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Slytherin Students List
If you’re writing a fic and need Slytherin names for a certain year feel free to use this list.
Note: This list was created for my Slytherin! Harry fanfiction, The Snake Inside. This is a list of all the Slytherin students throughout the 7 years that Harry is at Hogwarts. I stole some names from the wiki and the rest were generated with a Victorian name generator. I aged down a couple characters that were listed on the wiki to have extra characters, and gave some background canon characters siblings. There should be at least 10 students in each year. I also designated who in my story is Head Girl/Boy or a Prefect, but if you’re just borrowing some names you don’t have to keep that part.
1991-1992
7th years – Gemma Farley (Head Girl), Merula Synde (Prefect), Harper Selwyn (Head Boy), Barnaby Lee (Prefect), Ernst Dolohov, Levy Holland, Caleb Avery, Elliot Gardiner, Emelia Steen, Velva Shackley, Della Cowen, Rose Eade
6th years – Ismelda Murk (Prefect), Aurora Yaxley, Alda Treadway, Ophelia Wood, Ivy Howe, Duncan Ashe (Prefect), Elijah Grimwater, Arthur Withers, Eldon Rookwood, Charley Beley
5th years – Felix Rosier (Prefect), Calvin Gibbon, Vern Synde, Arley Eade, Lyman Gardiner, Liz Tuttle (Prefect), Letitia Avery, Phebe Lawlor, Sadie Askew, Marie Connell, Marcus Flint (Quidditch Captain), Terence Higgs
4th years – Lucian Bole, Peregrine Derrick, Miles Bletchley, Gregory Grimwater, Lawrence Mulciber, Tabitha Bainbridge, Lucinda Selwyn, Annette McNab, Diane Carter,
3rd years – Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Darius Berrow, Fergus Cowley, Sadie Baldock, Zoe Accrington, Yurika Haneda, Amy Frome, Adelaide Yaxley
2nd years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow, Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey, Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
1st years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
1992-1993
7th years – Ismelda Murk (Prefect), Aurora Yaxley (Head Girl), Alda Treadway, Ophelia Wood, Ivy Howe, Duncan Ashe (Prefect), Elijah Grimwater, Arthur Withers, Eldon Rookwood, Charley Beley
6th years – Felix Rosier (Prefect), Calvin Gibbon, Vern Synde, Arley Eade, Lyman Gardiner, Liz Tuttle (Prefect), Letitia Avery, Phebe Lawlor, Sadie Askew, Marie Connell, Terence Higgs
5th years – Lucian Bole (Prefect), Peregrine Derrick, Miles Bletchley, Gregory Grimwater, Lawrence Mulciber, Tabitha Bainbridge(Prefect), Lucinda Selwyn, Annette McNab, Diane Carter, Marcus Flint (Quidditch Captain) 
4th years – Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Darius Berrow, Fergus Cowley, Sadie Baldock, Zoe Accrington, Yurika Haneda, Amy Frome, Adelaide Yaxley
3rd years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow, Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey, Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
2nd years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
1st years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier, Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington, Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
1993-1994
7th years – Felix Rosier (Head Boy), Calvin Gibbon, Vern Synde, Arley Eade, Lyman Gardiner (Prefect), Liz Tuttle (Prefect), Letitia Avery, Phebe Lawlor, Sadie Askew, Marie Connell, Terence Higgs
6th years – Lucian Bole (Prefect), Peregrine Derrick, Miles Bletchley, Gregory Grimwater, Lawrence Mulciber, Tabitha Bainbridge (Prefect), Lucinda Selwyn, Annette McNab, Diane Carter, Marcus Flint (Quidditch Captain)
5th years – Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey (Prefect), Cassius Warrington, Darius Berrow, Fergus Cowley, Sadie Baldock (Prefect), Zoe Accrington, Yurika Haneda, Amy Frome, Adelaide Yaxley
4th years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow, Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey, Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
3rd years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
2nd years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier, Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington, Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
1st years – Simeon Travers, Alfred Mcnair, Roy Wilkes, Edward Grimwater, Buck Higgs, Astoria Greengrass, Mazie Rookwood, Lettia Howe, Arie Daley, Winifred Mulciber
1994-1995
7th years – Lucian Bole (Prefect), Peregrine Derrick, Miles Bletchley, Gregory Grimwater, Lawrence Mulciber (Head Boy), Tabitha Bainbridge (Prefect), Lucinda Selwyn (Head Girl), Annette McNab, Diane Carter, Marcus Flint (Quidditch Captain)
6th years – Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey (Prefect), Cassius Warrington, Darius Berrow, Fergus Cowley, Sadie Baldock (Prefect), Zoe Accrington, Yurika Haneda, Amy Frome, Adelaide Yaxley
5th years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow (Prefect), Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey (Prefect), Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
4th years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
3rd years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier, Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington, Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
2nd years – Simeon Travers, Alfred Mcnair, Roy Wilkes, Edward Grimwater, Buck Higgs, Astoria Greengrass, Mazie Rookwood, Lettia Howe, Arie Daley, Winifred Mulciber
1st years – Mathew Flint, Edmond Rowle, Ernst Mcnair, Merle Ashthorn, Alec Davis, Elsa Vaisey, Annabell Bole, Anita Ross, Lorraine Vear, Elizabeth Gillis
1995-1996
7th years – Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey (Prefect), Cassius Warrington, Darius Berrow (Head Boy), Fergus Cowley, Sadie Baldock (Prefect), Zoe Accrington, Yurika Haneda, Amy Frome, Adelaide Yaxley
6th years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow (Prefect), Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey (Prefect), Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
5th years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott (Prefect), Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson (Prefect), Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
