#vole presentation

[sapphic-horror]

VOLE GIRL | OPOSSUM GIRL

[PT: vole girl, opossum girl. /ENDPT]

— (1st flag) for voles (presentation term) who are girls in some way! (2nd flag) for opossums (presentation term) who are girls in some way!

— vole + opossum coining post (link) (cr: blood-moon-night-coining)

— requested by anon

(vole girl) ID: a rectangular flag with six equal-width horizontal stripes; (top to bottom) pinkish red, dull pink, peach, off-white, light purple, and dark purple. There is a dark red vole/rat paw symbol in the top left hand corner.

(opossum girl) ID: a rectangular flag with six equal-width horizontal stripes; (top to bottom) purple, lavender, light pink, off white, purple, and darker purple. There is a dark purple opossum paw symbol in the top left hand corner.

[blood-moon-night-coining]

Vole

[PT: Vole]

This is a alternative title for Rat, a Multigender Presentation! For other terms under that umbrella can be seen here(link).

Vole, an Multigender person who queers and subverts masculine in a distinct Multigender way while rejecting cisnormative ideas of what it means to be masculine and rejecting binary concepts of gender.

[ID: Two images of a flag with six horizontal stripes, in the following colors: lavender, past lavender, light yellow, pastel yellow, pastel blue and muted indigo. The first image has a vole pawprint symbol on the upper left corner, while the second image is plain. /End ID ]

(ID by: @julietianboy)

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @accessmogai

[Extra Tag] @chipbutbetter

[redacted-coiner]

Butch, Futch, Femme(link)

Twink(link), Otter, Bear

Rat/Vole, Opossum, Hare(link)

Presentation stuff

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[ijustwannamakeemojis]

[ID: Eight pixel hearts of various flags in order being Cis Neononbinary, Xenohoarder, Cisweird, Shark Girl, Vole Girl, Opposum Girl, Jellyfish Girl and Iversucis. End ID]

[mngo-jii]

MC's always so happy and cheerful ☹️ i wonder how everyone would react to her suddenly being a lot more gloomy than usual. could be either romantic or platonic hcs!

“ WHAT’S UP WITH YOU ? ”

characters: daniel page, lottie turner, ivy warrington, robyn thistlethwaite, kevin farrell, cassandra vole + frey twins

letter ✉️: good morning (for those who have the same time zone as i do) for some reason this didn't post and remained on queue 😐.. these might be a little ooc im sorry

★ DANIEL PAGE

he’s the first to notice the way you’re acting.

next to his concern is likely astonishment because he had never seen you this... miserable before

he’s like thats my job!!!

eventually he gets tired of seeing you so gloomy like there's a raincloud over your head, he drags you somewhere that would cheer you up, like maybe a trip to hogsmeade or a shopping spree at madam malkin’s robes.

and he’ll pay for it allll. he’ll get a little annoyed if you insist him that its ok

he watches you the entire time and takes note of how slowly the way you react or behave evolves back to your usual self

but if it’s something a simple trip won’t fix, then expect him to force the reason out of you

he doesn’t mean to be a bit pushy, he’s just so worried and can’t stand the sight of you so sad anymore 😭

you never knew he’d be caught in a position like this but here you are sobbing in his arms

he won’t say much other than a few advice here and there, but he shushes you so gently and coos at you while running his hands through your hair

very relieved once youre better 💯 but don’t tease him for cheering you up or he won’t do this ever again (he definitely will)

he tells you a sad expression doesn’t fit a (pretty) face like yours

★ LOTTIE TURNER

she’s also one of the first to notice after daniel

unlike daniel who’d wait when you two are alone, she asks the second she notices, even during a conversation amongst the group that has nothing to do with you

“[MC] are you okay???” she asks, concern lacing her voice. she interrupted someone when she asked that but it doesn’t matter 😭

why?? because youre sad. and its usually you who comforts them

so this is obviously a very serious problem

she’s very sweet and unlike daniel she'll leave you alone after the 2nd time of you refusing to talk about it, and instead would ask what she can do to comfort you

if you don’t refuse but rather completely break down in front of her, she panics and instantly rushes to pull you in a hug

“oh no no no don't cry im sorry-”

“i don't know what to do im sorry :((”

rocks you back and forth in the hug like a small child and wipes your tears with her thumbs :')

hours later she’s presenting you a little sketch of you and her in some flower field with smiley faces and ‘no sad’ written above

★ IVY WARRINGTON

also doesn’t notice AT FIRST until a little while later or when lottie points it out

strokes the top of your head like you're a cat 😭 “what's wrong, [MC]? :(”

brings you things like maybe flowers, small trinkets, biscuits, and pastries in hopes of cheering you up

honestly can’t function properly knowing you're sad

her mood would switch the moment she remembers you during times she'd usually be really happy and go “[MC] is sad right now :/”

nonstop talks about you, rlly worried

kind of tries to guess why you're sad like

“maybe they’re sad because [some random reason at this point because of the amount of times she tried to guess]”

will give you the best hugs if you let her

“we’ll always be here for you :)”

she squeezes you a bit before letting you go

★ ROBYN THISTLETHWAITE

is a bit awkward about it when she notices but shes rlly worried

“hey.. a-are you okay?” she places her hand on your shoulder when she sees how down you are

also a little astonished like daniel and only now did she realize that this was your first time ever being this way

because usually you were the one helping and looking out for them

kind of feels bad when she realizes that 😞 and also a little guilty

she tells the others about this guilt and eventually it kind of spreads

makes an entire plan with the others like “mission cheer up [MC]”

she’s gonna pop up randomly out of nowhere, like constantly, and will show you something you’d probably like

“hey! hey, [MC]! check out what i got! pretty cool, right?”

