#supernova pronouns coining

[rjalker]

people really want to separate nounself pronouns from other neopronouns, and if you're looking for a way to look only for neopronouns not based on any existing words, the solution is not saying that nounself pronouns aren't neopronons.

Make a word for pronouns like ze/hir and ae/aer and other sets that aren't nounself pronouns.

nounself pronouns are neopronouns.

so if you want a way to look for non-nounself neopronouns, then those kinds of neopronouns need their own name!

How about just novapronouns? it's short and to the point. Neo is the greek word for new, so how about nova, the latin word for new, for neopronouns that aren't nounself pronouns?

Novapronouns = pronouns like ae/aer, ze/hir, ect.

Nounself pronouns = pronouns like bun/buns, star/stars, ect.

Neopronouns = nounself, novapronouns, and any other pronouns that fall under this umbrella.

Neopronoun is the umbrella term, and nounself and novapronoun are more specific categories under the umbrella.

there you go. have fun.

Edit #1: here, have a pride flag too! Different shades of purple because I like purple and I think it's a very space themed color :)

[ID: Two versions of the a pride flag with five horizontal stripes of: berry purple, dark magenta, white, very dark violet, and purple. The first is shaped like a square, the second is shaped like a wide rectangle. End ID.]

Free pride flags! The second one should, in theory, fit perfectly as a tumblr header! Feel free to use them for literally anything you'd use a pride flag for, including designs you sell!

Edit #2:

And for extra fun, pronoun sets that create actual new rules and do away with the -self suffix at the end or have a pronoun replace contractions can be called supernova pronouns :) because it's an epic name. (can be spelled with a space or as all one long word)

Supernova pronouns = xiy/rik/ix/sirav, izi/(ito)/av/avi/fiself (ito replaces any contractions that would otherwise be izi'd or izi's)

Edit #3:

Here's a link to the post with this flag, a supernovapronoun flag, and more!

"https://rjalker.tumblr.com/post/702228461355515904/neopronouns-categories-flags-and-explanations"

(For posterity in case this takes off, this post is being made on November 28th, 2022, 8:20PM. I decided to make this because I'm in the middle of making pronoun pins for 275+ different sets.)

(For the pronoun pins I'm making, check out @custom-pronoun-pins

[staarboyyy]

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: amanda young x reader

drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]

quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]

choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]

territory ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda - amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: mark hoffman x reader

worthy test ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!! - you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined [ smut ]

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✩°｡⋆the boys x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: homelander x reader

compliance ; sublander, bloodplay, knifeplay, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamic, consent, communication, prior planning, oral sex - getting homelander in a vulnerable position where you put him in cuffs he's not allowed to break. [ smut ]

supernova ; depowered!homelander, homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties - john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you. [ angst / romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: soldier boy x reader

negotiations ; dubcon, forced orgasms, slight daddy kink, glove kink if you squint, size kink, southern charm, drug use, wall sex, no pronouns used for reader but afab anatomy is repeatedly mentioned - upon joining The Boys to take down Homelander with the help of Soldier Boy, you come to realize he's much more of a hard bargain than you anticipated. [ smut / slight romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x reader

people will talk ; weed smoking, alcohol references, fluff, intoxication, cozy fic, - late night meetings between you, frenchie and a joint [ fluff ]

✩°｡⋆ Unexpected

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ thomas shelby x reader fic [ smut - specified anatomy ]

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance

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[sakosai]

MYSTERYMOONIC

— a gender connected to the moon, mysteriousness, stars, and being morally gray

Pronoun suggestions:

Good/goods/goodself

Bad/bads/badself

Star/stars/starself

Super/supernova/supernovas/supernovaself

Lune/luna/lunar/lunars/lunaself

Midnight/midnights/midnightself

Coined by Salem!

[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

solarnovyra!

solarnovyra-

a gender related to solar wind, supernovas, burning stardust, orange glitter, fire, the word "solar", and the pronouns sol/sun and xor/xors!

[Image ID: A flag with nine equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are deep indigo, medium grey-purple, dull brown, tan, cornflower blue, tan, golden yellow, bright orange, and bright red. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by @ithriel-coins​ :3

[a-quilted-milky-way]

hello and welcome to my gender blog!

[pt: hello and welcome to my gender blog! end pt.]

hi! we're the quilt collective and this is our gender coining blog! we are a polyfrag system of over a hundred, we collectively use he/they pronouns but if you're talking to someone in specific you should probably ask them. we're all mentally ill in a variety of ways + autistic + adhd-ey

the host is named sam/fionn/a bunch of other names and here is its pronouns page :] https://en.pronouns.page/@sams_pronouns

request status: open

[pt: request status: open. end pt.]

tags:

-> a quilted starry sky ミ⛦ into the pile : terms/flags made by other people

-> hope you enjoy .✫*ﾟ✫*. quilt's coining : terms by me

-> other stars in the sky ⛧⌒⛦⌒⛧ saved for ___ : terms i am saving for a headmate (though as all terms are for a headmate somewhere down the line i might not always tag this)

-> in your eyes i see the stars ☆.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ icons: icon making

-> the heart of a supernova ✫⌒*･ﾟ✲ aldernic terms: for aldernic terms (see above, i might not always tag these)

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[starryseon]

:p i would like some titles(as well as maybe some names and prns) connected to my soup of vibes; those being as follows: love, silliness, static(as in TV static), paradoxes, cats, dogs, werebeasts, demons, angels, space, chaos, eldritch/cosmic horror stuff, general horror, blood/gore, soft/plush, etheral/divine, dreams, nightmares, and just about any neogender umbrella term(main exception is spiritine, dimensen, fantasmium, gesneriad, hedoxine, hypnocerics, Nrosesgender, Polyhedral, Warfaren, Hivensect, plant-based, robot/technology-based, liminal-based and sea-based; if it’s https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/revenant-coining/700767216807886848 here and doesn’t fit the absolutely not list, you can put it in the soup)

Couldn't think of things for all of them but here is what i came up with!! Thanks for your request!

