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redbleedingrose · 3 months

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since ur drabbles are open… thinking about girl dad!Eris and reader having another baby and Eris wants to name her Lucy after his baby brother 🥹

heheheh another babe for girl dad!Eris ???

If I am being so completely honest, I think it is gonna be a long long time until girl dad!Eris and you have another child. One fae pregnancy is extremely rare, and the fact that you had a twin pregnancy??? Almost unheard of in Prythian.

Eris for sure wants more children, I think it takes you a long time to be ready for it. You want to spend time with your twin babes, and your pregnancy with them was very, very difficult... it makes you less than excited to be pregnant again. And Eris is fully aware and ready to wait as long as you need, and is content if you decide you don't think you will ever be ready for another.

And to clarify, I think Eris would truly really pray for another girl. I think he has his own insecurities when it comes to having a son. He truly feels more comfortable with having daughters he can spoil and love on to the fullest extent. The thought of having a son... it makes him fear (even moreso than he does with Marwa and Twila) that he will act like his father.

Needless to say, I think Er has a lot of trauma he is working through, and You, Marwa and Twila are the reason he feels so inclined to do so. So, at the end of it all, it will take some time for him to be ready for another babe as well.

Now, your thought, dear anon, is a very sweet one, and I have had thoughts as well. So, maybe I can share some Girl Dad!Eris lore for the class since you brought it up so kindly!! <3

It takes a very long time for there to be reconciliation between Eris and Lucien, not for Er's lack of trying. Lucien is deeply, deeply scarred by what Beron did to him and Jesminda. And the role that Eris played, or at least the role that Lucien thought Er played, is one that broke their relationship.

Prior to this, Er was the only brother Lucien actually loved and was close to, and visa-versa. Eris truly adored Lucien, ever since he was a babe. Eris tells you later on, in the darkest hour of night, while he is wrapped up in your arms with his face buried in your chest, body shuddering from sobs, that he always knew that Lucien was different from the rest of them, from the rest of his brothers. Er's mother came clean to Eris years after the incident with Jesminda, but part of Eris already knew. And Eris thinks that there was a part of Beron that already knew. And maybe that is why what happened with Jesminda, is because of Lucien's crime of being born.

Eris' relationship with Lucien is honestly really difficult for Eris to talk about, he rarely wants to, even with you, his closest confidant, his best friend, his wife, his mate. It is not something he wants to spend time dwelling on, though you know, and he knows, that Eris will spend an hour a day, at least, thinking about how things could have ended differently, if he had just tried harder.

Eris was made aware of Beron's hatred for Jesminda the moment Lucien introduced her to their family. He caught the dark, hungry glint in the evil high lords eyes when she introduced herself as a young maiden coming from the rural farms of Autumn. As the eldest son, Eris was responsible for a lot of Beron's duties (in secret of course). As such, the night after Jesminda was introduced, Eris was summoned to Beron's office and was made aware of the plan to ruin the young loves relationship.

Eris spent a long time, with lots of effort, trying to put off or ruin Beron's plans. And he was often successful. What Eris counted on, was Beron letting things go between the two young loves. Eris counted on this being Beron's attempt to "protect the family image." Eris truly believed that if he delayed Beron's plans that many times, that eventually his father would give up.

What Eris didn't count on, was Beron's utter hatred for Lucien. Eris didn't count on the fact that the plan was to ruin Lucien's life. By the time Er figured out what was going to happen to Jesminda, it as already too late. Jes had already been brought to the prisons for her end, and Lucien was already being held back by their second oldest brother, Dragos.

The way that Eris explained to you, and he only has once because he really hates talking about this night, is that he grabbed onto Lucien to make sure Dragos didn't kill him right then and there. But with that, with his intent on protecting his youngest brother, he had to force Lucien to watch the beheading of his first love. It is not something Eris will ever find forgiveness in himself for. He will never forget the wails and shrieks of his youngest brother. And he will never forget the ringing silence that came after.

All that Eris had in his mind, trying to tamp down the sheer panic running through his arteries, pumping through his heart, is getting Lucien out. Once Jesminda was murdered, Eris wasn't sure what the fate of Lucien was. So, while he and Dragos were dragging Lucien away, when they were finally out of the sight of Beron and the other brothers, Eris released Luc and used the dagger hidden against his forearm to stab into Dragos' carotid. Lucien was soaked in his second eldest brothers blood as he scrambled away from Eris, but Er didn't let him get too far, winnowing the both of them out into the depths of the Autumns Forest.

"Go," he hissed between clenched teeth, shoving Lucien towards the spring border, "I will hold them off." The shouts of the other Vanserra brothers approaching closer and closer through the forest, Eris couldn't bring himself to look back as he shouted at Lucien to "Get out of here! Go! Leave and never ever come back!"

Eris described this night, as one of the worst ones of his entire life. He lost his most beloved brother, possibly forever. And he would never be able to explain himself. He would forever, in the eyes of his brother, be an enemy and one of the reasons Jesminda is not alive.

You coming into Er's life brought a lot of hope. A lot of strength for Eris. Centuries of planning to assassinate his father are finally carried out because there is nothing more that Eris wants, than a world where he can love you freely and openly, without putting you in danger. After Beron is... eliminated... Autumn Court flourishes under Eris' rule with your help as high lady. Eris has long let go of hope that one day, maybe Lucien will forgive him. But he has hope that he will build his own family, one that he will love and protect forever, one that he won't fail like he failed Luc.

Lucien, struggles with his emotions regarding Eris. He has long remained confused and angry and hurt about the night Jes was killed, and it takes him centuries to work through all of the trauma of it. And he has to do it without his oldest brother, without his mother. He has to do it alone. After that night, Lucien thought he would be alone forever, without a family.

Of course, as time passes, wounds heal slowly. From a distance, truly peripherally, Luc watches the Autumn Court flourish under Eris' rule with the new high lady, you. Lucien was stunned that Eris even created teh position of high lady, he always assumed that the woman to marry Er would live in a loveless marriage as lady autumn as his mother had. Lucien didn't think Eris would find love. He didn't think Eris would let himself have love. Despite these changes, Lucien remains wary for several more decades.

It is not until one fateful evening, in the middle of Summer while Lucien is in Day court, the truth of his conception being exposed after Beron's death, that Luc receives a letter with delicate, beautiful handwriting addressing him as "brother." It doesn't take long for Luc to figure out, that the handwriting belongs to the High Lady of Autumn, you, his brothers wife and mate. You never told Eris you were writing Lucien this letter, because you didn't want to get his hopes up, but you wrote to Lucien imploring him to come visit one day, if only to meet his new sister in law, if only to see the changes that have brought true joy to Autumn Court. In this same letter, you inform Lucien that you are expecting. That he will be an uncle, and that you hope to the mother, that you pray to the gods, that one day your babe will be able to meet their fathers favorite brother, their youngest uncle. Lucien, as you expected, does not respond to your letter.

At least, not right away...

Part 2 coming soon!

A/N: this is unedited but part 2 is coming tomorrow hopefully, Thursday evening at the latest 💞

#rose rambles #rose answers #girl dad!Eris x reader #girl dad!Eris #eris vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfic #acotar hcs #acotar drabbles #autumn court #eris vanserra #eris vanserra drabble #eris vanserra fanfic #girl dad eris lore #marwa and twila

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leveloneandup · 2 months

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Tobin Heath talks with Twila Kilgore of the United States during USWNT Training at Dignity Health Sports Park on February 18, 2024 in Carson, California. (Photo by Brad Smith/ISI Photos/USSF/Getty Images for USSF)

#tobin heath #twila kilgore #uswnt #tc visit uswnt training

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ask-healthy-light · 1 month

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After the others all breathed immense sighs of relief, however, Ember continued, and said that they could not delay, and they had to hasten themselves to leave these territories; for although she was able to reason with the Great Elemental Dragon, the mere presence of such a small group was already close to their limit, and they would not allow a longer stay or more beings to pass without issues.

Hearing this, both Nox and Boom turned away to think, albeit for separate reasons, before Nox asked the group for some silence, as she had to let her Mother know that they could not yet allow Shining to join them, lest they risk the wrath of the Great Elemental Dragons that rule these lands; and to her great relief, Luna understood, and from her position in Frost's arms, she gestured to Celestia.

