#lyra the prophet

[mysticum-draconis]

Mini portrait of a still of Jadzia Dax from "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - S06E26: Tears of the Prophets", drawn in the note space of November 12th in my 2023 diary, which is the day that I first watched this episode.

Yeahhhh, so I'm really not happy with how this one turned out... at all. It went a lot quicker and smoother than I expected (I usually have to fight tooth and nail to get the jawline and eyes/nose/mouth correct), but it was only after colouring her that I realised just how wonky her face looks in my drawing. I keep changing my opinion on how it looks every time I look at it - sometimes I think it doesn't look as bad as I thought it was and sometimes I groan in horror at my creation 😔

I'm currently fighting my way through art block, so I suppose it's not surprising that I'm not happy with this one. I never like to draw these diary illustrations after a year has passed since I watched whatever I'm intending to draw, however (I finished drawing this on the 12th this year), and I just couldn't decide not to draw Jadzia from this episode, because, well, anyone who's seen this episode will understand why 🥲

I'm mostly happy with how the title came out, at least. I'm not too happy with the positioning of the words, but I am pleased with the font and colour of the letters.

HB mechanical pencil and Lyra colouring pencils ✏️

Process photos and reference below cut.

Please don’t use or post on other websites without credit or permission, thanks 🙏

I swear she looked better before I finished colouring her 🙄

Honestly, trying to copy from this still was a nightmare, because Netflix wouldn't let me screenshot it, so I had to take a photo of my computer screen with my phone and it ended up really washed out 😑

[jaspers-a-writer]

The Enonya live alongside other Cats in South Africa. They are Black-Footed Cats: the most efficient hunters in the Cat species. The name "Enonya" is from the Zulu word for "savage" or "relentless". In the early age of the Empire, Enonya were mainly ignored by the more powerful lions ruling the Delta. But when the wars with Rome, Spain, and France began, the Enonya were conscripted as metalsmiths. This is because the lions believed the Enonya could work magical properties into their weapons, which led to the forced conscription of Enonya across North Africa and Midian.

Those who remember the ancient trade routes between the British Isles and Israel (pre-Egiptian expansion) once believed Lyra the Prophet was descended from Enonya. She shared the yellow eyes Enonya also possessed. But this is not true. The Black-Footed Cats come from South Africa and are distributed throughout the Middle East and parts of northern Africa. Lyra is descended from Purring Cats indigenous to Israel, and although she shares the Enonya yellow eyes, her "mane" was longer and entirely black, and it was of the texture that she could keep it tied in African cornrows. Her yellow eyes are from her mixed-breed Irish genes, not her Israeli genes.

An Egiptian lioness warrior. The outer tunic is inspired by the Dahomey Agojie, to show the spread of Egipt, the protective headscarf is inspired by contemporary Egyptian Muslim hijab. All else is from new kingdom Egyptian armor.

Egiptian head covering, unlike the o Rom Aviva head covering of Eyrland, is not a religious obligation. O Rom Aviva Cats of all sexes cover their heads to symbolize self-value. Only the lionesses in Egipt cover their heads, and it's because unlike males, they don't have a mane to protect their neck from the African sun. A lioness without a scarf is like being without an umbrella during a downpour.

[ask-cream-unicorn]

hii! i love your butterflies :) do any of them have names?

Hello!

Wow I haven’t been talked to this much in so long

All of them have names actually! Which… means there’s too many to list.

But! I can give you the names of my five best friends

There’s Odette, Rumi, Penelope, Oberon, and Lyra! They mean the world to me, I’m so glad people love the butterflies just as much as I do

[wolf-m-the-hybrid]

Some Miitopia doodles. Me trying to figure out how to draw Lunali since I made her Mii before I actually figured out how to draw her, a little Wolf M Mii, the new Dark Lord, and some Lyra shenanigans with Prophet from Vintage 8. Also feel free to ask me any questions about my OCs. I don’t mind 😊

[bartonomy]

JUST A TOTALLY NORMAL DAY!

PAIRING dad!Regulus Black x mum!reader

SYNOPSIS Chaos is inevitable in the Black household, but even by your standards, the morning of your daughter‘s departure for Hogwarts is obliviate worthy.

CONTENT WARNING empty threats, tired reader, the kids being sirius coded, scary walburger used as a punishment

WORD COUNT 2.4k words

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The morning started peacefully. For approximately two and a half minutes.

You had barely stepped into the kitchen when an earsplitting crash echoed through the house, followed by the telltale shriek of your youngest child. Not in distress- no, the boy sounded delighted.

Regulus, who had been calmly reading the Daily Prophet with his usual air of unbothered aristocracy, sighed and set the paper down. “I’ll handle it,” he muttered, standing up and rolling his shoulders as though preparing for battle.

You weren’t convinced.

“Do you even know which child it is?” you asked, already heading toward the noise.

Regulus glanced at the ceiling. Another crash. “I have a strong suspicion, my dove.”

You both emerged into the hallway to find the chandelier swaying dangerously above the entranceway.

Standing directly underneath it, looking entirely too pleased with herself, was Carina, probably the manifestation of all your previous sins. She beamed up at you both, utterly shameless. “That was an accident.”

“It was not,” piped up Atlas, peeking out from behind her, his tiny hands clutching the hem of her dress like a loyal henchman. “We did it on purpose.”

Carina whacked him on the arm. “Shut up, Attie.” He just giggled.

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even want to know how.”

“I’ll tell you!” Atlas offered eagerly. “'Rina wanted to see if the chandelier would hold her weight, and then-”

Regulus put out his hand in a stopping motion and turned to you. “I take it back. I want neither knowledge nor responsibility for this.”

“Too late, Black,” you said, striding forward. “Carina Pandora Black, what in Merlin’s name made you think that was a good idea?”

The girl shrugged. “I had a theory.”

“You always have a theory,” you muttered, before glancing back at the one child who had yet to make an appearance. “Where’s Lyra?”

Your eldest, Lyra, the one child you could trust to have some common sense, chose that exact moment to sweep into the hallway. She was dressed in her pristine Hogwarts robes, not a wrinkle in sight, her sleek dark hair brushed to perfection with no stray hair in sight. Eleven years old and already looking like she was prepared to take over the world.

And, true to form, she took one look at the scene before her and sighed.

“Mama. Papa.” She folded her hands behind her back. “I believe Carina and Atlas are attempting to sabotage my departure.”

Carina gasped, scandalized, eyes wide with mock offense. “I would never!”

“She would,” Atlas said to you, blissfully unaware of his older sister's betrayed look.

“I would not!”

“She would,” Regulus muttered.

Lyra huffed and straightened her robes. “We are leaving in an hour. I trust that they will be dealt with accordingly?”

That was the thing about Lyra- she had an unbelievable talent for sounding like a miniature adult, even more so than you. No doubt something she’d picked up from her father, who was now watching her with a faint look of pride and smugness.

“Oh, I’ll deal with them,” you said darkly, leveling a stare at your two youngest.

Carina, unrepentant, smirked. “You say that every time, and yet, here we are.”

Before you could lunge at your middle child, Regulus stepped smoothly between you. “Alright,” he said, voice calm but with that particular edge of warning that only he could manage. “I suggest you two get out of your mother’s line of sight before she forgets she’s a civilized woman.”

Carina, for once in her life, obeyed. With a dramatic bow, she grabbed Atlas by the collar and fled.

Lyra exhaled sharply. “They are truly exhausting.”

Regulus patted her on the head. “You’ll miss them soon enough.”

Lyra looked at her father and then shifted to you. “I find that highly unlikely.”

You met her gaze, unimpressed. “Oh, you think you’re better than the rest of us, do you?”

“Yes.”