“yes its cool i guess 🙁”

“😟”

she tries her best 😭 it’s a little overwhelming but u can’t say it isn’t endearing how much she’s desperately trying to cheer you up

★ KEVIN FARRELL

a little too immersed with other things to notice for a while, but he catches on when someone points it out

doesn’t know what to do 🧍🏻‍♀️

kind of just lets the others take care of you but he gets rlly guilty about it 😭😭

robyn would drag him to help her cheer you up, and he’d comply quite easily because its the most he can do

he’s just as desperate as robyn too

doing your own things silently and having to predict which one of them is gonna pop up is like playing fnaf or something

he slowly starts to see that their efforts aren’t working and tries to convince robyn to do something else

he rlly wants to comfort you himself because he knows its the best course of action at this point, but he’s also a little awkward 😭

now he feels guilty about that TOO ☠️

when robyn pointed out you were always there for them he was guilty. when he just stood aside and let the others work it out he was guilty. now he feels guilty because his friend is literally SAD but he’s too awkward to go up to them 😭

he rlly worries about u, he rlly does! pls dont take it that he doesnt 😞

★ CASSANDRA VOLE

side eyes you

“can any of you little rascals tell me why they’re doing that ?”

“doing what...”

“doing that.”

gets annoyed because you dont react at all when she’s there 😭 as in you’re so stoic-faced and miserable it doesnt feel real

is very deep in thought as she stares at you from a distance

she doesnt wanna admit shes worried about you but she definitely could not stand you ‘looking like that’ anymore

glowers at your friends’ ‘useless efforts’ on cheering you up

life gets boring for her because you honestly dont care anymore, and your other friends are too busy with you to pay attention to her or the twins

eventually she just gives in

“i’ll show you all how it’s done”

after classes you return to your dorm to see a gift wrapped in gold on your bed with a letter beside it

when you open it, it’s something that you’ve been wanting for a really really long time but couldn’t afford :') how did she know about it? well it’ll remains mystery

“you look hideous with that look on your face. wipe it off. - C.V”

while the letter could have been nicer, she means well, but she wont admit it

★ bonus: THE TWINS

really REALLY confused and salty 😭 they’re probably the most confused of the bunch

while robyn and kevin desperately try to cheer you up at the most random times, they don’t rlly stop being pricks randomly for a while

it’s not to make you feel worse it’s just to desperately get to see you react like how you used to 😭

life gets boring for them too. like i said, the others are also too worried about you to pay attention to them

fischer will just go “pshh. whatever. let’s go” and marches away

but colby approaches your friends. “aye, what’s going on with them? 😒”

they’re taken aback and go like “why would you care”

he scowls at them and says that he doesnt that he just wants to know

they dont tell him and it makes him more salty

dont expect them to do anything they just keep their distance for a while until you feel better ☠️ you dont know if they do it out of niceness or because theyve gotten bored but wtv

[indelen]

This is my reread of the Lockwood and Co. Books, organized by @blue-boxes-magic-and-tea , I'll make a general summary of several chapters and then post bits and pieces that jumped out at me.

Part IV, Chapter 22

This chapter are all action and it’s where the trio really come together and work well as a team which, after so many hiccups and spats and disagreements is really nice to see. The one thing you broadly notice throughout this book but especially in these chapters is that for all his flaws Lockwood is the first to enter any danger. He’s the first to go down the secret passage, the first to go through the crack in the wall, first to enter any danger basically. This is not presented as something he does to the point of recklessness … yet. At the same time the first hints of conflict between Lucy and Lockwood are introduced. It’s here that Lucy first vocalizes her frustration with how closed off Lockwood is and how uncommunicative about his plans. George is more used to Lockwood's antics but as the chapter goes on even he has had it. And the way it's written sets things up for the next book, but also shows that Lockwood is not doing it consciously or out of distrust. His intense resolve, the ability to shut down any emotional response and put on a calm facade, are all so automatic it’s obviously second nature to him. Even after they all escape the terrifying room of blood his calm doesn't crack. When they’re held at gunpoint it doesn't crack. And we’re left wondering how he got this way and what will it take to break through that facade.

Odds and Ends:

Dozens of deaths in one room. Dozens. This is a murder room. People got locked in here before. Lots of people. One guy dies in a room is sad. Two is bad luck. Anything over three is a pattern. When you get to the double digits someone has figured out how to make use of some very angry ghosts to get rid of some very disliked guests. People got Cask of Amontillado-ed here. It’s why the apparitions manifest as they do, a sea of blood that floods every inch of the place. The Red Room is a condensed version of The Problem itself - it’s a supernatural phenomenon greedy assholes use to kill and manipulate the situation in their favor. To murder people, to control people and look innocent doing it.

Lucy is obviously a once in a generation Listener, that much is certain because we have a very specific measurement by which we can go by - she can talk to Type 3s - but Lockwood’s Talent is also extraordinarily powerful. Like Lucy's, it’s powerful enough to be debilitating. It's powerful enough to pick up on deaths of small, non-self-aware beings (RIP Little Vole of Sheen Rd.). Lockwood’s Sight also bleeds into Smell (like Lucy’s Listening bleeds into Touch). I'd argue, Lockwood is on par with Lucy in terms of Talent. But his is all factual, while her’s is way more emotional and empathetic. In a way they were always going to be two of a pair.

Lockwood blames himself here, as he is often want to do, but it was a fairly natural and logical to assume they would be alone in this part of the house. He had no way of knowing adults have a way to protect themselves from the supernatural because they made sure he and other kids didn’t know this.

I love how Lucy and George’s friendship develops in this book into a “each one gives as good as they get” dynamic. If there’s a snipe volleyed in one direction another gets sent right back in equal measure.

I don’t have a comment here I just think this is a hilarious passage and it doesn't get it’s laurels enough. I love George but he must be a lot to live with day to day.

No listen, the trust and faith Lockwood has in Lucy is so unwavering. From the beginning and despite everything. Stroud said that Lockwood on some level knew he was in love with Lucy from the moment he saves her at the well and I like that over “love at first sight” because it means that he had, from the first and no matter what feelings developed later, respected Lucy personally and professionally in a way no one else ever did.

The fact that Lucy had to save herself by jumping out of a window during the Mill case, and now, it’s six months later and she’s preparing, fully preparing to jump again and she knows it’s probably to her death. And she suppresses all of this, she barely talks about it to the reader or to anyone else in universe, because dwelling on it, going over it, especially at times like these would render her catatonic.