4th years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier, Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington, Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
3rd years – Simeon Travers, Alfred Mcnair, Roy Wilkes, Edward Grimwater, Buck Higgs, Astoria Greengrass, Mazie Rookwood, Lettia Howe, Arie Daley, Winifred Mulciber
2nd years – Mathew Flint, Edmond Rowle, Ernst Mcnair, Merle Ashthorn, Alec Davis, Elsa Vaisey, Annabell Bole, Anita Ross, Lorraine Vear, Elizabeth Gillis
1st years – Mitchell Wilkes, Lyman Runcorn, Walter Hopkirk, Clem Crabbe, Valentine Treadway, Therese Cowley, Lucia Derrick, Hannah Carson, May Heard, Georgia Nealy
1996-1997
7th years – Patricia Lynch, Aletha Farley, Flora Carrow (Head Girl), Hestia Carrow (Prefect), Adolphus Urquhart, Everette Vaisey (Prefect), Yatin Bhagat, Uchi Akimbo, Sebastian Daley
6th years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott (Prefect), Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson (Prefect), Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
5th years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier (Prefect), Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington (Prefect), Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
4th years – Simeon Travers, Alfred Mcnair, Roy Wilkes, Edward Grimwater, Buck Higgs, Astoria Greengrass, Mazie Rookwood, Lettia Howe, Arie Daley, Winifred Mulciber
3rd years – Mathew Flint, Edmond Rowle, Ernst Mcnair, Merle Ashthorn, Alec Davis, Elsa Vaisey, Annabell Bole, Anita Ross, Lorraine Vear, Elizabeth Gillis
2nd years – Mitchell Wilkes, Lyman Runcorn, Walter Hopkirk, Clem Crabbe, Valentine Treadway, Therese Cowley, Lucia Derrick, Hannah Carson, May Heard, Georgia Nealy
1st years – Maxwell Hopkirk, Holden Pyrites, Florian Withers, Graham Gillis, Gabriel Vear, Agnes Daley, Scarlet Turner, Rose Moore, Samantha Willoby, Penny Ledbury
1997-1998
7th years – Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott (Prefect), Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson (Prefect), Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis
6th years – Malorn Ashthorn, Nathan Rosier (Prefect), Raymond Pyrites, Jules Rowle, Harper Ross, Bridget Powall, Elizabeth Warrington (Prefect), Joan Accrington, Annis Berrow, Polly Barnett
5th years – Simeon Travers (Prefect), Alfred Mcnair, Roy Wilkes, Edward Grimwater, Buck Higgs, Astoria Greengrass (Prefect), Mazie Rookwood, Lettia Howe, Arie Daley, Winifred Mulciber
4th years – Mathew Flint, Edmond Rowle, Ernst Mcnair, Merle Ashthorn, Alec Davis, Elsa Vaisey, Annabell Bole, Anita Ross, Lorraine Vear, Elizabeth Gillis
3rd years – Mitchell Wilkes, Lyman Runcorn, Walter Hopkirk, Clem Crabbe, Valentine Treadway, Therese Cowley, Lucia Derrick, Hannah Carson, May Heard, Georgia Nealy
2nd years – Maxwell Hopkirk, Holden Pyrites, Florian Withers, Graham Gillis, Gabriel Vear, Agnes Daley, Scarlet Turner, Rose Moore, Samantha Willoby, Penny Ledbury
1st years – Grant Runcorn, Alex Sykes, Gideon Cowley, Titus Carrow, Bastien Morcott, Megan Rowstock, Hayley Quentin, Ursula Penkridge, Cassandra Frey, Miranda Travers
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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising’s friendship is tested.
(Cravendy Hound) It's not easy, but the three of them manage to hike back out of the Sylphlands without getting noticed, with Rising being dragged along on Crav's back. The trio finds their way to a Sylphic house and, with Rising's body laid out on the floor, are figuring out what to do next.
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli had done the talking, likely the only one here with any experience with the sylphs, and it had not been long before they had identified the plant responsible and secured the antidote. Now that it had been applied, there was nothing left to do but wait. In awkward silence. For a terribly long time.
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs taps her foot impatiently and, upon reaching the limits of the patience, whispers loudly to Riylli. "When's she gonna wake up?"
(Rising Lotus) Rising had still felt the world spin around her, even laid out on the floor with her eyes shut tight. Thing started to slow down however once the antidote was applied, eventually cracking one of her eyes open, the right amount of colors in front of her instead of every one of the rainbow. "Ugh..." she brought her hand to her forehead, rubbing it as she sat up.
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli had been leaning against the tree with her arms crossed, nervously picking at the dried paint on her arm. "...Should be- now, yes." The Miqo'te hopped up, stepping over to look down at Rising. "Good morning, how are you feeling?"
(Cravendy Hound) "Right. Ye think ye can stand?" Cravs fusses in the distance, keeping herself an arm's length from Rising.
(Rising Lotus) "Ngh... the dreams were the worst part..." she blinked a few times as everything seemed to be set in place instead of spinning now, wobbling a bit as she rose to her feet but otherwise looking stable. "Ngh... that's worse than when I went in that moldy city..."
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli pats the Roegadyn on the back. "This is why we don't mess around in Sylph territory... You're lucky they just like to mess with people for the most part."
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs tilts her head at the mention of a city, though there was plenty more she was curious about. "They're just dreams, they ain't real. But if ye've got a 'abit of stickin' yer nose in moldy places, then I've got a problem with that."
(Rising Lotus) "I 'spose so, saw some pretty neat colors  though." she glanced to Cravs. "Well that was before I joined up with Heartwood, an' I ain't gonna go there any time soon, was kinda neat though." she glanced to Riylli. "Where did we leave off before I started losin' it now?"
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli hesitated before letting out a sigh. "We were ABOUT to force Cravs to tell us what mess she's gotten herself into so we can help her. So... Hope you're feeling clear headed"
(Cravendy Hound) "Ye were about to do several backflips in a row." Cravs jokes. ".......don't listen to Riylli."
