#nox ( 001 )

[turojo]

nox blessed us with her pressence and left just as quick,,,

I look forward to the next day of her return 😞✊

[alecctoccarrow]

an open starter for anyone interested! where: the gryffindor common room when: september 13th, 1978 what: event 001 @noxstarters

This party wasn't the complete failure Alecto had expected, though she wouldn't go so far as to call it a success either. It was passable enough, with enough food that even someone as picky as her could find something to eat and the not-at-all illicitly-obtained alcohol certainly did not hurt. It didn't do much to stop Alecto's eyes from fixing on the truly horrific amount of scarlet littering the place, though, and she took a long, slow sip of her firewhiskey as she stared at one of the tapestries, attempting to set it on fire with just her eyes.

As someone walked up to her, Alecto did not pull her gaze from her target. "This entire common room is hideous," she observed with a sneer. "I'm tempted to confringo the whole bloody place." Finally turning to look at the person that had approached her, Alecto raised one eyebrow. "From the look on your face, something just happened. What is it? Tell me everything."

[alecctoccarrow]

It would have been impossible for Alecto to not come to something like this, though it did grate on her nerves to be surrounded by so many tapestries, hung about in crimson and caught in the flickering flames of the small hearth fire that burned and charred in the Gryffindor fireplace. It was nothing like the marble and water-tinged lighting of the place she called home in this castle and that alone was enough to paint a sneer on her lips. Alecto did her best to hide it with a sip of her drink.

As she raised her drink and took a small sip, that sneer faded away to be replaced with the crinkling of her nose as she began to wonder just what in the good name of Merlin they were putting in these things. It wasn't exactly the kind of crowd she'd expected at this thing, Alecto noted as she looked around. Granted, her own appearance had been spur of the moment, an examination of the common room promising nothing better than a slew of eleven-year olds for company, all determined to be the first of their friends to see a mermaid at the window.

No thank you.

This, of course, was not much better. Alecto Carrow was not meant to socialize in Gryffindor. Granted, there weren't many other options but... Well. The company was certainly lacking, and so Alecto pulled herself to the side of the room, attempting to find an area as close to a corner as she could. All the best observations occurred where people thought they weren't being watched at all, after all.

It was amusing enough for awhile. Watching someone already begin to stumble and slur their words was almost enough amusement to make up for this entire thing. The sharp, verbal jab that followed that observation made her reconsider. Not even bothering to give the woman who had the audacity to say such a thing to her, Alecto returned her attention to the room. "You can move from the corner, given that I can smell your drink from there, perhaps you ought to leave the observations to someone a bit... Better at it, hm?"

status: open to all where: gryffindor common room

rita doesn't drink.

well, she tries not to drink. a touch of firewhiskey doesn't hurt here and there. or there. or anywhere.

okay, she doesn't drink to the point where she can't control herself and ends up taking out her emotions on other people.

but rita drinks. she gets it from her father, she's sure, and it's not something she's proud of. but it's something that makes her feel less like herself and sometimes that was all she was asking for. and so she stands in the corner of the gryffindor common room, a glass of something one of the gryffindors had just about shoved into her hands when she entered sitting calmly between her loose fingers as she sips on it in observation. this was what she was good at - being quiet and staying out of the way. nobody bothered her like that, and she has a perfect opportunity to gather whatever information she wanted.

truthfully, she'd just wanted to go back to her dormitory and go to bed. but it was only nine thirty, and she didn't quite feel like wallowing in her own loneliness just yet. plus, the drink was good, whatever it was. at least it makes her feel a little bit warmer on the inside than she's used to. "bloody idiots," she mutters to herself as she watches some of those who can't hold their alcohol stumble around - already - in their stupor. when she feels a presence next to her, she wrinkles her nose in distaste. "can i help you?" she sneers lightly, raising an eyebrow as she turns towards the other.

[ecliipxe]

𐙚 — ❛ CASSIOPEIA DAWSON ❜ ➳ @ ECLIIPXE ˚⋆.

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﹟001 — OOC .ᐟ

➷　﹒﹒﹒side blog ran by @jvpiterzs﹐kinda beginner roleplayer [i've never rp'd on tumblr b4 so that's new]﹐semi-literate but flexible﹐please don't copy my oc as i've worked hard to create her﹐willing to join any rp groups!﹒ᶻz

﹟002 — OC .ᐟ

ᯓ basic

— name﹔cassiopeia ivory dawson — nicknames﹔ cassie, cas, kay, kaykay, vee, ivy, ory/ori, vivi, etc. — age / dob﹔5teen [can change if necessary], january 23rd — gender, pronouns﹔female, she/her — sexuality﹔bisexual — hometown / birthplace﹔london, england — residence﹔new jersey, usa / camp half-blood — ethnicity / nationality / race﹔british and french — languages﹔english, spanish, french, latin, greek — occupation﹔camper of camp half-blood

ᯓ life

— family﹔ 　⸝⸝ jason dawson - dad 　⸝⸝ eleanor dawson - step-mum 　⸝⸝ nyx - godly parent / mum 　⸝⸝ colton dawson - twin brother 　⸝⸝ maximus dawson - younger brother — friends﹔ 　⸝⸝ no one currently — s/o﹔none

ᯓ demigod life

— godly parent﹔nyx / nox, goddess of the night [cabin 30] — abilities﹔darkness manipulation/umbrakinesis, shadow travel, night vision, shadow camouflage — magical weapon﹔"vesperus astrum" or "the evening star," a silver ring — kind of like a fiddle ring that spins, the inside etched with the cassiopeia constellation [hence the name]. has a star on it and when pressed turns it into a dagger. — years at camp﹔new at camp!