Love Related: The Beloved, The One Who Loves, The Dearly Beloved, The Lover, The Cupid, The Romancer, The Heartstopper, The Love Song, The One Who Is Loved, The Tenderness, The Passionate One, The One of All Desires

love/loves, love/lover, cupid/cupids, arrow/arrows, lxve/lxves, <3/<3s

Agape, Eros, Cupid, Cion, Amor, Amore, Amour

Silliness Related: The Clown, The Jokester, The One Who Is Sily, The Utmost Silliness, The Silliest of All, The One Who Inspires Laughter, The Jester, The One Who Jests

silly/sillys, goof/goofs, laughter/laughters

Jester, Jokester, Joke, Joker

Static Related: The One Blurred By Static, The Static Image, The Embodiment of Static, The Blurred Lines

Cats: The Feline, The Purrfect One, The Kutest Kitten, The One With Whiskers, The Smallest of the Litter

Dogs: The Barking One, The Precious Pup, The Fluffiest One, The One Who Wags (Pronoun)'s Tail, The One With Pointed Ears

Space: The One Born of Stars, The One Who Is Vast, The Drifting Astronaut, The Void, The Blackhole, The Nebula, The Supernova, The One Who Rests Among Stars, The One Who Is Space Itself, The Space Dweller

Dreams: The One Who's Head is Clouded, The Dreaming Divine, The Dreary Dreamer, The Dream Dweller, The One Who Sleeps, The One Who Dreams, The One Made of Dreams, The Dream Watcher

[tangledgender-archive]

//not 2 happy with this so i might remake it but ,

seasapartgender

“seasapartgender , a musicagender* related to the album Seas Apart by Kiko , this could mean your gender is connected to the album seas apart , the band Kiko , music , the indie music genre , ect. it could also mean your gender feels flowy* like water or even slightly somber and depressing.”

pronouns you could use include ,

kiko/kikos

seasapart/seasaparts

seas/apart(s)

supernova/supernovas

super/nova(s)

sense/senses

mind/minds

sense/of(s)/mindself

music/musics

🌊/🌊s

🧠/🧠s

🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s

cat/cats

sea/seas

apart/aparts

ect++

[bumblebutterbeer]

I'd like to coin a new gender:

Celestigender

Meaning "a gender that relates to the greater forces in the universe around us, such as black holes, nebulae, or supernovae.

I want to stress that ik this gender is similar to many other xenogenders, however, I want to emphasize a key difference for me.

Many Celestial-aligned genders are identified with masculine, feminine, neutral, or void indicators.

But Celestigender isn't meant to be defined by any of those words, or any other like them.

There is no masculinity. There is no femininity. There is no neutrality. There is no absence.

Like the stars that are born and the black holes that swallow them, it simply is.

Some pronouns that I am using include: Nov/Novs/Nova/Novas/Novaself

The flag is meant to symbolize the shifting of the sky (pale blue) to space (dark grey) to the beauty of the supernova (pale violet).

(If the flag has already been claimed by another please let me know)

If you want to use the Celestigender flag, feel free! Please tag me, I'd love to see it out in the wild!

[mogaispice]

The mods and what we do!

Hello! We’re the mods at Mogai Spice and this is our little pinned post! We’re parts of a system, so please be patient with us!

The mods: -Moony (pronoun sets, name/pronoun validation) -Gordon (gender/sexuality/romanticity/name finding, name/pronoun validation) -Ben (gender/sexuality/romanticity coining, flag designing) -Benny (gender coining) -Jet (flag designing, name/pronoun finding) -Barney (name/pronoun validation and finding)

Barney: NAMES: Barney GENDERS: Man SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Gay (bear) PRONOUNS: he/him

Gordon: NAMES:Gordon GENDERS: Masc-aligned nonbinary with some cosmoic alignments thrown in. (Stellar-aligned, Supernova-aligned) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Bi PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them, ey/em, pog/pogs (pog/pog/pogs/poggers/pogself)

Ben: NAMES: Benrey, Benbey GENDERS: - Horrorcosmium - Aliengender - Eldristellargender - Eldrigender - Agender - Masculine SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Demisexual, demiromantic, gay PRONOUNS: - he/him/his/his/himself - they/them/their/theirs/themself - xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xerself - xe/xen/xeno/xenos/xenoself

Benny: NAMES: Benny, Frog, Frogge GENDERS: froggender, quantum-aligned, void-aligned, nebula-aligned nonbinary (cosmoic alignments) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY:  PRONOUNS: he/they/it/frog

Jet: NAMES: Jet, Jet Fuel, Prince GENDERS: Transmasc demiboy turifemgender, princegender, princecoric, boycute, roseusboy, gendercute, mascqueer, laetium, hathosboy, princian, magicuic, prigothic, regalisgender, privillainic, royalteaic, prichandellic, priforetic, priroseic, pricandyic, priflirtic, prigameric, prialienic, pridecorakei, prikawaii, priharajuku, syllmelan, gendermoxie, cozyfemasc SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Gay (femme) PRONOUNS: he/him/his/his/himself they/them/their/theirs/themself pri/prin/prins/prins/princeself 💫/💫/💫s/💫s/💫self 👑/👑/👑s/👑s/👑self

