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ei-banana · 4 months

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Pairing: Elise/Lebkuchen (sfw)

Word count: 818

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“Have you ever tasted pure moonlight, Elise?” Lebkuchen asked one night by the bell tower’s railing, wisps of honeyed brown falling wild and free from the cover of her habit.

She bent low to toy with the breeze, daring to raise her feet off the ground before Elise thought to speak.

“Moonlight?” Elise’s question was rough, broken up by the extol that she stymied—Lebkuchen was beautiful this far away from the congregation, carefree and spry, flirtatious like something wicked compelled her. The notion left Elise blustering. “Of course I haven’t, have you?”

“Not yet,” Lebkuchen said, dropping her feet back to the floor, “but I think I’d like to.” Her heeled shoes clacked along the stone, a minor discordance within the calm, though her eyes held a mote of reprieve.

Elise shuffled forward, a mere two steps, just enough to grasp at Lebkuchen’s rosary, fingers wrapping around its lacquered cross. “Have you been sleeping alright?”

“Certainly.”

“You’re talking nonsense.” Elise tugged lightly, hoping to see that beaded chain snap.

“Am I not permitted to call upon the beauty of St. Walpurga’s gifts?” There was an air of jocularity about her, the smallest twitch of her lips the only, minute tell. It was plain as day to Elise—one did not fritter away their youth at Lebkuchen’s side without learning her knack for arbitrary bouts of wit—and her eyes fixed upon that drawling simper. “Pontification is my calling after all.”

For once, there was no retort primed and waiting at the tip of Elise’s tongue, only silence, the flustered sort. The maddening, dizzying, flustered sort.

Where moonlight peppered through the thready stratus, there was a brief refraction; light once pale now tinged golden with the town’s street lamp glow, the residual beams mottling Lebkuchen’s rounded cheeks until she looked carved from marble. There was a cluster above the bow of her upper lip, too—a most glaring distraction.

“—do you want to?”

Elise straightened at her words, face red as a beet. She’d missed the front end of Lebkuchen’s question, her subsequent brow raise denoting humor and impatience both. “What… what was that?”

“I’d be more than happy to grant you your first taste.”

“My first taste…” Elise had meant the utterance as a question, though it fell breathy from her lips, the flutter of Lebkuchen’s lashes allusive enough for her to teeter where she stood.

Life was a silly little song—Elise pondered with an overeager nod—the direction that their night had swiftly gone most capricious indeed. Though she found no need to complain, all wariness from the day sputtering to inconsequence when she tugged at the rosary again, incessant until their lips crushed together.

It was sloppy, the way they danced—Elise’s fervid want for something brighter, something sweeter leaving her a covetous mess, pressing Lebkuchen’s back into the railing until she winced at the sudden torque. Elise pulled away, sheepish, an apology lodged in her throat.

“How was that?” Lebkuchen beat her to it, eyes still closed like she existed elsewhere for a time.

“I don’t know.” Elise could hardly hear herself speak; her awe was but fodder for the wind’s rolling tumble. “I think I need a little more.”

A little more time away; a little more freedom, somewhere the two of them could lay. The fire in her chest blared brightly, it always had, but Lebkuchen tamed its virulent flicker with the press of her sturdy hands.

She cupped Elise’s cheeks, yanking her forward, twisting her fingers in her hair as she pried open the seam of her lips. Elise’s following gasp was lost, fluttering somewhere behind the latch of Lebkuchen’s teeth, swapped quickly for a low and heady hum. A fair trade if ever there was one.

Elise was lost, beguiled by the taste of Lebkuchen’s luster—sweet like the grape preserves she’d shared over lunch. She was insatiable, tracing her fingers over the cut of Lebkuchen’s collarbones, the slope of her neck, nipping at her bottom lip just as she tore the habit free from Lebkuchen’s head.

She gasped, and the slip of cerulean silk fell—dainty like a leaf on the breeze, twisting and twirling about until it landed amidst the fountain’s even ripple.

“Elise!” Lebkuchen admonished with no hint of sincerity, swiping the hair from her eyes now that the thick of it was left unbound. “You're taking the fall for it if Father Hans finds me wet-headed and ravaged come morning.”

At that, Elise’s smile of pride dropped the barest inch. “You wouldn’t be so cruel, Leb…” Lebkuchen pursed her lips. “You wouldn’t.”

Her tacit plea only wrought a stifled chuckle, the sound devolving into laughter as rich as the luring promise of Elise’s dreams; as brilliant as the moon and stars and yonder city lights combined. Elise conceded with a moony sigh, only watching for a moment before seeking to swallow the very sound.

Moonlight dappled, and the woods did not call so loudly.

#drabble #Elise x Lebkuchen #elise lgts #lebkuchen lgts #little goody two shoes #this is for the Lebkuchen girlies out there

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swiftiebookwormlogastellus · 8 months

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ATYD Characters As Stuff My Friends Have Said:

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Sirius: Is it Arthritis when your heart clenches?

James: I’m pretty sure that’s love

Remus: No, that’s a heart attack

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McGonagall, about the Marauders: I wanted to say no but they didn’t give me enough time

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Lily, during potions: BOILING WATER WILL NOT CATCH FIRE

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Remus, when asked about money: I have 1.90 plus a paper clip

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James: Keep my dog’s name out of your barking mouth. Woof.

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Peter: Is lactose intolerance ice cream phobic?

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Lily: Pregnancy is not a birth defect, Sirius.

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James, when asked about quidditch: Hustle. Slay. Repeat.

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Grant, concerned: Remus is like thank u, next to my next life

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Regulus: History is one big meme and we’re all fools in it

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*texting*

Regulus: Who’s drowning Debbie?

Regulus: wait

Regulus: that says downer

Regulus: nvm

Voldemort: I mean if someone’s drowning it’s gonna be you

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Sirius: You’re gonna be proud of me.

Regulus: Doubtful, but go on.

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*while doing a presentation*

Remus, just before a full moon: Lily, if you see anyone talking, throw your shoe at them.

Sirius, from the back: You sound like my mom

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Sirius: *rapid French*

Peter: Si?

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Sirius: I will sue my bloodline

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Remus: I met 5 people today. I hated this experience. I’m an introvert.

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Walpurga: What are you gonna sue me with?

Sirius: ….A lawyer.

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Snape: It’s not racially motivated if you hate everyone equally

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Peter: I’m attracted to cheese

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Remus: I traded intellect for chocolate.

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Chris: 10/10. I’m recommending it to the person who recommended it to me.

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Grant, about Sirius: And that, my friends, is what we call materialistic.

