#that he taught Nox

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

To the fell skeletons, how would they feel when their own kid inherited their own temper/anger

Like father like child in other words lol

Underfell Sans - He's so annoyed about this sometimes because he's not very brave and that means his kid keeps fighting him during their teenage years and winning the arguments. Red has a déjà vu kind of impression because that's definitely how Edge was as a child. He's frustrated and wonders how the hell it could happened twice in his lifetime, but there's not a lot of things he can do against that so...

Underfell Papyrus - He was happy his child took him as a model... For the first week at least. After that, he doesn't think it's nice at all as his child constantly argues with him to do the simplest things and since Edge struggles to stay calm, it often turns with the both of them screaming. He kinda understands his brother now. Maybe he can see why Edge was so annoyed with him growing up.

Horrorfell Sans - He'll live. Copper is a lot more chill with everything, and more patient too. He knows his child is mostly anxious and pushing people away to protect himself, and maybe he's a little frustrated his child feels the need to hide their feelings now that he's finally learning to open to people. He keeps reassuring his child they don't need to hide.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Oh no, if it isn't his own sassiness coming to bite his butt. He can't believe his kid is confronting this like that, not caring one second for Chief's inevitable anger following. His kid just doesn't care. Chief has no idea how to deal with that and he doesn't have the patience for it, so most of the time, he gives up and let them be. What do you want him to do?

Swapfell Sans - That's entirely his fault, and he's willing to accept the consequences. Nox would mostly have an only child, and spoiled rot them to the point the kid thinks they're royalty and explodes when someone says no to them. Well, Nox is happy they don't let anyone walk on their feet... Except when his kid acts the same way with him lmao. That wasn't part of his plan. Now he's confused what to do.

Swapfell Papyrus - He created a monster. It's a mini-him, but with even fewer filters than he has. When his kid told Toriel he couldn't trust the dying hybrid of a cow and a goat, he felt so proud. And also kinda terrified because Toriel didn't like that at all. But that's fine. It's a family tradition. He did the same thing at 7 years old and almost got executed for this you know. Nox is desperate.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't discourage their behavior at all and makes it way worse actually. His kid thinks they rule the world and that everyone is one of his servants. They are terrifying most kids at school and claim propriety over half of the playground, fighting children who dare to disobey them. Wine is so proud of them. Show them who's their leader.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee didn't mean to give them his anxiety but turns out he kinda feed his baby with anxiety their whole life so... Coffee isn't sure how he can help with that. Because just thinking about this kinda send him into a panic attack and then his kid has a panic attack because he has a panic attack which makes him panic even more. Please someone help them.

Dancefell Sans - Rumba taught them well: when there's danger, throw your dad into the danger and run for your life. Ok, maybe they're doing that because he used to throw them towards the danger to save his own life, but still. That doesn't justify anything. He's not a lure!

Dancefell Papyrus - Tango is so annoyed his kid is always on TikTok. He's even madder about the fact they're getting a lot more popular than he is and using his things to steal his own audience. Who do you think you are? He deprives you of your phone this instant! Stop stealing his job!

Mafiafell Sans - His kid is a little shit. They fear no one, answer to everything just to have a reaction and they're mostly not caring about the consequences. Fang is not controlling them at all, he gave up trying long ago. He always have 200 dollars in his wallet to pay people his kid are offending too much so they shut up and don't create problems :')

Mafiafell Papyrus - What do you mean that's a problem his kid thinks everyone in the mafia must serve them? Torpedo told them they are the next mafia boss and to be respected by all of them, even if they have to crush them under their shoes like insects. Torpedo doesn't see any problem with that. His brother keeps joking about the fact one of his day his kid is going to betray and kill him Lion King style and that he would never see it coming.

[geekgirles]

Even though we all know it's eventually going to bring disastrous consequences for Amalia, I'm so glad she didn't just control her fight with Aurora since the very beginning, but that she got to call her out on her foolishness and undeserved arrogance. I was really getting ready to call bullshit had Aurora at some point gained the upperhand by some sort of "legitimate" skill of hers.

Because Amalia is absolutely right! She never stood a chance because, realistically speaking, she never should have!

Ever since she was first introduced in season 3, there has never been any indication that Aurora knows how to fight. In fact, I'd say there's never even been any indication that anyone in her family is actually skilled at combat. Ashdur seriously looked more like a bodybuilder or circus strongman than a warrior, for example.

(See?)

But Aurora especially seems to have been raised to be married off to some other nation's heir to act as his arm candy rather than an actual queen and partner capable of running a kingdom in her husband's absence. During the entire time we've known her, she's never displayed any leadership, diplomacy, or tactical skills, let alone battle prowress. We all know it; for the entirety of season 4 and the webtoon, she's done nothing but quietly and passively follow Armand around and then act snide towards Amalia alongside her father.

And how could we forget the one time she took proactive action, she immediately had to retreat because she was lightly struck by lightening, which, and I cannot stress this enough, amounted to a small burn on her hand?

(Most dramatic bird I've ever seen, I swear to God...)

Not to mention that at the first sign of things not going her way or taking a direction she doesn't approve of, her first instinct is either to stand powerless and cry about it or throw a tantrum and recklessly and impulsively throw herself headfirst into things without thinking about the possible consequences.

All the while treating Amalia like nothing but a spoiled brat that is beneath her and who she can easily dispose of. But as Amalia pointed out, due to her complete and utter lack of experience in the real world and inability to let go of her self-perceived importance and worth or even acknowledge her own mistakes and privileges, the only spoiled brat here is Aurora.

Meanwhile, Amalia's adventures have allowed her to grow in ways no other royal can even fathom. She learned to let go of her prejudices when she worked with Pandiego; learned to refuse to be cowed into submission and fight for what she believes in when she went against Armand's orders; aside from the ocassional tantrum that is mostly played for laughs, she values the people around her as much more than mere servants or how she can benefit from them; she's fought wars, faced monsters, dragons, and demigods, and an undead, unbeatable army of Wakfu-vampires; and, if that weren't enough, her position as Sadida Princess and later Queen, hence protector of the Tree of Life and Sadida Kingdom, already implies the entirety of the Sheran Sharms are taught the art of combat in order to fulfill their duties to their kingdom.

Which can be seen when Armand and King Oakheart were the first in line during the war against Nox back in season 1, and again against the Nécromes (in Armand's case). As opposed to the Osamodas King, who didn't just neglect to send troops to help the supposed allied nation his daughter ruled over, but said daughter went as far as confirming he barely ever leaves his cave, always delegating everything on members of his court.

In other words, even before she met Yugo, Amalia already was a Warrior Princess by virtue of her family and their devotion to their kingdom, while Aurora never evolved from spoiled princess. And the fact that she failed to take Amalia's real world experience into account, besides how vastly she overpowers her and her father, only highlights how her own ego and pride blind her to reason: she really never stood a chance.

In short? Will Amalia's bludgeoning of the Osamodas bring unfortunate consequences? Yes, most definitely. Did they deserve it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

[debbiecolon]

My second tarnished oc, Rem. He usually wears the nightmaiden twin crown, but I wanted to draw his face unobstructed. His lore is super meaty and I'm quite happy with it!

Rem is a descendant of the Nox, people of the Eternal Cities. He was raised in Sellia, well versed in Night sorceries and taught melee combat by his 'sisters', Nightmaidens who warden over the town. His days are spent rigorously training his body and mind, honing himself into a warrior capable of subduing the most formidable of foes. Easily identified by both his silvery skin and hair, Rem appears more Silver Tear than anything, yet his golden eyes speak of his heritage, which he is incredibly proud of. And it is perhaps because of his heritage that Rem holds very little love for the Two Fingers and the Golden Order.

Rem had been fortunate enough to meet General Radahn in his youth, and had been privy to the demigod studying gravity sorceries. He grows to admire the flame haired demigod and leaves the Sellian territories for the first time when he offers his services to the General, as both sorcerer and swordsman. He stood among the Red Mane soldiers in battle, dressed in the silks of the Nox, looking elegant as a dancer yet fighting with all the ferocity of a beast. His end is met like many others in the Caelid wilds: witness to the scarlet flower bloom, particles of rot saturating the sky, clogging the beauty of the stars.

He wakes after centuries, called back from a peaceful void to return to the Lands Between. His memories are muddled, mostly lost, but through adventuring he remembers himself, for better or worse. He remembers that wretched flower, and he seeks a power strong enough to oppose it.

