#eden regulus

[eloise175]

The Twin Terrors

Two out of my five headcanon calliope kids, along with some of their traits and background! And some crumbs on the other siblings as well if you squint. (Special thanks to @kuroneko1815 who heard me out on my rant about them lol)

Callisto was ecstatic when he saw that the twins’ hair color was the same as Penelope’s; he insisted that the eye color complimented their pretty hair color.

Just like their mother, the siblings have a love for expensive things, especially rubies and emeralds, (blame their father, Callisto covered them in emerald jewelry since they were literal babies).

Growing up, Dante will start to resemble his father more and more, while Eden will take after Penelope with looks.

The twins wear ‘coordinated’ earrings. Dante’s earring has a star, that he wears on his left ear, while Eden has a moon earring on her right ear.

The gold earrings were actually Callisto’s and Penelope’s, but when the twins were born, the married couple immediately knew the earrings would suit the children better. It was a toss on who’d get the star, and who the moon, but in the end with Judy’s and Kayden’s help, they settled for the current arrangement.

Turns out the choice suits the twins nicely since Dante is more outgoing, therefore ‘as bright as a star,’ while Eden can be more secluded, which alludes to the different phases of the moon.

They also have ‘complementary’ moles of sorts. The position of the moles actually defined the placement of the earrings, Dante has a mole under his left eye, and Eden has one underneath her right eye.

Dante is the only one out of the two that has always had dimples, however growing up, only the dimple on the left side remained. The dimples come from Callisto and his mother (whom I decided to call Eleanor), whom had dimples on both sides, while Callisto has only one on his left side.

Dante is the oldest of the two, and takes every chance he gets to rub it in Eden’s face, which consequentially gets him whacked on the head.

They show their love by beating each other up, it’s just how they are.

Chaotic middle children.

Walking potty mouths. The ‘no cussing rule’ only worked on Judith and the baby of the family, Rigel. Kayden can and will curse, however he chooses not to, he has more ‘fancy ways’ of insulting people, but Dante and Eden are the foul-mouthed duo of the family. Sometimes Callisto’s crude language pales in comparison to the twins’ appalling choice of words. The only time they don’t curse at all is in front of Penelope, mom is a scary being that should not be angered in any way.

Stick together like glue, where one goes, the other follows.

They will get angry if someone assumes they like the same things, aka the dumb stereotypes that always follow twins.

Once at a party hosted by a noble, someone tried to serve a meal that had a big amount of peppers in it to Dante just because Eden likes peppers; Dante ended up grabbing that servant by the collar of his uniform and threatening him, because he has a strong dislike for raw peppers after he got sick as a child after eating some. The only thing that stopped the servant from getting sucked punched was Judith’s interception of the whole thing.

People refer to them as ‘The Terrors’ because personality wise, they’re basically copy and paste of Callisto’s more brutal tendencies. (Reynold was the one that started referring to them as that, however he means it in a playful and teasing manner, he loves the two gremlins to death).

Literally the karma of shitty people, because despite all of this, the twins only go after the bad and questionable ones.

The two of them aren’t mean, in fact they’re very nice, kind and playful once you get to know them. A good example of the people present on Eden and Dante’s hit list are the ones exactly like Gloria Kellen and her fetch dogs, aka the bullies.

The twins are the equivalent of ‘the hot cheeto girls’ when it comes to defending someone from bullies.

Out of the two, Dante is the more volatile one. He’s the one that picks fights the most out of the five Regulus siblings. The altercations are usually put to rest by Kayden, and when his older brother isn’t there to stop him, Judy will try to placate Dante.

Dante is very irritable when it comes to people he doesn’t like, and won’t hesitate to call someone out on their bs.

He gravitates more towards swordsmanship, and has a collection of all kinds of swords, which are his pride and joy. Some of them he forged himself overtime with the help of his father; you can find any type of sword you can think of in that collection, from normal ones to magical and very powerful ones, to ancient sword relics.

Dante combines magic and swordsmanship, and has this one special attack of ‘flying swords,’ it helps that some of his swords are somewhat sentient thanks to the magic he imbedded into them with Penelope’s help.

Oftentimes he can be found training with Kayden and Callisto, who teaches them everything he knows.

On the other hand, Eden is the more ‘docile’ of the two. People usually would rather deal with Eden than with Dante because they deem her more well-mannered, when in reality they should watch out when it comes to her.

Eden is actually more of a ‘behind the scenes’ kind of girl. Cross her and she’ll dig up any and every information on you in under an hour. Give her 20-40 minutes and she’ll have your entire life’s events at hand.

She’s the blackmail girly, and has her own special ways of making people talk when she needs/wants something, ways that actually don’t include any sort of harm, at least not physical.

Eden is in fact, a telepath, who also makes use of telekinesis. I’m talking about literally eradicating trees and yeeting them at someone if she’s testy enough, all of that without breaking a sweat. She could be sipping tea while controlling random objects to do all the work for her.