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Sirius, during PoA: This is animal abuse at it’s finest! *kicks rat*

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Sirius to Professor McGonagall : Have you tried hop on?

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Remus, holding up a scrabble tile: Stop giving me D!

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About Fenrir: His favourite food is gay people.

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Sirius, when trying to become an animagus: I have a condition in my hair where my mouth won’t move.

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Lily, trying to explain muggle technology: Do you know what a gigabyte is?

James, completely lost: Gigachad?

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Mary and James about English cuisine: Isn’t it ironic how you colonized places and started wars over spices but still have the blandest food ever?

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Sirius: *kicks snow at James*

Remus, narrating: As you can see, the Cold War has begun

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Sirius, drunk: J’ai no stupid

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James: What does KFC stand for?

Sirius, to the tune of California Girls: KaliFornia Curls

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Remus: *starts beatboxing*

Peter: *starts dancing*

Sirius: *raps about peppa pig*

James: BUM BADA DA DA BADADADA DA DA

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Snape: Pigeons are fat and ugly.

Sirius: Look who’s talking

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Walpurga: You can punt kids without legal repercussions.

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Sirius: I’m gonna do what the Canadians did to the First Nations. *stabs someone with an exacto knife a wand*

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Sirius: Applying cell theory to my hair to dye it…

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Marlene, after meeting James' mom: GUYS I JUST MET A MILF

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Dorcas: Lucrative! That's a big word for...

Barty: Elmo?

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James: A PUNK ROCK DRUMMER AND HE'S SIX FOOT-

Sirius: *tackles James*

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Pandora, about Barty: Evan! Talk some sense into this British goblin!

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Sirius to Snape: I will drain your spinal fluid and shove it up your butt.

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blackstarregulus79 · 10 months

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run away

when Sirius ran away regulus was heart broken and alone.

everyday regulus was forced to see sirius's burned part on the tapestry just across from andramadas another blood traitor in the black family. regulus new his fate was sealed when sirius ran but regulus would never try and stop him. regulus wanted sirius to get out of there family and live his life for the both of them. regulus knew that waulperga and orion would never let regulus out of there sight after sirius left. they were not going to loose another heir.

regulus new that when sirius left that meant the fate of a black heir fell to him. he new he would become a death eater he new that he would have to marry a girl from there family. he new he would have to silently hate his life falling into that tragic black line of miserable people being pushed by evil more powerful ones.

little did reulus's family know that every day he would walk past sirius's room stop for a moment and he would swear he heard sirius pacing through his room but when regulus opened the door he would see an empty trashed room with no life left in it. no sirius left in it.

the night sirius ran waulpurrga went crazy in there. the ripped posters off walls and tried to remove pictures from the walls, threw contents of trunks every ware, and she also broke the mirror on the wall. regulus hated it but no one had the heart or motivation to restore the room to its former glory until one day when regulus walked by the room after coming back from a family party when he walked past sirius's room stopped went in and looked at the trashed room and decided to clean it.

not clean exactly but restore it so regulus took out his wand but then decided that using magic too impersonal. so he picked up old broken toys letters placed permeant sticking charms on the pictures and posters so that his mother could never rip them down again until the room looked like sirius had never left. just like regulus hoped he had.

then a day or two later walpurga was walking by and she noticed Sirius's door open and when she went in and the room looked good as new, she new regulus did it and she was pissed to say the least but for a moment she was hopeful that her rebellious Gryffindor oldest son was back. because if he came back maybe she could fix him make him care about his family serve the dark lord with pride maybe even drop his gryfindoor freinds. but she new sirius was gone and she never had him in the first place.

waulpurga decided to live her life like sirius had never excised. wulpurga was determined to make regulus into the perfect heir that sirius never was. you see she was trying to make up for her past failure with sirius.

wulpurga told orion about the room and she told him to punish regulus but he just went to regulus's room to find him reading a wizarding book of poetry and just told regulus he missed sirius to no matter how much of a pain he was but its best thats he's gone and that they needed to move on like sirius was never here. regulus did not like this he did not like that every one he knew decided to act like sirius never excised. regulus could act like sirius was never here on the surface but deep down sirius had left far to much of an impression.

every day on holidays when he wasn't at school regulus would stop by sirius's room and relish in the memory's of him and his brother. just the good ones like when they were little before Hogwarts and the marauders when it was just them they would play duel with stick's and play hide and seek with kreacher while there parents did what ever they did.

one day over holiday regulus found a stuffed wolf with a tag that read from moons. regulus knew that moons was short for moony which was remus lupin one of sirius's freinds nicknames. regulus knew that he would regret it but he took it back to school with him.

regulus had guessed at remus and sirius's relationship a long time ago they were closer then friends he thought that sirius would want the stuffed wolf gift from his boyfriend back.

so the night that they got back regulus went to gryfindoor tower and asked the fat lady to get sirius. she did.

when sirius heard that regulus wanted him outside the portrait hole he was both confused, exited, and scared. did something happen? was he okay? am i okay? want did he want? he slowly got up his recent boyfriend remus offering to go with him but sirius refusing. he wanted to handle it on his own

he saw his brother looking tired more tired then usual. sirius noticed regulus had his messenger bag around his shoulder looking awqward and uncomfortable.

"you okay?" he asked

"i'm fine, here." regulus said opening the bag and giving sirius the stuffed wolf. sirius had regretted leaving it behind at grimuld place. remus gave it to him on there first date just before sirius left.

"how?-why?"

"just say hi to you boyfriend for me." regulus said as he turned to leave but sirius grabbed his arm and pleaded "dont tell anyone" regulus looked away not making eye contact "depends... dose he make you happy?"

"um-yes very"

"then no i wont tell anyone." his little brother let out a deep sigh "have a good life sirius." regulus then said genuinely as he left sirius.

regulus never did tell anyone about remus and sirius regulus would still stop by sirius's room on holidays missing the old sirius but he was so happy that sirius got the life he wanted and he was happy sirius was living it for the both of them. because regulus would never get that life but sirius did and that was enough.

#jegulus #regulus black #marauders #regulus arcturus black #starchaser #black brothers #noble house of black #sirius and regulus #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #marauders era

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strezzlecki · 5 months

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✏️START OF THE WEEK SNIPPET ✏️

just like @divinerapturee I’ve been doing a lot more thinking about my wips than actually writing, but I have just recently revisited a little something I’m working on for @prongsfootbingo !!! so here is a very early snippet from some slytherin Sirius / gryffindor James (a challenging attempt at “canon” fic)

Walpurga’s fingernail brushes against the back of Sirius’ bare neck, too light to break skin, but enough to raise goosebumps, the sharp point brushing against the soft skin. Sirius flinches away from the contact, shrugging her shoulders up to shield herself.