Rem is an extremely quiet and emotionally guarded tarnished who borders on selectively mute, speaking little more than he has to. He makes very few connections but is not unwilling to cooperate with his fellows, seeing such actions as a great way to garner much needed knowledge. He gauges everything like a threat but closely safeguards those who win his trust and affection, albeit from the shadows.

Beneath his guarded exterior is a deep longing to return to a home no longer there. Caelid is a fetid wasteland and nightmarish shadow of what it once was, and it is the only time that he openly expresses deep pain upon seeing the remains of a land he once loved so dearly. It hurts more than he can bear to know that Radahn lives as Caelid does--as a shell of his former self. He does not hesitate to participate in the Festival, seeing it as a final act of kindness for his beloved General. It is a hard fought battle, but Rem leaves with Radahn's blades as his trophy, swearing to wield the colossal weapons in battle.

Though Rem was raised in a town of sorcery and has proficiency with night magics, his greatest strength comes from physical prowess. He wields all manner of great swords and colossal blades, overwhelming his foes with sheer strength and relentlessness. He embodies duality, using stealth, life sapping mist and poison to turn the tide of what could have been a heavily skewed battle. He does not see underhanded tactics as something to frown upon. After all, combat (and life) does not play fair. Aside from sorceries, Rem has studied incantations on a surface level, enough to know hos to cast a poisonous mist or mend his injuries.

Rem's loyalty to the red haired demigod is akin to a love that is all consuming. It was a love that felt unrequited, but his unwavering belief and devotion to honing himself into the perfect weapon caught the interest of the towering Radahn. They seemed an unconventional pair, but they both bonded quite easily through combat and a shared love of animals. Leonard, Radahn's steed, received many a rowa berry and nose pats from Rem.

He felt as though he lost Radahn twice over. Once, against the one-armed valkyrie and her scarlet rot, and a second time at his own hand. Though it was a mercy, to grant his beloved demigod a warrior's end, a part of him died again with the General. The loss is an ever present ache that leads to the nihilistic belief that nothing in the Lands is worth salvaging.

The pain of loss and his keen awareness of the loss of many others drives Rem down the path of becoming the Lord of the Frenzied Flame. He does so, not to spare Melina from a fiery end, but to bring an end to it all, to be the Lord of the lost and the broken. To put to rest all that distinguishes and divides, hoping that perhaps the flames will consume him too.

[ravenclaw-writes]

Shared Walls

| Part 2 |

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Description:

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of he longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn't sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard "more" and "please" and "faster". He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

"Are you ... hard?" Remus didn't need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

OR

James and Lily were being too loud. Sirius decided to switch to Remus' room.

Word Count: 2,783

Original Publish Date: 2021-07-10

A/N: Hi! Fic 3 from my AO3-to-tumblr transfer. Hope you like! Feel free to check out my other stuff either on here as I start to upload or on my AO3 where they already live :)

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It was late. Or early. Remus didn’t care to check the time. All he knew was that he would much rather be sleeping. Surely after seven years of sharing a living space with someone you’d think that he would be numb to this sort of thing. But here he was, lying on a bed in the Potter’s spare room listening to James and Lily go at it.

He couldn’t blame them really. It was the beginning of August and they hadn’t seen each other since they left Hogwarts. Really left Hogwarts in fact. Remus didn’t let himself think about how he would probably never return to the castle halls. If he did it wouldn’t be the same anyway.

James’ parents were on holiday for the week so James decided to invite the Marauders over to spend the week (not that his parents would have minded, they adored each and every one of them). Sirius was already living there full-time, Peter was on holiday with his family, and Lily was finally, finally back from visiting her grandparents. So it ended up being James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily. Not that Remus minded. He would have otherwise been sharing a room with Peter and he had had enough of hearing his snores to last a lifetime. It got to the point where James would secretly place a silencing charm around Peter’s bed the nights before early morning Quidditch practices.

So he couldn’t exactly blame James and Lily for wanting to make up for the lost time. But did they have to be so fucking loud? They were 18, they knew how to use silencing charms. James knew he was sharing a house with other people. That his room was sandwiched between Sirirus’ and the spare. Maybe this was why the Marauders called Remus a prude. He was a fan of sex, a big fan actually, but it seemed that having the opinion that one’s sex life should remain between those involved made him a prude.

Remus rolled over, pressing his face into his pillow. He was cursing James for being able to last this long but also a little proud of his improvements. Remus groaned. Now he wished that he was sharing a room with Peter. Maybe his snores would drown out the sounds from the other side of the wall.

The door to the spare room creaked open. Remus quickly turned his head to face the door. He could see a sliver of wand light making its way into the room and a mess of curly hair. “Moony? Are you awake?” Sirius.

His question was punctuated by a rather loud moan. Remus was severely uncomfortable. Lily was basically his sister, James his brother. It was like listening to his - Remus stopped himself from completing that thought. He did not need to be making the situation worse.

Sirius stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m not even going to let you answer that, I know for a fact that no one is sleeping through that.” He made his way over to the bed and sat down, pushing Remus to the far side of the bed.

Remus turned onto his side. “What are you doing here?” He tried to shield his eyes from the light emanating from Sirius’ wand.

“Shit, sorry, Nox.” The light went out. “I can’t sleep.”

Remus snorted. “And that’s my problem, because … ?”

Sirius spread himself out on the mattress. “My bed is against the same wall.” Remus didn’t see the issue. So was his. Sirius turned to face Remus. “Like, we share a wall. My bed, wall, his bed.” Ah. Remus could hear James’ bed bang against the wall every so often. He could only imagine how much worse it would be to be right there.

“So you’ve come to my room.”

“So I’ve come to your room.” With the little light that was escaping through the gaps in the curtains, Remus could make out Sirius’ grin.

“Hate to tell you, but it’s not much better over here.”

“It’s better than over there, believe me.” Remus did.

Sirius closed his eyes, and sighed, exhaling through his nose right into Remus’ face. Remus rolled over to face the other way and felt Sirius get under the covers with him.

Remus closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep. He hadn’t shared a bed with Sirius in years. He hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in years actually. It was weird. He could feel the presence of another body, the dip of the mattress. He could hear Sirius breathing. He could hear Lily and James. Remus groaned and tried to get more comfortable.

“Stop moving,” Sirius groaned.

“You’re in my bed, I’ll move if I want to move,” Remus quipped.

“Fiesty.”

“Shut up.”

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of the longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard “more” and “please” and “faster”. He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

“Are you … hard?”

Remus didn’t need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

In fact, Sirius didn’t answer. Remus didn’t know what to do. Neither of them moved. Remus would be lying if he hadn’t thought about being in a situation like this with Sirius (minus his two other friends fucking in the background). He had stopped thinking about it when Sirius had started making plans about them living together after Hogwarts. He could not act on his feelings and have shit hit the fan leaving him with nowhere to live in the fall. He also couldn’t continue to sit on his feelings and be the loser who thirsted over his flatmate. He was already the loser who thirsted over his best friend.

But now. Now. Now.

Was Sirius hard because of hearing James and Lily? If Remus could separate the noises from who they came from then … it sort of was a little hot. And if he let James and Lily’s names slip in … it felt, sexy? Remus’ dick twitched.

Remus wanted to test the waters. Maybe Sirius was sleeping. That would make more sense. And also make Remus feel weird for getting turned on by this situation. Somehow Sirius also being turned on made it ok. Alright. He was going to do this.

Trying to make it seem as nonchalant as possible, as if he was simply readjusting his position on the bed, Remus moved his ass over the bulge in Sirius’ pyjamas. He was met with a quick, sharp, inhale. Remus did it again. This time it was the sound of a small moan, caught in the back of a throat. Remus paused for thought. And did it again.

This time, Sirius’ hand reached out and gripped tightly onto Remus’ hip. He could feel Sirius’ nails digging into his skin. “Remus,” Sirius said through his teeth. Remus moved his body closer, his back flush again Sirius’ chest.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying to get comfortable.” Remus demonstrated, grinding his ass into Sirius. Sirius’ grip tightened, Remus could hear the hitch in his breath. “Something wrong?” Remus was fully hard now. He peeled Sirius’ hand off and rolled over so they were face to face.

Remus pressed himself into Sirius, felt his clothed cock press over Sirius’. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut.