All of the Regulus kids have an inkling for music, and each has their own designated instrument. Judith plays the piano; Kayden has his cello; for his brash nature, no one would expect Dante of all people to play the violin, but he does, and he’s pretty much a prodigy when it comes to that; Eden has her beloved harp and lyre; Rigel plays the flute, and later on, he also picks up on how to play the guitar.

Speaking of talents and hobbies, Eden can be found very often in the kitchens trying out some of her recipes. The kitchen staff are some of her favorite people.

The Head Chef is always the first who tries her dishes, (yes he’s the test subject), this man has went through food poisoning because of little Eden’s very dubious deserts, yet he’s still the first who offers to try out her weird concoctions. He’s pleased to see her improvement as she grows, the Head Chef is basically an adoptive uncle at this point.

Judith and Callisto are the ones who get the finished, improved and actually edible result to try out firsthand. They have no idea Eden gave the Head Chef food poisoning a few times, and are giddy with the fact that they are the first to try her dishes, ignorance is bliss after all and Eden couldn’t agree more, she doesn’t have the heart to tell them the truth.

Penelope knows of this and has tried quite a few times to coerce the Head Chef out of his ‘test subject’ occupation, however he insisted on it, and Penelope settled on designating a special doctor for the poor man. However, she does find amusing Callisto’s and Judith’s giddiness whenever they boast about being the first to get to try Eden’s food.

[saneijeijei]

Old headcanon

[faerycross]

james: baaaaabe

regulus: what?

james: there's something tragic about you

regulus: ...

james: something so magic about you

regulus: james-

james: don't you agree?

regulus: james i know you're speaking hozier to me

james: BaAAaaAbe~

[girl-ln-green]

Because I am bored, I present to you:

Marauders as “Take Me Back to Eden” tracks

(With little to no explanation)

Chokehold: Barty Crouch Jr.

The Summoning: Marlene (was between her or Sirius but ultimately the line “no amount of self sought fury can bring back the glory of innocence” in TMBTE just HITS for him in my opinion)

Granite: Remus

Aqua Regia: Lily

Vore: James (I am a firm believer that James Potter would be the BIGGEST metal fan)

Ascensionism: Mary

Are you really okay: Pandora

The Apparition: Dorcas

DYWTYLM: Peter

Rain: Evan (I would say he and Barty could be interchangeable but I feel tempo-wise this way works better)

Take me back to Eden: Sirius (again, “And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence”)

Euclid: Regulus

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Okay that was my nightly thought I will take other opinions if they are respectful!

[geminiiviolets]

I was bored so I made an alignment chart for my ocs (and how they’d write their names!)

(side note, the “girl” and “man” line is more based off vibes than their actual gender, since most of them are non-binary anyways.)

here’s the blank template if anybody wants to do this for their own ocs!

[k-llforme]

Regulus - Handsomely Pretty like an incoming storm and the dark sea, like the dark ink of secret letters in the middle of a New Moon, like an untold promise and tainted daggers;

Dorcas - Gorgeous like prohibited desire and fascinating as a battlefield, like everlasting burning fire, like bloody teeth, sharp tongue and deadly gaze, like destruction in the name of love;

Barty - Attractively hot in a seductive way, like the snake of the sacred garden of Eden, like the temptation of danger or of freedom, like madness and bloodied fingers;

Evan + Pandora - Ethereal Beauty but one more sophisticated and deadly like poison, like a black bleeding rose, the occult, enchanted beings and sharp tools and the other more wild and untamable like savage nature and raw electricity, like cleverness and rage, like true witchcraft and deadly potions.

[dovrt]

Rosekiller one shot

Tw: death

Barty goes to war, he doesn't have the money nor the influence like Evan does to avoid it forever. He has to.

He goes kicking and screaming and fighting the whole way but he has to go.

When they were younger, not yet directly touched by the conflicts between countries , Barty told Evan about his fear, his only fear . Death.

He never understood his father's points about fighting for honror or dying for their country. He was a child and like a child, he was scared of dying. What would come after it? How would hsi loved ones react? What would he leave behind? Why would any higher power take young lives anyway?

Questions plagued him and Evan didnt have the answers to any.

And now hes in an active war zone, death at his doorstep.

Honestly, Barty doesn't give a shit about either country, doesnt give a shit about his fellow soldiers or his fathers orders to make him porud.

He'd much rather be next to Evan, with the boy's hand in his hair. Evan would drag his fingers across Barty's skin in a manner he deemed utterly sinful.

Even now if he closed his eyes he could pretend the taller boy was in front of him.

Evan was older, although just by a few months. He was all wide shoulders, lazy grins and shy smiles. And his hands, arguably Bartys favourite part of him. They could caress and hold, they could mend and take care but they could also wield an axe and a gun, they could make Bartys mind forget everything and anything, dragging low groans from his throat. They could make him whine and beg, they could steady him or bruise him.