Moony: NAMES: Mooncake, Hollow, Nihil, Virus GENDERS: Nebula- and Lunar-aligned nonbinary (transmasc) SEXUALITY/ROMANTICITY: Pan PRONOUNS: he him his his himself they them their theirs themself exe exe exes exes exeself txt txt txts txts txtself ai ai ais ais aiself ai ain aier aiers aiself bit bit bits bits bitself pi pix pixes pixel pixelself bot bot bots bots botself er err errs errs errorself mid midi midis midis midiself ip ip ips ips ipself wi fi wifi wifis wifiself nov nova nova novas novaself sta star stars stars starself gal gala galax galaxy galaxyself lu lun luna lunas lunarself cae caer caers caers caerself ast aster astro astrum astroself x x xs xs xself ix ix ixs ixs ixself am ai amai amai amaiself sweet sweet sweets sweets sweetself nu null nulls nulls nullself cin cinna cinnas cinnas cinnaself cinn cinn cinns cinns cinnself vi vir virus virus viruself ni nihil nihils nihils nihilself vo voi voids voids voidself el stel stellar stellars stellarself astro astro astros astros astroself co code codes codes codeself gli glitch glitches glitches glitchself xi xim xis xis ximself ix ixen ixens ixens ixenself ano anom anoms anoms anomself 🥮 🥮 🥮s 🥮s 🥮self 🍡 🍡 🍡s 🍡s 🍡self 🩹 🩹 🩹s  🩹s  🩹self ☄️ ☄️ ☄️s  ☄️s ☄️self 💊 💊 💊s 💊s 💊self 💉 💉 💉s 💉s 💉self 🧠 🧠 🧠s 🧠s 🧠self 👾 👾 👾s 👾s 👾self 🥥 🥥 🥥s 🥥s 🥥self 🍒 🍒 🍒s 🍒s 🍒self 🍓 🍓 🍓s 🍓s 🍓self 🍑 🍑 🍑s 🍑s 🍑self 🍛 🍛 🍛s 🍛s 🍛self 🍣 🍣 🍣s 🍣s 🍣self 💿 💿 💿s 💿s 💿self 🍭 🍭 🍭s 🍭s 🍭self 🍫 🍫 🍫s 🍫s 🍫self 👽 👽 👽s 👽s 👽self 🤖 🤖 🤖s 🤖s 🤖self 🪐 🪐 🪐s 🪐s 🪐self 🌱 🌱 🌱s 🌱s 🌱self

[hollowedrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, CHRISTINE! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Remus Lupin, with a face claim change to Chance Perdomo. I’m so glad you decided to rework your application. It’s clear you really understand not only how Remus is as a character, but how he fits into this world. I love the way you portray how James’ death has affected him. “There’s a difference between ideology and capability,” really summed up where he stands right now, and I can’t wait to see where you take him from there. 

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

ooc.

name: Christine

age: 26

pronouns: they/them

timezone: EST

activity: I’d say my activity is medium to high; I’m responsive to messages every day and usually do all of my replies every 2-3 days depending on my work schedule

are you applying for more than one character?: not right now, but uh….  👀 if Andromeda were to come into play……..  👀 👀 👀

how do you feel about your character dying?: I would be fine with Remus dying provided I was given some warning and some time to wrap up the things I’m interested in wrapping up/the opportunity to pick up another character!

anything else?: n/a

ic details.

full name: Remus John Lupin

date of birth: 10 March

former hogwarts house: Gryffindor

sexuality: bisexual

gender/pronouns: trans man, he/him

face claim change: Chance Perdomo, Kentaro Sakaguchi, Jordan Fisher

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Remus learned early in life that the best way to handle being a monster was to never give people a reason to dislike you: he faces problems head-on and with a smile, hoping to find the best possible compromise, and does his best not to step on anyone’s toes unless he can’t help it. some people would say that’s a strength, but he doesn’t – he thinks it’s a weakness, thinks it’s a kind of self-preservational cowardice, and it’s the one thing that always made him question his place as a Gryffindor.

he’s quick to smile. he always has been, ever since he was young, especially during his time at Hogwarts – with his friends, when all was right with the world – but it’s something he hasn’t lost, something even war hasn’t taken from him. even in the worst of his grief, he’s always been a reluctant optimist of a kind. even through the worst moments of depression, Sirius or Lily or someone might bring a smile to his lips. sometimes, it’s all he has: the ability to embrace a kind of positive nihilism: if, in the grand scheme of things, I don’t mean anything, why does it matter what I do, I might as well make the most of it.

he carries the burden of grief extremely hard: he’s paralyzed with it. he continued past it for a while, soldiered on through the loss of James and of Peter, found a new home for the Order, helped get everything set through, and then he hit a wall and now he finds it hard to motivate himself to do much of anything useful– and he feels guilty about that too, a hard to break cycle that immobilizes him at times.

but he is steadfast. he is reliable. maybe “steadfast” and “stubborn” are just two sides of the coin that is Remus Lupin. but either way, he keeps his promises. he keeps his secrets. no matter how hard things get, he can be counted on when it comes down to it– at least, he always has been able to. he hopes he will be able to. he hopes that the Remus Lupin he spent his teenage years becoming wasn’t killed alongside his friends, destroyed by the war.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

as a child, he knew there were things that normal children had that a child like him couldn’t, that a monster couldn’t – love, friends, hope. he grew up accepting that, accepting readily that he’d never go to school, never play with children his own age, never fall in love, never make something of himself past the curse. he was fine with it, he was fine with it, he was fine with it, until James and Sirius and Peter showed him that he could have more, and then he grew greedy for it. his friends became his entire world,

the way has taken that from him, again. and oh, he is a wounded beast. losing Peter, losing James– even losing Sirius, to his own recklessness, to some extent, a singleminded supernova, dedicated to a fault, a deathwish made manifest, all the things Sirius never should have been… he can feel the loss, now, like the coming of a storm, of everything he dared to dream for himself, every misplaced thing he had the audacity to want.

it wasn’t the fighting that did it: no, he was a good fighter, a good soldier, dedicated to the Order with everything he had in him, happy to do whatever he was asked no matter the personal risk to himself. physically, he came out the other side none the worse for wear, a little tired, a little sore, a few scrapes here and there; most would think him lucky, but it wasn’t the fighting that’s pulled him apart. no, it was the loss. the grief. it is waking up with the thought of something to tell Peter and the heartbreak, over and over, when the memory catches up with him that Peter isn’t there. it is thinking he’s hearing James’ laughter, just outside, and having to make himself believe that he will never actually hear that sound again. it is the far-off look in Sirius’ eyes, over tea, a distance created by Sirius’ all-consuming need for vengeance that stops him from really seeing anyone they speak to.

he didn’t grow up with hope, not until he got his letter from Hogwarts: he found it in his friends, and now the war has taken his friends and now he’s afraid that the war is taking hope from him as well, and he doesn’t remember how to live without it.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

the thing is, there’s a difference between ideology and capability.

remus wants to keep fighting. he always will. he took to the war at James’ side with such dedication, and he’s always been something of an idealist, wants to think of himself as a fighter. but a kind of bone-deep exhaustion has taken him: the fighting, the sustained tension of it all, the loss, the grief. there is a deep depression in him that makes it hard to get up in the mornings and harder to think about ever leaving his bed, about leaving it to face the world around them, the scar of Godric’s Hollow and everything it represents.

