#ceru writes

[ceru-at-hogwarts]

Your hand in his (Ominis x Reader)

Based on this musing I had a few whiles ago about Ominis’ hands. Dedicated to Reece Lavellan♥️

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The first time Ominis tended his hand toward you was on your first day at Hogwarts. You had just beaten Sebastian in a duel in Professor Hecat’s class earlier that day, and you were lost in the massive castle, looking your way to Charms class. You had not noticed a slippery spot on the floor and before you realize it, you had disgracefully fallen on the floor with the loudest thud ever, your books flying everywhere.

As you laid spread-eagle, cursing yourself, you see a hand extended to you. It was the boy you had seen earlier walking around with his arm stretched in front of him, his wand pulsating with a characteristic red glow. He held his wand in one hand and offered his free hand to help you back on your feet. You murmured your gratitude while accepting his hand, feeling your face burning and thankful that he could not see how your face had turned as red as a beet. Ominis’ hand was cool, yet you felt a strange warmth as your fingers touched his.

“Based on the chatter around you, I’m guessing you are the new fifth year who had beaten Sallow in a duel today. I’m Ominis, Ominis Gaunt,” he said as he let go of your hand, a small playful grin on his face as he tilted his head toward you.  

“Thank you, Ominis, you definitely found me in such… situation,” you said, happy that he could not see you blushing. “I believe I am lost while trying to find my way to the Charms classroom.”

“I am also heading to the Charms class, should we walk together?” he offered graciously, and you smiled, accepting his offer. Both of you walked together as Ominis navigated the interminable corridors, moving stairs, and all obstacle with ease. He told you a lot about the castle’s hidden secrets, and how to reach any points within it faster.

“Pleasure’s all mine. Don’t be a stranger. Do let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here,” he said, his head tilted, giving you his signature playful grin as you thanked him once again in front of the Charms classroom. You smiled as you watched him across the classroom as he left you to take his own usual seat.

The second time Ominis offered his hand to you, he had just beaten you badly on a round of Crossed Wands duel a few weeks later. You were surprised that Lucan set you in a match against him, but Ominis proved to be a formidable opponent. You were even more surprised to find yourself locked in a full body-bind curse on the floor, barely minutes after the duel started. Ominis tended his hand toward you as soon as the duel ended, removing his curse. Gingerly, you accepted his hand as he helped you back to your feet.

“You fell a lot,” he said playfully with a grin. “I could hear your moving and falling even from across the room.”

Once again, his hand felt cool, yet there is warmth in his finger as your hand touched his. Intrigued, you followed him to the courtyard after the duel, spending what’s left of your lunch break with him. Somehow, you could feel a tiny seed of friendships that had been cultivated a few weeks ago started to grow.

The third time Ominis took your hand in his, you were laying on the floor in the corridor leading to Slytherin’s Scriptorium. You regretted bitterly to allow Sebastian to talk you into pressuring Ominis into helping to find this cursed Scriptorium. As the door locked behind you, you had bravely offered to be in the receiving end of the Cruciatus Curse.

As you screamed from the pain as the curse hit you squarely on the chest, you could hear Ominis shouting your name in panic, before everything went dark when Sebastian’s wand fell to the floor, stopping the curse. You woke up to see both Sebastian and Ominis hovering over you, their faces grave, calling your name. Slowly you realized that Ominis was holding your hand in his, an indescribable sadness in his face, a sadness you had never seen before.

You put a brave face, trying to sound brave even if you know he was not one to be fooled. Ominis knew what you had just went through. Somehow, he could see within you. Without further ado, Ominis did not let go of your hand but put your arm around his shoulder and helped you back to your feet. Sebastian quickly took your other arm, and both helped you into the Scriptorium. Ominis and you sat on the floor near the entrance as Sebastian roamed the room in wonder. Not once did Ominis let your hand go, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen if he did. You tried to reassure him that you were fine, that the curse was painful, but you were fine now. He did not buy it. He knew how it felt to be on the receiving end, and that there would be lingering pain for a while longer.

Not once did Ominis let your hand go as both of you climbed out of the Scriptorium, not even when he chastised Sebastian for being reckless and for the use of Dark Magic. You would never forget how soft his hand was that day.

The fourth time Ominis held your hand in his was when you found him sitting on the floor in the Defense Against the Dark Art tower, the day after your escapade to the Scriptorium. He looked sad, and he tilted his head toward you as he recognized your footsteps.

“Never again,” he said quietly as you sat beside him. You touched his arm, and he took your hand in his. He kept your hand in his for a very long time, without a word. Never would you forget the sadness in his face that day.

The fifth time your hand was in his, Ominis was laying in the Hospital Wing in the winter after catching a bad case of cold that refused to go even after a few doses of Nurse Blainey’s Pepperup Potion. You watched him waking up from a fitful sleep. He could tell you were there, the scent of the soap you used gave you away. Quietly he tended his hand toward you. This time, you took his hand in yours as you sit beside him and letting him know that he was not alone. Quietly he put his other hand on top of yours and both of you stayed together until Nurse Blainey chased you out of the Hospital Wing to let him rest.

Slowly, a quiet friendship blossomed between both of you, as you both tried to stop Sebastian from descending into darkness. A friendship that bloomed further into something more in the years to come, knowing that whatever lies ahead, both of you must face it together. That Ominis never doubted even once. Not even when both of you had to made the hardest decisions together.