Ok so I think Lockwood is projecting here. This foreshadows The Room in Portland Row a bit, or more specifically explains how Lockwood feels about it and why he has such difficulty talking to people about it. Jessica’s Room is a place of intense supernatural aura tied to a traumatic event. And the traumatic event for him was so all consuming that I think he stopped seeing The Room as part of the house at all. It’s a place suspended in time, removed from the rest of the building by iron bars and wards and memory and grief. Life moved on around it, an agency was formed, new people moved in, time passed everywhere but in there. And Lockwood haunts the space. He’s the only one who can enter it. He is it’s only Visitor. Jessica never returned to the place where she died. It’s Lockwood that haunts it.

See this is the nice thing about George, you call him out on something and he’ll own to it. My emotionally aware king!

No mention of Lockwood's smiles this time around so the counter is still at 9. I'm going to end on this all round favorite though:

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 6

Things moved fast when you had money and power in the forest, apparently. It was how Steve found himself, dressed in drab gray clothes for his wedding quicker than you could say ‘I do’. The outfit reminded him of porcelain dolls and not in a good way. Their clothes always seemed so itchy and stiff which was exactly how he felt.

The music started and Steve looked around at all who were present. Rodents of all kinds, moles, voles, weasels, and rats, and others. None of which he knew besides Brenner, who was sitting amongst the audience. And of course, his husband to be, Henry.

Steve felt like he wasn’t even here; like this wasn’t happening to him. How could it? This couldn’t be his life! Marrying some random mole rat that he didn’t love?

He could still hear Eddie’s voice in his ear, whispering sweetly and promising to take him places he had never seen. Henry never left his tunnels. They were even getting married in one right now! It was a cavernous space, lit just enough for Steve to make out where he was and who was with him but it couldn’t compare to the warm light of the sun.

And Henry couldn’t compare to Eddie.

“And do you take Mr. Creel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Steve was still partially in his reverie when he answered, “No”, eliciting gasps from all in attendance.

“I beg your pardon?”, the officiant asked.

“Steve”, Brenner said through grit teeth.

“I don’t love him! I can’t marry him!” Steve turned away from the altar, only taking a few steps before someone burst through the ceiling of soil and landed right in front of him.

“You can marry me instead”, Tommy smirked, already reaching for him.

“No! I��m not marrying anybody else today. I’m going home!” Steve swiped the toad’s hands away from him and then shoved him out of the way, running down the aisle and into another part of the tunnel.

Just his luck, waiting right there was none of than Billy.

“Hey there, pretty boy~”

“I’m not your pretty boy!” Steve pushed him out of the way too, booking it down the tunnels. He could hear a commotion behind him as he ran. It sounded like the entire forest was on his tail.

What he didn’t know was the part of the noise came from Eddie, who fell down one of the tunnels right in front of Tommy.

“Looks like we meet again”, Eddie said as he brandished his sword.

“Outta my way, you gnat!”, Tommy shouted as he reached for a flaming torch.

Steve couldn’t pick out Eddie’s voice in the crowd, nor was he planning on turning back to see who exactly was chasing him when he already knew. Billy, Tommy, Henry, Brenner, the whole wedding party too probably. He just kept running, shuddering past spiderwebs and avoiding the great pitfalls of the tunnels.

He could feel a warm breeze and that was what made him pause. Just up ahead, he could see it. Light at the end of the tunnel. He just had to climb a little and he would be out. But he had stopped for too long and the mob was in view again.

“Come back here!”, Brenner shouted.

“Shit!”, Steve started clambering up to escape.

Eddie could hear him, even as he was fighting off Tommy and knew he was in trouble. Time to end this. He was able to knock the torch out of his hand but then Tommy disarmed him as well and they started trading blows with just their fists.

He didn’t have time for this, he had to get to Steve. Tommy grabbed at his shoulders and Eddie tried to lift up with his wings but the imbalance had them falling over the edge instead, into the darkness.

Steve got close to the mouth of the tunnel. He peered back and saw the rest of them beginning to climb too. With a powerful kick, he loosened the gravel and rock below him, causing a landslide. There were cries of shock as his pursuants tried to get away lest they be crushed.

Steve finished his ascent, letting out a great big sigh as he felt the sun on him. His retreat had cause his wedding clothes to be torn and ruined, but he couldn’t find himself to care. That was just more skin for the sun to warm. He hadn’t felt freedom like this in a long time.

A shadow flew overhead and he looked up, his smile widening even more.

“Look at you! You made it out!”

“I made it out!”, Steve celebrated. When Dustin landed, he hugged the bird, burying his face in his soft feathers.

“Well, you’ll never guess what I found. I found out where your prince lives”, Dustin said proudly.

Steve immediately felt his mood dropped. Maybe where his prince had lived, but now....

“Dustin, just...just fly me home, okay? I just want to be home.”

Steve got onto Dustin’s back and while it was a bit awkward, he did manage to fly. From up above, Steve was able to see the lay of the land and give Dustin a few directions once he recognized his town. But he was still a baby bird and had to stop on a tree right on the edge of Steve’s home. 

He really was here. He couldn’t believe it. All this time and it was right here now.

Dustin rolled his shoulders, a bit tired from the flight. “So are you just gonna wait for Eddie now?”

Steve hit his fist against the trunk. “Dustin.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Dustin, Eddie is dead. He froze and now he’s dead.”

“Wait! You think Eddie’s dead?!”, Dustin squawked.

“I know he is”, Steve said. “I barely survived in that snow. There’s no hope.” He sat down on the branch.”

“Steve, Eddie is-”, Dustin’s beak snapped shut when he saw Eddie himself, lurking in the branches above.

Eddie put a finger to his lips, a look of pure mischief on his face. Dustin cleared his throat.

“So, uh, if Eddie was here, what would you say to him?”

Steve gave Dustin a soft glare before it melted away. “I would tell him that I love him. And that I’m sorry my foolishness got him killed. And, instead of letting him leave and promising to meet again tomorrow, that he should stay. I could’ve met his uncle then. He could’ve met my mom. We probably would have spent the whole night just talking and those damn toads couldn’t have taken me.”

“Hey what about that damned beetle and damned rat?”, Eddie asked from above.

Steve’s head shot up and he got to his feet, feeling for a moment like he was floating. “Eddie...”, he breathed out. “You’re alive!”

