say something if something is really wrong.” Dew rolled his eyes, his tail flicking. “I really don’t see why you’ve suddenly gotten all worried.”

“He’s struggling, Dew.” Rain stated. “It’s so obvious. Did you hear what Swiss was telling Mount the other day? How desperate he was to do what Aeth’ used to-“

“Stop.”

Rain’s eyes widened and he looked at Dew, surprised by the sudden anger in his voice.

“He’s not Aether. He never will be.” Dew spat, glaring at Rain. “I know.” Rain nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I never said-“

“Well everyone seems to think that he can live up to was Aether was! Why am I the only one that sees that he’s nothing?” Dew snarled, Rain’s eyes widening before they narrowed.

“Dew, stop.”

“No, Rain! He won’t ever be what you all think he is!”

“Dew.”

“He’s just some replacement. Something to take up space until we can get someone good enough to be the pack Quintessence.”

“Dewdrop!”

“He’s a runt. It’s all he ever will be.”

The fire ghoul growled, turning to look at Rain, only to see a bleary eyed Aeon looking back at him, Rain standing off to the side with wide eyes.

A single tear rolled down Aeon’s face, his breathing shaky as all signs of hope or happiness quickly dissolved into despair.

Aeon snuffled and took a deep breath in before he nodded his head to the white mug that was by the coffee pot that had just started to pour Dew’s coffee.

“I made you some already.” Aeon said blandly, his voice shaky and so quiet Dew barely even heard him.

And then he was gone, leaving Dew caught off guard with a very angry Rain.

[rotary-supercollider]

Yeah

[autumnblooms]

I don’t know much about them yet, but I know they’re both goobers

[nuke-your-mind]

i think something that isnt spoken about enough with autistic systems is the fluctuation of support needs.

on a normal day like today, where me and takeoff are in front and we’re both functional, we could pass as neurotypical or very low support.

that changes entirely when someone like W (not his full name, im keeping him private for safety) is in fromt. W is an adult and can make his own decisions, but has very high support needs and just cannot front without a caretaker. his motor skills are low, his speech is very limited, and sometimes he fully just cant speak and cant move. their meltdowns are very severe and if we are in public with W in front our partner basically does crowd control and gets us to the nearest exit. its something.

idk, just wanted to speak about it. id love to know if anyone relates or something?

[npdsodo]

HC thing that I also put on our twt but I expand on it here

Dewmizer: Fox, more a fennec tho. He/it demiboy, dating aether

Aether: Mainecoon, binturong. Trans lad, he’s everyone’s bf and phantom’s older brother. Amazing cook

Swiss: German shepherd but also a husky. He/it/xe, dating aeth. Very big sensory issues towards sounds and needs noise canceling headphones on occasion, which is why he freaks out during the Watcher siren. Doesn’t realize he’s constantly loud though

Rain: Blacktip Reef Shark. He’s not shy, just sort of anxious and cautious. He approaches things carefully and knows when to let himself vibe. Trans male princess 🫡🫡

Mountain: Deer-Elk guy. In love with cumulus and his bfs (phant n rain). Loves tea, he will make you tea that cures any of your issues. Huge awkward guy but he’s trying

Cirrus: Lioness. Dating all the other ghoulettes, they’re one big poly. Polyghouls is REAL. Transfem and probably one of the normalist ghouls besides aeth

Cumulus: Clouded Leopard or a Jaguar. Queen.. She’s amazing, probably the most chillest and second least likely to start a fight. She’s still a troublemaker

Sunny: Strawberry Leopard. Chaos. Transfem and hordes neos. She’s INSANE /vpos.. Her and Dew get into so much trouble together, Aeth can hardly keep up with them both

Phantom: vampire bat, a stupid house cat. THEE autism ghoul.. Transmasc anxious baby bat and Copia’s partner in vampire crime. He’s constantly sharing fun facts about bats and other things, especially with his older brother.

Aurora: Snow leopard, deer. Badass, a lot of piercings and probably wants Mist to give her tons of tattoos. Embodiment of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss tbh

Cirrus and Cumulus are also harpies because I’m a DND and mythology nerd

If anyone wants to draw these or add on to them please share!! I love HCs and such :3

[fictionadventurer]

Author: This character was beautiful according to every beauty standard of her time, and also quiet and kind and good and feminine, but she was insipid and boring and stupid compared to the extroverted, wild bad girl with unconventional looks.

Me: Actually she's my favorite, I've adopted her, and I'm taking her away so you can't hurt her anymore.

