#noctua scribbles

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ortho sketch

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I’m getting to replies tonight but some friends and I were discussing an Abyss Corrupted Kaeya and how Signe and Diluc might have to find a way to subdue him and get him to the Chasm to get him back to normal—

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Amit’s Romantic Astronomy Story to MC:

The whole friend group studying together in the Courtyard.

Sebastian: So Amit are you going to see that Gryffindor girl again?

Amit: Yeah we have plans this weekend, and if it’s a clear night I’m gonna tell her some romantic astronomy on her.

Natty: Oh that sounds like quite an evening.

MC: Like what Amit? I’d like to know.

Amit: *raises hands* I can’t do that to Sebastian, this is some powerful courting material.

Garreth: Oh now this has piqued my interest.

Poppy: Come on, Amit tell us.

Sebastian: You have my blessing, don’t be afraid to share.

Amit: *scoots over to MC and takes their hand in his gently* MC, the two brightest stars in the night sky are Altair and Vega. And it is said that they were deeply in love but were forever separated by the celestial river of the Milky Way.

MC: Oh that’s sad.

Amit: It is. But once a year on the seventh day of the seventh month Vega cries so hard that all the birds of the world fly up and create a bridge with their wings. So the two lovers could be together for a single night of passion.

MC: *awestruck* Wow.

Poppy & Natty: *sigh dreamily*

Garreth: *scribbling the idea in his parchment for the future.*

Ominis: *smiling remembering the stories his Aunt Noctua would tell him of the stars.*

Sebastian: *blushing a little bit rubbing behind his neck* Well, you were right Amit, quite powerful.

[angelsandemons]

The wrapped package was waiting at the hotel lobby for Nifty. It was a small box but inside looked to be both an ancient sheathed knife and a note.

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Miss Nifty,

I wished to express my thanks for your offer to help keep the livable parts of my castle clean. Upon asking your coworkers, this is what they said you would appreciate- albeit with some hesitance and that the mortal holiday of 'Christmas' was an appropriate time to give it. This is castle-forged steel likely dating from when Castle Noctua was more functional. I have cleaned, polished, and sharpened the blade.

I have been told I should end this letter with 'Merry Christmas',

Duedephelon Noctua Royal Steward of the Ars Goetia Castellan of Castle Noctua Keeper of the Sigils of Minerva

P.S. What does 'Merry Christmas' mean? What? What? What? What? What?

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It starts to turn into a repeated mad scribble that is swiftly halted.

Niffty was excited when she was told there was a gift for her in the lobby, running over to read the tag and see who it was from. Was it Alastor? Charlie? Maybe even Manos?

Her expression quickly changed from delight to confusion when she read the sender's name.

She didn't dislike Duedephelon by any means, she just never expected a gift from him. He always seemed so caught up in his own affairs...

She opened it calmly and delicately, at least, until she saw the first flash of metal that told her what it was. She ripped open the rest in hates, hugging the blade close with a squeal of delight.

"I'll take good care of you~"

She almost missed the note that came with it, but just before she was about to scamper off, the envelop caught her eye. She read it through completely, right down to the borderline nonsensical scribble at the end, and smiled.

"Aww."

[littlemisspascal]

Ezra’s Journal Entries #1-3

Fandom: Prospect / Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Ezra x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,269

Summary: You and I were made from the same star, you said with such conviction it stole the breath from my lungs, bound to each other for eternity by the Currents of the universe. 

Warnings: angsty fluff, Ezra’s dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics because that’s just how I chose to do it, no beta so all mistakes are mine

Author Note: I know I said Death and Angel would come out next, but I got such a inspiration high and the words came out so quickly I just told myself screw it and decided to share what I have. If anyone thinks this is a series worth pursuing, let me know. If you don’t, well, just be gentle please 💖

Cross-posted on AO3

Entries #4-6

Look for additional notes at the bottom.

My name is Ezra. 

I have my mama to thank for that. Time has erased her face from my memory, but her voice is ingrained into the tissue of my brain the same way these words are inked on this parchment. She was a bonafide believer that the meaning of a child’s name influenced the course of their destiny. When I was no taller than the height of her waist I learned my own name’s denotation: help.

It’s just a tick too ironic, isn’t it? To be destined to help others when I can’t help my own self. I gave the Green far too little credit. It didn’t just pilfer my arm to satisfy its ravenousness, it greedily stole my sense of purpose too. 

Every night I thank the deities you didn’t accompany me there. If the Green had taken you...

I know how worried you are about me, little love of mine. When I look at you, I find you already looking back, a sweet smile gracing your lips even as concern burns in your eyes as an eternal flame. From day one you’ve always been looking at me, seeing every disgraced flaw and scar—even the invisible ones carved into the darkest edges of my soul. Kevva knows I’ve never been capable of concealing anything from you, but fuck if I don’t wish I could sometimes.

You’re asleep now as I write this, tucked against my side in the vacant space my arm once occupied, drooling on my shirt. I love you so much it hurts. A black hole in my chest perpetually aching to be filled by your presence. And as we venture once more into the starry sea, our ship gliding past the imaginary wings of Noctua, I find myself recalling a theory you once told me many cycles ago about humans being made in the womb with stardust infused in their bones, linking them to the universe. You and I were made from the same star, you said with such conviction it stole the breath from my lungs, bound to each other for eternity by the Currents of the universe. 

And it’s undoubtedly selfish, but all I could think of in that tender moment beyond kissing you was how I didn’t want an eternity spent together with our cosmic bodies intertwined. 

