#syb birthday

[sybilius]

Birthday joy in her element :)

[fang-revives]

Wait Syb did you see what ELP tweeted for Taiji's birthday?

I DID NOT what did he say??

[eldritch-spouse]

Been rereading some stuff and you said syb would make it up to you for missing your birthday by celebrating with a bunch of mimiclings and I’m just💀💀💀 imagine blowing your candles with no one besides you but inanimate objects that claps for you

They're living beings, not inanimate objects. Given they trust you, they won't hide around you.

Nevertheless, as a captive, you don't really get to have a huuuge birthday party. It's a privilege you'll have to learn to let go of. Like many others.

[direwombat]

adsfalk;f;alfdkj i asked my little brother (who is in art school) to draw syb as my birthday/christmas present andf ahfhafhhhhhhhhhhhh he captured her essence so well!!!!

[sybillctrelawney]

had a dream so big and loud i jumped so high i touched the clouds. i stretched my hands out to the sky. i howled at the moon with friends and then the sun came crashing in. but all the possibilities; no limits, just epiphanies. don't wake me now.

basics. 

name: sybill cassandra trelawney. meaning: prophetess and oracle. will help tap into their inner magic. nickname: sybbie. syb. birthday: february 23rd. pisces. age: twenty-two.  pronouns: she + her. sexuality: romantic asexual. bisexual. siblings: none. parents: benjamin trelawney (father, deceased). iris trelawney nèe fox (mother). other family: anne fox (maternal grandmother). cassandra trelawney (great-great-grandmother, deceased). languages: english.  current residence: hogwarts. born: cornwall, england.

wizard fun. 

hogwarts house: ravenclaw. hogwarts year: eleven. area of study: divination / universal certificate. extracurriculars: astrology (president). herbology club. affiliation: neutral. pet: bengal cat, eeyore. blood status: half-blood. species: witch. patronus: dapple gray mare. boggart: her father's car crash. amortentia scent: sea salt air, stardust, animal hair, grass. wand type: willow, unicorn hair, 10 ⅛ inches.

appearance. 

height: 5'2" hair color: dark brown. eye color: brown. hair style: thick, straight and has character. fashion style: prep school + nerdy chic.

personality. 

positive traits: + whimsical + open-minded + hopeful negative traits: - too trustful - flighty - frazzled

theme song: wildflowers by tom petty.

quick facts.

father died at nine. where she gets her moral compass from. shaped her life completely. they were best friends. his death was her first vision.

didn't have a tight knit group of friends. but very friendly and never turning anyone away, no matter who they are or what they stand for.

very academic yet head in the clouds all at once.

during fifth year she did fortune telling for people just to get people's attention. she began to lie about what she saw. she angered herself so much and during that summer vowed to never do it again and hasn't since.

stays neutral and doesn't care about the war.

headcanons.

updated frequently.

bio.

[ tw: parental death. ]

the stars aligned in cornwall, england when magical father, benjamin and muggle mother, iris, welcomed sybill, forming the three musketeers. the family was tight knit and supportive of one another. she and her father were particularly close, a glorified daddy’s girl. iris loved seeing the two of them grow close as she had never had a father figure of her own.

sybill was strongly encouraged her to explore her abilities. it wasn't since her great-great-grandmother, cassandra, that anyone had shown signs of having visions and being a seer. they had always told her that the truth laid within her and facts are what the world saw, both of which she needed to believe in. it was a hard concept for her to grasp due to the fact that she lived in her own head, but sybill listened. she would go to work with benjamin at the cornwall library and read books on books learning all she could about the muggle world. there she was, teaching herself before ever going to school. she longed to learn and her parents nurtured her desire. but the one day she didn’t go to the library, tragedy hit.