(Rising Lotus) Rising clenched her hands a few times as she watched them. "Honestly I feel more focused than normal, it's weird." At least the medicine didn't SEEM to have any adverse side effects. "Anyway yeah! You gotta tell us 'bout your mess!" she jabbed a finger in Crav's direction.
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli gives Cravs a rather unamused look. "...Y'better not try to run this time. Just gotta rip the bandage off, get it over with an' all that..."
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs lets out a tired sigh, head hung low. "Either I tell ye, or I don't and ye both'll still butt yer 'eads in my business, potentially messin' everythin' up." She sucks in air between her teeth, headache incoming. "Fuck."
(Cravendy Hound) "Last chance. Seriously, I won't care if ye leave me to my shit. There's...a lot, and I'm..." She trails off. "I'm sure ye don't see me in a positive light, but trust me, it can get worse."
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli lets out an annoyed huff. "Oh just out with it already! You know we ain't gonna leave you behind when you're in trouble, and unless you went on a killin' spree through an orphanage or somethin' I doubt we'll change our minds about bein' friends"
(Rising Lotus) "I ain't gonna talk to a loan shark with jus' Riylli, then get knocked out by some weird bandit, THEN get super blazed out of my mind in the Sylphwoods to back out now!" she said, almost a tinge of pride to this strange journey. "But yeah! You're my friend, our friend...and uh.." she starts to lose her steam a bit ".. I jus' want to help ya, an' don't want ya to leave, or have somethin' happen to ya.."
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs is taken aback by Riylli's earnestness, barbed as it may be. She looks between the miqo'te and Rising, frown trembling. How, and where, to start? Cravs is certain that if she speaks now, it'll come out all wrong. Instead, she reaches into her pocket and shows an empty tranquilizer cartridge to her friends.
(Cravendy Hound) The unique design of the ammunition leaves not an ilm of doubt. Either Cravs buys the same stuff as the bandit, or...she's saying without words, that they're one and the same.
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli just stares at the cartridge for a long moment, the hamster wheel in her head taking it's time to work out what it meant. Recognition eventually shone through in her eyes, and without a word the girl steps forward and slugs Cravs in the arm. "You ass! Y'know how long my head was achin' 'cuz of those things!? You better start explainin' or I'm gonna hit you again!"
(Rising Lotus) Rising clenches her fists as she sees the ammunition, her whole upper body starting to shake. She was gritting her teeth as she closed her eyes tightly. "Y-Y-You..." she said softly before her eyes shot open and stomped forward. "FUCKING ARSE" There were starting to get look at the tower they were in. "D-do you know how close I was to..." as she stared Cravs down her eyes were watering up as she looked to the side where her spear had hit Cravs. She turned away with a scowl as she started wiping eyes, streams of curses coming from her mouth about how stupid Cravs was.
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs instinctively moves her hand up to catch Riylli's punch. Worry flickers in her eyes as she forces her body to go slack, to let whatever hits that come next follow through. Hits, she can take. Rising crying in front of her, she can't. Worry turns to panic. "S-stop yer sobbin', alright?! Look, I can take a beatin'! Come on, show me what ye got."
(Cravendy Hound) "If it 'elps, I didn't expect any of you to be there. If I knew, I wouldn't 'ave attacked." She mutters.
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli changed it up upon gaining permission, kicking Cravs in the shin. "Rising almost killed you y'know! If I wasn't so busy takin' care of that kid you were supposed to be babysittin' you'd be dead right now!"
Rising Lotus seemed a bit more rattled if anything. "It would've of mattered if I got you where I was aiming!" she snapped back, sniffing hard as she kept her her gaze away from the two. "An' Riylli could've bashed your head in with a rock!" she brought her hands to her face, holding them there for a few moments to try and deal with this angry sobbing.
(Cravendy Hound) "Ow! Shit, 'ow do ye kick so 'ard with sandals?" She groans. Eyes downcast and pain radiating from her leg, she talks to the floor. "...Pah, I would've hung on. I won't die. Not until I've exposed Mindred for the bitch that she is."
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs straights back up, ready to take another hit if it's coming. "Mindred's the one hasslin' Baldur, and I won't rest till I see 'er suffer."
(Riylli Aliapoh) "'Cuz I practice!" Riylli states, quite confidently. "Wait, that's not the point! Why didn't you just tell us? We coulda all jumped her durin' our meeting if you had actually came with us and just explained she was the one behind it!"
(Rising Lotus) "Cause we would've been put to the gallow if we did that." she sniffled a bit more as she turned around, eyes still looking a bit teary but most of her crying under control. "Those types of folk have strong connections, there's a reason why they can keep gougin' people with out gettin' caught."
(Cravendy Hound) "What, without evidence?! 'ave ye two on 'er bad side too? I thought if I wasn't with ye two, she'd get the idea that I ditched ye." Cravs growls back. "She knows who 'Singing Gull' is, alright? Shits gonna spiral, and I didn't want ye both involved anymore."
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli crossed her arms. "Plenty of ways to get around that... Like, for starters, not givin' her our real names!" The Miqo'te shifted her glare back to Cravs. "And that still doesn't explain why you were tryin' to rob her caravan, or collecting drugs out in the Sylphlands."
(Rising Lotus) "Well we're past that..." she sighed. "Which means trouble might be comin' our way anyway if she thinks we're connected someway.." she takes a deep breath, grumbling afterwards. "So like it or not we're involved whether you like it or not. You planned this horribly." she rubbed her eyes a bit more to get hopefully the last tears out.
(Rising Lotus) Not one but TWO chances to like it or not! Look I'm tired xD))
(Cravendy Hound) "I attacked cause I needed to find some dirt on 'er, and I did...but I found the worst kind." Cravs looks to the side. "I'm friends with some bandits that get their goods illegally, and Mindred trades with 'em. So I'm was tryin' to find a way to prove 'er criminal ties -without- gettin' the bandit friends caught too."