When Celestia noticed the signs that her Sister wished to speak with her, she discreetly moved over to sit next to her and Frost, and while the Dragoness between them was as quiet and sat as still as she possibly could, Luna told Celestia about the complications the group faced; for if they were to translocate Shining now, they would put the group in danger that could not be solved with strength.

Fortunately, since the Lord of the Empire was still energetically dancing around the table with his Daughters, they did not yet have to worry about letting him know about their slight change of plan; but he could not stay forever, either, and both they and the group had to make sure that everything was set, so Luna closed her eyes to reach out to Nox, while Celestia moved over to talk to Shining.

But just as she gently laid her head on Frost's chest again, Luna heard that Shining had started to well up as he quietly whispered to the two Young Princesses that he loved them more than they could imagine; and Luna struggled to calm down her heart as she told Nox and the group to look after each other, as Shining had just uttered what she knew he intended to be his last words to his Daughters.

In response, Nox quickly passed her Mother's message on to the others, and repeated Ember's request to leave these territories as soon as they could, and to find an area of neutrality where they were able to rest and regroup; but when Ember took the lead to guide the group to the East, Boom did not move a muscle, and he pensively looked into the distance towards the Great Elemental Dragon's lair.

Only when Nox placed her paw on his shoulder was Boom finally able to snap out of his focus, but he could not answer her when she asked him if he had heard her, for which he started to apologise; but Nox instead told him to forego his apology, and to make haste, as Ember had already started to lead the group further East in the hopes of reaching unoccupied territory where they could take a break.

Before he could take time to think, Boom was pulled onto his hooves by Nox, who started to push him forwards with her wings, hoping to catch up with the others, while back in the Empire, Lord Shining was putting on his armour and gathering his supplies again; but when he put on his protective gear, Celestia returned all his weapons onto his body without anybody noticing, save for her and Shining.

All that Cadance worriedly asked Shining was why he briefly shuddered a moment ago, the moment that all his weapons were translocated at once, to which he lied that he was just not looking forward to stepping into the snow; and he sweetly promised Cadance, Flurry, and Twila that he would be back in no time, before he jokingly asked the two Princesses if they could look after their Mother for him.

As brave as one of the Royal Guards, the two little Fillies almost started to jump in excitement as they promised their Dad that Momma would be every right before he returned back, before they softly asked him to be safe and stay careful in the very cold; and Shining had to hold back his tears with all his might as he picked up Twila and Flurry, and pulled them and Cadance in for a sweet embrace.

In turn, as everyone in the Hall got up to join the Crystal Royals to the aura, Shining whispered:

"I already miss you…"

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kismetmoon · 8 months

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small doodle of the medical mayhem crew, Dayo belongs to @dipperpines-kin

[Plain text ID: A digital drawing of Dayo and Twila, two original Flatland characters. Dayo (on the left) is an equilateral triangle with a large point on his top angle, arms and legs, and a large eye in his centre with three eyelashes on each eyelid. Twila (on the right) are conjoined twins with two eyes for heads, T-shaped pupils, two tails with circles on the ends and two legs. Dayo is talking to Twila, he has a neutral expression and is holding his hands out in front of him with his arms bent as though explaining something. Twila looks happy and is imagining a scene with a pentagon, Dayo and a triangular horse above in the thought bubble. There are multiple speech bubbles around Dayo that are shaped like him. There is a grey triangle and hexagon behind Dayo and Twila respectively. End ID.]

#flatland #twila #others ocs #the live laugh lobotomy club #if you will #horse design based on charseraphs art

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enchantinglyjade · 7 months

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𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter One

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist | Next Warnings: Swearing? Note: So, a little backstory, this series is based off of my DR, but I failed to shift, so I thought I'd just turn it into a fic lol. Also, I wrote Hogwarts as if it's a highschool/university as opposed to a middle school/high school. So, 1st year is age 16, 2nd is 17, 6th is 21, etc. This combines multiple timelines and makes no sense canonically so don't fact check me 🤣

The constant rumble of the tracks shakes a train car, bouncing a young woman in her seat on a particularly cold September morning. Her head taps against the glass window, as she tries her best to ignore it and the constant chatter around her. She adjusts her bag, so her temple knocks into that instead, leaning into it with a tired grumble as she slips back into a just barely more comfortable sleep.

“How could you possibly be sleeping now? Have you not been thinking about this moment for years?”

With a groan, she leans up to face her friend, Jewel, who looks at her with a confused look. “Maybe because we’ve been up for the past 3 days talking about it.”

Celia buds in. “Let her sleep. She’ll need it.” She says with a particularly knowing giggle,

“Especially if the first person you’re introducing her to is him.” Penelope giggles as well, nudging Jewel on the arm, who guiltily smiles in return.

Jewel had told the young girl lots about her Hogwarts friends, but she had yet to meet most of them. She was introduced to Penelope and Celia only a few days back, when she first arrived in London. Jewel’s father was kind enough to let her stay at their manor for the few days leading up to their 7th year.

While the trio pester and tease each other, the girl sneaks back into her dream world, slipping as peacefully back into sleep as the train tracks will allow her to.

“We’re here, Twila! Get up!”

Damn. That was quick. She thinks to herself.

Her bag drops from being against the window to sitting in her lap as Penelope yanks her arm. Twila quickly slings the bag over her shoulder just before it’s out of her grasp as she rises out of her seat. “Penelope, hold on.” She says with a chuckle. Jewel’s long, light brown hair bounces not too far in front of them, as she leads the four of them off the car. Their suitcases are piled up on the sidewalk just outside the locomotive, steam still hissing and rolling above the train cars, filling the air with its industrial scent.

“Welcome, students. Everyone follow this way please.”

The four of them, amongst the many other students, walk through a dark, luscious green forest until they finally see ‘it’ emerge from the trees in all of its glory.

Twila stands in amazement. The school is ginormous, just how she imagined it to be. It’s already so magical and she hadn’t seen anything but the bricks that hold everything together. Ilvermorny had been big, but this is on a completely different scale. She didn’t even know how much time passed or what direction she was walking, for she was too busy admiring the view.

She watches the first years get sorted into their houses. Unfortunately, Twila had met some of her professors before the start of school and was sorted in private. However, seeing how all eyes were on the first years now as the hat speaks to them, she’s somewhat relieved for that. Afterwards, the students gather in the Great Hall to mingle after the start of term banquet, which was just as grand as the rest of the school.

“Come, Twila. I want to introduce you to someone!” Jewel says right before her shriek erupts through the room, causing a certain blond boy to turn around. “Ah! I’ve missed you, Malfoy!”

“Jewel, it’s only been– what? 3 months??”

He’s not what Twila has expected him to look like. Not in a bad way, of course, just different. Though, she supposes the only thing Jewel ever talked about was his attitude, hair, and money.

He makes sudden eye contact with her, seeing how she hovers just a few feet behind his childhood friend. “Whose that?” He says quietly, nudging Jewel for her attention.

“Oh!” She pulls away from the hug to gesture towards her. “This is Twila. She’s my best friend from Ilvermorny I told you about.”

He nods very, very slowly as he almost looks down upon the new girl. “Oh… I see.” Nonetheless, he extends his hand to hers. “Draco. Nice to meet you.”He takes a glance back at Jewel, clearing his throat before looking back at the other girl. “What do you think of Hogwarts so far?”

“It’s good… so far anyways.” Twila chuckles nervously, trying to come off as friendly, but she notices how the boy seems unimpressed and unwelcoming.

“I suppose you’ve already been sorted? I’m Slytherin, if you were wondering.” A cocky, proud smirk grows on his lips.

There’s the attitude Jewel had warned her about. “Uh, yeah. Ravenclaw.” She smiles, but it quickly drops when he begins to laugh.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Twila, really, but I must be getting back.” He says, still having a chuckle in his voice as he walks back to his large group of friends.

Jewel rolls her eyes, turning back to Twila to notice her confused look. “That’s just him. You’ll get used to it. “She chuckles. “Come. I’ll show you up to Ravenclaw tower– but don’t expect me to walk with you up there for the rest of the year. I can’t get caught on that side of the school. Too many stairs as well. Ugh.” Twila rolls her eyes with a smile, following beside her friend.

