#event: next gen

[miss-americanbi]

seeing the next generation of kids falling in love with pjo, fighting over godly parents, posting shitty headcanons on instagram… feels like passing a torch fr

[doodlingwren]

"I depend on you..." "Do I or do you?"

My take on the "I depend on you" art trend from Twitter✨ Every now and then I want to draw something with bright colors... and blood

[demigod-shenanigans]

Have a little Sofía fic snippet! No promises I’ll ever finish this because it’s part of a larger plot that I do not have time for, but:

“Your destiny was always going find you, child of the moon. Your father understands that. When the time came, he accepted his fate more obligingly than most.” For a moment, the goddess seemed far away. “Perhaps too much so.”

“Papá doesn't get it, does he?” Sofía sighed. “I don’t know why he’s so weird about this. If he wants to protect me so bad, shouldn’t he want me to go to a place where I can learn how to protect myself?”

“Ah, but it’s never quite that simple, is it?” The goddess smiled at her. “There are many stories your parents never told you. Leo Valdez… he understands destiny. He knows to be wary of the Moirai better than most. He challenged them once, you know. Cut strings rewoven into a beautiful tapestry.” She sounded fond when she spoke. “I’ve never known which one of them was braver or more foolish in their approach. The boy who followed the strings that were woven for him unflinching, or the boy who looked at the Fates and refused them.”

“I’m not scared,” Sofía told Juno, head held high and hand on the gladius she’d carried on her belt since she was seven. “I want to find my place in the world. I want to go on adventures and help people, like my parents did. I don’t mind having a destiny.”

“You’re brave, little hero.” The goddess smiled at her. “But be careful, child. It is not wise to tempt the Fates.”

[birdie-ghost]

AP chemistry moment

[allthingsteddy]

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[strawberryscorp]

im going to universal studios on friday i cant wait to be a freak about scorpius malfoy amen

[employee052]

turns out a brief moment of feeling ok doesnt mean im done grieving

anywho, heres a vent doodle with a pose i saw online, might not reblog the road trip thread posts for a bit (i feel bad for not being able to participate in my own trend but as long as people enjoyed it then i dont mind all too much)

i dont wanna call it a break bc i cant help but be on tumblr, but things might go quiet in terms of art or me talking.

hope yall are doin well today/tonight/timezone n ill see yall when i see you :3

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I'm ill again because I have the immune system of a sickly victorian child. Therefore I must project onto the harry potter next gen kids

What i think (some) of the next gen kids are like when they're sick:

Scorpius: I've already done a whole post on this but I have no idea how to link posts despite being on this site for years. the short version is, he was a sick child and constantly in and out of hospital so now he cannot gauge when he's actually really sick and needs to just rest, so albus has to forcibly keep him in the dorm or hospital wing otherwise he will still try and go to class even if actively dying

Albus: he's lowkey so dramatic. if he has a small cold you WILL be hearing about it, BUT he's super subtle. he will casually tie it into conversation to make you feel sorry for him and just keep bringing it up until youre like aw no, im so sorry man. he doesnt try with rose anymore, because she will just mock him, she knows what hes doing. he's most obvious about it to Scorpius, he'll start pouting and be like I feel sick 🥺🥺 and Scorpius is immediately like oh poor baby 🥺🥺/gen and does in fact baby him until he feels better

Rose: does not get sick and its infuriating. when there's some kind of bug going around the school, you can guarantee this girl will not get it. she thinks everyone is just being dramatic and trying to get out of class. don't come to her for sympathy unless you actually look like you're on deaths door. the most sympathy surprisingly goes to Scorpius because she has seen this idiot try to attend class whilst not being able to function properly and be escorted out

Hugo: he doesnt get sick often, like a slightly below average getting sick, but my version of hugo is so unbothered by everything, he would end up in hospital or whatever but wont tell anyone, not on purpose, he just never goes out of his way to mention anything until it specifically comes up in conversation. Hes the random kid that pops up, says he has a relevant anecdote, tells you the wildest story youve ever heard so casually, youre left like???? what the fuck?? and how has that never come up before????, then he just dissapears again

James: gets so mopey, he gets so restless and hates having to sit and wait to get better. he'll enjoy not having to go to class for like one day but when you tell him he can't go anywhere or play quidditch or anything he's immediately over it like, 😟😟 wdym??? wdym I have to just lie here until I'm better??? lemme out!!!! LEMME OUT!!!!

Lily: lowkey whiny. she's not usually super whiny but she acts like a little kid when she's sick and will constantly frown and pout and cross her arms and kick her legs. collateral of being the youngest sibling lmao. she wants people to do everything for her and will shout for people to come get the TV remote or something that's only like 2 feet away from her and just shake her arm at it until you pass it. Ginny and Harry do it for her, her brothers do not lmao

Victorie: doesn't usually get sick-sick often, but I headcanon her as being a general athlete, she likes to do triathlons in her spare time, and if she gets injured she literally has to not be able to walk before she stops. she will just keep going. have you seen female footballers? the way they will be wacked in the head and start bleeding everywhere but then be like meh I can keep going. so her.