and so, for the moment, he finds himself wanting to hide until the war ends– not because he wants the Order to, but because he would very much like to curl up under his blankets and stay there until the world ends if it means not having to face everything that they’ve lost, every failure he’s made, and this secret weighing so heavily on his chest. he wants to hide because he doesn’t know how to keep going: the forces that have sustained him this long are starting to give out: it’s hard to focus, hard to motivate himself to do anything, hard to express any of this to anyone around him. if he were given orders, he would follow them, but self-motivation seems to be another thing the war has taken from him, another thing he hadn’t figured out how to grieve.

he can’t do anything about the fact that he wants the Order to keep fighting, that he thinks people like Voldemort shouldn’t be allowed to massacre and entire village and go on free, that if no one stands up this will be their future: hiding, forever, until this war of attrition kills them all off. he can’t bring himself to speak up, to challenge those who think they should stay in place, who privilege the survival of this particular few over whatever justice the wizarding world deserves. his idealism is frozen in amber, somewhere deep inside his chest, a feeling of discomfort and guilt that just creeps in past the numbness of exhaustion and depression.

( and he could, he thinks, he hopes, when it all came down to it, could pull himself out of this stupor and find the fight in himself again, but he can’t figure out how, can’t figure out what he needs to do to get himself there, or who could convince him… )

How did Remus come to the conclusion that the Order should relocate to Godric’s Hollow? Describe how difficult this was for him and how he’s dealing with the move now.

he could almost say it came to him in a dream – he does, in fact, in a half-way self-deprecating joke: the truth is, it came to him in a nightmare, because hardly a night went by after James’ death that he didn’t dream of it, of the massacre at Godric’s Hollow and what he feels strongly is his part of it, of how things would have been different if only he’d been the secret keeper instead of Peter, how many people would still be alive, of the image of his very best friend dying trying to fight for the person he loved. of James, Lily having run already, fighting and dying alone in this place, none of them by his side to be there for him when it happened.

Godric’s Hollow haunted him, the massacre he could have prevented if only he’d been trustworthy enough, strong enough, brave enough to help… choosing Godric’s Hollow as a place to hide was a kind of facing his fears, looking the beast in the mouth. of course, there were the logical thoughts: no one would think to look here, it would be easy to keep safe, there was plenty of space for everyone left in the Order and their families. but he didn’t pick it for the logical reasons. he picked it for purely selfish ones. he thought it would make him braver, thought it would make the pain easier, thought it might be a kind of closure for the grief, thought somehow that making a home of it might mediate the worst of the bad memories, the worst of the terrible imaginings. thought waking up from nightmares and being in the place might ground him, somehow, in his grief, concretizing it so that he could process it instead of having it stay an abstract and floating shape he can’t see all of at once.

instead, it’s already taken a pretty big toll on him. it’s hard to walk past James’ old home without feeling the consuming ache of grief, hard to see the scars of the massacre and not feel like a failure, not think of all the people lost, all the people hit hard with loss left in the wake, even once they’ve been repaired and put to new use. he finds himself, some nights when he can’t sleep, wandering through the still-empty houses silently, looking at all the material things people left behind: a bright red kettle, made brown with caked-on dust, or a photograph still moving in its hand-crafted frame. it’s not just James’ death that sits on his chest: it’s all of them, a hundred ghosts, a multiplying grief.

he likes to think that one day, this will feel like a kind of rebirth, a kind of hope to rebuild what has been destroyed, but he’s not there yet. and it doesn’t help that so many of their number treat the place like a mass grave, like a sordid memorial to their failure to win the war. he feels so much like no one wants to repair, no one wants to rebuild, and so they are all wallowing – himself included. they will never move past their grief if the buildings stay destroyed, if they keep living in tents like they are only visitors to this place, like war-torn nomads just passing through, like transients with no goals and no hopes.

the only thing getting him through is his friends, or what’s left of them: Lily and Sirius are struggling, as much as he is, but they are both making it through the day. Lily lives on without James, taking care of herself in her own way, taking care of her son. Sirius, whatever is happening beyond his thousand-yard stare, is up and about and moving. if Lily and Sirius can make it through the day without breaking down – or, without breaking down in public, at least – if Lily and Sirius can get up and do something, then he’s got no excuse not to get out of bed in the morning, no excuse to let his grief visibly consume him. he owes it to them to at least pretend he isn’t falling apart. and so he does it. steadfast. stubborn. whatever it is, it’s working.

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notes on key relationships:

Lily – he was friends with Lily before she started dating James; both bright, both dedicated, both filled with an unwavering kind of kindness, they were kindred spirits in a way that he wasn’t always with the other Marauders. in fact, it was Lily he met first, sitting together at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall after the sorting. he didn’t know, yet, that the castle would let him claim his place in the boys’ dorm from the start, didn’t know that he’d be allowed. from studying together in the library to talking late at night in the common room about anything, Lily has always meant as much to him as the Marauders have, and the war hasn’t changed that. he knows how hard this must be for Lily, who not only loved James as much as all of them, but who had made a family with him, and a home. who James died to save. it’s one of the few things currently driving him, one of the few responsibilities he feels like he has now: to be there for Lily, when she needs him, to make sure she knows she isn’t alone in this, and to do whatever he can to support her. after they’ve both lost this much already, they can’t afford to lose each other, too.

Sirius – he is scared, for Sirius. scared of Sirius, sometimes, these days. Sirius has always been reckless, but recklessness is one thing when the stakes are low and another entirely when the stakes might mean revealing their one safe place to the very people who would kill them just for surviving. he loves Sirius, he does, he always has – is in love with him, with all probability, though grief has also confused his sense of other emotions in a way that makes him hesitant to say anything with certainty – but Sirius recklessness nearly cost him his place at Hogwarts, once upon a time, a prank that could have lost Remus every opportunity for his future the world has presented, and he can’t say that he doesn’t trust Sirius not to do something like that again, to thoughtlessly endanger them all.

Amos – he is grateful to Amos, in a profound and inarticulable kind of way, for speaking up for him when the Order refused to even consider him as secret keeper. they hadn’t had much interaction with one another, before Amos vouched, but the feeling that someone, anyone, might trust him despite the beast meant so much for him at the time, and his respect for Amos has only grown in the interim.

