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snowflake-of-destruction · 4 years

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Danger of the Deep

AKA: I can’t write a quick, few line caption to save my life Part 1/8. Based off of the first picture of THIS POST where Aqua is posed all sexy but also looking like she wants to eat someone

Part 2/? of Mermaid AU that needs a name

Timeline-wise this takes place long after the plot that may or may not ever happen because this is just a casual exchange of out of sequence fun mermay snippets. @shaky-mayhemm have a surprise Naminé and some interesting questions raised about Ventus. We hadn’t discussed Ventus yet but I am confident the shared brain is in the same place. These are now things that are happening. I incorporated your language barrier headcanon so now we say Roxas is a rebel who hung out around human ships enough to learn language pre-AU canon. Enjoy my word vomit. Read more for length

Naminé knew she should count herself fortunate. Perhaps, she should even feel honored. Aqua didn't come out of the water for just anyone, even now, verging a year after The Kingdom Below--an imperfect translation of the mercity's true name, Naminé was sure, but one that had stuck after Riku had told his rambling story and one that none of the merfolk, including their blue haired young leader who typically found every occasion she could for objections, protested--had become more open secret than legend amongst half the seaside town of Destiny. The young artist didn't feel lucky though. She felt like she had swallowed a live eel that was slowly making it's way down her throat, however, as the mermaid regarded her with eyes adapted to hunting underwater, too wide and too bright to pass for human, that were still one of the merfolk's more humanlike features.

The queen was beautiful, no doubt, despite her scales and other oddities. They all were breathtaking in their own ways. Naminé saw at once why the crew of the Dawnfire had fallen in love. The greater mystery was how they forced themselves to come back to land. That didn't mean, however, that Naminé wasn't at least a little unnerved by the rulers of the sea. Personally, she would have preferred to admire them from afar, catching a flash of a fin in the distance she could sigh dreamily at, wondering how it felt to cut through the water, fast and free. She hadn't voiced that preference though, at least not in so many words. She had sputtered concerns that she wasn't the one to come to for a royal portrait, no matter how unorthodox the kingdom or ruler, and she'd asked if it was safe, but she hadn't made it clear that it wasn't only the safety of the mermaid posing on land that she was worried about. So here she was, propelled by curiosity and her inability to say no, standing in the sand, trying to capture the balance between seductive beauty, the unsettling other, and the danger of a predator.

"Do you need another bucket of water poured over you?" Naminé asked, peering around her easel more obviously than the quick darts of eye she had been doing previously, speaking slowly so Aqua could read her lips. She failed at keeping eye contact before the merqueen even answered. Did all merfolk not blink or was it just a quirk of Aqua's?

Aqua let out the short chirp Naminé had already learned meant no. The blonde girl repeated the noise under her breath, further committing the intonation to memory. She had a feeling she would be practicing imitating the dolphin-like noises of the merfolks' native tongue in her room that night. Ventus had warned her that the queen wouldn't speak English to her. She'd wondered aloud why the rest of Aqua's people hadn't taught her yet. Ventus had smiled, shook his head, and corrected her gently. Aqua knew English. She simply refused to speak it. According to Ventus, Terra was becoming quite fluent in mermish under his tutelage however, which begged a question Ventus refused to answer. How did he know mermish so well in the first place, well enough he'd taught Riku even before he started teaching Terra, when he'd been the last to meet the creatures of the deep?

"Alright then. Tell me when you do." Naminé found speaking loudly enough she could be sure the air didn't steal her words before they reached Aqua difficult. It was silly. Aqua was fully beached and may even need help to return to the water if the tide didn't shift again before she was done posing for Naminé , but the artist was helpless against visions of what her tail could do (moving with enough speed and force that if it hit you it could temporarily paralyze you, containing enough muscular power it could snap bones easily, yet demonstrating enough dexterity near the fin that it could wield tools and weapons) and of a flash of pointed shark's teeth that Naminé wasn't sure if she'd imagined or not that forced her to think in turn of those blue eyes full of life turning empty like a shark's as well. Naminé swallowed her baseless fear and the imaginary eel, and painted in lines indicating the delicate gold chains that Aqua wore twined around her wrists, her tail, and anywhere Kairi and Xion could convince her to drape them. Naminé had heard that story multiple times from multiple sources, how gifts given to the younger mermaid princesses inevitably found their way to decorating Aqua and making her look "queenly."

