#oc: lyra black

[loosesodamarble]

Magic Knight Squad Robe Redesigns

A long time ago, I had the idea of redesigning the uniforms of the Magic Knight squads for the (many) next gen ocs that me and my friends have. I thought it would be fun for the squads to each have a unique article of clothing for the squads' uniforms, to make each group a little more unique beyond their colors.

With the help of my beloved friend Steph ( @cringeyvanillamilk ), that idea has now come to fruition! I commissioned her for all the art you are to see.

And modeling the redesigned uniforms are mine and my friends' next gen ocs.

Representing the Golden Dawn is @lyranova's oc, Alistar Vangeance.

For the Black Bulls is @eme-eleff's oc, Hikari Yami.

Wearing the Crimson Lion King's uniform is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc, Leonidas Vermillion.

From my own collection of ocs and representing the Blue Rose Knights is Dawn Faust.

The representative for the Aqua Deers is also my oc, Merel Faust.

The Silver Eagle's uniform is worn by @koneko-pi's oc, Avalinia Silva.

Representing the Coral Peacocks is @sailor-muno's oc, Bellini Fortuna.

Showing off for the Green Praying Mantises is @faewraithsworld's oc, Sullivan Vixen.

And the model for the Purple Orcas is another of @/faewraithsworld's ocs, Zoisite Ideale.

The CLK and GPM's uniforms have different versions that can be worn by the squad members. As seen below.

Thank you to Steph for taking my commission. And thank you to all my lovely friends for allowing me to turn your next gens into some gorgeous models!

Further notes about the uniforms below the cut.

Golden Dawn: they wear full body coats that are meant to be worn open. Squad members can have tassels added to their coats so they can be tied close if they so choose.

Black Bulls: they're not wearing leather jackets. It's standard fabric, that's all. Jacket length is somewhat adjustable though longer jackets are avoided to steer clear of having the same silhouette as the Golden Dawn.

Crimson Lion Kings: the sashes are sewn so that squad members don't have to wrap the fabric over their shoulder and around their waist every time they don their uniform.

Blue Rose Knights: it's a short cape already attached to a shirt. You'd just put it on like a regular shirt and hope that you don't get the cape in your face as you put it on.

Aqua Deer: it's a scarf, plain and simple. The ends of the scarf are to be a clean cut.

Silver Eagles: this squad retains the original form that a majority of the squad robes have in canon, a short mantle with an long cape attached. For the next gen's version, the fluff of the mantle was made a smaller component so that the feathers can be the main focus, instead of being mostly equal parts fluff and feather.

Coral Peacocks: a waist sash with the end of the fabric being shaped to resemble the tail feathers of a peacock.

Green Praying Mantises: arm sleeves that can just cover the forearms or cover the upper arms too. There's also a version with a slit in the sleeves in case there are squad members who don't want to wear the form fitting sleeves.

Purple Orcas: a vest with pointed hems reminiscent of the triangular shape of the squad robe worn by the previous generation. There are buttons on the vest so they can be worn open or closed to a squad member's preferences. (And most members tend to wear a shirt under the vest. Zoisite only wears his uniform this way because he can.)

[saturnville]

II. Whispers in the Halls

→ pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Lyra Ravenshroud (blackfem oc)

→ tags: @snowlandsontopp @babyzzlove @hlstead @rosewine-5 @unicornqueen05 @thegabbyh @neeville @fastlikealambo @urfavesim

→ reminder: reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

In the days following the inauguration, the Capitol buzzed with anticipation. Whispers of collaboration between President Snow and Senator Ravenshroud echoed through the grand halls, a symphony of intrigue that played beneath the veneer of political decorum. The sounds of whispers did not fall on deaf ears. She heard them gossipping about her connection to the president, about how they interacted, how their eyes lingered even when their mouths stopped moving. She refused to let it bother her, though. There was no way she would.

Lyra found herself immersed in a whirlwind of meetings and discussions, her advocacy for reform gaining momentum. The Capitol elite watched with a mix of curiosity and skepticism as she navigated the intricate web of politics. She could tell that the fight to get her agenda pushed would be a difficult one. The Capitol was heavy-set in their beliefs that the Districts were full of primitive and uncivilized beasts who were out to set the Capitol ablaze. It was her job to shift their mindset and bridge the gap. The Capitol was supposed to be the people's government. Not the tyrannical force that abused its constituents. Coriolanus, always several steps ahead, observed the unfolding dynamics with a calculating eye

One evening, as the Capitol bathed in the soft glow of artificial lights, Coriolanus sought out Lyra amidst the labyrinthine corridors. He found her in the Senate library, surrounded by the hushed tones of literature and the weight of impending change. In her hands was a 13th-century constitutional document from a nation on the other side of the world. The pages were old and ragged; the sound thick with every turn of the page. His eyebrows raised in astonishment. What was a young woman doing reading the Magna Carta for pleasure?