As they walk through the endless corridors, including up a staircase that magically disappears and reappears, they pass by an oddly empty side of the school. Everyone must still be downstairs visiting one another. Twila supposes it would be just like her to be the first student to rush back to her dorm. Then, the two hear voices echo down the hall.

“And what if I refuse? It is just like Dumbledore to throw helpless children around to whomever is willing to clean up his responsibilities.”

“Severus, please. They had all but disposed of her because they were simply too lazy to dissect this problem themselves.”

Jewel pulls Twila aside, hiding the two of them around a corner and she peeks to watch the professors argue over something. “That’s Professor Snape, Head of my house. Quite cruel at times. It’ll be in your best interest to avoid him as much as possible.”

Twila scoffs internally at this. If only she could.

They continue to listen, watching as best as they can.

“So, I suppose this is my burden now? No consultation or anything? Just leave the child at my doorstep?” Snape exclaims in annoyance.

Ms. McGonagall, who Twila had written to many times over the summer, softly drops her arms in frustration. “Please, just have a moment with her. And if you still wish to refuse, then Dumbledore has promised to remove her from your hands.”

He sighs, crossing his arms as he puts up a cold front. “Alright. You have me. For now.” He states sternly. “But be sure to set your expectations low. I can only imagine this child will get on my last nerve and quickly.”

Ms. McGonagall chuckles. “I trust she will be safe in your hands, Severus. I’m sure it will mean everything to her. Thank you again for helping.” She turns to walk away, before remembering something. “Oh, and be sure to give her this in class tomorrow.” She reaches into her green cloak pocket, pulling out an almond colored envelope before slipping it to him.

Twila eyes the envelope as Snape does the same. She wonders what it says, though she knows she’ll be finding out soon enough.

Jewel lets out a thoughtful hum, not focusing on their words as much as she’s concerned whether they’re leaving yet or not. Once out of sight, she walks out from their ‘hiding spot’ and they continue down the next stairwell. “Whatever that was about.” She scoffs. “Anyways, here’s your common room, the riddle’s for you and your brainy selves to figure out.” Twila smiles, glancing at the bird on the door, its bronze wings shielding its body. “Alright, well, best get settled in then. Class begins bright and early tomorrow. Oh, and don’t roam too far around the castle alone, never know who you’ll run into.” She flashes Twila a smile before heading back down the stairs.

With a sigh, Twila enters her common room, making her way towards her dorm. The riddle wasn’t too difficult for her to figure out. Her room is small, but cozy with lots of antique woods, rusty coppers, and wonder filled blues. Not to mention, the view the tower held over the rest of the castle. It’s beautiful. She couldn’t wait to start making it hers.

She eyes her luggage that magically made its way to her room while she was busy eating earlier. She lazily plops onto her bed with a huff. She had a long day already and suspected an even longer one tomorrow. She should get some rest, unpacking can wait for another day.

She lays her head on the nicely fluffed pillow, tracing the golden astrological symbols etched into the ceiling. I’m a long way from home. She thinks to herself. But she is here for a purpose.

༺ ☆ ༻

The next day, Twila wakes up with a light heart, an airy feeling in her chest that flutters both in excitement and fear as she lays in her bed, unaware of the busy day before her.

She removes the covers from her body and walks to her still unpacked suitcase, hoping to pull out two matching items. She chuckles to herself at some of the things she finds. She had quite a reputation for herself at Ilvermorny for being the weird girl and her clothes did not help with this stereotype. She told herself that she’d start fresh here and be her most unapologetically authentic self. That she wouldn’t cower away just because she was different. After all, she had crafted many of these items herself and she worked too hard to be so ashamed of what her mind craved to bring to life.

But it seems it was an easier plan to agree to when she was still in the comfort of her home. Now, having traveled across the ocean, she’s beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe I should have brought something to blend in with for the first day, just to help me feel comfortable while I adjust. But it’s too late now. Go big or go home. She thinks.

Ugh, I should really mind American slang while I’m here.

She throws on her most normal set of clothes, all of which she had specially made to match the Ravenclaw’s aesthetic, then heads out into the main common room area.

The room is more lively than she had imagined it being, considering the house’s stereotypes Jewel had told her about, though she thinks it could just be first day jitters.

She awkwardly smiles as she passes students by, some taller, some shorter, and many younger than her. She squeezes by bodies of people, her book bag beginning to slip off her shoulder, causing her robes to follow suit. She huffs, adjusting it back into place as she finally reaches the door. She nervously follows the rest of the students through the castle, assuming they’d bring her to where she needs to go, and luckily they do. Once in the cafeteria, her anxiety only peaks. She had nearly forgotten her least favorite part about school.

Voices and laughter bounce off the castle walls. The students she followed to the Great Hall now scatter in different directions, some sitting down, some chatting with friends, and some speaking with the professors. She stands in the center of the doorway as students from each of the houses surround her, taking up the giant room. She can feel nervousness seeping into her at the sight. What if everyone's eyes suddenly land on her, the whole school laughing at her while she stands like an idiot in the center of the room? She’d need to figure herself out quickly before others take notice.

Okay. Yellow table, that’s for Hufflepuff. Or is it Gryffindor…? Doesn’t Gryffindor have yellow in it? But then which one is-

“Merlin, Twila. Come on.” Jewel suddenly pops into view, chuckling at Twila as she guides her down the center of the room. Twila follows behind, her brain just barely catching up to her friend with all the commotion around them.

“Gryffindor.” She points, continuing to strut past students. “Hufflepuff. Slytherin, the most amazing people you’ll ever meet. And you… are here!” She spins around, hands on her hips, as she proudly presents Twila a spot at the blue table. “I’ll see you in the Library later, alright?” She winks, quickly turning to walk back to her own table.

Right. “Where is that?”

Jewel smiles. “Trust me. It will find you.” She calls over her shoulder before finding her way back to the green table, sitting herself next to a familiar blond boy. Jewel gives Twila a thumbs up, which Draco sees and follows his friends gaze to glance at the new girl as well.

The second Twila sees him look over, she immediately looks elsewhere, not wanting to deal with him again, at least not so early in the morning.

The rest of the blue cladded students pile around her, talking amongst themselves. Twila listens in on their conversations, trying to get a grasp on the things they talk about, how they speak, things that happen around the school, anything to ground herself with, but she resorts to slowly picking at the food in front of her, which even that is so different from what she is used to. Her current state doesn’t help with her insecure feelings either, but hopefully Ms. McGonagall is right and everything will finally get resolved. Though Twila has her doubts. Many, painful doubts.

Breakfast ends after many long minutes and the students mumble and grumble their way out the door and to their first classes of the school year.

Twila takes a deep breath. Just two more meals to get through and I’ll be back in my dorm. Alright, Herbology. And what does Jewel mean the Library will find me? You know, this whole magic thing is starting to get on my nerves. Constant nonsense. But, I guess that is the point…

With a frustrated groan, Twila opens her bag and pulls out the map McGonagall had given her. She really doesn’t want to have to use it since it seems to scream ‘new kid’, but she has no choice. She panics as more and more students leave the Great Hall, as she desperately searches the large map for one single, simple word. Class would be starting soon and who knows how many miles she’d have to cross to find where she’s required to be. Unfortunately, the map does nothing to help. In fact, it only makes her that much more confused.

“You won’t be needing that.”

And just like that, the map is yanked up and out of her hands. She holds herself back from rolling her eyes in annoyance and turns to face her first bully– or– bullies, both of them, identical to each other.

They smile widely, ginger hair framing their faces, which were oddly kind looking for bullies. The one rolls the paper map into a scroll, handing it back to her. “New girl.” He states.

“American, I’ve heard?” The other one chips in with a wide grin. Twila looks between the two of them, not fully grasping their intentions just yet, but finding herself somewhat amused by them. They chuckle. “Where are you heading?”

She scratches the back of her neck. “Um… Herbology?”

They nod, making the same exact head movement and sound.

“Right, you’ll want to head that way. You’ll know you’re there when you see the, you know… plants.” They chuckle together.

“See you around, America.”