(Cravendy Hound) "So I'm 'ere to find somethin' she can't resist. I guess ye can say I'm plannin' on plantin' evidence."
(Cravendy Hound) "There's always a bad apple in the bunch, but that don't mean the rest is spoiled. I figured...she'd think that way about 'eartwood. Shit, I didn't think this through, okay?!"
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli stares at Cravs for a moment, then tilts her head. "...You're friends with bandits? What kind of banditry are we talking..."
(Rising Lotus) Rising groans. "We need to figure out where to go from here.. otherwise we're jus' gonna run into more trouble... I jus' don't know what the in the hells to do, everything seems like it's in such a damn mess."
(Cravendy Hound) "Not just friends." Cravs turns away, hair obscuring her face as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest. "Ye could call me their.....organizer. Leader. Fuck, it was a mistake, okay? But when piratin' became outlawed, I was mad as 'ell!"
(Cravendy Hound) "It /is/ a mess. Oy, I warned ye." Cravs quips. She combs her bangs back with her hand and then groans into the sky.
(Riylli Aliapoh) "A bandit LEADER?" Riylli's eyes widen, though she seems more surprised than upset. She brings a hand to her head. "Alright, hold on, one thing at a time... What kind of banditry. Stealing? Killing? Kidnapping?"
(Rising Lotus) "So we got these bandits that we need to protect, while provin' that Rot is doin' somethin' bad, all while also helpin' Baldur out."  she rubbed her temple "What was your plan than with this toad goo?"
(Cravendy Hound) "It's more like a loose coalition of salt-eatin' pirates who want to relive the good ol' days. So, uh.......w-well." She puts a hand over her mouth. "What matters is that I 'aven't 'ung out with 'em since joinin' 'eartwood."
(Cravendy Hound) "The toad goo's like gold to a spice trader. So, after plantin' some kind of tracker in it...I was gonna give the goo to Dirtpatch, tell my bandit friends bout it, and wait till it got traded back to Mindred. Then, Dirtpatch could use it as proof that she gets 'er shit illegally."
(Cravendy Hound) "I was gonna take precautions to make sure Dirtpatch doesn't get raided or anythin'!"
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli kept her arms crossed, now tapping her finger impatiently. "You're avoiding my question... Are these really people you should consider friends..?"
(Cravendy Hound) "They're angry, they're stupid, but yeah, they're my friends. Look Riylli, I was one of them! Maybe I still am." Cravs spits out, self-loathing dripping from her words. "And if ye put two and two together, maybe ye'd know why Baldur 'ates me so much."
(Rising Lotus) "..Oh..." she looked away. "...It was in the back of my mind, from the little I knew about Wyda...but I thought it was jus' a coincidence." she let out another sigh, this day was full of long sighs. "So that's your interest in him then? Makin' up for killin' his pa?"
(Cravendy Hound) "Yeah. I set this all off. So I gotta make it better."
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli continued tapping her finger for a long time, indecision clear on her face as she tried to come to some sort of conclusion. "You don't... have to be one of them. Not if you don't want to be..." She offered, letting out a sigh and rubbing the back of her neck. "I know it aint that easy... Just... Don't think of yourself as a lost cause, okay?"
(Rising Lotus) Between the strange substance she had inhaled, the cure, and now all of this, Rising was looking particularly exhausted. "I don't know if it's a good idea to involve Dirtpatch, I'm sure they'd find a connection to Heartwood, an' I'm sure by now they figured out we have ties there. I don't really got any better ideas though. At least not right now."
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs blinks, touched by Riylli's sentiment, and then sends her a worn out smile. "I /am/ a lost cause. But that won't stop me from tryin' to make use outta the life I've got."
(Cravendy Hound) "Mindred already knows I'm at 'eartwood, but I'll do everythin' in my power to make sure that I'm the only one to face the music." She looks to Rising now, for the first time making direct eye contact with her. Then, to Riylli. "I'm doing my best, but it might not be enough. Might grow outta this, might not. Even still, would ye watch over me?"
(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli frowns, then proceeds to kick her in the shin yet again. "Idiot! You're my friend, and I don't let anyone talk like that about my friends!" She shoots Cravs an annoyed glare, then pulled back to plant her hands on her hips. "Of course we'll watch over you! We'll figure this out together and get you out of this mess."
Rising Lotus broke eye contact with Cravs fairly quickly after their gazes met. " Yeah, I mean I'm involved an' all. We should probably think of a better plan, or work it out or somethin' though." she shrugs weakly, keeping her distance from the duo. "Sleep on it or somethin' I dunno... I kinda jus' wanna be alone for a bit."
(Cravendy Hound) "OW! Damnit, the same shin too?" Cravs jumps up and hugs her leg into her chest. But, despite the physical pain, she mostly feels relieved. While she wasn't off the hook yet, the fact that her friends didn't immediately disown her despite knowing about all this baggage...it was nice. It was really nice.
(Riylli Aliapoh) "You better get used to it, I'm gonna keep kickin' you 'till you learn to trust us!" Riylli said, grinning at the threat. She turned to Rising, looking her up and down. "...Yeah, you probably deserve a rest after that Sylph cocktail. I'll talk to Ava, see if she can come up with anythin' to help. I'll leave your names out of it though, don't worry!"
(Cravendy Hound) Cravs sends Rising a worried look and wants desperately to comfort her. But maybe she's the cause for Rising's discomfort? Unwilling to take chances, she just sort of stares longingly at the other woman.
(Cravendy Hound) "Bugger me, I better buy some proper leg guards then..." Cravs shoots back at Riylli. "And yeah, ye do that. No more bad dreams though, ye 'ear?"
(Rising Lotus) Rising weakly shrugged again, turning to start to leave the Sylph tower. "We can meet again soon an'd plan things out, figure out a way to get her an' everything." she sounded quite drained, but nonetheless hurried on her way off without so much as a wave.