"Calm." The single word almost made Naminé drop her brush. "You are..." It was clear Aqua wasn't used to using her throat to form human words. Though her enunciation was careful and clear, there was a hesitance and strain evident. Blue brows furrowed and Naminé could almost see Aqua sorting through vocabulary in her mind. "...Part of my school."

"School?" Naminé repeated dumbly, meaning coming to her a moment later, a swarm of colorful fish swimming in formation through her mind's eye.

"You were taken too?"

The fragmented question brought Naminé back to a time she'd rather forget. A lightless brig on a ship that never was. She'd known Xemnas had other "guests" while she was there. Demyx was innocently chatty and Xigbar, Marluxia, and Larxene all pointedly, manipulatingly so. She hadn't found out all the details though until her rescue (accidental rescue, she'd never been who they were there for) by the crew of the Dawnfire.

Namine nodded, but didn't go into the detail Aqua may not have cared about of the how and why and ransoms never paid.

"That will never happen again." Aqua's eyes did darken like a shark's but Namine's visions were changing. The vengeful queen of the sea dragging Marluxia down a trench where light never shone, tail squeezing the life from him before the pressure could. "You are Terra's and you are mine."

"Thank you. " Namine had trouble with her voice again, for much different reasons than before. She'd pour all she had into the portrait of the noble warrior matron of the seas.

#kingdom hearts #aqua #namine #mermaid au that needs a name #snippets #the painting is going to be a gift for terra obviously #one day i'll write terrqua #promise and a threat #mermaid au stories

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the-creeping-shadow · 4 years

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Shade’s OCs

Here is a list with all OCs I have so far, including fandom and non-fandom OCs. Some of these might appear new to you (if you have been following me for a while); some might seem familiar. I offer this as a reference, but also as a way to talk about characters a bit. No facts are set in stone; questions and such are always welcome ^^

I’ll start with the ones I’ve already introduced here.

Fandom OCs/Fan characters

Anna Haas My Outlast fan character who exists in an AU based on The Murkoff Account. The result of the question “what if the baby was real?” that appeared in my head one day, Anna exists in several iterations depending on several factors.

Her introduction into the world was more than a little messy; the assault on her mother, Michelle, resulted in Anna being born way too early and spending the first months of her existence in NICU. Obviously she survived the whole ordeal. Under the care of her mother Anna turned into an overall friendly and optimistic child who is very close to her parent, albeit often worried about her given the trauma Michelle endured (which she tries to hide in front of Anna, but the psychological consequences still show up). She’s a headstrong person, determined to pursue any goal she sets for herself, and has a certain tendency to want to take on a leading role in whatever project or even game she is involved in. These traits carry over when she grows up. The past of her family very much interests her even if the truth about her father and her parents’ involvement in Mt. Massive end up taking a toll on her world perception. She becomes more reserved, perhaps even more irritable in certain aspects after the “revelation”, but sets on a quest to find out what exactly ended up happening to her father with a goal to find disclosure and a peace of mind - a dangerous endeavour perhaps, but one she considers worth the risk. The outcome of all this will ultimately depend on two major variables in her story...

Kyniera the Imp A DOOM OC heavily inspired by the codex entries in 2016 and various headcanons I developed about the species’ biology. Not entirely compliant with the lore presented in DOOM Eternal, as she was created before the new game came out; so to some degree she might exist in some AU as well.

A determined survivalist long used to the harsh ways of Hell that are not that much friendlier to demons than they are to any other life forms (especially so if you are a low-ranked Imp - considered nothing more than cannon fodder), Kyniera is an Imp who has gathered enough experience and a certain amount of caution as a result to survive longer than many others of her breed. This, coupled with a growing sense of self-awareness that is present in older Imps only, makes her suitable to take the role of pack leader in any Imp group she finds herself in. If not leader, then at least someone who is confident enough to influence group decisions, especially when it comes to hunting. An unfortunate event has resulted in her, among other lower beasts, being captured by higher-ranking demons and carried off to a combat arena in the depths of Hell to fight against oftentimes stronger opponents for the sheer amusement of Hell denizens but also to test the physical prowess of the members of Hell’s armies, including herself. Kyniera, much to everyone’s surprise perhaps, has proven to be a particularly resilient Imp, showing good knowledge of how to use her innate fire ability and agility to her advantage, becoming somewhat of a “pet” in the arena. Not necessarily a good thing for the Imp as the arena masters and spectators were probably more curious to see how long she will prevail mentally, out of sheer sadistic delight. However, one losing fight convinces her to turn tail and run eventually - and she manages to escape the arena, overcoming her own fears. With a growing hatred towards the “higher-ups” and an unwillingness to die for anyone, Kyniera wishes to distance herself from all Hell politicking and solely focus her efforts on survival and hunting alone. An endeavour that may not come easy as she still ends up getting caught in the crossfire of intra-Hell conflicts between warring factions which ultimately sends her down a path that just may lead to a particular metamorphosis...