ᯓ appearance

— height﹔5'5 feet / 165 cm — weight﹔104 lb — hair﹔black, long, wavy — eyes﹔hawk-like blue-gray eyes — piercings﹔ear piercing — style / clothing / accessories﹔doesn't rlly have one / mix || acubi y2k, grunge, a lot yk || usually wears silver rings coz it helps w her habit of fiddling, hair is usually in a ponytail, likes mainly baggy clothes [hoodies and stuff like that coz she gets cold easily] [hands are like ALWAYS cold] — faceclaim﹔victoria bronova — voiceclaim﹔lila moss

ᯓ ratings﹠ about

— intelligence﹔5/5 — stamina﹔4/5 — strength﹔3/5 — speed﹔4/5 — confidence﹔3/5 — kindness﹔5/5 — good traits﹔intelligent, caring, generous, loyal, cautious — neutral traits﹔quiet, sarcastic, honest, stubborn — bad traits﹔people pleaser — habits﹔fiddling, zoning out — likes﹔music, training, walking, reading, baking, etc. — dislikes﹔when people disrespect family or friends, someone sacrificing themselves for her, etc.

ᯓ skills

— skills﹔can use daggers/knives/sword, can box and do muay thai — weaknesses / flaws﹔avoidant attachment, anxious attachment — strengths﹔the night, darkness, shadows — alignment [good/bad/neutral]﹔good — strategies﹔tbd . . . — specialties﹔best with daggers/knives or just her weapon in general — extra﹔calculates all her moves very carefully

ᯓ backstory

tbd . . .

ᯓ extra

　⸝⸝ legacy of poseidon and athena 　⸝⸝

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[he11follows]

𐕣 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 & 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 .

ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ : things that go bump in the night. dimly lit rooms , the sweetest honey is loathsome, weight of the devils horn, cults & indoctrination, if looks could kill, sharp teeth and sharper lies, abandoned at birth.

𝐇𝐄𝟏𝟏𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒  |  Selective  &  mutually  exclusive  DAMIEN  THORN  of  :  THE  OMEN  novelization. Inspired by an AU take into the ᴺᴱᴼᴺ film 𝕴𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊,  twisted  with  various  media  and  literary   works  of  gothic  horror  .  triggering  themes   and    mature    content present, minors dni.  

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heavily affiliated with @wickedslip. ( rules & carrd under co)

𐕣･ﾟ 001. carrd . 𐕣･ﾟ 002. promo . 𐕣･ﾟ 003. pintrest .

[alders-simblr]

36 Alder Lane (Willow Creek - 001) Lite

First house in my project for my save. I'm doing two versions, the lite version and the loaded version. More on that later. This is the lite version and you can find it on the gallery under my username alderwitch - make sure you have Custom Content checked.

Lite version will have everything needed to start playing but I haven't gone in and cluttered and tweaked the build to make it looked lived in. Loaded versions are going to have a much longer list of custom content, lots more clutter and less empty spaces available to make it your own and a higher price point typically in Simoleans to purchase.

This is a house designed with the idea of a big family in mind. It has a large chef's kitchen, laundry room and both formal living room and cozy den along with a half bath. Upstairs are three rooms for the kids, along with a dedicated bath while the master suite and office take up the third floor. Though the yard is small, it boasts outdoor grill space, a pool and a small grass area perfect for young kids.

I'm personally using it as one of the lots to fast track my founder families that I'm building my save with.

-> Built with bb.moveobjects and TOOL.

Packs Used: Growing Together, HSY, Eco Lifestyle, Seasons, Parenthood, Dineout, Spa Day, Bust the Dust, Laundry Day

CC Used: Madame Ria: Back To Basics, Unremarkable Stairs LeafMotif: Painted Mailboxes, Eloise Syboulette: Aquarium, Laundry, Millennial Kitchen, Playa Amoebae: Eco Lifestyle Woods in Image Spectra Walls that Make Sense: Dynasty, Fundamentals, Lights, Opulence Pierisim: Oak House pt 4, MCM 5, MCM 3, MCM 2, Auntie Vera, Teenie Weenie Charly Pancakes: Maple S, SMOL Tuds: Shkr, Beam, Crib, Cross, Vime Sixam: Dreamy Outdoor, Living Room for Family Harrie: Octave 2, Octave 4, Kwatei 1, Coastal Collection 1, Coastal Collection 2 Harlix: Orjanic, Harluxe, Jardane, Felixandre: Chateau Pt 1, Shop the Look Pt 1, Shop the Look Pt 2 Ravasheen: Utility Set, Counter Wastebin, Paper Towel, Curfew Clock, Recipe Unlock Book, Cupcake Maker, Sip Sip Bar Cart, Toy Kitchen, Toy Tub, Built Ins Peacemaker: Hickory Floorboards, Small & Rustic Wooden Planks, Classic Walls (all), Classic Add Ons, Retro Wallpaper, Colour Me Rugs, Moroccan Tiles, Cats and Dogs Siding, Hampton's Hideaway, Hampton's Built Ins, Oasis Chic, Nox Dining, Caine Living, Vara Office, Elsie Bedroom, Bradford Seating, Hudson Bathroom Mod: It includes the functional medicine cabinet for SimRealist's Private Practice Mod in the half bath. If you aren't using that mod, feel free to ignore downloading it and replace it with whatever non functional one that you like.

[eulcgizeme]

"Yes, Riley, it means more to me than anything you know," Aspen confessed, but not to what she anticipated. "It was the first place I met you, the one time I could talk to someone without saying a word because god knows nothing I ever said before mattered to anyone, and it's where I fell in love twice. It's also the one place I can be close to you and I can try to make it right without breaking you again."

There was no winning, and he could feel himself try to search for some victory even if it was sparing her. Every no in her direction hurt, and Aspen felt guilty all over again.

It will never be the same, you need to understand that. Not us, not skating, not you, not me. This is the last time I'm—"

He moved to the wall, only for his balance to break under the tremor of his body. His skates turned under him and Aspen failed to put his hand out to break his own fall. He slammed against the ice, right side of his body colliding hard despite his delayed efforts. @stayliquid

His words shattered her. Her head had hit the ice that day so quickly, she hadn't been able to feel it — but she imagined his words had hurt her more than the ice ever could. She tasted her tears before she realized they were slipping down her cheeks, her vision blurry but enough to see him still.

She would take the physical aches and pains over this any day. She swore her heart stopped beating in that moment. He loved her, Riley knew that much, but he would never love her the way she loved him and it hadn't hit her until that moment.