And like that, they’re gone, lost in the sea of students.

Putting the map back in her bag, Twila does as they say until she finds the, you know, plants. As she enters the classroom, she sees that everyone is already settled in the stools. She tries to sneak by everyone to the nearest open spot, but her appearance is clear to everyone, eyes following her as she walks deeper into the classroom. She places her bag down onto the floor beside her, silently looking around the classroom as the professor begins instructing.

“I wouldn’t make a habit out of arriving late to class. It makes a poor first impression.” A voice calls lazily from behind her.

She spins in her chair with a taken aback look, coming face to face with a boy who has dirty blond hair and cloudy blue eyes. “There’s been an awful lot of talk about you.” He continues, staring off into the distance with his face resting against his palm. Damn. It’s only the first day and there’s already talk about me? “Don’t worry, mostly positive.” He says, almost as if he had read her mind.

“Mostly?” She asks with sudden questioning interest in the boy.

He chuckles light, going silent as the professor glances their way for a moment, before continuing. “So, what is your name?” The boy asks quietly as the professor faces away from the two of them.

“Twila. DeLuna.”

He smiles just slightly, reaching his hand out in her general direction to shake hers. “Ominis. Blind.”

Her eyes widen at this bluntly stated information, her hand loosening in his grip. “Oh…”

He chuckles, pulling his hand away to rest back against the desk. “It helps to put it out there right away. So, how are you liking Hogwarts?”

The two continue to chat throughout class, which goes by surprisingly quickly for Twila despite it being a rather uneventful class.

“You’ll get used to the routines eventually, and trust me, there are many routines. Good luck out there, Twila. And don’t hesitate to ask for help if you need it. I know a few secrets myself if you’re ever interested.” Ominis gives her a friendly smile just before he exits into the hallway as class is dismissed.

Her next class, however, does not grant her the speed she would have liked.

She follows the rest of the students out, standing in the leafy Herbology hall as she digs for her schedule. Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape. She gulps at the name, remembering all that her and Ms. McGonagall had discussed. Another bit of unfortunate news for her is that the class is on the opposite side of the school.

She continues onward, walking the corridors until she walks through a door that leads her to an open bridge. The warm sun shines down on her face when suddenly three students fly just above her head on their brooms, the wind swishing past causing her robes to levitate. The other students seem unphased by this, but she can’t help but admire the Scottish Highlands as she walks forward until the next building consumes her view.

She finally enters the dark tower and she’s shocked when she is overcome by its gentle and classical aesthetic. Not what she had expected from a Dark Arts building.

She stands to the side, looking at her map once more, when suddenly she feels some type of fluff brush against her leg. She looks down to see a small creature looking up at her. Cats. They have cats in the school.

After going up and down the stairs, and then back up and back down, she finally finds the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She scurries to the nearest open seat as Professor Snape stares her down from his desk. He must recognize her already. She adjusts herself awkwardly under his intense gaze, until he goes back to his work, waiting for class to begin.

Shortly after, a group of laughter enters through the door and Twila sees a familiar blond approach her section. His group makes their way to some of the open seats surrounding, while their leader struts to one right next to her. It’s not until he’s nearly sitting in his chair that he seems to notice her. He furrows his brows as he seats himself fully, a smirk rising to his face as he looks at her. “What are you doing here in this class? It's much too advanced for the likes of you, you must have been given the wrong schedule. Class for the regulars is after lunch, not before” Draco says in a rude and condescending way.

"I do have the ability to study, mind you." She responds dryly.

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, I'm sure you do, Ravenclaw.” He chuckles. “But a N.E.W.T. level class? Do you even know what that means?” He asks with a smug smile, speaking to her as if she were a small child.

"I'll know what it means when I pass mine and you don't." A small smirk pulls on her lips.

He scoffs, turning to sit forward in his seat. “Good luck with that. Only the best witches and wizards succeed in that, and well… look at you.”

She smiles ever so slightly. “We’ll see.”

He looks at her with a smirk. “Are you challenging me?” He says with another condescending laugh, feeling almost amused by her behavior.

Twila lets out a small scoff, playing with a pencil on her desk. “I’m shocked you even remembered me.”

“Hardly. It’s difficult remembering someone as forgettable as you. A Ravenclaw in a N.E.W.T. class, you might as well be invisible.” He finishes with a smirk, laughing to himself as some of his friends nearby join along.

She rolls her eyes, turning back towards her desk. She didn’t have time for this, especially not in front of Snape.

However, Draco doesn’t seem to mind the professor, continuing with a chuckle, leaning into the desk nonchalantly. “Come on. You’re the American girl, right? Jewel’s newest addition to her crew of servants.” He rolls his eyes at the infamous group of friends, now recruiting their fourth member. He then faces the front of the classroom, dismissing her.

She had nearly forgotten all the things Jewel had warned her about Draco. She couldn’t be caught with her guard down around him, or any Slytherin for that matter. “I believe she introduced me as ‘best friend’.” She states, which immediately gets his attention back.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You must be deaf. She said ‘best friend from America’ and last I recall, you’re her only friend from that forsaken country. Naturally that’d put you in first place. So, congratulations. But here– well, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before you’re forgotten amongst the rest.” A sly smirk forms on his face.

I can’t believe this is the close friend Jewel told me about for all these years. “You seem oddly competitive to be her number one.” Twila says with a smirk.

His face twists into a grimace. “You can have her all you want. But trust me, from her standpoint, there is no competition between you and I.” He says more like a warning.

And perhaps he may be right about that, however, “Her and I are closer than you think.”

He raises a dubious eyebrow at her. “Really? And how long have you two even known each other?”

“Ten years.” She states proudly. “She’s told me a lot about you.”

He’s caught off guard by this at first, squinting his eyes at her in curiosity, but soon he scoffs. “Ten years.” He repeats. “Funny. She hardly mentions you at all, for having such a ‘close friendship’.” And with that, he faces away.

Damn. This would be harder than I thought.

Class continues as Twila expected, long and boring. The subject wasn’t exactly a new one for her, so fortunately she wasn’t completely clueless. However, she notices Professor Snape glance at her every now and again, and she knows exactly why. He is studying her. Trying to learn her situation from afar. Honestly, she was guilty for doing the same. She would be working closely with him in these coming months, after all. It would be wise to learn what makes him tick.

Eventually, class is dismissed and students once again pour out the door.

Draco talks with his friends, ignoring Twila like he did the whole remainder of the class, this is until Professor Snape trudges their way.

His hand emerges from his dark cloak and in it resides a letter. The letter. “Twila.” He states.

She looks up, eyes wide. “Y–, uh, Yes, Professor?”

He hands her the letter in silence before resigning back to his desk.

She stares at the familiar envelope in her hands with a quiet, but dreadful sigh, grazing her thumb over its red wax seal.

Draco eyes her closely as she stands up, completely abandoning his friends to follow her out the door. “And what is that exactly?” He asks from behind her, attempting to peer over her shoulder.

She spins around to face him, quickly hiding the note in her bag. “Oh, suddenly you’re interested in my existence?” She smirks.

He rolls his eyes.”Curious as to what the hell makes you special.” He forces a grimace onto his face. However, the fact that he is still interested in her letter, despite displaying a strong dislike for her, tells Twila more.

She scoffs, beginning to walk away again. “Nothing you need to be concerned with.” She says, choosing to ignore any other rude comments he has to say to her. As he stands silent, she can only sigh before taking her map out again.

He groans when he sees the paper, immediately trying to shield it away. “Please. Put that thing away before someone sees you. I can’t believe a well respected Slytherin like Jewel would pick up someone like you.” He mutters the last part under his breath. “Where are you trying to go?” He asks irritatedly, checking the halls for observers.

“Potions.” Twila answers, equally as annoyed now, stuffing her map away.

“Just follow me, I have potions next as well. Lucky me, I get to have you in my presence for another hour.” He grumbles as he leads her forward down the cobbled hallway.

“Trust me, the honor’s all mine.” She states sarcastically, following him at a slight distance with her arms crossed.

As the two walk, Draco continuously glances over his shoulder at Twila, a hint of amusement in his eyes and a smug smirk on his face. “Don’t get so huffy, Twila.” He chuckles. “It’s probably the only emotion you’re capable of.” He mutters under his breath.

