#nox's flags

[noxwithoutstars]

✧｡:*▹ Boydyke flags

PT/ Boydyke flags /PT end

IDs/ Four similar flags with six equal stripes and the same top three stripes: Dark red-magenta, orange, and pale yellow. Top left's bottom three are light green, green, and teal-blue. Top right's are light brown, red-purple, and indigo-purple. Botton left's are yellow-green, light magenta, and dark purple. Bottom right's are pale turquoise, teal, and dark magenta. /IDs end

ID/ A divider of black, digitally hand-drawn, and stylized eyes. They alternate being closed and open. /ID end

✧ Agender, bigender, trigender, multigender boydyke

✧ ✧ @caeliangel day 8 - contradictory label

ID/ A white DNI with a panel of the manga Oyasumi Punpun with 5 kids doing a joint pose. Words are black on the right side: “DNI: anti- ‘contradictory’ labels, anti-mogai, terf, gatekeeper, anti-decolonization, believes ‘narc abuze’ is real, demonizes ‘scary/evil’ disorders + labels.” /ID end

[trianglekisser]

would you ever go on the scariest roller coaster at six flags

yes but only if i had a friend or something to go with me because i am NOT sitting in the line by myself . the ride itself would be fine though even if i come out of it crying a little

[dark-mogai-archive]

Dark Term pride flags

Some flags for using dark/messed up terms or just those terms in general. Can be used as an identity itself if anyone wants to. What is considered a Dark Term varies from person to person, just whatever one feels is dark/messed up, regardless of anyone else

The colors are meant to be dark ones and ones that are common with flags for Dark Terms

[lanseax]

my favorite bit of travis’ is the ‘bweoop- bweoop’ and finger spinning alarm

[sentientcave]

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Sometimes a Bearimy is many moons, and sometimes it's just a couple days! Do not expect this sort of pace to continue though this chapter was most of the way finished when I posted the first one.

Chapter 2 - Familiar and Forgotten

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader, No Y/N, Some exposition, Reader's dad (deceased) was a real piece of work, Noncon kissing, Alcohol mentions, Smoking mention, Reader descriptions kept as neutral as possible but keep in mind that she is a character to me and does have a specific appearance so things might slip through.

~5.2k words

You don’t say much for the rest of the journey.

It’s not far, really, only an hour or two from the bridge in the woods, and your anxiety seizes you so completely that you can do little more than smile wanly at Kyle’s jokes and Johnny’s attempts to flirt with you. Ghost stays as quiet as you do, a comforting spectre of familiarity walking by your side.

The city is much like you remember it, but there’s life now, where a grim shadow hung over the people before. Windows are thrown open, laundry hangs on lines spanning between houses, brightly coloured clothes flapping in the breeze like flags. Children play in one of the alley’s you pass by, kicking a ball between them, although they stop to watch you pass, eyes growing big, collecting at the edge of the street so they can stare for longer. People begin to gather at the peripheries everywhere, the gentle roar of many hushed voices drowning out all else. It seems that the people here still recognize you, although you’re not sure if it’s by your face or the company that escorts you along.

The castle looms over the city, tall, imposing walls made a little friendlier with blue and silver banners hung from the parapets, the oppressive air lessened, but not entirely erased. You think that nothing could make the castle look truly welcoming— It never has been to you, not even when you did call it home.

Ghost looks at you as you approach the dark stone walls, and puts a big hand on your thigh. “Olright?” he asks quietly.

You nod, swallowing thickly as Nox’s claws scrape over the wooden drawbridge. It feels like the palace means to devour you whole, the shade of the main courtyard matching your somber mood. It’s greener than you remember, a raised garden bed full of flowers and a few small trees sits in the center of things now, directing traffic coming in around in a circle rather than every which way. There are gardens on the flat roofs of some of the outbuildings too, where they can catch more light despite the looming walls.

Nox stops in front of the stairs up to the main door, and Ghost lifts you down easily. When you look up, you notice there are people gathering around the main courtyard too, a gentle susurrus rising up around you like the wind. A stable hand approaches to take Kyle's horse, stumbling over his feet, too busy staring at you to watch where he's going.

"Standin' around with their gobs open," Johnny grumbles. "S'like they've ne'er seen a princess before."

Kyle thanks the stable hand when he passes the reigns to him, and offers his arm to you. "Are you ready, sweetpea?" His smile strains at the corners when you look at him. Your own face must be grim indeed.

"I'll have to be," you say, curling your hand around his arm, gathering your skirts with your other hand. You feel small and plain as you ascend on Kyle's arm, dressed simply in clothes you sewed yourself, glad you were wearing your second best skirt at least. Why that bothers you now you couldn't say-- Its not as though you're concerned with making a good impression.

Kyle leads you into the hall of judgment, where your father used to take petitions and settle disputes. It's different here too-- There are benches for supplicants to sit while they wait, and a few desks set to one side of the ante chamber, where clerks speak to citizens in hushed voices, helping speed along the process. There aren't very many people there really, it's not the tired crush of hollow eyed people clamoring for attention from a disinterested king now. Its organized, efficient, fair-minded. You can't help but approve.