sybill was nine years old. sybill had her first vision. benjamin died. sybill stood still, her voice dropped octaves, and she said her benjamin wasn’t coming home. she didn’t remember saying anything but she could recall an empty feeling. a blank feeling came over her and like something had been ripped from her chest. once she came to, she was ice cold and shivering. her vision didn’t show her what exactly happened. all she knew is he was there and then BAM. no more. his earthly presence was gone. this vision, her first, terrified her. she didn’t want this gift if it was going to show her things like that. for a brief moment, sybill actually had the thought that if he died, she should have died with him. he was her rock and she, his. her only way to understand death was through her first vision. iris stood up to the plate, not to replace her father but to be a strong parent. she didn’t know how to help foster her daughter’s gift, but told sybill that her father would be proud of her for continuing the line in their family. he wouldn’t want her to give up. -- this stuck with sybill because she knew her mother was right. she fought to never give it up in her father’s name: trelawney.

when sybill’s letter from hogwarts came it was bittersweet. it was something she had been waiting for since she could breathe but her father wasn’t there to hug in celebration and to see her off. at king’s cross iris held her still tiny sybill just a little more and sniffled, slipping something into the young girl’s bag. “you almost forgot this.” it was the copy of winnie the pooh benjamin had given to sybill as a gift, one of her prized possessions. she reached out and hugged iris a little tighter with tears in her eyes. the time had come to get on the train for the first time, get on the boats and enter the dining hall for the first time. and, finally, to be sorted.

it was no surprise that the self-educating sybill was sorted into ravenclaw, where the mind was most valued -- and benjamin’s old stomping grounds. she sat at the table with her back straight, head held high, smile on her face and with pride. she was where she was supposed to be. the sorting felt like it was a sign that she could, indeed, live in both the worlds her parents described and she did so to the best of her abilities. later that night she wrote an owl home to her mother to tell her how she felt that things were going to be fantastic, that it felt right and that she loved her. this would become a routine each night before bed.

sybill loved being at hogwarts though she did have trouble fitting in. she wasn’t entirely shocked by that. she always knew she was different, but not that different. It wasn’t easy to make friends, but she saw the best in people, always spoke up and never let a sad face be alone. she knew sadness and didn’t want that for another soul, no matter the circumstance. however, because of her desire to fit in, she did something questionable her fifth year. the biggest thing she was ashamed of. 

the other students knew she was highly adept in divination and was a seer; it was something she was proud of and didn’t see a reason to hide it. there was this first person to come to her and asked what she saw in their future. sybill to seize up and had to make a quick decision. yes or no. she chose yes. after that one person, word got around and people came to sybill as though they’d been friends for years. after some time, she had to begin lying. she couldn’t read everyone’s cards or tea leaves and she certainly wasn’t having visions for anyone. over that summer she made the decision that she wasn’t going to do it anymore. it was against her moral code. she was livid with herself that she did it in the first place, all to get attention. after telling people no it was no surprise that those people drifted away as quickly as they came. it broke sybill’s heart but deep down she knew why they’d been there in the first place -- and it wasn’t for her. from then on out, sybill’s compass was where she followed.

the years passed and sybill began growing into a young woman, she looked around her and saw that fellow students were seriously dating and some were even getting betrothed -- already. she couldn’t believe it. all sybill wanted was to continue learning, cultivate her arts of divination, astronomy and herbology. she wanted to discover where she would go with her talents. she wanted to keep learning, to know everything about everything. one field of study wouldn’t be enough for her, leaving her no time for romance -- if anyone even wanted something romantic with her. either way, she was preoccupied. also either way, friendships were the relationships she yearned to see thrive. that’s what she reminded herself anyway.

as the war comes closer to home, she tries to maintain a neutral stance but it’s hard because she’s sybill. she always sticks out because of how she carries herself; head in the clouds and without a care in the world with only one life to live. if her father’s death taught her anything, it was to live each day as though it was the last. he wouldn’t want her wasting it on the chance that something could happen because someday it will, so why fear living? she wasn’t going to live in fear. and she wasn’t going to live in anger or bitterness. her heart was pure. too pure to pick a side in a war that shouldn’t exist. so she wakes up, puts on her dresses, brushes her hair and teeth then sets off for a day full of what? she doesn’t know but is excited to find out.