[ixtaek]

Since Marin canonically looks like Fable, I take this as a sign we need more strawberry blonde Fable.

[everybodyshusband]

@crimsonclergy's headcanon post got me thinking and i just had to try my hand at writing it out as a little ficlet !! go read his post first, it's awesome <3

1.7k words of aurora gender fuckery, a little dysphoria and a lot of euphoria under the cut >:)

The piece of fabric she's pulled out of her laundry basket is unfamiliar. It's an unassuming little garment, a tight, white, cropped tank top of some kind that she thinks must belong to Cirrus. She stares at it for a while before deciding fuck it. She could do with a new shirt, and if it suits her well enough, there's a possibility Cirrus won't even care that it's gone missing if she gets to see Aurora wearing it every so often.

She tosses it onto her bed in preparation and struggles to unclasp the clip of her bralette—a lacy thing picked out for her that morning by Cumulus, the air ghoulette purring in her ear that the colouring suits her complexion and the laced edges frame her little chest so perfectly—groaning in annoyance when, as usual, she can't quite figure out how to get it undone and has to resort to pulling it over her head. She throws it on and ground and glares at it in frustration before turning her attention back to the top on the bed.

She picks it up and starts to slip it on like it's a normal top but it's tight; tight enough that it has her wondering if it even belongs to Cirrus after all. She gets her arms and head through the openings, but beyond that, she had to twist and contort her body awkwardly just to get the top down past her chest. It makes her weirdly self-conscious about it all. At least, she thinks she's feeling self-conscious. The exact feeling welling up inside of her as she struggles to get the shirt on, and again as she has to adjust herself inside of it so her chest isn't sitting uncomfortably inside the fabric is a foreign one; a tightness deep inside her chest that's different from the tightness the top is providing—this feeling is one that makes her skin all itchy and legs wobbly and she decides right there in that moment that if this is how the shirt makes her feel then she never wants to put it on ever again. But, she reconciles, it's worth taking a look in the mirror before she takes it off and returns it to whoever it's supposed to belong to. After all the effort it took her to wriggle into the garment, it'd be pointless not to take a look.

The first glance of her reflection has her mouth dropping open in surprise and that funny, gross feeling dissipating within seconds. She lifts her hands and smooths them down the plane of her chest. It's... flat? She turns to the side and cranes her neck to catch her reflection.

It's flat.

She can't stop the delighted giggle that bursts from deep in her chest, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. This is cool. This is different. So different from how she normally looks. So different from how she looked mere minutes ago in her silk sleep shorts and matching lace-y bralette. Her eyes drift to the reflexion of the laundry basket sitting on the bed behind her and she can't help but wonder what she might look like with something over the top of this new garment.

She turns away from the mirror and grabs the first thing on the pile, one of Dew's oversized shirts advertising some band that Aurora hasn't heard of yet; it reminds her that she really should ask him about it sometime, he seems to like it a lot. Underneath the shirt is a pair of boxers and some careful digging through the rest of the basket reveals that, oh. This is Dew's laundry. Oops. After some deliberation, she decides that what Dew doesn't know won't hurt him and once again decides fuck it, she should try the shirt on anyway. For some reason she can't quite pinpoint at the moment, none of the shirts in her wardrobe feel right to wear over the top on her chest anyway.

She slips the t-shirt on and turns to look in the mirror and–

Oh.

Oh.

She looks like Dew. Like Mountain.

The flat angle of her chest even reminds her of Aeon or Rain, and the way Cirrus explained in the simplest of terms that to two of them are shaped more like the boys than the girls, even though they don't fit into either of those categories. The same way Dew is shaped in almost the same way as the girls, even though he's not one of them. And Aurora, she... Well, she's coming to some kind of realisation about all of this and what that might mean for her. She knows that part of her thought process right now is probably quite significant, but she can't quite get a solid grasp on the abstract thought that's floating tauntingly through her head.

She runs her hand over her chest again, marvelling at the way she doesn't encounter any bumps all the way from her collarbone to her belly button. That funny, good, happy feeling in her chest is back and once again, she can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles up out of her mouth as she continues feeling the flat, angular plane of her chest unburdened by her anatomy for the first time.

She fishes Dew's boxers out of the basket and quickly swaps out her pyjama shorts for them, throwing the silk garment on the floor alongside her lace bralette and in her head promising to Dew that she'll rewash all his clothes she's worn later, but right now she just needs to experience this.