(Cravendy Hound) Though Cravs had thought otherwise, the trio’s friendship has survived the truth. Burdens shared and a chance given - one that Cravs was determined not to squander. The three of them would eventually leave the woods with much to muse over on their own.
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gaymingbinosaur · 3 years
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Oc aesthic tagged by @herald-divine-hell sorry it took so long. I was hyperfixating on Skyrim. But now I got a random burst of energy so I went over board
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Nichole Trevelyan
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
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dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Evie Trevelyan
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Miaara Oryn
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Reyla Oryn
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Valvin Oryn
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Madossa Oryn
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
Rivyre Nighthollow
and my new oc so I can try and figure her out more. 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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cloakoflame · 4 years
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𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋:   tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds.   ponytails.   sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.  black and white reruns.   huge sweaters.  the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:   freckled skin.   the sun rising.  watching the sea.  taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons.   tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.   staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.  worn paperbacks.   messy braids.   going to bed with your kneesocks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄:  dark hair.   a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs.   high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces.   dim room lights.   colorless photographs.   fancy furniture.   pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.   dark shades of lipstick.  
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋:  chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup mug.   laced clothing.  modern architecture.   light hair.  watching the view from the terrace.   hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume cologne. breakfasts in bed.   reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂:   compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses.   reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair.  carpeted floors.  attending operas.  faint music playing in the background.  staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.  streetlights.   picking flowers.   dancing around in silk dresses.   scented candles.
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kjeragwarlord · 4 years
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bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.
                                𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city.  unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
                               𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
                                𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
                                𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
                                𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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prodigiousvisions · 4 years
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era aesthetic. ft: rosaelie.
tagged by: @reflectionbound​​ tagging: you!
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                             >> 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋. << tired eyes.  coffee stains on the table.  listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds. ponytails.  sunlight seeping through the curtains.  chapped lips.  walking barefoot across the floorboards.  dusty dictionaries.  black and white reruns.  huge sweaters.  the ticking of the clock.  hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.
                            >> 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. << freckles.  the sun rising. watching the sea.  taking shots of the city.  historical museums.  bright eyes.  looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons.  tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.  staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.  worn paperbacks.  messy braids.  going to bed with your kneesocks on.
                            >>  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄. << dark hair. a little sophisticated.  always observing the world around you.  intricate designs.  high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.  dim lights.  colorless photographs.  fancy furniture.  pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.  bitten nails.  candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.
                            >>  𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. << chandeliers.  the clinking of a teacup mug.  laced clothing.  modern architecture.  light hair. watching the view from the terrace.  hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building.  botanical gardens.  old films.  ancient marble sculptures.  expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed.  reading stories about mythology.
                            >>  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂. << compassion. short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses.  reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair.  carpeted floors.  attending operas.  faint music playing in the background.  staying under the covers until midday.  the night sky.  streetlights.  picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.
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give ‘em hell, darling
Chapter Three—Step 2
Uriel makes an example out of Aziraphale.
CW for descriptions of body horror. (Read it here on ao3!)
Aziraphale had forgotten how absolutely clinical Heaven was.
The air had a sterile tastelessness to it that laid heavy on his tongue. Everything was an inoffensive gray, white, or beige, or possibly a daring khaki. Every building was made of polished and unblemished marble and cut perfectly into either cubes or a strange design that, in the human world, would be called ‘modern art’ and then be scoffed at for being labeled as such. There were no decorations to be found. Fountains of holy water and nature were the only exceptions and both were native only to the living quarters of the good human souls that had made it up here. The angelic HQ had no need for such lavacious things. 
Crowley was right about the smell of bleach. Aziraphale hadn’t noticed it before, but it was everywhere, soaking into the cold, cold stone and purging any disease from its purity. It stung his nose and reminded him of the ghastly stories of hospitals that took patients in with no intention of allowing them to leave again. It made him yearn for the metallic smell of rain, the belching fumes of gasoline, the rich, the faintly sweet smell of his leather-bound books, oh his books. He missed them dearly. He missed Earth dearly. And he had only been here for a couple of minutes.
Aziraphale was beginning to feel that he had made a mistake turning himself in so easily. 
He shifted his wrists beneath his tightly bound cuffs. Upon Aziraphale’s arrival, Uriel had bound them and his wings as well so that if he tried to go back down to Earth, he would fall and reach terminal velocity before becoming angelic paste on the pavement. He didn’t use his wings to literally fly from Earth to Heaven or vice versa, but he required their Holy presence to properly go to and from the two places. That being said, he had an extremely painful cramp that was seizing up his entire left side, and he very much doubted he could convince Uriel to loosen the cuffs on his wings so that he may stretch them out.
Speaking of Uriel. That was a rather wicked looking dagger they had.
“What is it?” Their face was a perfectly cut mask of cool indifference, as per usual. But something about it looked pleased at Aziraphale’s discomfort.
“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Aziraphale said quickly. He glanced away, warily watching the dagger out of the corner of his eye. It was made of some pulsating purple-black material that hissed and bubbled and dripped with something that clearly disagreed with being in such a holy space. He could feel its tarlike aura molding itself onto his, trying to capture as much as it could before drowning it. It made him feel a bit nauseous. It was a mystery how Uriel could hold it at all, even with the glove.
Aziraphale tensed and untensed his arms, trying to relieve some of the pain. “Erm,” he said awkwardly. “That’s a fascinating... knife you’ve got there. Is it new?”
Uriel hardly spared him a glance. “It was specially commissioned from the Hell Forge just for you.”
“I-I see.” Aziraphale swallowed and inched further away from the blade. It appeared Crowley had been correct. Again. Aziraphale should really start to heed his cautiousness more often. You’d think he’d be a little less uppity about it, especially after six thousand years. He bit his lip and hoped Crowley was doing alright without him. 
