#other characters include

Thank you so much for asking! Ok this is a lot but here we go

 So my main one is Ophiel, he was an angel soldier who was exiled to earth ~2000 years ago and is the trauma holder of the story lol. His body is mortal but he himself isn't, so through some of my very convoluted systems he can die and come back to life a short time later.

 Next is Aurel, a crow demon who loves human culture and is generally a kind of a decadent person, but what can I say he loves humans and the fruits of their existence. He made a blood pact with Ophiel during one of his brushes with rock bottom, and is the sole reason Ophiel didn’t die 1000 years earlier. He's not as much as a classical demon, and certainly wasn’t an angels before that, kinda has some pagan themes. He is sort of a deuteragonist/ love interest.

  then there's Iudicel, another angel once friends* with Ophiel but after he fell, Iudicel promised to work out the issue and get him back to heaven, but grows to resent the fact that being semi-mortal has changed him. Generally Iudicel is the antagonist of Ophiel's story.

*Ophiel never really considered him a friend, more of a boss, but Iudicel refuses to understand that

story cover for Howling At the Dog Star, the lives of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

1971: they meet on the Hogwarts Express. Remus thought that Sirius was a funny name, but it matched his funny gray eyes. 1972: Remus's secret had been revealed by then, but not one of his friends thought any less of him. 1973: Sirius decides that "Moony" is an excellent nickname for his friend. Remus may also be blushing a bit more often than normal when around Sirius, but Remus decides it's nothing at all and ignores it. 1975: One fateful day in Potions, Professor Slughorn has them brewing Amortentia. Sirius is Remus's partner, and when they're finished, Remus is struck by the fact that the potion smells like Sirius. 1976: They kiss.

read it on ao3 or fanfiction.net. each chapter is a short but feels-packed ride, varying from tooth-rotting fluff to heart-wrenching sadness.

an excerpt from chapter sixty-four of For In Dreams.

Dawlish took a deep gulp of his tea, wishing that the warmth of it would manage to pierce the cold that had already set up residence in his chest. He hated shifts at Azkaban, more especially he hated that he had babysit a rookie while at Azkaban. It was like life had personally taken one look at him and decided that dumping shit luck on him was its favorite form of entertainment. “Bloody cold,” muttered Pierce. “’Course it’s bloody cold, it’s fuckin’ Azkaban,” Dawlish snapped. “I don’t even get why we’ve got to be here,” Pierce said in a grumble, his young face set in an unbecoming pout. “Aren’t the bloody Dementors enough for this place?” “We’re not here to guard the prisoners,” Dawlish grunted. “We’re here to keep an eye on the Dementors, or so Scrimgeour says.” As if to prove his point, a black cloaked figure floated past the end of their corridor, its aura causing the Warming Charm he’d just performed to fade instantly. Dawlish cast it again, then shook himself vigorously and gulped more from his tea. “What’re they gonna do, eh?” Pierce asked. “Kiss some unsuspecting sod? Let ‘em, I say. The less of this rot we’ve got, the better.” “Careful,” Dawlish growled, and Pierce looked up at him, face white. “You might have Dumbledore breathing down your neck about the falsely accused.” Pierce gave a laugh, and Azkaban managed to make even that sound off-putting. “Fair point, mate.” Dawlish stalked down the corridor, gave a glance in both directions at the intersection, and made his way to a corridor that was open to the outer air. Dawlish looked down at the ground below, at the sea of Dementors milling about the base of the dark tower, then lifted his eyes upward before turning away again. He was almost at the end of the corridor when Pierce gave a sudden gasp behind him and caused him to jump halfway out of his skin. Turning round, Dawlish aimed a glare and a scathing remark to the younger Auror. “Pierce, what the bloody hell are you on about?” Pierce grabbed his sleeve, startling Dawlish further, and tightened his grip when Dawlish made to pull away. “Look!” Pierce hissed, his other hand raising, pointing, his finger shaking. Dawlish groaned internally and turned to look, thinking to himself that the moment they got back to the ministry, he would be reporting to Rourke that Pierce wasn’t ready for Azkaban duty yet, but then his eyes found what Pierce was so afraid of.

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Ima just do all the characters bc you’re probably talking about pet boi but I don’t want to assume

Pet boi: Still feels bad about being exited that its owner was paying attention to it. Its owner obviously wasn’t happy, and it will be very careful not to make that mistake again.

Cronos: Hasn’t had any consistent access to friends in a while. Probably played too rough on accident in the past.

I was asked to answer questions about Clarence by @inertial-reel

Full Name: Clarence (I’m bad at last names, so I haven’t given him one yet :( .)

Gender and Sexuality: Male, hetero.

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: English/Human

Birthplace/Birthdate: London/a while ago on an alternate timeline, so it really doesn’t matter, but think late 1700s/early 1800s

Guilty Pleasures: Food, a Pint of the stout at The Hybrid’s Claw, making fun of his work partner David.

Phobias: Biologists and Sociologists.

What they would be famous for: His uppercut.

What they would get arrested for: His past career as a mercenary. 

OC I ship him with: His fiancée.

OC most likely to murder them: Whatever he’s punching at the moment, followed by David’s mother. Not with her own hands, though. Through somebody else.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He likes reading cookbooks. He normally doesn’t have time to cook, but on his days off he cooks meals as extravagant as he can afford.

Least favorite Movie/Book cliche: He doesn’t like red herrings in mysteries.

Talents and/or Powers: Clarence is a talented close-quarters combatant. He has a particular focus on boxing/fisticuffs, with a few choice grapples he’s learned from his travels. Since a vast majority of what he’s fighting outweighs him and is stronger and faster than he is, he wears a powered exoskeleton to give his punches more... punch.

Why someone might love him: He is honest and cares very deeply about his friends. He punches things hard too, if you like that kind of thing. 

Why someone might hate him: He’s got a ruthless streak, and can fly into violent rages. This is something some people do not appreciate. Also, he’s relegated into the Sancho Panza trope/archetype.

How he changes: This current book doesn’t have a lot of development for him. His development occurs long before the start of the book, when he realizes that while he enjoys fighting, that he’s doing it for the wrong people, and so he joins the British Government to fight abominations.