Ominis would always offer his hand to you as you walked together hand in hand on each step of life, as he knew you would never ask for it first. Your hand was in his as both of you walked together to vow your life to each other during your wedding ceremony. He never let go of you as both of you faced the storm of life together, the good and the bad.

The last time he took your hand in his, both of you were smiling, remembering all those decades spent together, a time when his hair was still blonde and yours wasn’t all grey. It had all started many years ago as he kindly offered his hand to you on your first day at Hogwarts. After all this time, you always remembered the coolness of his hand that first day, and the warmth on the tips of his fingers. That night, for the last time both of you would depart for the last one of life’s next great adventure together, your hand in his.

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #Hogwarts legacy #ceru writes #my writing #I just love Ominis and I wish him a long happy life #Ominis deserve happiness #and to have someone that is with him #now I need to actually play my game rather than writing another fanfiction

[ceru-draws]

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Lan Wangji– known for his preferential frosty blue white outer robes– wears silky under robes of the deepest sapphire sewn with shimmering lilac threads, visible only to his husband as he unwraps himself of his mantle at days end and melts into warm embraces and gentle kisses.

Sinking into this place of warmth bordered within strong arms, nothing remains of the day's cold, cold austerity and icy platitudes. Honey-sweet words flow from sweeter lips that burn as they reach flushed ears, "my dear, my gentian, so perfect for me."

Gooseflesh and heady gazes, sinking deeper, rising higher, a rabbit-quick heart seeping out through every rib. The sun has long since set, yet of all the wonderous things here it remains, above & around him, a bright light warming him to his core and every inch of skin.

Floating, drifting and still warm, so warm, still held close and holding closer a love so resounding in this moment it defines him. You are safe, I'm here, I've got you, that love says. And he is content to remain exactly as he is, sapphire blue intermingled with vermilion.

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#ceru writes #??? #idk where this came from im just stressed out and some words came to me #so heres an ode to lwj losing himself in wwx as he deserves to #mdzs #wangxian

[k-looking-glass-house]

🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙

Huggghhhhhhhhhhhhwwww~ *dead soul hanging around*

@ceruleancattail

Little Ceru sorry.............It's sleeping in my inbox since a while now.... Thank you little dearie!!! Same goes for you!!! Enjoy a certain Diamond with a custom card... hn hn

Sorry for the late answer!!!!

Just so you know little one....some of your ask are impossible to answer as there are no reply option to them....Why...IDK...tumblr...we need answers....

#kanswers #little ceru the mage of misery who fullfil some fantasy with their writing skill!!! #cater diamond

[ceruleancattail]

CONGRATS ON 1.3K CERU!! IT'S ALWAYS A DELIGHT TO SEE YOU ON MY DASH :DD

okay okay so!! i have a soft spot for making things and giving them to people i adore c: so if you could, can you do romantic jade + flower garden where he and mc just chilling, cloud gazing, then mc just suddenly put a flower crown on his head C:

IT'S SILLY BUT I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH :D REMEMBER TO HYDRATE AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR SPINE :DD

Circle

Dreamy Day Event

Jade x reader

The sun illuminated the field, a soft golden glow that warmed every crevice of your soul. Blades of emerald grass swayed with the breeze, a gentle, charming waltz. Flowers bloomed, bobbing their petals as your gaze alighted on them, as if in merry greeting.

Humming to yourself, your fingers moved in deft little motions. Tracing over the buds, poking at their little petals, admiring the variety of colours these delicate plants were dyed in.

An ivory white, the bubbly shade of sea foam, lapping against the shore. A soft baby blue, as enchanting as the ocean’s waves, rocking back and forth. A bright yellow, bright against the green of the grass. An awfully familiar shade, it brought you much comfort. You couldn’t quite fathom why, oddly enough.

Musing silently, your gaze wanders. Glancing to your side, to the man lounging peacefully on a checkered mat. Jade Leech, your beloved.

He lay on the mat, arms tucked behind his head. Half-lidded eyes gazing up at the sky, calmly watching the clouds pass by. It’s odd to see him so still. You’ve grown too used to watching Jade bustle around, handling a contract, or proposing a new business venture. Even when you two were together, his hands were constantly moving.

Rubbing comforting circles into the back of your palm, gentle fleeting kisses pressed into your cheeks, to sly hugs, his arms wrapping around your waist.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him completely relaxed. Lips slipping upwards, you gave him a little smile.

Nature really had that effect on people, didn’t it? Surrounded by the miracles of life, you can’t help but be lulled into a state of relaxation.

Tilting your head a little, you met his eyes. Mismatched pupils of sepia brown and a startling yellow. The yellow petals in your hand quavered.

The words surfaced in your brain, echoing in your head:

“An awfully familiar shade, it brought you much comfort.”

Blinking sharply, heat springing in full bloom on both your cheeks. Quickly, you whip your head around, avoiding’s Jade’s quizzical gaze.

Instead, you kept your head down, focused on your little flowers. Plucking little blossoms, twisting them into a woven string of sorts. Easing stem beside stem, braiding them into little hearts, linked together.

A rustle of cloth, before a weight presses into your shoulder. Cold nips at your skin, a earring brushed against the base of your neck. Stifling a laugh, you tilt your head to the side. Leaning on that dear, beloved mop of hair.

Jade sighs in relief, a breathy little thing. Snaking his arm around your waist, he gives you an affectionate little squeeze. A light airy chuckle, before he prods the chain in your hands, running his finger down the entire length.

“What’s that, love?”