Eddie flew down and put his arms around Steve lifting him up and spinning on the branch. “Alive and kickin’ and ready for love.”

Steve’s arms went around his shoulders and held him tight, not able to get close enough, even as their foreheads pressed against each other.

“Don’t ever leave me again”, he pleaded.

“Oh Stevie, I’m not letting you out of my sight ever.” One of Eddie’s hands stroked his hair and everything felt right in the world again. Steve watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked to his lips.

“Steve, can I-”

“Please.” Steve barely got the word out before Eddie was kissing him. 

A warmth spread from every point they touched and filled him until he felt an even stronger sensation of his back. When he pulled away, Steve looked behind himself to find fairy wings, bright and shimmering to match Eddie’s.

Later on, Steve would enjoy a wedding leagues better than the first. Instead of a cold dark cave, it would be in his own backyard. Instead of anonymous faces, he would be joined by his mother, Dustin his steadfast friend, and Eddie’s lovely uncle. The outfit he wore would be made with him in mind, fashioned by his mother’s experienced hand.

And instead of trudging down a walkway, he would happily float with his new husband, waving to all the well-wishers as they approached a carriage prepared for them. It was being drive by a very beautiful butterfly, but they bypassed it to ride Honey instead, ever faithful.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist as they took off. They had a list of destinations in mind for their honeymoon tour. But deep in his soul, Steve knew it didn’t matter exactly where they went. They could do anything and go anywhere, so long as they followed their hearts.

END

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[keikaru]

Fire Opal - TWST (Ernesto & Yuu)

“You already captured everyone else. Why bother extending any semblance of mercy to me?”

I didn’t understand the park manager’s motives. Even if I didn’t possess magic, he didn’t bother subduing me with the puppet’s curse. My magicless self did not qualify me for strict security like my Night Raven friends.

Humiliation burns my face, and my limbs tremble not from fear but of rage. To add insult to injury, Ernesto orders his puppets to adorn my wrists and ankles with silver shackles. Curiously, they resemble more like bracelets than manacles—not too tight to chaff, but heavy enough to subdue my movements.

But the most bizarre aspect of my confinement is this gold cage. Fresh with solitude and space, I wonder what the intent of my separation from the boys is. The cage I belong in is plush with gold cushions and silk bows. The silk ribbons adorn the exterior of the cage like a Christmas present, while cushions pad the floor in a canopy of softness.

A prisoner of luxury, my knees found comfort on the pillows, but a coil of anxiety grows tight around my heart.

I curl my hands around the gold bars but flinch when the shackles clatter against the frame. If this is how ornamental birds feel, what degree of loneliness does it take to kill them?

“A doll needs to be dressed in fine clothing and jewelry.”

I whip my head to the source of the voice.

A shadow looms over me, and I grit my teeth. He stands outside of my cage, like a proprietor surveying his goods.

Ernesto crosses his arms across his chest and bares his fangs when he laughs. It’s a mirthful type of laugh—a tone that defines our role as predator and prey, of a fox and a vole.

“A beautiful doll will fetch a beautiful price, little prefect.”

I drop my gaze and scowl at him.

“But my, my. You don’t have an ounce of magic to your name and yet Night Raven College accepted you?” He sneers, his cane taps my enclosure, and the cage hums with a metallic ring. “Ah. But you’re a beast tamer to that little devil Grim. That in itself is a feat of strength. He’s a rambunctious little scholar to reign in, isn’t he?”

I bite my lip. I have nothing to say to him. Conserve your strength and don’t let his taunts get to you. If anything, I need to think of a way to escape and save my—

“Tch. That fancy school of yours didn’t teach you any manners. Brats these days.”

Fabric rustles and I glance up.

Immediately, Ernesto shoves his cane between the ribs of the cage, directly at me. I scramble backwards to avoid his aim, but the cane catches me under my chin, and he presses the bottom of the cane against my throat.

Nothing hurts. He doesn’t hit me with his cane.

Instead, he forces my chin up, and our eyes meet between the gold pillars of my prison.

“Look at me when I address you.” Ernesto’s fire opal eyes burn with volcanic rage. “Or do you need a remedial lesson in basic decency?”

His expression becomes more canine than feline, more fierce than impish. Light doesn’t reach his eyes, and this time, I see myself in his eyes for the first time. A trembling doll on the ground, a canary without a voice—apprehension slithers from his cane and seizes my throat dry.

This time, my resolve vanishes and I retreat to the center of my cage, away from his reach.

Ernesto retracts his cane; I lower my gaze.

I observe his movements from a safe distance, and he only stares at me before shaking his head. He sighs and mutters something under his breath.

Before I could discern his next actions, he bends on one knee to the ground and meets me at eye level. The glittering bars divide our world, our experiences. From his cruelty and my crumbling pride.

“I want to make a deal with you, Yuu. Instead of being a star, why don’t you join me and Gino and become a member of the park staff?”

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[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: AD ASTRA PER ASPERA (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

Transcript:

"CIPHER'S CORPSE?

I spent yesterday with Mabel applying apells, curses and unicorn hair to the base of Cipher's remains. Mabel is talking her role as my "Cipher Defense Squad Assistant" very seriously, but asked us both to wear witch hats for some reason, which I happily abliged! I have always seen Dipper as cut from a similar cloth as me, but I'm delighted to report that Mabel has a vibrant curious mind well suited to discovery and adventure. Anomalies are indeed present at the site of the statue. Nearbye shadows stretch into triangular shapes, compasses point directly away from Cipher, (as though he is the anti-North.) There is no sound, not even birds will come near. Mabel, perhaps sensiing my unease, threw an impromtu eulogy for Bill, which involved a lot more sock puppets than you usually expect at a funeral.

"Goodbye Cipher, you are dead. Blown up in my Grunkle's head. Too much power hurt your soul. Reincarnate as a vole. Amen.""

Transcript:

"←SOUVENIR PEN QUESTION MARKS DRAWN TOWARDS STATUE!

Wise words from my assistant.

His «funeral» gave me a bittersweet sense of closure. How strange it is to look back on it now. I once considered him the center of my life, the sun in my galaxy, when all along he was a black hole sucking everything bright into his bottomless ego.