Regulus, traitor that he was, actually chuckled. And that was only the beginning of the morning.

After the chandelier incident, you were forced to impose emergency lockdown rules

1. No touching things that hang from the ceiling.

2. No experiments before breakfast.

3. No ruining Lyra’s last day home before Hogwarts.

None of these rules lasted longer than ten minutes. Because while you and Regulus attempted to have a normal breakfast- if anything in this house could be called normal- Carina and Atlas managed to vanish.

"I swear, I am going to turn into your wretched mother if they don't stop testing my patience,” you muttered, scanning the room. “Where are they?”

Lyra, who was methodically buttering her toast like a proper aristocrat, didn’t even look up. “Do you want the truth, or do you want plausible deniability, mum?”

Regulus, sipping his tea, hummed. “Plausible deniability sounds nice.”

You shot him a glare. “No. I want the truth.”

Lyra finally lifted her gaze and deadpanned, “Carina mumbled something about a ‘final grand experiment.’ or whatever, I stopped paying attention after a minute”

Regulus lowered his teacup. “Final?”

You shot to your feet.

You found them minutes later in the sitting room. Or, rather, you found what was left of the sitting room.

Because somehow, your spawns of peeves himself had constructed a homemade rocket. Using what, you did not know- but there was smoke.

And some sort of slime. And fire.

And Kreacher, the poor house-elf, was fuming in the corner, muttering about how Mistress Walburga would have given them a good spanking.

“What,” you began, voice eerily calm, “is happening?”

Carina turned, utterly unbothered by your silent rage. “We were testing a propulsion spell.”

“For what reason?”

“For science.”

You blinked. “For science?”

“Yes.”

Regulus surveyed the room with the blank expression of a man who had long since accepted his fate. He casually stepped over the goo-covered coffee table and inspected the charred rug.

Then, voice perfectly measured, he asked, “And where, pray tell, did you get the spell? You don't even own a wand yet, Sweet Girl”

Carina beamed. “I made it up! And it's a secret, dad.”

Regulus turned to you. “She made it up.”

“I heard.”

“I think I need to lie down.”

Before you could threaten your offspring with the worst punishment imaginable (no Honeydukes for a month), Lyra walked in, took one look, and sighed.

“Mother. Father. I believe it is time we left for the station.”

You checked the clock. Oh, bloody hell.

Getting three children into your modified muggle car, dragging an eleven-year-old’s perfectly packed Hogwarts trunk, and ensuring the house didn’t literally burn down before you left was nothing short of a miracle.

By the time you made it to the car, Carina and Atlas were already plotting merlin knows what.

“I should bring a Kneazle home for Christmas,” Carina was saying.

Little Atlas gasped. “Can we make it fly?”

Lyra, long-suffering, pinched the bridge of her nose. “You can’t enchant a living creature like that.”

Her younger sister smirked. “Bet I can.”

You cut in before this could escalate into a full-blown argument. “'Rina, Atlas, if either of you so much as breathes near a spell book before we reach the station, I will put you in front of your grandmother for at least two hours.”

They immediately shut up.

Regulus glanced at you, impressed. “Effective.”

“I’m not above threats, Reggie. Do keep up."

Not just with Muggle travelers, but with other wizarding families. The familiar sound of owls screeching, trunks dragging, and last-minute goodbyes filled the air.

You gripped Lyra’s hand, trying to savor your last moments before she disappeared behind that scarlet train.

But your other children were determined to ruin the moment.

As soon as you reached the platform, the little 5-year-old spotted a toad. Probably belonging to some poor, unsuspecting first-year. And before you could react, he snatched it up and yelled, “'RINA, I HAVE A VICTIM!”

Carina, like a goblin who had just struck gold, went behind her father to retrieve his wand. “PERFECT. LET’S TEST-”

Regulus snatched her by the collar mid-attempt and you grabbed Atlas by the back of his dress shirt. Both children went limp in your grasp, expertly feigning innocence.

Lyra, for her part, looked like she was seriously considering leaving immediately.

“I’m never coming back,” she informed you, face scrunched up with embarrassment.

“Oh, yes, you are,” Regulus said, setting Carina down. “You’ll miss us, mon étoile. ”

Lyra raised an eyebrow.

Atlas, still dangling in your grip, smiled. “She will.”

Lyra sighed. You knelt to face her and cupped her cheeks, heart aching. “Are you ready?”

For the first time that morning, something shifted in her expression. The sharpness faded, just a little. She nodded.

You cupped her face. “You are going to be so so brilliant, Lyra.”

Regulus rested a hand on her shoulder. “Remember, no matter what house you’re sorted into, we are proud of you.”

Lyra swallowed, nodding once more.

Carin, now playing with the little ornaments on Lyra's trunk, sing-songed. “If you’re not in Slytherin, I will disown you.”

“You are nine and have no legal power,” Lyra deadpanned.

Atlas waved, still suspended in the air by your arm. “BYE, LYRA! STEAL A BROOM IF YOU CAN!”

Regulus groaned and took him out of your grasp. “Stop encouraging crime.”

You let go of Lyra, who immediately got smothered by Carina in a hug. Orion followed eagerly.

Lyra groaned but did not push them away. Then, with one last smile at you and Regulus, she turned and boarded the train.

The moment she disappeared inside, Atlas wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.

“She’s gone,” he said solemnly.

Carina sniffled, playing along. “I cannot believe it either, dear Atlas, our baby sister gone away.”

“She was older than you.”

“Hush, dad. Let me have this."

You stared at them. “She is literally coming back for Christmas.”

Regulus sighed, slipping an arm around your waist. “I want to say the house will be calmer now.”

“Don’t lie to yourself.”

Your dear children, already plotting their next scheme, proved your point immediately.

EXTRA !

The first morning without Lyra was supposed to be peaceful.

You had envisioned a calm breakfast, perhaps even some rare alone time with Regulus, who was always so much less stressed when there were fewer children actively plotting crimes in his immediate vicinity.

But no. Because instead, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your own reflection in horror.

Your hair was green. Not a nice, subtle shade. No. It was toxic, neon, radioactive and absolute hideous shade of green.

You touched a strand, as if touching it would somehow undo the damage.

It did not.

From behind you, Regulus let out the slowest, deepest exhale of his life. “…So,” he said.

You turned, eyes blazing. “Where. Are. They.”

As if summoned by pure malice, Carina and Atlas appeared in the doorway, giggling and looking entirely too pleased with themselves.

Atlas gasped dramatically. “Oh no, Mama! What happened to your hair?”

Carina clasped her hands together, utterly devastated. “A tragedy. A terrible accident.”

Regulus slowly turned to them. “Explain.”

Carina beamed. “We may have… enhanced your shampoo.”

Atlas nodded enthusiastically and smiled toothily. “Just a little.”

You pointed at your radioactive hair. “A LITTLE?”

Your daughter shrugged. “It could have been worse.”

“Oh?” Regulus raised an eyebrow. “And what, exactly, was the original plan?”

Atlas perked up, ready to share. “We wanted to make it glow in the dark, but 'Rina said-”

Carina slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shhh, Attie. Don’t tell them everything.”

Regulus, for the second time in twenty-four hours, pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have made mistakes.”

“I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU BOTH SCRUB CAULDRONS UNTIL CHRISTMAS.”

Carina- who had never feared anything in her life- placed a hand on her chest. “Mother, you wound me.”

Atlas beamed. “You look like a true Slytherin now!”

Regulus, despite himself, smirked. “…He has a point.”

“I SWEAR TO MERLIN, REGULUS BLACK, DO NOT ENCOURAGE THEM.”

Regulus held up his hands, utterly betraying you. “I’m just saying, it’s a very House-proud shade.”

Carina nodded sagely. “Father, clearly, understands the art of mischief.”