Fastening the ends together, you present the loop to him. A sheepish smile, raising the circle in your palms. A wonderful braid, flowers woven into each other, each bud poking out meekly. Almost shyly, as their petals fluttered in the breeze.

The colours of the sea.

The colours of him.

Woven into a undying circle of love.

A promise of Infinity.

Gingerly, you pluck at the edges of your little circle, gesturing for Jade to lower his head. He follows, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

Placing the chain on his head, you tap both of his shoulders in turn. A playful imitation of knighting a fine sire. Although your touch lingered a little longer then what was really required.

Bopping him on the nose, you beam at Jade once more.

“All hail, Sir Jade of the House of Leech.”

A chuckle escapes his mouth, as he leans in closer. Arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you closer. He held you in the sun, until your rapid heartbeat and his calm heartbeat melting into one. Beating in time, a lovely little melody of devotion and passion.

Of unbridled love.

Jade’s lips brush against your ear, lips grazing your earlobe ever so slightly. A warm, soft sensation that sent shivered down your spine. A sigh tickled your ears, sending pearls of laughter out of your lips.

Before he whispered into your ears. A low tone, as rich as fine wine. You could get intoxicated on the seductive purr of his voice alone.

“I’ll be your knight, my beloved.

Now, and forever.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Jade leech #Jade x reader #Jade leech x reader #Jade #dreamy day #I’M EXHAUSTED HELLO #omg two fics in a day???? Ceru’s gone batshit insane???? no one could have ever known!!!!!! #ANYWAYS HI. IM SO TIRED YOU COULD EVEN IMAGINE- #BUT YHIS WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA I #HAD TO WRITE IT #THANK YOU #AND MY SPINE IS FINE AHAHAHA

[befuddled-calico-whump]

what ideas or tropes do you think are underutilized in whump?

not underutilized so much as it's my own niche tastes, but whumpees who are actually "bad people" from a moral standpoint. Not simply misunderstood or just committing crimes in the name of some higher moral victory, but like, actual villains

Which can be incredibly hard to write, especially when whump is dependent on sympathizing with the whumpee. Maybe they make choices that get them a redemption arc, maybe not, either way they'll be dragged from the fire hissing and spitting.

#this is what i attempted with cerus but i don't think i was completely successful lol #my biggest recurring theme in my whump writing is 'you don't deserve this torture and ill help you no matter who you are' #whump meta #thanks! #skinnamon39

[cloudcountry]

♡ AUBURN'S MUTUALS !! (there's more of you than i thought HELP)

@tinyletterz / 🍙 — my friend since forever ago, genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever met. she's so cute and she writes beautifully!!!! i highly HIGHLY recommend her flower language series GFGRGRGRGRFRFR

@identity-theft-101 / 🪓 — bonded over mushroom stayed for the eels tbh!! chaos incarnate BUT he has a cute bird named asa that said she loves me so i'm winning

@names-are-dumb / 🐚 — i'm so glad i got to introduce them to twisted wonderland. i am reliving my own experience through him rn. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OCTAVINELLE GRAHHH!!!!! one month later and we're married he's my husband and my angelfish that i write cringe ass sonnets too and i adore him <33 muah muah

@merotwst / 🧶 — LITERALLY SO SWEET OMG. she's so warm and welcoming its no wonder people just gravitate to her :C i adore her tbh she made me feel so welcomed even though i'm still scared of most twst writers LMAO

@shkrmpp / 🦐 — one of my first moots!!! personally i really love their hair dye headcanons GRAH they're so cute BUT!! they also draw C:< AND ITS A CUTE STYLE. plus their blog always looks MUAH

@siren-serenity / 🌙 — YOU'RE EVIL I STILL THINK ABOUT "i need you" WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT /lh no but actually you're so good at writing angst that rips my heart out like. if i want to sob i'm going for your azul angst (ITS A GOOD THING PROMISE)

@siphoklansan / ☔ — BEAUTIFUL ART. STUNNING. i love love love how much detail she puts into her pieces (yes i am thinking abt the floyd piece for the lipstick challenge ITS SO CUTE) AND SHE DREW STUFF BASED ON THE SONG HEART ATTACK AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY.

@fukashiin / 💌 — silly little goofy deuce rambles and omg the leech twins. I REREAD THE STARING THINGY SHE WROTE OVER AND OVER AZULLLL AZUL'S PART IS SO %@$!%##@%!$#$%@!$#%@$!#%!@%#$!@#$%

@ryuubff / 🪼 — omg there is literally so much i could say about them. my first obey me mutual. the first person who was alike "omg let's create solomon content together." i love talking to them sm and honestly they deserves the best because they're so kind and creative C: WAHHHH

@hisui-dreamer / 🌟 — SO SWEET. i know i'm saying a lot but i have so many mutuals that made me feel so welcomed and rinna was one of them. every single piece of work you'll find on that blog is brewing with emotions and gentle care I LOVE.,,.., I LOVE!!!!!!

@officialdaydreamer00 / 🌠 — ?!?!?!?! ALSO INCREDIBLY KIND AND SO SO CREATIVE!!!! they draw me things all the time and it literally melts my heart :((( i love lov love talking to them about octavinelle and they're super easy to connect with :(((

@the-v-lociraptor / 💙 — we literally just became moots a little bit ago BUT i find a lot of good fanart through her!! she reblogs a lot of cool stuff :D !!!!!