Is this statue the lost, sun bleached husk of a powerless forgotten failure? Or a warning of something sinister yet to come? You tell me, dear reader.

What do YOU see when you look in Cipher's eye?

Ad astra per aspera, STANFORD and MABEL PINES"

Speech bubble: "No way! I like sweaters & writing in my diary too!"

[blood-moon-night-coining]

My own lgbtcatpfps!

Terms seen are Rat/Vole, Opossum, and Hare! I do plan to do the other presentation terms I made!

Template used and @vlada-slavik

[nioumin-draw]

Facts about Lorelei Sanders ( HPMA) #1 :

•Lorelei been sorted in Gryffindor house, if she were in ilvermony she would be sorted to Wampus or Thunderbird

•she live to Nothing hill with her family

•When she spent her summer vacation to Uganda her family for visit her mother's family side , the thing she loves most is doing Safari.

• she used to have some muggle "friends" before Hogwarts , after she go to Hogwarts she told them she been accepted to a boarding school. She tried to sent them some letters but they never write her back but she haven't been upset because she knew it will happen and she have new true friends now.

•her patronus is a lioness

•the most happiest memory she remember for creat her patronus is : when she met the Holyhead Harpies atvher first quidditch game.

• Robyn Thistlethwaite became her best friends during Hogwarts because of their love for quidditch and she also have a bond for Daniel Page and consider him as a precious friend, she is always worry about him and protect him if it's necessary.

•At first the first sight she found William Lee too immature and is annoyed by him and his shenanigans but appreciates his kindness towards animals and his optimistic and funny personality and you'll never find a better dance partner than him , people wondering how that could work between them XD 🤣.

•During the 3 first year she had long curly hairs and cut them for year 4

• her cat , Comoros ( Named from a African région) is a present from her parents for her first year to Hogwarts.

•She realize she fell in love with William Lee at the end of year 2 and in year 4 the became officially a couple.

• she can't stand Cassandra Vole but is always ready to help her.

•Fischer Frey have a crush for her but she rejected him all time.

• according to William Lee , she smell Vanilla and coconut, probably because of hair care cream.

• Because of a misunderstanding with William she was a bit jealous of Abigail Grey ( who had a crush on him ) but after a explanation they become great friends

• She play quidditch as chaser with Liam Whitlock-Kim @chirithy564 at year 2 and became seeker at year 4

•William and her first date was supposed to be in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade but it finally end to The three broomsticks because it was to Pink for them XD and a butterbeer sound better than tea 🍻.

•she a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies.

•she is inspired from the actress and Singer Zendaya.

• she is very proud of her father despite the fact he is a squib and would punch anybody who say trash about him.

• She is Aries 🐏♈

• her favorite flowers are begonias , tulip 🌷 and flowering plant.

[nehpetssanders]

What's up with you?

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This story was inspired from a headcanon I saw in a Tumblr post by @itwasntreal, where you are always so happy and cheerful suddenly become a lot gloomier than usual, and the story tells of what Cassandra would do to lift your spirits up.

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You are known as one of the most optimistic and cheerful students throughout Hogwarts, always greeting the day with a bright smile on your face and often being seen on the corridors on your way to classes with a gleeful skip on your feet. Witches and wizard practically called you a sunbeam in human form, capable of brightening even the gloomiest of days.

Cassandra Vole, the haughty and conceited Slytherin girl, had always regarded you with a mixture of intrigue and mild exasperation. She certainly seemed a bit more predisposed towards you compared to how she treats your other friends, but that was only because she believed you were hanging out with the wrong crowd, namely Ivy Warrington, still holding a grudge against her for nearly harming her with a Vanishing Charm, and Daniel Page, because of his family’s upbringing.

Those lively eyes, brimming with joy, were a stark contrast to Cassandra's own arrogant, icy demeanor. She had often observed your interactions with a raised eyebrow, unable to fathom how someone could exude so much happiness.

But then, one fateful morning, something shifted. As you entered the Great Hall for breakfast, the usual sparkle in your eyes seemed to have dimmed, like a star fading into the night. Cassandra was quick to notice the change. It was as if a veil of melancholy had settled over you, casting a somber shadow that resonated within Cassandra's own thoughts. Unable to ignore the transformation, she decided to address it in her straightforward manner.

"Can any of you little rascals tell me why they're doing that?" Cassandra's gaze bore into you, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Doing what?" Daniel asked, genuinely puzzled and surprised that her tone seemed mellow, rather than her usual snark.

Cassandra gestured subtly to you, who sat quite a distance from your friends, lost in thought as you played with your porridge. "Doing that," she repeated, her annoyance evident.

Your lack of reaction when Cassandra was present left her feeling disoriented. The once-constant joy that surrounded you had been replaced with a stoic demeanor, and Cassandra found it difficult to believe this was the same person. From a distance, she observed you, noting the lines of sadness etched upon your face.

As the days stretched on, Cassandra's internal turmoil grew. She wasn't one to admit concern, especially not about someone like you. But she couldn't bear the sight of you in such a state. It was like a painting missing its brightest colors, and Cassandra felt an unexpected tug in her chest.

Frustration gripped Cassandra as she observed your friends' futile attempts to lift your spirits. In her eyes, their efforts were nothing but a collection of useless gestures. The twins, Colby and Fischer Frey, seemed equally perplexed and helpless in the face of your changed demeanor.

The monotony of Cassandra’s own life felt even more pronounced in your presence. With you lost in your own world and your friends occupied with concern, Cassandra found herself in an unexpected state of ennui. It was an unfamiliar sensation, and she disliked it immensely.

Eventually, Cassandra's resolve wavered. "I'll show you all how it's done," she muttered to herself, a hint of determination coloring her tone.

After classes, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your dormitory, your steps heavy with the weight of your thoughts. There, on your bed, lay an exquisitely wrapped gift in shimmering emerald, accompanied by a letter bearing an elegant and precise handwriting.

With a mixture of surprise and curiosity, you unwrapped the gift, revealing something you had long been eyeing on but couldn't afford back in Madam Malkin's Shop - an expensive, handcrafted and intricately designed scarf bearing the insignia of your house. The mystery of how someone knew about this longing only deepened your intrigue.