Louis: cannot stand the wanting to throw up kind of sick. he can deal with anything else, he has a pretty good immune system, he can pretty much carry on with normal stuff, and you won't even realise he's sick, but the second he feels stomach sickness, he is pale as a ghost and out for business. lowkey has emetaphobia, he will just sit so still until he doesn't feel like that anymore trying to make it go away by just 🧍🏻‍♂️if I don't move it won't know I'm here, yk lmao. hates throwing up so fucking bad

Roxanne: takes the sickness as some kind of personal test. is dramatic in the sense that she will go full warrior mode and be like 😈 i will survive 😈 I will not be beaten by these pitiful germs 😈 and will absolutely just rock her way through it, she talks like she's on some kind of quest, and that this is some kind of evaluation of her perseverance

Fred: just lies there. will not move until he's better. doesn't get really dramatic or complain but god forbid you try and make him do something, he'll start going off about how normalised it is for people to push themselves when sick because society wants people to work themselves to death, and doesn't actually care about anyone's health, and everyone just gets so sick of hearing him, they leave him alone

Karl Jenkins: will purposefully cough on people to get them sick too "as a joke"

[mazojo]

I dare beemov to give me one (1) Roy illustration without him being shirtless

[fundielicious-simblr]

(Lana's POV)(TW for pregnancy loss/medical emergency/funeral)

A few weeks before my due date I woke up in terrible pain, I didn't understand what was happening as I just knew in my heart that it wasn't your typical labour pain. The pain got worse with every passing second and I started bleeding, so Parker called for an ambulance and called our mums to let them know what was happening.

At some point on the journey to the hospital I passed out, and when I woke up very confused and disoriented, Parker had to explain to me that I suffered a placental abruption and was rushed into surgery. The twins and I were all in distress and whilst they were able to stabilise me, the twins passed in utero and were removed from me during the surgery. Honestly my mind was so foggy after surgery that I didn't really take in what he was saying for a while until I heard a baby cry and it really hit me that we had lost our babies. My family got on a plane as soon as they could after hearing the news, but as I couldn't have any guests for the first few days after surgery I didn't see them until I was moved out of the ICU. Parker's parents and sisters also came by, and it was so emotional seeing family and seeing all the messages and videos from those in the group chats we have. We were allowed to say a final goodbye to the babies after they were cleaned up after surgery, and that was the most heartbreaking moment I've ever had to experience, and one I pray I never have to experience again.

Once I was out of the hospital and back at home, our families banded together to arrange a funeral service for our babies. I was so out of everything that I told them they could handle all of it and just tell me when and where to be there. The service was beautiful, Allan Sr did a wonderful job at highlighting the promise of heaven that we have, and that while the situation is extremely sad, we can rejoice that our babies are now resting with our Lord and saviour. He reminded us all that salvation is key reaching heaven at the end of our earthly journey, which was a sobering reminder for us all.

We got an hour to ourselves at the church before the service started so we could privately say goodbye to our babies. For the first 20 minutes I couldn't bring myself to look at the teeny tiny caskets, but Parker encouraged me that it would be good to gain some closure on the whole experience. We had planned to name them Oliver and Naomi and had had a few personalised things made for them, so I brought the onesies we planned for them to wear coming home from the hospital for them to be buried with. Our parents joined us towards the end where they were able to say goodbye, and after a quick prayer we started welcoming people into the chapel for the service. We then had a family-only burial before everyone headed back to church and our mother's hosted the wake, we chose to just head home as we were both feeling overwhelmed.

[nodanova15]

A Dreadful Hallow’s Eve Ball

A work for lyranova’s 1k event! Congrats! :D @blackclover-emc

I was hesitant to participate, but then I saw so many lovely works that inspired me to do one as well! I took this opportunity to write about one of the side plots/stories of my next generation au!

Next Gens Featured: Felicity Vermillion, Calix Vermillion, Titaia Vermillion(not mine), Acier Silva II, Argent Silva, Adrius Silva, Adeline Silva, Gin Vermillion, Lune Grinberryall(vaguely mentioned)

Canon Characters Featured: Fuegoleon Vermillion, The Salamander, Nozel Silva, Jack The Ripper

(Background) Pairings: Fuegoleon Vermillion/Bridget Oriel || The Salamander, Jack The Ripper/Nozel Silva

Background Information: A short summary of previous events that affect this story: Felicity and Calix Vermillion were originally commoners from Ylve Village. As children their village suffered a great tragedy, burnt to the ground. The two siblings were the only survivors, and they were found by Fuegoleon Vermillion and The Salamander. The couple eventually formally adopted the children of Ylve. Soon after they also take in Titaia, a fire spirit. Recently Felix and Calix find out the tragedy that struck Ylve was no accident, and Felicity wants to desperately avenge their deceased parents.

Summary: Felicity has an opportunity to learn more about Ylve’s tragedy at the annual Hallow’s Eve Masquerade Ball.

Word Count: 3,905

This story is told from various points of view. Enjoy!

Felicity stared at the letter in her hands, and as she reread it she considered burning it, to destroy any evidence it was ever written.