You threw up your hands. “Oh, so you think this is funny?”

In perfect unison, both of your children grinned.

“Absolutely!”

Regulus sat at the breakfast table, casually sipping his tea, while his children (the ones you were currently disowning) scrubbed cauldrons in the kitchen under your watchful eye.

“You know,” Regulus mused, watching Carina struggle to clean a particularly stubborn stain, “this was actually quite a tame prank.”

You turned, still furious, hair still violently green. “Would you like to be next?”

Regulus, a wise man, wisely sipped his tea and said nothing.

Your daughter, absolutely NOT learning her lesson, muttered, “It was totally worth it.”

Atlas, beside her, whispered. “Next time, we should make it rainbow.”

Regulus choked on his tea.

"Let's have kids, you said. They will be the greatest joy on earth, you said." you mumbled as you made your way to the (now fixed) sitting room. "I should've let you rot in that wretched cave."

"Love you too, mon amour!"

[stari-jelly]

yaknow what I have no shame. lore for the forgotten island.

First I decided to name the island because why not and came up with Auroralis. now I imagine that the island is split into 6 rings and in the center is a mountainous region that holds the highest peak on the island.

the first ring is Dawnveil Shores and is home to a lot of fishing towns and ports. most people live simple lives and make money from catching and selling fish. this ring is guided by Miaplacidus Beta Carinae of Carina. long ass name I know bare with me. Miaplacidus is the guide and kinda like the priest. they teach the path of dawn which focuses on the body and one's self.

the second ring is Solstice Meadows, the farming ring. this ring is big on community and helping one another and supplies the other rings with food. this ring is guided by Merga h Bootis of Bootes. Merga is an eccentric old man who just wants to help everyone. he teaches the path of day which focuses on community and learning about yourself through others.

the third ring is Duskbrim Mistral, this ring is the working ring. lots of jobs and housing in this big city. this ring is guided by Diadem Alpha Comae Berenices of Coma Berenices. Diadem is a silent yet well read woman who teaches the dusk path. this path focuses on the mind and self regulating. learning about how the mind works to keep healthy and happy.

the fourth ring is Starlith Sprires, the artisan ring. this is a large city that focuses on all sorts of entertainment and self expression. lots of galleries, theaters, operas, everything. this ring is guided by Sheliak Beta Lyrae of Lyra. Sheliak is a young woman who loves to be center stage and show herself off as well as her followers. she teaches the path of Starlight which focuses on self expression and dealing with emotions through art.

the fifth ring is Lunaspectra, the prophet ring. this ring is on the smaller side and is an open field right before the mountains of the center ring. the ring is guided by Porrima Gamma Virginis of Virgo, a wise seerer. Porrima teaches the path of midnight, looking to the stars and the past to predict the future and warn of threats. the stars sing to those who listen with careful ears.

lastly is the mountains region of the sixth ring, Nocturna Mantle. not many live here and it is a sacred place were the other guides meet to discuss the happenings in the country. this land is guided by Sadachbia Gamma Aquarii of Aquarius, a mysterious woman who looks eternally youthful. she teaches the twilight path, the path to the soul. looking deeper within one's self through meditation and rituals you can craft the world around you in ways that seem impossible.

when a child on the island turns 14 they hold a ceremony where the child chooses which path they wish to follow. and if they are dedicated enough they can even become a Radiant, a right hand the the guides and one day their replacement when they eventually die.

everyone on the island is named after a star and those from the same family are named after stars from the same constellation.

anyway that's my thoughts on the forgotten island. might get into siffrin's role and life on the island later but eh.

[ravenisalone]

The Chronicles for Harry James Potter

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not align with my beliefs; I use her world and characters and make it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: Hello! This will be the second chapter of my little fic. I have finally figured out what to do with it and how to continue it, so I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment; I would love to hear your opinions!

Love, Raven <3

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Chapter 2: Baby deers and rotting rats

It had been a day since Harry had found his aunt's tapes. Last night he had fallen asleep watching tape number 10. They all have been pretty happy-go-lucky up until now.  

“It is the 5th of April 1980, hi baby Harry!” Her voice sounds tired and she is back in the bathroom once again sitting next to a low and light. She wears a tank top now her arms filled with cuts and bruises a few fresh mixed into the already healing ones.

“Sorry for the get up! It’s currently the middle of the night once again half past two this time. I couldn’t sleep and I thought this would make me feel better. It’s only Lily, Pandora, Reggie, and I at the Manor now. Everyone else left for different missions. Your dad and Sirius are in London hunting for Deatheaters. Barty, Evan, and Dorcas had gotten a mission from the Dark Lord himself so sadly they’re away. Remus is on one of his secret missions again, and Mary, Pandora, and Marlene are off with Alice and Frank helping Mcgonagall with the wounded of the recent attack.”

She lets out a heavy breath staring in front of her. The glow from her eyes is gone, they stare blankly into space before she lifts them back onto the camera. “I know I usually film these to show you the good side of things Harry but-“ she stops takes another deep breath and runs her hands through her hair. “-it’s sadly not always sunshine. If I live to see the day you will only get this when you are old enough.”

Her gaze suddenly hardens for a moment before it becomes scared and sad once again.

“I have talked about my dreams before, mentioning their weird prophetic nature. How Trelawney always said I could weirdly see the future. That’s all true, but the dream I had tonight.” Her eyes turn glassy as tears well up in them. “Peter was a traitor.” It comes out in a matter of words. “I-I mean I dreamt of Peter being the traitor, it all felt too real but-“ she shook her head harshly “-Pete cannot be the traitor I mean come on he is so nice and he always follows in our steps he is always so scared of change or anything big happening! He could never make decisions on his own.”

Her voice slightly raises a hysterical laugh leaving her as she harshly wipes tears from her face. “Reggie and I are going back to the Malfoy Manor next week. I stopped taking the potion a week ago, you know the one that makes the dark mark fade. We won’t stay for much, the dark lord said he is busy with other things so this is only for a week and a stupid dinner. We will have to join him in October that will be the longest time we will spend with the Deatheaters since we started on this journey.”

She pulls her knees up and rests her chin on it.

“Barty, Evan, and Dorcas will be joining us before the dark lord's ball, that will be our final night. Will make our final escape then, Reggie and I just have to steal that dumb locket. Only the two of us know about it and Kreacher of course but we made him not talk about it, he would never disobey us. We still need to figure out where to hide it, Reggie said he knows a place but didn’t want to talk more about it.” She now looks up.

“You’ll be born soon, Madam Pomfrey said so on Lily’s last check-up.” Her hand reached up to the locket rubbing her thumb over the top of it. “I would have preferred it to end before that but it’s not happening.” She scooted closer to the camera now her voice dropping to a whisper. Like this, the deep purple bags under her eyes were more visible a faint red hand mark over her throat.

“Lily and James will be moving. All of us are. It’s been sitting in our silences the dark truth of it. We won’t be together anymore.” She looked down in sorrow her face covered by the shadows around the room. “Sirius doesn’t want to admit it. We keep fighting about it but we all already have our spaces picked. Barty and I are moving back in with Dad, he hasn’t been doing too well since that attack on him and Mad-eye.”

She looked back up her eyes void of emotion darkness taking her pretty eyes.

“I won’t lose anyone else. It won’t happen again.” With that, the video ends.    

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Two days have passed since the last video he had watched.

His Mother called worried for her baby Bambi and he had no heart to deny the request for a simple dinner at the Manor. He was lured over with promises of his friend and most of his aunts and uncles.

Ophelia was there too.

His aunt ever the bright ball of starlight causing mischief with his dad and uncles. He wanted to tell her and ask a million questions about the videos, but he never got a chance to talk with her in private.