"You look hideous with that look on your face. Wipe it off. - C.V."

Only one person with this kind of handwriting and characteristic bluntness came to your mind. The initials on the letter immediately gave away who gifted it to you.

Cassandra Vole.

You smiled tenderly at the letter. Her words were harsh, yet you detected a hidden meaning behind them. The façade Cassandra presented to the world was crumbling, revealing a gesture of concern that Cassandra herself struggled to admit. You couldn't help but laugh mirthfully at this.

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The following morning, the Great Hall was bustling with students, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Amidst the chatter and laughter, you entered with a bright smile, the gift Cassandra had given you nestled safely around your neck. Your friends complimented you on how great you look with the scarf you had on you as they admired the material and stitching. They were glad you were once again back to your joyful demeanor The warmth of the gesture had managed to chase away the darkness you had been harboring.

Cassandra observed this transformation from the sidelines with calculated nonchalance. Her pride wouldn't let her admit it, but a secret sense of contentment nestled within her. The knowledge that her gesture had made an impact, however minuscule, was a small victory she held close to her heart.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, including you, Cassandra's heart held a tiny ember of joy. In her world of calculated gestures and hidden motivations, this act of kindness had struck a chord, revealing a facet of her character that she rarely allowed to surface. It was a vulnerability she had always concealed, tucked away behind layers of arrogance and pride.

One day, as the corridors of Hogwarts bustled with students hurrying to their classes, Cassandra was sitting alone on one of the alcoves, seemingly absorbed in a book. Her fingers traced the elegant calligraphy on the page, but her mind wandered elsewhere. In her peripheral vision, she caught sight of you walking past, your steps lighter and your expression brighter than before.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, one that was gone in an instant. She refused to give in to this uncharacteristic warmth, her walls of detachment sturdy as ever. To acknowledge the impact of her own gesture would be a breach of the persona she had so meticulously crafted.

As you drew closer, Cassandra raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"You seem rather cheerful," she commented, her voice carrying a carefully measured tone.

Your smile widened, genuine happiness lighting up your eyes.

"Well, I have a good reason to be," you replied as you sat beside her, tugging at the scarf you had received, your gaze meeting Cassandra's for a fleeting moment.

Cassandra's lips twitched, a subtle flicker of curiosity passing through her eyes. "Do share," she pressed, her tone only slightly more inviting than usual.

"You know, sometimes it's the smallest things that can make a difference," you said cryptically, your voice gentle but resolute. With a nod in Cassandra's direction, you continued on their way.

For a split second, Cassandra's composed facade wavered. Her eyes followed you, a shadow of contemplation passing over her features. She was caught off guard by your words, the weight of the unspoken message lingering in the air. A hint of vulnerability brushed against her heart, an unfamiliar sensation that she struggled to define.

"You do have a heart," Your words echoed in Cassandra's mind, a whispered reminder that perhaps her carefully constructed walls weren't as impenetrable as she believed. A tumult of emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of conflicting feelings that she wasn't equipped to handle.

Cassandra took a steadying breath, her mask of detachment slipping back into place. The truth of your words remained hidden, locked away in the recesses of her heart. But in that fleeting moment, she allowed herself a whisper of acknowledgment - an acknowledgment that somewhere, deep within her, a spark of warmth and compassion had been ignited.

And as the corridors of Hogwarts continued to buzz with life, the enigma of Cassandra Vole became just a little more complex, the mask of arrogance and detachment slowly revealing the glimmer of a heart that dared to feel.

[ijustwannamakeemojis]

[ID: Seven pixel hearts of various presentation flags in order being Shark, Lionfish, Jellyfish, Rat, Vole, Hare and Opossum. End ID]

I really love the little symbols for these but if you want them without let me know

[princesselisabethofhesse]

1895

Kölnische Zeitung

March 27, 1895

Darmstadt, March 20th. The Hessian princess born on March 11th, the first child of our Grand Duke and his wife Victoria Melita, received her baptism yesterday. She was given the names Elisabeth Marie Alice Victoria after her four godmothers: Grand Duchess Serge of Russia, Crown Princess Marie of Rumania, Empress Alexandra of Russia and Queen Victoria of England. Only one of them was present at the baptism; the grandfather, the Duke of Coburg and Gotha, was entrusted with the representation. The baptism was carried out by the high preacher Dr. Bender with water from the Jordan. A very numerous group attended the family dinner in the New Palace, during which a large group of residents gathered in front the palace to encourage the participation of the ¿vole?.

The general hope is that Princess Elisabeth of Hesse gains a reputation of virtue and beauty, as it happened with her numerous predecessors. Landgravine Karoline of Hesse with her four daughters was called "Great" and a beautiful monument sent by King Friedrich the Great was placed in the Darmstadt Herrengarten with the inscription: Femina sexu, ingenio vir ("a woman by sex, a man by spirit").

source: Zeitungpostal NRW

[atlasthegreatest]

Unexpected Surprises | Cassandra Vole

In which, complete opposites manage to surprise the entire Hogwarts, on Valentine’s Day.

Y/n concluded that there couldn’t be a place that knew how to celebrate festive days as well as Hogwarts. And, even though he had been studying there for six years, the enchanted decorations of the Hall always left Y/n amazed. Except on Valentine’s Day. This was the only festive day that he disliked the most because of the amount of love letters and gifts he received.

Now, it’s not that he didn’t like Valentine’s Day, per say. He just didn’t liked the attention he receives on that day. And for a shy guy like him… it was hell. 

Y/n has always caught everyone’s attention, not only because of his beauty but also because of his charming personality and wits. And like it or not, he managed to get the attention of the girls in his year and the ones years above him. Except one girl.

The Princess of Slytherin. Cassandra Vole.

Y/n Y/L and Cassandra Vole’s first meeting was anything but pleasant; and the students who were present that day can agree with that.

It was in their first year, and Y/n completely humiliated Cassandra in Charms after she was rather horrible and rude to him after he told her to stop antagonizing Daniel Page with her unnecessary bullying.

Since that day, Cassandra and Y/n did everything to make each other’s lives hell.