The neat and pretty words promised answers, answers she’d been searching for for months.

Dear Felicity Vermillion,

It shall be on Hallow’s Eve, at the long awaited masquerade ball hosted by the Wizard King, where I’ll be waiting for you. It is your choice to make my acquaintance, but remember well, if you do not meet with me that evening, I shall no longer provide you with the necessary clues to find out the truth about what happened to your birth parents.

I will be waiting at the tallest tower of the castle’s east wing when the clock strikes for midnight. I will be wearing…a lion’s mask. That should be familiar for you, no?

As I promised, if we meet, I shall answer any and every question you might have, in exchange for the pendant your mother left with you.

Best Regards,

C. Y.

“Catalyst Magic: Flames of Ire.”

Felicity watched as the letter burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind except for lingering ashes.

She adjusted the strap of her dress, which had slipped from her shoulder, and walked towards her mirror. She scrutinized her appearance harshly, from head to toe. From her (temporary) blonde hair, just as it had been when she was a child, to her long, vermillion dress, and high heels. The garments felt foreign on her skin, but she pushed her discomfort aside.

She needed answers, and she would be getting them tonight.

The young Vermillion grabbed her mask, a gilded, intricate thing, and put it on.

• ☘︎ •

“Hey,” Calix sauntered up to his older sister, a tired Titaia accompanying him. They were both dressed for the occasion. “Tia told me you went back to blonde! Welcome back!”

“Do not get used to it,” Felicity glared at her brother. “I will dye it back after tonight.”

“What? C’mon keep it for a few weeks at least!” He grabbed her hand and then Titaia’s. “Look! We all match now!”

Titaia nodded along with Calix.

“I’m not keeping it blonde, Cal, and don’t look at me like that, Tia.”

Calix sighed regretfully, and Titaia huffed.

“Children, oh—good you’re all ready.” Fuegoleon hurried down to meet the three Vermillions. “We’re late. Let us—Where’s your father?”

Felicity and Calix shared a look before shaking their heads, and when they looked at Titaia, she shrugged.

“Then where—”

“I am ready, Fuegoleon Vermillion.”

The four Vermillions turned to look at the stairs.

The Salamander, Bridget Oriel, stood in a beautiful ivory and jasper orange attire, and was donned in gold jewelry. He looked breathtaking as he made his way down to meet his family.

Fuegoleon couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way to his lips, as he stared at his lovely spouse.

“Beloved little ones,” Bridget smiled brightly. “You all look truly astonishing!” He glanced at Fuegoleon, narrowing his eyes. “Hm, handsome, dereworthy.”

Fuegoleon gave him a (Felicity would describe it as a stupid, lovey-dovey) smile. “And you look as stunning as ever.”

Calix beamed. “You both look phenomenal!”

“Pretty.” Titaia uttered.

Felicity sighed. “Can we leave now?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Little One,” Bridget turned to his daughter. “Are you in a hurry, perhaps?”

Felicity nodded slowly, and quickly thought of an excuse. “I just…I’d like to get there before cousin Adrius finishes off all the good desserts.”

Calix and Titaia went tense.

“We need to leave now.” Titaia nodded along to her brother’s statement.

Felicity hid a smile. It worked, as always.

“Alright, alright,” Fuegoleon herded the two menaces out of the Estate. “Let us leave at once.”

Bridget extended an arm to Felicity, and the young Vermillion hesitated for a second before she took it, and they left to catch up with the rest.

Her family’s ever lively presence took a little weight off of her shoulders. Yet the sense of impending doom grew again, this time overwhelming, as they neared the main Castle.

• ☘︎ •

“That blonde hair might fool all of your suitors, but not me, Felicity.”

Felicity turned around, and came face to face with a young woman. Her fetching silver hair was tied in an elegant, popular braided style, and her dress was dazzling. Her mask, matching in silver tones, obscured her eyes, but there was no room for doubt. This was the renowned, oldest daughter of Nozel Silva and Jack The Ripper.

“Good evening, Acier,” Felicity greeted her cousin. “I’d appreciate it if you lowered your voice. You’re right, the tameless men that chase me relentlessly have yet to recognize me. I’d like to keep it that way.”

Acier let out a short laugh. “Of course,” She whispered, and looped their arms together. “As much as I hate being discreet, I’ll do it for you, dear cousin.”

Felicity shook her head fondly. “What about your suitors?”

Acier groaned. “As irritating as ever.”

“You should’ve taken more advantage of the masquerade ball,” She pulled on a loose, blonde strand of hair. “Like I did.”

“And what? Have my hair dyed blonde?”

The two royals laughed, lighthearted.

“It’s good to see you, albeit a bit different than usual.”

“And after so much time,” Acier said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been so busy I barely see you anymore, Felix.”

Felicity averted her gaze. “I…apologize. I know I haven’t been present enough. I’m just busier than usual.”

Her thoughts wandered back to the letter. She glanced at the clock. It read 11:00pm.

“Calix told me,” Acier sighed. “He said you’ve been trying to figure out what really happened to Ylve Village.”

Against her parents’ wishes.