“Seems like someone got a little turned on listening to our friends, hm?” Remus teased, repeating his previous motion.

“Fuck off,” Sirius breathed.

“Ok, I’ll stop.” Remus stopped moving and was about to put some distance between them when Sirius reached out and gripped Remus’ waist.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Remus smirked and pressed himself closer to Sirius. They were touching everywhere but their heads. That was the one place Remus was unsure of. Sirius could be horny as hell but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss Remus. He could work with that though.

Remus lifted his head off the pillow and brought his lips to Sirius’ ear. “Turn over.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was facing the other way and now it was Remus’ turn to hold him by the waist. Remus pulled him closer, pressed Sirius’ ass against his dick. He moaned at the pressure.

He could still hear James and Lily, it felt as if they were getting louder. Remus leaned his head into Sirius’ neck and began kissing it, moving up, and lightly bit on his earlobe. Sirius moaned, a real one this time. Remus reached his hand further and let it land on Sirius’ stomach. He slowly moved it lower, and slipped under Sirius’ waistband. He slid his hand over to the side, avoiding the head of Sirius’ upturned dick. Slowly, he ran his fingers over the base. Sirius hissed, breathing out a fuck. Remus lightly trailed his fingers up.

“Please,” Sirius begged as a voice in the other room screamed the same word.

Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius and began stroking. Sirius was big. He pulled his hand out of Sirius’ pyjamas and Sirius whined at the loss of contact. Remus loved the sound. He hooked a finger around Sirius’ waistband and began pulling. Sirius got the message and lifted his body off the mattress so Remus could pull the bottoms off. It was hard, having only one hand available, but eventually, they got to Sirius’ mid-thigh, exposing both his dick, and his ass. Remus lifted his hand closer to Sirius’ mouth. “Spit,” he commanded, directly into Sirius’ ear. Sirius did as he was told and spit into Remus’ hand.

“Good boy.” Remus praised, bringing his hand back to Sirius’ dick. With Sirius’ spit slicking up his own dick, Remus began stroking at a faster pace than before.

“Fuck, Moons.” Sirius moaned, pressing his ass into Remus. Remus groaned. Keeping one hand around Sirius, Remus used his other one to shimmy out of his own pyjama bottoms. It was a little awkward, and unlike Sirius, he was wearing underwear as well. Eventually, they were both at his ankles and he kicked them off, losing them in the sheets.

Returning to the task at hand, Remus pressed his now naked bottom half against Sirius. They both moaned as Remus’ dick pressed between Sirius’ cheeks. Remus began thrusting, grinding his dick against Sirius as he continued to move his hand around Sirius’ cock.

The sounds from the other room were beginning to lose their rhythm, there was more urgency. Sirius moaned. “Please, I need you.”

Remus tightened his grip around Sirius. “I don’t have any - I didn’t bring -”

Sirius cut him off “I know a spell,” He pushed himself out of Remus’ grip and searched for his wand on the bedside table. He muttered something under his breath and moaned. He returned to his position, back pressed against Remus. He reached behind him and took Remus’ hand, guiding it to his hole.

Hesitantly, Remus pressed a finger against Sirius and slowly eased in. To his surprise, it slid in. Whatever that spell was, Remus was glad that he didn’t have to curse himself for not bringing lube.

“Naughty, naughty.” Remus teased, pressing more of his finger in. Sirius moaned. “Who taught you that spell, hm? Or did you look it up yourself?” He spoke into Sirius’ ear. Sirius didn’t answer. Remus slowly started thrusting his finger. “You did, didn’t you?” He kept going. “Oh Pads, what am I to do with you?”

This time Sirius answered. “Anything.”

Remus tutted, “You have to be more specific, come on,” He added a second finger.

“Everything,” Sirius moaned.

Remus started scissoring his fingers, kissing along Sirius’ neck. “You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you? Letting me finger you while we listen to our friends fucking.”

Sirius groaned in response. Remus could tell he was getting impatient. He pulled his fingers out of Sirius and gripped his own dick. He gave it a few strokes. He was a little worried about going in dry, but he could tell from his fingers that Sirius’ insides were anything but.

He pressed the tip against Sirius’ hole. Teasing him just a little longer. The sounds from James’ room were definitely getting louder. Remus was surprised they were still going, but no longer complaining.

Remus pressed into Sirius and was met with warm, wet, heat. They both moaned at the feeling. Remus pressed himself all the way in. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Sirius moaned. Remus reached his hand around and wrapped it around Sirius. He ran his fingers up to the head and was met with a surprising amount of precum.

“Fuck,” Remus moaned, stroking Sirius, using the precum as lube. Remus slightly pulled out of Sirius and eased himself back in. He started to pick up the pace, matching his thrusts with his hand.

Sirius began chanting a slur of curses, filling in the gaps from their friends on the other side of the wall. Could they hear them? Were they getting off on hearing Remus and Sirius just as they were them? Fuck. Remus found that he actually enjoyed the thought. He let go of Sirius’ dick and grabbed his hip, turning him so he was chest first on the mattress. His head to the side, flushed cheeks highlighted by the light from the window.

With a leg on either side of Sirius, Remus began thrusting, finding that this position gave him more momentum. Sirius noticed it too. “Fuck, Remus!” He all but screamed. James and Lily heard that one for sure, but there wasn’t a pause.

Remus started moving faster, Sirius was loud. Remus loved it. He loved knowing that he was the one causing those sinful sounds to drip out of Sirius’ mouth.

Sirius reached out behind him, searching for Remus’ hand. Once found, he brought up to where his hair lay spread across the pillow. Remus understood immediately, grabbing a fistful. Sirius moaned and Remus pulled harder, causing Sirius’ head to lift from the pillow.

On the other side of their shared wall, Remus could hear the chanting of don’t stop and began picking up his own pace. With his free hand, he grabbed Sirius’ waist and pulled him up so he was on his hands and knees. Remus didn’t let go of Sirius’ waist or his hair. He started thrusting faster, harder. Sirius’ dick bounced with every thrust, still leaking.

“Touch me, please, fuck,” Sirius begged between moans. Remus obeyed and reached around and under Sirius and wrapped a hand around him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Remus and James.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Sirius and Lily.

Remus started thrusting harder. “Fuck, right there, yes, yes, yes,” Sirius moaned.

Remus let go of Sirius’ hair and his head fell forward. Remus could feel himself getting close. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, please let me cum, please, please,” Sirius started begging. Remus didn’t remember telling Sirius to wait until he was told to cum but fuck if it wasn’t hot. Remus was about to tell Sirius yes when he got an idea.

“Wait until they do. So they can hear it.”

Sirius let his arms go limp and he faceplanted into the pillow. Face down, ass up. “Hnngg.”

Remus smirked, pounding harder into Sirius’ prostate.

And then, with a loud moan, a curse, and a final bang of the headboard against the wall, the sounds came to an end. That was all he needed.

Remus sped up his hand. “You can cum now.”

Sirius let go with a mix of swears in both English and French, coating the sheets of the Potter’s guest room with his cum. The feeling of Sirius clenching around him is what tipped Remus over the edge and he came deep, and hard inside Sirius.

Remus caught his breath and slowly pulled out. Sirius winced at the feeling before extending his legs and letting them flop on the mattress, utterly spent. Remus grabbed Sirius’ wand and quickly cleaned up the mess, knowing Sirius would probably not like to fall asleep sticky with both of their cum.

Remus let himself fall into the mattress beside Sirius.

“Maybe I should sneak in here more often if that’s what’s waiting for me,” Sirius chuckled.

Remus snorted. “You say that now.”

Sirius opened his eyes in confusion.

“You seem to have forgotten that the four of us will be eating breakfast together in the morning.”

There was a pause.

“… I did forget about that part.”

Remus laughed again and closed his eyes. Finally, silence.

[dead-lights]

deadcanon: history of the devampiros

ok this is unnecessarily long and not very interesting - I've had these thoughts swimming through my head for the past few weeks, and wanted to get them written out. the tl;dr: they are vampire veterans of the century conflict, they fell in love, but then he decided he doesn't want to be a vampire anymore so they're getting divorced.

dillon

Real quick here with the spelling. The gallery model for this dude from the Malpractice household has the name Dillin Derito. I just… can’t, with Dillin. I can’t. My justification here is that Dillin Derito is the stage name he and his publicist agreed on to make him sound more Del Sol. His birth name, Dillon DeVampiro, comes from his mother’s maiden name. It doesn’t sound very Del Sol.