Its these things he thought of late at night under the cover of darkness. Evan.

Just the man, just the name.

Somehow it was always Evan he thought of when things got difficult.

Barty writes to him, for his own sanity. The longer he stays there, the more he loses it.

War is no place for him. Its too bloody, too noisy, too scary. He wants Evan.

He wants to be held, strong arms pulling him close. He wants to be safe. He wants to laugh at Evan's stupid jokes. He wants to kiss Evan, to touch him, to hear his voice.

His body and heart aches with longing.

He doesn't care for the other soldiers who laugh too loud and never sound like Evan. They're terrified of him, of the way he takes life after life in the warzone.

But violence was never his first choice, it was love.

So he writes and he writes and he writes. He never had a liking for literature like his friend Regulus, but he manages fine.

"My only solace is that you're untocuhed by Bellona, by the bloodshed of Mars" He writes. "Although, darling, you'd look divine covered in crimson"

Fuck he loves Evan. And he misses him so much his bones echo with desire.

"I think of you everyday, sunrise to sunset and take a break for dusk, only for you to be in my dreams"

He addresses them to E, his E. Thats all his fellow soldiers know Evan as. "That crazy one's darling E"

Barty hears them wondering about E's name, about how someone could have won Barty's cold heart.

Eloise, perhaps? or Elizabeth? Eleanor, Edith, Ella, Emilia, Emma, Eliza, Elliana, Ellie, Emily, Evelyn, Eden, Esther.

Evan.

Evan Rosier.

They wouldn't suggest a man's name.

Its a cruel, cruel world they live in, and Barty has never liked it. But Evan always managed to drag out the optimist in him, the mischief and sarcasm he thought he left in his childhood.

"Most of all, its boring, my darling" he writes, "So fucking boring. We barely fight and when we do, we win. Mostly. You'd call me a narcissist and egotistical, but I know my worth. The rest of these soldiers don't know their left from their right"

He tells Evan everything, even if he doesn't always get letters back. Mail gets lost on the way a lot. Sometimes Barty gets upset when Evan doesnt respond only to descover the ship went down. Sometimes Evan writes strong words about scaring him because Barty never replied to his letter, and Barty sends back a response about how he never got it in the first place.

"Really hope the ship doesnt go down again. Such a nuisance, catching you up on everything again" He scribbles down, imagining the expression on his lover's face when he reads it.

War is brutal and unyielding. It stretches on forever. Barty doesn't see himself getting out of it, not now, not ever. But he doesn't tell Evan that.

"We'll go watch a movie when I'm back" he makes false promises, "and kiss in the rain, your lip between my teeth. Just the way you like it. I'll kiss you in front of my father, I dont care"

War is brutal. it takes and it takes and it takes. Are there really winners and losers when the only ones losing seem to be the soldiers that lose their lives?

"My dearest E, I miss you like the sea misses the earth. The water shaking with anticipation in clouds, desperate to return to the ground as rain"

Barty is going to die, he knows it.

There's only way out of this war and its by taking Thanatos' hand.

"Regulus sent me a summary of his reading again" Barty writes, "Some old man a hundred years ago wrote about a man and a woman in love and somehow Regulus made it my problem. Try to punch some sense into him. But don't tell him I might be hooked onto what happens next. Its a guilty pleasure"

Barty doesn't have many guilty pleasures.

You could argue Evan was one of them, but he's not. Barty has never once been guilty about loving Evan, never.

"Regulus wrote to me, telling me Melpomene is the muse of tragedy" Barty could have been jealous of his friends, the ones who didn't have to come to war, didn't have everything stripped from them. But he's glad he's the one suffering because that means Evan doesn't have to and Regulus can keep reading his little stories. He'd die in war a thousand times over if his friends stayed safe. "Melpomene must have gotten quite the story from us"

Evan fills him in on gossip, Dorcas in love with someone, Pandora and her new inventions, Barty wishes he could be there for it all.

Evan can't draw for shit, but his stick figures could rival Michaelangelo for all Barty cares.

Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan. Its all he thinks about, like a broken record spinning and repeating the name. Evan.

He's so much more than a lover. He's a part of Barty. He's seen the good bad and the ugly. He's stuck around for it all.

"Im angry most of the time" He scribbles one night, shaking from barely contained fury after a mission gone wrong. "Angry because my father is the biggest piece of shit to ever grace the earth. Angry because I want you I need you in my hand, in my arms, in my bed bext to me. I'm angry because the world was never kind to us. I'm angry because I wish I could kiss you now. I would. I'd kiss you in front of the world, grab you by the jaw and not let go. I want to taste you, I want you to linger on my tongue, to ruin my life. I'm angry because..." because I'm scared.