Hands palmed her own eyes to wipe away her tears, frustrated. Her mind in so many different directions while she still tried to nurse the broken heart he had just obliterated.

"That's the difference... isn't it?" Her voice cracked as she finally spoke. "You think being out there meant more to me than you did, because being out there means more to you than I do. Or more than we did."

It caused more tears to fall, but she quickly wiped them as well. "This was on me. I was always the reckless one and I knew you weren't ready for it. It wasn't on you for not saying no to me. Please stop blaming yourself." Moving to the side, she sat on one of the benches to start picking at the laces of her skates.

"I'm done, Aspen. I don't care if I never see an ice rink again, but I can't stomach this anymore." @eulcgizeme

[turojo]

What's funny is that I dont have a specific ship for him? At least not Paldea-wise even with S/ada 🤔 I'm kind of more a fan of them as salty divorcees with polar views on everything from their research to lifestyles and god you should see them go off on science forums, its atleast a 70 page back and forth thread that dissolves into memes somehow and everyone else trying to backseat on it with comments until the admin has to lock the thread --

I have a weird like of him with Lus/amine as the "wow my spouse is dead/missing cause of some freak science thing" relatability and obsession with work that was suppose to be for something good but alas it turned into selfish desire and drive--

Course that doesnt mean I can't find him w/ other characters ofc or hes unshippable ; >

[thetristoneera]

Gods & Their Royalty

Peep this, when Part 3 & Othello were deciding on life forms; they included their whole encyclopedia plus the five humanoids of these worlds.  Original to this world are Grax Hands.  Small hands that can age into dire wolf sized hands to behemoth sized hands.  They help them form new ideas into existence.  It took four hundred huzillion hands to form this galaxy, this solar system, this star & the four dimensions associated with it.  They wanted such a pure masterpiece they used heaps of magical might more than a normal universe requires to be created.  It’s no wonder this humanity turned out to be so intelligent.  In the image; the top twenty are majority of the original humans, elven, fairies, devils & angels. Of this universe, they are first generation ancients that haven’t grown tired of existing.  Even though they have been killed off a few times, they are still there.  The bottom row are the lovers of the gods; Tholox is the under king of 6th Ninja, Krislian is the under queen of Uliomecht, Kil Rishna is the under queen of Thirteenius, Enazelle is the under queen of Zeno & Wesgresso is the under king of Uro Von.  They are important figures of this world; their species are the following:

Jagulus & Reh Liho / Angel

Gigantamanga / Fairy

Type 001 / Fairy

Berrod / Angel

Red Lovo / Human

Rocky / Fairy

Joy Galore / Elf

Ditzy Biky / Fairy

Ogreton / Angel

Ballazooka / Angel

Astrid / Angel

Rizaga Nox / Devil

Oasis Ora / Human

Enjust / Human

6th Ninja / Fairy

Kappidonnus / Fairy

Thirteenius / Fairy

Zeno / Human

Uro Von / Devil

Aight hoe, now think about this…  Through out time, they have been giving chalices of blood to the honorable people of their nations.  Whether the god was good, neutral or evil; depicted what kind of folk would venture out into the worlds.  So no telling when you’d come across an immortal, a god regardless.  And yes, they get their god control panels too.  The key to their magic & technology belongs to spreading the wealth of what Part 3 & Othello started with.

[nobilitylost]

@clairdclunc​ | starter call | seojoon & nox 

     At the start of his existence, SeoJoon prided himself on being worshipped by fishing villages along the coast. They would bring him tributes, treat him as a god, in return for good luck and good fortune when the men set out to sea. Occasionally, there were those who would mock him, belittle the fact that he was powerful, and the Dokkaebi would grant them the opposite – which meant that often times, those unfortunate souls never made it home. Whatever happened to them out there? He didn’t know and didn’t ask – though there were rumors of creatures just waiting to gobble up those that misfortune befell.

It wasn’t until he actually met one of those creatures that he believed all the stories. After all, what good of a historian and mythology expert would he be without devoting time to research and hunting down those that he heard whispers of…

“Are you staying warm, Nox?” Innocent question asked as he handed over a hot cup of soup that he’d bought from a café a few moments before. “It’s only supposed to get worse, so make sure you keep yourself wrapped up, okay?” Concern etched their way into his words as he took a seat on the abandoned park bench. “I thought maybe we could talk – about where you come from. What you do. I’m…keeping a book, passing along legends. We’re fading from minds and that’s disheartening. And besides…I might know where a few mermaids are if you’re willing to talk.”

[tartareus]

muses \ tags

000. nox  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ ooc \ wishlist

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hp:

001. bellatrix ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

002. grindelwald  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

003. belladonna  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

004. hermione  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

 got:

005. munda  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

006. brandon  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

007. jaime  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

008. dany  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

star wars: 

009. ahsoka  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

010. anakin  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

mythology:

011. hades  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

012.  hatshepsut  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

comics:

013. danielle  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

014. mystique  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

015. raven  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

016. vanisher    ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

doctor who:

017. donna  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

018. doctor  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

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alien / avp :

019. lex  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

020.  call   ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

021. newt  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

misc:

022. nellie  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

023. lucille  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

024. dracula  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

025. velma  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

026. pilot  TN-3465  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

027. iracebeth  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

028. slytherin ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

029. vi  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

030. agatha ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

031. wolf ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

032. gorin ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

033. brianna ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

034. clark ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

035. blane  ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

036. theresa ---------- file \ musings \ visage \ aesthetic \ sc \ desires

[alecctoccarrow]

Never let it be said that Alecto did not thrive in a party. There was always so much happening, so much noise and change. It was impossible to be bored in a party, as long as it was a good one. The ones that ran in circles that dripped in silver and moral expectation were... Well, they were simply less fun. More fun now that she was permitted to be as pretty as her mother was in them, but nothing rivaled a good house party.

Of course, anything done by Gryffindor would pale in comparision to the options from Slytherin, but no one had asked Alecto now did they? Perhaps they should have but it was neither here nor there.