Default traits: Genius, bookworm, romantic

Florencia Dillon was one of the first spellcasters turned during Operation Eternal Flame. Prior to her transformation, she was a virtuoso within the School of Mischief and a close friend of Keisha Hughes. She joined forces with Vlad Straud early in his rise to power and eventually married one of his offspring, Claude DeVampiro. Claude was born mundane and was among the first few who had actually asked to turn. Their son Dillon DeVampiro was born around the time Mooncasters started their experiments.

Dillon’s parents were heavily involved with the early war effort. Florencia, with her understanding of spellcasters, was particularly useful to Vlad. Dillon spent his childhood preparing for war, with everyone from his parents to Vlad himself stepping in to train him.

When Dillon was a teenager, his father was killed by spellcasters. Decades later, his mother was slain by her old friend Keisha.

Dillon remained with the Straud coven. He had a reputation as a shrewd tactician - his mother taught him all about spellcasters growing up, and that inside knowledge combined with his genius trait led to him doing some real damage.

elle

Default traits: Materialistic, music lover, snob

Gabriel and Eva Nox were tavernkeepers in Glimmerbrook at the start of the Century Conflict, and were turned around the time Operation Eternal Flame started picking up steam. It was a huge blow to morale - the Noxes were well-liked, and their tavern was one of the main social hubs in Glimmerbrook at the time. Beyond that, they weren’t involved with the war effort in any capacity and were still snatched away. No one was safe.

In game terms, when they were human both Gabriel and Eva had the foodie & music lover traits. After their transformations, they also became snobs. They eventually joined the Aria coven, a group of vampires who believed that their immortality and powers were best put towards mastery of the arts.

Around the time werewolves were invented, their daughter Elle was born. Elle had an extensive fine arts education, studying everything from music to poetry as a child. She specialized in violin, and by the time she was a minor vampire she’d developed a reputation as a skilled performer.

The older she got, the more stifled Elle felt by her coven. They were firmly committed to staying entirely out of the war, which frustrated her. She wanted to learn how to use her powers, and she wanted the sort of status only celebrated warriors could achieve. As a musician, she could potentially run in those circles, but she would never actually be part of the upper crust.

Other covens often hired musicians from Aria to perform at social gatherings, with some staying for extended periods of time. After building up her reputation and successfully outmaneuvering her competitors, Elle was awarded a coveted longterm position in Forgotten Hollow as the Straud coven’s resident violinist.

together

Elle moved to Forgotten Hollow a decade or so after Vlad conquered it, during a period of rapid economic development. Vampires had been steadily accumulating power and wealth and began pouring resources into the area, constructing housing ranging from fine manors to tenements meant to house not only the vampires, but also the human prey they hoped to lure into the town.

Dillon met Elle soon after Vlad hired her, but she was always busy with her violin during social gatherings. At one point he made an offhand comment to Vlad that it was a shame that he never got the chance to dance with her. Vlad, wanting to be a good bro, decided to grease the wheels. At the next gala he had Elle replaced by a different violinist from Aria (with whom Elle had a very catty, contentious relationship). He’s not great with people sometimes.

The other violinist smugly informed Elle that she was being replaced because Dillon didn’t want her to perform. Furious, Elle stormed over to Straud manor to demand an explanation. Dillon, mortified but optimistic that he could salvage the situation, explained what he’d actually said to Vlad and, in the same breath, asked if she would like to attend the gala with him, since her plans for the evening had fallen through. Charmed, Elle accepted. Surprising absolutely no one, they snuck away from the gala at some point for a little alone time. Surprising everyone, they were inseparable after that.

Elle was a prime vampire when she moved to Forgotten Hollow, very close to becoming a master (I’m defining this as - she’d been learning supernatural speed and could kiiinda do it - like she could go fast - but she had no directional control and just bounced off of things or fell over. The way ranks/powers work in-game is so sudden, but I see it as a more gradual transition). Though still mostly focused on her music, she began to train with the rest of the Straud coven, with additional private instruction by Dillon. When he floated the idea of marriage to her, she said she didn’t want that until she was a grand master. She was concerned about her reputation - if they waited until she was fully ranked up, the narrative would be that he’d married a fellow grand master. If they married before that, she worried that no one would notice when she finally did become a grand master, and she would always be seen as his lower-ranked wife. He thought she was probably right about that, and agreed to hold off on a wedding. He did, however, start pushing her much harder in her training.

Soon after Elle mastered her mist form, she and Dillon got married. Many of the most prominent members of the war effort attended the wedding. A group of spellcasters got wind of their plans and decided to stage an attack during the reception. The attack was supremely unsuccessful. Elle and Dillon were a little disappointed they hadn’t have known about it in advance - they could’ve saved a lot on catering. Classy lady that she was, Elle managed to avoid spilling a single drop of blood on her fancy white dress.

As a wedding gift, Elle and Dillon were given a human woman known as Inna Cents to work as their maid, with her main responsibilities involving cleaning and attending to Elle’s wardrobe. I’ll dive into Inna’s backstory in a separate post.

A decade or so after the wedding, Elle’s parents were killed by spellcasters. As hard as they’d tried to avoid the war, it got them in the end. Despite her best efforts, Elle was unable to track down the casters responsible to take her revenge.

The DeVampiros continued to fight at Vlad’s side for the rest of the war. When it was clear that it was over for them, they turned their attention to Operation High Fang, a propaganda campaign meant to win them the battle of public opinion. Elle reconciled with the remnants of the Aria coven. With their cultured upbringings and exposure to human art, they were uniquely qualified to promote the classy image vampires were trying to present.

Life was fairly uneventful after the war. Elle devoted herself to her music. Dillon learned to day walk and attended university a few times, and spent the rest of his time helping Vlad train young vampires and expanding his vast collection of books.

Vlad and Dillon put on a number of plays over the years, just for funsies. They weren’t very good, but they weren’t completely terrible. Elle was unimpressed by supportive - acting was a hobby for him, and you don’t have to be good at hobbies for them to be worthwhile to pursue. She wasn’t thrilled when he decided to hire a publicist in Del Sol to try to get an actual acting career going, but she figured they could make it work. She didn’t realize that this was the start of the vampiric equivalent of a midlife crisis.

Dillon’s publicist told him he could get a job on a new medical drama, Malpractice, if he took the cure, took the name Dillin Derito, and took off his shirt. Dillon suggested that Elle take the cure as well. Elle suggested that he start looking for an attorney, because she was filing for divorce. He did not take her threat seriously. After more than a century and a half spent happily married, he was confident that Elle was just bluffing. She’d learn to like Del Sol.

Though Elle repeatedly told him that their marriage would be over if he became human, Dillon was shocked when she actually had him served. He’s been dragging out the divorce as much as possible in the hopes of convincing her to reconcile. It’s a sad situation. From Dillon’s perspective, Elle is the same as she’s always been. He badly misses his wife and wants her back. From Elle’s perspective, there is a delicious stranger walking around with her husband’s face, and she is mourning the man she lost.

Vlad wasn’t happy about Dillon’s decision but tried to be supportive, believing his bro would return to Forgotten Hollow and turn back after he’d had his fun - if nothing else, because he’d want to go back to Elle. When Elle filed for divorce, Vlad was absolutely furious, thinking she would just push Dillon further away. In retaliation, he kicked her out of the coven. Elle joined up with the Bloodvein coven. Inna, who had grown close to Elle after her own transformation, went with her.