John Price sits on the dais, listening to the man in front of him, but his stone-faced attention breaks when he looks up and sees you. He stands and hops down the steps, touching the man's arm. "I will send a hunting party to deal with your manticore problem," he promises. "But if you'll excuse me…" his blue eyes lock onto you, sweeping down and back up to your face.

You feel pinned in place by the intensity of those eyes, Kyle's presence by your side not enough to melt the cracking ice that settles around you.

"Princess!" John greets you enthusiastically, arms wide as he strides across the hall, meeting you in the middle. "Welcome home. I trust your journey was a pleasant one? It's a nice day for a ride through the countryside." He looks good, although there's silver in his beard and glittering by his temples that was never there before, and a plain silver circlet on his brow. He dresses the same as you remember, for comfort and practicality rather than for fashion, and he still fills out his clothes in much the same way, his broad, powerful body unchanged despite his new vocation.

"A better day for tending to the garden," you say. "But Sir Garrick rather insisted on the ride."

John smiles at you warmly, and Kyle wordlessly pulls away from you, leaving you standing before John alone. You're pulled into an embrace before you know what's happening, oak-solid arms crushing you to his chest. He pulls back enough to look at you, but he doesn't let you go. The pleasant tobacco and warm spice scent of him engulfs you, caged in his arms while he studies your upturned face. "You're more beautiful than I remember," he says. "It's good to see you."

You open your mouth to respond, but he seizes the opportunity to kiss you. Not a chaste press of lips to your cheeks, which would have been an appropriate greeting between two people of your status, but a kiss, a real one, his mouth slotting over yours like you were reuniting lovers rather than near-perfect strangers.

He kisses you for a long moment, lips moving against yours possessively, long enough for the room to grow unbearably silent around you, shame twisting with a childish flame rekindled the instant he put his hands on you. You push against his chest, and he finally comes to his senses, not releasing you or giving you more space, but at least ending the kiss, letting you breathe and sort out your conflicted feelings.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, voice low and breathless, even if you would prefer to shout it, or perhaps punctuate the question with a slap.

“Because I wanted to,” he says pleasantly, smiling in that infuriating, cheeky way he used to when he caught you watching the knights practising from the palace windows. “I think it was long overdue, don’t you?”

“No!” You don’t want to admit, considering your age, that he’s stolen your first kiss, like it was something owed to him instead of yours to give when you chose to, and you certainly don’t want to admit that you liked it. You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the people still watching either, which is undoubtedly why he chose this as the place for your first meeting, where you would be cuffed by propriety, giving him advantage over you. Kings didn’t have to worry about propriety— Who was there to scold them for bad behaviour?

Had John ever worried about that sort of thing? Perhaps that was why your father had so militantly kept him away from you, not because of the threat to the crown, but the threat to your virtue. A man that would so casually waltz past all social convention would find no resistance from a sheltered, shy princess. Perhaps if you had been more bold— Perhaps if you were more bold now you would be able to tell him off.

“I don’t appreciate being plucked from my home and manhandled by you and your knights,” you hiss, plucking courage from thin air. You push against his chest again, and this time he lets you go, but it only makes you angrier, because you both know he only did so because he chose to. “What do you want, John? Let’s attend to business so I can leave as soon as possible.”

He glances behind you, at his knights, an eyebrow raised. “Well, you certainly aren’t going anywhere tonight, are you? We can chat properly over the evening meal.” He sweeps you along, a hand between your shoulders, where his thumb touches bare skin, toying with the edge of your shirt. “I’ll show you to your room, hm? You can wash up and change, if you’d like. Although I must say, this country mouse attire looks rather sweet on you.”

“I don’t think any of my old clothes will fit anymore,” you say tartly. You’re certainly not the weak, spindly thing you used to be, the sapling struggling to grow in your father’s shadow. Your time with Kate has done you good, made you stronger and filled out soft curves. Joy is expansive, and it takes up space that you never would have dared to occupy before.

“Of course not,” he says. “I’ve had new things made for you. Gaz’s sister reached out to Kate for your measurements.”

“Why would she— You had no right to ask for such a thing!” you say hotly. Now that you’re alone in the hallways, you feel more at ease speaking your mind.

He’s unperturbed by your anger, still smiling. “Perhaps not. But I thought it important to stand ready, should you ever decide to come home.”

“This is not my home any longer.”

John hums, his hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer to his side. “This will always be your home, princess,” he says matter-of-factly, like there’s no room for argument, the way he sees it.

He tries to follow you into your room, but you quickly shut the door in his face, nearly hitting him. He manages to jump clear, and you can hear his laughter on the other side. You’re getting a bit tired of these men thinking that it’s funny when you hold your ground against them, but you’re not yet sure how to get them to listen when they (and especially John) are so used to getting exactly what they want. It strikes you that you’ll probably have plenty of time to figure it out, since you don’t think you’ll be going home as soon as you'd like.

Kyle and Johnny seem like your most likely allies. And perhaps Ghost, since he told you more than he was supposed to already. Anyone else would be too worried about drawing the king’s ire and getting in trouble or losing their jobs, but those three aren’t just his knights. They’re his friends too.