Non-fandom OCs

Synth Rex Synth is an old and powerful daemon lord* who rules over an entire realm. He appears to be a cheerful and playful person who interprets almost everything as a game of sorts. Whatever is said or even done to him, Synth will keep smiling and talking in a friendly and ofttimes jolly way. This demeanour keeps showing even if Synth is experiencing negative emotions - as a way to keep up his composure, but also as a way to “troll” people, especially so if they appear more hostile. With his mindset mostly revolving around the maintenance of his realm, Synth is willing to do a lot of things to ensure the prosperity of it. He can be described as a scholar of sorts since he enjoys reading and travelling throughout the multiverse to learn and explore different dimensions, the people, cultures etc. It's one of the more effective ways for Synth to occupy himself and prevent boredom. Other occupations may be training, alchemy, and watching individuals and events having managed to pique his interest, especially if they feature revenge. Unlike my fandom OCs, there is no set storyline for this universe. It’s more of an open world revolving around Synth’s realm and his family as well.

Elizabeth Morgan Elizabeth is a fairly old and mighty daemon and Synth's lover. Elizabeth is what one can describe as a willful and self-confident woman who will not let others influence her in a negative way or push her around. Charming, elegant, and equipped with experience collected over 712 years of her life, Elizabeth prefers to use social skills to go about many matters. This is further helped by her mind control abilities which she can use quite deftly, provided an entity is not more powerful than her. She will often meet others with an overall pleasant demeanour, polite, respectful, and decent, simultaneously confident and not afraid of speaking her mind. Greater slights against her or her family will leave a bitter taste in her mouth and will not be forgotten so easily. As a daemon, Elizabeth has no inhibitions about using her mind control abilities to further her goals. She can be a manipulative person who likes to use a person's mental weak points to convince them of acting or thinking in a way benefiting her. When talking proves to be futile, Elizabeth is still capable of defending herself and will not hesitate to do so: like others of her species, she possesses enhanced strength and the ability to shapeshift into a fearsome daemon form.

Shannon Rex [picture not yet available on Tumblr] Shannon is the first and eldest of Synth and Elizabeth's children. Shannon had had a shapeshifting "accident" at the age of three months, having transformed into an indescribable, amorphous shape which appears to be their daemon form, which significantly differs from the usual form. Ever since, Shannon has to struggle with shapeshifting slips a lot, though their powers are getting better as time passes and they become an adult. Shannon is an introverted and reserved person, somewhat taciturn. Serious and determined, Shannon mostly occupies themselves with books and training and might not necessarily be a person who is in for the "silly" type of fun. Having been raised by a caring, but strict father who has set a firm schedule for his child and having been around their father's subordinates a lot, Shannon is disciplined and generally well-behaved. Due to their problems with the shapeshifting power and initially slow telekinesis, Shannon tends to be insecure about themselves, constantly questioning their worth and might. However, with frequent training units and being the offspring of a daemon lord, it might just be a matter of time until Shannon actually becomes powerful.

Cynthia Rex [picture not yet available on Tumblr] Cynthia is the second and youngest of Synth and Elizabeth's children. Cynthia is a happy and jolly six-year-old child (there is a huge age gap between the children), always curious and with a tendency to ask a lot of questions concerning how things work and what they are. She also has a bit of a mischievous streak and will attempt to play pranks once in a while. Close to her family, she is pretty much seldom seen anywhere away from a family member unless she decides to explore her father's castle on her own. Around strangers Cynthia becomes quiet and will cling to whatever family member is accompanying her at a time. As a child she is unaware of a lot of things existing in the multiverse and has a generally optimist attitude, though she knows not to trust people she does not know, which is mostly because of her family frequently telling her that she should not trust anyone outside of her family and her father's subordinates. Cynthia has recently begun undergoing training units in addition to lessons, which often leave her tired.