[beezonia]

wanted to ramble about the trix for a bit since I haven’t shared anything to do with my rewrite atm

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The Trix aren’t biological siblings, they have extremely close bonds with each other though

It helps amplify their magic since the three of them are part of their own coven (coven of albasté - Albasté is the little village in Domino the ancestral witches came from)

So if one is weak or has lost their strength, then the others become slightly weaker since their magic is connected

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Icy - 18 (when we first meet the trix in the rewrite they are in their second year at cloud tower) she’s also a December baby

Full Name - Irida Chione Staltican

Witch of Winter (a walking snowstorm basically)

Dyamond in my rewrite is technically a small planet near Zenith hence why it’s always so cold and blizzard like there

She is the only surviving member of the royal family (much like bloom, foils anyone? But unfortunately much like musa she suffers the fate of not being able to see them again)

She can be pretty standoffish, a bit of a bitch and Icy will probably seem like an asshole to those who aren’t close to her or just don’t know her

There’s a reason for this (she’s cursed to not form emotional attachments because of her role as head witch of the coven she’s only bonded with her sisters)

but to her sisters she’s fiercely protective, always teasing then in her usual Icy way

Icy is loyal to a fault even if she shows it by barking orders and scolding her sisters

But she’s fighting for them so they can get their happy ending, so that their dreams of becoming the most powerful witches the magic dimension has ever seen come true

Biggest Lesbian on earth (sorry not sorry tritanus)

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Darcy - 19

(Darcy is a February baby she’s the eldest but the role of head witch went to Icy because the ancestral witches saw more potential in her then the other two)

Full name - Darcy Eris Belinaro 

Witch of illusions (Lady of Darkness is a moniker she goes by on Solaria)

Yeah she’s technically a Selenite, born in the small town of Nox. Darcy showed immense strength and potential at the young age of 12 when her magic of illusion was awakened

And so her Mother, Lillith taught Darcy every she needed to know, prepping her for when she’d fulfil her destiny as the ancestral witch’s successor

Darcy is a natural liar, a well known manipulator too.

Literally has most of the witches at cloud tower under her thumb because either she’s manipulating them or they’re afraid of her

Oh yeah she’s aroace btw (it’s an important part of her story when she discovers a lot more about herself when she returns to Nox)

She is fun to be around once you get to know her, a literal mother hen towards her sisters

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Stormy - 18 (Stormy my lovely October baby)

Full name - Seraphine “Stormy” Opheric

Witch of storms

Born in the small coastal town of Tiderius, north of the Andros capital city Azul

Stormy was always a wild child, she never cared about consequences, never cared about punishment

until her older brother (Draco) got arrested for a crime he didn’t commit

Stormy became obsessed with each planets law and rules wanting justice for her brother and a way to find loopholes in every little rule they could come up with

(She got so angry one day looking at how unfair some governments were that she caused her towns power to go out for a good day or two)

Stormy is an absolute blast to be around, sure she can be pushy and convince you to do bad things that could potentially get you in prison for life

But she’s party animal at heart, she drinks and gets so rowdy that Darcy swears she’s started half of the fights that have broken out in cloud tower

Stormy denies the accusation each and every time (she gets so drunk she can’t really remember)

Just be careful around her, you don’t wanna become her drinking buddy or her lapdog

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That’s the main overview of the trix, I’ll gladly answer any questions you have about them!

[a-d-nox]

Hello to Nox . Just wanted to ask your view on two asteroids Giza(5249) & Sphinx(896), i know those two different but some what related "Great Sphinx Of Giza". Thank you so much.

sphinx, the omniscient riddler (asteroid 896)

so asteroid giza (5249) is related to the city itself, and asteroid sphinx (896) is related to the creature.

A sphinx is both the legends of Egyptian, Mesopotamian, and Greek myths. The sphinx is a mythical creature with the body of a lion and the head of a human. Sphinxes originated in the Near East - it was likely Pharaoh Khafre who had the Sphinx of Giza erected. Art after that point in time often depicted sphinxes trampling enemies of kings. In Greek lore, the sphinxes were female, but in Eastern lore, the sphinx could be either gender. There is one Greek sphinx that stands out among the rest... The winged sphinx of Boeotian Thebes terrorized people with a riddle taught to her by the Muses. "What is it that has one voice and yet becomes four-footed, two-footed, and three-footed?" When the riddle was answered correctly, the person could marry the widowed queen, Jocasta. Every time someone answered incorrectly, the sphinx would eat them. Oedipus was the first to give the correct answer: "a man"; he crawls as an infant, walks when grown, and needs the support of a staff when of old aged. The sphinx then either killed herself by hurling herself off a cliff, or Oedipus dispatched her. Oedipus then, of course, unknowingly married his own mother Jocasta as the prophecy stated in his myth. IN MY OPINION Sphinx in your chart can represent a) where you might be seen as menacing, b) your reputation for being cruel or threatening, c) your wisdom, d) your appreciation for riddles, and/or e) your ability to appear omniscient.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of sphinx along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of sphinx AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede sphinx!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS: jokaste (899)

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[astarionbae]

Kadari Calrissian is the daughter of former Stormtrooper Freya Calrissian and the late Resistance pilot Wyatt Cloudgust, the maternal granddaughter of Lando Calrissian. The girl was named after the birthname of her mother's that the First Order eventually swiped away from memory before renaming her FY-4201. Taking part in the Resistance, Kadari helps repair ships, droids, and technology such as the bases' central power grid. Her mother Freya taught her how to fight and shoot while her grandfather Lando taught her how to pilot and create gadgets. Skilled as a technician belonging to the small group known as "The Technos", she went under the guise as Dauntless Bela, or just Bela for short. Developing a name for herself, many Resistance fighters recommended stopping by personally to gain her help. Because of this, Kadari was eventually recruited for help by fellow friend Jace Volanardo to help restore his new found vessel he called Honor to its glory days. Doing this favor earned her a place in the Honor Crew alongside Jace, Ender Solo, and Adelpha Nox as the freighter's technician and engineer.

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[bonelyheartsclub]

Have any of the skeletons tried to learn a different language or are interested in one? (I speak Spanish so I'm sure if I talked to them I would say something in my language by mistake x))

Note: Each of these are from the writers for each boy, so some will be longer than others ^^ Sans - Maybe a bit interested in French, but otherwise not really his jam Papyrus - Would really like to learn about romantic languages! The more well known ones mainly (ex. Spanish, Italian, French), but he's also deep into wanting to learn the Latin roots and use them casually to make cool statements and know what things mean even if he doesn't know the language Blue - Knows sign language, is interested in taking up another 1 or 2 languages Stretch - Wants to learn Spanish since a lot of people in the world speak it. Blue also taught him sign so he’s fluent in that too. Red - Isn't interested in learning to speak any language in particular, but likes learning random words in various languages (especially German) so he can yell them randomly and make people think he's cursing even if he isn't. Boss - Is a professional chef and is actively trying to learn Italian to improve his knowledge in his field. He is also interested in picking up Korean someday, but wants to focus on one language at a time. Nox - Knows a bit of French since it makes him sound fancy. Rus - Wants to learn Spanish, since it's often a lot of people's second language and he's pretty fond of sweets, mostly in the form of pastries, so he's picked up a little French in learning how to pronounce the names

Ash - Struggles with learning languages, so the question doesn't apply Poplar - Knows sign language as well, has a passing interest in a lot of languages but is currently learning Hungarian. He likes the sound of it and he finds its grammar and structure fascinating.

[profoundlyfaded]

I wanted to share some fic I’m working on - Tertiary Impressions - charting Emmrich falling for Rook. She’s a fellow Mourn Watcher but a Reaper. I’ve made a few changes; in my HC, Reapers are Warrior Mages, so Rook can competently cast magic as well as fight. The another element of reimagining here is, well, I don’t like the heavy armour sets across the game so the armour I describe in this is actually inspired by the Nox Nightmaiden set from Elden Ring (including the Twin Crown for really special occasions - I love henins and we know they’re canon cos Vivienne). Anyway enough babble and more fic -

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He was continuing his study of her; casual destruction of the dead did not sit easily with him but she hadn’t demonstrated any of the usual reckless disregard for life that brought someone to that moment. He had uncovered a number of people committing that particular crime, all of them power hungry and seeking to further themselves. Rook did not seem to be in that mould.

A call for help would arrive from her slowly building pool of allies and she would answer it willingly, donning armour with matching robes that flowed around her as she moved. He’d watched her train in the courtyard, perfecting moves that seemed closer to a dance than battle stances as she worked with her shield, spinning elegantly when she threw it and moving with liquid fluidity as she practiced blocks and attacks with it. When Rook was not training, he’d find her laughing with their associates or even sitting quietly in the library, book or paper in hand with a pot of tea.

That was how Emmrich found Rook that morning; knees bunched up to her chest, reading one of the many newspapers the team eagerly amassed from their various travels across Northern Thedas. Her dark hair fell in soft waves to her waist and she had yet to adorn her usual make-up. Only her facial tattoo highlighted the shape of her face. It wasn’t often anyone saw her like this; she usually kept to her private quarters until she was battle ready once the others were up. A fact he had learnt the previous week.

Rook lowered the paper as she looked up at him. ‘All well? Are the others...’