Despite the pull and the draw of it all, there were still things that needed to be done and Alecto, despite her many protestations to the contrary, did rather desperately need a cigarette. Stepping outside for a moment and reaching into her small clutch for one, before lighting it up with a flick of her wand and drawing it to her mouth for a long breath, Alecto looked around and found someone she did know, though they did not share a house.

Without a word, Alecto lit another cigarette and offered it to Narcissa, not looking at her once. "Pull yourself together and get back in there," Alecto muttered, still not looking at the other girl despite the offer of the cigarette. "We don't want to know what Bella would say about this, though perhaps we can both imagine. Take a smoke and a moment, but get your arse back in there. You came and showed face."

Turning for the first time to look at Narcissa, Alecto smiled. "Can't go back now. And you know how we all gossip. Take the time, but if I don't see you in a few, I'll grab you for a dance myself, understand?"

Who: Open

Where: Gryffindor common room

Narcissa sat by a window in the Gryffindor common room, a drink in her hand she wasn't even sure how she got. She wasn't even sure why she was really here. She hated parties. They made her anxious. At least when her parents threw them. The parties her mother always thew were opulent, beautiful...perfect. And she was expected to be exactly the same. People were always watching her, judging her...expecting things of her. Expecting her to be perfect.

But here...they were just Gryffindors. They weren't expecting anything. Were they? Well, maybe they were expecting her to be the stuck up Ice Princess everyone seemed to know her as. She had somehow earned that name during her time at Hogwarts. Quite early on, in fact. What people didn't understand was that it was just easier for her to be alone. Quieter.

She looked around the room at the people milling about––all interacting, having fun. But it was all just too much for her. The voices, the thoughts, everything was too loud. This curse of an ability she had certainly saw to that. Usually she had a better hold on controlling her Legilimency...at keeping the thoughts and voices at bay. Ignoring them. Unfortunately, controlling it was hardest when she was overwhelmed, stress...too emotional. Taking in a shaky breath, she looked down at her hands. When had they started shaking? Suddenly she really just wanted a cigarette. The alcohol wouldn't do anything to help calm her mind.

[cherrywoes]

001 (Mature) (P1)

Contains mature themes. Read with caution. Subtle thigh riding, nothing blatantly sexual.

YOU MET USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI on a cold, bitter day in the middle of winter at a beach that was deserted besides the small skeleton crew. They had brought their cameras and plastic tarps to keep you from getting sand all over their sample fashion pieces and were excitedly chattering over warm coffee that you couldn't have.

Modeling wasn't the job you had in mind when you had accepted the personal request from your best friend, Akaashi Keiji—the man who had skyrocketed to fame with his effortless clothing designs and pretty face—over two years ago. Yet here you were, freezing, nearly naked in the middle of winter with snow threatening to fall down from the heavens and decorate you with delicate flakes of precious ice. Akaashi paid you very well for going through with his sometimes insane concept ideas, but you couldn't help but curse him in your mind as you covered your breasts to retain some semblance of warmth, as well as any modesty you had left to keep from the photographers.

"[Name], how are we doing?" Your manager, Ayano, sidled up to you with a warm mug in her hands and looking amazingly warm and cozy, a direct contrast to your shivering form. "It won't be much longer, we're just waiting on the male model Akaashi hired. The other one flaked last minute for a trip to Argentina. Can you believe that?"

"Are you serious?" You chattered incredulously, teeth clacking together uncomfortably. Ayano had the shame to pity you. "Oikawa went to Argentina?"

You had been banking on the man to be your partner for the shoot. He was the only one you felt comfortable with half nude as you were, since you both did these spreads with each other often and enough that it wasn't strange for you to change in the same dressing room. He was amazing at lightening the atmosphere so you were comfortable with him, even if his manager got angry with him whenever he flirted with you on what he thought was the sly. Dancing his fingers over your bare shoulders was not sly, you'd laughed at him when he pouted at the hair and makeup station.

But he was in Argentina? For what? You had half a mind to text him an infuriatingly long text, and reached for your phone in Ayano's pocket, but found yourself exposed to the cold and even chillier than before. With a sigh, you pulled your arms close to your chest again, peering down to make sure you didn't have a nip slip in the process. The crazed press hiding in the sand dunes would have a field day with that.

"He never said why," Ayano answered, taking a sip of her coffee and ignoring your glare of envy. "It'll be okay though, Ushijima's a nice man and he won't try anything. Akaashi knows him pretty well, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to him last minute."

You snorted, imagining Oikawa boarding a plane hurriedly. "How last minute are we talking?"

"Around an hour or so before we got here." Ayano nodded her head sagely when you turned to look at her with more disbelief than you had at the reveal that Oikawa had dipped and flew out to another country. "Mhm. He's very reliable, according to Akaashi."

"Who has free time like that?" You laughed. "Nevermind, don't answer that. Can I get a jacket or something? I'm freezing here. We haven't even shot any singles yet."

Ayano winced in sympathy and patted your shoulder. Her fingers were so warm that you lamented the loss immediately, shuffling closer to huddle into her scratchy linen jacket. She snickered and let you stay close, almost burying yourself into her side, and too soon, you heard a car door slam near the parking lot over the quiet sea.

Your eyes darted to the top of the dunes where you spotted a tall, muscular figure cresting the half buried staircase and heading down to your entourage of photographers and stylists. At his side, two dogs loped in similar fashion, each held on leather leashes and clipped to what looked like diamond encrusted chain collars. Dobermans, you realized, from the cropped ears and docked tails when they drew closer, lithe frames stark against the pale sand. One was black and tan, slightly larger than the other one, which was Isabella and tan, with a more svelte figure and kept more closely to its owner, who was far more impressive the closer he got.

You couldn't help but poke your head over Ayano's shoulder and gawk at the male specimen before you. He was all toned muscle, from his neck down to his feet, and you could see carefully sculpted abdominal muscles through his shirt, which clung to him like a second skin in some silky nylon fabric that had some expensive name over his left pectoral. He wore sweatpants that were torn at the knees into shorts, and you raised your eyebrows at the way his calf muscles flexed when he shifted his weight to his left leg. You only saw that kind of dedication on bodybuilders and showmen, not models; they all seemed to prefer skinny muscle to actual muscle.