She holds back an eye roll. “I’ve been told I’m not the only one.” She says quietly to herself.

Draco stops in his tracks when he hears this. “What was that?” He says, facing towards her.

“You heard me.” She says, strolling past him with a smirk.

He glares at her back, but an oh so small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. “You know, maybe it’s the American in you, but most people don’t dare speak to me that way.”

Draco is good at acting intimidating, she’ll give him that, but it’s clear to her that it’s just a front. She faces him again. “What way?” She says with a daring smile.

He scoffs and smiles, walking closer to her. “It’s rather bold of you to be speaking to me in that tone. Most people have learned the hard way not to disrespect a Malfoy.”

She scoffs back. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m from America. Malfoy doesn’t mean a thing to me.” She smirks.

“Do you not understand? Surely Jewel would have told you just who I am, who my father is.” He says, leaning closer to her. “My family has a lot of influence here. I’m someone you’ll want to respect.” He smirks.

“Clearly not enough to be known overseas. And we’ll see about that.” She teases again. She knows she’s getting herself into dangerous territory, but she just couldn’t stop herself. It’s as if her wit has a mind of its own.

He takes a step closer, now invading her personal space. “You’d do best to watch your tongue, Twila. You might find your stay at Hogwarts very uncomfortable. No one likes a big mouth.”

Her smirk grows even further, as he seemed to just keep setting himself up for her next comments. “Then why do you keep talking?”

Draco’s eyes flutter in confusion as he’s taken aback by her response. He had always been used to people doing as he says, but she doesn’t back away from his intimidation and he finds it annoying that he doesn’t have the same influence as usual. “Well–” He starts, stammering over his words as he tries to narrow his eyes in forced irritation. “It’s because I want to. That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t.” He continues to stare at her.

Twila giggles at his lame comeback and continues walking again.

He sighs from behind her, more annoyed than ever, but he quickly catches up to her and grabs her shoulders and forces her to face him once more. “Look at me, Ravenclaw.” He says in a stern voice, forcing authority into his tone. He wasn’t used to people ignoring his orders.

She raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not impressed by this tough act he’s putting on and equally as annoyed.

This was the first time Draco has met a Ravenclaw with this much attitude. At this point, he just gives up, looking down at her in pure confusion as he drops his arms back down to his sides. “You really are a weird Ravenclaw, aren’t you?” He says with his infamous grimace.

She scoffs. “I thought I was so forgettable?”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re still rather unimportant to me.” He says now with a smirk. “What did Snape give you?” He asks once again.

She rolls her eyes with a groan, entering the potions classroom as she ignores his question.

He follows closely behind, smirking and waiting for her to speak. “What’s so important that you won’t tell me?” He follows her to her seat.

She covers her face, groaning into her hands as he asks again. He smirks, enjoying the reactions he’s getting out of her. “It must be something bad, right? What is it?” He asks again.

“Yes, I’m getting expelled on my first day.” Twila says sarcastically.

He raises a brow at her sarcasm. “So, you’re not in trouble? Why do you act like you’re hiding something then?”

“Because it’s none of your business.” She states simply.

He can’t help but smile at her boldness. “Well, I hope you’re aware I’m not going to stop asking until you tell me.”

She sighs, pulling out her potions book as class begins. She can’t understand why he cares so much. Maybe Jewel told him that he has to be friends with me or something.

Professor Slughorn dismisses the class to their own groups to make a potion. Twila looks at Draco in the corner of her eye as he continuously stares at her throughout class. She notices his attempt to hover around her and annoy the information out of her. Is this what he does for fun? She thinks. “You don’t have many friends, do you?” She asks.

He tries to conceal his defensive feelings towards her question by making himself sound calm and unbothered. “Well, seeing as there’s no one important in this class, I have no choice but to entertain myself with something.” He says dismissively.

She smiles, glancing at him for a second, before turning back to the small introductory potion in front of her, “There’s nothing wrong with making a new friend, you know.” She smirks, knowing he’d be all but offended just by the suggestion.

He rolls his eyes a bit with a chuckle. “I’m not sure I’d call you a friend just yet, but keep up with the attitude.”

Twila hums, adding horklump juice into the pot and stirring the mixture with a large wooden spoon. “Well, you should know, I don’t usually tell non-friends about my private letters.”

He chuckles. “I’m not even sure why you’re hiding it, to be honest. It’s a school letter, what could be so important about it?” He watches as the potion’s bubbles settle and dissolve into a different color completely.

“I suppose you’ll never know, will you?” She smirks, tapping the spoon against the side of the bowl to get the few last drips of potion off the wooden utensil before resting it on the table.

He shakes his head, smirking back. “Is that a challenge to find out?”

“Isn’t everything a challenge with you?” She asks exhaustedly.

He only grins at this, narrowing his eyes down at her. “I think you might’ve just made a very dangerous enemy, Ravenclaw.” He chuckles. He’s curious how she’ll react to his teasing, but she just sighs and continues on with class. Draco can’t help but laugh at the way she rolls her eyes so casually when he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had a reaction like this before.

Soon enough, class ends and Draco had stopped asking her about the letter. For now. Twila’s next class is Divination, which she has been looking forward to all summer. She suspects she’ll do well in the class, considering that she’s already quite knowledgeable in the subject.

Before she knows it, dinner time arrives.

If she thought breakfast was hectic, nothing prepared her for this. Students are even louder, and even more riled up than the first two meals combined. She finds her seat at Ravenclaw table, after dodging a few flying papers and flutters of magic she truly did not want to ask about.

She reaches for a chicken leg, when suddenly the bench jumps with weight. She looks up to find herself surrounded by familiar faces. “Hey! What are you guys doing here?” She asks in confusion.

“It’s dinner, we can sit anywhere.” Jewel says, reaching for a nearby plate.

“And on the weekends, since there’s no class.” Penelope bites into a small cut corn cob, some of her bright orange strands sticking to her face from the juice residue left behind from her meal. “And please, lose the uniform. It’s only required for class.” She says, the vegetable barely staying behind the confines of her teeth while she speaks.

Twila glances over at Penelope, seeing how she had already managed to ditch her red robes for her normal attire. “Oh…” She says, quickly pulling her arms from her heavy robe sleeves, causing her friends to chuckle.

“So, have you made any friends yet, Twila?” Celia speaks up softly, her usual friendly smile on her face.

Twila nods excitedly. “Yes– well– I think anyway… There’s this boy in my Herbology class. Ominis?”

She watches as Celia’s eyes widen and awkwardly glance around the table. Penelope immediately shakes her head at Twila with warning, as her eyes gesture behind her to Jewel.

“Gaunt?” Jewel sternly questions, nearly spitting out her food. “No. Twila, we talked about this.” She sets down her half eaten bread to face Twila fully with a worried look.

Twila’s brows contort in confusion. “Barely, and I didn’t know he’s a Gaunt. Besides, he seems really nice.” She tries to defend him.

“I was hesitant to even introduce you to Malfoy and he’s my best friend.” Jewel sighs, looking at the table for a moment before turning towards her once more. “Look, there are many powerful, dark, pureblood families in this school. Families that are best to avoid at all possible costs, especially the Gaunt’s and the Riddle’s. Someone as vulnerable as you needs to stay away.” She warns.

However, Twila takes minor offense to her words. “As vulnerable as me?” Celia and Penelope stay quiet.

Jewel sighs, dropping her shoulders. “Twila. You’re a new student, far from home, you have no family here, not to mention your… status– Not that that’s a problem with me, it’s just– They’re cruel people and they’ll use anything they can to diminish you to nothing. Don’t let yourself be their next victim. Please, promise me you won’t talk to them.” She all but begs.

Twila slumps over, disappointed yet understanding of what Jewel has just said. She considers her words, trying to not let the truth of them bring her down. “So, why do you get to speak with them?” She asks.

“I hardly do, and as far as they’re concerned, my family is equated in status. I practically grew up with all of them.” She lets out a short breath. “I just want to protect you. I’ve seen what they are capable of and–” She stops with a sad look, letting Twila’s imagination fill in the rest.