And as far as you’re concerned, friends don’t let friends keep women imprisoned for indeterminate amounts of time.

You wash up, and parse through the closet for something to wear, frowning slightly at your options. There’s nothing wrong with any of the dresses you find— Everything is beautiful, elegant, well-made, in colours that suit your complexion, made of gorgeous, rustling silk. But they also all have closures at the back, long rows of delicate buttons that will be a nightmare to do up yourself. After so many years living independently, you resent the idea of someone having to help dress you. Perhaps that was why John tried to follow you, so he could be there to offer a hand.

How altruistic of him.

You fantasize about kicking him hard in the shins with the work boots that you sadly left at home, and choose a dress in a deep plum colour, getting as dressed as you can. You consider waiting to ask whoever comes to collect you for dinner, but you suspect that that might be John. You’re just about to wander out into the hallway to see if you can find a member of the castle staff to aid you, when you hear a shout outside, and laughter.

You press one hand to you chest to keep the dress from falling away from your skin inappropriately, and peer over the edge of the balcony. Johnny, Kyle and Ghost are in the courtyard below, Ghost and Kyle sitting on the fountain edge, and Johnny doing a dance that seems to be entirely hopping and kicking, while balancing a knife’s point on the tip of his finger.

“Excuse me,” you call down, smiling as prettily as you can muster. Johnny stops dancing and drops his knife entirely, but blessedly doesn’t try to catch it. “Could one of you give me a quick hand? This dress has so many buttons.”

They look at each other for a moment, and volunteer as one, Kyle and Ghost immediately falling into bickering over who should help you. Johnny looks at the ground and up to you a few times rather than fight with the others, and takes a running leap, fingers catching on the balcony floor. He swings a few times before popping up, catching the railing and clambering over with surprising grace. “I would be happy to help ye, sweetpea. An’ Ah’m sorry abou’, er, lickin’ yer wrist earlier. Was a wolf awl mornin’, cannae always shake the compulsion straight after a shift.”

“Apology accepted,” you say, reaching up with both hands and scratching the stubble under his chin gently. He leans into your palms with a groan, letting you guide him down to your level so you can kiss the tip of his nose. “I know you’re a good boy, Johnny. You were just excited.”

“I was,” he admits, cheeks turning a little pink. “They awl met ye before, and they talk about ye sometimes, ye ken? An’ yer even nicer an’ bonnier up close. Ah’m glad I didna try to lick yer face. Ye didnae look very happy with Price doin’ it.”

“He was very forward. It’s not the sort of thing I appreciate. I don’t intend to let him walk all over me just because he’s the king now.” You release Johnny’s jaw and turn so he can get to work on the buttons, pulling your braids out of the way over your shoulder. “It seems like he’s a little too used to getting his way.”

“Ah, weel, he’s stubborn as awl hell, sweetpea. No’ really his fault, he’s just righ’ more of’en than no’, ye ken? An’ when yer never wrong, ye never learn ta compromise.”

“Surely he’s not always right,” you say. “No one’s infallible.”

He laughs, fingers stalling against your back. “Yer righ’ of course. But Ah’m never the one to catch the old man bein’ wrong. So I dinnae ken if he admits it. I would be surprised.”

“Do you know what he wants from me?” you ask. “It seems odd that he let me live in peace all these years, only to drag me back now.”

“I dinnae ken awl the details, princess. Figure it’s sommat ta do with yer cousin raisin’ an army over across the western border, aye? Probably wants ye to scold the wee rascal for him.” He continues buttoning, and then stalls again. “Aw shite. Missed one.” You feel him begin to undo the buttons he was just working on.

You press your fingers to your mouth to stifle a giggle. “Sorry, I’m distracting you. Shouldn’t be asking so many questions.”

“Aw no, I dinnae mind none. S’nice ta talk ta ye. Always thought princesses’d be all stuck up and snooty. But yer no’ at awl. Ahve been ta yer story hour at the market once or twice too. Think it’s nice ye take pity on us buggers that cannae read well. An ye choose good stories.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you say.

“Usually go in on four legs. No one minds another mangy dog, so long as I don’t get too close or growl at the bairns. Can hear better tha’ way too, aye? Blacksmith always let me lay down beside his shop.” He marches two fingers across your shoulder playfully. “Awl done.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You turn to look at him again, regarding him thoughtfully. It doesn’t take much to turn him from a large, dangerous man to an eager to please puppy. Something to tuck into your pocket for later.

“Ye can call me Soap, if ye like. The lads do, most of the time. An’ the boss man. But Johnny is good too. Like hearin’ it from ye.” He looks a bit bashful, twisting his fingers together absently now that he has nothing else to fuss with, bright blue eyes cast down and half hidden by his long, dark lashes. “Ah ken it’s no’ what yer hopin’ for, but I hope ye stay a while. S’nice. Feels like there’s an empty space around here, and ye’d fill it an’ then some.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say. “I’m sure it mostly depends on how angry your, um, boss man makes me.”