But we are not here to remember what was in the past. Let's focus on the present.

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February 14th, 2013 — Sixth Year

Y/n was sitting at the table he shared with his housemates, a bowl of cereal in his hands as he took in the red decor that graced the Hall's walls and the red paper hearts that hung like curtains over their heads.

That morning all Hogwarts students seemed to be on edge with that day. Girls laughed amongst themselves in small or large groups as they talked about who they would send their letters to and the boys encouraged each other so that none of them would embarrass themselves in front of the girl they liked.

Meanwhile, at the Ravenclaw table, Y/n sighs for what would be the hundredth time, as a gargoyle with few wings and an arrow hands him the sixtieth love letter of the day. When he was going to throw the letter into the pile beside him, he recognized the handwriting that was there and quickly opened it. And he read the only message that was there.

‘Meet me at the Astronomy Tower after lunch.’

"So," Daniel began to speak as he looked at his friend with a curious eye, seeing how he finished reading the letter with a small smile on his lips. "This year are you going to go out with me and Ivy, like in past years, or are you going to finally agree to go out with one of your admirers?”

Y/n, who had just put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth, replied after he finished chewing. "For your luck and mine, I already have a date for today."

Daniel, on the other hand, couldn't control his surprise "You already have a date?!" The Hall, which was previously noisy with the noise of students, became completely silent as the words came out of the red-haired boy's mouth, drawing attention to their table. Y/n wanted to bury himself on the concrete floor to escape from the eyes on them.

Ivy, who until then seemed oblivious to the two boys' conversation while eating her oatmeal, upon noticing the curious looks on Daniel and Y/n, put down her spoon and said in a light tone: "You can go back to doing what you were doing, fellows. Don't let Daniel get in your way." And went back to eating her food.

With no eyes on them, Daniel moved closer to Y/n and spoke again, but this time, softer so that only he, Y/n, and Ivy could hear. "You already have a date? Really?"

Y/n nodded slowly, feeling his cheeks starting to heat up.

"Who?" Daniel asked, without realizing that he was being watched by a girl who was looking intently at them.

Y/n seeing where that conversation was going, quickly broke the conversation as he glanced at his silver watch. "Look at the time!" He rose from his seat while tidying his tie. "I have to go do my prefect rounds." And started walking towards the exit. "Bye, Daniel! Bye, Ivy!"

"Ivy?" Daniel caught the girl's attention as he stared at where Y/n had left.

"Yes?" Ivy said, distracted by her food.

"Do you want to find out who Y/n’s mysterious date is?" Daniel said to the gray-haired girl with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

Ivy pulled her attention from the food to look at Daniel. “What do you have in mind?”

“We’re going to follow him.”

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After finishing his duties as a prefect, Y/n quickly went to his room to freshen up and change his clothes, and before leaving, he took the package and the bunch of roses that were on his bed and went towards the Astronomy Tower. where he found the person he expected.

There she was, Cassandra Vole in all her beauty, standing with her back to him.

Y/n couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked. Her long blonde hair was loose, except for the white turban that held her hair back from going into her eyes. The gray skirt she wore sat against her hips, which was accompanied by a white wool blouse, and on top was a gray coat, to top it off, she wore black boots that reached to her knees.

"Hello, darling, " Y/n said, alerting Cassandra to his arrival. Causing her to turn to look at him. "Is this all for me?" He said playfully to what she had worn.

Cassandra snorted at what Y/n had said as she approached him. "As if I would wear it for you. I wear it from me." She said as she looked Y/n up and down with searching eyes. "Uhm... you dressed up and shaved. Did you do this for me?"

Now it was Y/n's turn to snort. "You know I do. I have to sweep you off your feet somehow, darling." Cassandra rolled her eyes at the last part.

"You know it doesn't take much for you to sweep me off my feet," Cassandra said in a soft tone. A tone she only used with Y/n. "I couldn't say it earlier, but thank you for the roses."

"Speaking of roses, I have some here for you," Y/n said holding out the bunch of roses to her. "And you don't have to thank me for the flowers. I'm just doing my job as your boyfriend." And he intertwined his arms around Cassandra's slim waist.

"You're very sweet, Y/n," Cassandra said with slightly pink cheeks as she held the roses in her left hand, and used her right hand to cup Y/n's jaw to bring him down to her height and leave a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Only for you," Y/n said, lowering his head to place a chaste kiss on Cassandra's lips once more. "Now, shall we go to our date?”

Cassandra hummed in fondness. “It better be. And yes, we shall.”

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Cassandra and Y/n walked slowly through the snowy streets of Hogsmeade hand in hand as they talked about the upcoming Quidditch game: Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor. And by chatting I mean the fact that Y/n was the only one talking excitedly about the new tactics he came up with since he was the captain of the Ravenclaw team- and Cassandra, who wasn't much into the sport, just listened attentively to what her boyfriend was saying with a slight smile. The same can be said when the subject turned to Herbology, Y/n listened to everything while listening to Cassandra's melodic voice explain the subject she liked.

The couple were so oblivious by the looks of surprise and shock that the other Hogwarts students in the street threw them. After all, they never dreamed of the day that Y/n L/n and Cassandra Vole would one day go without exchanging barbs with each other. Who would say going on a date?

'How is it that the nice, shy, and charismatic Y/n dates the rude, mean, and unfriendly Cassandra?' That's what was going through their heads right now.

Cassandra rolled her eyes as Y/n laughed at the comment he had made about Cassandra's jealousy over the numerous letters he had received that day, as he opened the door to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop for her.

Once inside the store, Y/n led his girlfriend to a vacant table, pulling out a chair for her after having helped her to take off her coat, to then do the same with his coat and finally sit in his chair, for them to place their orders.

Cassandra ordered a chamomile tea and cinnamon rolls as a side, and Y/n ordered a mint tea and a chocolate cake as a side. They were talking about the next dinner between their families while waiting for their orders when Y/n noticed a strange movement at the window and caught his attention.

"What is more important than me to have your full attention right now?" Cassandra asked the boy with her arms crossed when she realized that he was no longer paying attention to what she was saying.

"Uhm...I...I think you better look out the window and draw your conclusions, Cass." Y/n said in a low tone as he felt the heat in his cheeks rise.