Thetis The result of my fascination with sharks, the desire to design a mermaid based on the great white shark, and depicting sharks in a positive light while maintaining the fact that they are (majestic) predators by nature.

Thetis is a very curious and inquisitive great white shark mermaid. While Thetis tends towards the introvert side of the spectrum, she is still open to talking with others, always willing to learn new things. She meets others with a friendly appearance and will not, contrary to what might be said about sharks and shark mermaids, seek any hostile intentions whatsoever as long as she is not agitated or hunting prey. Even though she has no inhibitions about killing other living things (specifically prey), she does so only for the sake of self-preservation and would scoff at others for "wasting" a kill, or put differently, for killing and harming other living things for any other reason than self-preservation. Still, Thetis does enjoy the thrill of the hunt itself and will speak rather openly about hunting if it ever comes to that. Depending on which universe she is set in, Thetis may dislike humans (or other humanoids, depending) for all the things they are doing to sharks and maybe even mermaids. However, she would never actively go against any unless the human provokes her intentionally.

Xenia Used to be a fan character of mine before I decided to rewrite her entire story and include her as a non-fandom OC in my own multiverse. As a result there are still gaps in her story, though her personality/concept remains similar.

An agent working under Synth Rex among his ranks. Xenia has endured an excruciating, unhappy childhood that left her permanently scarred - physically and mentally. An escape from her world, after she has exacted revenge on her tormentors, was offered by Lord Rex, who had become interested in her story, promising a better future for her. While Xenia was hesitant to take his offer to work for him first, she accepted it and ended up in a better position after all, as she perceives it. Still, her life has left her bitter, cynic, and mistrustful. While she tries to keep up a good relationship with her fellow agents, approaching her is still difficult as she prefers a solitary lifestyle, slow to trust anyone. Her manner of speech tends to be sarcastic often. Xenia belongs to an unspecified human-like species, possessing powerful telekinetic abilities that have developed and strengthened as she grew up. It was this power that allowed her to turn her "fate" over.

*the depiction of the daemon might drastically differ from “canonical” mythological depictions in places. These characters exist in a multiverse created by me and thus adhere to lore created by myself.

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l0chn3ss · 6 years

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Motel Mishap

Written for @souleaterpolyamweek Soul Eater Polyamory Week 2018 Day 6- Cuddles

Soul Eater Evans, Maka Albarn, Death the Kid | Day 6 Read on FFNET or AO3

“You could have booked any other hotel, but no, you went for a friggin’ motel in the middle of nowhere!”

“It looked bigger in the pictures,” Maka whispered. She leaned over to unzip her boots, and after a good look at the carpet, she decided against it.

Soul grumbled, “This is why I told you to read the description and the reviews. Why didn’t you just let Kid book the hotel?”

“He was busy perfecting our cosplay,” she tried. “Right, Kid?”

“Don’t drag me into this.”

“Erm, are you still working on it?”

“No, I left it in the car. I don’t believe this room would be… suitable for any fine tuning.”

Exhausted and irritable, the three were in mid commute to their next convention. It was Maka’s idea to drive from Nevada to Southern California rather than book three plane tickets, and it was Soul’s to not attempt a straight shot drive. After a series of arguments and finally with Kid as the mediator, they all settled for two days of driving, one in the evening and one early morning just before the con.

When he examined the state of the motel though, Soul wished that he’d managed to convince Maka to buy plane tickets after all. It was raggedy at best; The curtains were large and looked like it harbored layers of dust, and the room didn’t have a full room light either; it had just two wall lamps by the side of the bed, hoods cracked and discolored, and the bathroom’s light. Soul was almost afraid to look into there out of fear of finding mold or worse.

Instead, he propped up their overnight bag onto the suitcase stand and took a deep breath-- but not too deep.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you booked the place yourself,” Maka said behind his back. “But you were--”

His glare stopped her in mid sentence. “Busy with packing everything else that we needed? Checking to make sure that the car had gas and was maintained so that it could make the ride? No please, go on.”

She looked down sheepishly. “I was busy, too. With checking the events and making sure we could fit in all of the meet ups and photo ops,” Maka said quietly. “Sorry. I shouldn’t’ve jumped the gun.”