“He’s no’ a bad sort.” Johnny instantly leaps to John’s defense, a touch of anxiety colouring his voice. He wears every emotion on his sleeve, another useful something to know. “Been good ta me, when lot’s of folk think I’m no’ much more’n a monster.”

“I’ve never heard of a werewolf that can shift at will like you do,” you muse. “You must have remarkable self control.”

Something dark flits across his face, but he does his best to hide it behind his crooked grin. “Naw, no’ really. S’a story, but no’ one I want ta tell righ’ now.”

“That’s alright,” you tell him gently, placing your hand on top of his. His knuckles are rough, scarred from a lifetime of hitting things hard. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I’ll listen, if you do want to talk.”

“Yer goan ta turn me intae a big softie at this rate,” he says, waving off your words with a laugh. “Come oan, Sweetpea. I’ll walk ye ta dinner. Figure ye know the way, but Ah’m told it’s polite to escort a lady.”

“Very polite,” you assure him, placing your hand on his offered arm. “Thank you, Johnny.”

His grin is infectious, and he puffs up his chest slightly, pleased as punch to receive your approval. You descend the stairs, picking up your skirts with your other hand so they don’t drag, and John appears at the bottom of the steps, his expression turning carefully, diplomatically blank when he sees you on Johnny’s arm.

“Perfect timing,” he says. “I was just about to come get you. Thank you, Soap, I can take her from here.”

“How very kind!” you return, gripping a little tighter to Johnny’s arm so he doesn’t run off just yet. “Johnny was nice enough to help me with my dress. All these buttons— I had no idea that button closures were the style these days.”

John’s eyes narrow just the slightest bit, like he’s not sure if you’re being earnest or not. “Nor did I,” he says evenly. Liar.

“It can be so hard to keep track of these things.” You send Johnny another bright smile. “Will you be joining us?” you ask sweetly.

Johnny looks at John uneasily. “Oh, n-no, I dinnae think—”

You curl into him slightly, placing your hand on his chest, drawing his attention back to you and away from the disapproving frown that’s beginning to form on John’s face. “Oh, nonsense. In fact, would you mind fetching Kyle and Ghost as well? We all had such a pleasant afternoon, and I feel like we’ve only just begun catching up.”

Johnny’s fingers catch on the lace hemming your trailing sleeve, his cheeks pink and eyes focused on your face. “Oh, aye, anything ye like, princess.”

“Thank you so much Johnny. You have been so helpful today. I really appreciate it.” You release him, and he dashes off without a second thought or glance to John for approval. “What a sweet boy he is,” you say to John as you flit to his side, all innocence, well aware that Johnny can still hear you. “Shall we?”

John gives you a searching look, still not certain if you’ve disrupted his plans on purpose or just by being far too sweet. “I had intended for dinner to be just the two of us.”

“Now John, that would hardly be appropriate,” you lightly scold. “The two of us, alone without a chaperone? What would people say? If I didn’t know better, I would think you were trying to put me in a compromising position.”

His lips twitch under his moustache, the ghost of a smile appearing in his eyes. “Perish the thought. Didn’t think of the implication, is all.” He opens the door to what had once been your father’s private dining room, but hesitates in the doorway. “Perhaps we should wait for the lads,” he says thoughtfully. “Since you’re concerned with the optics of being alone with me.”

You raise your eyebrows. “They’ll be along in a moment, no? I’m not sure what you think could happen in a few minutes, but I’m sure you’re capable of behaving yourself for that long.” You sweep past him, unconcerned, and he follows, letting the door fall shut behind him, the latch clicking shut loudly in the otherwise silent room. You cast about for a conversation that you can fling up between the two of you like a flimsy shield, your tongue suddenly heavy again. John has a way of sucking up all the air in a room, and he feels nearly as large and imposing as Ghost in a confined space like this. You don’t feel safe like you would with Ghost. You feel like a wobbly-legged fawn caged in with a blue-eyed wolf.

And you would feel less like that if you were in here with the man who really is a blue-eyed wolf. You don’t think the man standing before you will melt with a few kind words or a soft touch. He’ll only take it as permission to push you further.

“Your inexperience is showing,” John says conversationally, taking a step toward you.

You take a hasty step back. “How so?”

He takes another step forward. You take another back. The pattern repeats until he has you backed up against the mantle. “A lot can happen in just a few minutes, sweetpea.” His thick fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to face him when all you want to do is sink into the floor or vanish entirely. “Could do anything I liked to you, alone like this. You’re right to be cautious.” His hand slides lower, callouses brushing your skin, raising goosebumps along the back of your neck and prickling all the way down your spine. His palm rests on your throat, so he can measure the nervous flutter of your pulse. You swallow nervously, and you know he can feel it.

Still, he doesn’t squeeze, and there’s no threat in his eyes. Worse, there’s a promise, and heat that could spark into a blaze with the slightest provocation.

“It’s a good thing you’re a man of honour, then.” You mean it as a challenge, a reminder of the rules of engagement. You came prepared for a game of chess, and he’s knocked all the pieces onto the floor and lunged at you across the board. Your words come out whisper soft, plaintive instead of confident.