@ceruleancattail / 🔷 — I FORGOT TOW RITE SMTH HELP EM anyways <33 ceru writes some cute ass shit that makes me kick my feet and squeal (AND ALL THE AZUL CONTENT I HAVENT BINGED YET....UGH IM SO EXCITED)

@i-like-forgs / 💪 — appreciator of sand cats and draws a lot!! the creator of my wedding venue with azul and enabler of so many of my ramble i am clinging to his ankle as he drags me around

@valerie-leech / 💚 — we just started talking but they're part of the auburn azul wedding squad!! :D im excited to interact with them <3

@twst-beam / 🎉 — we also haven't talked a lot yet but i can't wait to get to know her better C: !!

@iseethatimicy / 💎 — a fellow azul kisser!! i finally found another one!! :D has an unholy amount of azul memes i do not know where they come from (probably pinterest) but they are Fascinating

@acornwinter / 💫 — sends random shit in my inbox because they started talking about their dreams once and i decided Yes!! and now they draw my ocs and its super cute and i love their little tiny ppl drawings C:

@totallymem3 / 🥀 — we just started talking but!! very sweet <33 her art style is just MMMMUAH CHEFS KISS!!!!!!!!! i love it. it reminds me of spring.

@z3llous / 🐸 — draws azul SOOOOO good i love lovelovlevoevloev his art!!! its so scrumptious i eat it all up for breakfast lunch dinner ON NOMNOM

@cecilebutcher / 🪩 — has a bunch of really cool ocs!!! igor my belobed /p they have such a creative mind and its a pleasure to listen to them ramble about the characters they created!!! :D

@ang33333333l / 🙏 — another azul kisser!! we haven't talked much but i can tell doll is a very sweet person <33

@axvwriter / 👻 — SHE HAS AZUL'S DORM UNIFORM AND IM SO JEALOUS. LITERALLY SO UNFAIR.

@soru-ya / 🍞 — THEY WROTE AROACE CONTENT FOR ME :((((( CRYING RN they're such a good writer please go check them out PLEASE im begging you

@rains-asleep / 🐝 — ANOTHE RGOOD WRITER WHAWHWAHWHAHWA <33333 we had such a deep conversation about caramel once it was enlightening.

@shinysparklesapphires / 🎀 — floods my inbox with precure stuff and now its next on my watch list. started the laura and azul siblings conspiracy :O !!!!!

@twistedchatterboxed / 🌊 — The jade kisser ever. we have a lot of mutual moots (hehe say that ten times fast) so i'm excited to get to know her better!! :D

@keii01 / 🍡 — she's so sweet i want to put her in my pocket and carry her around everywhere i go!! she draws a lot of cute stuff too (there is no such thing as too many ribbons <3)

@tsun0tar0u / 🐉 — showed me a genshin glitch once and i have never been the same. also i would die for kafka btw. normal about rollo btw. So Normal.

@non-binary-lil-shit / 🍄 — enables my marine bio and mycology rambling!! also i am very concerned for you C:

@queen-shiba / 🦁 — your profile theme is literally so pretty i am eating it right now (IDK I JUST LOVE ORANGE) also the leona blender post made me so confused but also i laughed really hard HELP

@vioisgoinginsane / 💜 — she likes some vampire game i think LMAO but the twst content? YUMMY. a writer once in a blue moon and apparently best known for the BITING ROOK HUNT post. GET IT!!!

@moonlit-midnight / 🌸 — hannah is such a good writer :(( WRITES PLATONIC FICS DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE!!! PLATONIC FICS!!!!!!! they're all so adorable and make me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate <3

@ryker-writes / 🦚 — asked about to deep sea and LET ME TELL YOU i got so excited about it and im still writing it hehe. ryker writes a lot of familial angst so its that your thing go for it!!

@datboredpencil / 💀♦️ — GORGEUYS ART ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS YUMY UMY UM AN ENTIRE BUFFET!!!! theres a lot of idia x cater content too if thats youre thing!!! :D

@twistwonderlanddevotee / 🪷 — we havent talked a lot but im still happy to have you here!! :D

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo / 🐥 — apparently very normal about sebek. the Most normal. we havent talked a lot but hes silly :D

@dove-da-birb / 🪿 — literally so funny. putting you in my pocket right now!! ALSO I LOVE YOUR BRAINROTTING HELP

@loser-jpg / 😬 — YOUR BEWILDERMENT AT MY DASH SPAMMING WAS REALLY FUNNY i hope you get used to it </3

@ashipiko / 🌺 — THE #1 ACE KISSER EVER???? her art is so munchy and yummy i want to eat it :(( HER STYLE IS SO CUTE SRSLY IF YOU HAVENT SEEN HER ART YET PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

@shyhaya / you should pick an emoji!! — wrote the most fantastic delicious delightful heart wrenching thing for azul and tagged ME in it :(((( AAAAAA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT SOONER. IF YOU EVER WRITE FOR AZUL AGAIN PLEASE TAG ME I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

@musicalhistorical / 👹 — omg hi quotev person you've been putting up w my bullshit since forever ITS SO FUNNY TO SEE YOU HERE LMAO

@thehollowwriter / 🎶 — ITS LITERALLY A CRIME I HAVENT FOUND YORU WRITING SOONER??? WHY HAVENT I SEEN IT??? IM GOING TO BINGE YOUR AZUL FICS RIGHT NOW EVERYONE SHUT UP I AM SHAKING YOU AROUND QUINN

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[skylertheminish]

Harper is laying on the couch reading a book. And is perfectly vulnerable to smol knight interruptions.