Fuegoleon had promised to reveal everything in due time, but after finding out they’d been keeping the truth hidden, and after her fight with Calix…she’s been more desperate than ever to get answers. That desperation led her to C.Y. a mysterious figure who happened to know a lot about a village that had burnt down two decades ago. (They’d never met face to face. They’d only ever communicated through letters, initated by C.Y.)

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Calix…That brother of mine never learned to keep his mouth shut.” She sighed. “Look I understand right now is not the time, and that I shouldn’t be going behind my parents’ back, but—”

“I understand,” Acier offered her a smile. “And I know perfectly well that no matter what I say, you’ll end up doing it anyway, so instead of trying to stop you, I’ll help you.”

Felicity huffed. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t want you, or anyone else, to get involved.”

“I wouldn’t get my hands dirty,” Acier supplied. “At least not that much. I could get you the reports.”

“The reports?”

“If you remember,” Acier subtly gestured to the other side of the ballroom. Felicity followed her line of sight and saw two Magic Knight Captains, away from the crowd, speaking between themselves. “My parents, mostly my dad, handled the case of Ylve long before uncle Fuegoleon even heard of it.”

That’s right. Ylve Village had been under Jack The Ripper’s surveillance months prior to the accident.

“You…have access to those reports?”

“Not currently, but I could get them for you.”

Acier and Felicity straightened up when Nozel noticed them staring. Jack turned to face them next, and laughed upon seeing their stiff postures. He waved at them.

Acier waved back, slowly leading Felicity away. “Perhaps we should take this conversation elsewhere—”

“Lady Silva!”

“Fuck.”

Ronnald Vitesse, a member of the Silver Eagles(following in his father’s footsteps), approached the two women.

“Ac—Lady Silva, I’ve been looking for you.” He said sheepishly. “Would you do me the honor of letting me have your next dance?”

“Apologies, but I’m busy right now.” She gave him an unimpressed look. “And I’m not interes—”

“She’d love to,” Felicity interrupted her. “I was just about to take my leave.”

Acier glowered. “What.”

“Great!” Ronnald extended an arm out to Acier, which made the latter take a step back.

“Hey, Felix!”

“Sorry,” Felicity scurried away into the crowd.

• ☘︎ •

As gracious, and tempting, as that proposition had been, Felicity would rather not get Acier into trouble with her parents.

Even if it’d be the safer option, to trust Acier rather than a stranger. It was better not to involve her.

Not to mention, she thought it’d be a waste to let C.Y. get away.

Felicity paused in her step when she came across the buffet table.

Calix and Titaia were staring down the last piece of strawberry shortcake, and across from them Adrius and Adeline were also eyeing the treat.

The only dessert Felicity had been looking forward to…

Felicity had to think quickly if she wanted to get that last piece before them.

Glancing around the ballroom she found the perfect solution.

Her cousin, Gin Vermillion, was standing just a few feet away from them, talking idly with one of the Grinberryall girls, and in his hands was a plate full of desserts.

Among them was a strawberry shortcake.

“Catalyst Magic,” She uttered under her breath. “Spatial Magic: Gateway.”

Gin’s grimoire began to glow dimly as Felicity borrowed his magic. In the blink of an eye the last shortcake vanished through a portal, and landed safely in Felicity’s hands.

“What the hell?” Adrius faltered, shoulders slumping.

“My cake!” Calix lamented.

“Gin.” The three of them turned to Titaia.

“That’s right!” Adeline pulled on her brother’s coat. “That portal looked exactly like Gin’s gateways!”

The four of them spotted Gin within seconds.

Felicity suppressed a chuckle as she hurried away with her cake, successfully getting away with it.

Another great distraction from the imminent encounter.

• ☘︎ •

Nozel observed Acier and Felicity conversing, and saw the moment his niece left Acier with Vitesse’s son.

He sighed. “I will be back in a moment,” He met Jack in a kiss when the latter leaned down. “Go help our daughter in the meantime.”

Jack arched an eyebrow, and narrowed his eyes when he noticed Vitesse prattling on to a very uninterested Acier.

The couple parted ways, and Nozel left satisfied when he heard Vitesse shout in surprise.

He walked around the room until he found Fuegoleon. Fortunately, the man was alone, gathering two cups of wine.

“Fuegoleon,” He stopped to stand beside the fire mage.

“Nozel,” Fuegoleon looked surprised to see him. “Good evening, I thought—”

“Have you taken notice that our daughters have been acting strange as of late?”

Fuegoleon paused and faltered, placing the two glasses down.

“Acier and Felicity.” Nozel clarified.

Fuegoleon’s brow furrowed. “Acier too, then?”

“Only recently, and I believe it’s related to your daughter.”

Fuegoleon sighed. “She’s been somewhat distant ever since we had an argument a few months ago.”

“About?”

“Ylve.”

Nozel stiffened. “You told her?”

Fuegoleon shook his head. “Not everything. I gave her and Calix the photograph of Calixtus.”

“I see,” Nozel crossed his arms. “I assume she’s trying to find out the truth on her own?”

“Most likely.”

Nozel glared at him. “Are you going to do anything about it? She could get in trouble, and drag the others with her.”