“A good thing indeed.” He takes a step back, and then another, his hand falling away, leaving you standing by the mantle, clinging to it for support.

It was a good thing the fireplace is cold, this time of year, or you might be tempted to throw yourself in just to save yourself the embarrassment of being so completely set off balance.

“Here.” John returns to your side, this time leaving enough space for you to breathe, and offers you a glass of wine. White wine, like he remembers your preferences somehow. Your fingers brush his when you take the glass, and you try not to shake from the force of whatever it is that he stirs up in you.

It’s too vast to identify, and threatens to engulf you, swallow you whole. It’s an ocean, as deep and blue as his eyes, and you’re already struggling to stay afloat. You feel like the only things keeping you from drowning are your righteous anger and sense of self-preservation. But recognizing the danger he poses to you, to your freedom, if not your life, doesn’t pluck you from the water or save you from the circling shark. You don’t know how to do that. You’re not sure if you want to.

“I should apologize,” he says gently. “For greeting you the way I did earlier. I’d dreamt of our reunion so many times that it felt like the most natural thing in the world, kissing you like that. I should have better kept myself in check.”

You sip your wine. It’s sharp and not too sweet, just the sort of thing you used to like, and many times better than what you’ve had for years now. But the taste only reminds you of things best left forgotten, sour remnants of a life you wished to leave behind. Even this room, redecorated to another man’s preferences, feels as oppressive as your father’s presence in life.

Maybe it’s the weight of the crown, that bends and twists even the most upright men, because you already see the makings of a tyrant in John. So used to getting his way already, he expects you to fall into line, do as your told, take your rightful place at his side, on his arm.

In his bed.

“Are you going to?” you ask.

He’s confused by that, a frown settling between his brows. “Going to what, sweetpea?”

“Apologize. Saying you should apologize is not the same as actually being sorry.”

He’s entirely taken aback by that, rendered speechless. It’s probably been years since anyone checked him like that, and it sends a bit of a thrill through you to be the one to do so. He has the advantage in this battle you’ve waged against him— He’s larger and stronger, he claims authority that you’ve rejected, he has allies where you have none— but you’ve still managed to strike a blow, with honesty as your only weapon.

The other three men finally join you, snapping the tension in the room, clearing it away like cobwebs.

Well, most of the tension, anyway. You sit between John and Ghost, rather than take the chair opposite John. You have no desire to be forced to bear that heavy stare for the entire meal. Kyle and Johnny sit opposite you, and you maintain light conversation with the two of them. Ghost sits to your right, his mask tipped up enough for him to eat, his scarred mouth and jaw visible to you for the first time. His gloves are off too, revealing broad, powerful hands littered with fine scars, and a few deep ones too. Most of them are obviously blade wounds, but there’s a particularly deep one, a chunk of missing flesh between his thumb and forefinger on his left hand that keeps drawing your eyes back.

“Me’n Nox ‘ad a misunderstandin’ when we first met,” he says, unprompted, noticing your glances. “She took a chunk outta me. Was a good thing she was still small, or I’d’ve lost my whole ‘and.”

“Small!” Johnny says with a snort. “The wee beastie was bigger than me!”

“You were a runt,” Ghost chuckles, “but I s’pose she was still plenty big. Got ‘er talons sunk pretty deep in my thigh too. Got ‘er to listen to reason in the end though. She din’t know I was tryin’ to ‘elp.”

You see that same darkness in Johnny’s eyes as earlier, so you change the subject, asking about a burn on Ghost’s wrist. He starts in on a tale of hunting an outlaw mage, with plenty of interjections from Kyle, and then Johnny as well, until he gives up trying to tell it, and lets the younger men take over.

You feel his attention on you for a while after that, like he knew what you did and why.

John is pensive, still ruminating on what you said, quiet over the meal. It must not be that great a change from usual, because it doesn’t seem to bother the other three in the least. He insists on walking you to your room once the hour grows later, however, and leans against your door frame.

“You’re right,” he says, catching your hand so you can’t go inside and shut the door in his face for a second time that day. “I didn’t apologize. And I’m not sorry. I know I should be, and I won’t do it again, but I can’t say I feel all that badly about it.”

It’s something, at least. A concession, if not an apology. “Thank you, John.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, and his thumb is rubbing distracting circles over your knuckles. “Is there something else?”

“We never talked business.”

“No. But I know what you want, John, and the answer is no. I want to go home, I have a life to return to, and I don’t belong here any longer.” The disappointment is clear on his face, but he only nods. You continue, encouraged by his silence. “I will, however, make a public statement of support, in whatever way you need. I imagine my cousin will wish to send a witness, to ensure I’m not being coerced. I will stay until then, and then you will allow me to go home. Is that sufficient?”

He thinks about it for a moment, his thumb tapping against your hand now. “I suppose it will have to be.”

“Then it’s settled. Goodnight, John.” You try to pull your hand free, but he tightens his grip just enough to keep you anchored to him.

“Wait.” He tugs you a step closer. “May I kiss you?”

You roll his request around in your mind for a moment. He’s willing to accept that you won’t marry him, without so much as a fight. You can’t deny that you want to say yes either, and you have just enough wine in you to make you bold, but not reckless. “One kiss,” you reply. “No more than that. And then I am going to bed.”