“Stop that!” Walpurga pushes her shoulders down with her free hand, pulling Sirius’ head higher with the firstful of hair she’s got in her other hand. “Sit still, if you want any chance of making the train-”

The train is not just any train, but the Hogwarts Express, but she’s not going to correct her mother. The reminder is more than enough to freeze Sirius in place, as still as a statue on the velvet stool, for the whole agonising process of her mother braiding her hair. She doesn’t even make a sound when she accidentally pushes the hair pins with too much force, stabbing the tender spot at the back of her neck. Blinking through tears, she smiles thinly at her reflection, meeting her mother’s eyes over her shoulder.

“It looks so pretty, Mummy.” She tells her, patting lightly at the crown of braids Walpurga had been working on for what felt like the whole week, but was really only about thirty minutes, judging by the little clock sitting on the vanity. Truthfully, the whole look feels centuries outdated, but Sirius hadn’t really seen another witch her age that she wasn’t related to, so she is certainly no expert. “I look just like you.” She’s laying it on thick, she knows it, but she really wants to catch the train.

Regulus snorts, too late to muffle the sound in his closed fist, and Sirius rewards him with a scowl. Now she’s a spitting image of her mother.

tagging all the mutuals if you have anything to share 💕

#prongsfoot #my writing #tagged #this whole thing is written in my head and it’s GREAT trust me

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philosophicalparadox · 1 year

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It’s me again,

So I actually will celebrate Walpurgisnacht at the Blocksberg this year. Needless to say, I won’t go naked (like witches do) but as a modernized, female version of Mephistopheles from Faust. Corset etc will hopefully arrive soon.

Do you think Mephisto actually celebrates it even though he is an outcast among demons? In Faust, Mephistopheles is the Master of witches. Does it apply to the AnE universe too?

Oh you bet he does!

Its a big ass party filled with horny, weird, crazy humans (and demons/elves/witches, supposedly) Why, the party couldn't start without him! Or if it did, he'd be deeply offended lol.

What's more, Walpurgisnacht would be just the sort of party he would crash in Ye Olden Times given that it started as a Christian, holy festival to repel witches. Go back a bit and you get Beltane, the party he'd really like to be a part of, a coinciding Wicca festival dedicated to the appeasement of Fair Folk by, basically, conjuring a protective fire spirit Myodha style, actually. (Who knows, maybe Ucchusma? Even Karura?). There was a bunch of other stuff done in the name of appeasing the spirits/gods, and in particular a god and goddess of special interest to Samael:

If you go back far enough, Walpurgisnacht began as Beltane, which began originally as the veneration of the healing god Belenus and fertility goddess Belisama...

...which are the Celtic names of Apollo and Artemis, respectively.

Now Apollo is almost certainly kin of Lucifer, and Artemis is likely to be kin of Shemihaza - though personally I think they're both the hybrid children of the two gods, if such a thing is possible. Their mythos both coincide with that idea, since both twins have healing and nature powers and are the son and daughter of Helios, the sun God.

Either that or they're Nephilim of Lucifer, raised under Shemihazas influence. Or possibly each Nephilim in their own right, that were simply so close in age and intimacy they were regarded as twins or siblings. Who knows if canon will ever tell us. :)

Anyway, would it not be the most funnest thing ever for our pesky demon Lord to crash a party dedicated to his own niece and nephews honor? Lol. Especially as they double as the children of his bitter rival! Talk about having a crazy uncle!

So yes - I think he started crashing that party long ago to spite his brother and it's become a habit for him to just show up there. Enough of one that he's become expected even lol. Even after its conversion into the Christian commemoration of St. Walpurga, a lot of the traditions didn't change form, but they did change reason. What used to be fires to appease and repel bad spirits now were fires to keep witches, demons and the Devil himself at bay.

So even after the banning of Beltane he'd have just that much more reason to go since, Y'know, having the Devil crash the party of a Christian Saint is actually half the reason for the party in the first place - Why wouldn't he show up in exactly the place he wasn't wanted? Especially given all the fuss about keeping him away! 😆 Don't tell me he wouldn't have an absolute blast with that.

As to his connection with witches, I do think he has a special connection with them, as he does with many people's that are classically oppressed in or associated with his name (as the Devil).

Canon doesn't give us a lot of info about witches, only that the mothers of Nephilim are generally regarded as such. However, the guidelines on what constitutes witchcraft by Catholic interpretation actually includes quite a bit of what Exorcists do on the day-to-day, so 🤷. Given that he oversees one of the most active branches in the True Cross order and is the only true Ba'al still active on the Grigori Council, I would certainly, by any stretch of the Catholic meaning of witch, call him a Lord of Witches lol.

Hope that satisfies!

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #mephisto pheles #fan theory #ao no exorcist fan theory

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daydreamingqueen1 · 6 months

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Touché - Wolfstar

happy biiirthdaay to youuu my babyboy sirius <3 you are simply in love with moony

Pairing: Wolfstar (Sirius x Remus)

Warnings: itty bitty bit of angst, sirius realizing he's in love with... I don't even need to say it.

Word count: 1k

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Contrary to popular belief, Sirius can stay still. It is only logical that the tumult of his spirit manifests in the uproar his presence brings to every room. Quietness, au contraire, he does not do often. Not at his own volition at least. But he's capable and even inclined to do it under the right circumstances.

The reward has to be great to get him to make the whirlwind of his being pause and revel in the silence.

He's been caughting himself slipping into it more than usual.

No one points it out, it's him that realizes the perturbation or rather un-perturbation he's experiencing.

There's a common denominator to this state, Sirius recognizes, and that is not a what but a who.

Remus is who.

At first Sirius theorizes that the boy’s calmness might be contagious, thus making him fall into it by mere mirroring. The hypothesis proves itself wrong when sitting next to equally quiet people such as Peter or Dorcas provokes him to be twice as loud in overcompensation.

Okay, so it's not that.

He then tries being silent on his own, just to see if it's possible. The answer comes quickly enough: It is not.

Unless petrified or muzzled, Sirius cannot stand a minute of muted solitude.

The ringing of silence fills his ears and, although it is deafening, it is not the noise that drives him crazy. No, that noise does not come from outside, quite the opposite actually. It is his internal flow of thought that does not let him rest, an infinite narration of insubstantial material.