Barty never lets anyone see the letters Evan sends, scowling at anyone who ever tries to peek. He's got quite the reputation now. He'd cut off a finger or two before he let anyone have a taste of Evan's words. They're for him. Just for him.

"Come back" Evan writes, "Come back or I'll publish your writing for the world. Let everyone see how embarrassingly in love you are. Regulus alone would have a field day with the poem you once attempted"

Barty laughs because he can't help it. Its so on brand for Evan to threaten him with that.

"My writing is scacred, how dare you?" He writes back. "Maybe that would help the world understand us, though. Maybe one day there would be a world free of war and hate. And just us, together, kissing in front of my father as I flip him off"

"You'd look sharp in a suit on our wedding day" Evan writes back. "I'd love to see you in it. I'd love to take it off"

Fuck.

"Darling, I'd wear a wedding dress if you wanted. I'd do anything for you (and if it pissed my father off)" Barty scrawls with a rare smile on his face.

The last letter Evan Rosier ever got from Barty Crouch Jr was about wearing a dress to their hypothetical wedding.

Decades in the future, when they're all well and gone, buried so they're only dust and bones, their letters are found again.

Love letters from wars always fill people with a sad and romantic feeling. They always remind people that love is eternal, the only constant in the world of destruction and tragedy. No matter how it ended, at least the love was there.

Historians scratch their heads over who the "Darling E" was. Some say Eloise or Elizabeth? Eleanor, Edith, Ella, Emilia, Emma, Eliza, Elliana, Ellie, Emily, Evelyn, Eden, Esther.

Evan, says one.

Evan Rosier. Barty Crouch Jr. Decades after theyre gone, their love makes headlines. Flirty and sweet, cute and filthy, rebellious and devoted, they call the pair.

Barty Crouch Jr died at war, bleeding out in pain, supposedly with his eyes wide in fear and fingers digging into the earth, desperate to live.

Evan Rosier died not long after, peacefully in his bed. Heartbreak, the doctors said.

Their letters were found in a house that used to belong to their mutual friend, Regulus Black.

[hp-bardfest]

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!*

Here finally is our complete list of BardFest works and creators, organised according to which Shakespeare work they were inspired by!

📜 Hamlet

"The Cruel History and Most Lamentable Tragedy of Regulus, Scion of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black" by @acanadianmuggle (M, 17k, gen)

📜 Love's Labours Lost

Love's Labours by Aurora_Borealis3406 (T, 10k, Hermione/Theo)

📜 Macbeth

"Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It" by drpansyparkinson (E, 19k, Pansy/Neville)

📜 Much Ado About Nothing

A Skirmish of Wit by @thesnapeofwater (T, 3.4k, Hermione/Severus)

Much Ado About Malfoy by @inastarlesssky (G, 21k, Hermione/Draco)

📜 Othello

No Way But This by @storyof-eden (E, 1.4k, Hermione/Bellatrix)

Play the Game by @starsanddiamond (M, 22.5k, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood)

📜 Richard III

The Winter of our Discontent by @midnightstargazer (M, 5k, gen)

📜 Romeo & Juliet

The comedic side to tragedy by the_sapphire_potterhead (T, 6k, gen)

The Light He Lost by @obscurewriter05 (M, 2.5k, Tom Riddle/OC)

The Most Lamentable Tragedie of Friar Laurence (as Translated from the Original Gobbledygook) by MiraMira - a Podfic by @cailynwrites (T, 6 min, gen)

Such Sweet Sorrow by @midnightstargazer (T, 15k, Regulus Black/OC)

📜 Sonnets

Lock My Heart by ElviraKamgut (M, 243, Gilderoy/Gilderoy)

A New Form of Sight by cherrybirch (T, 8k, gen)

📜 Shakespeare Quotes (general)

Words, Words, Words by @emilyrickman (G, 3k, gen)

*quote from Julius Caesar (Antony, Act 3, Scene 2), for the occasion

[annaofaza]

Inspired by this funny post about exactly what Knives would have done with multiple Plant babies had his plan succeeded. Warning: this fic is considerably less funny.

After everything, Wolfwood finds himself defaulted to child-minder.

This wildly amuses Zazie—who pops in and out of Eden with their swarm—and pleases Legato, who seems to think Wolfwood's bought the company line after seeing "the glory of Master Knives' power." He doesn't know if the news has gotten back to the Eye of Michael, whether the lucky few laugh behind their hands at the thought of the Punisher essentially being a babysitter, but Wolfwood doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks.

Less blood on his hands, he'd mused one night. You've always wanted me to stop killing, tongari; it only took... His tongue then crept into his throat, and he trained himself to never think of it again.

There's no denying that Knives isn't exactly happy about a human being around the "chosen," but there's no denying he didn't plan anything long-term for multiple Plant children, and Wolfwood—the faithful, compliant Punisher who made the miracle possible with his betrayal—can be entrusted, or at the very least, bent to his will. After all, his contract with the Eye may be over, but he doesn't trust Knives to trot out the old threat about the orphanage.