He cups your face and stoops to meet you, pressing his lips to yours tenderly, without any of the brash possessiveness of earlier. Just sweet and slow, coaxing you to open up for him. You relax into his touch, parting your lips, a soft little whine escaping your throat, pulling an answering groan from him as he licks into your mouth. You have to grip his wrists just to stay upright, the sound turns your knees and resolve to jelly, the taste of good whiskey and smoke from his after dinner cigar lingering on your tongue as he pulls away.

His eyes are fever-bright, and his breathing ragged as you release each other. “Goodnight, sweetpea,” he says softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You slip into your room and lean against the door, knees still weak, desire simmering inside you. The kiss had been a bad idea, because all you can think of now is asking for another, and another, and another.

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[a-d-nox]

Hey there.I loved your Mars return posts.Please keep showering us with such great content.

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mars return chart observations (part 2)

these ideas are for MARS RETURN CHARTS ONLY and are completely hypothetical. they are based on my (the those closest to me's) experiences with each aspect/placement! please don't take everything i say as predestined, astrology is possible outcomes not guaranteed ones. this is just a starting place for when examining singular objects in an entire galaxy (this not the only return chart in affect for you). take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

♂scorpio (8°, 20°) mercury people tend to obsessively agonize over others

♂sun positively aspecting moon can indicate romantic confidence and putting yourself out there to express your feelings

♂sun conjunct mercury people seek and state exactly what they want in these cycles (good and bad)

♂moon positively aspecting saturn people tend to make an effort to have more committed romantic relationships during this period (this leads to the ending of non-committal relationships, new longer lasting relationships, marriages, etc.)

♂sun negativity aspecting neptune people tend to get tunnel vision in this period of time and/or they might put on a false persona in front of others

♂3h suns tend to demand more than they typically would about what other's intentions are towards them

♂aquarius (11°, 23°) moon people have a lot of frustrating interactions online or among their friend group

♂5h mercury and/or sagittarius (9°, 21°) mercury people are rather flirty in this cycle

♂mercury positively aspecting saturn tend to indicate someone who is extremely determined and focused in this cycle especially in the areas these planets are located

♂capricorn (10°, 22°) venuses seem less receptive of others love during this period and are often more interested in providing/giving love to others

♂venus-neptune people have their rose colored glasses on this cycle (they ignore ALL the red flags)

♂mars negative aspecting jupiter people tend to have a lot of romantic drama in this cycle

♂scorpio (8°, 20°) saturn or aspecting mars/pluto people tend to hold huge grudges for this period

♂5h saturns often struggle with romances as they tend to end up in a lot of situationships and not a lot of relationships

♂1h ruler in the 4h or 9h often have a goal of moving during this cycle

♂3h ruler in the 2h often say the first thing that comes to their mind and they often can't stop themselves from saying what they are thinking

♂5h ruler in the 8h is a double edged sword: you might have a lot of great sex BUT you could also be forced to look at both your flaws and trauma in relationships

♂12h ruler in the 3h might start talking with a therapist this cycle

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[revenant-coining]

Noxastrnus

[ pt: Noxastrnus ]

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: black, black-blue, dark blue, blue, dark blue, black-blue, black. the first flag has a star-like overlay. End ID]

requested by anon

Noxastrnus: a gender connected to going to the beach during the night, the sound of the waves crashing, ancient ocean creatures, mermaids, pirates, sailing on a boat at night, deep quiet ocean, and star gazing.

Etymology: “nox”, latin for night, “astr(um)”, latin for star, “oceanus”, latin for ocean

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa

[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]

[neopronouns]

bacarilnox: a gender related to the feeling of being in the backseat of a car at night with no lights on aside from the old-fashioned dashboard lights

[pt: bacarilnox: a gender related to the feeling of being in the backseat of a car at night with no lights on aside from the old-fashioned dashboard lights. end pt]

for @canaryomenharbinger! the top two stripes represent the night, the middle three represent dashboard lights, and the bottom two represent cars/roads. the term is 'bac' from 'backseat', 'car', 'li' from 'light', + 'nox'!

tags: @radiomogai

flag id: a flag with 7 stripes. in order, they are very dark blue, dark blue, yellow-green, golden yellow, red, very dark grey, and near-black. in the center of the near-black stripe are four evenly-spaced light golden yellow rectangles, much longer than they are tall. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

dni link

[hungergameswho]

Hiii,

Call me Nox.

My pronouns: They/Them or She/Her.

I'm Sri Lankan Tamil, a closeted Bisexual and a part time wheelchair user.

I'm a hopeless romantic.

I'm currently in my "babes" and "my love" and "y'all' phase.

I'll probably say the occasional dankeshun despite barely knowing any German.