By the time he had gotten sleepy, the clock had hit midnight and his parents insisted he slept over, which he could once again not deny. So Here he was two full days later returning to the Place with extra food packed by his mother (including cookies, cooked food for two more days, and even a thermos of tea) safely stored away in the fridge by Kreacher.

He once again sat down in his room opening the box full of tapes. He had separated the tapes into multiple piles. He reached for the not-yet-watched-August pile and stared at the first tape. The label was covered in tiny hand-drawn balloons and a tiny birthday cake sat next to the date. August first it had read. The day after his birthdate. He leaned forward and popped the tape into the player.

Static sounded and the black screen was taken over by color.

“It is the first of August 1980! Baby Harry, you were born!”

The girl is wearing a lavender knitted sweater which is hanging loosely over her right shoulder black overalls covering the top. Her face is still pale, and black bags are heavy under her eyes which look tired. But her face is covered with a bright smile which hides the true nature of her well-being.

“I was there! I mean we all were! You were born in Hogwarts, we are still here but Madam Pomfrey doesn’t let us all in at once! It’s only your dad and mom with you right now! But we all saw you! You look just like your dad but those eyes, yeah they are your mother's beautiful green eyes.” She looks wistfully into the distance. “So many bad things happened recently but now here you are! Our hope and pride.”

She spins around like she is looking for someone before leaning closer to the camera. “Peter hadn’t shown up, he has been distant recently. I still don’t trust him.”

She looks around again before she takes long strides and steps out a seemingly back door.

“I still haven’t told anybody yet. I don’t know who I could but my dreams have been more and more recent and it’s all about him… It's still hard for me to tell dreams from prophecy but Peter has been haunting me for months now. I would love to tell Barty but he would kill him in an instant. And so would the others with the amount of nerves we have built up during this war.”

She leans against the wall of the castle looking up to the sky. It’s a beautiful day the sky is covered in fluffy white clouds it’s obvious that it’s a hot summer day yet the knitted sweater sits heavy on her shoulders. “Anyway,”

As she turns back to the camera the blinding secretive smile is back on her face “This week is for celebration I don’t want to think about anything else. No bad things. No Wormtail..” She sighed heavily again before turning back inside.

“Moony!” She said loudly as she dropped the camera the magical item floating into the middle of the hospital.

The thing followed her clumsily shaking as it showed the tall man lean down and lift the small girl into the air her feet dangling limply as she buried her head in his neck. “Hi, Whiskers.” He holds her tight for a few seconds before putting the girl down and ruffling her hair.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” His voice is rough he looks more tired now since the last time he had appeared in a video, two new scars breaking through his handsome face. She at least looks ashamed before a grin takes over her face again. “Nah, someone needed to stand guard over our deer family. Barty was with me though he just fell asleep halfway.”

She giggled away at her last comment but Remus’ face looked disappointed, his face never hit anger with the girl, he could never be angry at her.

“Anyway!” She pulled the camera in with her outreached right hand and grabbed Remus with the other skipping closer to the end of the hallway. “Don’t you feel nostalgic Moony?! Not for the times when you did everything alone but to the second year and on!”

She reached near the backroom and sat him down on a bed plopping next to him and floating the camera out in front.

“I do feel it.” He has a gentle smile on his face as he leans onto his knees resting his face in his palm. Harry could see his aunt's face scrunching up as she looked towards the camera for a second before turning back to Remus.

“I need to talk to you about something.” She blurts it out suddenly her voice strained her gaze looking around once again franticly. “Is everything alright?” He leans in closer his gaze flicking to the camera.

The noise suddenly cuts out as she starts whispering in his ear. Harry leans closer to the TV and even turns the sound up, but he soon has to accept that the sound has been turned off. His face grows pale first then angry and then it rests natural.

As she finishes and leans back again she reaches for the camera and it shuts off.  

Harry leaned back as he stared at the now-dark TV screen. Did his uncle Moony believe his aunt's dreams? He searched for the next August tape and only found one more making him nervous. He quickly leaned forward and started up the tape.

"It is the 18th of August."

Her voice was low and she was once again in the bathroom of the Potter Manor. She looked sickly. Face paler than usual, eyes baggier than ever before, face sunken in. She wore a tank top once again and her hair was held back in a loose braid.

"Sorry for the get-up once again Harry." She not only looks sick but sounds sick. "Today's video won't be a happy one, I'm sorry in advance."

She let out a loud sigh once again rubbing her face harshly before looking up to the camera. "We leave for the Manor tomorrow. Almost a full year undercover with the Deatheaters. Barty, Evan, and Dorcas are already there. It's only Regulus and I left once again." She keeps scratching her left forearm the harsh black inked lines of the dark mark a startling contrast to her freckled skin.

"There won't be any September or October videos, sorry. I can't risk them finding my camera or anything so I'll be leaving it all here hidden under our bed in the guest room."

Her skin is slowly turning a disgusting red around the mark but the girl doesn't even seem close to stopping. "Only Remus and Lily know where I have hidden them, I've made the promise not to tell anyone. It's only a percussion if I-" Her voice cuts out for a second before gulps "-If I die."

Her gaze hardens once again and stares at the camera.

"I'm still haunted by the images of Pettigrew. I know it's him. It has to be him. He hasn't been home in a month, lying stupidly about being away on a mission. So I asked McGonagall and she goes and says that Peter Pettigrew has not received a brand new mission for the past two months. The fucking rat!"

Her rambling takes over to real Ophelia fashion but this one is manic.

Like a true mental breakdown.

The scratching gets faster, her eyes widen, and starts to look crazed her breathing picking up in pace.

"I need hard evidence it's him. I need to show them because I know the boys won't believe me." She slows with each word before she comes to a full stop leaning forward on her hands.

She lifts her head now close to the camera her eyes look almost insane, Harry can see the crackle of anger and magic twisting the soft gaze he was used to from his aunt. "Remus called me crazy. He said they were only dreams. My head is making it up because Peter has been away the most out of us, he said. That I shouldn't accuse our friend of such things, he said. That I should keep quiet about this, he said."

Tears slowly welled up in her eyes now rolling down her cheeks in fat drops.

"I'm not crazy, Harry. I know it's him. And I will prove it to them."

She reached up and the video suddenly ended black screen taking over the TV once again.

Harry didn't watch any videos after that for the next four days.

[regulusstarz]

If you know me, you know im a HUGE fan of XOXO droplets. But recently, my sibling has gotten me into EPIC: the musical. And what did i do? Ofcourse i started constructing an AU, haha.

But! This AU includes both mine and my best friend's @natelawtism oc's!! Also credits to him for letting me yap about it and coming up with ideas with me, ur the coolest.

First off: The roles! (Mind you this is a somewhat work-in-progress, im currently still thinking out all the Lore haha), the ones who have a (?) Behind them are things I'm still thinking over!

Odysseus: Nate

Penelope: Rowan (sylvie's oc)

Calypso: Koi (my oc)

Circe: Lyra (my oc)

Polites: Everett (?)

Aeolus: Luciane (my oc)

Telemachus: Evalie (Sylvie's oc)

Sirens: JB & Missy (?)

The prophet: Lynn (?)

The Gods stay the same! Except for Aeolus (and Calypso).. but shhh, we don't talk about that.