She trialled off, but he caught the direction of her query; the others and their caution of Necromancy.

‘I caught Harding attempting to teach Manfred a game with his hands, something about paper and scissors,’ he explained.

Rook’s lips lifted into a smile, the type of expression that radiated with joy, and she laughed. ‘She taught me that as well, just to pass the time when I first left the Necropolis.’ She sobered. ‘And what about you?’

‘Getting there,’ he replied.

Her eyebrows flicked up. ‘Perhaps you should join us next time we venture out? Nothing builds camaraderie like having someone’s back in a tight corner and your combat skills were impressive back in the Necropolis.’

Her voice dropped into a soft, wry tone, lips quirking at the corners.

‘High praise, indeed, from a Reaper,’ he replied bowing his head. ‘And of course, I’ll be happy to assist however I can.’

‘Excellent, because we’ve got a lead on a Dragon Hunter in Rivain,’ she said. ‘Harding and I are heading out tomorrow now we’ve identified which mirror to use.’

‘Then I shall prepare accordingly.’

[liviavanrouge]

Forgotten pt 3

Let me tell you about a girl that I used to be

Livia: *Walks to the Common Room, wearing a bright purple dress with silver trimmings, her hair in pigtails*

Lilia: *Stares at her, his eyes narrowed*

Vivia: Huh...

Livia: *Stares then curtsy's Lilia* Papa-

Lilia: So you're the replacement...

Livia: *Looks up her eyes wide in alarm* Replacement...

Same name same face but a different me

Livia: *Perks up, suddenly falling to her knees*

Vivia: *Perks up, her eyes widening*

Livia and Vivia: *Stares at each other, startled by how similar they looked*

Lilia: *Stares Livia down* I don't like this one..

Livia: Huh-

Nex and Vex: *Grabs Livias arms, forcing her to her feet*

She didn't know what she was thinking

Vivia: Ah, WAIT-

Sebek: *Shoves Vex and Nex back* LIVIA, RUN!!!

Livia: *Stumbles slightly, her eyes wide* Huh-

Sebek: *Narrows his eyes at Nex and Vex, gripping his baton*

Livia: *Turns and runs off*

Vivia: *Hurries after Livia, her hair flying behind her* WAIT!!

Didn't know her world was sinking

Livia: *Runs to the courtyard, gasping when her heel broke, sending her falling to the ground*

Vivia: H-Hey!!

Livia: *Takes her heels off, standing up with her head bowed*

Vivia: I-I don't want any problems

Livia: *Turns around, staring at Vivia, smiling as she turned into a swarm of bats* Take care of Papa for me

Vivia: *Reaches forward alarmed*

Had her dreams written on a paper in her hand

Livia: *Sits in a bed at Avos' place, staring at her old drawing*

Nox: Hey Liv, we have fruit cake, want some?

Livia: *Looks over* Oh...sure..

Nox: *Nods, giving her a small smile* I'll bring you a big slice, I know you love fruit cake

Livia: *Smiles slightly then looks down at her drawing, her ears flattened back*

Held on tight but she didn't understand

Livia: *Walks through NRC, wearing a disguise*

Livia: *Stops in her tracks, staring forward*

Lilia: *Smiles slightly, letting Vivia place a flower crown on his head*

Vivia: *Beams, her eyes sparkling*

Livia: *Stares then turns and walks away* He's fine....I didn't need to check on him...

The love and heart that she's replacing

Livia: *Smiles, Vixo showing her how to throw a dagger*

Vixo: *Tosses the dagger forward, hitting the center* Haha! Three in a row!

Livia: *Claps* That was awesome...

Livia: *Looks down, getting reminded of when Lilia taught her how to throw snowballs* ...really awesome...

Nox: *Pats her back, giving her a small smile*

All the past that she's erasing

Arian: *Smiles wide, holding his shawl up to Lilia's chest*

Lilia: *Stares at him curiously* What are you doing

Arian: *Giggles, giving him a cheeky smile* Trying to figure out the perfect gift!

Lilia: Mhm..

Lilia: *Blinks twice, finding Vivia back in front of him*

Vivia: *Smiles wide, holding bracelets up to his hair*

Livia: *Stares at them from beside a tree then looks down*

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We all get lost sometimes

Livia: *Looks down, gripping her dress*

Lilia: Finally, they've caught you.

Livia: *Stays silent, Pixle placing his hand over hers*

Pixle: Liv...

Livia: *Closes her eyes*

And we forget who we are

Livia: *Opens her eyes, an expressionless look on her face as she stared at Lilia*

Lilia: What...

Livia: You have no right to treat me as if I'm the fake, Papa...

Vivia: Dad-

Lilia: *Lifts his hand, a fireball appearing*

And we forget who we are

Livia: *Turns into a swarm of bats, dodging the incoming attack*

Sebek: *Smiles in relief* Livia!

Silver: *Sighs, a hand on his chest*

Vivia: *Sits down, her eyes wide feeling relief flood through her*

Somewhere along the way

Livia: *Stands on the rooftop on Avos' home, Pixle on her shoulder*

Pixle: Liv...

Livia: I'm...not okay, Pix..

Pixle: *Hugs her cheek, his wings fluttering*

Livia: *Smiles slightly, letting herself relax*

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We're all running in a crazy race

Lilia: *Covers his face, feeling his vision blur*

???: DAD! DAD!!

Lilia: *Looks up*

Livia(Illusion): Papa?

Lilia: *Shakes his head then looks up* Huh..

Vivia: Dad?

Never thinking about the hearts we break

Lilia: *Waves Vivia off, giving her a small smile* I'm fine

Vivia: *Nods and walks away, hurrying to her room*

Lilia: *Touches his head then perks up* What..

Arian(Ghost): *Glares at Lilia, tears falling down his cheeks*

Lilia: Arian...

And as our hope starts fading away

Arian: *Turns away, fading into the air*

Lilia: *Reaches forward* ARIAN!!

Silver: *Steps in, looking concerned* Lilia?

Lilia: *Looks over, lowering his hand* I'm fine..don't..don't worry about it

Silver: Alright...

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Things are never gonna be the same

Livia: *Beams, sitting in Avos' lap, holding the doll he had given her*

Avos: *Smiles slightly, a hand on her back*

Nox: *Laughs, gently pinching Livias cheek* Chubby cheeks!

Vix: *Chuckles, smiling as he tied his hair up in a ponytail*

Livia: *Laughs, waving Nox's hand away*

'Cause when you're standing there all alone

Lilia: *Stares with wide eyes, a hand on a tree*

Livia: *Smiles wide, holding a tea cup*

Avos: *Smiles, holding Livias doll for her* It's hot, be careful

Livia: I know!

Nox: Here sis, try the peach cake!

Livia: Okay!

Losing everything you've ever known

Lilia: *Stares at Livia stunned then looks down*

Livia: *Hops off Avos' lap, beaming as she followed Nox and Vix*

Vix: *Laughs, keeping Livia from reaching the doll* Too slow!

Nox: *Grins wide, laughing* Get him Livia!

Livia: *Chases after Vixo, laughing*

You're staring at a different face

Livia: *Perks up, her eyes widening* Huh...

Lilia: *Stares at Livia, holding her stuffed red panda*

Livia: *Closes her parasol, lowering it* Papa..

Lilia: *Lifts his hand* I want you to-

???: Sis! It's time for our picnic come on!