"Senator Ravenshroud," Coriolanus greeted, his voice cutting through the quiet ambiance. Lyra looked up from the ancient text in her hands, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "May I join you?"

"Of course, President Snow." Lyra gestured to the seat opposite her. Her hands scrambled to make room for him. She gently closed the book and placed it on top of the stack of other constitutional documents. The library, a haven of knowledge and secrets, became the backdrop for a conversation that would shape the course of their alliance.

As Coriolanus took his seat, he couldn't help but be drawn to the warmth in Lyra's eyes. He cleared his throat as he prepared to speak. "Your vision for reform has stirred quite the conversation in the Capitol," he remarked, his tone a careful balance between diplomacy and genuine curiosity. Coriolanus was a smart man. He found himself able to piece together her vision even though she had not fully shared the details. He was, too, a young spectacle with a plan for prosperity.

Lyra's brown eyes met his, and she leaned forward, her voice a measured cadence. "Change is often met with resistance, but it is a necessary catalyst for progress. The Capitol has the potential for a brighter future, one that reflects the needs of all citizens." The rehearsed political jargon would not work with her. She was too smart--street-wise and educationally, to fall for the propaganda and politically insensitive nonsense the Capitol spewed. If President Snow was so insistant on changing the way the government handled business, he'd have to be willing to actually promote change. It was a simple concept, she believed.

Coriolanus found himself captivated by the sincerity in her words. The dance of power, intricate and delicate, continued in the quiet corners of the library. The whispers in the halls were only the prelude to a symphony of change that awaited its crescendo.

The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that hovered like a veil. Coriolanus studied Lyra, the way her gaze held unwavering determination, and the tension became a silent agreement—they were players in a game of power, each understanding the moves and countermoves. Aware of the potential moves the other could make and prepared to shift the course of the game if necessary. Her jaw ticked slightly.

Lyra, unfazed by the weight of the room, broke the silence. "President Snow, your support is crucial for these reforms to become a reality. I trust that our collaboration will yield the changes the Capitol so desperately needs." Her tone suggested his lack of choice in the matter, which further sparked his interest. How bold she was, he thought, to make it seem as if her plans were concrete and could not be altered.

Coriolanus leaned back, his fingers steepled together as he regarded her. "Trust, Senator Ravenshroud, is a currency in short supply in the Capitol. What assurances can you offer that your vision won't crumble under the weight of political realities?"

Lyra's smile remained, but there was a glint in her eyes—a spark of defiance. "Assurances in politics are fleeting. That you should know, Mr. President. You were a mentor in the Games, were you not? But my commitment to this cause is unwavering. I believe that even the most entrenched systems can be reshaped with persistence and strategic alliances. That is, if you want the people of Panem to see that their leader is truthful and not a liar. The choice is yours, President Snow."

A sound fell from his lips. The mix of a chuckle and a scoff--she couldn't tell. Lyra was a powerhouse in the making, that he was sure of. She stood strong and did not waver when her ideas were challenged. Anyone else would have quivered at the mere thought of counterarguing with the President of Panem. But Lyra held no fear. It was like she saw himself on his level. And that was intriguing.

The tension between them, the subtle dance of words and glances, became the undercurrent of a partnership that teetered on the edge. As they delved into the intricacies of Lyra's role, the library witnessed a clash of ideologies—a clash that held the promise of change and the allure of something more.

With a quiet sigh, Lyra began to gather her things, "It was nice speaking with you, Mr. President. I look forward to discussing the plan and its implementation with you further. Enjoy your evening."

She was gone before he could reply. And he was left to himself with the whispers in the halls that grew louder and carried the echoes of a future yet to unfold.

[lyranova]

Hiya guys, so I found this picrew and thought it was really cute and @kalolasfantasyworld recommended I make it a tag game so, why not 😆? I decided to make YuNeva and Zerilliam with it, so HERE is the link and I hope you all have fun~!

Tagging: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @loosesodamarble @koneko-pi @funky-sea-cryptid @lunargrapejuice @vilandel and anyone else that wants to play!

[kasafusutan]

Claude deserves a happy family 😭

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hiya Lola, congrats on 100 followers! You really deserve them all with your amazing writing and art, also, it was just in time for your birthday! So it was also a little birthday present for you as well 🥰!

