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Second Nine Parchments fanart: furry cat warlock in his full glory :D
That's what I love about Trine and Nine Parchments: beautiful enchanting locations and cool characters!
And 9 parchments is fully about students from magic school and must I really say that I'm a magic establishment's simp? (well, now you know...)
+ sketches! Nevermind the text, it's just "AaAa cAt HE's awesome love his voice Aaaa" 😍
#Nine Parchments#Rudolfus the Strange#Frozenbyte#fanart#digital art#furry art#furry cat#nni_barrel#my art
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I miss them...
#nine parchments#Selius Heatherwood#Rudolfus the Strange#trine#frozenbyte#trine game#trine 4#trine art#prince selius#trine 4 the nightmare prince#trine fanart#nine parchments fanart#trine 5#wizard#digital illustration#fantasy art#cat#art#illustration#digital art#witch#whimsical#fantasycore#fantasy#wizardcore#fanart#video games#small artist#artists on tumblr#do not steal and upload on other sites you tosspots
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Cozytober Day 2- Wrapped in a soft fuzzy blanket
#Cozytober#Trine#Trine 4#Trine 4 The Nightmare Prince#Nine Parchments#Selius Heatherwood#My Art#Again finished in the wee hours- whoops!#I was actually planning on doing a fic for this prompt but time got away from me so you get this instead#Hopefully I'll still write it sometime#Yeah Gislan probably made that for him
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Shadow Magic
An old Selius pic!
#Nine Parchments#Trine#Trine 4#The Nightmare Prince#Trine 4 The Nightmare Prince#Frozenbyte#Selius Heatherwood#Prince Selius#Drawing#Traditional Art#Artist on Tumblr
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Another TTRPG character! She was originally a Nine Parchments/Trine fan character, but I decided to repurpose her for @jessebizarreart's introductory campaign since all of us will be new to Pathfinder!
I was originally wanting to emulate the Nine Parchments artstyle, while also remaking her to be more... interesting? She definitely looked very different initially (the original design will put under the cut).
#digital art#oc#character design#original character#fan character#cizzle scribbles#oc: Allyndra#pathfinder#wizard#nine parchments#<- kinda?#or at least she was originally intended to be#poppet#ttrpg
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X-mas Selius, that's it. Happy holidays
#selius heatherwood#prince selius#fanart#love him <3#best boi#trine 4: the nightmare prince#trine 4#nine parchments#Selius
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*glances at my Nine Parchments fanfiction*
narrator who's terrible at social cues & describes every facial expression as "unreadable"
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One Card A Day Tarot Reading
Day 4
Date: 1-4-25
Deck: The Literary Tarot. I haven't read this deck yet either.
Intention: I keep thinking of things I could do with my life, but something always stops me. How do I work past the part of my brain that always says, "Why bother?"
Card: Nine of Parchment
Imagery: At the bottom of the card sit nine women holding gold-foiled slips of paper. All but two are dressed in gray-blue robes; the one in the center wears red, and one to the side wears green. They sit on the ground at the foot of a Japanese style building. Behind the scene, a woman wearing white and red face paint with a gold-foiled comb in her hair partially obscures her smiling face as she writes on her own gold-foiled parchment. Her robes are green with a pattern of yellow flowers. This scene comes from The Pillow Book by Sei Shōnagon.
First impression: I'm unfamiliar with both this deck and the book the card is based on. I've read the introduction to the deck in the guidebook and I know the suit of Parchment is similar to Pentacles in standard tarot decks, so this card reflects the material. Beyond that, no idea.
Guidebook says: Success, achievement, leisure, material security, self-sufficiency. After much hard work and dedication, you have succeeded in delighting the court with your sharp wit and eye. Take time to enjoy the spoils of your labor. Trust the value of your perceptions, and protect the priceless treasure that is your detailed observations.
Second impression: Keep faith in the After. You always forget that it'll be there to meet you when you're done. Why bother? You could always be bothering yourself with something less worthwhile. It's called "bettering yourself" for a reason.
Evening reflection: So. I'm thinking about going back to school. I dont suppose any if you know anything about speech language pathology?