Fuegoleon took the glasses again and began to walk away. Nozel followed. “Bridget and I have been surveilling her at home, at the base, and Calix and Titaia are looking after her. They would tell me if anything happened. I have it handled, do not worry.”

Would they tell him?

“Perhaps it is time to tell them the truth.” Nozel suggested, keeping up with Fuegoleon’s slightly faster pace.

“If we do so, they will try to get involved with him.”

“Regardless, we should. C—he’s dangerous, but we’re far stronger. It’s why he’s stayed hidden for all these years. He’s as cautious as he’s a coward. But we could find him with Felicity’s Catalyst Magic, and detain him once and for all. She’s old enough to—”

“That’s a theory, and I’d rather not risk her safety for it.”

Nozel walked faster and got in front of his cousin. “For all you know she could be risking her life as we speak. It’s better to take initiative now and help them find justice for Ylve. We cannot let her do this alone—Even if she’s not doing anything now, she will eventually.” Sometimes Felicity reminded him of himself in his youth, and that worried Nozel.

Fuegoleon’s fists clenched around the glasses. He let them go when Nozel took them, and placed them at a silver tray nearby.

“Telling them…it’ll break their hearts.” Fuegoleon finally receded.

“I know.”

“Let’s tell them tonight. I will speak with Bridget.”

Nozel nodded. “I’ll tell Jack—”

“Gin Vermillion!”

Fuegoleon and Nozel watched as their respective children, being led by Adrius, marched up to their younger cousin, demanding a…dessert?

“Adrius…” Nozel sighed, exasperated.

Fuegoleon let out a short laugh, the tension slowly leaving his frame. “We should defuse the situation before it escalates.”

“Agreed.”

The two captains made their way across the ballroom, heading straight for the young royals. Suddenly a man from the crowd got in their way, and they bumped into each other.

“Apologies, sir.”

“Watch where you’re going.”

The man smiled, and placed a hand over his chest. “My sincerest apologies, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva.” He was tall, almost as tall as Jack, and he wore an expensive suit, coupled with a lion mask that covered the majority of his face, making most of his features indiscernible. “This lowly servant never meant to intervene.”

“It’s quite alright,” Fuegoleon assured him. “Do not fret.”

However, Nozel was struck with sudden familiarity. “Have we met before?”

The man only tilted his head sideways. “I think I would remember if I met a member of the royal court,” He laughed. “I’m just a servant of this lovely palace, that’s probably where you’ve seen me.”

Nozel wanted to ask him to take off his mask, but apparently it was a rule that no one could. Ridiculous.

He didn’t care enough to follow it.

“Take of—”

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!” Gin shouted, distracting Nozel for an instance, and that’s all it took for the mysterious man to disappear back into the crowd.

“Damn it.”

• ☘︎ •

11:45pm.

Felicity paced back and forth between the darkened halls near the entrance of the East Wing. She could still vaguely make out the commotion of the ball downstairs, and that did nothing to calm her racing thoughts.

She was going against direct orders from her parents, and they were just a few rooms away. Moreover, Acier had given her a way out of this meeting. Her cousin could get her the reports, and she wouldn’t need to meet C.Y.

Yet.

She couldn’t let this person get away. They knew too much about Ylve Village. Even if she could obtain answers elsewhere, she needed to meet this person.

He knew her late mother personally, and wanted her pendant.

She needed to know why.

The next passing minutes felt torturously slow.

• ☘︎ •

Bridget huffed. Fuegoleon had either gotten sidetracked or had completely forgotten about their drinks.

“Hey, uncle,”

Bridget brightened up when Argent Silva sat next to him at the Vermillion’s table. “Good evening, poppet.”

Argent nodded and leaned back on his chair.

…

Bridget decided to tease him when he remained quiet for too long. “Wouldn’t you prefer to fraternize with your peers, rather than to accompany an old spirit such as myself?”

“Everyone else is busy, and,” Argent averted his gaze, as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks. “You’re good company, so.”

Bridget felt his heart melt, impossible for a being such as himself, but Argent Silva rarely ever showed an ounce of emotion, and it was being directed at him! He grinned and gently tousled Argent’s hair. “You are great company as well, little one.”

Argent grumbled when his uncle’s claws left his hair messy, but didn’t protest further.

“Gin Vermillion!”

Upon hearing his brother’s voice Argent turned around, and sighed. “…And there they are.”

Bridget looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of his partner and Nozel Silva heading towards the commotion. Abruptly a man, donning a golden lion mask, ran into them.

Bridget frowned. There was something oddly familiar about that man. Yet the fire spirit could not decipher what it was, being a considerably far distance away.

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!”

The man in the lion mask passed unnoticed by the two captains, and just before disappearing into the crowd, looked at the fire spirit straight in the eyes and smiled. As soon as he vanished, his entire presence did as well, as if he never existed.

Bridget stood up. “Argent Silva, go to your father.”

Argent stiffened at the use of his full name, and scanned the ballroom, trying to find whatever it was that alarmed his uncle. “What?”

“I shall not repeat myself. Go, right this instance.”