And when it comes down to it, the kids are better off with as little interaction with Knives—and Conrad and Elendira and Legato and the Eye—as much as possible. Maybe, Wolfwood thinks, he can spare at least one life if they’re around him enough, that they learn that all humans aren't monsters.

Despite the circumstances of their birth, he knows Vash, if he were here, would have treated them kindly, and really, it isn’t in Wolfwood to act otherwise; some kids back in Hopeland had similar terrible beginnings, and God knows it wasn't their fault.

But he takes one day at a time, playing tag in green grassy fields that are almost a pleasure to fall on, cajoling them to eat another bite of the terrible nutritious slop Conrad cooks up for them, retelling the same bedtime tales Miss Melanie used to recite to the younger ones. Even when they howl like kestrels (with Castor slicing up several packs of cigarettes), when Elendira waltzes in to pinch and prod and taunt (Orion can’t speak for days afterwards and Capella still won’t go near any humans besides Wolfwood), when he’s so tired that he can’t slip his shoes on (sometimes he barely manages to button his shirt), Wolfwood makes it work.

Add the fact that half of the Plant bunch didn't seem to have powers, and while that didn't guarantee them a short life being poked and prodded in Conrad's lab—Wolfwood had heard a hissed exchange, something about a Tesla—Knives seems more detached from them all the same, despite his initial proclamation of "Look at Vash. We thought the same of him. Leave them be, and they might turn out useful."

It had taken all of Wolfwood's strength that day not to punch him.

He tries not to think beyond that. 

The kids are growing fast, though. He fears what will happen when Knives takes an active interest in them, but does the best he can, teaching letters and numbers and colors and bits of Earth history. They all resemble Knives—light-colored hair and marble-blue eyes—yet already have a startling variety of personalities. Izar, for instance, is sharp-tempered and prone to bursts of throwing the nearest objects at walls; Ursa and Adhara cling together all the time, but Regulus and Vega prefer to be on opposite sides of the room; Perseus is an utter clown, making his siblings burst into giggles every chance he gets; and Aster... out of everyone, Aster is most like Vash: protective, kind, and tender in a world that, especially now, takes advantage of stomping anything sweet out.

One day, Wolfwood’s perched underneath a tree, watching the kids play another round of hide-and-seek and occasionally glancing down at Pollux as he devours another anthology about flowers, when Aster plops right into his lap.

He smiles. “Don’t feel like joining them, Aster?”

“No,” Aster says, and yawns widely, showing off his baby teeth.

“What’s up, kiddo? Didn’t sleep last night?”

“Sort of...” Aster looks up at him, seeming to hesitate before saying, “Do you dream, Nico?”

Nico still reminds him of Livio, but Wolfwood never has the heart to correct them. “Sometimes,” he says, hoping Aster doesn’t ask of what. “Did you have one?”

Aster wrinkles his nose. “It was different than the others.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Like...” Aster prods his cheek with his tongue, thinking. “Castor said it was stupid.”

“Let me be the judge of that. What was it?” He hopes it’s not another nightmare about bugs; Zazie showing off the worms to the kids always gives at least one of them the creeps. Aquila still can’t look at an earthworm without bursting into tears.

“I thought I saw... I saw our Father,” Aster says, “but he was different. He had these strange clothes on, with... glasses on his face? Like yours, but they were orange. And round."

Wolfwood’s heart jolts in his chest. It takes all of his control not to leap up, to keep his smile steady, to ask calmly, “And?”

“I felt... safe. Like I do around you. He was in a room like this, but with these bundles of red flowers. Geraniums, like Pollux told us about the other day.” Aster tilts his head, watching Ursa and Regulus tackle each other, shrieking with laughter, as Castor complains that no one’s paying attention to the game at all. Aster shakes his head apologetically when Capella tries to wave him over. “And this word came to me, too, in the breeze. Vash?”

Wolfwood lets out a shaky breath.

“He’s the other angel, isn’t he?” Aster asks. “The one on the windows and paintings and everything.”

Wolfwood’s throat tightens. “Yeah,” he manages.

“Our Creator,” Aster continues, plucked from the familiar spiel Knives gives them on days where he feels like the kids aren’t appreciative enough. “But he seemed sad. Why would he be, if he’s in Paradise?”

“Who told you that?” Wolfwood asks, a bit too sharply.

Wolfwood swallows and looks up, trying not to show any emotion. “I... I don’t know if I can answer that question.”

"I thought you knew him?”

Aster flinches a little, but answers, “Zazie.”

Wolfwood inwardly curses. He’s going to beat their ass. What the hell possessed Zazie to do such a thing? “I did. But it was a long time ago.”

“Can you tell me about him?”

“I...” Wolfwood trails off. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to, but more than that, how can he? I loved your father, and I betrayed him. He wasn’t like the Knives you all hero-worship, distant and cool and powerful. He was... he would have...