Alastor – while, technically speaking, Remus and Alastor are nominally on opposite sides of this schism, Remus wants desperately to find the motivation to go on and keep fighting, and he sees Alastor as the key. he may not have what it takes, right now, to be a revolutionary, but he does have what it takes to be a soldier: if Alastor Moody gave him an order, he would follow it to the ends of the earth, and maybe find his own footing along the way. unfortunately, he’s fairly certain that Alastor already thinks he’s a coward, and he can’t figure out how to prove that he isn’t and convince Alastor to help him get back on the right path.

further headcanons:

though he grew up in the north of England, Remus considers himself to be Welsh, and still carries the lilt of his mother’s accent with him, like the last living piece of her he has left. she was a muggle, and died shortly after he joined the Order, but he was always much closer with her than he was with his father – a distant, guilt-wracked, and deeply prejudiced man. his mother salved his wounds after full moons with soft hands and softer eyes and she kissed his head every night, and she was the person he came home to for holidays from Hogwarts, melting into her embrace. another love he’s lost, since the war began, even if not a direct result of it; but he didn’t get to see her, before she died, once his father wrote him to let him know she was ill, and the war took that from him too. all he has left of her is her accent; a sweater she knitted him once upon a time, too short in the sleeves and wearing into holes; and the viola she used to play when he was young, which he doesn’t know how to play but is determined to teach himself in her memory.

( he has virtually no contact with his father, who – a pureblood – has no involvement with either side of the war and no interest in changing that, and still works the same Ministry job he has since before Remus was born. he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want anything to do with a man who can see something like this happening and sit idly by twiddling his thumbs and starting at his own feet )

Remus didn’t have a job, before the Order went into hiding. he worked a few, in the years between finishing at Hogwarts and joining the Order with James and Peter, but they were few and far between – an assistant with stock and inventory at a Potions shop, even though he was rubbish at potions, a few weeks working at Flourish & Blotts, things like that. it was hard to hold a job with any kind of regularity without anyone finding out he was a werewolf. and then, when rumors of Voldemort making alliances with werewolves began to spread, Minchum tightened regulations on non-humans and magical creatures, making it nigh-impossible for him to do anything else.luckily, the Order gave him purpose, and he spent some time working in a muggle pub gathering information to see how the war was affecting and being perceived by muggles; the months he did that were the best he had – he’s always been better when he’s busy, when he has something to do with his hands and with his mind instead of lingering on the bad. not having any real work to do, here in Godric’s Hollow, is part of what’s taking a toll on him, but he hadn’t yet found something else useful for himself to do now that he’s gotten everyone here.

he’s had some trouble figuring out the best way to handle his transformations in Godric’s Hollow. with the unspoken hesitance to repair or utilize any of the destroyed homes, finding an isolated space that is safe enough no one will accidentally stumble across him, even sedated by wolfsbane – and wolfsbane is still something he’s working out how to keep a steady supply of. he’s settled, so far, for setting out a day ahead of time and getting as far as he can, somewhere in the woods, but it’s exhausting, and controlling the wolf is harder and harder without any of this friends by his side. he hadn’t realized he’d grown reliant on having Padfoot and Prongs and Wormtail there with him to keep the beast from destroying himself. 

though it’s probably a surprise to most people, Remus has found that he’s quite good with children – and with the smattering of them running around Godric’s Hollow these days, helping out with the kids is the closest thing he’s found to a purpose lately. he’s got a soft spot for the older Weasley children, and while he knows that Hogwarts is– or should be– safe, he’s been thinking a lot about what other options they might have, to teach the kids magic, if it turns out that Hogwarts isn’t as safe as they think it is, if it turns out it isn’t safe to send them there. ( he might like it, he thinks: teaching. he might be good at it. he tutored Peter, in school, and some of the younger students, too… if nothing else, he could teach them to defend themselves in case of the nightmare scenario, in case he somehow slips up and this safe haven they’ve found finds itself under attack )

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full name: Remus John Lupin date of birth: 10 March former hogwarts house: Gryffindor sexuality: bisexual gender/pronouns: trans man, he/him

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Remus learned early in life that the best way to handle being a monster was to never give people a reason to dislike you: he faces problems head-on and with a smile, hoping to find the best possible compromise, and does his best not to step on anyone’s toes unless he can’t help it. some people would say that’s a strength, but he doesn’t – he thinks it’s a weakness, thinks it’s a kind of self-preservational cowardice, and it’s the one thing that always made him question his place as a Gryffindor.

he’s quick to smile. he always has been, ever since he was young, especially during his time at Hogwarts – with his friends, when all was right with the world – but it’s something he hasn’t lost, something even war hasn’t taken from him. even in the worst of his grief, he’s always been a reluctant optimist of a kind. even through the worst moments of depression, Sirius or Lily or someone might bring a smile to his lips. sometimes, it’s all he has: the ability to embrace a kind of positive nihilism: if, in the grand scheme of things, I don’t mean anything, why does it matter what I do, I might as well make the most of it.

he carries the burden of grief extremely hard: he’s paralyzed with it. he continued past it for a while, soldiered on through the loss of James and of Peter, found a new home for the Order, helped get everything set through, and then he hit a wall and now he finds it hard to motivate himself to do much of anything useful– and he feels guilty about that too, a hard to break cycle that immobilizes him at times.

but he is steadfast. he is reliable. maybe “steadfast” and “stubborn” are just two sides of the coin that is Remus Lupin. but either way, he keeps his promises. he keeps his secrets. no matter how hard things get, he can be counted on when it comes down to it– at least, he always has been able to. he hopes he will be able to. he hopes that the Remus Lupin he spent his teenage years becoming wasn’t killed alongside his friends, destroyed by the war.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

as a child, he knew there were things that normal children had that a child like him couldn’t, that a monster couldn’t – love, friends, hope. he grew up accepting that, accepting readily that he’d never go to school, never play with children his own age, never fall in love, never make something of himself past the curse. he was fine with it, he was fine with it, he was fine with it, until James and Sirius and Peter showed him that he could have more, and then he grew greedy for it. his friends became his entire world,

the way has taken that from him, again. and oh, he is a wounded beast. losing Peter, losing James– even losing Sirius, to his own recklessness, to some extent, a singleminded supernova, dedicated to a fault, a deathwish made manifest, all the things Sirius never should have been… he can feel the loss, now, like the coming of a storm, of everything he dared to dream for himself, every misplaced thing he had the audacity to want.