Feel free to ask questions about it! I'll probably make more posts in the future <3 (some drawings coming soon perhaps)

[kanekoii]

How do you think xsoleil would confess to their crush?

lyra’s notes -> METHINKS THIS IS A GREAT REQUEST I LOVE U ANON

pairings -> xsoliel x gn! reader

genre -> scenario filled to the brim with fluffles

song -> same scent - oneus

warnings -> lowkey set in japan a little cuz i miss living there a lot

VER VERMILLION •

such a soft boy oh my god. he’d confess in the early spring when all the flowers are blooming and the trees are blowing so gently in the warm breeze. the soul prophet would be hiding his face just a little behind his asymmetrical hair. his rose colored eyes shone with nervousness as he quietly whispers his love for you as the flowers he had picked for you fell on the ground and swirled around with the breeze. the flowers only fell on the ground because you didn’t have any room for them when your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands combing through his beautiful hair as you gave him the most gentle kiss. his lips were soft against yours as his eyes narrowed in pure happiness. ver’s pale face was dusted with blush as you walked hand in hand with the student counsel president.

MELOCO KYORAN •

she has a tendency to push herself really hard for the benefit of other students. you’d become concerned for her well-being and visit her at her house to find her sitting on the ground with other people’s homework surrounding her as she looked like she was about to cry from stress. you decided to help her with the things she needed to get done, and she eventually fell asleep on your shoulder. her dark hair was tousled and splayed around her face and deep purple hoodie. meloco’s confession would be sleepy and you had doubted it at first, but she said it again the next day just to confirm that she really did have feelings for you and had since you met. her cheeks were the same bright pink color as her eyes when she had confessed her love for you, earning her a gentle kiss on either blushing cheek.

HEX HAYWIRE •

traditional love letter all the way. hex would at first be conflicted on wether or not he was to express his feelings at all, but he decided it would be better to express it than to keep it secret. he’d leave the letter on your desk during your lunch when you were gone to get something. it was folded so delicately that you had to debate wether or not to open it at all. on the paper was hex’s pretty, yet slightly messy handwriting. the letter was so beautifully written, detailing the ways you were beautiful in his eyes, which was ultimately everything about you. his confession of love is the most beautiful, with the letter illuminating his feelings for you down to the smallest detail. it ended with a simple “i love you.” right above his signature, with a small heart drawn next to it.

KOTOKA TORAHIME •

she confesses spontaneously. the two of you would just be hanging out after school and randomly deciding to go to the beach. it was a late summer day, the intermediary between summer and autumn where the days are hot but the nights are as cold as ice. especially when on the beach, the cold and salty air fluttering around you and kotoka as the both of you play in the sand amidst the ever so gently crashing waves. it would be quick, nearly lost in the moment entirely. just a quiet “i love you so much oh my god!” that disappears in the sound of the crashing waves. she knew you heard it from the way you looked at her with an indecipherable expression on your face. not a moment later, she knew you felt the exact same by the kiss you gave her, wrapping your arms around her curvy frame and planting a gentle kiss right on her forehead, then both her cheeks, then her soft lips.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

he would confess in winter, when the both of you were walking around a shopping district together. he cautioned you to be careful because he didn’t want you to get a cold, and initially you thought nothing of it. he just wanted you healthy, that’s all. yet as the sun finished its descent under the horizon and the night became bitterly cold, accompanied by dark clouds covering the stars, doppio wrapped his jacket around you and bought you a warm drink. the way his normally pale face was flushed on his nose and cheeks from cold was oddly cute to you as the two of you walked. you offered to share your drink with him and he denied it, obviously flustered. the district was nearly empty, most people having gone home in the wake of the bitter cold. powdery snow started to fall so gently from the sky, causing a smile to appear on your face as you danced around in it, doppio right by your side. it eventually devolved to slow dancing in the snow, with you remarking that you wouldn’t leave him until you freeze. he leaned in a little, a small smirk on his flushed face. when he said the three words you had been waiting for for god knows how long, the distance between you and him was closed in response.

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: D.I.L.F. Fest

D.I.L.F. Fest 2023:

Doctor's Orders by Wanderingfair - E, one-shot - “You ignored me,” he whispered, dropping his mouth to her ear. “I noticed it.” She was incensed by his ability to slow them down. “It wasn’t because I never thought of you,” she sighed, dropping her head back as he continued to kiss around her ear. “It was because I thought about you so much, Draco.” “I can’t take this,” He lifted her up until she was mounted on the kitchen island. OR The story of how gray sweatpants tortured Hermione Granger for over a decade.]

Begin again by Goldenbucky - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger attends her twentieth anniversary reunion at Hogwarts. In the presence of her ex-husband and his new wife, she can’t wait to leave. But then, Draco Malfoy shows up. And boy, has he grown.

Double the Trouble by nissasxnotes - G, WIP - Lyra Malfoy was raised in England by her single father, Draco Malfoy. Aurora Granger was raised in New York City by her single mother, Hermione Granger. Unbeknownst to the girls, they are twins who were separated when their parents divorced. Draco and Hermione are hoping the girls don't find out the truth when they both board the Hogwarts Express on September 1, 2014. However, when the Sorting Ceremony does not go as anyone anticipates, the secrets may be harder to keep than either of them thought possible.

All Bark, No Bite by aplacetostart - E, one-shot - “You know exactly how I feel about the Auror Office, Malfoy.” “That’s Captain Malfoy to you.” “I’d rather call you daddy.”

"To the Parents of..." by SiriuslyDemented - E, one-shot - Scorpius Malfoy is failing Professor Granger's class, which means she has to send a letter home informing his parents. The meeting with his very hot, very single father, goes anything but as planned. "Is this for me, Professor?" He purred. "Yes." Hermione sighed. "Thank Salazar."

Good Girls Get Rewarded by spicyxpisces - E, one-shot - After a long day, Draco takes care of Hermione in more ways then one.

Welcome to Diagon Alley by TeslaMalfoy - E, one-shot - Hermione knew that Draco had bought the Leaky Cauldron. It had been announced on the front page of the Prophet when Tom sold it to retire—she had assumed that he bought it as an investment. Never did she think he would be working the bar, let alone, wiping down the bar at a quarter till midnight with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing off his tattoo-covered arms.

Parent/Teacher Tryst by What_The_Fawkes - not rated, one-shot - After a rough period, post-divorce, Hermione is called to Hogwarts to discuss her daughter's behavior. She gets far more than she expects when a familiar face greets her...

The Baby is Crying - ruminations (tannacious) - M, one-shot - In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the DILF_Fest collection. Prompt: “She/he won’t stop crying. I hate it when he/she’s crying”

This fest is onging.

[nighting-crow]

hi there o/

could i hear abit about ur tes ocs? they seem super neat :3

ngl forgot I had my asks open

But ofc (^o^) (it's going to be long so strap in. Specifically Sorayne, and ill only do dlcs where ive diverged the canon; Dog/Emrys arent mine and belong to my friends so their ramble will be from them and what theyve played)

TES ONLINE

Sorayne:

Redguard; Templar - Bastion of Light; 23 at the start of main quest; Bisexual, Panromatic

MAIN QUEST

Sorayne was (and is) my Vestige from the first time I've played it around 2 years ago.

She was born in a small village on the Hammerfell/High Rock border, where she soon met a Breton named Einar, who would become her best friend. She grew up very religious, and worshipped Kynareth in specific, though she respected all Aedric gods.

Around the age of 18, she went off on a voyage/pilgrimage, leaving Einar behind in the small village they grew up in.

When she returned, Einar was nowhere to be found, after asking around, she found out that he was prosecuted for Daedra worship.

Struck with grief, she left once more, this time with no plan to return. For the longest time she made a living from bounties and selling extra game. She did this until she was 23, in which she left for Daggerfall.

(We all know what's coming next, yes?)

Anyway, on the docks, she bumps into a hooded figure who told her about some benefactor and the fate of the world.

Here's where canon slightly diverges; Sorayne, although sacrificed, isn't sacrificed by Mannimarco, but an unnamed Worm Cultist.

She ends up in Coldharbour about a week and a half before Lyris meets her (and Dog/Emrys) during a jailbreak.