Ceru was wandering around the place when she came across Harper on the sofa reading a book. They looked to be very busy, but also looked to be very cosy too. Normally she'd just snuggle up to her many well-played-with and much-loved toys if Arma or Notch were busy (and others of course). But she was feeling a little bit lonely and felt like spending time with Notch's funny berry person.

In order to do this. Little Ceru had to be sneaky!

With very soft and tiny foot steps, she crept closer and closer to Harper the berry person. They seemed to be unaware of the little ninja knight.and her soft babbles. Up she went on to the arm of the sofa and then climbed up the back and crawled along, looking to see where she could go without being noticed.

" cewa...fwu..fwedge "

She muttered softly before crawling further along. Suddenly she lost her footing and slipped down the back of the sofa and landed square on Harper's belly. Felling sorry about the incident, she gave Harper some gentle pats on where she landed before giving them some apologetic nuzzles.

Ceru may have wanted to surprise Harper. But not like that.

#pokemon #ceruledge #ceruledge the smol #answered asks #the spam specialist #lore of the knights #my inane writing #ceru planned to surprise them with nuzzles

[ceru-at-hogwarts]

The Boy and His Cedar Wand (Ominis Gaunt Oneshot)

[My first fanfiction in a very long time! It's about how Ominis got his wand. Hope you enjoy it! SFW, 1200 words]

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Gerbold Ollivander, the most renowned of all Wandmaker of his time, perfectly remembered each wand he ever sold, as well as each client who purchased them. Most were young witches and wizards, buying their first wands, ready for their first year of study in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To these young ones Ollivander served them kindly, gauging their personality, letting a brand-new wand to choose a new young master, ready for learning and for adventures.  Some of his clients were adults, usually coming after their first wands were damaged beyond repair, or lost. To them, Ollivander begrudgingly served them, slightly crossed, knowing that more than often these adults were not ones who treated his creations with care and respect.

Yet today, the client entering his shop was the most unusual one in his recent memory. It was a boy. A very young boy indeed, much younger than his usual young clients. Probably about six years old, probably younger. The boy’s eyes were cloudy and milky, and he tilted slightly his head nervously, while the tall and dark looking witch that must be his mother hold his wrist tightly, practically dragging him toward the shop. Ollivander raised his eyebrow calmly, expecting the witch to be purchasing a wand for herself. He could not be more surprised, yet he was not surprised at the same time, to see what happened next.

“He needs a wand of his own,” the witch said curtly, with an undisguised hint of disgust in her voice. She violently shoved the boy forward, making him stumble and nearly fell to the floor had Ollivander not caught him deftly in time. The boy was shaking slightly, as if wanting to cry but too afraid to do so in front of his mother. “Useless boy, unable to follow even the simplest task he’s told to do, unable to even cast a basic spell we expected our young ones to in our family! And now his aunt is telling us that Ominis needs his own wand, and that things will be better afterward. It better be!” The witch spat angrily, her voice filled with disdain and disgust in equal measure. It made Ollivander wonder what the task was. Whatever it was, it did not sound like something pleasant.

Slowly, he took a long look at the boy who was shaking in front of him, noticing traces of dried tears and terrors in those cloudy eyes, wondering what had happened. He could sense something was terrorizing the boy deeply. Ollivander sighed quietly. Ominis tilted his ears toward Ollivander, afraid to make any noise, his unseeing eyes blinked rapidly. Quietly the boy stood immobile, unlike any other young client of Ollivander, Ominis did not look around excitedly, nor moving from his spot, as if he was afraid to. Either from stumbling or from his mother, Ollivander could not guess.

One more quick look at Ominis and Ollivander knew what he had to do.

Most young witches and young wizards coming to his store would be paired with a brand new wand, sometime ones completed barely a day before. But this boy, Ollivander reasoned, needed something more.

Quietly, under the scathing gaze of the witch and the nervous silence of the boy, he went to the back of the shop, and pulled a long, thin old wandbox. Unlike any other brand-new boxes containing a brand new wand in his shop, this box was quite dented at the corners. Its silver lines were faded and there were scratches on it.

Ollivander slowly kneeled beside Ominis so that they were on the same height. Even if the boy could not see, he wanted his voice to come from the same height as Ominis.

“Here, try this,” Ollivander told Ominis as he gently placed the old wand on the boy’s hands.

Nervously, Ominis’ fingers ran through the wand, exploring all marks and scratches on it. Finally, he held its handle with both hands. And for the first time in his short life, he felt a feeling of warmth and benevolence, running through his fingers to the end of his hairs, his toes, enveloping him in a comforting feeling. For the first time ever, he felt safe. It is as if he suddenly found a friend who understood and cared for him. The feeling was new. From the tip of the wand, sparks flew.

Ollivander nodded quietly, quite proud of his strong intuition. He knew that this wand had come back to this shop waiting for this particular child. He knew what this pairing meant. This boy in front of him needed more than just a wand. Ominis needed this wand in particular.

“That’s not a new wand isn’t it?” The witch behind Ominis sneered. “Looked like an old second hand one.”

“You’re right, Madam,” Ollivander replied politely. “Cedar, ten inches, phoenix feathers. This wand was made by my grandfather and was sold to a witch over a century ago. The witch willed us this wand back after she passed away. I believe your son would benefit with such an experienced wand. Please consider it a gift. I will not sell a wand that had once been sold before,” he added quickly as the witch seemed displeased at the prospect of buying an old wand. It seemed paramount to Ollivander now that Ominis needed all the help he could get, poor boy. He could not even imagine what the boy had to live through with such parents. And quietly, he knew of the reputation of the family now standing in front of him.