Argent nodded slowly, and wasted no more time, leaving promptly.

Bridget observed the entirety of the ballroom, and started making a mental checklist, making sure everyone was present and accounted for.

His nieces and nephews were all clustered in the same part of the room, and his children too. His children.

Titaia and Calix, (mainly, only Calix) were now speaking calmly with Adrius and Adeline. Next to them Fuegoleon and Nozel were attending to an anxious Argent. And…

Looking around, he was able to find Acier with her other father.

And.

And…

He marched along the edges and corners of the ballroom, sifting through every crowd, every table, every spot in the dance floor, and yet he could not find…

Bridget stopped in his tracks. He needed to calm down and think rationally. He inhaled, then exhaled, involuntarily letting out a puff of steam. He only needed to find Felicity’s mana and he’d find her.

…

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…

…

…

The clock struck for twelve.

Felicity held her mother’s pendant tight in her grip as she climbed the staircase of the tallest tower. Oddly, the torches that were lined along the walls were all long extinguished, and, although it was faint, her magic picked up traces of a spell. Her grimoire was thrumming, sensing this unknown magic. It wanted to absorb it and use it as its own—make it its own. Felicity pushed down the feeling as she finally reached the top.

The tower, like the way up, was dark, and as she examined the room she found she was the only person inside. However, the spell now felt overwhelming. Yet she could not sense a single person nearby.

Had C.Y. bailed on her? But if that was the case then what was it with this spell? Was he running late?

“Remarkable.”

Felicity felt a chill run down her spine at the sudden, unexpected voice. She turned around and saw a man in elegant attire, wearing a lion’s mask.

When had he arrived? She hadn’t heard or sensed him at all.

“You’re,” Felicity scrutinized him. “C.Y.”

C.Y. smiled, and the mere, seemingly innocent, action unsettled her greatly. It felt somehow sinister. “That’s right.”

Felicity held out the necklace. “I’m not going to stall. Here’s the pendant. I want answers.”

The masked man tilted his head to the side and hummed. “Take off your mask first.”

“What?”

“How can I be certain it’s you, Felicity Vermillion?”

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Fine, but if I do so, you’ll take yours off as well.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, but then laughed. “Very well.”

Felicity discarded her mask and let it fall to the ground. As soon as C.Y. took in the sight of the royal, his smile finally faded away. “Your turn.” She prepared a spell in the back of her mind, one of Acier’s. They were fast and deadly, fitting if the man decided to cross her.

“I suppose now is the best time to tell you my name.” He took the strap of his mask and began to untie it. “C.Y. is short for,” He unclasped the final hook, and the lion mask fell to the floor, next to Felicity’s.

Felicity’s heart sank to her stomach, and her mouth went dry. “You’re—” Her eyes widened as they welled up with tears. She brought the pendant up to her chest.

“Calixtus of Ylve.”

A dead man walking.

Her mother’s younger brother. Her supposedly deceased uncle.

• ☘︎ •

Years ago.

Fuegoleon watched as the children played with Bridget, Adrius and Acier. The fire spirit had Calix on his back as he chased the rest of the kids. Adrius was leading his sister and cousins all around the garden, shouting and laughing.

The peaceful scene was interrupted when Nozel and Jack arrived.

The children cheered when they noticed Argent in his father’s arms. Nozel set down his youngest and watched as he ran to play with Bridget and kids.

“We were able to track down the person who caused the fires of Ylve,” Nozel started, sitting down next to his cousin. His husband remained standing, arms crossed. “However, he managed to escape.”

Fuegoleon clenched his fists. This was the third time he’d escaped.

“Keh, he was working with Katherine Poizot. They both got away.”

“Poizot?”

“Gueldre Poizot’s cousin.” Nozel supplied. “She has permeation magic as well.”

Fuegoleon nodded. That would make sense, and it cleared up a lot of his doubts.

“There’s something else.”

Fuegoleon raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“We know who he is.” Nozel took out a photograph out of his pouch. “Calixtus of Ylve.”

Fuegoleon’s eyes widened. “That’s—”

“Your kids’ uncle.” Jack said, finally taking a seat next to Nozel. “Apparently he and Poizot had been worshiping some ‘greater being’ that required a sacrifice. That sacrifice was Ylve.”

“We still don’t have all the details, or why he let the children survive, but….”

• ☘︎ •

Fuegoleon came back to the present when Argent approached them. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but his mind kept wandering back to that moment.

Tonight they would reveal the truth about Calixtus to the children, and utterly ruin the image of Felix and Calix’s beloved uncle. That man deserved their resentment. However, learning the truth would devastate them. They loved their uncle, or at least, the image they had of him.

“Uncle Fuegoleon?” Argent was glaring at him now. “Are you listening?”

“Fuegoleon.” Nozel urged him to answer.

“I apologize, I was not…” Fuegoleon sighed. “Argent, what happened?”

Argent frowned, very obviously upset. “Uncle Bridget! He was acting strange. I’m worried.”

“Bridget?” Fuegoleon tried to seek him out at their table, but found he was gone. “Where’s—”

“I don’t know! But you’re his host. Can you not locate him?” His nephew sounded desperate.