He used to dread talking to his mother so much. She had a habit of making you feel small with her incessant chastises and snide comments. She could spend hours recounting the biggest decorum trifles that one couldn't care less about, repeating protocol rules over and over again. A list that never seemed to come to an end. The kind of things you listen to because you have no other choice, no matter how affected by the insults or bored of the rules you are.

It turns out that his mother has sneaked into his brain, for is her voice Sirius hears. The difference is that she no longer attacks with only the shames she has of him— that he is used to enduring— but the Walpurga in his head unveils a sharper knife; the anxieties that only he knows about.

Simply put, his head is not a nice place.

Quietude means amplifying the noise that is his mind, hearing it unfiltered by the cacophony of the outside makes his skin crawl.

If the former statement is true then why has he ended up like he is now? Resting perched in a library chair, perfectly placid, at least twice a week for the past months.

Again, Remus being there is the only thing these situations have in common.

It puzzles him. Sirius doesn't like not knowing. The saying is curiosity killed the cat but dogs are just as nosy, with the additional fact of having no sense of self preservation.

His mind zones out in Remus' presence, it turns quiet, not even the static of silence bothers him.

Sirius's eyes wander aimlessly through the boy in front of him with an empty head. He's reading, as usual, but it's not an assigned reading, Sirius can tell because his whole posture is different.

When he reads something for pleasure, as he is now, Remus' hand holds his impossibly heavy chin, resting his arm over the table in the most uncomfortable way possible, limbs and elbows jumbled in such awkward angles that it's surprising how many hours he can spend without moving.

Unconsciously his eyes trace every detail of his face, not to remember them— that is a long time carved in his thalamus for dreaming material— but as a kind of automatic comforting exercise. Counting the amount of scars, their paths, the valleys of features that they set across, everything.

Remus is quiet but he's not boring, his calmness is more of an aura than an actual fact, Sirius knows firsthand just how not calm the boy can get when mad.

Sirius decides to let it slide for now, put a pin on it and move on. He'll just keep enjoying the surprising respite from his mind.

“Creep.”

The mumble words snap him out of his lethargy, “Hmm?”

“I said creep,” a slight smirk forms on the corner of Remus’ lips, gaze not even glancing up from his book, “You're gonna burn a hole through my skull if you keep staring.”

Sirius doesn't have the sense to feel shame, he simply shrugs, “How do you know if you haven't even looked up for an hour?”

The smirk grows almost imperceptibly while long fingers turn a page, “How do you know I haven't looked up in an hour if you weren't staring?”

He huffs amused, “Touché.”

They don't say anything else and Remus goes back to his reading.

Sirius doesn't take his eyes off.

The only sounds are their breathing and the eventual turning of a page.

His mind continues to be quiet.

And then it hits him like a stunning spell.

For Sirius, his own silence is as loud as the ruckus of crashing head-on into a wall.

Oh, no.

Remus. Remus is why. Not something involving Remus. Just Remus.

Remus makes his head quiet.

He makes his heart loud.

The sound of a thick book closing pulls him out of his panicked realization, stopping him abruptly like a fencing foil making contact to the center of his chest.

Remus looks up, sharp hazel eyes colliding directly with his. “Are you ready to talk now, Sirius?”

Sirius gulps.

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headcanon that the black brothers took fencing lessons. GO AHEAD AND TELL ME IM WRONG. SEE? YOU CANT.

this is a bit silly but I just wanted to write sm for his bday.

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#marauders #marauder's era #marauders era #harry potter #wolfstar #sirius orion black #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius being sirius #the marauders #marauders fic #marauders blurb #HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIRIUS #sirius black birthday

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asterialunarr · 2 years

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play family line by conan gray

“He wanted to though.” James looked at Regulus. Hearing his voice, Regulus lifted his head up from the plate and looked at James. Their eyes connected. Confusion was behind Reg’s.

“He wanted to forgive you.”

“Please James,” Regulus begged. “I have enough of my past that upsets me. Please do not bring up what could have beens.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know. I want you to know. He always waited for you to come back.”

“That was his problem, James. He didn’t want to accept me, he didn’t try to know who I was. He wanted me to change. To pretend as if someone who I wasn’t. Just like what our family did. Both Walpurga and Sirius wanted me to be on their side and their side only. They didn’t ask who I wanted to be.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #Sirius Black #Black Brothers #wolfstar #angst #fanfiction #ao3 #marauders #marauders fanfiction #conan gray #family line #a battle undone #Incorrect Harry potter quotes #hogwarts

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solitaire-sol · 9 months

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31: Color

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Sirius lived his life in monochrome, dominated by blacks and grays and silver, like the heirloom jewelry his mother loved more than her sons. At eleven years old, Sirius hadn't expected anything to change.

The first time he met James, it was as a voice coming from somewhere behind an enormous trunk in garishly bright red, held together with brass so highly-polished that it shown, covered in navy-blue stickers declaring allegiance to Puddlemere United. Sirius had blinked reflexively while the trunk's owner had wrestled it into the overhead compartment, his eyes almost smarting at the sudden chromatic assault, and then the other boy had flung himself into the seat opposite Sirius and flashed a blindingly white grin.

“First Year, right?” the boy had said, as if they'd known each other forever, and Sirius could only stare in mild affront and a kind of fascination. “Me too. James Potter.”

Sirius recognized the surname, could almost see his father's arched brow, hear his mother's disdainful sniff. “Blood-traitors,” Walpurga had declared. “Unworthy of their own history. Probably Muggleblooded, somewhere in the line.”

“And tradesmen, no less,” Orion had added, regardless of the fact that he himself was a liberal user of Sleekeazy. “Almost common, Sirius. Not worth knowing, to be sure.”

Sirius had taken his parents at their word, because he had no way of knowing otherwise; but, for the first time, he was sure that his parents were wrong. Granted, James looked like many other wealthy wizard children, his robes expensive and his luggage monogrammed, and certainly his rumpled clothing and flyaway hair bespoke a far less formalized upbringing than Sirius had known. Still, the confidence-bordering-on arrogance with which James carried himself was familiar, and his eyes-- A little brown, a little green, they caught the light that streamed through the compartment's windows and melded into gold, as bright as newly-minted Galleons, and Sirius found that he couldn't look away.

Yes, his parents had to be wrong. There was no way that those eyes belonged to someone common. And if they were wrong about James Potter, what else might they be wrong about?

It's not as if Sirius had made a conscious decision, then, about his future; even as a child, he knew better than to do something so momentous based on anything as trivial as the color of a boy's eyes. Still, when James announced that he wanted to be a Gryffindor, the hues of Sirius' future shifted from green and silver to red and gold. His parents were apoplectic, and maybe Sirius should have cared, but that didn't matter when James clattered up to the Gryffindor table, slid in next to Sirius and threw his red-and-gold scarf around Sirius in celebration. Over the next few years, Sirius almost forgot his parents' house and their world of shadow and shade; because his world was with James, and James lived in vibrant shades of light.