He had that austere cast to his features and aura, you could tell, when he turned his head just enough to reveal his eyes, brilliant chips of green and brown framed by severe eyebrows that complimented the bones of his face and the angle of his jaw. Even his hair was complimentary, a close undercut with long strands on top that looked to have been combed through with fingers and half heartedly with a comb.

"Damn." Ayano whispered your thoughts and pulled away from you, leaving you cold and shivering once more. Like a shot, she was off to speak to his manager, who was a lanky man with a startling shock of red hair that had you staring for a moment.

You almost screeched when a cold nose touched your cold knee. Somewhere between Ayano leaving and you shifting your hands under your armpits, the man had unhooked his dogs from their leashes and allowed them to wander up to you without a care in the world, because he was still listening to something the lead director was telling him.

The one nudging at your knee was the Isabella and tan one, her ears up and pointed towards you. Her stub of a tail wagged excitedly and you hesitated to pet her, eyeing the black and tan one that had settled into a sitting position beside your feet and out of the harsh gusts of wind that rose every so often.

Moving to cover your breasts with one arm, you held out your hand for her to sniff, cringing when she leaned forward and huffed over your fingers. Then, tentatively, she gave a few licks to your knuckles and bounded off towards her owner. The black one, male by the looks of it, stayed beside you, stalwart and unwilling to go back out into the cold wind.

"Nox." Their owner's voice was so deep that you were startled by the thrum that had begun in your belly. You looked over and saw the man was staring at the dog behind you, waiting for him to obey his call. "Come."

The dog, Nox, huffed and hid his head behind your leg, ignoring him. You had to stifle a snicker. The man looked at you, then, and you noticed that he kept his eyes trained on your face, analyzing your features with a slight furrow to his brows. Then he looked away, back towards the director who was pointing to you and explaining something with wide gestures. You almost felt offended at his easy dismissal.

"[Name]!" The director waved you over and you scowled, wrapping your other arm over your chest again and walking over to where he stood with the mystery man. His dog, Nox, trailed behind you, keen on avoiding both his owner and the wind. When you stood beside the director, surprised at how tall the man was and how your neck started to hurt looking up at him, he gestured to the man. "This is Ushijima Wakatoshi, Akaashi's friend. He'll be modeling with you today. Ushijima, this is [Name], the face of the brand."

Your face flushed red and crept down your neck when he looked at you again, this time an intense look of concentration on his face. Even his eyes were intense, sharp and narrowed and soul searching. You hoped he blamed the blush on the cold.

"Nice to meet you," you said, embarrassed at how your teeth cracked together, and held out a shaking hand for him to shake. "I'm [Name] [Surname]."

Ushijima stared at your hand like it was a particularly offensive bug. Your smile turned brittle and before you could pull your hand back and tuck it under your armpit, he enveloped your tiny hand in his—tiny compared to his giant ones, anyway—and shook it slowly, almost like he was pained to shake it in the first place.

"Ushijima," he said and that was all he offered. He released your hand and looked to the director again, waiting for a further explanation, and you clenched your jaw in irritation. Even if he was pretty, you didn't like being dismissed like you were nothing.

This time, the red flush creeping up your neck had nothing to do with embarrassment.

His manager seemed to notice your growing anger and slapped Ushijima on the back. Hard. You had to swallow nervously when Ushijima's eyes went cold and turned to his manager, shoulders stiffening and bunching underneath the sting of the slap.

"Wakatoshi, you can't just do that," the redheaded male admonished, pointing to you. "Be nice. Remember our lessons?"

You raised an eyebrow. Lessons? To be nice? You appraised the man in a new light; he was stiff, too tense, and seemed high strung like a live wire, like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. You wondered if he had an issue or something with any emotion other than coldness.

Ushijima stared at his manager with narrowed eyes, then looked back over to you. They softened slightly, scanning over your face—your anger ebbing away into confusion—and he dipped his head slightly in a small bow. "Sorry."

"It's fine," you whispered in reply, your confusion overriding your anger and the warmth it had brought you. You watched his eyebrows drop and then go back to neutral, as if he was thinking, and the director cleared his throat to draw both of your attention back to him.

"As I was saying—Ushijima, the poses are fairly simple. Because [Name] isn't tall enough to reach your shoulders, she'll be standing on a stool. It'll be your job to keep her steady. How uncomfortable are you with intimate skin contact?"

"It doesn't bother me," Ushijima answered in a clipped tone. You squirmed uncomfortably, cold once more, and felt Nox brush against your legs. "Is there anything else?"

"No, anything else is covered in your contract. Just put on the clothes they give you and we'll start in five."

You made your way back to the tarp, spotting the stool in question, and turned around, mouth open to ask if you should move it to the middle, and abruptly closed it with an audible snap.

There, behind a tiny rack of  clothes facing the ocean, Ushijima was pulling his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing fantastically with the smooth movement. A few moments later he stepped out from behind the rack, dressed in sleek and slim khaki pants that hugged at his legs a little too snuggly. The stylist rolled the hems up above his ankles and handed him a pair of loafers, which he put on once he reached the tarp and wiped his feet clean of sand.

Your mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. His personality might be lacking, but he was gorgeous, you had to give him that. Oikawa was pretty in a different way, but he'd never appealed to you in the way this man, Ushijima, was. Even if it was solely physical appeal, you couldn't help but wonder if he had deeper issues than just being nice; he didn't seem rude, just blunt, the more you thought about it, one of those silent types that your mother adored.

You didn't like that your tastes skewed close to hers.

"[Name], up on the stool," the director yelled over rising winds. Your hair whipped into your face. "Ushijima, stand in front of her. Yes, just like that, now move a little to the left—right there. Now [Name], wrap one arm around his neck and the other under his arm and over his back."

You looked Ushijima in the eye from your slightly elevated height. He was eye level with you now and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you okay with me…?" You motioned to your breasts and then mimed wrapping your free arm around his neck.

"Oh. Yeah." He shuffled closer and when the stool trembled under shifting sand, his hands shot up to steady you at the waist, just under the ribs. His thumbs almost touched, his hands were so large. "Are you okay?"