Livia: *Stares at Lilia's hand, then turns and walks away*

Lilia: *Lowers his hand stunned*

~~~~~~~

Things are never gonna be the same

Livia(5): *Beams, running towards Lilia* Papa!!

Lilia: *Laughs when Livia leapt for him* Hey, Livy!

Livia: *Beams up at him, her arms around his waist*

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Livia(16): *Smiles wide, her arms around Avos' abdomen*

Nox: *Peeks out and pokes Livia in the side, laughing*

Vix: *Grins, his arms crossed over his chest*

Avos: *Chuckles, patting Livias back*

Lilia: *Stares at them then looks away*

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I have some cute random facts about the skeleton brothers?

Sure can!

Undertale Sans - Sans is the one who sneaked the annoying dog into the house Underground. He figured that when Papyrus is a little sad, the dog always managed to cheer him up, or, well, annoy him enough so he doesn't think about what's making him sad anymore.

Undertale Papyrus - When Undyne and Alphys had their first kid, Papyrus played the nanny so they could both sleep the first night as he could see they were both really exhausted. He ends up being the child's godfather as well and he would die for his niece/nephew.

Underswap Sans - He participated in a beauty contest for fun with Alphys in the first month he reached the Surface and won. He's still sleeping with his trophy to this day, he's actually very proud of it (mostly because Alphys didn't win anything and her jealous face will not make him laugh).

Underswap Papyrus - He didn't know how to swim and so he was sad when he found himself all alone during the first monster trip to the beach while everyone was having fun. So Asgore picked him up and carried him on his back so he could enjoy the sea like the others. He even taught him the basics in a swimming pool when they got home and Honey is so thankful for it as he discovered he actually really likes that.

Underfell Sans - He couldn't be a dinosaur kid Underground, but I can promise you that the second he got on the Surface, he fell madly in love with the giant reptiles to the point of squealing in joy every time he saw a toy representing a dinosaur he doesn't have. He has a very impressive collection of them now. Edge took him to a dinosaur museum for his birthday. After that, it became impossible to make Red shut up for two months. It's still his favorite place on Earth and he's going there at least once a month.

Underfell Papyrus - That time, completely drunk, when he confessed to Undyne that she was his best friend and that he didn't know what he'd do without her. Of course, the next morning, the face entirely red, he screamed at her she imagined the whole thing and to leave him alone, despite her recording of the scene on her phone. But yeah, he turns a lot softer once drunk and Undyne is so amused by this that she's going to torment him for two months.

Horrortale Sans - Since Toriel's eyesight became pretty terrible over the years, once a week, Oak comes to her place to read books to her. It's a nice routine they have from Underground after he got his skull smashed as reading was helping Oak's memory. He struggled on a lot of words and she helped him through his lecture. Now he's doing it only to entertain her, mainly because it hurts him so much to notice Toriel is aging. She became his whole world through the years and he's not sure he could bear losing her. So he cherishes any small moment he has with her.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's working as a volunteer in an old people retirement home and even if he's not supposed to, he loves taking the three old ladies he's taking care of to the movie theater or to the restaurant just so they can have fun for a few hours. They're all acting like they're on a super secret mission and it's always a nice time. He kidnapped them next Gyftmas to celebrate at his place because no one should be without a family at that time.

Swapfell Sans - He loves being massaged to the point he becomes completely limp in his S/O's arms. It's actually one of the very rare moments you'll see him fully relaxed and/or deep asleep, as Nox usually never lowers his guard. That pretty much means he feels very safe around you, which is literally a confession that he trusts you with his life. You're a lucky one.

Swapfell Papyrus - The first time Nox took him to an attraction park once they arrived on the Surface is where Rus actually called him brother again for the first time in almost twenty years. Now that's something they do every year, to remind each other that despite everything that happened, they're still here for each other. Rus can tell it's Nox's way to apologize for the childhood Rus never really had and he's actually glad. Even though it's also a good excuse to get his revenge once a year by dragging his brother to a fantom train just to watch him scream with terror the whole time, without being able to complain because Rus will guilt-trip him otherwise lmao.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He tried makeup for the first time on the Surface and now he has a little bit of an addiction on his hands. He can spend hours in the cosmetics shops, just trying everything to see what looks good on him. He's actually so known in these shops the seller usually keeps all the new things in a corner so he can try them when he comes.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Since he doesn't like to talk to the seller in the shops, he usually sends his brother or his S/O to buy things for him. But since they often mess up and don't pick what he wants, now he's coming along, just hiding behind them and silently pointing at the things he wants with puppy eyes. Now that he has a little more confidence he's just doing it with anything he wants and that is not planned. Just staring intensely so someone notices him and buys it lol. He's poor, please say yes :(

[tamedstray]

@notyetfixed ⁀➷ 𝑵𝒐𝒏-𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 Sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something —Nox

Returning from his trip, Vigor sees the familiar doors, and without having to be reassured time and again, he knows he is welcome. When everything else in his life felt like a horrible dream, the Bailey was the only thing that felt normal. Even returning to his greenhouse, his solace in younger years, meant confronting memories that twisted his passion into poison. A rot seeped through every memory and every dream, until there was only Nox and the Bailey to remind him of what a home should feel like.

      But that rot had spread. He'd carried it with him to the Bailey.

      Even from across the room, Vigor knew. There was nothing unique about his appearance, dressed down to fit in, but he knew. He can hear him talking to Nox. He's laughing. And why not? No one except him knew just how dangerous Irnvar was, and yet, the venomous serpent was hissing gentle words to Nox.

      ❝Do you see many Upper City boys pass through here?❞ Irnvar smiles, playful, but all Vigor sees is a proud predator toying with cornered prey. He can't be alone. If the other patrons aren't with him, then he will have hirelings waiting nearby. He wouldn't be foolish enough to come unprepared, after all. ❝They must pay well... on their father's coin,❞ Irnvar laughs, far too relaxed, speaking casually as if he wouldn't know.

      A disguise could buy him time to excuse Nox to a back room, but his potions are spent. Still, he has to approach, placing himself where he could best protect her. He would never forgive himself if Nox got hurt whilst he informed the Briar Knights of the danger.

      ❝Then again, a common whore is a common whore. What difference does it make?❞ Irnvar muses, feigning curiosity for a little dramatic flare. He asks, as if he isn't steadfast in his opinion. Irnvar then lifts Nox's chin, commanding eye contact, and inspecting her like chattel. His gentle push soon turns into gripping her by the chin, tightening like a vice.

      ❝It's ownership. Should I pay you, or the petulant dog who owns you?❞

      In an instant, Vigor has placed himself between Nox and Irnvar. Dagger brandished and tucked into his father's side. He'd been taught well, but nothing could stop the guard dog biting its master when they became the threat. Irnvar smiles. His heart had sunk when he first saw him, but now? It was alight with righteous fury.

      It is only when Nox lends him her gentle touch that Vigor is stilled, grounding him in the moment. He can't do it, least the patriar's death invoke the wrath of the Flaming Fists, or any mercenaries hidden amongst the patrons. Besides, Nox doesn't even know who he is. Vigor needed time to explain just how bad this was. He looks back at Nox, awaiting her command.

[ask-healthy-light]

Mere moments after she silently landed right next to a sleeping Light, Nox cast a muffling spell on herself, just in case she was not quiet enough, and gently lifted their mane off their front leg to find Boom's bracelet; but while it appeared to be little more than an unadorned piece of jewellery, now she looked more closely, Nox vaguely sensed the strange enchantment that had been cast upon it.

Though it was faint, and she only just managed to notice anything even through great focus, she was certain that the magic used was Ancient, akin to spells that she had been taught by both her Mother and her Mentor; but although she did not know whether Boom had created the bracelet himself, or had merely found it somewhere, it mattered not, as the foulness within him could not eavesdrop on them.

With great caution as to not wake up either Light or any of the others of their company, Nox placed her paws on the bracelet, and quietly whispered one of the very first incantations she ever learnt, which briefly caused the bracelet to glow with a pleasant warmth, before it dimmed again; and after she carefully snuck out of their small camp, when she got far enough away, she let out a deep sigh.

Unless one was the creator of the magic enchantment in question, it was far harder to break a spell or curse that had been cast upon an item than merely warding its effects, shielding the wearer from the negatives that could affect them; and while she knew not for how long her own spell would last, nor whether it had actually worked, Nox tried to think of a white lie as Nox flew back to the rock.

Fortunately, since he saw how tired she was when she offered to take over the watch, she could tell Boom that she had merely fallen asleep if she suddenly appeared in his dreams, or close to them, if his mind was akin to that of Discord, and forbidden from entry; and in the brief window of time she wandered in the Realm of Dreams, she could talk to Light, and Shining, and all the others, as well.

Although she was not certain that the Realm of Dreams was as safe and isolated as the Spirit Realm, especially since her Mother and she had led beings out of their own dreams before, she figured that it was one of the safest options to see if her idea had worked; so after she made sure that Nuntius was still resting beneath her wing, Nox closed her eyes, and let herself enter the Realm of Dreams.