He tried to distract himself by flicking his eyes to a familiar cityscape. He took in skyscrapers and apartment complexes gleaming in the too-bright sunshine. They stretched their bony structures and scraped an ivory intrusion against the pure blue sky, punctuated by painting-like clouds. Rain was a rarity, yet a rainbow arched gracefully above it all, its colors bold and bright in a way they never would be on Earth. This felt incredibly ironic to Aziraphale. The rainbow had been made for humans after the Almighty had demolished the entire population of Mesopotamia and then some. It was a gift, a promise, to never let it happen again. Shouldn’t that have been proof enough that the whole Written Plan about the Apocalypse was a load of old tosh? Humanity was not meant to come to an End. And here was Heaven using Her promise as a minute detail to a perfect picture.
Aziraphale felt a venomous critter of disgust creep through him. He smiled thinly. “Lucky me.”
“Yes. Lucky you.”
He decided Heaven’s imitation of Earth’s atmosphere was not for him. He focused instead on the floating Globe lazily spinning in the middle of the floor. It felt like yesterday that he was being berated by the Quartermaster as he dipped his finger into the little brown-green patch that was England. He desperately wanted to relive that moment right now. In fact, his finger actually twitched in a desperate attempt to flee, despite being fully aware of what would happen if he did.
He wondered what was going to happen if he didn’t. They’d been standing here for a good ten minutes now and had not moved. “Pardon me, but could you perhaps enlighten me of my fate?” he said, allowing a bit of a plea to slip into his voice. “I am your prisoner. I’d like to think I have a right to know.”
“You’d be wrong.”
Well then. So much for that. Aziraphale pressed his lips together and nodded. Questions still bounced uselessly around his head like the balls inside of a bingo wheel. He picked whichever one popped out first. “What is it that we’re waiting for?”
Uriel finally looked at him, but he almost wished they hadn’t. “Your cell is being prepared. You need to stop asking questions.”
Heaven has a prison? thought Aziraphale. What was the point of that? Why would anyone need to be punished if they, with himself and his Fallen brethren as the exceptions, could do no wrong? Perhaps humans could still be a bit rowdy.  
Or maybe they merely made one just for him. They made a dagger just for him. A room didn’t feel like that large of a stretch. 
Uriel’s chin came up slightly as though they were listening to something. Aziraphale turned his head about, but didn’t see anyone, until he noticed the earpiece place snugly on Uriel’s head. They were silent for a few more seconds. Then they brought a finger to their ear and said, “We’re on our way.” Then, to Aziraphale, “Follow me.”
“Wh—I demand you tell me where we’re going first!”
Uriel barked out a wrathfully amused laugh. “You’re in no position to be making demands. Come.”
They began to walk away. Aziraphale followed them after a hesitant moment.
Together they went down stairwell after stairwell, through hallway after hallway. Every place was strangely devoid of life. Aziraphale peered into offices as they passed by—not a single soul. No one at the desks, no one bustling back and forth with a clipboard, not even a single friendly conversation. The only sounds were the colliding echoes of their footsteps: Uriel’s, firm thuds from the heel of their boots, Aziraphale’s gentler shuffles from his loafers. Apprehension and curiosity began to struggle beneath his skin, straining for answers. He swallowed them down and tred on.
They finally made it to the first floor after what was paradoxically a short eternity and thirty seconds. Uriel went straight for the sliding doors without a single glance back. Either they were confident Aziraphale would not make a harebrained escape attempt, or—no, Uriel was quick as a whip, and could be as dangerous as one, too. Especially with that dagger. Aziraphale wouldn’t be going anywhere. He trudged after Uriel, trying to keep his gaze from drooping to the ground for too long. They went through the sliding doors and Aziraphale—
Aziraphale… stopped.
Because before them, stretching for miles and miles and miles, were millions of angels. The ground and sky were swallowed up by grey suits, white dressed, five thousand all-seeing eyes staring in directions that could never be named. A cacophonous mix of true forms melding around corporeal forms lit up space in impossible colors and shapes. Heat and cold lived as one, light and dark, unified and separate. All types of heavenly creatures from raging seraphim whose being swelled and engulfed everything in a five hundred meter radius to a ninth rank angel who was dwarfed in comparison and everything in-between was there. 
And every single one was staring at Aziraphale. 
Stupefied, he could only manage, “So that’s where everyone went.”
The front of the crowd swelled towards him at his words, taking him in, picking him apart, like a greedy ocean tide lapping at the soles of his feet.
“That’s the traitor?” murmured a Throne. “He doesn’t look it.”
A buzz of agreement rose and fell. Some were even dubiously daring to dart their gaze back and forth between him and Uriel. He could feel it too—the strange mix of righteous anger and unyielding love, yet doubt was melting holes into that steely resolve. Aziraphale coaxed a weak smile to his face. Perhaps—perhaps Heaven had some hope.
“Shut it,” snapped Uriel. Evidently, they were not pleased with the reaction. “Don’t you feel it? This is who sabotaged the Great Plan. This is who turned God’s Will into something of his own creation.”
A few Powers shared a glance. “Do you… want an answer?” said one, very carefully avoiding the word “honesty.”
A nearby Cherub bristled, its interlocking wheels made up of nonexistent planes of existence spinning faster in agitation. This is who renounced God’s will, it howled, their celestial voice resonating from every atom and screaming into every angel’s head, this is who twisted the Great Plan and put Her plans to ruin! This is he who turns his back on the Almighty!
And just like that, the crowd shrank away from Aziraphale, hissing like water on a burning skillet. Uriel smirked and strode into the crowd. It slowly parted around Uriel at first, but as Aziraphale reluctantly went to follow, it shot away as if he were poison. Which, if Heavenly propaganda was up to its old standards, he may as well be.
“There is hope for you yet!” shouted a fellow Principality as he passed. “Renounce, and God’s Love will shine on you once again!”
Aziraphale cringed but did not allow his head to bow in shame. He resolutely kept his eyes up. They couldn’t possibly know what had really happened on Earth. They couldn’t possibly really know Earth. Humanity. He could forgive them.