The way the feeling in her chest expands when she turns back to the mirror and almost mistakes herself for Dew. The way the boxers sit high on her waist but still reach her thighs comfortably and cling to her skin in a way that makes her want to shout out in happiness. The way she can imagine tying her hair up in the same messy updo that Dew prefers in the morning and walking down to breakfast in this exact outfit and starting her days off feeling good instead of just fine. The way her chest sits flat in the shirt and the more she takes in her reflexion the more the elated feeling grows and grows until it's buzzing through her limbs and she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears. The way that the closest comparison she can think of is that this is how she feels when she performs; a rush of excitement and adrenaline mixed with doing things that make her feel free.

She spends the best part of the next hour digging through Dew's laundry, trying on his clothes and staring at her reflexion in the mirror. She tried a few of her own clothes too, but although most days she doesn't mind them, today they made her skin crawl enough that she shoved them all back in her cupboard without even folding or hanging them up again—she'll deal with the mess later, but right now she needs to focus on that incredible feeling of happiness that's pulsing through her entire body and keeping her face from displaying anything but a wide grin.

All too soon, there's a knock on her door that makes her jump and rush to wrap a blanket around herself, just in case someone comes in—it's not that what she's doing is wrong, everyone swaps clothes all the time, but something about how she's feeling right now in Dew's clothes feels almost private and for now, she'd like to keep it that way. Cumulus doesn't come in though, instead talking to Aurora through the door and calling her down to lunch, explaining that Rain's put the ingredients out for make-your-own salad sandwiches, so if Aurora wants any of the good stuff in hers, she'd better be quick before Dew and Sunshine take them all.

She calls out a hasty "Thanks, Lus!" and pointedly ignores the way her voice feels slightly wrong in her own ears—she just hasn't been speaking for a while, that's all it is, right? She pulls the shirt, pants and boxers off, pulling her regular underwear and sleep shorts back on, but she can't for the life of her get the tight top off. After a long while of wriggling and struggling that results in her having to wipe sweat off of her forehead with a towel, she yanks the top off and is immediately overly aware of the way her chest moves freely now it's unrestrained by the tight garment. She's never particularly minded the feeling before—she hasn't known anything different—but now that she knows the way the tight top makes her feel, she doesn't think she likes the regular feeling very much at all.

She pulls the bralette back on and grabs Dew's shirt, reasoning that she can give an excuse of the feel of soft fabric or the smell of freshly washed clothes if anyone asks why she's not wearing any of her own shirts, and makes her way to the kitchen.

Lunch passes without much fanfare, and thankfully, one asks why she's wearing Dew's shirt of a band she doesn't even know. As she's rinsing her plate off afterwards though, Dew sidles up beside her and strikes up a conversation, small talk about her vocals and his guitar in one of the new songs that Papa is working on. As she finishes rinsing the plate and moves to leave though, he stops her.

She draws a breath in, waiting for the inevitable—because she doesn't know how, but he must know about the tight top and the clothes and that's what he's going to ask about—and ends up wholly surprised when he asks, genuinely, if she knows where his basket of laundry is.

She tells him she thinks it made its way to her room, but she's not sure. "I'll check," she tells him, as if she can't recall every item of Dew's clothing that's currently sitting in the basket.

He smiles his thanks and turns away from her to rinse his own plate, which Aurora takes as her signal to return to her room, refold some of Dew's clothes and put them in his basket of clean stuff, put the rest back in the dirty laundry basket and return to clean clothes to him later that day.

When she finally does knock on Dew's door with his basket of laundry under one arm, there's a hesitance in her eyes that he's never seen before. She asks if she can come in and when he nods and moves aside to let her in, she sits on the bed, chewing bottom lip nervously.

"Um, Dew?" She starts, hands twisting over one another in her lap. "Can we– Can we talk?"

[sovaghoul]

IF THE GHOULS HAD TO PICK HUMAN NAMES: A SHITPOST

Swiss: Christopher

Dew: Dusty

Aether: Seth

Rain: Ryan

Mountain: Monty

Phantom: Tommy

Cirrus: Cassie

Cumulus: Corryn

Mist: Margaret (NO nicknames)

Sunshine: Sunny

Aurora: (no change)

Ifrit: Frederick

Ivy: Ivan

Omega: Melvin

Zephyr: Zak 🤭

[atlasdoe]

today (May 2nd) marks an entire year since i last updated Only Survivors so to prove to you that i am actually writing the next chapter here's a snippet

"And where are your school friends today, Severus?" Emmeline asked, feeling the blood rush into her ears with each word.