At least he was trying to be considerate. You removed your other arm and steadied yourself on his shoulders, faintly hearing the click of cameras already going. "There, I should be okay now. You can let go if you want."

You heard his frown, more than saw it, as you hooked your right arm around his neck and the other under his bicep, draping your hand loosely over his left shoulder blade. His hand came up to your back to hold you steady, pressing between your shoulders and unintentionally pushing your breasts and upper body into his chest. "I don't want you to fall."

Ushijima was pleasantly warm, you noted, and shifted slightly so the director could get your face better. When your nipples, hard from the cold, dragged against his chest, you could have sworn you heard him take a deep inhale and exhale sharply, but over the wind it was hard to tell.

"Thanks," you said, as normally as you could make it. It was a whisper and almost directly in his ear. His hand tightened subtly against the skin of your side.

A few clicks of a shutter later and the director wasn't satisfied. "[Name], wrap both arms under his and rest your chin on his shoulder."

You did as commanded, even if your body was screaming at the pose you were in and your mind damning Oikawa to hell at the same time. You rested your hands on his shoulder blades, this time your chest and shoulders and torso flush with his. You passed off the goosebumps rising on his skin from the cold, and gave a sultry look to the camera.

"Gorgeous," the director clapped.

They took a few more photos, most of them with you or Ushijima turning your heads to look at the ocean or each other. Every time your gazes met, it was like someone had dropped a nest of bees in your stomach and set them off, and his eyes were dark and intense enough to make shivers go down your spine.

"I'm loving this tension," the director remarked to Ayano and Ushijima's manager. "This is better than anything Oikawa could have produced, I think."

Ayano snorted out a laugh. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'll be offended."

The director chuckled. "Alright, [Name], Ushijima! Ushijima, stand behind [Name] this time and [Name], face him please."

You pirouetted on the stool, Ushijima steadying you by your hips, and shifted behind you, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders and steady yourself when more sand sunk into his footprints.

"Alright, same pose as before except Ushijima, I want you to put your fist in her hair and look at the camera."

It was your turn to get goosebumps when his hand slid up the back of your neck to cradle the back of your scalp, and then close his fist into the hair at the nape of your neck. The steady pressure combined with the sound of his breathing in your ear had you mentally running laps, and in the back of your head, you wondered if he'd had experience in pulling hair—then you flushed when you realized exactly where your thoughts were going.

God, Oikawa was never going to forgive you.

Ayano whistled lowly at the display screen as the camera shutters went off. Ushijima's stare was deadly and the way his fingers were tight in your [color] hair added a flair that made her feel like she was looking in on an intimate moment.

"He's good," she complimented towards Tendou.

"Eh?" The redhead scratched his nose. It was numb from the cold. "His face always looks like that. It's terrifying."

When you and Ushijima parted for a break while the director examined the photos more closely, Ayano watched as Ushijima's fingers lingered on your spine for a moment longer than necessary. Then you locked eyes for a brief moment, caught in your own world, and then you stepped away, hurrying into the jacket that Ayano held out for you.

"What was that?" Ayano asked curiously, watching Ushijima tug on a jacket with his name embroidered on the breast pocket. "That tension was no joke."

"He's dangerous," You  said breathlessly, holding a hand over yout rapidly beating heart. "Jesus, what did his parents feed him? I might faint, Ayano."

"The souls of his enemies?" She joked, and you jabbed her in the ribs. "Seriously though, maybe you should explore that sometime. I haven't seen you like that since Kuroo."

You wrinkled your nose. "He'd be happy to hear you say that. I still need to call him and see how Kenma's doing."

Ever since your ex-boyfriend had come out as bisexual to you a few months ago, two years after you'd broke things off cleanly, you'd been his staunch supporter when his parents had shunned him and Kenma. While your relationship might not have been what you both wanted, you were still good friends, and had been there for each other through thick and thin. So when Kuroo introduced Kenma, a rising video game streamer, as his boyfriend, you'd cried alligator tears of joy and hugged the life out of him.

You and Kenma got along like a house on fire, to Kuroo's relief and slight worry. You made more than one guest appearance on his streams, and being a famous face, people started shipping you in a poly relationship with the both of them. Even though it was a joke, you'd caught Kenma and Kuroo eyeing you thoughtfully more than once and you were adamant that a poly relationship wasn't what you wanted or needed, even though you loved them both.

Kenma had shrugged dismissively and said,"We might convince you one day."

Coming from him, it was a vow and not a promise. You'd laughed it off and Ayano saved the day with a phone call, but you knew he was dead serious about it. Even Kuroo had been interested in the idea, saying he wouldn't mind it at all.

You weren't sure how you felt about that.

"What's wrong with Kenma?" Ayano inquired.

"He's caught some parasite from a bad batch of sushi. He's been in and out of the hospital for a while since he can't fully get rid of them, so I like to check in and see if they need anything." You shrugged. While Kenma made good income streaming, he couldn't do it while he was ill, so you had been subtly paying their bills. Kuroo's chemistry teaching job didn't pay as well as you'd like either. You'd thought about lending your Tokyo penthouse to them since you never used it, but Kuroo would be hesitant to accept the offer. "Last I heard he was able to keep fluids down and was working on soup."

"Hm. I hope he's okay," Ayano hummed. "I know Kuroo's been struggling lately."

You nodded sadly in agreement. Kuroo never ceased to amaze you with how thoughtful and unselfish he was; he'd drop anything for Kenma in a heartbeat, or you if it came to it, and you almost pitied him because all he had was Kenma and you.

Before you could say more, the director called for you and you shed your jacket morosely. Ushijima stood with his dogs and you stepped hesitantly beside him, looking to the director for directions.

"We're going to take one last shoot and then we'll be packing up for the day," he announced and you sighed in relief. You'd finally be out of the cold. "Ushijima, you'll be sitting on the stool this time. [Name], you'll be sitting in his lap and facing the camera. I'll direct you after that."