“Look upon the grayness to his being? He has been tempted to Sin by that demon! Oh, for shame, for shame!”
They didn’t know what a wonderful creature Crowley was. He could forgive them.
“Save him, save him!”
They didn’t know.
“O Lord, bestow upon your lost child the sight to see what is good and just once again…”
He could forgive them.
Aziraphale walked on, and on, and on, walked on through the jeers, walked on through the judging glares, walked on through the tears. The anger was overwhelming him, but he couldn’t tell if it was his own, or simply what he was absorbing from twenty million angels. The tide returned and snared his ankles. It felt like drowning in a boiling sea. Foaming waves dragged his struggling body away from the safety of the shore, tossing him out to churning open water and plunging him deep, deep down into seething depths. Reaching for air wasn’t possible—it was burning too. It forced its way into his mouth and began to broil his insides, setting his very heart aflame. His skin blistered and popped, liquified salt poured into his wounds before he could heal again, taking him apart one quark at a time, until—
“All I have done!” roared Aziraphale, his cuffs humming as they strained to keep his wings from flaring out. The tears on his face steamed up as soon as they touched his flesh. “All I have done is love humanity just as She commanded me!”
Uriel spun around, an ugly rage marring their face. “You went against Her Written Plan!” they bellowed back, dagger jabbing closer to him with each word. “Did She not command that, too?”
“It never was Her Ineffable Plan!”
A collective gasp went up. Heaving, Aziraphale spat, “Or did Gabriel fail to mention that, too?”
The jury of Heaven fell completely silent. Uriel worked their mouth. Aziraphale closed his eyes and desperately tried to control the solar flares leaping from his body. When he reopened his eyes, it was to the sound of Uriel stalking forward, taking Aziraphale by the front of his shirt, and hissing, “We’re going.”
And then they were in a new room. The audience had vanished but their voices echoed again and again. Aziraphale wrenched himself away from Uriel and stumbled back. In the same instant, Uriel disappeared again, leaving him alone.
Like most of Heaven, the room was composed of white. The only color was the golden sigils engraved into the marble walls and himself. He noted with some hysterical despair that the room had nothing in it to fill the space—no beds, no tables, no windows, not even a chair. And, like most of Heaven, it was very cold.
There were no such things as shadows here, no creases in the corners to indicate there even was a corner. He could not tell when one wall ended until another one began. It all stretched into an everlasting white expanse wherever the golden sigils were not present. He sighed; the sound barely made it off his lips before it fell dead. The gazes of the sigils bore down on him, waiting to see what he would do. He closed his eyes against them; they felt too much like what amalgamation waited for him outside.
Quietly, Aziraphale knew this would not last. He remembered the first few angelic beings who doubted his crime. There must be more beyond them. The Cherub had gotten everyone riled up, Aziraphale included. That was simply how Cherubs were. He had seen Uriel’s face when they did not immediately denounce him; clearly, something was incorrect about how they thought Heaven really was. He swiped away another tear and struggled to steady himself with one, two, three shaking breaths. Under better circumstances, perhaps they would have listened. 
There was hope yet. He was not alone. He firmly held on to that thought as he knelt down and wept.
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csinickstokes · 5 years
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22 Things
Tagged by: @mutatedsilverunicorn 💜💜
Nickname: Emmy
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Height: 5'3"
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (I've never read or watched HP shh)
Last thing I goggled: Would you believe it was George Eads? 😅
Favorite Musicians: Peter Frampton!#1, Guns N Roses, Fleetwood Mac (pretty much any 80s rock band), Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, Jake Owen, Thomas Rhett, Chris Stapleton, Enrique Iglesias, Lady Gaga...
Last Song I Listened to: "Old Town Road" by Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus 😉
Song Stuck in My Head: see previous, that song is my jam
Followers: 247 (mainly porn bots 🙂🙃)
Following: 159
Amount of Sleep: Usually like seven to eight hours a night (but it's never long enough to give me good dreams)
Lucky Number: 7
What I'm wearing: tank top with lemons on it and sweats
Dream Job: I want to own my own business flipping and designing houses
Dream Trip: Somewhere in the mountains, like Canada or Alaska
Favorite Food: Pizza, red velvet cake, fries, and Mountain Dew
Instruments: I have no musical ability whatsoever, I can play the radio and that's it (did I just make a dad joke?? 😂 I'm turning into Jack! 👍👍)
Languages: English (with a Southern accent and dialect)
Favorite Song: "High Enough" by the Damn Yankees and "Do You Feel Like We Do" by Peter Frampton are my forever favorites
Random Fact: I'm distantly related to the late actor and comedian, Robin Williams 💛💛
Aesthetic: Flannel blankets, thunderstorms, lemonade, camping under the stars in a mountain meadow, wild roses, silver jewelry, rose gold, fresh rain
Tagging: @becauseimawinchester @underdefined67 @imnot-typical-92 @jencsi @jackdalton51 whoever else wants to do this 💙💙
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Sacrēd Circles ꩜ by Artist Rose Eads
No.71 + 73 .:. shop now
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hexedknight · 5 years
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*     ERA  AESTHETICS     !
tagged :   by @absrbs  thank you !  tagging :  @purrpetrator @puazo @biirdbone @emugis @daayaan @droidhunt @faruqs @fatalcupid @catwomna @guiltspelled @lastofmars @akbarasghar @achrnsrbrth @droidhunt @icarusraised @brutlist @hackeriot
MEDIEVAL      ——          tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.  unmade beds.   loose ponytails.  sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns.  huge sweaters.   the ticking of the clock.  hearing birds in the morning.   fireplaces.   falling asleep during class.
RENAISSANCE   ——            freckles.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.   taking shots of the city. historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons.  tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.   staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.   worn paperbacks.   messy braids.  going to bed with your socks on.