I want longer.

Soon after we awoke and each consumed a slice of bush bread bought during our recent docking at Kamrea, you fiddled with the channels on the ship’s radio, hoping to hear news from your homeworld but cursing when you only heard static. Then, without an ounce of forewarning, music burst out with an almighty scream through the speakers at full volume, flooding the whole compartment with a woman’s warbling. It was the same crusted Vayok song that merc Inumon blared in my ears during my last night on the Green, every note an individual needle piercing my skull, impossible to ignore.

Reality deserted me, leaving me to sink to the depths of the abyss within my mind where all I could see was Cee’s pale, disturbed expression as she looked to me for guidance. I remembered how my tongue felt clumsy in my mouth as I tried my damnedest to negotiate our transport, thinking if I could just piece together the right sequence of words, if I could just get their lingering eyes off of her, then maybe, maybe we’d have a chance at salvation. 

The memories coalesced, overlapping and blurring and mixing out of order. Each one was drenched in spilt blood.

Then your pinky wrapped around mine. The touch was soft yet firm, the action childlike in its innocence. It was such a jarring contradiction to my mind’s violent narrative, my consciousness was hurtled back into the living quarters of our ship as a result. You didn’t say anything when you saw I returned to you. Instead, you swallowed down the questions lodged in your throat and led me by our entwined fingers back to our bed.

There’s a plant back home called a dandelion, you told me with my head resting in your lap, a far better comfort than any pillow could provide me. It’s the only plant in the galaxy you can see the sun, the moon and the stars when you look at it. That’s not why it’s my favorite though.

I asked how it had won your heart’s favor if not due to its resemblance to the celestial bodies, then immediately found myself mesmerized by the smile that lit up your face as you peered down at me. My chest cavity tightened as I was filled with the profound longing to be able to suspend time, if only so I could stretch this moment to match the length of our separation, if only so I could erase the old and replace it with the beautiful new.

Dandelions grant wishes, babe. Anything you wish for with your whole heart, it will be yours to have.

I told you I wouldn’t wish for anything—nothing else in the galaxy could compare to the prettiest, wisest soul I’d ever encountered in all my years traversing it. You saw right through that lie with the same confident ease you see through all my masks and diversions, but—for the second time in the span of an hour—you held your tongue.

This journal’s as good a place as any to admit the honest truth. So here it is: I wish with the entirety of my bloody, beating heart I could be the man you deserve, little love of mine. 

When you read, whether it be a book or the flight manual, you have the precious habit of mouthing the words. I don’t think you have the faintest notion you’re even doing it, which makes it all the more endearing to watch.

My brother had a similar habit, always nose deep in the yellowing pages of classic literature, except he had a proclivity to spoil the plot when he talked in his sleep. I remember there was one particular novel he returned to often, sometimes reading from beginning to end, other times seeking out specific segments he’d underlined in bold, black pen. It was a rather dreary tale about war and rivalry and the process of determining one’s own identity. I became so exasperated with my brother’s obsession I considered shredding it on more than one occasion, only to immediately hate myself for entertaining the thought.

It was only after his death—twelve whole cycles, in fact—that I summoned up the will to open the front cover. Seeing his name scribbled in the corner, cursive and neat and so utterly him, nearly had me tearing the book in half, overcome with a vicious rage I had never known prior nor have I encountered since. But by the almighty grace of Kevva I reigned it in, chaining it to the agony and fear imprisoned within the confines of my rib cage, and turned the page.

There was one segment underlined not once, but three times, nearly bleeding ink onto the page behind it. When I close my eyes, the words are tattooed on the backs of my eyelids, as haunting as they are comforting.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

The author lived and died centuries before my brother’s inception, that is an inarguable fact. 

But I know those words were written for him all the same. 

Notes: 

There is an actual theory humans are made of stardust ✨

The Sater within Prospect mention the Currents as being responsible for bringing Ezra and Cee to them, so I imagine them as similar to the Fates/Moirai in Greek mythology.

Noctua is a real life, extinct constellation that is Latin for owl. I thought within this Prospect universe it could exist as a type of landmark or coordinate. Plus I love owls 🦉

Crusted is a term from Prospect Ezra uses. Equivalent of damn. I think there’s something funny about how they use creamy as a positive adjective and crusted as negative.

Vayok is the alien language Inumon speaks within the movie, so I decided to write the song she blares as being sung in the same language

Bush bread is referenced in a deleted scene by Ezra, but a google search revealed to me it’s also a real life type of bread too

In the same deleted scene Ezra references that he has a brother. I haven’t decided his name yet/if he will have one

The book and quote Ezra refers to in #3 is John Knowles’ A Separate Peace. One of the few required reading books I liked back in high school.

The quote about dandelions being the sun, moon and stars is based on the legend of how dandelions came into existence. I always thought it was beautiful.

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[bornspellcaster]

Owlxander Noctua stays nesting on small weird looking owlet. He must keep his new hatchling warm and cozy. He coos and trills back, and then Owlxander Noctua peers over weird owlet’s head down to the paper. What is she scribbling at? He shall squawk in question and tilt his head.

Owlxander Noctua demands A SNACK FROM U

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heartslabyul casual fits

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nice to meet you, dilah spade!

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warm up doodle azul

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book 4 you will always be famous

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gala leona

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riddle wip

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anastasia x acelu

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pov u kiss sebek forehead

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happy bi day ace trappola (...and birthday i guess)

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Luca (yuu) Tapis Rouge outfit