If I may be a little bit selfish; may I request a fic for YuNeva in the LPoL AU please 🥺? Thank you so much, and congratulations again 🥰!

Thank you Lyra! And yes it was a bit of a birthday gift for me 💕

Now I hope you enjoy mine ^^

I'm also explaining to everyone else, because I know I said x reader, but I simply didn't get the 3 x reader requests, so I decided why not trying to write something for Lyra's OC ship who I adore.

So thanks Lyra for trusting me with your precious ship. I hope I did them justice.

Let me present to you:

YuNeva in Let's Puck out Limits

(enjoy ^^)

It was by the end of the preseason, few days before their first tournament game that Yuno was gliding from one goal to another with just his puck and stick as companions. He needed to practice, needed to be faster as if wind if his attacks were going to work against Asta. 

For that reason Yuno was greatly focusing on his footwork, making sure that his crossovers were immaculate and they probably looked this way from the outside, but he knew that he was wobbling. Just as with one swift movement he made a wrist shot lifting the puck of the ice and putting it in the right upper corner of the net he heard the ice rink’s door open. Another person set their blades on the cold ice surface. 

He turned around recognising her platinum blonde hair tied in a low braid, fair complexion and a purple training set. A figure skating one. Her name was Neva. Yuno knew that much. His captain William Vangeance seemed to be some sort of a guardian to the girl and she was allowed to work on her figure skating skills whenever the rink was free. 

They passed each other quite a few times, exchanged curious, shy looks, but none of them ever spoke up. Yuno was not the first one to start a conversation and Neva did not seem any better. She started circling on the opposite side of the rink warming up and starting with some little jumps.

Yuno skated over to pick up the puck with his stick, but he could not peel his eyes of the figure skater… there was just something in the way she moved. How beautifully she glided on the ice, shining as if she was a diamond and her footwork… it was amazing. 

Maybe..?

Yuno turned his head to the side. 

“Not a chance,” he muttered and started playing around with the puck. He kept to his side of the rink.

However as the practice progressed he subtly gazed at the girl much more often, admiring her balance and skills. Neva was no better than he was, Yuno could sense her eyes turning to him from time to time, before lifting into a jump and finishing a sequence. That crossover was immaculate…

Yuno furrowed his brows determined. He was going to ask. If asking Neva to give him some footwork tips was what he needed to do to get better, he was going to do so. He gripped on his stick and skated over towards the girl.

“Hi,” he raised his hand shyly, because openly asking the girl was not his strong suit. 

Neva wobbled, clearly surprised by him initiating contact. She halted catching herself. Her platinum hair slightly covered her face. Her lips were pressed together. Then Yuno felt his breath hitch… because she looked up. He had never seen such pretty eyes before. They were a light hue of purple and they shone like two precious diamonds.

He blinked, not sure how to start, completely thrown off. 

“Hi,” Neva’s eyes were narrowed. There was a question in her gaze, but strained with a drop of mistrust. 

“Hi,” he repeated himself flatly, suddenly brought down to earth.

“Yuno, right?” The girl asked. 

“Yes and you’re Neva.”

This was awkward. Why was she looking at him this way? He had no ulterior motives for approaching her, there was no reason to feel this way. Yet for some reason his breath got stuck in his throat.

“Do you need something?” she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Your crossover,” he pointed at her skates. 

Neva looked up at him for the first time curious, not suspicious. 

“It was really good,” Yuno would brush through his hair if not for the helmet on his head. He finally raised his eyes at her. “I want to learn.”

“Learn..?” Neva blinked, not really following. 

“How to skate like you do… graciously,” he muttered.

“It’s not easy,” Neva straightened up, but she gripped her wrist with her hand. “Figure skating requires you to commit… sacrifice.”

“Will you teach me?” Yuno blurted out. 

He had no idea why he did it, but as silence prolonged he started to realize it was a bad idea. A very very bad one. After all, none of his teammates did not become friends with Neva for a reason right? He never understood it, but maybe she did not need friends. A perfect diamond, all on her own.

He turned away, gripping his stick. 

“Not a chance,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed away from the ice.

“Okay…” he heard a whisper. 

Yuno froze on the spot. He blinked surprised, before once again facing Neva. Her head now raised high and there seemed to be a challenge in her gaze. Purple eyes glittered beautifully. 

“I will teach you,” her voice was confident.

For some reason its sound made Yuno’s heart beat faster.