“A… a gift…?” For the first time ever, the boy spoke. Ominis hold the wand with an unbelieving expression. Clearly, he had not received that many gifts in his life.

“You should know that a second hand wand always come enriched with the experience of the witches and wizards who wielded them before you. This particular wand belonged to a witch who created a particular spell, one that I am quite sure you will find useful. Just like you, she was blind. But it is not something that stopped her. She was best known as the creator of the Echolocus Spell.”

“E… Echolocus?” Ominis whispered, confused.

“It is also known as the Echolocation Spell. Echo means sound, or a reverberation of a sound. It is a spell that allows you to navigate your surroundings, detecting the terrain and objects around you by emanating magical wave. All around you. When the wave hits an object or any obstacle, it will reflect toward you and your wand will allow you to sense it. That way, you can detect everything around you. As this wand was one that was involved in the creation of this spell and knew it well, I expect it would help guide you in the days to come.”

Ominis said nothing, listening to Ollivander teaching him the spell, and how to use it even without uttering the incantation. He could hear a pulsion coming through his finger toward his wand, and for the first time ever in his life the world seemed less frightening. Whether it was from the warmth of the wand in is hands, or from the warmth of Ollivander’s voice, he could not tell. He felt save.

For the first time ever in a very long time, Ominis smiled.

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #ominis #ceru writes #my writing #I love Ominis so much and I hope you enjoy my writing #ollivanders #Gerbold Ollivander #young ominis

[robo-milky]

“Ah, Cherie~”

His voice rings out, the weight of a palm placed on your shoulder. A pair of emerald eyes glint with amusement, a faint pink playing on his cheeks. Rook Hunt, a upperclassman who’s taken a little too much interest in you.

Tilting your head, you nuzzle into the back of his palm, a purr rolling off your lips. He pinched your cheeks playfully, before pulling his hand away. Pouting slightly, you turn to face him.

“I’ve heard that it’s a special day for you today, Mon amour.”

With a flourish of his hat, he gives you a elegant bow, clutching that hat of his to his chest. Ever the gentleman, he raises a palm, asking for your hand. You relent, placing your hand carefully in his. Fingers intertwining, the ghost of a smile plays on Rook’s lips.

Slipping something onto your wrist, you wince at the sudden cold. A bracelet, silver and smooth. A simple design, yet it had the slender grace of a ballerina. Rook gives your hand an appreciative pat, fingers stroking your fingers.

His eyes meet yours, a gentle sort of gaze, simply overflowing with affection.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche darling.”

Happy birthday from Ceru! Hope you like this, hehe! Thank you for being friends with me, and I wish you a fulfilling belated birthday, Mrs Hunt🫶

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

#CERRRUUUUUUU #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS— #YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHOCKED I WAD TO RECIEVE THIS MOMENTS AFTER I ANNOUNCED THE EVENT FROM TWO WEEKS AGO AND AAAAA ;;;;; #you diamond loving madlad— #still kicking and rolling on my bed from reading this now /// #cloche’ birthday bash 🎊 #ask 🎊 #oc: cloche🎊 #mutuals 🎊 #cat scribblez 🌸 #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst ocs #ceru marple #rookloche #rook x cloche #others writing

[the-littlest-kojin]

FFXIV Write 2023, Day Three: Free Day

Slowly, Ceru looks around the clearing. A thick canopy of trees overhead prevents the starlight from reaching the ground.

With his hands at his sides, clenched into fists, he slowly scans his gaze over the soldiers surrounding him. Black iron, hands holding various guns and swords, all pointed at him. Tiny motes of blue fire flicker through the air.

One of the ironmen begins to speak. Ceru cannot hear him.

The roar of flame fills the Viera's mind. The sound of wood cracking, trees falling.

The ironman is pointing his gun at Ceru's face now.

Ceru closes his eyes, and exhales. The Word speaks.

Slowly, Ceru walks away from the burned ground. A thick plume of smoke overhead prevents the starlight from reaching the ground.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #ffxivwrite2023 #ceru

[whumpflash]

underrated whump dynamic: when the whumpee and the caretaker lowkey hate each other

#yes this is about tansy and cerus #though cerus doesn't necessarily hate tansy. he just doesn't trust them at all #and tansy may hate cerus but that doesn't mean they'll stand by and watch him suffer #whump writing #character dynamics #whump prompt

[ceruleancattail]

Happy Valentine’s, Jackass

Cerulean Diamond🔷

The crinkle of paper echoed through the room. A messily wrapped box was plopped onto Cater’s lap without so much as a warning. A clumsily wrapped box, edges jutting out. A ribbon was tied around it, with a particularly unique pattern.

Diamonds. Red diamonds, running through the ribbon’s entire length. Emerald eyes glance upwards towards the source of the gift. A pink-haired person, standing with their arms folded tight. Fingers locked into their elbows. Nervousness tucked away, trembles forced still.

Sliding a finger through the ribbon, Cater lifts it upwards. Swinging the gift in circles playfully, a knowing smile flickering across his lips.

“What’s this, Ceru?”

“Chocolate.” Was the curt reply. Quick and brutal, words flying out as fast as they could. Yet despite their rough tone, it was hard to miss the deep crimson, flushed on Ceru’s cheeks.

“Dark chocolate. I know how much you hate sweet things.”