He remembers the vines swallowing up Julai. The screams that lasted for days, weeks, afterwards, along with the sucking bursts of breath and blood. The strangely beautiful purple blooms, their scent that still lingers in the walls. The endless litany of a piano playing that same damn song, over and over.

The howl that burst from his lips when he saw Vash, encased in stone, lips rounded in a silent scream.

“Nico?”

He stares into Aster’s earnest face, glad that his sunglasses are hiding the moisture building underneath his eyelids. He has kind eyes. “Yeah?”

“I think he wanted to talk to me, but couldn’t. But you can, Nico. Right?”

“Have you told Kn—your Father about this?”

“No. Should I?”

Wolfwood shakes his head. “I don’t know if that’s necessary, Aster.” He doesn’t know how Knives will react, and refuses to think of more than Vash is dead. You’ve known this for years. He doesn’t dare. Hasn’t even looked in the room where Vash is as good as a statue, arms stretched by the same knives that rise from his shoulderblades like wings.

But he looks at Aster. Vash’s son. Doesn’t he deserve to know him? Doesn’t Vash deserve more than to be a story?

"I called your father tongari," he begins, closing his eyes, "because of his hair. It stuck up in spikes, like this—" he gently arranges Aster’s into pointed tufts. "He was blonde, like you, but a shade darker than your hair. And he had eyes like yours, as blue as the desert sky. His favorite treat in the whole world was freshly-baked doughnuts, sprinkled with crystals of sugar, and when he laughed, it was like the sun coming out. He was a quick shot, too, but could never hurt anyone..."  

[astronova-00]

My take of the ‘Mudblood’ situation with my oc Eden. Lily is like a user and only takes what she wants (in this oneshot).

“ENOUGH!” She yelled as the Great Hall went silent. “I am sick and tired of hearing you apologise to her when she doesn’t want to hear it. Severus you are better than this.”

“But-“

“But nothing! Lily is being a bitch.”

“How dare you..!” Lily interrupted, as she got up from her seat next to James Potter and started to walk up to the black haired girl near the professor’s table. (Lily glared at her boyfriend to not do nor say anything and he angrily nodded his head).

“Shut up Lily! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE! Not everything is about fucking you!” Eden yelled as she glared into her second oldest friend’s green eyes.

“Do you know what he called me?” Lily asked as her face flushed with anger, finally they were talking about the incident that happened a few weeks ago.

“Do I know what happened? Yeah, I was there. Your little dick of a boyfriend hung Severus upside down and made him choke on fucking soap and the best fucking part? Stripped him naked in front of everyone! ISN’T THAT AWESOME? YOU KNOW WHAT’S EVEN GREATER?” Eden panted as she closed her hands into fists and stepped closer to Lily until their noses were barely touching, “You smiled. You smiled and laughed. Laughed like he wasn’t your best friend, like he was some laughing stock instead of helping him. You laughed as they stripped him and everyone saw his privates. You laughed as THE FUCKING MARAUDERS SEXUALLY ASSAULTED HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!” She gestured widely with her arms and she grabbed the front of Lily’s red and yellow stripped vest.

“You smiled along the joke…smiled at the fact that it was Severus’ own spell that was used to have him up there in the sky. But you think it’s okay to break off with him because he called you a ‘Mudblood’? Breaking news, he’s a halfblood so the word applies to him too, to the three of us. But that doesn’t matter right? Now you have the perfect excuse to stop hanging around him, around us just because everyone told you to. You are such a bitch that you couldn’t stand the fact that you might not be in the spotlight unless you dropped the dead weight. You saw the opportunity to grab James Potter’s attention before he got bored of you. You disgust me Evans. Never fucking talk to Severus or I.”

Eden grabbed Severus’ hand and stormed out the Great Hall with a smile on her face and could hear the breath of relief behind her.

“Holy shit.”

Once they reached the stairs, the two turned to one another. “Holy shit indeed.”

“You are quite stupid and idiotic for doing that. Although I must say I appreciate it.” Severus thanked as they began to walk down them.

“Jesus Sev, it’s just me. You ain’t gotta put on the Queen Lizzie accent. And you dropped your little shy boy act.” Eden said with a cheeky smile as she punched Severus’ arm.

“It wasn’t a act, and no I must sound proper at all times. You sound like Tobias when you speak like that.” He rolled his eyes and casted them down.

“I don’t sound like no drunk.”

“Point proven.”

“…Shut up.”

The conversation died down as they walked down the dungeons and stopped upon the dorms’ entrance, “Alright smart guy, what’s the password?”

“Ferit aliquando anguis.” The door slid open and the pair made their way inside.

Inside was fairly empty with a few first years lingering around and chatting by the windows. The pair decided to take the warmest couch rarest away from the windows and sat together for a while.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime Sev.”