FANDOMS - TV shows, movies, books

The Hunger Games & The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins

Doctor Who (have only seen Nuwho so far, not Classic Who)

Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo (have yet to read the trilogy and KoS duology) (haven't seen the show yet)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan (been a while since I read them tbh)

Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan (been a while since I read them tbh)

The Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan (been a while since I read them tbh)

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan

Harry Potter

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

Good Omens (haven't read the book yet, only seen the show)

Ghosts (BBC)

A Court of Thorns and Roses (the whole series) by Sarah J Maas

Crescent City trilogy by Sarah J Maas (haven't read book 3 yet)

The Princess Bride (only seen the movie)

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (2019 movie and the book)

Five Feet Apart by Mikki Daughtry, Rachael Lippincott, and Tobias Iaconis

Maleficent (the 2014 and 2019 movies)

Merlin

Our Flag Means Death

Bridgerton (haven't read the books, only seen the show)

Scooby Doo (any of the variations tbh aside from the movies - there's so many I can't keep up)

The Selection series by Kiera Cass

How to Train Your Dragon (the movies and TV show, I don't think I properly read/finished the books)

Anne with an E

A Series of Unfortunate Events (TV show and books)

Sherlock (BBC adaptation) (only read the first two books)

She Ra (TV show)

The Umbrella Academy (TV show)

Stranger Things (TV show)

Divergent by Veronica Roth

Totally Spies

Big Hero 6

The Pirates of the Carribbean

Bungou Stray Dogs (haven't seen the anime or read the manga but my friend likes this fandom so yk what it's going on my fandom list)

MUSICIANS/BANDS I LIKE

Mainly

Taylor Swift

Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Anirudh Ravichander

Also

Ado

Anson Seabra

Sleeping at Last

AURORA

Banners

Billie Eilish

Fall Out Boy

My Chemical Romance

Harry Styles

Isak Danielson

Lewis Capaldi

Ruelle

Fleurie

Seafret

Hiphop Tamizha

Of Monsters and Men

Novo Armor

One of my fave THG posts below

Important TBOSAS post

DAILY CLICKS - 🇵🇸

[noxwithoutstars]

✧｡:*▹ Ferucanic

PT/ Ferucanic /PT end

ID/ A flag with eleven stripes. The middle is the thickest and the fifth and seventh are much thinner than the rest. Colors middle-out are dark blue, dark magenta, dark red, dull red, dull light orange, and pale yellow. /ID end

--

✧ Ferucanic is a gender related to gnawing, biting, snarling, canines, flesh, and blood.

✧ @caeliangel day 4 - cutesy or gorey

ID/ A white DNI with a panel of the manga Oyasumi Punpun with 5 kids doing a joint pose. Words are black on the right side: “DNI: anti- ‘contradictory’ labels, anti-mogai, terf, gatekeeper, anti-decolonization, believes ‘narc abuze’ is real, demonizes ‘scary/evil’ disorders + labels.” /ID end

[sinsmockingbird]

(2/2) (tho she might be a good guy???? she’s apparently fraud and all those sinners are clowns i can’t take any of y’all seriously lmao idk i hope so but wouldn’t mind if she turns out to be another walking but sexy red flag lmaooooo) a new daughter they’re gonna adopt in 0,5s and uhhh *reads smudged writing* yaoi lesbian’ 💀

Actually Yao is Limbo! At least my sources tell me that! So I get the feeling she's gonna be more like NOX- dark, tragic backstory but she's like a bunny I want to pinch the cheeks of and cuddle (I don't care if I get burned)!!

But you are so right about Fraud characters being so FUCKIN goofy!! Like I want to lovingly tease and bully them!!

[mogai-sunflowers]

noxnameic!

noxnameic-

a gender related to the name nox!

[Image ID: A flag with seven horizontal stripes, all equally thick except for the triply thick central stripe. From top to bottom, the colors are royal blue, black, navy blue, deep blue, medium turquoise, bright cyan, and white. In the center of the flag, cutesy script text reads “nox”. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by no one! tagging @radiomogai​​

[themculibrary]

Short Stony Fics Masterlist

5 Times Steve Was Insecure, + 1 Time Tony Was (ao3) - kenzithewriter E, 3k

Summary: 5 times Steve was insecure, starting with joining the Avengers, and continuing over time as his relationship with Tony progresses, and then +1 of Tony being insecure with Steve.

American Pie (ao3) - aven_garde E, 5k

Summary: There's a mission that requires Steve to strip down to his underwear. His American flag themed underwear. Tony is very interested.

approval (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Rhodes is coming to visit Tony for the weekend, and he's also meeting Steve, Tony's new boyfriend, for the first time.

Borderline (ao3) - nix_this E, 4k

Summary: Sex. With feelings. Also, fisting.

Caffeine, Otherwise Known as the Key to Tony Stark's Heart (ao3) - sol-nox (parasoling) T, 3k

Summary: A new coffee shop opens across the street from Stark Tower. Steve is the hot, sweet and predictably clueless owner. Tony tries to do what he does best.

cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark

Distraction (is a “D” word, so it’s okay) (ao3) - ChancreDoll M, 3k

Summary: Steve and Tony return to base after a terrible battle. Tony attempts to distract Steve from his grief with reason, sex, and finally his unique form of Tony Stark humor (and caring).

Flirt with Me (ao3) - holmesintardis E, 2k

Summary: In his own way, Steve finally comes to grips with Tony’s incessant flirting. Tony can’t say he doesn’t love Steve’s methods.