And then, James decided to fall in love, and their many-colored world was dyed a poisonous green.

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #fics by sol

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avawardell · 1 year

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I’ve read so many scenarios online about sirius facing a boggart and the worst fear is always his parents. Sure, he’s terrified of them. But i think his true worst fear is - not him being hurt- but regulus finally facing the brunt of his parents wrath. Sirius has always been petrified of regulus finding out what he has done for him; taking punishments for him, distracting Walpurga for him, using his wrong-doings to redirect her or Orion.

I’ve never read a fanfiction where his worst fear is Regulus getting the dark mark, where Orion finally speaks out instead of silent. Because let’s be honest, Orion never spoke out except one time before Sirius ran away and it was horrendous. Sirius never realised his father had the strength and presumed he just didn’t care. Little did he know Walpurga had a lot of mercy for him in comparison to Orion. Because eventually, Orion had enough and released the most horrendous, disgustingly horrifying wrath onto him. I’m talking imperio, crucio for hours on end, blood inks. His mother would lock him in his room, sure. But, there was nothing worse when he saw his father stand up at the dinner table. Even regulus was sat there, mouth hanging on the floor petrified for what was going to happen to his brother who did tons for him.

I’ve also never read anything where Sirius’ worst fear is himself. Himself -who finally gave in to his mothers beliefs, had the dark mark, with a cruel smirk plastered on his face, in full black clothing. It was also then where the fellow Marauders realised how much he resembled Regulus.

I also need recommendations on fan fiction where sirius attempts to reconnect with regulus. I need angst cause i love angst, i need fluff, i need remus giving sirius advice, i need a fan fiction where sirius and regulus discuss the abuse they went through and unpicked it, trying to get past it.

#marauders #black brothers #sirius black #regulus black #walpurga #orion black #sirius and regulus #fanfiction

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worldenough-and-time · 8 months

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📚ok unfortunately I do need the details of the regulus wedding subplot and the art museum date for the vampire AU, and I am selflessly asking here so that the world can know them too

Omg ok so the Regulus wedding subplot is that Sirius is estranged from her family and hasn’t talked to her parents in years but Reg reached out to her when he turned 18 and they started talking a bit again here and there- anyway Regulus sends her an invitation to his wedding (possibly an arranged marriage situation idk which random Slytherin girl the wife is gonna be, only time will tell).

Anyway Sirius wants to go because it’s her brothers wedding and they’re reconnecting and this is a big step! But going would mean seeing all the rest of her terrible family, so she asks Remus to go with her as emotional support. They are “just friends” at this point but obviously already in love. Of course Sirius buys Remus an amazing outfit to wear to the wedding (I’m thinking like the Fleabag jumpsuit but in a nice mauve color that would compliment Remus’s complexion), and an amazing outfit for herself (red dress that’s a little to sexy to wear to a wedding), and they both show up looking amazing, and Reg is happy to see her and Sirius’s parents random acquaintances are fake nice and it’s all generally tolerable until Walpurga corners Sirius and says something truly heinous to her, like I don’t know what she says exactly but it’s horrible and probably homophonic, too.

Anyway Sirius tells her mother to fuck off and keeps it together enough to not cause a scene at the wedding but she is really upset and leaves the dance floor and starts crying and Remus finds her and is being really sweet and comforting and stuff and then Sirius kisses her and then freaks out because she doesn’t think Remus returns her feelings so she runs back to the hotel and continues to shame spiral until Remus finds her back at the hotel room and-

*Dress by Taylor Swift plays in the background*

The art museum date is just that they go to an art museum together when they’re first becoming friends and it’s really cute.

#vampire au #wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #wolfstar fic #marauders #sapphic wolfstar

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crystalelemental · 5 months

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I'll keep general responses under the cut, just in case.

It's honestly a little funny how much the notes felt like building toward a secret ending, and then just...nothing. Like what? There's an exit to the south of that screen you just can't even use. I thought maybe if I explored everything but ran out of his office instead it would change an ending, like I'd have something to incriminate him and change the outcome, but nope. It's so wild how much that whole situation didn't matter. I also way overprepared for the catacombs. I saved up for a whole bottle of St Walpurga Oil and didn't even need it.

I think the with refusal endings are odd just because of how much went into getting you that far, and that we've proven the marquises can operate in the material world. Like, they sought you out to develop these gifts, and had an invested interest in bringing you to Ozzy, and you can just...leave? Like not even leave that night and just run toward Primaldorf (which was my first inclination for an ending), but go through putting all the offerings up, visit the tree and see the riches, and then just...back out. With no consequence. After all this background discussion about how giving up your resolve will turn you into one of the Golden Girls. And the witch not showing up at all in endings unless you intentionally botch the offerings is...strange. Like is there a reason for that, or...?

I wouldn't know for sure with Hans, but at least in the wish refusal end for Leb, they talk about Hans just...dying at some point, and that he must have just let her drop the nun thing and go travel. Which...sure? I have no problem with that as a conclusion, I'd assume he found his answer about the whole witch situation. Like okay, there was no witch because you don't take your wish and just up and leave and then nothing happens ever again, so...guess St Walpurga is on the level? I guess? I dunno, it isn't even entirely important, I guess.

Like, what is the thematic focus of the game in that sense? I've only played one route so there's stuff missing, but looking at how things end on Leb Route: following the wish route while sacrificing everything is the worst case outcome, messing up the ritual to give power to the witch somehow gets you killed, the church isn't exact stable given they're willing to kill you and have this deep fixation on sin. The only good outcome is...leaving with your lover. Letting go of all of that. Because ultimately, riches and status and comfort? Isn't really what Elise wanted most. Her own words betray that pretty consistently. It's not about fame and fortune. It's about being treated well. Being seen as someone worthwhile, in a way she's often not in town. You're constantly under suspicion for...well, existing. One old dude shouts about a witch, and half the town side-eyes you like "he's got a bit of a point" despite how much you do for them constantly. Choosing the companion who does see you as you are and loves you for it makes sense as the good outcome, because that is your real wish. The witch is a little odd, in that I still can't get a great handle on too much of her existence, but she seems all about the desire to create new life; to conceive a child. Bit of a reach, but all of Elise's romance partners are girls, and Walpurga seems more of a nature witch, so is her focus on bearing life in the womb and having to reject the witch's influence meant to be about like...a compulsory heterosexuality thing? I'm not really sure, but I still have routes to play and have been awake for all of 2 hours since finishing it, so this is not exactly coherent.