Cassandra without understanding anything, turned to the window to see what had left her boyfriend like that, when she came across Daniel, Ivy and a few more students staring at them through the window with faces of shock.

Feeling her cheeks burn, Cassandra cleared her throat and straightened in her chair. "Ignore them, Y/n. They have nothing to do."

"You're right." Y/n nodded. "How about we exchange our presents now?" He said as he removed two boxes from the package that was in his coat pocket and gave them to Cassandra. "I hope you like it. It's from the new jewelry collection you told me about."

As for Cassandra, she wanted to complain that Y/n had given her two gifts instead of one - as was agreed- but there was nothing she could do since Y/n always liked to give her presents. Opening the first box, Cassandra found a simple silver necklace with diamonds around it, but what caught her attention was the small emerald stone that adorned the simple necklace. "Oh, Y/n. The necklace is so pretty." Cassandra approached Y/n to give him a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me," Y/n said as he caressed Cassandra's delicate hand with his calloused one. "When I saw the necklace it reminded me of your eyes. And the necklace comes with matching earrings." Y/n said as she opened the other box, the smaller one, which contained the earrings. Cassandra, in turn, thanked him with a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Well, I guess it's your turn now." The blonde took a small box from her coat and handed it to Y/n. "Here. I hope you like it."

When Y/n opened the box, he couldn't help but recount the chuckle that came out of his mouth. Inside the box was a silver necklace with a pendant of the letter 'C' etched with tiny lapis lazuli.

"Marking territory already, Miss Vole?" Y/n said as he closed the necklace around his neck. "I liked the present. Thank you." Y/n placed a kiss on the back of Cassandra's hand as a thank you.

"Since everyone already knows we're together, the girls have to know you're already off limits," Cassandra said with a look of disdain as she shrugged. That made Y/n laugh harder.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my jealous girl."

"Happy Valentine's Day, handsome."

Bonus:

Later that night, after the long day they had, Cassandra and Y/n were inside the bathtub in the prefects' bathroom with candles illuminating every corner of the room.

"Being a prefect has its privileges," Cassandra said softly, running water from the bathtub with rose petals hitting her considerable chest. As she leaned her back against Y/n's defined chest with him doing a light massage on her shoulders.

"It does. And nothing better than enjoying them with my lovely girlfriend, don't you think?" Y/n said as he placed a small kiss on the blonde's neck, eliciting a small whine from her as his hands tightened a tense knot in her muscles.

"You treat me so well," Cassandra said, swirling the water around to look at Y/n. "What can I do to make it up to you?" She said, straddling Y/n's hips with her legs, sitting there while with her hands she traced imaginary lines on Y/n's chest and jaw.

"I have something in mind," Y/n said with a mischievous smile, as he lowered his head to kiss and bite Cassandra's neck, then placed a kiss full of passion and lust on her lips.

Who would have thought that after so much teasing and frustration, they would be celebrating Valentine's Day together?

[opera-ghosts]

From New York Times; oct. 23, 1883

THE NEW OPERA-HOUSE.; FIRST PERFORMANCE BY MR. ABBEY'S COMPANY."FAUST" WITNESSED BY 3,000 PEOPLE--HOW THE HOUSE LOOKS, WHO WASTHERE TO SEE, AND THE PERFORMANCE.

A very great audience assembled last evening in the new Metropolitan Opera-house on the Broadway and 39th Street. The linesef earriages were so long that the three entrances were unequal to the task of receiving their oocupants promptly, and at 8:23 o'clock, when Signor Vianesi lifted bis batonpeople were still pouring in from every side.An ougburst of applause greeted the Signor’s appearance, whereat he halted, wheeled about, and gravely bowed to every corner of the vast auditorium before repeating his signal for the opening overture. The curtain rose on the first act of “Faust” at 8:30 o'clock, and Signor Campanini was warmly greeted. At this time the house was well filled.

The exceedingly comfortable seats in the parquet were all oceupied, the rows of boxes were tenanted, the baicony was nearly filled, and the family cirele was not fall by a good deal.

The artists were all warmly received; Mesdames Nilsson and Sealchi and Signor Campanini particniarly. In the second aet Mme. Scalchi was presented with six large baskets of flowers. Signor Campanini received a painted banneret, a painting onaneasel of flowers, and numerous floral baskets and bouquets. Among the many tributes to Mme. Nilsson was achaplet of leaves of gold contained in a crimson yelvet case. She had just finished the “Jewel Song,” and the applause was deafening. First hoiding the box down so that the audienee obtained a view of its contents she placed it upon the chair in front of the casket, and kneeling repeated the Jewel song. All the other artists reeelved offerings of flowers.

Mach disappointment was caused by the comparative failure of the acoustic properties of the auditocium. Much of the brilliaucy of tone which should have been produeed by the band was dulled, even to those spectators seated in the most desirable parts of the parquet, and in the upper rows of boxes and in the balcony only the high volees were Gistinetly heard. Not were the facilities for seeing mach better in some portions of the auditorium than the facilities for hearing. In many of the boxes the occupants of rear seats had to stand and lean over the ladies in front, and from the sixth row ot the balceny and above the oaly animated thing visible to the occupants of a seat was the expanse of Signor Vianesi‘s cranium. At first the audience knit their brows and cocked their heads, and there was a disposition to Jay the blame upon their own ears, which mapy imagined had suddenly become defective, but during the enracle, on comparing notes, it was discovered that persons in each of the various tiers and in all parts of the house—near as well as at a distance from the stage—experienced the same inability to catch the notes of the artists clearly. Signor del Pnente had not been beard at all by the majority, and Signori Novara and Dei Puente’s voices were mufiied in a manner that was exeeedingly irritating. When judgment had confirmed judgment on tbis point there was much outspoken grumbling. Faust was found also with the extreme heat of the corridors in the rear of the bexes, the draughtiness of the entrances, and the sub-cellar look of the various passages surrounding the auditorium. The appearance of the latter was highly praised, and much commendation was awarded to the scenery, to the quality of the orchestra, chorus, ana pallet, and to the efficiency of the attendants, who wore a uniform of bottie green, ornamented with gilt buttons.