[tristarnova]

Lyra Rainudomn is the more mature older sister of the main antagonist, gofurias rainudomn, and a mage, just like goofy. Compared to her sibling, Lyra is not a kelptomaniac, and does actually have magic unlike her sibling, and is notably taller than him too. She is rather comically serious and is deadpan, compared to the other characters in yokei godneu, but she still has her comedic moments. However she is a strong magic user despite that, and lives in the mountains, with her fluffy witch outfit protecting her form the cold. Like her brother she is neutral, but unlike gofurias, how is neutral evil, she is true neutral, not really caring about any sort of alignment, not leaning towards chaotic or lawful, and doesn’t care about the fight between good and evil.

[notmeagain6]

Making up Diethel family drama wholesale because Takei is taking too long to update.

The Diethel twins have vastly different approaches on how to help their parents and uncle bring Jeanne back.

[ghostwritermia]

Chapter One, masterlist, Navigation

Safe. That’s how a home should feel. However, 12 Grimmauld Place, was anything but. That’s why, as many students were hesitant to leave home to go back to Hogwarts, the Black siblings were beyond relieved. 

They were finally getting to leave their cruel parents, and jump back into the warm embraces of their friends. Well, at least Sirius would. You wouldn’t be able to say the same for the twins. Lyra and Regulus had always been more reserved. Sure they had friends, but that didn’t mean that they ever opened up to them.

Lyra ran her brush through her hair one final time before tossing it into her crossbody, where she put her few stray items that needed to be left out for that morning. She quickly snapped it shut, and brushed down her skirt, making sure all her articles of clothing were in place before walking across the hall to Regulus’s room.

The young witch knocked twice before entering to find Regulus sliding into his coat. His gaze snapped to hers, his eyes instantly gaining a small amount of light. The most that could be had in this house without being reprimanded for it.

“Good Morning, Lyra Carina.” Regulus spoke softly, greeting his twin.

The corner of her lip upturned, not allowing anymore of a smile than that, knowing better than to. “Good Morning, Regulus Articulus.” 

It had been their greetings for each other for as long as they could remember. Never only their first names, never only the middle names. Always the first and middle.

“Allons à la maison?” Lyra quietly asked Regulus. She had always been the most soft-spoken of the trio of siblings. Regulus was quiet, but knew how and when to raise his voice, and Sirius was always just loud. 

“S'il te plaît,” Regulus responds back instantly.

Together, the twins looped their arms together, and walked down the hall a few doors, and without knocking, walked into their older, by only eleven months, brother’s room. “Time to get up Sirius,” The younger boy walked over, and pulled the cover off of the eldest.

He yelped in surprise when the chill of their cold home bit against his arms and legs. 

Taking a different route, Lyra walked over to the boy’s armoire, pulling it open and selecting a black long sleeve button up, black dress pants and his customized coat. Each sibling had one. All knee length, black, with silver threading, and stitched into the collar laid their initials. The two boys had on similar attires, except regulus wore a green shirt in contrast to his brother’s black. Lyra however, wore a silk long sleeved shirt, black skirt, black gloves, and her coat. And the thing each sibling despised the most? The shoes. Black dress shoes for the boys, and black heels for Lyra. Not a single article of their as they referred to it, “uniform”, and not a single hair out of place, or they would not be leaving the house without punishment.

Finishing off her task Lyra laid out her older brother’s shoes, before gently pulling him up out of bed. “Come on, are you not ready to leave here and get back to your merry band of marauders?” She asked in a mocking tone, which had him leaping from his bed and shoving his two younger siblings out.

The twins waited outside Sirius’s room for about five minutes before he came hopping out of it, while pulling his shoes on. The two sighed, before turning and heading down the stairs, mentally preparing themselves to face their parents.

Lyra and Regulus hit the bottom step, immediately met by their mother’s sharp gaze. “You two, look acceptable,” She hisses and waves her hand, motioning them off. “Sirius,” She greets sharply. “As good as it will get,” Walburga grits out.

The siblings let out a silent, collective sigh of relief. “Let’s go.” She demands. Their father meets the rest of the family by the door. Walburga grabs hold of the twins, and Orion tightly grips Sirius’s arm as they all apparate to the train station.

The family, of course, arrives earlier than everyone else, “At Hogwarts, the three of you are representing The Noble and most Ancient House of Black. Do not, let us down,” Orion hissed out. And without any more parting words, the parents apparate back home, leaving their three children in the silence of the empty platform.

As soon as they realize that they’re alone, Sirius pulls his two siblings into a hug, not having gotten two since the end of last school year, before they got off the train to go home.