Problem upon returning to Nirn is she doesn't remember who she is. She didn't have the Prophet's protection initially, but rather her deity's (which was weaker in Molag Bal's domain). This led to her slowly descending into madness rather than almost instantly. (coughtheballadofjanedoewhocough)

Rest of the Main Quest proceeds as normal, with Sorayne breaking down about who she was and why she feels longing for someone. Why she feels an ache in her heart yet no memory to correlate it to.

She's begged The Prophet to show her who she was when he showed her, Dog, and Emrys the vision/echo of the past.

One night she cried to Lyris and Sai about her missing memories.

Memories are regained when the Amulet of Kings is used against Molag Bal and her soul merges with The Prophet (that's what happens right? I have don't mq in a while)

Dark Brotherhood

She was reluctant to join the guild of assassins. In her defense: Naryu.

However, Dog was rather excited for the idea, and didn't shy away from the opening task. Begrudgingly, she followed Dog's footsteps and also assassinated someone. (Although if you ask her, saying that was an assassination would be an insult to the name)

She enjoyed chatting with those that welcomed the conversation. She didn't like the insults she could see behind Elam Drals' eyes.

She felt sick when she saw the body of Cimbar. Cheap Assassin or not (who was she kidding. She was one as well); no one deserved that. However, she saw the golden chains and immediately felt an Aedra's chosen was at work.

When Hildegard ran off, she was worried sick. She's lost one friend she wouldn't loose another.

She was enraged when The Black Dragon killed Mirabelle, although she tells herself it's because she had no power to try to stop her, but really it's because she began to care for Mirabelle.

She felt much more satisfaction when killing Lyra/The Black Dragon. And admittedly she was tired of running and killing. Yet of course there was one more soul to be sent to The Void.

She died a few times during the final battle, but much less that Emrys and Dog did. She never wants to remember what it feels like as your lungs fill up with your own blood.

Summerset

As I've mentioned in a previous post, Veya didn't go evil and instead was on the Vestige trio's side during the storyline. Summerset proceeds as normal, with Sorayne feeling a mix of hatred and guilt towards Leythen and the entire scenario with Valsirenn.

Sorayne, Dog, Emrys have no quarrels in ending the Court of Bedlam. Atleast not until Tundilwen has a little chat with Sorayne (when you first get the option to make the connection of Tundilwen being Veya). Sorayne refused to believe it. She later tried to plead with them that she was told they were dead. That they couldn't possibly hold her at fault for the rumors of others when she was gone for the better part of the year.

Later in the story but before the conversation with Tundilwen after Nocturnal's betrayal to the Court, Clavicus Vile reaches out to Sorayne with whispers of promises. Promises for a reality where Einar never fell under Nocturnal's control. Promises where she never turned out the monster she was.

She was on the edge of giving in when Veya found out about her thoughts. aka Veya does what Sorayne tried to do during Vvardenfell story zone questline.

Gold Road

Skipping to here bc I don't remember what happened in Necrom so I idr what was that and what was Gold Road. However, I will admit, there is some recent Avowed inspo mixed in to how diverged this canon gets

Anyway

Sorayne signed the contract with Hermaeus Mora. She trusted Emrys enough to trust his Prince. And once again, she was ensnared in a plot that concerns reality.

However, when she met Ithelia in that inn, lost, confused, mortal in all but death. She couldn't convince herself to not care about the Forgotten Prince. Not when she saw herself. She wondered if she walked Ithelia's path in another reality. She figured she could play the role well. She helped Ithelia regain some sense of who she is/was without a second thought. Something she commonly did and was always told it'd bite her in the ass one day.

During the adventure and travels across different paths, Sorayne respected Ithelia to a degree higher than Hermaeus Mora. That respect only increased when Sorayne had collapsed after the final path and Ithelia was the only to rent a room and take her to bed. Ithelia was still there when she awoke, and Sorayne was embarrassed with how...curious...Ithelia looked at her.

She told Dog about what happened and Dog understood. Dog was one for chaos. If she could twist the strings she would without a care of any consequences. The only real issue was trying to persuade Emrys. The Dunmer called Dog and Sorayne insane for entertaining the idea of siding with Ithelia.

Anyway, come final battle with Ithelia, Torvesaard (i hoe that's how u spell it. I'm not looking it up.) never absorbs her power, as Sorayne and Dog (and Emrys) had gotten Mora and Ithelia to talk rather than fight. They find out that the whole reason Ithelia was imprisoned in the first place was because the Princes also feared Jyggalag's power and hindered him by cursing him with the reality of Sheogorath. And therefore, led to Ithelia being too much for reality whenever madness ruled over order.

Long Story short, Ithelia is kind of put into a scenario like Jyggalag. This lasts until HoK (Hermes) mantles Sheogorath, and Ithelia is now free to be free

Crushes really hard on Naryu and she knows it. And when she met Ashur? Also crushed. But did so respectfully. (That post i have abt Val and Sorayne; yes these are the two Morag Tong.)

Sorayne was the one shot in the head by Inigo, not Crow.

Sorayne, when hearing from Kaidan and Gabrielle about their traumas in relation to Dagon, was ready to square up with the Prince. They get to the shrine during "Old Love, Old Hate" and Sorayne's glaring fucking daggers at the shrine.

During "The Cause" cc content, Sorayne desperately wanted to run off and find either Dagon, Feah'al or Rosalind.

She was forced to stay by Gabrielle.

Dog

Khajiit; Nightblade - Umbral Assassin; 21 at the start of Main Quest. (Any Pronouns); Pansexual; Panromantic

Dog's backstory is still in the process of being made.

Dog almosted immediately became friends with Cadwell. Much to Emrys' horror.

Dog's least favorite person in the Five (four) Companions was Abnar. He was too controlling and self centered for them.

At the end of Morrowind/the Vvardenfell zone story, Dog actually went on the ship to Summerset with Veya. The two actually bonded and got really close to each other during the journey.

Dog became an Eye for the Queen rather early in life. And they and Razum-dar were a thing.

Naryu was equally annoyed with both of them during "The Sweetroll Killer" quest, the only buffer being Sorayne as Emrys wasn't present for this.

"Dog is evil alcoholic klepto"

Why do you think they were so on board with betraying the contract with Hermaeus Mora?

Dog acts often without thinking (except for what the funniest action would be).

At the time of Skyrim when Dog heard about Dragons, Dog practically bolted for Skyrim.

They met Emrys somewhere in Cyrodiil and then traveled together.

Dog respects Caryalind. As they used to be a Queen's Eye, they felt a similar duty to the Dominion Prince.

Dog's least favorite follower is Xelzaz. Reason? They don't like the Telvanni.

Emrys

Dark Elf (Dunmer); Arcanist - Desolation Scholar (bit of training in healing, lost interest in it when he became practically immortal); 120 at the start of Main quest; (He/Him); Greysexual, Cupioromantic

Theme: "Alive I" by Precious Jewel Amor

Jerk in the beginning of Main Story. He's snarky in a way that puts Abnar Tharn to shame.

Used to be in a cult dedicated to Hermaeus Mora and left for Davon's Watch one day because he was bored.

Had two close friends in said cult (currently unnamed)

Desperately wants to wring Mannimarco's skin ever since he woke up in Coldharbour.

Mad that his powers weren't the strongest in Coldharbour.

The Prophet calls him Soulless. So now he could brag to his friends about it. (They constantly poked at him for not expressing much emotion).

Dog was the bane of his existence for the longest time. "That damned cat won't shut the fuck up about *whatever has Dog's interest*"

Isnt huge on being a comfort person until he was the one sent to talk to Veya. (They're siblings your honor)

Still has an attitude around the time of Skyrim, though it's much less.