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#nine parchments#Selius Heatherwood#Cornelius Crownsteed#Cornelius/Selius#selnelius#Prince Selius#gay ships#mlm ship#lgbtq ship#lgbtq#ship fanart#teenage wizard yaoi?#nine parchments fanart#fanart#rarepair#rare fandoms#microfandom#traditional art#pencil art#decided to post the line art separately from the colored version
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Come, watch me and my friends play nine parchments today!
 https://twitch.tv/kellie_kfs/schedule?segmentID=eyJzZWdtZW50SUQiOiJjNDhkODdiYS0wMGY5LTRiMjAtOWU2MS1lYzJlMDEyNWEyNGIiLCJpc29ZZWFyIjoyMDI0LCJpc29XZWVrIjoyOX0=
#artwork#artists on tumblr#my art#small twitch streamer#vtube model#vtuber#small streamer#streaming#nine parchments#steam games#twitch
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My 9 parchments fanart from around 2020-2021...
Yes, I ship study-excellent girl with furry cat :D It was obviously must have happen after I saw their interaction it Trine 4 where they sneak to a festival together.
+ sketches!
++ I actually got out to screenshot it///
#Nine Parchments#Gislan of Alcyon#Rudolfus the Strange#Trine 4#Frozenbyte#fanart#digital art#furry cat#nni_barrel#my art
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I miss them... (gilded version of this)
#nine parchments#Selius Heatherwood#Rudolfus the Strange#trine#frozenbyte#trine game#trine 4#trine art#prince selius#trine 4 the nightmare prince#trine fanart#nine parchments fanart#trine 5#wizard#digital illustration#fantasy art#cat#art#illustration#digital art#witch#whimsical#fantasycore#fantasy#wizardcore#fanart#video games#small artist#artists on tumblr#do not steal and upload on other sites you tosspots
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Yo-ho, everyone!
I'm opening up Valentine's Day doodle requests!
Just give me two characters, specify romantic, platonic, or familial, and I will draw them in a heart together, like the example picture above. Except the picture will be traditional art, and, you know, way better quality than this. XD
Fandoms I will do:
-Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes
-Final Fantasy 7
-Legend of Zelda
-Metal Gear Solid
-Mario
-Trine/Nine Parchments
-If there's a fandom not listed here, I may still do it, depending what it is.
This probably goes without saying, if I don't want to do a request for any reason, I won't.
Go ahead, hit me with 'em! <3
#Drawing Requests#Doodle Requests#Ship Requests#Valentine's Day Requests#Valentine's Day Drawing Requests#Valentine's Day#Fire Emblem Three Houses#Final Fantasy 7#Final Fantasy VII#Legend of Zelda#Metal Gear Solid#MGS#Mario#Trine#Nine Parchments
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I Believe This is Yours, Miss.
I usually don't do any backgrounds for my pictures, so this painting was a bit more ambitious than usual. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out; though, I did have a lot of trouble getting the sky to look right. (In my opinion it still looks a bit weird.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
#Frozenbyte#Nine Parchments#Cornelius Crownsteed#Gislan of Alcyon#Cornlan#Cornelius x Gislan#Painting#Traditional Art#Watercolour#Watercolor#Artist on Tumblr#Fantasy#Art#Fantasy Art#Kind of a Cinderella-ish pic#Trine
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can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀
"Focus, Lupin"
Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding
A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.
Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower
Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.
"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.
"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.
"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.
Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.
You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.
At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.
Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.
Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires.
He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard.
"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."
Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.
"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.
"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."
His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”
You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to."
You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.
The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.
He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.
You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost
He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?”
You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."
The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.
His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.
"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."
“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"
His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.”
"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.
"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide."
You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.”
Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.”
You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.
Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.
He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.
"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."
He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.
You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.
You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.
"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.
It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.
James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.
"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.
"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."
"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.
Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum.
Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?
And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.
Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.
Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.
"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”
Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”
James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”
Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.
But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.
He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.
You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.
"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."
"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.
"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."
"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."
At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.
#3d wifey answers#remus x reader#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin#mauraders#marauders x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin smut#poly!marauders x reader#harry potter#sirius black#james potter
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Fuck it, Modern Selius~♥
#fanart#prince selius#selius heatherwood#selius#trine 4: the nightmare prince#nine parchments#trine 4#trine fanart#modern au#best boi#love him <3
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