Kid chimed in, “Well, it’s certainly in budget, and with Soul’s careful planning, we’ll be sure to get plenty of sleep before we need to leave again. It’s fine, it’s just for one night.” He patted Soul’s shoulder. “How bad can it be?”

Maka sighed and fiddled with the tag for complimentary toiletries at the small table. “I don’t know if that matters anymore since the bed is…” She trailed off.

“Small?” Soul finished for her. He crossed the small distance to check under the covers for bugs or stray hairs. Brandishing the lint roller, swept across the sheets and checked the pillow cases. “At least it’s not deplorable. Dunno how the heck we’re all going to fit, though.”

“Two on top and one by the feet?” Maka suggested.

“We’re not sacrificing any one of us,” Kid said, going off to check the bathroom.

“I mean, it’s my fault this happened, so I mean…”

“I said no.”

Soul eyed the chair, determined it to be too small, and then turned to the floor. “Yeah, we’re not putting any of our heads on this. I’d like us to be as far away from it as possible.” He wrinkled his nose. “Can any of us fit into the bathtub?”

“No.” Kid reemerged. “God, no. No one go in there.”

He stiffly walked to his backpack and pulled out an arsenal of cleaning products and a “disposable” hand towel. Soul stiffed, grabbing two pairs of gloves from the bag’s side pocket and his personal can of Lysol. The both of them steeled their faces and tackled the bathroom together.

“I am so sorry,” Maka called to them. For good measure, she added, “So fucking sorry, guys.”

Once they settled down for the night, the question still stood: how were all three of them going to fit on the queen sized bed? Kid suggested that they changed the orientation of the bed and slept with their heads on the longer stretch of the mattress, but couldn’t convince Maka to let her feet dangle off the side. Soul went back to the original idea, to have one person sleep at the foot, then backed out once he remembered that both he and Maka kicked off the covers if it got too warm.

No idea seemed to be the right fit, so they resigned to the shoulder-to-shoulder method, sparking another argument over who was going to be sandwiched in the center.

“Maka should be in the middle. She’s small,” Soul said, crossing his arms.

“Hell no, I like my space. Plus you both would overheat me.”

“Soul?”

“Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Well, which side do you want then?” Kid yawned.

“Far away from the dusty A/C,” was his answer.

Maka rolled her eyes, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Didn’t you listen to me? It’s dusty; management probably hasn’t even changed the filter in years.”

“Does that really matter? We’re already all in the room.”

“Plus it’s closest to the door.”

“Again, why does that matter?”

Kid hummed, “Actually, I agree with that.”

“See?”

“Not with you, Maka. I mean, if someone were to break in, the person closest to the door would be the first to die.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Soul clapped his hands together. “Right, so now we know Maka doesn’t mind danger, so she can have the left side. I definitely don’t want the middle--”

“I’ll take the middle. Let’s just get to sleep,” Kid said, already climbing over.

Maka followed suit, dropping onto her side and making Kid airborne for a moment because of her impact. “Sounds good.”

Soul frowned, but the other two were already pulling the covers over themselves.

“Get the light, wouldja?”

“You two are annoying,” he grumbled, but did it anyway. He felt around in the dark, bumping into the side of the bed with his hip on his way back. However, his struggles were short lived since a hand reached over to guide him. “Thanks.”

“Just get in,” Kid said, eerily close to his ear.

He laid down and turned away from Kid and Maka, tucking the blanket up to his chin. “Night.”

“Good night,” Kid said, following suit.

“Night-o,” the last one said, turning away to face the window.

Silence fell over the room and their eyes began to fall shut. However, before anyone could drift off too far, Kid began to complain.

“I can’t get comfortable. You’re both pulling the blanket over me, and I can’t relax my shoulders.”

Maka groaned. “I thought you said you could handle the middle?”

“I said I’d take it, not handle it.” He moved onto his side, snuggling into Maka’s back.

Hearing the rustling, Soul whined, “Hey, I want to do that too.”

Kid switched over reluctantly to quell him, but didn’t mind the change. It was equally as comfortable to him. Maka, however, took full advantage. She rolled over and across to meet with Kid, fitting herself into the pair and bundling the blanket up with her.

“Better?” Maka asked.

The two had to readjust themselves and their position, but once they found a suitable place to put their arms and legs, they agreed.