Keeps his mouth fucking SHUT around Gabrielle. He isn't trying to piss her off. He likes his life. Gets teased by Varrick for it.

Crow: "Mora wants me to-"

Emrys: "FUCK!!"

TES OBLIVION

Hermes

Imperial; Barbarian; 28 at the beginning of Oblivion; Androsexual

Unfortunately; backstory is still being made

Was imprisoned for a false accusation of murder. Guard had no care of him or what cell he went into, hence why he was thrown into the cell with the escape route.

When he rescued Martin from Kvatch he was annoyed. He didn't want to be wrapped up in this. He hated the gods for the irony of HIM having to guide a priest of Akatosh.

During the trip to Weynon Priory, Hermes begins to appreciate Martin's company. And when they went to Cloud Ruler Temple, he would consider the two of them friends. Throughout the main quest, the two grew closer and before the battle where you close the big Oblivion Gate (give me a break, I haven't played in months) Martin makes a promise with Hermes that after everything is through and he is titles Emperor, he offer a similar position to Hermes. (They gay af. Good for them. Yet Dagon is homophobic 🙄)

Dont remember much about him, but he did grow close to Lucien LaChance before he was killed.

As that one Dagoth Ur guy said "The Champion was mad before he even set foot on the Shivering Isle".

When he mangled Sheogorath, and Ithelia was also set loose, he just looked at her and said, very exhausted "THERES ANOTHER ONE OF US!?"

they become besties by nature ofc

TES SKYRIM

only doing Crow bc I have too many and I'm doing all I can in one night otherwise I will never get it done

Crow (Birthname: Eldoria)

Nordic Imperial; doesn't have a specific class but is a minor Pyromaniac; might as well be 16 at the start of Skyrim; (She/Her); some fucking flavor of queer idk

Was born in Rivenspire, with the name Eldoria, and was there for most of her childhood, she has a twin brother named Vivian, and an older brother by nine years named Ezio.

One night when she was 5, Thalmor agents intruded on their home and killed her father (ex blade). Eldoria was afraid and out of instinct, triggered fire magic (related to her dragon soul being one of a fire dragon). Terrified of her now burning hands, she stumbled against the wooden wall. Which surprise surprise, caught fire.

Unknown to her at the time, Vivian awoke when she had first collided with the wall in terror and was quick to run away at the first sight of flames. It was only the twins and their father at home. Their mother was at the Imperial City doing merchant things, and their brother was with a friend training for the Legion.

Vivian ran to tell guards who were stationed night watch about the disaster at his home.

Back to Eldoria/Crow, she was surrounded by flames, yet besides her hand and forearms, didn't burn at her, simply everything around her.

A guard was able to brave the flames and get to her. They calmed her down to where she was no longer actively using magic, and carried her from the burning house.

More lore that I haven't really written, except for the fact that she finds out her mother kind of set her father up after an argument a month before the incident.

Their mother eventually remarried to a wealthier man, who had a prestarted family, yet still she was the oldest at the house (her brother was now with the Legion so she technically is second oldest but he isn't around often, and their mother and father are mostly absent. Doing...things. with eachother).

Time Skip to about 15 years old, Eldoria gets attacked one night at an inn by a superstitious patron for her freakish "elven" looks. (White eyes, albeit rare, were seen in Altmer. Never humans.)

Eldoria defends herself well enough but is kicked out for disrupting the "peace" of the inn.

Later that week, Eldoria and Vivian sneak out to a small grove they discovered years ago.

As they passed through the wooded area surrounding their special spot, a group of friends (as well as unnamed patron from the inn) spot them. They ambush them with the intent to kill.

Vivian gets his throat sliced by someone before Eldoria could burn them alive. When it's only her standing, she cradles her twin's head in her hands. She doesn't want to believe he's dead. He couldn't be. She cries herself to sleep, not a hard feat after her magicka usage. She doesn't awake in the woods however, instead it's a peaceful room with a warm ambience. The bed she's in is comfortable, her body ached, specifically where she probably either had broken ribs or a cut from a dagger. She didn't know. Didn’t remember the specifics.

When she tried to shift to see why her side ached so much, the door creaked open to reveal a Redguard (go on. Guess who it is.) who is carrying a steaming bowl of what smells like chicken and...something.

"Glad to see you're awake. You sleep like the dead you know?"

Eldoria let the Redguard, Sorayne, take care of her. Her name wasn't asked, which she appreciated. Even as nice as a person Sorayne seemed to be, giving your name to a stranger probably isn't the best idea.

Eventually, the offer to stay with her and her friends comes up after Eldoria says she doesn't wish to return home. She takes it. And its then that a name is asked for.

Her mind blanked. She knew running away with the same name, same look, is stupid, and so she hesitated. Thinking. Perhaps a name that alluded to everything that led her here, her...misfortunes.

"Crow, I think."

Not quite a year later, Sorayne offers to take Crow to Skyrim for a trip she was doing. Crow took it and the two went to Skyrim, and camped just outside of Darkwater Crossing. There they heard the sounds of Imperials.

Crow gets spotted by a Battlemage and Sorayne puts herself between the two.

This makes a minor altercation where Sorayne and Crow ultimately loose. Sorayne gets "killed" and the battlemage hits Crow with an Elemental Blast spell, which finds its mark on her left shoulder and burns her upper left arm, left chest, lower left face.

Skyrim then Skyrims

The civil war doesn't really happen (this is stuff I'm still writing, but ik Crow gets her dumbass imprisoned by the Thalmor)

She meets the modded followers I've posted about. And gets close with Gabrielle (not as close as Sorayne winkwinknudgenudge /j), Kaidan, Remiel, and Varrick in particular.

Cant think about Crow right now, but the timeline is

Main Quest > Mora's Daedric Quest + Lower Level Side Quests + (Legacy starts) Wyrmstooth > College of Winterhold > Sheogorath Daedric Quest, More Side Quests + Sirenroot/Falskaar > The Companions > Clockwork + Midwood Isle > Dawnguard > Meridia, Hircine, Azura, Clavicus Vile Daedric Quests + Thane of every hold besides Windhelm > Thieves Guild > Rest of Daedric Quests + Moonpath To Elsweyr + Moon and Star (Nerevarine in my oc Red-Tail; not mentioned here bc I haven't played enough Morrowind) > Dark Brotherhood > Dragonborn

Sorry for the long rant

[outrunningthedark]

So…. Chelsea and Lyra don’t get to defend their belt at mania?? Or the street prophets?? The Smackdown men’s tag team division has been on fire? Triple H come on man ?

Sigh.

I said this some weeks ago during an episode of Raw, but with the way WWE doesn't seem as invested in the men's tag division since the Usos split up (because Jimmy and Jey isn't the same thing as the Usos uplifting The Bloodline), *I'd* rather the titles be shared between brands at this point just as they are for the women. Give us six or eight-man tag matches for the championship regularly so more teams can be featured. Let the guys go back and forth between shows and strike up new rivalries. The fan base isn't gonna care about certain wrestlers until Triple H makes them care by putting them in front of the crowds. The IC & US Women's titles...I'm sure the intent was genuine re: awarding women more individual opportunities for a title. But then Wrestlemania comes around and everyone is SO focused on getting the usual suspects on the card - most of whom hold no gold - that they (sadly) forget to make room for the newest women's champions. Which is why Lyra has ended up in a tag team with Bayley despite having her own title that could have been defended in a separate match. Mind-boggling how Wrestlemania can be a two-day event with so many matches and still have us feeling like something's missing, isn't it?