it wasn’t the fighting that did it: no, he was a good fighter, a good soldier, dedicated to the Order with everything he had in him, happy to do whatever he was asked no matter the personal risk to himself. physically, he came out the other side none the worse for wear, a little tired, a little sore, a few scrapes here and there; most would think him lucky, but it wasn’t the fighting that’s pulled him apart. no, it was the loss. the grief. it is waking up with the thought of something to tell Peter and the heartbreak, over and over, when the memory catches up with him that Peter isn’t there. it is thinking he’s hearing James’ laughter, just outside, and having to make himself believe that he will never actually hear that sound again. it is the far-off look in Sirius’ eyes, over tea, a distance created by Sirius’ all-consuming need for vengeance that stops him from really seeing anyone they speak to.

he didn’t grow up with hope, not until he got his letter from Hogwarts: he found it in his friends, and now the war has taken his friends and now he’s afraid that the war is taking hope from him as well, and he doesn’t remember how to live without it.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

the thing is, there’s a difference between ideology and capability.

remus wants to keep fighting. he always will. he took to the war at James’ side with such dedication, and he’s always been something of an idealist, wants to think of himself as a fighter. but a kind of bone-deep exhaustion has taken him: the fighting, the sustained tension of it all, the loss, the grief. there is a deep depression in him that makes it hard to get up in the mornings and harder to think about ever leaving his bed, about leaving it to face the world around them, the scar of Godric’s Hollow and everything it represents.

and so, for the moment, he finds himself wanting to hide until the war ends– not because he wants the Order to, but because he would very much like to curl up under his blankets and stay there until the world ends if it means not having to face everything that they’ve lost, every failure he’s made, and this secret weighing so heavily on his chest. he wants to hide because he doesn’t know how to keep going: the forces that have sustained him this long are starting to give out: it’s hard to focus, hard to motivate himself to do anything, hard to express any of this to anyone around him. if he were given orders, he would follow them, but self-motivation seems to be another thing the war has taken from him, another thing he hadn’t figured out how to grieve.

he can’t do anything about the fact that he wants the Order to keep fighting, that he thinks people like Voldemort shouldn’t be allowed to massacre and entire village and go on free, that if no one stands up this will be their future: hiding, forever, until this war of attrition kills them all off. he can’t bring himself to speak up, to challenge those who think they should stay in place, who privilege the survival of this particular few over whatever justice the wizarding world deserves. his idealism is frozen in amber, somewhere deep inside his chest, a feeling of discomfort and guilt that just creeps in past the numbness of exhaustion and depression.

( and he could, he thinks, he hopes, when it all came down to it, could pull himself out of this stupor and find the fight in himself again, but he can’t figure out how, can’t figure out what he needs to do to get himself there, or who could convince him… )

How did Remus come to the conclusion that the Order should relocate to Godric’s Hollow? Describe how difficult this was for him and how he’s dealing with the move now.

he could almost say it came to him in a dream – he does, in fact, in a half-way self-deprecating joke: the truth is, it came to him in a nightmare, because hardly a night went by after James’ death that he didn’t dream of it, of the massacre at Godric’s Hollow and what he feels strongly is his part of it, of how things would have been different if only he’d been the secret keeper instead of Peter, how many people would still be alive, of the image of his very best friend dying trying to fight for the person he loved. of James, Lily having run already, fighting and dying alone in this place, none of them by his side to be there for him when it happened.

Godric’s Hollow haunted him, the massacre he could have prevented if only he’d been trustworthy enough, strong enough, brave enough to help… choosing Godric’s Hollow as a place to hide was a kind of facing his fears, looking the beast in the mouth. of course, there were the logical thoughts: no one would think to look here, it would be easy to keep safe, there was plenty of space for everyone left in the Order and their families. but he didn’t pick it for the logical reasons. he picked it for purely selfish ones. he thought it would make him braver, thought it would make the pain easier, thought it might be a kind of closure for the grief, thought somehow that making a home of it might mediate the worst of the bad memories, the worst of the terrible imaginings. thought waking up from nightmares and being in the place might ground him, somehow, in his grief, concretizing it so that he could process it instead of having it stay an abstract and floating shape he can’t see all of at once.

instead, it’s already taken a pretty big toll on him. it’s hard to walk past James’ old home without feeling the consuming ache of grief, hard to see the scars of the massacre and not feel like a failure, not think of all the people lost, all the people hit hard with loss left in the wake, even once they’ve been repaired and put to new use. he finds himself, some nights when he can’t sleep, wandering through the still-empty houses silently, looking at all the material things people left behind: a bright red kettle, made brown with caked-on dust, or a photograph still moving in its hand-crafted frame. it’s not just James’ death that sits on his chest: it’s all of them, a hundred ghosts, a multiplying grief.

he likes to think that one day, this will feel like a kind of rebirth, a kind of hope to rebuild what has been destroyed, but he’s not there yet. and it doesn’t help that so many of their number treat the place like a mass grave, like a sordid memorial to their failure to win the war. he feels so much like no one wants to repair, no one wants to rebuild, and so they are all wallowing – himself included. they will never move past their grief if the buildings stay destroyed, if they keep living in tents like they are only visitors to this place, like war-torn nomads just passing through, like transients with no goals and no hopes.

the only thing getting him through is his friends, or what’s left of them: Lily and Sirius are struggling, as much as he is, but they are both making it through the day. Lily lives on without James, taking care of herself in her own way, taking care of her son. Sirius, whatever is happening beyond his thousand-yard stare, is up and about and moving. if Lily and Sirius can make it through the day without breaking down – or, without breaking down in public, at least – if Lily and Sirius can get up and do something, then he’s got no excuse not to get out of bed in the morning, no excuse to let his grief visibly consume him. he owes it to them to at least pretend he isn’t falling apart. and so he does it. steadfast. stubborn. whatever it is, it’s working.