The array of colours around her almost made her believe she had entered the Spirit Realm again, had it not been for a couple of doors that stood close to her, all unique in their shape, size, colour, and even the material of which they were made; and as she walked past doors of rock, fire, crystal, and wood, she could easily tell which door would bring her to whose dreams, save for a single door.

Some distance past the end of the row of doors stood a foul emptiness, but as she slowly approached it, Nox could tell that it was trying to push her away, and she figured that it would lead her into the mind of Boom, if she tried hard enough; but when she found her balance, and she peered into the darkness from a distance, she saw nothing but a faint figure standing motionlessly in the distance.

While Nox was not unfamiliar with the sight of faceless beings, having studied for many aeons under Grim, something about the faint and featureless figure almost froze her heart, and she quickly dove aside when it slowly turned towards her; and as she crawled away in fear, and hid behind one of the doors, Nox quietly prayed to forget the chilling image of its unnatural movement and hollowed eyes.

Whatever the terrifying figure was, Nox knew that it was not of any Realm she knew, not Waking, nor Spirit, nor the Realm of Dreams in which she sat, where she felt her heart beat faster than she had ever thought possible; and her only relief was that the foul darkness did not seem to grow past the doorway, but she preferred not to wait, so she quickly opened the door that had been shielding her.

As she leaned against the door, Nox waited for her heart to calm down, when she heard a faint echo:

"...bark bark..."

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[the-snowy-river]

Can't sleep, so I'll talk about how I write my male muses' genders. This will reference both of my blogs, be posted on both and each will have an @ to separate one half from the other, although I highly encourage for the entirety of the post to be read. Very long post ahead.

TW for abuse and self hatred.

@crystals-and-claws

Cyrian

One thing that I wanted to explore with Cyrian was embracing the "standard" for masculinity. As I mentioned in a post about how he approached his own gender and sexuality, Cyrian was created rather than born and later chose the labels of 'cis' and 'hetero' for himself. While I do plan to explore Cyrian's attraction as possibly not being hetero, that is another subject that I might talk about in the future.

What I want to focus on here is the fact that Cyrian basically chose to and continues to follow what the general perception of the [americanized] world sees as 'masculine', a perception that has been set [by my knowledge] by the patriarchy - which, as a politician, Cyrian would have technically been a part of. However he comes from a background where the toxic beliefs and mentality that usually comes with being masculine in the way that he is aren't present and has avoided and pushed back against those beliefs and mentality.

This also ties into the theme of 'embracing the monster' in his character, as his specific kind of masculinity does focus on being threatening, imposing and dangerous [e.g. soldiers]. He has no problem with taking advantage of his stature, previous status and the "natural" weapons he has in forms of claws.

What keeps him from falling into the toxic stereotype is the fact that, to him this was, in fact, something he chose to adapt to rather than something he was indoctrinated into. In the post about glancing into his memories, I made a reference to a church. He was part of this church and had entirely different ideals he was taught. I will not go into them here either, I may do so at some point. The point is, his masculinity is something he grew into as an outsider.

There was nobody to talk to him and ease him into it with talk of 'oh, you are not a monster' and later on radicalize him. He saw this as something monstrous and decided that what this image created was the best fit for him. Another important aspect of his belief is that this embrace of being monstrous should apply to himself and others that have clearly chosen to do so. It is a self conscious lean into what could very well turn a person toxic and hateful, if not for that self awareness.

This is why Cyrian also struggles with being genuine and vulnerable. This masculinity does not allow for it, as it breaks the image of what a powerful man is supposed to be. He is trying to come to some kind of conclusion that would allow him to be masculine in this "monstrous" way while also being genuine and vulnerable.

Nox

Nox is supposed to have the viewpoint of somebody who is terrified to become what Cyrian has rejoiced in. He is AMAB and while he does consider himself gender-nonconforming, he is still very much cis.

Being raised by a single mother, one with a situation as unstable as Emi's, he saw very well what people that were victim to this sort of belief dealt with. He saw men hitting on and just outright hitting his mother. He's heard her complain, when she taught he wasn't around, about all kinds of assholes and creeps. He even knows that Emi forcefully worked for Cyrian.

Due to this and the fact that Emi has raised him to be much more open about his emotions and allowed him to be more vulnerable, he stays away from the "standard" of masculinity. Especially what is shown to the masses

After already dealing with a lot of shit in the Feywild as a child, he never saw the adventurous and righteous in the stories he was shown in books and television as models, but as something adjacent to what his mother was dealing with, just put in a twisted light to show them as being 'good'.

Nox does his best to be as non-threatening as possible. He doesn't carry weapons, not even for self defense. His hemocraft, jinxes and magic are all that he has gotten and even those are very hard for him to use - the only edge case is using them to subdue animals that are too aggressive or dangerous to be handled without any form of restraint. He does not know how to fight, just barely able to defend himself.

While not an outright people pleaser, he does put the comfort of others way above his own and changes himself regularly to make this criteria happen. He does not want to be seen as a threat, he does not want to fit the patriarchal view of what 'masculinity' is and he is actively working to tear it down by being as gentle and caring as he can be.

He is still very much developing his own view with his gender and has to develop in that aspect still.

@we-the-witch

WITCH

For this one, I will stick mostly with Blake as I believe I have the most to say about them. They do identify as nonbinary, but are AMAB and their relation with being perceived as male is something important enough that is still worth talking about here.

Carter and Torrid do lean into the 'protector' and 'hothead' stereotypes respectively, which are mostly seen as masculine. But they are alters that have only relatively recently become part of the system and their sense of self is something I am working on still.

Rune, on the other hand, is technically genderfluid. The only reason Rune has went strictly by 'he/him' so far is that the body itself is AMAB, and Rune attempts to have as little internal conflict as possible. Thus Rune chose to go by he/him while fronting.

Whereas Nox has seen the effects of masculinity forced by the patriarchy and has fought against them, Blake has directly suffered from it. Both at the hands of their father and the leader of the coven.

Blake does not identify as nonbinary because they do not feel male or feel as if being nonbinary is 'right'. Blake identifies as nonbinary because being perceived as male seems to only bring negative things. Blake is constantly worried about seeming like a creep, seeming like a danger, but at the same time they are worried about the possible other dangers out there - which, to them, are also most commonly male.

It came in the face of their father, who was physically abusive and had anger management issues. It came in the face of the coven leader, who was manipulative and mentally abusive. It came in the face of every single boy the same age as them that ridiculed and marginalized them for not being the same.

Where Nox simply didn't want to become 'monstrous' in the same way Cyrian did through his actions, Blake saw themselves as such purely because of something he was born as. So they chose to identify as nonbinary to at least have some sort of agency and feel as if the ridicule came from something they chose, at the very least.

Unlike Nox, Blake was not given a space to be vulnerable in. He was not able to be coerced into toxic masculinity or the role of a sacrificial lamb not due to having a set of belief that morally opposed either but due to the self hatred. Blake hates seeing themselves in the mirror, they hate not being able to always pass off as nonbinary, they hate their height, body shape and face shape giving away the fact they AMAB, they hate being perceived as anything close resembling masculinity.

Thus, Blake chose an identity that doesn't fully encompass them. They basically forced themselves into another way of making people perceived them, just to not be perceived as male.

[uispeccoll]

#VoicesFromTheStacks

Anne Carson

Anne Carson is a classicist, poet, translator and essayist born in Toronto, Canada on June 21, 1950. She studied at the University of Toronto for her Bachelors, Masters, and PhD, as well as spending a year at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland studying Greek metrics and textual criticism. Carson has taught at several colleges over her career, including McGill University, the University of Michigan, Stanford University, and New York University. She and her husband recently received Icelandic citizenship. 

Carson photo by Jeff Brown from the New York Times

Carson translates and sometimes modernizes Greek and Latin works, including works from Euripides, Homer, Sappho, and Sophocles. She has published ten translations of ancient Greek tragedies, including seven by Euripides, and collections of Sappho's poetry. She has had a translation staged, a 2015 European and American tour of her translation of Antigone. She also publishes original works of poetry and essay collections. 

Carson is a private person, though her poetry is often considered personal in nature. The University of Iowa Libraries Special Collections has her most explicitly personal work, Nox, an epitaph to her brother Michael Carson published in the form of a book-length poem. The siblings were not in contact from 1978 until 2000, and he passed away before they could see each other in person. This is at least the second work Carson created to honor a family member. She wrote an epitaph for her mother using the work of Virginia Woolf in her poem “Appendix to Ordinary Time” in Men in the Off Hours. Nox is a collection of fragments, photos, and writing that form a scrapbook-like work to honor her brother.

--Sarah Dodd, Olson Graduate Assistant