[d0reah]

PARAMOURS AND A POSITION OF POWER. paramours in Lys hold a high position in a household they are chosen. while some houses might have more than one paramour, it is rare. while not the wife of the household, a paramour is just as important in a Lyseni household and often offers heirs when the wife cannot. A paramour can become a wife as well. A lyseni paramour is called Jorrāelin / Jorrāelina, derivative from the Valyrian word Jorrāelagon, meaning love. A Jorraelin is a male paramour while the Jorraelina is the female paramour. Their function in the household is permanent, with apartments and their own attendants as well if they wish to, and it is encouraged, to learn the arts if they have not. Many paramours know archery, lyra, music and general household managing, alongside politics. When the Jorraelina becomes a wife, her title changes to Bēdārila, another derivate of Valyrian which for them means High Princess. Any children they have as a Jorraelina are legitimate by law though not in the line of succession unless the wife had not been able to bare children. Upon becoming Bedarila, she runs the household. As a Jorraelina/ Jorraelin, they would wear a tunic or toga with the color of their House, signifying who they belong to. If they are the only lover, they will wear also a bracelet or pin with the personal coat of arms of their paramour. Lyseni born Jorraelins wear two belts and often in softer colors and creams, while those who were born outside of Lys wear more earthy palettes and wear only one belt, with the colored tunic. After 10 years, if there is no marriage proposal from their paramour, the Jorraelina is allowed to find a marriage elsewhere, with their paramour having a hand in choosing their husband, usually someone inside their own House.

Doreah herself was a Jorraelina to Prince Lysandro Orthys and the Prince of House Dagaeron, while it was rare she had two paramours, Doreah was considered special to others and thus, she was prophetized upon birth to be allowed to have three lovers. A Jorraelina can also handle the female warriors of a hosuehold if they are knowledgeble in the craft.

Besides this, of course their main duty it is to their paramour and to share their bed. If their paramour wishes to share their bed, there will be a rose placed on their bed on the day. Doreah herself had no need for this as while she had her own daytime rooms, she slept in the chambers of her Prince. Rumors have it, she would had become a Bedarila if King Viserys had not arrived.

[littleladymab]

did i go and make a list of all my oc ships so i could start figuring out who i wanted to write for @ockissweek? maaaaaybe (I still need to pick four more ships! wanna help me pick?)

Still Waiting

Cateryn/Raif

Arris/Kira

Mwyr

Arika/Sera

Arika/Phillip

Aneedh's Jewel

Nyana/Rikard

Maddox/Naris

Pirates

Maesina/Rodney

The Heroes of Agune

Nixa/Cryn

Redemption

Ky/Ren

Sam/Beryl

SD Verse

Wayfarer

Cameron/Reno

Jed/Tanner

Tanner/Marissa

Unity

Matilda/Ophelia

John/Abban 

Meliora

Ayn/Catoir

Ayn/Lysander

Jun/Glen

Rhys/Kaito

Keeping Time

Andrea/Christopher 

The World Listens

Ianto/Shiloh

Ean backstory/Mutiny

Ean/Clarence 

Rhea/Ered

Eileifr/Miriam/Astrid

Noah/Sebastian

Collection of Curses

Horatio/Quin

HOWL

Kerri/Penelope

The Keeper Trilogy

Cora/Winston

Elaine/Lyra

Dragon Soul

Titania/Ákos

Washer at the Ford

Fe/Othello

WonderHearts

Alice/The Dodo

Etched and Buried

Katarzyna/Łucja 

Gates of the Prophet

Corrine/Araviel

Etc characters

Davey/Theo

Clarity/Artemis

Xochitl/Ashanti

Kerri/Sol

Star Wars OCs

Kaedmon/Uriah

[blueinsomnia]

didn't know world of warcraft was among your interests! anything you want to share about rayla's intro?

Heh, the two games I play the most are World of Warcraft and Warframe. Last year, I got the wild hair to bring a WoW character into my own fantasy world. I thought it would be interesting if that character was a shaman. At the time, I had never played a shaman, so I started my research by creating one named Raylah. Read a bunch of WoW lore and stories to get an idea of how the world of Azeroth is presented outside of the game.

It was fascinating stuff since Raylah is a draenei and they live for so long (even longer than elves). I started writing the story, but stopped maybe a fourth of the way through, because I realized that I needed a better hook for the story. It felt like a bit info-dump to me and I wasn't happy with that. It's in the process of being retooled so that it'll have a real plot and characters.

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Here's a little excerpt from my early draft ( I apologize for any spelling and grammar errors):

The taste of the fairly warm coffee going down brought me a quaint calmness, allowing me to relax my nerves. The dim light in the room added to a sharp, almost subtle ambiance, intended to draw out the flickering of the flames in the fireplace. I was no stranger to this kind of mood and appreciated Lyra going out of her way to make the place comfortable for me.

"Thanks for coming, Raylah," the petite old woman said as she flopped casually into her well-worn chair.

"Thanks for inviting me, Lyra. It's not every day I get to have such esteemed company," I responded with as much care as I could.

"No need for such pleasantries," she remarked with a half-smile. "You're a guest in my home and it's not often I get visitors from across the stars."

I laughed absentmindedly well aware of her acute understanding of my situation. "Oh, so you know others like me?"

With a hearty laugh, she folded her hands on her knee. "Not exactly, but your situation isn't as rare as you believe it to be. Not that it is all that common, either."

"You sound like the leader of my people with that double speak."

"A wise person, indeed," she said with a smirk.

I took a sip of my tea as a stark vision of Velen flashed before me, causing a small smile at how much he had changed over the years. Truthfully, they had all changed. Not always for the better, but looking at our universe with more clarity was never a bad thing. Velen was always a step ahead of the rest of us as he was a prophet and was granted the clarity of true-seeing. His understanding and selflessness helped us survive thousands of years with our wits intact.

[jaspers-a-writer]

Prrha

Native to: The British Isles, more concentrated in Breteyn and Eyrland

Ethnicity: Heathens

Speakers: predominantly native heathens

Language family: Indo-European/ Afro-Asiatic/ Celtic/ Semitic creole

Early forms: Semitic-Drew

Writing system: Ogham (archaic) Hebrew (archaic) Latin (modern)

EX.

Fanaan: "Sanctuary",

Caethwas: "Slave" (from Welsh)

Navi: "Prophet" (from Hebrew)

Lokesh: "Whisperer" "Spy" (from Hebrew)

Madra: "Dog"/ Madralla: "Wolf" Madrarua: "Fox" (from Irish)

Cat: "Cat" (from Irish)/ Erya: "Lion" (from Hebrew)/ Linsz: "Lynx" (from Scottish)

Masala: "Star" (from Hebrew)

Malka: "Queen" (from Hebrew)/ Riya: "King" (from Scottish)

Manaa: "Moon" (from Old English)

Nethfa: "Colony" (from Welsh)

Striapash: "Prostitute" (from Irish)/ Shrifa:"Bound prostitute"

Gib: "Neutered"/"Spayed"/Gir: "tomcat"/Mal: "she-cat"/ Anak/ Vered/ Perak: "intersex"

Drew/ Druid/ Druyah: "of the oaks" "magician"

Si'ur: "sister" (from Old Irish)/ Br'er: "brother"/ Si'brar: "littermate"/ Kalmad: "lonely" "only child" (from Hebrew)

Math'air: "mother"/ Fath'air: "father"

Prrha names:

Sethy: Hebrew-Egyptian origin, "appointed" "God of Chaos"

Brigidallah/Brielan: Irish-Arabic origin, "Exalted"

Oholah: Hebrew origin, "her tent"

Oholibah: Hebrew origin, "My tent is in her"

Greymalkin/Grimalkin/Grimalochin: Scottish-Hebrew origin, "gray cat" "gray queen"

Lyra/Liara/Lierah: Irish-Latin origin, "Lyre"