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notes on key relationships:

Lily – he was friends with Lily before she started dating James; both bright, both dedicated, both filled with an unwavering kind of kindness, they were kindred spirits in a way that he wasn’t always with the other Marauders. in fact, it was Lily he met first, sitting together at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall after the sorting. he didn’t know, yet, that the castle would let him claim his place in the boys’ dorm from the start, didn’t know that he’d be allowed. from studying together in the library to talking late at night in the common room about anything, Lily has always meant as much to him as the Marauders have, and the war hasn’t changed that. he knows how hard this must be for Lily, who not only loved James as much as all of them, but who had made a family with him, and a home. who James died to save. it’s one of the few things currently driving him, one of the few responsibilities he feels like he has now: to be there for Lily, when she needs him, to make sure she knows she isn’t alone in this, and to do whatever he can to support her. after they’ve both lost this much already, they can’t afford to lose each other, too.

Sirius – he is scared, for Sirius. scared of Sirius, sometimes, these days. Sirius has always been reckless, but recklessness is one thing when the stakes are low and another entirely when the stakes might mean revealing their one safe place to the very people who would kill them just for surviving. he loves Sirius, he does, he always has – is in love with him, with all probability, though grief has also confused his sense of other emotions in a way that makes him hesitant to say anything with certainty – but Sirius recklessness nearly cost him his place at Hogwarts, once upon a time, a prank that could have lost Remus every opportunity for his future the world has presented, and he can’t say that he doesn’t trust Sirius not to do something like that again, to thoughtlessly endanger them all.

Amos – he is grateful to Amos, in a profound and inarticulable kind of way, for speaking up for him when the Order refused to even consider him as secret keeper. they hadn’t had much interaction with one another, before Amos vouched, but the feeling that someone, anyone, might trust him despite the beast meant so much for him at the time, and his respect for Amos has only grown in the interim.

Alastor – while, technically speaking, Remus and Alastor are nominally on opposite sides of this schism, Remus wants desperately to find the motivation to go on and keep fighting, and he sees Alastor as the key. he may not have what it takes, right now, to be a revolutionary, but he does have what it takes to be a soldier: if Alastor Moody gave him an order, he would follow it to the ends of the earth, and maybe find his own footing along the way. unfortunately, he’s fairly certain that Alastor already thinks he’s a coward, and he can’t figure out how to prove that he isn’t and convince Alastor to help him get back on the right path.

further headcanons:

though he grew up in the north of England, Remus considers himself to be Welsh, and still carries the lilt of his mother’s accent with him, like the last living piece of her he has left. she was a muggle, and died shortly after he joined the Order, but he was always much closer with her than he was with his father – a distant, guilt-wracked, and deeply prejudiced man. his mother salved his wounds after full moons with soft hands and softer eyes and she kissed his head every night, and she was the person he came home to for holidays from Hogwarts, melting into her embrace. another love he’s lost, since the war began, even if not a direct result of it; but he didn’t get to see her, before she died, once his father wrote him to let him know she was ill, and the war took that from him too. all he has left of her is her accent; a sweater she knitted him once upon a time, too short in the sleeves and wearing into holes; and the viola she used to play when he was young, which he doesn’t know how to play but is determined to teach himself in her memory. 

( he has virtually no contact with his father, who – a pureblood – has no involvement with either side of the war and no interest in changing that, and still works the same Ministry job he has since before Remus was born. he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want anything to do with a man who can see something like this happening and sit idly by twiddling his thumbs and starting at his own feet )

Remus didn’t have a job, before the Order went into hiding. he worked a few, in the years between finishing at Hogwarts and joining the Order with James and Peter, but they were few and far between – an assistant with stock and inventory at a Potions shop, even though he was rubbish at potions, a few weeks working at Flourish & Blotts, things like that. it was hard to hold a job with any kind of regularity without anyone finding out he was a werewolf. and then, when rumors of Voldemort making alliances with werewolves began to spread, Minchum tightened regulations on non-humans and magical creatures, making it nigh-impossible for him to do anything else.luckily, the Order gave him purpose, and he spent some time working in a muggle pub gathering information to see how the war was affecting and being perceived by muggles; the months he did that were the best he had – he’s always been better when he’s busy, when he has something to do with his hands and with his mind instead of lingering on the bad. not having any real work to do, here in Godric’s Hollow, is part of what’s taking a toll on him, but he hadn’t yet found something else useful for himself to do now that he’s gotten everyone here.

he’s had some trouble figuring out the best way to handle his transformations in Godric’s Hollow. with the unspoken hesitance to repair or utilize any of the destroyed homes, finding an isolated space that is safe enough no one will accidentally stumble across him, even sedated by wolfsbane – and wolfsbane is still something he’s working out how to keep a steady supply of. he’s settled, so far, for setting out a day ahead of time and getting as far as he can, somewhere in the woods, but it’s exhausting, and controlling the wolf is harder and harder without any of this friends by his side. he hadn’t realized he’d grown reliant on having Padfoot and Prongs and Wormtail there with him to keep the beast from destroying himself.

Remus has always had a complicated relationship with the beast inside him. there is a duality to him, in more ways than one – not just beast and man, but the mess he is on the inside versus the positive face he shows the world around him. when he was young, he thought of the beast as something separate from himself: he didn’t remember the full moon, anyway, so it was easy to think of the beast as something that happened to him, instead of something he was. it was a distinction he maintained through Hogwarts and well into his adult life after he finished at Hogwarts, and it was a convenient one – it kept him positive, kept him from hating himself because of the curse. when James died, that changed: it wasn’t some otherthing that stopped Remus from being James and Lily’s secret keeper, it was him, who and what he was. it was a sea change in the way he thought about himself, a crucial, critical dislodging of his entire way of understanding himself, a paradigm shift. he andthe beast were one and the same, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, and even his friends who had always told him that wasn’t how it was knew it. he’s still grappling with this, struggling with trying to figure out how he feels about all of it, about himself, and not having a set routine for the full moon – sometimes not even having wolfsbane anymore – has made him face it head on: he remembers the full moon, now, sometimes, through the beast’s eyes, and they aren’t all that different from his own eyes. and maybe, if he’d realized that sooner, and been able to advocate for the beast the way Amos advocated for him, James wouldn’t be dead, and they wouldn’t be losing the war.