As Lyra melts into the embrace, Regulus tenses for a moment before squeezing his brother and sister back with equal strength to Sirius. “I know that we’re in different houses, but promise we won’t cut off all communication?” Sirius mumbles as they part from the hug.

“Sirius, mother and father have spies everywhere. We’re not supposed to communicate at school.” Regulus replies, venom lacing his tone towards their parents.

Sirius scoffed. “Screw the old bats, they can’t control us.”

“No, Sirius, they can’t control you,” Lyra softly slips into the conversation. 

Sirius looked down to his younger sibling with a mixture of anger and sympathy swirling in his gaze. “Screw the old bats,” he said again. “We can at least meet in discretion. Make sure no one sees us, and no one follows us.” he reasons.

Lyra and Regulus lock gazes, having a silent conversation in a way that Sirius would never understand. They both nod after a moment. “Okay,” Lyra agrees. “We can do that.”

Sirius lets out a sigh of relief at that and then looks down to his watch, seeing that it was almost time for more people to start showing up. He exaggeratedly salutes the twins before gliding down a ways on the platform and leans against a pillar, for they siblings got sorted into different houses and are not supposed to interact on school grounds or in the public eye of classmates.

[heavnlyrogers]

lyra c. black // playing piano, frilly socks, fidgeting, sweet tooth, hiding smiles, summer, tree climbing, effortless charm, strawberries, birds chirping, star gazing, delicate jewelry

[derelictheretic]

OC KISS DAY 5: Lyra Fairbanks & Heather Lucille Valentine — A kiss between angels of death

thank you @florbelles for letting me draw our girls together !!

[loosesodamarble]

Eternal Nacht and Josele

The song "eternal" from the game Cafe Enchante has my heart and soul in a vice. I always thought it had the perfect vibes for Nacht and Josele which was cemented by @lyranova editing together this video.

(By the way, the art Lyra used in the video was something I commissioned from @crazycookiemaniac.)

And since I was feeling especially in love with my ship today, I decided to sit down and try my hand at translating the song. It's rough and probably not the most coherent translation but I love it.

The art, the sound of the song, the meaning of the lyrics, and most of all my ship. I love it all!

Now here's the translation I came up with:

Smiling together I nestle myself closer to you The distance between us disappears The hand you touched warms with fervent emotions

My unremarkable daily life takes on color The more I seek it out, the more profound it becomes I hope the warmth that fills my heart Will continue on forevermore

Enveloped in a downpour of dazzling joy If I'm with you, I can keep walking on The love that came to be The two of us, in this place With your love

Your trembling hand I gently and fully grasp it in my own I'll never let go of that hand I swear that in my heart

Simply put, I adore your natural smile I want to protect it with all my heart Tomorrow is something even more dear Your voice is resounding

Trembling with a longing, heartrending desire I won't forget those days I feel the time passing by We'll live our lives as one For your love

In the depths of those eyes that gaze into mine I search for the truth If we're together, then I'm certain we'll be all right Anytime, anywhere Oh, I love you so.

Enveloped in a downpour of dazzling joy If I'm with you, I can keep walking on I feel the time passing by We'll live our lives as one For your love Feeling it so deeply in that way Always in this place With your love This eternal place for just us two

[saturnville]

the hunger games universe

all pieces related to the hunger games universe.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. an intimate morning between coriolanus and linnea.

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. linnea and coriolanus attend a gala in the capitol where she becomes the center of attention, and coriolanus is not pleased with it. 18+ steam.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. coriolanus is announced as president of Panem with his wife by his side

𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. coriolanus and illia are in an arranged marriage. coriolanus seems like a decent man to the public, but behind closed doors, she sees a different side to him.

𝐧𝐨, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. illia finally decides to stand up against her husband and sets him straight. an: so, I liked where this was heading, so we're gonna continue it. and yes, we're going from yes to no.

𝐚 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. it's been weeks since their tense interaction, which has allowed coriolanus to ponder about his marriage with illia, and he begins to realize what he could lose.

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰. coriolanus lies to linnea about something major, resulting in a nasty disagreement.

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐈) (𝐈𝐈) (𝐈𝐈𝐈). while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town.

[lyranova]

[fandom-joiner]

*Everyone is giving advice to Harry*

Hermione: It's okay to ask for help.

Ron: You're not a burden.

Lyra: Murder is okay.

Hermione:

Ron:

Lyra: I mean... your feelings... matter?

Ron: *Giving her a thumbs up*

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