Fuegoleon placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright. I’ll handle this.” Argent nodded and stepped back, moving to stand beside Nozel.

Fuegoleon tapped into the bond he shared with his beloved.

Bridget, what’s wrong? Are you—

Fuegoleon Vermillion, I cannot find—I cannot even sense our daughter.

The clock struck for twelve.

Fuegoleon snapped his head toward his children.

Calix and Titaia were still talking with their cousins, but paused when they noticed their father’s worried expression.

“Father?” Calix moved to be closer to Fuegoleon.

Fuegoleon grabbed him by his shoulders, as gently as he could. “Where is Felicity?”

End?

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Bridget Oriel is an interpretation of The Salamander and Titaia is not my original character. They belong to @t-f-t & @funky-sea-cryptid

[vilandel]

Children's Masquerade

Now, I also got a grip on myself and made a post for @lyranova's Halloween event. Later than everyone, I know. I have a lot of wips to work through^^' But the posts of everyone else were actually motivating for me to write my own and I wanted to write more about my four Nozessa daughters, I thought that it was the perfect occasion 💕

@blackclover-emc

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Characters: Vanessa Enoteca, Nozel Silva, Nymphea Silva, Valentina Silva, Lavinia Silva and Cassandra Silva

Relationships: Nozessa and their daughters

Summary: Before they enter the ballroom for the Children's Masquerade, family Silva is making last minutes adjustments and feels the excitement...

“Now, now, Cassandra. If you don’t stay still, I can’t bind this adorable bow on your dress.”

“But mama, I’m excited!”

“I know, Little Cat. I’m excited too. But your adorable black dress needs its silver bow to be perfect. It matches your little cat mask so perfectly. Now come, just a minute then you can hop around.”

Cassandra pouted, which was even more adorable with her black and silver cat mask, but of course she did as her mother asked. Vanessa giggled as she tied the silver bow around the waist of the black puffy velvet dress. For someone who adored black, her five year old daughter was certainly a very lively and even loud one.

“There, you’re ready for the Children’s Masquerade Ball,” Vanessa laughed, as she stroked the puffy sleeves and the silky but wild silver locks that just wouldn’t stay still. Cassandras hair will always be untamed. “Now, you’re ready, my little black cat. Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing ever.”

“Stop it, mama, you’re choking me.”

Of course she didn’t and Cassandra was only protesting for the form, as she hugged Vanessa back. Of course she did.

All of her daughters were big on hugs, after all.

Speaking of, hopefully the rest of them were ready as well. The twins were just three steps away, Nymphea checking for lose pale pink hair within the braiding hairdo Valentina got for today’s ball. Unlike her twin, Nymphea had decided to let her loose and a waterfall of wavy silver hair fell onto her back.

Her wonderful twin daughters were so different, not only in the hair colour, but also with their ball gowns. Nymphea choose a night blue gown, shoulder free, that flow over her like a waterfall, only held by a small silver belt, and that was embroidered with so many little silver stars. Valentina choose a wide amethyst purple dress that looked like a rose when she was turning around, with silver roses around her bodice. The mask they were wearing matched their dresses perfectly.

So different, yet so close and still subtly similar. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that they were only thirteen years old. Already thirteen… time certainly flew by. Only two years before Nymphea and Valentina would be old enough to get their grimoires and join the Magic Knights.

Vanessa smiled, thinking how Nozel was already slightly fearing that day.

Speaking of her handsome husband…

Nozel was to the stairs that lead to the ballroom, kneeling in front of Lavinia. Their eight year old daughter looked so adorable in her puffy rose pink dress, with the silver ribbons around her waist and the cute little silver bows at the bottom, plus the matching butterfly mask. But the blush on her cheeks just wouldn’t disappear.

Poor baby girl, she was always so shy, so a ball, even one especially made for children, was like one big journey into the unknown. Which was probably why her hair, the same rosewood as Vanessas, was in her usual pig braids, as a familiar comfort.

“Don’t worry, Lavinia,” Nozel said in a comforting tone. “You either remain with your mother or with me if it’s too much for you. Or with your big sisters if we aren’t around because of circumstances. And you also don’t need to join the other children for the ghost hunt game later on.”

“I know, papa, and I’m grateful. It’s just… will I be able to at least see that famous pianoforte?”

“You can even play on it, if you want I can make arrangements.”

“But… playing alone… in front of so many people…”

“I will play duets with you, if it’s okay for you.”

“You will? Oh thank you, papa.”

And with that, Lavinia hugged her father tightly. Vanessa was in awe at the view. Just another proof that Nozel was a wonderful father.

He looked so good in his new burgundy ceremony suit, inclusive one shoulder cape and the matching mask. It was simple, just a few silver Silva crosses embroidered here and there. Burgundy suited him so well and Vanessa wished once more that Nozel would wear darker colours more often.

Since he was wearing her usual colour, she had decided to follow his example and wear his for the ball. To be honest, Vanessa loved her new blue and shining silver dress, which underlined her curves subtly but perfectly and the matching mask was even more than comfortable.