[electric-rabbits]

Happy birthday treasured goat mutual ✨🎂🎉

Oooooooow thank you so much Syb!!

[norfkid]

BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday sledge i am glad to know ya!

HIII thank you sm syb!! and likewise :]

[sybill--trelawney]

constellations drawn in notebooks. smell before the rain. handwritten letters. fuzzy socks in winter. wishing on every star. always offering a helping hand. reading horoscopes. writing in dream journals. gel pens. twirling around until dizzy. messy flat.

DETAILS. 

name: sybill cassandra trelawney. meaning: prophetess and oracle. will help tap into their inner magic. nickname: sybbie. syb. birthday: february 23rd. pisces. age: twenty-two.  pronouns: she + her. sexuality: romantic asexual. bisexual. siblings: none. parents: benjamin trelawney (father, deceased). iris trelawney nèe fox (mother). other family: anne fox (maternal grandmother). cassandra trelawney (great-great-grandmother, deceased). languages: english.  current residence: london. occupation: flourish & blott's. born: cornwall, england.

WIZARD FUN.

affiliation: neutral.  blood status: half-blood. house: gryffindor. animagus? none. pet: bengal cat, eeyore. species: witch. patronus: dapple gray mare. boggart: her father’s car crash. amortentia scent: sea salt air, stardust, animal hair, grass. wand type: willow, unicorn hair, 10 ⅛ inches.

APPEARANCE. 

height: 5'2" hair color: dark brown. eye color: brown. hair style: thick, straight and has character. fashion style: prep school + nerdy chic.

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: + whimsical + open-minded + hopeful negative traits: - too trustful - flighty - frazzled

theme song: wildflowers by tom petty.

BIO.

the stars aligned in cornwall, england when magical father, benjamin and muggle mother, iris, welcomed sybill, forming the three musketeers. the family was tight knit and supportive of one another. she and her father were particularly close, a glorified daddy’s girl. iris loved seeing the two of them grow close as she had never had a father figure of her own.

sybill was strongly encouraged her to explore her abilities. it wasn't since her great-great-grandmother, cassandra, that anyone had shown signs of having visions and being a seer. they had always told her that the truth laid within her and facts are what the world saw, both of which she needed to believe in. it was a hard concept for her to grasp due to the fact that she lived in her own head, but sybill listened. she would go to work with benjamin at the cornwall library and read books on books learning all she could about the muggle world. there she was, teaching herself before ever going to school. she longed to learn and her parents nurtured her desire. but the one day she didn’t go to the library, tragedy hit.

sybill was nine years old. sybill had her first vision. benjamin died. sybill stood still, her voice dropped octaves, and she said her benjamin wasn’t coming home. she didn’t remember saying anything but she could recall an empty feeling. a blank feeling came over her and like something had been ripped from her chest. once she came to, she was ice cold and shivering. her vision didn’t show her what exactly happened. all she knew is he was there and then BAM. no more. his earthly presence was gone. this vision, her first, terrified her. she didn’t want this gift if it was going to show her things like that. for a brief moment, sybill actually had the thought that if he died, she should have died with him. he was her rock and she, his. her only way to understand death was through her first vision. iris stood up to the plate, not to replace her father but to be a strong parent. she didn’t know how to help foster her daughter’s gift, but told sybill that her father would be proud of her for continuing the line in their family. he wouldn’t want her to give up. -- this stuck with sybill because she knew her mother was right. she fought to never give it up in her father’s name: trelawney.

when sybill’s letter from hogwarts came it was bittersweet. it was something she had been waiting for since she could breathe but her father wasn’t there to hug in celebration and to see her off. at king’s cross iris held her still tiny sybill just a little more and sniffled, slipping something into the young girl’s bag. “you almost forgot this.” it was the copy of winnie the pooh benjamin had given to sybill as a gift, one of her prized possessions. she reached out and hugged iris a little tighter with tears in her eyes. the time had come to get on the train for the first time, get on the boats and enter the dining hall for the first time. and, finally, to be sorted.