With Maka big spooning the both of them and Kid sandwiched in between, Soul was a happy burrito, though he would never admit that out loud. Droopy and warm, he felt himself melt away into their arms. Forget the motel mishap, Maka tried her best. He knew that she probably felt guilty from the way she reached to hug both Kid and Soul, and he understood that she wasn’t a fan of messy rooms or dirty spaces either. She was simply making the most of what they had.

Kid was an even bigger trooper than both Maka and Soul deserved. He compromised and took charge when everything slowed to a stand still. Though he was detail oriented, he was also careful to keep everyone content. Taking the brunt of the driving before, it was expected that he would be the first to knock out.

Soul gave a soft smile to the dark and closed his eyes one more time. Perhaps tomorrow, he would take a small detour and drive them out to breakfast.

Prompt-

An ot3 must share a ridiculously small hotel room. The floor is horrible and there is no couch or cot. The only bed is a single cue fighting over who has to lie at the end of the bed and who is what spoon

Borrowed @mrsashketchum’s headcanon with permission ♥

Small spoon: soul is a fanged shark boy but he's a soft bean Middle: kid just cant with life but wants to feel their warmth Big: maka's just like a cuddle master

#sepolyamweek2018 #se-polyam-week-2018 #soul eater #nessie spills #se polyam week 2018 #se poly ship #kid/maka/soul

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sheis-dawn-blog · 7 years

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ADELINE MCKINNON APPLICATION

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character applying for: Adeline Idha Mckinnon

Adeline: Adeline is a feminine given name meaning ‘noble’ or 'nobility’ – What’s another word for Noble? Forget about high-born, think deeper. Go past; noble: belonging by rank, title, or birth to the aristocracy. We’re looking at noble: having or showing fine personal qualities or high moral principles. Adeline was named because her parents wished for her to be noble of heart. They looked down at their darling daughter, who lay beside her twin sister, and wished for her to be righteous, and honourable, andreputable. “Be magnificent,” they told her. “Be first-rate”. Idha: Idha is an Indian name meaning Insight. – Adeline wouldn’t have any other middle name. She is proud of her heritage. Proud of what makes her who she is. Her parents named her Idha, as even from weeks after her birth she had great emotional insight. She knew when her sister was in distress, or hungry, or needed something. And as she grew, it became even more evident. Adeline Mckinnon wears her heart on her sleeve. But more so, she is emotionally perceptive, empathetic almost. It’s why she’s been able to give Remus what he needs since Peter’s death without fussing him. Mckinnon: Scottish: Anglicized form of Gaelic Mac Fhionghuin, a patronymic from a Gaelic personal name meaning 'fair born’ or 'fair son’. It is also translated as Love, and has been taken as being from Gaelic Mac Ionmhuinn 'son of the beloved one’.

character date of birth (month and day):

January, 2nd - Adeline is a Capricorn, and ain’t that just the truth. Responsible, disciplined, self-control, ambition, know-it-all, unforgiving, condescending, expecting the worst.

face claim (if requesting to change):

n/a NAOMI IS FREAKIN’ PERFECT

biography (one paragraph):

The crack of a pencil’s lead, the grinding of teeth, the low hum of worry in a quiet room. Adeline is dawn, she is dusk, she is warm sweaters and hot, hot cups of tea. She’s a straight razor sharpened too much, and the embrace you so wish for when you have nothing else left. The frown you get when someone’s showed you up intellectually, and the smile you get when you see someone you haven’t seen in a very long time. Never giving up, all-nighters, playful banter, biting your bottom lip, a breathless laugh, an aged wine, vodka on the rocks. Double the trouble. Flippant comments, emotional outbursts, stubborn beyond belief, a spitfire, an awkward smile. An electric guitar, the snare of a drum, blunts, and a quirky lighter. Adeline loves puns but hates thoughtless humour. She’s a Netflix binger. She loves adult cartoons; Archer, Rick and Morty, Bob’s Burgers. She cries at sad moments in films and tv programmes and then threatens Dorcas to not tell anyone. If she makes a mistake on work, she’ll rip out the page and start again. Her nails are short and chewed, her hair is short and wavy. A secret love for meme’s, a secret hatred for strawberry’s, a not so secret hatred for public transport.

character points, or headcanons:

- First was the lion’s roar, then the slither of a snake, and the caw of an eagle. All three Mckinnon siblings were placed in different houses, and when you factored in Alice, practically a true sibling anyhow, the Mckinnon offspring were all divided into each house. Each represented something else to the other. Alice, loyal and hardworking, Marcus, brave and courageous, Marlene was resourceful and cunning, and Adeline, insightful and intelligible. You can’t deny, all the Mckinnon’s are competition, all ambitious, but Adeline was destined to soar above her blood. It had felt right, the moment the Sorting Hat called out Ravenclaw. Her stomach and heart settled almost immediately. She was a bird, ready to fly away from the stool and sit with her peers.