though it’s probably a surprise to most people, Remus has found that he’s quite good with children – and with the smattering of them running around Godric’s Hollow these days, helping out with the kids is the closest thing he’s found to a purpose lately. he’s got a soft spot for the older Weasley children, and while he knows that Hogwarts is– or should be– safe, he’s been thinking a lot about what other options they might have, to teach the kids magic, if it turns out that Hogwarts isn’t as safe as they think it is, if it turns out it isn’t safe to send them there. ( he might like it, he thinks: teaching. he might be good at it. he tutored Peter, in school, and some of the younger students, too… if nothing else, he could teach them to defend themselves in case of the nightmare scenario, in case he somehow slips up and this safe haven they’ve found finds itself under attack )

[infernorp]

name: dulce vilaró

age: twenty nine

gender and pronouns: cis female, she/her

loyalty: chaney

occupation: maid at the chaney luxury resort

criminal occupation: drug dealer

faceclaim: ashley graham

Born with the sun beating down on your dark hair, radiating through and alighting you with a spark that seemed too big for Madrid, too big to settle for an ordinary life wed off and kept in solitude. Your mother recognised that in you, despite your father trying to stifle your light, and it was deep into the night that she chose to flee Spain with you, finding a new life in Paris, the city of light. The perfect place for you, she whispered into your unruly hair, promising you riches and jewels and a life lived in the spotlight. However, she was mistaken. Your life continues to burn, but it dulls with each passing day. You hold yourself with pride, head held high and your hips swaying as you walk through the streets and catch eyes; you hold yourself like a queen, despite others looking down upon you as if you were street scum. You had worked your years as a teenager on the streets, taking any job that would come to you, although you prided yourself on never selling your body. You would give up everything but your essence, you said. It was only with the help of Tempest that you were brought into the drug dealing world, your almond eyes and the curl of your lip being unable to resist. You were chosen for your looks, you were told, bringing a certain beauty and regalness to a dark and murky world. The dealers couldn’t resist you, and lying in bed the few nights you made it home to your poor madre, you pushed through the pain and bruises to hold onto the pride you felt, allowing it to numb everything else.

The others, even Chaney’s incorrigible son Raoul, look down on you as if you were a common girl, someone to have their way with and send out on their missions and leave to drown if the time came. It doesn’t end there; you work hours as a maid, spending your time cleaning up after other people and taking their screams and abuse as it comes. You’re on your knees, a position you’ll know most about they whisper in French, as if you don’t understand a thing. Even with your lowly position, the few coins you don’t send to your mother you spend on jewellery, on nice rich furs to drape yourself in and shoes that click on the street as if you were royalty. You dress yourself as someone who deserves the universe, rather than the waste. They laugh at you, they think of you as something frivolous and ditsy, a girl too far in her own head who’ll find her end soon enough. They don’t understand you, and you’re happy all the more for it. No need to show them your dangerous mind. No need to let them have any clue just who they’re dealing with. No need to blind them with your light before your time has come. You’ll let them writhe and burn first, before you ascend to a higher place and take your rightful position.

associates: gabriel prideaux, gille andre, mathieu reyer, narissa king, and richard firmin

disliked: antonin petrovic, carlotta giudicelli, christine daae, edmond ledoux, jacqueline mifroid, gigi destler, gregory renard, lisette sorelli, lucien rousseau, philippe chaney, raoul chaney, ubaldo piangi, and xavier carmen

interests: joseph buquet, kristos vallas, sebastian renard, and yvette mercier

ANNABELLA CHANEY

Your superior boss above all, you’ve only met her once or twice. Her and her sons, one stone-faced with his eyes wandering over your body and the other sweet but hungover, entirely too inconspicuous for your world. The woman herself had only glanced at you briefly, seeing you as a little foreigner with nothing much else to bring but your looks, and had moved on. You had felt a surge of anger rushing through you, but had contained it with one look from Firmin. You don’t feel much toward the Chaney’s, and perhaps that is what leads you to standing by as Zhu plots to overthrow them. They’re nothing but an image, something fake and beautiful but by all means unreal. What is real? Your hours spent doing their dirty work, the women and men by your side risking everything for one minute of peace. You have no loyalty to the Chaney’s, not truly, but the people who hold you in their arms with blood in their nails are the ones that have your true loyalty.

TEMPEST NOBLE

You’re under their command, before Firmin or even Annabella Chaney’s. You answer to them alone, it seems, but the relationship you have is something akin to loving siblings than rivals or work comrades. There is something about being on the streets together, walking the cold nights hand in hand, with nothing but the person beside you to save you should it all go wrong — it leaves you intertwined, two parts of the same soul. You know everything about one another, and deep down, you know it would be difficult for you to leave them should it all go up in flames. However, even with the love you feel in their gaze, you know you’re below them in the totem pole of the wonderful underworld you both inhabit. You’re nothing compared to Tempest, and their skin would be saved long before yours. It’s a sobering thought, and it’s enough to leave you pulling away from their hands every so often, wrapping yourself in your coat a little tighter, walking away before they can walk away from you.

ZHU LAU

Your relationship is far more strained, in the sense that Zhu can see through you far too easily. Her eyes narrow each time you pass by, and with one call of your name she makes it known that she can see the vulnerability in you, covered in fabrics and jewels but still present, and she knows it. You don’t like being put on display like this, and as a result, you tend to push her away. There’s also the aching jealousy; Zhu has her own establishment, and as much as you respect and love the woman, you can’t help but dig your nails a little deeper into your palms as she leaves you and Tempest to the streets night after night. You know she is planning to overthrow Chaney herself, her whispers into your ear leaving you wide eyed and stumbling after her, filled with equal parts excitement and fear. Sometimes, you see Zhu sparkling too bright and combusting, a supernova too fierce for such a dark place. Sometimes, you wish she would take you with her.

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[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

could i get a gender related to solar wind, supernovas, burning stardust, orange glitter, fire, the word "solar", and the pronouns sol/sun and xor/xors ? thanks !

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