it was no surprise that the self-educating sybill was sorted into ravenclaw, where the mind was most valued -- and benjamin’s old stomping grounds. she sat at the table with her back straight, head held high, smile on her face and with pride. she was where she was supposed to be. the sorting felt like it was a sign that she could, indeed, live in both the worlds her parents described and she did so to the best of her abilities. later that night she wrote an owl home to her mother to tell her how she felt that things were going to be fantastic, that it felt right and that she loved her. this would become a routine each night before bed.

sybill loved being at hogwarts though she did have trouble fitting in. she wasn’t entirely shocked by that. she always knew she was different, but not that different. It wasn’t easy to make friends, but she saw the best in people, always spoke up and never let a sad face be alone. she knew sadness and didn’t want that for another soul, no matter the circumstance. however, because of her desire to fit in, she did something questionable her fifth year. the biggest thing she was ashamed of. 

the other students knew she was highly adept in divination and was a seer; it was something she was proud of and didn’t see a reason to hide it. there was this first person to come to her and asked what she saw in their future. sybill to seize up and had to make a quick decision. yes or no. she chose yes. after that one person, word got around and people came to sybill as though they’d been friends for years. after some time, she had to begin lying. she couldn’t read everyone’s cards or tea leaves and she certainly wasn’t having visions for anyone. over that summer she made the decision that she wasn’t going to do it anymore. it was against her moral code. she was livid with herself that she did it in the first place, all to get attention. after telling people no it was no surprise that those people drifted away as quickly as they came. it broke sybill’s heart but deep down she knew why they’d been there in the first place -- and it wasn’t for her. from then on out, sybill’s compass was where she followed.

the years passed and sybill began growing into a young woman, she looked around her and saw that fellow students were seriously dating and some were even getting betrothed -- already. she couldn’t believe it. all sybill wanted was to continue learning, cultivate her arts of divination, astronomy and herbology. she wanted to discover where she would go with her talents. she wanted to keep learning, to know everything about everything. one field of study wouldn’t be enough for her, leaving her no time for romance -- if anyone even wanted something romantic with her. either way, she was preoccupied. also either way, friendships were the relationships she yearned to see thrive. that’s what she told herself anyway.

as the war comes closer to home, she tries to maintain a neutral stance but it’s hard because she’s sybill. she always sticks out because of how she carries herself; head in the clouds and without a care in the world with only one life to live. if her father’s death taught her anything, it was to live each day as though it was the last. he wouldn’t want her wasting it on the chance that something could happen because someday it will, so why fear living? she wasn’t going to live in fear. and she wasn’t going to live in anger or bitterness. her heart was pure. too pure to pick a side in a war that shouldn’t exist. so she wakes up, puts on her dresses, brushes her hair and teeth then sets off for a day full of what? she doesn’t know but is excited to find out.

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[atypicalacademic]

Ajshd I completely forgot it on the day but March 20th was Sybilla's birthday 😬✨ I'll reblog a couple of my faves of hers but in the meantime if you have anything to ask One (1) Evil Pisces Lady feel free!

[sybilius]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! perfect time to remember that i made this KENTA drawing a while ago <3

OMG what a perfect birthday treat thank you so much!!! he is adorable....

[direwombat]

Also syb birthday on Friday :)

[eldritch-spouse]

ok I wanna know what the clergy guys + breg and fasma like seeing reader in. like, vinnel likes clown garb on their s/o and krulu likes flowy white robes, but I wanna know what makes em hot under the collar 🤨

Breg loves your pajamas. Maybe it's just because he's seen you in a variety of them during his several visits to your bedroom at night, but lord does he think cute funny nightgowns and shorts with dumb patterns make for the best looks on you. Casual and comfy wear, essentially.

Call Fasma an old fart, he gets it, he does, believe him- But you'd look so good in a sheath dress, or a suit, whatever you feel fits you best. He'd love to see you all dolled up. You like polka dots? 'Cause he does. He really does. What about gloves? Maybe he can get a nice pair for you. Maybe, no promises...