Twila fiddles with her spoon, letting her eyes drop from Jewels. How could someone like Ominis be so bad? Draco seems worse than him and yet Jewel speaks of Ominis as if he’s evil incarnate.

“Anyways, shall we go to the library when we’re finished here? I still wanted to show you that collection I thought you might enjoy?” Jewel asks, almost as if their previous topic never existed.

Twila stammers over her words. “I– I’m actually pretty tired after today. I think I’ll just head back up to my dorm to sleep.” It was only half a lie, though for the most part, she just needed some time alone after all of today’s events.

“Oh.” Jewel says, puckering her lips in disappointment. “Do you remember your way?”

Twila nods, before standing up and bidding them goodbye.

“See you in charms tomorrow!” Celia waves.

Twila is, once again, first to retire to her room, unless the few students already studying on the common room couches counted. She sits at the edge of her bed, tossing her robes to the side of her. She reaches into her bag, feeling for a certain envelope, and takes it out, admiring the Hogwarts stamped seal. With a deep breath, she peels open the envelope, pulling out the handwritten parchment inside.

'Miss DeLuna,

We are very excited to have you as a new student here at Hogwarts and we are here to make your stay as enjoyable and comfortable as possible. I hope that you are settling into your classes nicely.

Tuesday morning, just before the light touches the sky, your presence is required in the old detention room for your first evaluation with Professor Snape. Just follow the sleeping dragon and the hissing whispers of the Slytherin Common Room and you will find it. Be sure to not sleep in. Professor Snape can be a tough one to impress at times, it’s best to stay on his good side.

Once again, please be as discreet as possible, for this is sensitive information for other students to be involved with.

Best wishes, Twila

Ms. McGonagall'

‘Before the light touches the sky.’ Perhaps it’s a good thing Twila came up to her room early; She’d be having another long day ahead of her tomorrow.

She folds the letter back up, but as she reaches to place it on her nightstand, the parchment shrivels up, shredding itself mid-air and dancing to the floor before disappearing entirely.

She lays her head back on her pillow, staring at the floorboard where the letter once was. She’s to officially meet Snape tomorrow. She’s almost overwhelmed at the speed at which this is all happening. It seems so soon, but she’s here for a reason and she can only hope that it will work.

#harry potter #hp #draco malfoy #black fanfiction #slytherin #ravenclaw #wizarding world #ilvermorny #severus snape #hufflepuff #gryffindor #hogwarts #ominis gaunt #oc #poc #oc fanfiction #black reader #black writers #shadowed fates

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emotionalsupportsoccerball · 6 months

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NOT DEMELO FOR ANDI, TWILA I JUST WANNA TALK

#uswnt #uswnt players #woso #soccer #andi sullivan #savannah demelo #your kind of daily sulli

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dragonsarecats · 4 months

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anyone else obsessed with how gently Percy holds Medusa’s head? how he cradled it close to his chest and refused to hold it aloft like his namesake?

#PJO spoilers #THATS sally Jackson’s son right there #the way this makes me think of the opening scene of the show #Percy Jackson #Medusa #the way Percy tries so hard to be kind to her because of his mother #and hates so hard that she thinks he’s his father and won’t stand up for his mom #and the way Percy wants the head to be safe so Medusa can’t hurt anyone else because she hurts people and that’s not excused by her hurting #Twila talks #PJO TV show #and the way he’s sending it to Olympus feels so natural he sends her back where she came from #it’s so disrespectful and in a way Medusa would appreciate it

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 2 months

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When was spewart diagnosed with cvs and ptsd?

When did hariet get her epilepsy and menstrual problems diagnosis?

And toppers oab/asthma?

Rango doesn't seem to have anything so uh...good job!

Spewart: "Good question... I got diagnosed with PTSD very recently by my therapist. It's not just from one event, but rather a collection of different traumatic things I've experienced in my life that continues to grow. Dr. Twila is not actually 100% sure I have it, though... "Fairly certain, but not absolute." I don't take meds for it, minus my antidepressants... And I've been to the psyche ward a couple of times throughout my life... Um... As for my CVS... That's more of a self-diagnosis that I got a doctor to agree with. I didn't puke that much when I was younger... Only on car rides n' stuff. But I'd say about four years ago, I started getting sick all the time. Once a week, I'd get out of school for a vomiting episode. If I ate something slightly too greasy, spicy, or with a little too much dairy, I'd vomit everything back up. And sometimes, I throw up, just, because. Not much is known about CVS, so there's not much I can do minus take a bunch of Pepto Bismol before I eat. Which, rarely does anything... All of us have TONS of medical issues, varying in severity. I assume you just picked the two we're most known for...? Well, thank you, Anon! We don't get to really talk about our issues often." :3

Hariet: "I don't remember it, but when I was in, maybe, the fourth grade... I sat down to watch a new TV show that had come out. Not sure what it was, but it had flashing lights and crazy sounds and things like that... Well, one of my brothers found me, on the floor, twitching, pupils dilated, frothing at the mouth, unresponsive... I got taken to the hospital, my family was informed that I had had a seizure, and later got diagnosed with epilepsy the same week, when I had another seizure, attempting to watch the show again. As for my menstrual stuff... For those who don't know, I got my first period when I was seven, which is... Not normal! And I get LOTS of pain, LOTS of blood, and it lasts for a LONG time. Still not normal!! I got a uterine scan in the seventh grade... I'm not sure exactly what was found, but I have some kind of deformity in my uterus that's causing abnormal periods. And also, I CAN get impregnated, but it's unlikely the fetus will survive... I am... Scared to try birth control, and I have hope that maybe this issue will go away on its own eventually, so I just have to DEAL WITH IT."

Topper: "I think I got diagnosed with asthma in the beginning of middle school... There's multiple potential causes for it—Living in foster homes with smokers, getting choked in fights a lot, allergies, air pollution, moldy rooms, simple genetics, etcetera. There was cause for concern when I suddenly started struggling to breathe and almost passed out in gym class one day. Been needing an inhaler on me at all times since. Okay, and I've always had OAB, ever since I was a baby but never got it officially diagnosed until VERY recently. As a kid, most of my foster parents assumed that my accidents were from me being irresponsible, not listening to my body, and intentionally holding until the last minute. It couldn't possibly be not my fault! And the ones that did know something was wrong with me never took me to the doctor; They gave me diapers and called it a day. Thankfully, my issues are WAY less bad than they used to be. But one day, I got curious, Googled my symptoms, took them to a doctor, and sure enough! I officially got an OverActive Bladder! Yay me?"

Rango: :D

Yeah, unless you count Rango's ADD and lack of arm, he has not much going on compared to his siblings. But, of course, there is that "mystery illness" he's dealing with~... I also headcanon that Rango had a shitty immune system & got sick a lot as a child to make up for his lack of serious problems.

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thorns-and-rosewings · 4 months

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Christmas in Seraphim AU🔥

Just a few points of interest, not a particularly long post. Just something cute to write after a long day :)

-First and foremost the entire Pizzaplex is closed and all human employees are given the day off with pay. Seraphim Eclipse is quite the generous guy when it comes to the holidays.

-Leading up to Christmas the whole Pizzaplex has been decorated, the whole place looking incredibly festive. Attractions like Monty's Gator Golf, Fazer Blast, Mazercise, or Roxanne Raceway are decorated how their respective animatronics would like them to be. The only stipulation Seraphim Eclipse set was nothing that was a health hazard. Here's looking at you Chica...

-Likewise the Daycare is decorated by Seraphim Eclipse, Arc Bloodmoon and Cherubim Lunar. They were even able to come up with unique special games and events for the kids made especially for this time of year.

-On Christmas day there's a huge party for the animatronics. But also invited are some select humans.

-There's Gregory, granted he actually lives in the Pizzaplex in an apartment for him and Freddy who's his adoptive father. (Courtesy of Seraphims hacking and creating fake identities.)

-Vanessa is there and actually enjoys where she works nowadays, let alone how she has grown to care about this crazy group.

-Cassie of course attends, much to the delight of Roxanne.

-Cassie's dad is also there and while he's still a little weirded out by the fact that the animatronics are sentient (Let alone how he's the only human aware of how Seraphim Eclipse is technically the owner and boss of the place) he is just happy to see his daughter having such a good time.