It wasn’t until later when dinner was over, and Narcissa (along with Barty, Evan, William, Bruce, and Regulus) came down to the common room, that the pair realised they forgot their bags.

[mrmaybank]

Masterlist

Request are open. I write for male and GN reader and for all the fandoms below more will be added!

OBX

JJ Maybanks

𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 (M!READER)

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Rafe Cameron

𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 (M!READER)

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

Pope Heyward

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lilly Evans (Potter)

Peter Pettigrew

Barty Crouch Jr

Evan Roiser

Marlene Mckinnon

Dorcas Meadows

Pandora lovegood

PJO/HOO

Nico Di Angelo

Percy Jackson

𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓐𝓽 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮𝓼 (M!READER)

Annabeth Chase

Frank Zhang

Luke Castellan

Jason Grace

Piper Mclean

Will Solace

Connor Stoll

Travis Stoll

Platonic

TMR

Newt

Minho

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 (M!READER)

Gally

Thomas

Ben

Aris

platonic 

HP

Cedric Diggory

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

platonic

TBP

Finney Blake

Vance Hopper

𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 (GN!READER)

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾��� 𝓜𝓾𝓬𝓱? (M!READER)

Bruce Yamada

Robin Arellano

Griffin Stagg

Billy Showalter

Buzz

Matty

Matt

platonic

DC

Jason Todd

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓓𝓝𝓐 (M!READER)

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (M!READER)

Harley Quinn

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Bruce Wayne

Duke Thomas

platonic

Marvel

Tony Stark

Thor

Loki

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky

Peter Parker

Platonic

IT

(i’ll do chap one and two)

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 (M!READER)

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓓𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 (M!READER)

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

Platonic

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Eleven “Jane” Hopper

Eden Bingham

Platonic

Scream

(I’ve only watched the first one i’m gonna try to watch the rest throughout the week)

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Dewey Riley

Platonic

[chazzielynx]

Assigning Sleep Token Songs to Redacted Characters.

Hashtag is this too niche, lmao.

Characters in this post: Brachium, Geordi, Vincent, Avior, James, Blake, Hush, Regulus, Anton, Sam, Milo

Note: I am mainly using their latest album. All of these are just my opinions.

TW: Vincent's one briefly mentions self harm. Also Sleep Token is the opposite of angst free so read with caution.

Brachium - Chokehold (this bitch is getting angrier and angrier and I am heeere for it. "We act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake" GRAA)

Geordi - Granite (now I'm not here to hate on Cutie. But this song screams Geordi to Cutie. But specifically "so keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever"?!?! Crying, sobbing)

Gavin - DYWTYLM (Early Gavin in particular. I feel like he truly thought they were only fond of his sexual favors in the beginning. So this is him questioning everything "it's getting harder to be myself" yeah. Yeeeeah)

Avior - Take Me Back To Eden (there are so many lines I could use here like fr. But I'd say this is mostly his anger about being stuck in that hellscape "I don't know what's got its teeth in me but I'm about to bite back in anger" I have his "what mindless force of nature" speech memorised at this point lmao)

Vincent - Are you really okay? (Now this might be projecting, but I feel like Lovely struggled more with all of what they went through than we might know. And Vincent so desperate to help but doesn't know how "cutting deeper than the scars could run" why do I do this to myself)

Porter - The Summoning (we only really know his sassy and his sexual side so far. This song screams dom-masochist. "You've got my body, flesh and bone, the sky above, the earth below"...need I say more)

Blake - Vore (this whole song screams hehe get it cause it's a heavy screaming song anyway seer wanting to devote his life to change their lover's fate: "there is always sth in the way I wanna have you to myself for once" Change my mind.)

James - Aqua Regia (now this is purely based off of vibes GIVE ME MY HUSBAND BACK ahem but I feel like this man would use fancy science words to explain his love. Also "running to your heart when you're thinking of" AHH)

Hush - Rain (this man needed one hug from Doc and he felt better. LIKE SIR "touch me again, I feel my shadow dissolving" whole song feels like him)

Ivan - Ascensionism (I feel like I could write an essay on how this describes Sadism Hold Ivan. But to demonstrate: "half algorithm, half deity" = Vega, "blood stains on the collar means just don't ask" = Baby, "you want someone to be your reflection" = Ivan)

Regulus - The Apparition (now, this is a little bit of a shot in the dark because except for last year's Halloween audio, I haven't listened to his playlist yet. But based on vibes, this seems to match. Don't come for me)

Anton - Euclid (little bit of a stretch mayhaps but this could be Anton away from his partner "call me when you get the chance, I can feel the walls around me closing in" and a lot more angsty lines)

Bonus Songs (because I love them)

Sam - Blood Sport (specifically this is Darlin in the beginning of their relationship, feeling like they're just dragging Sam into their bloody trauma "Even if [...] the heavens just won't open up for me, would you invite me in again?" Hmm)