The second crow puzzle legitimately almost made me refund the game. Like I was so close to losing it. We do all this bullshit and the boy still goes out of his way to be "No we saw a witch and Elise is lying!" Like, child? I should have let the crows eat you.

The berry grove isn't like...the worst of it by any metric, I think it's just more annoying. I do not like navigation puzzles where the focus is "Everything looks super similar and it's damn near impossible to find anything," and mistakes costing like a third of your HP in a game where it's hard to keep sufficient resources is...not my favorite. It is at least static, I think, so like...small favors.

#reverstellarium

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bythehearts · 1 year

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i am very invested in Remus vs Grimmauld Place ♥ Also I'd marry you with paper rings sounds like a grand time!

Remus Lupin vs Grimmauld Place is a fic that was born very randomly because I shared a headcanon in the asks of @heartofspells and we started building on it back and forth, I started writing it THAT SAME DAY but then kind of left it on the side for a bit, but it’s lined up for completion right after the first chapter of what’s left of us in my ✨finish your shit 2023✨ plan. It’s basically just a fic where the Marauders go to Grimmauld Place one time that Walpurga and Orion are not home, but it’s funny because the house is basically one giant anti-werewolf, anti-half-blood trap (this is the snippet where that specific initial headcanon happens btw):

When Regulus opens the door, he’s staring the three of them down like it’s the first time he’s ever seen another wizard in his life.

“Hey Reg,” James tries with a tentative nod, but Regulus only gives him a very fake, very ironic smile, seemingly carefully considering whether to let them in or not.

Eventually when Sirius appears behind him he seems to finally be brought back to reality, flicking his gaze quickly between Remus and his brother, then he sighs and fixes his eyes on Remus as he announces: “Everything is coated in silver here, try not to touch anything you don’t absolutely have to, and don’t drink any tea, I’m 85% sure Kreacher puts wolfsbane in it just to be safe. Actually, avoid eating or drinking anything you haven’t seen prepared. Also, maybe avoid the portraits. Good luck.”

Then, just like that, Regulus is gone in the other room, hiding his amused smirk from the four Marauders currently too busy panicking to even notice it, because how the fuck does he even know? what do the portraits have to with anything? is there really actual poison for werewolves in the freakin tea??

For “I’d marry you with paper rings” I have ✨nothing✨ but it was more a headcanon/scenario, than an actual fic. Basically, it’s in a Modern AU setting, with Sirius repeatedly singing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift to Remus (bc that’s a wolfstar song and Sirius would, you can’t tell me otherwise) and Remus pretending to be embarrassed by it. Until, Remus decides to propose to Sirius and he does it with that song <3 and then the song comes up at their wedding, and they scream to each other’s faces… and everytime it comes up on the radio… and and and…

#yul answers asks #wip game #fic: remus lupin vs grimmauld place #remus lupin #regulus black #sirius black #sirius x remus

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anunluckyrabbit · 2 years

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Incorrect Qoutes: Something Wicked, ParrotParents, etc.

WNA belongs to @walpurga-nacht-academy

Rosalia: Why are you ignoring Yuri?

Agatha: I'm...playing...hard...to...get.

Rosalia: You're already hard to want.

Marcia: Hey, do you think I can fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Blanche: You're a hazard to society.

June: And a coward. Do twenty!

Marcia: So, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Cassandra: You...you s..should write a l..letter to someone who has a..always been th..there for you!

June: Dear middle finger,

June: thank you so much for always being there for me.

Marcia: How come you've been abnormally nice to me lately?

June: What do you mean?

Marcia: You just seem nicer than usual.

June: I'll punch you in the face if you want.

Agatha: Could...you...guys...at...least...try...to...see...this...from...my...perspective?

June: [crouches down]

Rosa: [kneels down]

Marcia: [sits on the floor]

Agatha:

Agatha: I...hate...all...of...you.

Marcia: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Blanche: How can you still say that?

Marcia: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Vita: I am in need of some advice.

Yuridia: You need some advice from ME?

Vita: Frightening, is it not?

Yuridia: Falling in love with someone means exposing the softest, most fragile parts of yourself to them…and then praying they don't destroy you.

Rosalia:... Are you okay!?

Rosalia: Who hurt you?

Yuridia: Do you want a list?

Rosalia, cracking her knuckles: Yes, I do.

Yuridia: I have met some of the most insufferable people in WNA, but they also met me, so-

[Mason and Martin skipping stones on a lake]

Mason: It's such a beautiful evening.

Martin, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Mason: I don't think we can manipulate, mansplain, or malewife out of this one

Martin: [cocks gun] Manslaughter it is!

Jamil: [sees a group of people doing something stupid]

Jamil: Great seven, what idiots.

Jamil: [realizes it’s Yuridia and Kalim]

Jamil: Wait, those are MY idiots!

Yuridia: Did your license get suspended for driving all me crazy?

Jamil: Are you trying to insult me or flirt with me?

Yuridia: Both if you're feeling adventurous.

Jamil: Yuri...

Yuridia: Oh no, 'Yuri' in b-flat.

Yuridia: You're disappointed.

Jamil: This is a mistake.

Yuridia, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Jamil: But not today.

Yuridia, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess!

Jamil: What are your goals?

Yuridia: To pet all the birds.

Jamil: No, fitness goals.

Yuridia: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the birds.

Yuridia: Do you wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Jamil:

Yuridia: ...Is that...a no?

Jamil: I'm sorry. Were you expecting...a reaction?

Yuridia, wiping a tear from her eye: I love you.

Yuridia: Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you!

Jamil:

Jamil: Yuri, you stole an enchanted broom!

Hanayu: I’m trying to learn from this painful rejection, and what I’ve learned is, never open yourself up to anybody, ever.

Hanayu: I hadn’t planned on going for a run today, but those cops came out of nowhere

Hanayu: I'm just such a horrible horrible person

Ace:

Deuce:

Grimm:

Hanayu: "No Hana, we love you Hana"- Thank you guys so much!

Marisol: Oh hey, you guys are back early!

Yuridia: Moon's haunted.

Marisol: What?

Yuridia: [loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship] Moon's haunted.

Marisol: I want to bury myself alive.

Yuridia: Hey, are you good?

Marisol: No.

Marisol: I wrote cringe fanfics.

Marisol, whispering: My past haunts me.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #wna #something wicked au #Yuridia.#parrotparents #incorrect quotes #Marisol.#Hanayu.