-Twila, Cassie's aunt is also invited. As she is very close with the Angelic family, as well as delivering something that Seraphim Eclipse commissioned of her... That... And bringing a special gift for Arc Bloodmoon.

-For Bloodmoon, she gives him a silver medal on a durable chain. The medal bares the depiction of Archangel Michael. As not only is Arc Bloodmoon modeled after an Archangel, but also given how Bloodmoon loves the DOOM games so much... She thought it would be appropriate if she gave him a medal of 'The Original Doomguy'

-He frickin loves it. While he doesn't wear it around his neck, he loops it around the upper part of his left arm. Where it stays permanently.

-As they are talking, Cherubim Lunar flys overhead holding mistletoe and yelling "Will you two KISS already?!"

-Unfortunately Bloody got extremely skittish and walked away before anything... As he's still coming to terms with his ever-increasing feelings towards Twila. As he's not dumb and realizes exactly how having feelings for a human just... isn't a good idea.

-Twila feels very awkward... Genuinely not sure how she should be feeling about this. Especially because she's trying very hard NOT to have feelings about... Whatever...

-Cassies Dad, Twila's brother, is oblivious to this entire thing. 😅

-Another individual who is invited to attend is the good friend of the Angelic family, Forkface/Frank. Seraphim Eclipse is happy to see that Frank arrived as he has a Christmas gift for him.

-The item that Twila delivered was ordered by Seraphim Eclipse. A pair of custom daggers, specifically modeled after 'Rikku's Thief's Daggers' from Final Fantasy. Only made in a blue and silver coloration. Seraphim presents these gifts to Frank along with one other thing...

-He asks if Frank would like to move into the Seraphim universe permanently... As he's aware how Forkface isn't always appreciated in his own universe. Seraphim Eclipse also deeply worries about Frank getting hurt or worse... (Hence his gift of weaponry) He offers him a new home where he will be loved and appreciated.

-Frank doesn't accept, but he doesn't exactly decline either... Only indicates he will think about it.

-But he is extremely grateful for the offer and to know that he has such good friends here and he gives Seraphim a very tight hug. Wordlessly conveying this fact to his six-winged friend.

-Throughout the party there are multiple large monitors set up. The only purpose being that it allows MXES and Solar Flare to interact with the party as much as possible.

-Cassie has definitely tried to apologize to MXES over the whole Mimic thing... However the digital rabbit is still carrying a grudge.

-Solar Flare has pointed out that he's gradually getting less angry at her... Maybe someday he'll let the grudge go. But it will probably not be for a long time...

-Still, the one person who genuinely isn't happy about the Christmas party... Or about the holidays at all, is Canon Eclipse. He was given plenty of opportunities to NOT be an asshole and try to enjoy the activities. He was invited to the party... But all he did was stare and glower at everyone and everything.

-Watching Arc Bloodmoon interact with Twila got him to roll his eyes and mutter "Wonder how he's going to kill her..." he was then swatted with a broom by Cherubim Lunar.

-He watched Solar Flare interact with some of the other guests and... It absolutely infuriated him that his frickin creation was, in his own way, enjoying the party and having a good time with actual FRIENDS. He went to storm away from the scene, only he failed to notice he'd gotten his leg tangled in some lights and he sent the monitors crashing to the floor... So MXES and Solar Flare could no longer enjoy the party.

-Everyone stared; honestly Bloodmoon was ready to bounce Canon Eclipse out of the party. Thinking it was intentional... However Seraphim countered that due to his collar, he couldn't delibrately break things... In spite of this Canon Eclipse felt even more out of place and just left the party to return to his room.

-To his surprise, on his bed was a present wrapped in orange paper and decorated with a black bow. There was a card, baring Seraphim Eclipse's logo on it that read 'Merry Christmas, whether you like it or not asshole.' More curious than annoyed, Eclipse opened the box...

-It was a custom tailored Aviator Jacket. It was literally made just for him... Made to be everything he would like. There was also a 3D puzzle of a human skull in the box, most likely from Cherubim Lunar.

-Eclipse wants to hate it. He wants to burn the stupid jacket and throw the ashes in Seraphims face... But he doesn't... He just quietly puts it back in the box and puts it underneath his bed and then starts working on the 3D puzzle.

-He's even more conflicted about his situation now than he was before...

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redbleedingrose · 3 months

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Girl Dad!Eris x Reader and The Henna Chronicles

+ a mood board

A/N: No one asked for this, but you are getting it anyway!

okay lemme tell you, Eris is obsessed with mendhi. He grew up seeing his mother wearing henna all the time, and he loves the intricate designs that one can use to express their emotions and their souls.

Beron firmly was against Eris pursuing artistic expression, and so Eris never really got to try putting henna on others until you.

He cannot get enough of the way you look while wearing mendhi. Your wedding night henna is still ingrained in his mind, the way it extended from your fingers all the way up to your forearms with autumn leave print, vines, and different flowers, to the way the henna on your feet extended from your toes up to your knees.

They almost look like fae tattoos, but Eris gets anxious at the thought of you having those. It is not that he doesn't trust you, he trusts your judgement completely. But he sure does not trust others to hold up to their end of the deal, and thus Eris doesn't ever give you any reasons to make promises to others.

The only three indigo ink tattoos you have from promises made are from when you bound your soul with Eris at your mating ceremony, accepting him as your mate, promising to love and cherish him for the rest of your shared lives, and the the promises that you made to each of your babes, Marwa and Twila. A promise to love and protect them with your entire being, to attempt to be the best mother for them, to provide a home that is engulfed with joy and laughter.

Anyway, Eris here, is a little artist. Male knows exactly how to hold a henna cone, and how to use the right amount of pressure to make the designs that he has in his head. You are his first model, and he uses henna to create designs all over you. There is something about you being a piece of art to him, and then having part of his own creativity temporarily etched into your skin that has him on his knees nearly every night for you.

Ugh, and when the babes are born????

He starts to do little designs on them as well. Their little chubby hands always have some sort of design on them, and when they fall asleep in your arms, he will attempt to do designs on their small tubby feet. He might have to ignore you glaring at him because you are terrified the babes will wake from his minstrations, but they never do. Maybe its the fact that they feel completely safe in the presence of their mama and papa, or maybe its the fact that Er can use just enough pressure to get the henna onto their skin, but not enough to tickle their feet.

As the babes grow older, the love waking up to the designs their papa has created for them, often climbing into each others beds before coming to your room to babble about comparisins in the designs they have on their little feetsies and hands. They love to "ooo" and "aah" at each other, and ugh.

On a side note, Marwa and Twila are literal besties. The way they talk to each other, so soft and gentle, kind and sweet, is the most adorable thing. Even when they were infants, they would babble at each other like they completely understood what the other was saying. They would be having full conversations with themselves in baby talk. You and Er would turn it into a game, trying to guess what the 7 month old girls could possibly have to be ranting about at their little age.

Anyway, here are some of the designs that Eris has created on you and your babes. They are so cute and sweet. And I just love girl dad!Eris.

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6 | One Of My Favorites

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Harry tell your owl to shut it. She'll get Twila going again." I say from my side of the room. Luckily for us Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia let us have Dudley second bedroom. We didn't mind sharing a room since at school we have our own dorms away from each other.

"Harry Potter!" Uncle Vernon yells for him.

"Now you've done it." Harry groans at Hedwig.

"Just say what he wants to hear." I tell him as he leaves the room.

After a few seconds my name is being called making me groan. "Yes, sir?" I fake a smile.

"Now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we? Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be...?" He waits for an answer.

"In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home." She answers.

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley answers so all three walk clasper to Harry and me glaring at us.

"We'll be in our bedroom making no noise and pretending that we don't exist." We say together then leave.

When Harry opens the our doors we see an elf jumping on his bed. "Harry and Hazel Potter... such an honor it is." He tells us and Harry shuts the door.

"Who are you?" Harry asks.

"Dobby, sir. Dobby the house elf." He smiles.

"Not to be rude or anything but this isn't a great time for us to have an house elf in my bedroom." I tell him in a nice way.

"Yes, ma'am, Dobby understands. It's just that Dobby has come to tell you both... It is difficult. Dobby wonders where to begin." Dobby tells us.