“I can’t believe our tiny uncle managed to pull his idea for a children’s ball through,” Valentina giggled as her twin finished checking her hairstyle. “I mean, it’s a really cool idea, but the way he presented it was so chaotic.”

“That is uncle Asta for you,” Nymphea pointed out calmly, taking her twins arm.

Nozel stood up, holding Lavinias hand tightly. “Asta had the idea, as the Wizard King, but once he realized that the kind of ball he imagined needed so much preparations, he panicked. I thought Nebra gave him some lessons about organizing such gatherings.”

“Oh, she did, honey, and she was rather good at teaching that stuff, I know I learned a lot,” Vanessa laughed, still hugging Cassandra. “But Asta is a lovable idiot and thank goodness that Noelle and the others helped him making this idea real. Isn’t it so sweet? It is such a wonderful event for his debut as Wizard King and for all of you kids.”

“Mama, don’t cry please, think of your make-up,” Nymphea just said. And Vanessa had to admit that she felt a bit teary.

But it was such a great idea and her dear baby girls having fun made it even better. Plus, spending time on a ball as a family, all six of them? Vanessa just couldn’t say no. Usually, children under fifteen couldn’t only attend to balls under very complex circumstances no one cared to understand, but this event was especially for them.

“I can’t wait for the ghost hunt,” Cassandra grinned as she punched the air.

“I mostly look forward for the food auntie Charmy made,” Valentina replied. “I can’t wait to try her new pumpkin beignets.”

“I hope the dances will be diverse for the occasion,” Nymphea said with calm grace, but her shining eyes revealed how excited she was to do her hobby for a whole evening.

Lavinia said nothing, but the whole family knew how much she was looking forward to the pianoforte.

Nozel looked at her and Vanessa smiled back at him. Their daughters were definitely looking forward to this Children’s Masquerade. Despite Cassandras and Valentinas wild excitement, Lavinias adorable shyness and Nympheas royal calm, it was already very promising that their girls will have a lot of fun.

“Aw, look how happy we all are and for a ball even. This deserves a group hug. Come on!”

Vanessa would expected protests from at least Nozel and Nymphea, but they gave in like the other three without any resistance. Cassandras mask almost fell from her face as she was squeezed between Valentina and Nozel, but she giggled at it.

The family hug lasted quite a while, before Nozel coughed awkwardly. Right, it was rather unfitting for royals still. “We shouldn’t be late. You four go ahead. This ball is first and foremost for you and the other children.”

“Alright. Nymphea, you the queen of this sisterhood, you lead,” Valentina said with a knightly curtsy, like she so often did.

Nymphea seemed to think for a moment, before she actually took her twins hand with a soft smile. Valentina seemed stunned for a second, before she grinned back and took said hand. Then the twins each took the hand of their little sisters, Cassandra on Valentinas side and Lavinia on Nympheas.

Together, the four Silva sisters descended the stairs towards the ballroom, royally and easy going at the same time.

“I love our daughters,” Nozel whispered they observed them descending the stairs. Vanessa chuckled and put a quick kiss on his lips.

“I love them too, honey. We are blessed with our angels. Now, how about we follow them and see if we meet people we know?”

Nozel offered his arm and Vanessa took it with pleasure. This ball was already starting wonderfully in her books.

[sunskate]

they have a Magic Mike RD:

Their rhythm dance, choreographed by De La Asuncion, draws inspiration from the world of Magic Mike, aiming to bring a cheeky but tasteful edge to the ice. “It’s completely different from anything we have done,” said Blanc Klaperman. “The choreography is made to have the Magic Mike-vibe where the man tries to seduce a woman. He’s this dancer of the night. The music is not something that everyone is going to dance on, but we can be like freer and more like unreal dancers that don’t have their skates on, if this makes sense. We hope the judges will like it!”

and a Tarzan FD:

“We chose this music as it challenges us artistically and tells a story,” Perrier Gianesini offered. “It’s been fun to explore, and we are bringing something fresh that might surprise the judges. It’s not typical ice dance music—and that’s the point.” Blanc Klaperman added that while, like most stories, there’s an element of love, they wanted to take it further. “Through the music and choreography, we explored something deeper, something wilder,” he shared. “A connection to nature, to instinct. We really went all in on the universe, even if it meant stepping outside the usual ice dance norms.”

[fogaminghub]

✨ Attention, Gears of War fans! The wait is almost over! 🎮 Gears of War: E-Day is returning to the roots of our beloved franchise, taking us back to the iconic Emergence Day! Developed in partnership with People Can Fly and The Coalition, expect stunning visuals with Unreal Engine 5 and an unforgettable gameplay experience. 

📅 Mark your calendars for Fall 2025 on Xbox Series X/S and Windows PC—and it’s launching on Xbox Game Pass from day one! Ready to fight for Sera again? 💪

[princesscallyie]

HMM...is Jack gonna make his son a cool super suit to match his Thor powers? And what is his mom gonna think?

It’s more of another MCU hero, but there’s plenty of people who will support Kingsley after the incident. And Princess was involved in said substance before so it’ll be interesting to see her reaction.

[jils-things]

nobody move. new main dropped