A chuckle, tinged with amusement. A crooked smile slips onto Cater’s lips, as he watches Ceru squirm around. It’s fun to watch them struggle with their words, their tongue spinning around and around, tying itself into knots.

It was great fun to mess with them, poking away playfully…. That was all it was. The pitter patter of his heart? It’s was just from the thrill of teasing Ceru. That was all it was… maybe.

They do look adorable all red like that, though.

“I don’t exactly hate sweet things. I merely… dislike them. Y’know Ruru, hate doesn’t always mean what it’s supposed to mean.”

He jabs at their elbow playfully, chuckling all the while.

“Like how you always say you hate me, but-“

Pinching the flesh of Cater’s cheek, Ceru yanks it lightly. Wiggling it with just enough force to make Cater wince.

“Just open the damn box already!”

Cater cups the box within his palms, holding it a little closer to his chest. Gently cradling it, as if it was something precious. Peeling off the wrapping bit by bit, nails scrapping against the paper. Revealing a transparent box, filled to the brim with little chocolate hearts. Lovingly decorated with shaky hands, uneven icing slipping off the edges.

Plucking one of them up, Cater inspects them carefully, grin softening ever so slightly.

“You made these by hand?”

“Yeah, it took awhile.” A slight pause, before they mumble.

“It’s still edible, though, despite being horrible visually. Sorry. I know you would post these.”

Cater’s smile falls ever so slightly. Clutching at the box, his fingers tap on its cover anxiously. Mulling over his words silently. Before he reaches out, slipping his fingers through Ceru’s.

“Aww, that’s fine! I think they’re cute. Besides, you made them.”

He beams, a faint pink dusting the very tips of his ears.

“I’m sure they’ll taste wonderful.”

#cerulean diamond 🔷 #valentine day suckers #valentine day #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #cater diamond #cater diamond x cerulean marple #cater x Ceru #self indulgent bullshit because it’s late and I want to write #anyways cerulean diamond is not real #trust

[befuddled-calico-whump]

(hope you don’t mind me posting this here, as i’d like to stay on anon)

i have a or rather 2 drabble requests/ideas? but feel free to ignore this if neither of these catch your interest :)

either when Tansy finds Cerus and brings him home but from his POV or a glimpse in the (far) future of Cerus

I don't mind at all! Rather, I am excited. I always love suggestions/ideas :D

Penumbra: Unless (Cerus's POV)

cw: illness, beating/abuse, heavily implied deathwish

Tansy's POV ///// Penumbra Masterlist

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He'd heard somewhere, long ago, that the sea air was good for one's health. An old wive's tale. Something to do with the salt winds, and the vast open water. Cerus hadn't much believed it the first time he'd heard it, and the icy rains of late fall washed away what little hope he may have taken in the words.

It was hard to say how long it had been since the miners had handed him over to the shipwrights. A few weeks, perhaps, the time a blend of cold and pain and heavy planks. Not very long in, a cough had settled into his lungs and bodily shivers chased after it, following him even to sleep, when he was finally able to collapse onto a damp wool blanket, the dockside workshed shielding him from the worst of the wind.

Every day he seemed to grow weaker. Every day it became easier to retreat into his mind and let the world around him blur; a collection of cold, aching moments he couldn't pull a true memory from. Much like the mines, his work at the shipyard was not detail-oriented, consisting purely of moving materials from place to place, and accepting blows from the wrights when he failed in that. Cerus couldn't count the days, and he could no longer hold the names or the faces in his mind, but he could count the beatings.

The bad ones. Not the little slaps or glancing blows. The ones meant to teach him a lesson, yet had too much anger behind him to be as simple as that claim.

Six so far. It felt like making tally marks. And when he at last reached an as-of-yet undetermined number, it could end. His eyes would slip closed and for once, the Healer wouldn't make it in time. He only wondered how many more it would be. Another six? Four? One? It couldn't be long. It couldn't.

The rain came down heavy that morning, drenching his blanket, and it made him shiver so badly he could barely feed himself his meager breakfast. After the meal, it was off to work. Bony arms lifting planks that likely weighed more than he did these days.

He struggled under the material as he dragged it towards the builders, placing aching legs as carefully as he could to avoid slipping on the wet dock. It wasn't his footing that failed him in the end, it was his own stupid body, unable to bear the weight of the planks any longer. Cerus's legs buckled, and he hit the ground hard, scattering the wood around him. The impact with the dock spurred a coughing fit, tearing up his lungs from the inside out, and before he could even try to get up, one of the workers was towering over him, their boot colliding with his chest over and over again, pain on pain on pain.

Seven.

Maybe seven would be enough. Maybe his seventh was his last.

The worker was shouting at him, but through the pain of their blows and the struggle to breathe, Cerus couldn't be bothered to comprehend what was being said.

Get up, most likely. Get up, you worthless, wretched shadow.

Then all of a sudden, the blows stopped.

Not seven, Cerus thought, almost mournfully. Not yet.

He remained on the ground, half steadying his breath, half seizing onto a pitiful excuse for a rest, telling himself it would just be a moment, and if it wound up being a moment too long, number eight could begin, and maybe that one, that one, would mean the end. 

"Cerus?"

He froze at the sound of his own name, spasms running through his fingers as he squeezed his fists tightly, expectantly.

"Cerus."

His name again. Like the speaker was confirming to themselves that it truly was him. The damned Shadow King, the scourge of the land. He dared to look up, peering through dark hair that framed his vision like winter-dead branches.