Morell really wants to put his piglet in overalls. He used to wear many of those when he was young, courtesy of his dad mostly. Nonetheless, you'd look so adorable in a pair of those, oh he wouldn't be able to hold back the mad cooing. You can pick the color, it's more than fine as long as he gets to take pictures.

Gallon loves anything remotely elegant. Designer clothes, custom stuff, anything that stands out, with pizzazz. Now obviously, these are very expensive tastes, so it's a little more likely that Gallon will insistently nudge fancy clothing your way as gifts. How did he get your measurements? Don't worry too much, darling.

Vinnel will dress you like a performer any chance he gets. You ever wanted to look like a professional clown? Well, you kind of already are- No? Too bad, poppet! Sit your ass down, it's face paint time. Some days you'll be a jester, others you'll be a harlequin clown. Pierrot style maybe? How about a mime? The acrobat type? Oh, you're just so adorable! Give him a honk!

Santi thinks you look best in your birthday suit! Ah, just fucking with you- But he does have pervy tastes, to no one's surprise. You like lace, love? Let's hope you do, because the incubus knows the prettiest patterns to accentuate your lovely form. What about jewelry? Are you fond of Hell gold? Wear his rings, passion, you'll look gorgeous with them.

Grimbly's here to turn you into a literal doll. Let's hope, for the sake of your sanity, that you enjoy pink. Or needlessly intricate patters and frills. He's also doing your makeup! You're also getting an umbrella like him. Sunglasses, if you let him. Regardless of gender or preference, the bat will try to put you in at least one dress. Just one! Just one, okay? Please please please-

Patches, as a product of his time alive, has an odd liking of victorian styles, even if he himself has no fashion sense. And owns little items from that period of time. His fondness of big hats is probably a tell though. One day, he'd love to have a date where you two dress up in that style, if only just to satisfy that nostalgic craving.

Nebul, to no one's surprise, is into gothic styles. Purples and blacks and long flowing garbs, maybe even something that partially obscures your face? Generally, anything that isn't too bright. He might even gift you precious stones, all in dark hues. If he could have it his way, you'd dress in elegant robes all the time, with an almost cultish appearance.

Fank-e, also predictably, wants you in rave clothes. Fishnets and bulky boots, pants with pocket chains, neon shirts, glowing bracelets, several necklaces and chokers, bright rings- All the colors all the time. If his processors aren't having trouble trying to interpret your visage, then he's doing something wrong. OH- Will you let him dye your hair?? <:]

Sybastian, honest to God, has no preference. Though he loves anything that's scarce. In fact, if you could go around naked, he would throw a fucking party. Hell, he would go around buttass naked too, if he hadn't been forced into a loincloth eventually... You probably don't have a habit of it, but Syb would love to see you decorated with bones and skins.

Ludwig is also another one with little preference, but red is and shall always be one of his favorite looks on you. As well as hoodies. It reminds him of his younger self's sense of fashion, hoodies were his religion back then. Wearing anything loose will endear the demon to you a lot as well.

[mjfass]

Happy birthday Lexie! You're a joy to have around on wrestleblr, I am rooting for the best for you in all you do!

Thank you, Syb! Love you, sweetheart. You mean so much to me. ♥️

[sybilius]

So I was already going to send an ask today because I shaved my undercut! But it is also BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTH!!!!!!!!!!!

Behold, carnage:

Thank you again for all the tips and encouragement!!!!

YAY WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING!!! CONGRATS HOW DOES IT FEEL? I loooove the new shave feel. Also shave buddies, I tidied mine up today too!

Thanks also for the birthday wishes!!

[katewalker]

anyways microcro did a retrospective about syb for its 20th birthday and they talked about how sokal heard the whole soundtrack and it was what he always wanted and of course it’s him who wanted dana’s theme to be inspired by chopin’s work and he had the prologue played for him... and they already said that everything happening in the last game had either came from him and been approved by him and yeah i’m a bit emo, because it’s his farewell project and you can feel it playing the game.