You avoided Ushijima's gaze as best you could as you both made your way to the tarp. The edges fluttered as the wind pushed it up, but you toed them down and waited for Ushijima to get comfortable on the stool. It was a bit small for him so he had to spread his legs wider than his pants would allow, planting his feet in the sand so he wouldn't fall off. It was almost hilarious.

"Nevermind! [Name], you'll have to straddle his left thigh. Ushijima, once she's settled, I want you to wrap an arm around her breasts and the other around the waist of her shorts. [Name], I want you to reach back and wrap an arm around his neck and use the other to hold on to the arm around your waist."

This just couldn't get any worse, could it? You pleaded to the gods that he wouldn't be able to read you like an open book and carefully lifted your leg over his thigh, using all of your weight to keep yourself steady. You couldn't avoid pressing the crotch of your shorts to his thigh, his leg was too long and your feet barely touched the ground. His thigh flexed between your legs and you had to swallow a tiny gasp that threatened to break free. You had to reassure yourself that he was probably as uncomfortable as you were. That was all that would get you through this.

He made sure not to let you have an accident in front of the cameras, shielding your breasts from view with his arm while you wrapped an arm around his neck and rested your fingers on the soft stubble at the nape.

When you were in position and had your best model face on, the director adjusted the camera lens to focus more on the way Ushijima was a hair's breadth away from touching his nose to the pulse in your throat and his lips to your shoulder. Then, he zoomed out and focused more on the image as a whole, chattering to the editor about how the red of the cold could be edited out.

You couldn't help but relax into Ushijima's warmth the more the cold got to you. He didn't seem to mind; if anything, his grip tightened, and you heard him sigh into your ear. The only thing driving you insane was the way he kept flexing his thigh between your legs; he kept stiffening up and forcing himself to relax, and you had to fight off the arousal that kept building within you every time you remembered that he was touching you as intimately as a man could.

While the director pointed at something you couldn't see on screen, Ushijima stiffened up again and shifted his weight just a little, but it was enough to drag the harsh seam of the shorts against your pulsing clit. You couldn't stop the shaky, small gasp that escaped you, so quiet it was drowned out by the ocean. Except Ushijima—he heard you. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and a blush crept up your cheeks. He couldn't have known—

PART TWO.

MASTERLIST.

[petriichvrs]

ONE  YEAR  OF  NOXTMS  /  five  dyanmics  with  two  bonus  !

more thoughts / information under the cut ! 

001.   𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘  &  𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘.   ( @ddudleys )

every single day, i think about this pair & just how unexpectedly ... brilliant they are. i hope by now my love of dudley is just very apparent, but if it ISN’T - i love his character so, so much, and i think you’re an incredibly talented person for being able to give him this whole personality and existence beyond the end of the books that fits with his canon so well and still gives him his chance to be a good person. dudley & ginny bonding following the war, attending support group together ... ginny telling him wildly incorrect things about the world for a laugh, the fact they have TOTALLY bonded even more over both being sports people, the moment where they held hands at grimmauld place, everything after ... jesus christ ! i can never ever be eloquent enough to express the way they make me feel, and the way that any new little insight into their dynamic be it by meme or by thread just makes them that bit more real to me, but i’m so grateful for this funky pair, and you better know it��! 

002.   𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘  &  𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.  ( @dolors  )

tell me a year ago that someday i’d actually care about the malfoy family and i’d have FOUGHT you over it - at no point did i ever expect to pick up narcissa, and after i did, i never expected to get such a complex and amazingly thought out lucius to write opposite of. i still remember the moment where blo and i realised you were going to bring him, and the EXCITEMENT we felt at the fact that this individual i already knew semi okay who was writing such an excellent interpretation on hermione was going to bring us a character who can be so polarising, in a lot of ways. the hope ? the willingness to die for you immediately, simply because you were going to DO it ? cherry i cannot believe there was ever a time where we were not friends in the way we are now, and i REALLY can’t remember an instance where i didn’t have malfam + lucissa to get me through my day. they’re my emotional support morally grey family who think of themselves first & foremost and everyone else after, okay ? lucius is a lot of things, and you do such a good job at writing ( and acknowleding ) them, but inside the walls of malfoy manor he’s narcissa’s honey bunch with an unhealthy emotional attachment for his peacocks & brilliant taste in erotica novels for their next book club session. 

003.   𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈  &  𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘.  ( @ofzvbini )​

mozzie, let’s not cut straws on this one : holy fuck. holy JESUS. holy moley. all the holys. here is the thing - my love for blaise zabini as a character / concept and my appreciation for the blaise/ginny dynamic that could exist had NEVER gotten to be mutually exclusive until you came along. never ! it wasn’t something to feel hard done by, or anything, but... i kinda do, now, but for a different reason, which is that you’ve set the bar for characters SO HIGH in general and i’m never ever going to be able to find another interpretation of blaise that even remotely lives up to yours, nor do i think that anyone will ever be on the such a similar wavelength to me, when it comes this connection. the energy all around is just utterly UNMATCHED, and the fact that... even just rereading our replies from the last event to get this excerpt, i realised i wanted so badly to reply again right now immediately, because the sparring of their words and lets be honest, the PALPABLE sexual tension going on in that thread was so genuinely fun and entertaining. i just think you knock it out of the park so consistently with your characters and the connections you write with them. i could have said any of our dynamics - luna + ginny, luna + nazli, luna + narcissa, eulalia + niko, blaise + merry, blaise + narcissa, blaise + niko - YOU GET THE PIC ! i love u moz. please marry me under the moonlight i think it would be very romantic-

004.   𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑  &  𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅.  ( @pclearwaters )

i want in on record that penny clearwater is the love of my life, actually. i want it on fuckin RECORD, because the love i have for this character who gets paid nothing but DIRT in the series all because you took her up & gave her this whole life and character and storyline that made her into... like, a real person ? who makes me feel sometimes ... just very sad, but who also brings me such joy. penny & niko are another example of that fun little thing we do where we throw these totally different characters together and then see what happens ( usually the most perfect of unexpected friendships ). i loved the last thread we did between them most, because it was one of the first chances i had ever gotten to showcase that a side of niko not really seen so often, and his confusion at penny’s genuine beautific happiness was just ... really fun to write and get into. i truly think you do such a good job with penny, and i love the dedication you have to the clearwaters, full stop. here’s to many more of their weird lil interactions ! 