Hot for Teacher - ceealaina T, 3k

Summary: Tony is the established physics teacher, Steve is the truly terrible new guidance counsellor. It’s not quite love at first sight (but it’s a pretty close thing).

Just Come Home (ao3) - Pearl_Unplanned T, 3k

Summary: It had been four months since Tony had last seen his Alpha. It was supposed to be a normal mission, infiltrating A.I.M. But something must've gone wrong, because they'd lost all contact with Steve, the day he was supposed to be back. He was going to tell his Alpha the second that he was home that he was going to be a father.

Only, Steve didn't come home.

(Or pregnant Omega Tony is scared when his Alpha goes missing. When they do find Steve, four months later, he isn’t alone, and the Rogers-Stark family will never be the same.)

Lifesaver (ao3) - copperbadge G, 1k

Summary: Steve really, really hates being sick.

me and you +1 (ao3) - samandbucky N/R, 4k

Summary: Steve discovers that he's pregnant after the events of Civil War, but he doesn't get a chance to tell Tony because Team Cap is currently in hiding, and Steve can't risk calling Tony and getting the others in trouble. Steve is trying to get through the pregnancy, but it's hard when he doesn't have Tony around. He's grateful for Natasha and Sam's support, but it's not the same.

quiet golden shores (ao3) - JenTheSweetie M, 3k

Summary: A few months ago when Tony had thrown out casually, “You could always visit my place in the Caribbean,” Steve had asked if he meant a private island, and Tony had dismissed, “Nah, it’s just a compound on an isolated peninsula,” and Steve had been about to roll his eyes even before Tony added, “Private islands are excessive, I sold all of mine in the 90s.”

Stuck With You (Seriously?) (ao3) - Jaune_Chat E, 2k

Summary: Steve and Tony are drugged, captured, and wake up in a very compromising position. There's really only one way out. Sex.

In other news, Tony thinks the Avengers need better villains. ;)

Triple Date (ao3) - upquark T, 3k

Summary: Tony has a cunning plan to get a date with Steve. Darcy's in it for the food.

Unburied (ao3) - attenuata E, 3k

Summary: Steve and Tony meet up after a long time away from each other. Tony has been repressing all his feelings and when he sees some women try to hit on Steve at the bar they're at, he can't control his jealousy. Will he confess his attraction to Steve or just be a dick?

voglio sentirti (ao3) - lackluster_lexicon E, 4k

Summary: Steve returns to Stark Tower ten months after leaving Tony in Siberia.

Wanderer (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox M, 1k

Summary: Tony jerks away like he's awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor.

"You sleepwalked," Steve says, stating the obvious,"into my bed."

We're Going Off-Script (ao3) - ishipallthings T, 5k

Summary: “Or, maybe you just need practice?” Steve blinks at Tony’s question, confused. Maybe Tony needs more sleep than he thought. He’ll have to check with JARVIS.

“Practice - at dating?”

(Steve needs help in the dating department. Tony is happy to help out, because he’s a very good friend. That’s definitely the only reason.)

why stop now (ao3) - Zekkass E, 4k

Summary: Tony's an alpha, Steve's an alpha, they shouldn't work.

[blood-moon-night-coining]

Gendersymbolic Gender System

[PT: Gendersymbolic]

Gendersymbolic, a term for genders related to any form symbol. This will most commonly be for identity based terms.

[x]symbolic, a gender in the gendersymbolic gender system where someone’s gender is connected to the symbol from the term [x].

Please tag me if a term is made!

[Image IDs: Two flags with thirteen diagonal stripes. The middle one is much thicker than the others. The left one's colors from bottom left to top right are dark magenta, magenta, bright magenta that gradients to dark magenta, black in the middle stripe, dark blue that gradients to bright blue, darker blue, and dark blue. The right one's colors from bottom left to top right are grey, dark grey, grey, light grey, grey, dark grey, black, dark grey, grey, light grey, grey, dark grey, and grey. End IDs.]

(ID credits: @accessmogai nox)

[Tagging] @radiomogai and @accessmogai

[redacted-coiner]

Palworld Neptunic & Uranic

[PT: Palworld Neptunic & Uranic]

Neptunic and Uranic flags for those who enjoy the game Palworld. (Also referred to as Nox Neptunic and Celaray Uranic)

[Nox Neptunic ID: none yet]

[Celaray Uranic ID: none yet]

[Tag] @orientation-archive, @radiomogai, & @liom-archive

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag.

[infinity-terms]

SCENEANGELIC :

SCENEANGELIC — " a gender related to scenecore, angels, scene angels, etc. "

___ Flag 1 ID: *NEEDS ID*

Flag 2 ID: *NEEDS ID*

Flag 3 ID: *NEEDS ID* ___

ENTYMOLOGY:

Seen-An-Gel-IC

Scene- The type of aesthetic this flag / gender is related to.

Angelic- The type of creature represented.

Ic- Suffix related to xenogenders

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COINED BY: @infinity-terms REQUESTED BY: @the-nox-system

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