"Why don't you sit down?" I smile at him.

"S-sit down? Sit down?" Dobby starts to sobbing confusing us.

"Dobby, shush. She's sorry." Harry tries to calm him down.

"I didn't mean to offend you or anything." I tell him.

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness. But never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard...like an equal." He says making me feel bad for him.

"You can't have met many decent wizards, then." Harry tells him and he said no.

"That was an awful thing to say." He says before starting to banging his head on the dressed. We try to tell him to stop but he won't.

"Dobby, please." He finally stops then explains that he had to punish himself because he talked bad about his family he serves. Dobby then tells us he's trying to protect us by saying we can't go back to school.

Once again Dobby starts to make noise again after saying he has said too much and can't tell us anymore. Harry grabs Dobby and shoves him in the closet as Uncle Vernon comes in. "What the devil are you two doing up here?" He whispers shouts at us.

"I was just..." Harry stutters while uncle Vernon tells us not one more sound before leaving.

Harry tries to explain to Dobby that we have to get out of her because it's terrible here. "Friends that don't even write to Harry and Hazel Potter." Dobby says making Harry answer I caught in about how does he know that.

Dobby holds the letter close to him and as Harry goes to get them Dobby runs out of the room. "Dobby! No!" We chase after him.

We all come to stop as we all look at the cake. Dobby snaps his fingers making the cake levitate and move. "Dobby...please, no." We say his name but he tells us we must say we won't go back to school but of course we don't say it.

"Harry, you'll make it worse." I say as he goes after the cake. "Dobby, stop this, please." I beg him but he snaps his fingers making the cake fall onto of the woman's head. Dobby snaps his fingers again and disappears. Of course Harry and I hear it after the guest leave and the next day Uncle Vernon puts bars on the window.

While we were trying to sleep we wake up hearing a car noise. "What is that?" Harry and I look out the window to see a car.

"Hi twins." Ron tells us.

"Ron, Fred, George." I smile.

"What are you all doing here?" Harry asks them.

"Rescuing you guys, of course. Now, come on. Get your trunks." Ron tells us so we quickly get ready to go.

They pull rip the bars off the window and I tell Harry we need to hurry. "Potter!" Uncle Vernon yells at us.

"Go, go." Harry lets me go first.

"Come on, Harry!" I shout at him.

"I got you Harry." Ron holds onto Harry while Uncle Vernon has Harry's leg.

"Drive!" I shout and we drive away making Uncle Vernon fall out the window making me laugh.

"By the way Harry, Hazel, happy birthday." Ron tells us.

"Thank you."

It was daylight when we made it to the Weasley's house and we had to be quiet going in. I actually loved their house, "It's not much, it's home." Ron tells us.

"I like it." I give him a smile.

"Where have you been?" Their mom pops up.

"Harry, Hazel, how wonderful to see you, dears." She smiles at us then goes off on her sons.

She tells us it's time for breakfast so we all sit at the table. "It's funny how Hazel could pass for a Weasley with her hair." Fred laughs.

"Until you remember she's a Slytherin." George adds.

"Yeah, well she's the only Slytherin I will ever like." Ron adds giving me a small smile.

"I will gladly keep that title, Ron. So George... You don't care for me?" I mess with him and he gets defensive.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way! You are a wonderful person!" He starts to ramble.

"She's only a Slytherin because she's lacks courage." Harry laughs at me.

"Shut it!"

While we start to eat Ginny rushes in then gets embarrassed seeing Harry so she runs away. Mr. Weasley joins us right after and looks at Harry, "And who are you?" He asks so Harry introduces himself.

"Oh, and when did Ron get a twin sister?" He laughs.

"I'm Hazel Potter." I introduce myself to him.

"Wow both Potters in my house. Ron's told us all about you both, of course." He starts to eat then asks about when we got here so Molly brings up the flying car making Arthur amused.

The post shows up and Percy gives Harry and me our letters. "There's only one place we're going to get all of this... Diagon Alley." Molly tells us so we all get dressed to go get our supplies.

Ron goes first using the Floo powder to show us how it is done. "Cool. I wanna go first." I go into the fireplace and put my hand out to get my Floo powder.

"Don't forget to speak very, very clearly." She tells me.

"Diagon Alley." I say then pop out falling to the floor in front of Ron.

"You okay, Hazel?" He helps me up.

"That was cool. Oh, thanks for asking. I'm okay." I laugh getting up dusting myself off.

Soon all the the Weasley come through and tell us Harry didn't say Diagon Alley right so it might take him awhile to show up. First we go to the book shop to get the books we need for this school year. Ends up Molly was excited to see Mr. Lockhart along with many other ladies waits to see him.

"Mum, fancies him." Ron tells Harry so Molly hits his chest.

"I don't get it... He's not that good looking." I whisper to Ron.

"Finally a female who's says that. You keep climbing your way to the top of my favorite people." Ron gives me a hug making me giggle.

Lockhart ends up see Harry making him get pulled over to him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me..." Everyone claps making Ron and me make a face looking at each other.

"He's very full of himself." I lean closer to Ron.

"You are my favorite Potter now." Ron puts an arm around my shoulder.

"You've always been my favorite Weasley." I put an arm around his waist as we continue to listen to Lockhart.

I get bored looking around and up to see Draco looking down at the crowd. He sees me and gives me a disgusting look because how I was with Ron. When Harry comes back Molly tells us to go wait outside so we all head out.

"Bet you loved that didn't you Potter. Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." Draco walks up to us.

"Leave him alone." Ginny steps to up.

"Oh look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend." Draco gets cut off by a man coming up to him and I guess it was his father.

"Mr. Potter... And Miss Potter." His father looks at Harry then at me since I was between him and Ron. "Lucius Malfoy." He introduces himself to us and then pulls Harry close to look at his scar.

"Your scar is legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." He tells Harry.

"Voldemort killed our parents. He was nothing more than a murderer." I speak up making him look at me.

"You must be very brave to mention his name, or very foolish." He eyes me.

"Fear is a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione tells him.

He says he's hear all about her and her Muggle parents because of Draco. Then turns to Ron calling out the the signs that show he's a Weasley. Arthur comes up and Lucius basically talks crap about how they are poor.

"Associating with Muggles... And I thought your family could sink no lower." I glare at him as he leaves.

"See you at school." Draco glares at Harry.

"And I'm associated with them because I'm a dumb Slytherin." I roll my eyes.

"You are nothing like them, Hazel." Harry rubs my back.

"Listen, Hazel." Arthur looks down at me. "Yes, most Wizards and Witches in Slytherin are bad and go bad... but that is only because they chose to be that way. You choose your own path whether you wanna be good or bad. You can use your traits in a good way. Do you understand?" He asks and I nod my head. "Good, girl." He rubs my shoulder before we all leave to get school supplies.

When it was time to get to the train we were running a little late so we had to hurry or we would miss the train. Everyone makes it through except Harry, Ron, and me. We run to the wall but we hit it running over each other.

"What the?" I groan getting up with the boys.

"Why can't we get through?" Harry whispers.

"I don't know. The Gateway has sealed itself for some reason." Ron slaps the wall and the clock shows that we missed the train. "If we can't get through, maybe Mum and Dad can't get back." Ron thinks.

"Maybe we should just go and wait by the car." I suggest but Ron had a different idea.

"Ron, I should tell you most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car." Harry tells Ron as we fly so he presses a button to make the car invisible.

"I don't think driving on the tracks is a smart idea. It could be behind us for all we know." I tell Ron as we hear the horn.

"We must be getting close." Ron says and I look back.

"Ron!" I yell then they scream. "Turn Ron!" I scream at him and we twirl around nonstop and Harry falls out holding onto the car door.

"Harry!" We yell.

Ron and I reach for Harry and successful pull Harry back in. "I think we found the train." Harry sighs.

"Yeah." Ron nods his head.

"No, really?" I sigh in the back. "Next time, listen to me Ron." I lean forward.

"Will do." He agrees.

"Also wear your damn seatbelt." I hit Harry. "What if you fell, fell." I keep hitting him.

"I would have died." I stop then hit him more as we follow the train to school.

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