005.   𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘  &  𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘. ( @blondsnake )

six months ago, they were one of the dynamics i chose to talk about in the original meme. when i did it that time, the excerpt i chose was : “i’m sorry,” he tells her, voice cracking, and he doesn’t know what he’s sorry for anymore. for the sins of his father? for ginny’s ruined childhood? for the fact that he is draco malfoy, and not someone else? & the REASON i chose them was at the time we wrote that thread, it felt very... real and raw and human, to me. it felt like we were exposing a nerve. the malfoy / weasley dynamic is expanded on so much when it comes to every other weasley, and ginny’s interaction with the family she has so much of a history with, with the son of the person who really took a key role in what she went through as an eleven year old, was just... so non-existent that getting to touch on it in the way we did felt...  incredbly important, and i remember the thread best for setting the continued tone. 

i’m choosing them now because i never, at any point, thought that we would end up where we are right now. i spend a lot of time, now, thinking about them - i can’t believe i never realised just how similar they were as people, and just how much possibility existed between them, because so much does, and every time we talk more about them, i come away with the feeling that this is a connection that’s like once in a lifetime esque, and i’m SO lucky that i’m writing it with you. you know ? you’re an incredibly talented writer who has four incredibly well thought out characters, and i love that i get to write with them all, because ALL of them are a treat to write with. i always wanna hear your thoughts, i always wanna hear your ideas and concepts, i always love the posts you send me and the things we joke about - almost as much as i love the things we don’t. that first night we realised what we had here came from utter meme and became something very very important to me. i’m always thinking about ‘he gives her a long look’. if you know you know, you know ? !  

006.   𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐕  &  𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅. ( @rcveuse )

saz, i know we’ve only gotten the one thread started so far, and they’re newer... but can i just say, i’m really really glad that you decided to come back to nox, and i’m even more glad that when you did you picked up those specific connections of mine, because they were some of my FAVORITE ones on the page & had never really gotten their dues ? the niko one in particular, that amelia is filling - i remember writing it because i wanted him to have moments of his life that were happy, and the best way i could think to showcase his emotional side was via someone he loved for real. i always said niko loved fiercely and was just as fiercely loyal, but i hadn’t gotten the chance to write it, because he’s a character so difficult to put into positions where he would. he takes a long time to fully bond to people. even after he does... he’s just. odd. it was a v important connection to me, and i love amelia so much, already, and can see exactly what existed in her that he fell for when he did. i’m so excited to write them more, and i can’t wait to see where the dynamic that exists now goes ! 

006.   𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅  &  𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. ( @taciiturns )

i love kaela. i know we know this. i know i’ve said it so many times, and i know i’m going to say it again, a million times more - but i really do love mikaela karkaroff, and i already had the niko connection, so i really shouldn’t have been greedy, but.... i didn’t imagine what’s come to exist between kaela & merry at ALL. it’s a very interesting dynamic built from very simple beginnings, and it’s become one of my most enduring merry connections - i think it made her more of a person, and i totally have you to thank for it. they’re such different people from such similar worlds, with such an interest in one another that i have such a difficult time explaining - IT WORKS, it so works, but it works in a way where i kinda have to admit i never even expected it, and i feel like i’m learning more and more about it with merry. that’s a very fun sort of connection to write when it’s with someone who loves their character as much as you do kaela, and i’m endlessly interested in where it’ll go ! 

[tiimetvrners]

six months of nox; favorite dynamics

001. MAFALDA PREWETT & DRACO MALFOY ft. @heavycrovvn @blondsnake

oh man oh man, i couldn’t not include everyone’s favorite (or least favorite in the eyes of their coworker) potioners. every interaction between the two of them, your headcanons, just any jokes you’ve ever made have left me in tears. it’s just so fucking funny. i hope that some day you will get their co-worker, so the laughs can continue. 

002. ALICIA SPINNET & ANGELINA JOHNSON ft. @aliciaspinncts & @angiejohnscn

originally i was going to include oliver and make this about the gryffindor quidditch team as a whole but then i thought- why not do a tribute about his two favorite gals instead? seriously though, oliver and myself adore both of them and would do anything for them. 

003. VIKTOR KRUM & NIKOLAI KARKAROFF @viiktorious @monstrovs

i’ll be honest i’m not even sure how to begin describing this dynamic, which i guess i really don’t need to seeing as you’d both be familiar with it. but like my god i laugh every time their interactions are brought up. especially the two of them at the urinals, it’s just comedic gold. i don’t know what else to say. truly iconic. 

004. NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM & LUNA LOVEGOOD ft. @nevillel @ofmccnlight 

okay i know they’ve only had one thread but hear me out there’s has always been one of my absolutely favorite canon dynamics and i can already tell by just the one thread that their nox dynamic is gonna be great as well. i’m like really hecking excited to see what you’ve got in store! 

[alecctoccarrow]

Insult her, call her silly or vapid or whatever, but Alecto would strongly consider casting crucio more than a few times on the poor soul that came between her and dessert. Especially when it was a cute dessert, preferably one decorated with large eyeballs like a puffskein or mooncalf. Those were always the most satisfying to eat. The gasp that came out of her mouth as Xenophilius took that small pink pastry she'd been saving off of her plate was closer to an erumpent's exhale than any noise Alecto typically made. "You bitch," she hissed at them. "Go get me another one. Clearly they must be delicious if you're stealing them off my plate."

@noxstarters

Xenophilius foolishly assumed all the food was going to be good at the party. They had assumed higher of Gryffindor given their ravenousness at the Great Hall meals. His mother would have reprimanded him for stereotyping and entire group of people off of one observation. He watched as some other unsuspecting guests meandered over to the food table and picked up the rather disgusting little pastry. It was deceiving. The cute little pink tuft of frosting, sprinkles. It had all the hallmarks of a good treat, but it was lies. "Don't get that. It kinda tastes like ass," they said before taking it off the person's plate and popping it into his mouth to save them from the flavor.