BAROQUE        ——            dark hair.  a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you.  intricate designs.  high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim lights.   colourless photographs.   fancy furniture.   pale skin.   hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room.   mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.
CLASSICAL      ——            chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup.  laced clothing.  modern architecture.   light hair.    watching the view from the terrace.  hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning.  wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens.   old films.  ancient marble sculptures.  expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed.   reading about mythology.
ROMANTIC     ——           compassion.   short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses.  reading collections of poetry late at night.   loose hair.  carpeted floors.   attending operas.  faint music playing in the background.   staying under the covers until midday.   the night sky.   streetlights.   picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.
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cheualier · 5 years
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———♚ era aesthetic game!!!
TAGGED BY: @nullcfied ♥ TAGGING: @reigningsniper, @decernimus, @iskariotes, @ofichinose, @assassincraft, @daimnas, @ltcolonelhughes, @betterhealing, @conflagrationisms
** Rules : **  bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.
                             𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
                            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums.bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
                             𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
                             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning.wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble. sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
                             𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.streetlights.picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
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alyssa-ward · 6 years
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Making a Warlock Part 3
Part 2 can be found >Here<
Age 22
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Alyssa sits at a desk in the little cottage in Hillsbrad.  The sound of rain pattering on the roof makes up the soundtrack to her evening, accompanied by the young woman’s humming as she sorts through objects on the desk.  She picks up a clump of dirt and ash, scraping away the worst of it with a nail, before picking up a fine soft brush to begin carefully clearing away the rest, slowly exposing a key with a Gilnean Rose design carved into the metal.  “Got a pretty one.”  Remy says, as he comes to rest hands on her shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.  “Oh, and the key isn’t so bad either.”
Alyssa lightly bats at his hand, but turns up to him with a fond smile, and lets lips meet his, closing eyes for a moment as she savors the tender lingering kiss with her love.  “Got a lot t’go through out o’the last trip.  Good thing too, m’not lookin’ to ‘ead through those woods with this storm.”
“Looks like it’ll be a good few days at least,” Remy agrees.   “Bit worried about the garden.  Guess I’ll have t’brave that weather t’make sure we still eat well.”  He teases.  Their stores are good, they’ve stocked up well throughout the year, both from the occasional trader who makes it this far north, and from exchanging goods with the few other stubborn little farmsteads that have refused to leave even after the loss of Southshore.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about that Rem.”  Alyssa offers to him, as she turns back to the desk full of objects.  She sets aside the key, and picks up a damaged mantle piece clock, setting about polishing the ash off the fine wood that makes up the body of it.  “Y’want t’fix this one?  It’d look nice.”  A moment of distraction before she recalls what she was about to say.  “Right.  ‘ands.  Think it’d ‘elp t’ave more ‘ands around ‘ere?”
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Remy reaches past the redheaded woman, plucking the clock from her hands, and opening the back of it to get a look at the clockwork within.  “I could fix this one ya.  Wouldn’t take long at all.  Y’want it?”  He gets her nod, and pulls up another chair beside her at the desk, playfully elbowing her to make room.  “Pass me m’tools love?  And whatcha mean more hands?  Thinkin’ we hire some labor from the next caravan?  Don’t know if we could afford it, and you know as well as I do we’re crazy enough stayin’ here.  Or is there another man,” he teases, “because I...”
Aly reaches over, gently placing a finger to his lips.  “S’not what I meant.  Any o’that.  I just ‘ave been thinkin’.  It’d be good right, f’me to ‘one what I can do a bit?  Seems like we see more Forsaken on the border every day.  What if I...”
“Lyssi don’t you even.”
“No but if I just...”
“Lys.  No, y’already done too much.”
Alyssa sighs, casting hazel eyes back to the table, pulling over a flask, nudging glasses from in her hair to on her nose as she looks it over.  “Just an Imp Rem.  It can’t be that ‘ard, all I ‘ave t’do is open the gate, let it in, and control it.  Just one.  It could ‘elp with the gardenin...”
Remy sets down the clock and his delicate tools to look the young woman in the eye more directly.  “Alyssa.  I love you, I just want t’be sure you’re makin’ the right decision here.  The things you can do, they’ve gotten us out o’some tough spots.  They will again too.  Just don’t take risks you don’t have t’take.”  He leans in, lightly kissing her forehead, before moving to get up.  “M’goin’ t’go make sure the cows get under the overhang, I’ll fix this clock in a bit, k’love?”
“’old on,” Alyssa pushes out of her chair as well, stepping up to him as he turns, and throws arms around his neck, rising up to press lips to his, another slow loving kiss.  “Thank you Rem.  I promise I’ll think about it, and I won’t do it without you knowin’.”  Another brush of lips, and she settles back, loosely holding him, looking into his eyes.  “I love you Remy.  Every day.  We didn’t get the best ‘and, but we ‘ave each other.  M’goin’ t’go start ‘eatin’ water for you.  You’ll want a ‘ot bath when y’come back in.”
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(No mentions for this bit, just some writing that gives a look off what her first year after the fall looked like.)
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lcstthief-arch · 6 years
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*     ERA  AESTHETICS     ! tagged by: @oddyssea tagging: @cfdivinity ,  @dcputyrook , @dcrw 
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MEDIEVAL: tired eyes.  coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city.unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips.walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.
RENAISSANCE:  freckles.   the sun rising.  watching the sea.   taking shots of the city.   historical museums.  bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.  staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.   worn paperbacks.   messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.
BAROQUE: dark hair.  a little sophisticated.  always observing the world around you .intricate designs. high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim lights.   colourless photographs.   fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails.  candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.
CLASSICAL: chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup.  laced clothing.  modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens.  old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed.  reading about mythology.
ROMANTIC:  compassion. short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair.   carpeted floors.  attending operas.   faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.   streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.
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