Snape looked unfazed. "One of them Is currently working at Hogwarts alongside me," he answered with a smile. Aurora Sinistra, Emmeline recalled.

Snape went on. "Another is working with children across the UK. She's helping provide homes for those who lost their parents during the war." Charity Burbage. "I'm not sure what one of them is doing. After the war he left and I haven't heard from him since."

Emmeline had a hard time placing that one before Remus scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, that's because he wasn't just a Death Eater but a liar," he accused, causing Emmeline to remember. Ah yes, Edmund Avery Jr.

Severus shrugged, but didn't say anything in response, he just continued. "Two of them were killed during the war." Evan Rosier and Juliette Wilkes. "And the last..." he sighed and finished his drink. "The last is in Azkaban." Bruce Mulciber.

Emmeline expected Snape to show some kind of remorse. She thought that he would cry or admit that he didn't spend their school years with the right people as she had seen Pandora do so many times since Frank and Alce's torture. Only Snape didn't seem sorry at all. Instead, he turned to Remus.

"Two are successful," he said simply. "That's something you wouldn't be able to relate to."

Remus' jaw clenched but he stayed silent. Snape smirked slightly and spoke again. "Two are successful," he repeated. "One I haven't heard from in years, two were killed and the last is in Azkaban." Their eyes locked as Snape's smirk grew. "What was that you were saying? About how different we are?"

"Don't you dare," Remus hissed, standing up despite his bad knees and pushing the table away. "Your friends killed my friends!"

"My friends had nothing to do with the death of Lily, James and Peter," Snape argued, also standing up and mirroring Remus' stance leaning across the table. "The person who killed your friends is called Sirius Black, and you know more than anyone that he is anything but my friend." Snape's head tilted, as his face suddenly grew an amused expression. "What was he to you, Lupin?" he mocked.

Remus' face did something that Emmeline had never seen it do before. All expression of anything gentle had been replaced with what could only be described as his wolf side coming out. She, along with Gilderoy both held their breath as they watched the two men stand off.

In the past six years that Emmeline had gotten to know Snape and Remus after the war, she knew that neither of their first insistences would be violent, but at that moment it looked as if Remus was about to transform into the wolf and kill Snape there and then. Snape's face still held the cruel smile. He knew that he struck the exact nerve that he wanted to and as much as Emmeline wanted to hate him for it, she couldn't. Snape was right. They really weren't that different after all.

Something in Remus' eyes told Emmeline that he was thinking the same. She didn't know if she should've prepared herself for him to hit Snape or hug him. In the end, he did what she really should've expected him to do all along, considering it's all he ever seems to be capable of. Remus didn't face the facts head on or even try to deny them. He just drew back and walked away.

That was the difference between them, Emmeline realised. At least Snape had the courage to not run away from his past.

[nicoise]

nobody tagged me, i just wanted to share. even more shoplifting AU (i feel like i'm spoiling all of it but whatever):

Blaine's manager was a blonde woman with high cheekbones and large, hysterical eyes. She had the look of a former prom queen whose prom queen win was her only achievement. "He's in the back," she informed Kurt, and swanned off, probably to vape in the back lot and complain about her marriage on the phone like Kurt had seen her do before. It was possible she never did inventory and so never noticed the unnaturally high shrink rate. Blaine was in the back room, sitting in a plastic chair like he was in detention. He was playing Roblox and when Kurt went to him he rapidly flipped windows to the security footage. "Pretend you didn't see that," he said, accepting the bagged lunch. "I didn't see that," said Kurt, graciously.

yes that was terri schuester <3 tagging @cryscendo @fallevs @kurtsascot @hevanderson if you want to share!!

and @esilher @warblercore @porcelainvino @jamesbutnotreally for sketches?

[a-roach-in-the-limelight]

It’s quite frankly embarrassing as a fandom to see people lying about Aurora (or Liv, whichever you know her by). Like, you can’t claim to love this band, then immediately turn and say she SA’d someone who fully consented to the usual shenaniganary he does with the boys. And then calling her a homewrecker on top of that?? Like if that’s your morals, then why aren’t you going after literally any married actor ever??? And I know why it’s like this, it’s the fuckers who think Jutty (Swiss) is gonna let you touch his dick ‘cause you really wanna and you asked real nice. If you’re gonna be in a fandom and enjoy content, you need to grow the fuck up. Write a fucking self insert fanfic like a normal person and get over yourselves.

[yourtipsygrandma]

I saw the Northern Lights and I’m having an extreme emotional reaction excuse me