The face before him was not a cruel one, but he knew by now how deceiving looks could be. They knelt beside him, uncertain brown eyes behind red curls, regarding him with something that may have been pity.

"Do you have a place away from the rain?" they murmured, the question only serving to remind Cerus that he didn't, that everything he'd had, everything he'd been, was lost. The stranger's brow furrowed when he told them as much.

Their hand, warm brown contrasting the gray that surrounded them both, pulled away from where it had been tucked inside their cloak, extending towards Cerus. 

"Then come with me."

The words, the gesture, the imitation of kindness, all curdled together, threatening to dredge up memories of a similar ruse; memories he'd rather leave buried. They wanted to hurt him. He was certain of that much. They wanted to bring him somewhere dry and warm and hurt him. Perhaps they'd already bribed the dock workers to look the other way. Perhaps that was why the beating had ceased.

He could do nothing to stop it. Even should he try to run, to surrender himself to the icy embrace of the sea, he'd never get far. The builders or the guards or the stranger would catch him, and he'd be dragged away to suffer.

He could do nothing to stop it. He could only give himself up, and hope it made things easier, hope his compliance, his submission, would inspire even the smallest shard of mercy.

Shoulders shaking, chest rattling with every tiny, hitching breath, Cerus pressed his trembling hand into the stranger's. 

An acceptance of whatever fate they decided to inflict.

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#i do have some plans for future!cerus #but for now its all gonna be past/present to avoid spoilers+not end up contradicting myself too badly lol #i swear ill get back to the main story eventually #and i still have cerus prompts sitting in my askbox that ill also get to soon :) #sad sad man #cerus: i hate and distrust everyone because everyone hates and distrusts me #also cerus: oh shoot better use they/them so i don't accidentally misgender this new tormentor #i write whump not homophobia #whump #penumbra: shadow king #anon #fantasy whump #villain whumpee #royal whump #beaten #tw abuse #angst

[k-looking-glass-house]

Get attacked!!❤️💗Send this to other bloggers you think you are wonderful! Keep the game going💕 BACK AT YOU

Ahghh indeed Ceru hit back.... Thank youuu 🫠✨✨✨💕

#Your ask everyone... Plus the thunder here... #I ll revert back to being a child... #Thank you Ceru !! #Their writing is so great !!! Go check it !!

[tavina-writes]

Tagged in Seven Sentence Saturday by @woobifiedvillain! Thanks for the tag! This is from chapter two of "Closer to Grief" which is the LXC post canon arranged marriage fic that is also my current focus wip (once I dig myself out of the battleship exchange mines).

With some amount of trepidation, Zewu-jun turns his attention to the box. Nestled inside, on a cushion of silks, is a washed ginseng root — so large and so old that it must be close to a thousand years old.  Such a gift could, these days, only come from Nie Huaisang and the Yongchang Liu, who had for a very long time fiercely guarded their medicinal herbs and supplements. These days, perhaps only Nie Huaisang can persuade the Yongchang Liu to part with something as valuable as this.  The Yongchang Liu, who lived in the Taihang Mountains, worship the oldest of their ginseng as deities to be tended to, with as much reverence and care as their own ancestors and would not have simply — would not simply have dug one up and washed it just because Nie Huaisang asked politely or otherwise.  He has no idea what Nie Huaisang may have said or bartered to get this gift from his maternal aunt, who was related to him only because her sister had adopted the recently motherless Nie Huaisang as an infant. It was not a blood connection, so the goodwill there, at least in the eyes of society, is understandably thin.  Zewu-jun, who had long since given up on understanding any part of Nie Huaisang — neither his cruelty nor his generosity was understandable in any part — breathes in slightly with the shock of it all.

The information immediately afterwards is that Madam Nie (the only Madam Nie in this universe bc NHS was adopted by her after his mother died) died in childbirth with a stillborn daughter that WOULD'VE been NMJ and NHS's little sister. The post canon of NHS-LXC dynamics....

tagging @jaimebluesq @cerusee @fortune-maiden @qserasera since I think these are people who are currently working on wips? And of course anyone else who wants to play!

#my writing #closer to grief #lxc's post canon clownshoes adventure #ceru calls this man snailchen because I like to salt him

[twst-beam]

JEIRU!!!

THANK YOU CERU IT'S BRAINROT TIME

OKAY OKAY OKAY calm down calira they're gonna think you're insane

JEIRIU IS- ehem. jeiriu, at its core, was made because 1) i imprinted on jade when i saw him and 2) ANGST POTENTIAL :DDDDDD

because she's leaving!!!!!!!! she's gotta get back to her duties!!!!! what if the kingdom is in shambles!!!! what if the princess was killed!!! her duties lie in emeronia!!!! but what about her duty to her dearest? 🥺

and that is where i grin like a MANIAC and make them go through the ouchiest and angstiest parting ever :DDD they'll get their happy ending, but first they must Suffer ^v^

please take note that i have no idea why I'm like this literally all my other ships are happy fluffy ships jeiriu just. idk. i can't explain it even if i tried.. and, i tried :'D

ANGST ASIDE THOUGH this darling ship thrives on curiosity and fascination, everiu listens to jade ramble about his mushrooms, and jade in turn loves watching the prefect do literally whatever <3

there's also more tea about the enemies arc but idk I'll save that for another ask this got long :'D

#calira answers #THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME CERU THIS SCRATCHED THE ITCH I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT THEM >:DDDDD #jeiriu #eheeheeheehee oh dearrrrrrr whatever shall they doooooo ^v^