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 2 years

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WNA HALLOWEEN - THE GREAT HIDE & SEEK HUNT!

Did you know that there’s an old legend surrounding the town of Brocken? Apparently a long, long time ago a rich girl was waiting for her beloved to return from his exhibition up the mountain. He claimed that there was gold up there, enough to buy the whole town and finally be worthy of her hand. The girl was beside herself with joy at the prospect - ever since they met, she wanted nothing more than to marry her lover and live happily ever after. Finally, it seemed that her wish would come true.

Unfortunately it was merely a dream. Her beloved went up the mountain but never returned. She waited years and years and years for him, but no matter how much she hoped and prayed she never saw him again. Some claim that the mountain took him. Some say that he ran away to marry another. Others even claimed they saw his ghost wandering around on Halloween looking for his way home. However, the truth remains the same - the lovers were never able to be reunited and the would-have-been bride mourned for him all her life. Dressed in black, she wandered the halls without uttering a single word. Until a tragedy befell her - what sort of tragedy? Well, here it starts to get interesting, my dear. For you see - her body was never actually recovered.

Thus, in this year’s edition of Halloween, the eight dorms of Walpurga Nacht Academy would like to invite you on a little hunt! Go forth and as the faithful lover attempt to reunite with the beloved bride and discover just what tragedy has befallen her in your absence! But make sure to make haste and be cautious, for the halls of this mansion are crawling with ferocious imps ready to throw you out once they catch sight of you! And if they do, you can never return back!

Of course, you will not be left helpless, for you will be allowed two useful tools: a bell to drive away the imps once you have caught them and a guide to open the door to the chamber where your beloved lies!

Now, the only question that remains: will you make it there in time?

Stay inside the shadows, all you girls and boys/ Don't you make a noise, or I am going to find you~

RULES

In order to participate, the guests must buy a ticket for the event!

The rules of the event are simple! Participants must scour the old mansion for clues as to where the Lost Bride is hiding while making sure to avoid capture by the students dressed up as the imps. In order to make sure the rules are respected, Nisse Tomte are found through every nook and cranny observing the going-ons. Once they discover that a student was caught by the imps they throw them out of the mansion as they have been compromised.

The game lasts from dusk until midnight when the chime of the clock indicates that the last ones standing have won the game.

You can either win the game by making sure to avoid detection by the imps until midnight, or by finding the chamber of the Lost Bride.

Once a guest has reached the entrance of the chamber they must wait for the Guide (Yuuki Tsukino) to open the door. Forcing the entry open will result in a disqualification!

Magic is forbidden here! Moreover, so are phones as they will be considered akin to cheating. All caught breaking the rules are disqualified immediately.

Once a guest catches an imp, they attach a little bell to their dress! The imps are still allowed to move after, but it will be easier for guests to navigate the manor after as they will be alerted by the sound.

THE LOST BRIDE

None is more pitiful than the bride who wasted away waiting for her beloved to return - but the manner in which she did so is rather mysterious. None are sure how or when it happened, but suddenly one day she was simply gone. And thus several theories have been born -

THE BRIDE OF ROSES

The students of Rosenhex would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance in the rose garden, where among the bushes and greenery you will find your beloved lying in a grave of roses, the thorns and vines covering her entire body as the last proof of love she will ever give.

Now, awaken your bride!

ROSA: My love- I knew you would come for me at last! Even as the years got harder, I never gave up hope. I closed my ears to the vile rumours they spread about you, and to the doubt that blossomed in my heart as well. I knew that only death could keep you apart from me. So, without any other choice, I’ve decided to let myself be swallowed by the earth as well in hopes of reuniting with you also. It seems my prayers have been answered at last.

THE HANGING BRIDE

The students of Grimmaire would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance in the library, where among the shelves and paintings you will be witness to a gruesome sight - the corpse of your beloved strung up by the noose. Dangling in the air, she makes for horrifying scenery as she opens her eyes, and addresses you full of resentment.

Now, awaken your bride!

BLANCHE: To think that you would dare to set foot here again, you scoundrel. Were the years I have wasted on you not enough? Was my sacrifice in vain after all? I waited for you all this time, hoping you would return and at the end of my life, I realized I wasted it all. What a poor and pitiful soul I must have been, chasing after shadows and false promises at last. But no matter what, at least it seems that you have fared no better than I.

THE BURNING BRIDE

The students of Kriegskald would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth in the courtyard, where you’ll see the bride strung up on a pyre. When you approach closer, the body bursts into flames and is completely disintegrated by the temperature, yet somehow a voice still calls out to you from the carnage.

Now, awaken your bride!

MARCIA: Love - to think you would return to me after all this time. It’s a pity our meeting couldn’t have happened sooner. You see, after you disappeared rumours started going around that I bewitched you and sent you in search of gold. They claimed I was a temptress set out to destroy the town and the only way to protect themselves was to punish me for my sins. But that I got to see you here in my last moments should surely speak of my innocence, is that not so?

THE IRON BRIDE

The students of Galdtrea would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth in the basement, where you’ll find a most peculiar chamber. It is filled to the brim with tools and off contraptions, and in the middle, there’s an old Iron Maiden, that reeks of blood and carnage. As you approach it, a voice calls out to you, filled with fury.

Now, awaken your bride!

JUNE: So yer- So you returned? You dare show your face here after you abandoned me? After you decided to up and- to desert me like the lowly scoundrel that you are?! And what have you returned for? To gloat to me about how wealthy and happy your life has become? You bas- You monster! I will make you rue the day you betrayed my- my love!

THE DEMURE BRIDE

The students of Monarchia would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth in the parlour where you’ll find a young woman having tea by the window. She seems frozen in place and mournful, her gaze betrayed the toll the years have had upon her and when she addresses you, she seems almost content. There is no horror that awaits you, you think, until you notice the crib in the corner.

Now, awaken your bride!

DIANA: Love. How odd - I had come to accept my fate of the widow. But now you return. I have waited for you all these years. I had hoped you would come to find me, though I knew that only death could keep you apart. I’m sorry. I wished the three of us could have spent our days together, but in the end…

THE SLEEPING BRIDE

The students of Oraluna would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth in the sleeping chamber where you’ll find a young woman resting among the silk and satin. She looks cold to the touch, like a corpse frozen, but when she opens her eyes, you’re shocked to see the light and warmth in them. She smiles at you and reaches for your hands.

Now, awaken your bride!