Milo - Drag Me Under Again (now technically this is such an Avior song, like hello. But this feisty werewolf is in awe with his partner to this day. And he may not call himself a poet but this mf literally said "you feel like forever in my arms" HELLO SIR. So the admiration in this song fits)

[faerycross]

james: honey you're fucking familiar like my fucking mirror years the fuck ago

regulus: babe are you okay?

james: i fucking love hozier.

regulus: fair point

[underburningstars]

❛𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓❜

Hi, my name is Eden or Eddie. I'm an adult queer dumbass and my pronouns are she/they. I'm underburningstars on ao3 and instagram and these are my fics:

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 (ongoing) (moonseeker, e rated)

Remus' life has always been simple. He has good grades, friends he loves to death, a boy he's smitten with, a less than simple relationship with his father. Nothing was out of ordinary, just like every other high schooler.

But a school field trip changes that forever.

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 (ongoing) (jegulus, e rated)

The world ends on a Monday morning. Because of course, it does. Every terrible thing that has ever happened to him has always been on Monday.

or, the marauders in a post-apocalyptic world

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 (jegulus, e rated)

James Potter has an oral fixation.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (moonseeker, m rated)

It's not like Regulus wants to die, he doesn't. He may look depressed but he's not (he is) and neither is he suicidal (debatable). So no, Regulus doesn't want to die in an ugly cave. But he knows that it's inevitable. He can feel it on his skin, something in the back of his mind is telling him that the moment he steps into that cave, there's no getting out.

Or, Regulus goes Horcrux hunting and finds an unexpected partner.

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 (jegulus, g rated)

James waits until he hears all his friend's breathing even out to take out the invisibility cloak and leaves the room. He doesn't bother taking the map because he already knows the way to his destination by heart. His heart knows where it belongs.

𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (jegulus, e rated)

Regulus got kidnapped.

Again.

At least, it's not the worst one so far.

Actually, it might be the best.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (jegulus, e rated)

He always knew that his parents would arrange his marriage with someone they deemed worthy.

What he didn't know was this marriage could have place for love too.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (jegulus, e rated)

Regulus Black hates his life.

No, he’s not being dramatic. He absolutely abhors every second of his life. If he could, he would trade it for reading his favourite books for the very first time. He would read the books and die peacefully. Just thinking about it fills him with heavenly bliss. But unfortunately, he can’t do that. So he’s stuck living his stupid life where he has to go to another matchmaking ball. Again.

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦 (𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝

𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏

𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐏𝐅𝐂 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐏 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍)

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐅𝐀𝐐

-- Are making fanarts or podfics okay?

Totally!

-- What about translations?

Oh yeah, as long as it's on ao3 and I'm being credited

-- Can I post your work on any other platform?

Nope!

-- When are you gonna post?

Whenever I feel like it :)

[kiana-kaslana-423]

☆ Characters I Write For ☆

HI3 Characters:

Kiana, Mei, Bronya, Seele, Veliona, Himeko, Fu Hua, Senti,

HoV, HoC, HoTE, Elysia, Aponia, Eden, Pardofelis, Dr. Mei,

Vill v, Helix, all of Vill v's personalities, Mobius, Dr. Mobius

Klein ( human or ELF, if ELF it has to be platonic ), Cocolia

HSR Characters:

Stelle, Himeko, March 7th, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Bronya,

Seele

Reverse 1999 Characters:

Druvis III, Schneider, Jessica, Blonney, Tooth Fairy,

Madam Z, Aracna, Marian, Kaala Baunaa, Eternity, Bette

Vertin , Matilda, Sonetto, Regulus <- ( platonic for them )

[roppongi-division]

Kai Killian looked the two gifts that arrived at his household for his birthday

The first gift was a colorful lamp with the form of a wolf from someone he met often, another radio personality Ruka Shiina

"happy birthday to you sir big bad wolf! dad helped me a bit but it's completely homemade, happy birthday again!"- "Regulus"

The second gift is a briefcase that when opened reveals a portable mixer from one of Zakari's friend, the musician succubus Eden Yamamura

"happy birthday Mr vinlyee, honestly i didn't knew what gift you for this day, but after remember one of my talks with Zakacchi i decided for a portable mixer, enjoys your day, and say Zakacchi I said him hello"- "Ember", Succubus

Kai gave a small grin as he looked at the wolf lamp. He had always had a thing for wolves, so receiving a gift that had the concept of a wolf was a good thing for him. He had also heard much about this new radio personality that people had been talking about of late. Ruka Shiina. Kai didn't know much about them, but upon hearing rumors that they were entering the D.R.B., Kai made a note to learn more about them.

That was for a later date, however. Looking at the mixer that "Ember" had given him, the DJ knew just what he was going to do next: take this, along with the wolf lamp, into his music studio and try it out. Not giving it a second thought, he headed there, eager to hear the tunes and sounds that this unique piece of equipment was going to make.