[sybilius]

😍😍😍😍😍😍 further reviews to come but lookit thissssss I love it SO MUCH

Dear Syb: happy birthday

It wasn’t meant to be like this. Not the way he’d planned.

Heart so full of love it felt like bursting in his chest for sheer happiness, he’d come to the gatehouse during Mass (Angel Eyes is so attentive for those, more than he is even). Curiosity- some half-shamed impulse in him that said he should get his gawping out of the way before making pretty speeches. Not to be distracted by lace curtains or a chocolate mint growth, but just throwing himself on bent knees to confess his longing. Or, well…something, anyway. Playing it by ear.

And as far as working off his surprise goes, maybe there had been something there, because the silence here had made him ache. Cold stone walls, a pad set along one wall with rough woolen coverlet. Closet with a few sober outfits, moldering on tarnished brass. The kitchen cupboards have the same cheap tin pans he remembers being here from cleaning out the place last summer.

He’s wracking his brains now- what had made him think that this man was spoilt, comfortable, happier than himself? - and nothing is exactly springing to mind. Though of course Pablo generally only rents out the cottages to well-heeled worshipers. And Wallace had said something, how gentlemanly he’d seemed- well, maybe that’s his fault, for assuming that went with money. Or thinking Wallace would make that assumption, anyway- yes, perhaps he’ll be worth a confession later.

“Along with house-breaking. Along with desire, and lust, and wantonness,” he’d murmured the words while nestling down on the mattress. Softest place to wait he could find.

(There’s this in him that wanted to be found here, caught in all his foolish desires, made to bear the consequences.)

But the minutes are ticking by slowly, and nobody’s here and maybe nobody’s coming- perhaps Angel’s packed to leave and left, perhaps he’ll just be waiting for nobody forever. The agony of it is like a live thing to be put down, strangulated, fought with in breathless agony- for one more sight of that silly waxed mustache! Whole worlds, to hear the light quiet drawl of his beloved again, not that he has them-

and so it is that when the door does open, finally, it finds him strung out with grief, his body fraught with sobs and buried in the intoxicating scent of a worn pillow.

“What on earth’s the matter?”

The voice, though gruff, is less so than it might be; and yet he can’t quite explain how merely hearing it wipes everything away, that the mere pleasure of listening will make his tear-racked face clean again, as soon as his body can catch up with what he’s hearing.

“I was feeling sad for you,” he manages eventually, which is only after all truth.

“Wasted on me.”

He looks terribly tall, gazing down from his full height.

“Don’t say that. There’s not one of God’s creatures, who love is wasted on…” he trails off, feeling sheepish and uncouth, theological when he should be direct, worldly, insistent. Hard not to think in the way of habits.

“I recognise that you monks are instructed in devotion like army drill, but doesn’t this seem extravagent for one solitary drifter like myself?”

Tuco considers. “No.”

A laugh, then; but it’s crisp, and directed as much at its progenitor as himself. “I’ll say this for you. Life I’ve had, you’re refreshingly blunt- even that brother of yours doesn’t cut it. I can see in his eyes, the way he looks me up and down…” Angel kneels down then, level with him. “Questions he wants to ask and doesn’t. Same with Joseph, and the rest of you…even Susan- what do you want from me, eh? A biography? Money? My death?”

It takes all the nerve he has, to still an instinctive trembling- so clear in that moment that he could have exactly that if he asked for it, that the mystery before him would dissolve, tear itself into voluntary shreds, and to hold such delicacy in his hands is beyond obscene.

“I’d like to be kind with you.”

He doesn’t know why that, instead of love. It hangs in the air a long time, while his eyes smart and the rough weave of the blanket begins to chafe against his hands. Long enough that it begins to seem ridiculous, an impossible fancy. He lies down again, head flat against the worn pad, and wishes for warmth.

“I’d better fix us some coffee.”

To hear that, it’s better than the Hallelujah Chorus.