CASSANDRA: Um, th-thank you for coming back, my lo-lo-lo-lo-love. I-I have waited for ma-many years, for you to return, um. Even when they said I should lo-lo-lose hope, I never faltered… That is, until, they brought ba-ba-back your watch. The one I had gifted to you when we promised we would we-we-we-we-wed… Um!! Upon seeing such proof, I could lie to myself anymore, and from a broken he-he-heart I have fallen into a deep slumber… I’m so-sorry…

THE BRIDE WHO POISONED

The students of Eliksia would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth into the kitchen where you’ll find a young woman hunched over a cauldron. There is a foul smell emanating from it and as you glance around you notice all sorts of elixirs and potions are strewn around. And are those bones in the corner? No, surely not.

Now, awaken your bride!

AGATHA: Welcome… ehehehehe… I… have… waited… so… long… for… you… my… love… Too… long… to… even… remember… when… I… started… to… turn… out… like… this… They… all… said… that… you… deserted… me… but… that’s… not… true… is… it… ? They… all… just… sought… to… keep… us… apart… that’s… why… I… made… sure… they’ll… pay… for… it… ehehhehehehehehe…

THE ETERNAL BRIDE

The students of Noctasis would like to invite you, brave lover, to advance forth into the old family crypt where the cold will freeze your bones and incite you to all manners of horrors. It seems deserted, only perhaps the corpses and skeletons keeping you company, but as you walk deeper in you soon realize it is not so. A woman stands up suddenly and welcomes you warmly, despite the paleness of her visage which makes your blood curdle. What is she doing here among these corpses and old bones?

Now, awaken your bride!

VITA: My heart~ You have at last returned, just as I knew you would. After all, death is nothing but an obstacle for us who love each other so truly. The years have been long and the wait was painful but as you can see - it did not conquer me at all. Just like, I have become eternal~ So, then, my heart, come, let us join together amidst these bones and all this grime. Is that not what you are here for, after all~

OUTFITS

No hunt is truly complete without a nice outfit, and Walpurga Nacht has made sure to provide only the best for its students and guests alike. The dresses of the brides were sewn together by the Nisse Tomte, as were those of the students playing the imps. The material is black to represent the mourning state she was in until her death, and clothes pertaining to her own wardrobe were chosen as examples.

The Brides.

Art provided by the wonderful @anunluckyrabbit!

The Imps.

Art provided by the wonderful @anunluckyrabbit!

The Hunters.

PRIZES

Participating in the hunt isn't just a good way of spending Halloween night doing something exciting with friends, but also to win the chance to visit the grounds of Walpurga Nacht Academy on your own! Those who manage to outlast the imps during the chase will be rewarded with a few magic items chosen at their discretion, but those who find the chamber of the bride will be awarded a tour of Walpurga Nacht's interior including the main campus, its courtyard and the opportunity to chat with one of the Prefects at their own dorm!

Moreover, all profits made from this event will go towards the upkeep of Brocken's landmarks and monuments!

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fools-of-wna · 3 years

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Happy Birthday! | Dwynwen Philautia

CHAPTER I

Phone Call: Birthday Girl, Dwynwen Philautia

Walpurga Nacht Computer Lab

[Ring, Ring]

Dwynwen: Well, this is unexpected…

Cater: Happy birthday, Dwyn-chan!

Dwynwen: Cay-kun, lovely to hear from you, and thank you.

Cater: Hehe, you didn’t think I’d remember, did you, Dwyn-chan~

Dwynwen: Considering your frequent use of MagiCam I certainly would hope you’d remember, Cay-kun~

Cater: You’re so mean today~ But since it’s your birthday I’ll let it slide!

Dwynwen: I apologise, I don’t have any siblings and my friends are far and few in between, so I couldn’t resist teasing you a little.

Cater: What about your little ghosties and slimes?

Dwynwen: They accompany me often, they’ve been around me since I was a child. My…mother and I live in a rather isolated location, and my interactions with other people were limited, so to me, the little ones are reliable companions.

Cater: Oooh, that’s the first time I’ve heard of it!

Dwynwen: To be fair, no one ever asks…

Miss Vita already seems to disapprove of my friendship with the ghosts, which is quite unfortunate. She is rather powerful and beautiful…

Cater: …Dwyn~? Dwyn-chan? Hello? You still there?

Dwynwen: Ah, apologies, I was lost in my thoughts.

CHAPTER II

Dwynwen: Thank you for the present, you certainly do have an eye for aesthetics.

Cater: Hehe~ I’m glad you like it! Dwyn-chan deserves a fancam with how pretty you are!

Dwynwen: So do you, Cay-kun~ Remind me to return the favour.

Speaking of presents, please thank Trey for his tarts. They were delicious as always.

Cater: He caught me editing your fancam and asked me about it. Poor Trey-kun felt so bad for not knowing when your birthday is.

Dwynwen: It’s quite alright, I’m not used to receiving so many gifts. Ruggie was also kind enough to send me some of his homemade dishes.

Cater: Oho? Do I smell a crush, Dwyn-chan?

Dwynwen: Who knows? But what was I saying? Ah yes, presents.

My gifts in the past were mostly whatever my little friends could pick up in the forest. Flowers, rocks, a few rare items people dropped…

My mother was quite the workaholic, and she couldn’t really bring herself to love me considering she never planned on having a child. We are simply two strangers who live in the same house, so to speak.

Cater: Ah…

Dwynwen: It’s alright, Cay-kun. You all have made my birthday — and life — better.

CHAPTER III

Dwynwen: Perhaps we could meet up for a meal one day. Some spicy noodles for lunch would be nice.

Cater: Oh? Dwyn-chan asking me out on a date? Cay-kun is delighted!

Dwynwen: We both do get along well after all. I’d be glad if I could do your makeup too.

Cater: Dwyn-chan, the makeup master, doing my makeup? I can’t possibly refuse!

Dwynwen: You over-exaggerate. I simply love art, and makeup is a form of art, no?

Cater: You sound a bit like Rook there.

Dwynwen: Ah…that man…

Cater: Is there something wrong, Dwyn-chan?

Dwynwen: He’s…well, sometimes I admit he has a point, but there is something about him that quite gets on my nerves…

He’s rather…how should I put this…distasteful.

Cater: Never thought I’d see the day where Dwyn-chan actually dislikes someone!

Dwynwen: Do not be mistaken, my dear Cay-kun. My tolerance and patience may be abundant, but even I have my limits…

[distant shouting]

Dwynwen: I do think our time is up, sadly. It seems as though someone needs me.

Cater: Alright! MagiCam DMs?

Dwynwen: I don’t see why not. Bye, Cay-kun, thank you~

Cater: Bye Dwyn-chan~ Happy birthday!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #birthday phone call #dwynwen philautia #cater diamond #i’m late but anyways-

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