- Adeline, has, on occasion, actually uttered; “Caw, Caw, Motherfucker”.

- She’s at her most - mouth of a sailor - when she is on the London underground.

- Adeline always has a plan for something. Anything. If there’s a situation coming up which makes her uncomfortable or unknown, she’ll make plans of action to help her through the situation. If she’s travelling, she has a journey plan, and a back up one, and another. If she’s out all day, she has lunch for her, and her friends. Her father calls her his “worrying woman”.

- Adeline’s patronus is a Seagull. The patronus of a seagull represents, as with most bird patronuses, a very creative mind. These people can soar intellectually, because they tend to see things in a different light. They have goals which they focus on, and at times they can be blind to other things and people around them because they are so set on this one thing. Their social range varies, but whether or not they prefer to speak with others, they do enjoy being around them a good bit of the time. They are good channelers of energy, and can fuel their creativity and drive even further by channeling the energy of others without even realizing they are doing so. The mot common house for a seagull patronus is Slytherin. The most common signs are Pisces and Capricorn.

- Adeline’s boggart is a shark.

- Adeline writes in cursive, which proves most difficult for people not accustomed to the style, to read. She enjoys this.

- She loves doing crossword puzzles.

- Adeline keeps her room organised; tidy room, tidy mind. Her bathroom, however, is always a mess.

- She often learns by using mnemonics and acronyms. She also learns via association.

- Adeline always pairs her socks up, even after having worn them as she doesn’t want any one sock to be left on it’s on.

- Adie gets tension headaches when she is over-tired.

- She is extremely ticklish if the right spot is found.

- Ade needs a certain amount of control in her life to feel comfortable.

- She is always warm, even in the coldest of winters. She can leave the house in a light coat and only feel a little tinge of cold. If you share a bed with Ade, there’s not much need for a blanket. If she’s wearing a coat, you know it’s cold!

writing sample: (Please write at least two paragraphs in the third-person. You may write as much as you like)

i: “Anything you can do, I can do better” she stated quite simply. She was met by an incredulous laugh. “Ade, you’re impossible sometimes, you know that?” Dorcas told her. “Also,bullshit” Dorcas added. Dorcas Meadowes, the ultimate rival to Adeline. Also, her best friend. Was it hard constantly competing with one of your favourite people? Usually, yes. But with these two girls. No. They were both competitive and brilliant enough to appreciate one another. Did they still challenge each other and get pissed when the other excelled more than them? Yes. But did they still care about each other? Yes. Adeline snorted. “Of course I do. But I’m also correct” she replied as she walked briskly beside the long limbed girl. She was baiting her, teasing her. It was so easy to do sometimes. Adeline’s books sat tightly between her chest and her arms so that no parchment fell from the worn pages of her old books.

“You may be good, but you’re not that good” Dorcas told her. Adeline snorted once more. “You know me better than that. Of course I am” she told her with a wry smirk.

Adeline didn’t usually exert this kind of confidence, although, rather she did. In anything surrounding her intellect, or school work. Or Quidditch. Otherwise, an air of mystery followed her around. One she had no means to remove. She liked it. It meant she wasn’t annoyed when studying. It meant she didn’t have the same expectations thrust upon her than her sister and brother did if you dis-counted familial expectations. (Though it is important to note that she set her own expectations to meet, and did.) Although it did come with some downsides. Intrigue being one of them. The halo of mystery she wore nobly around her head was one which caused intrigue. People wanted to know the twin of Marlene Mckinnon, the surprising Slytherin. They wanted to know about the quick-witted and quick-minded Ravenclaw. She was rarely asked about herself though, because with mystery and intrigue also comes intimidation. She’s really quite a lovely person once you get to know her, however, she can be brash and blunt at times, but it’s purely down to a studious level. Sometimes she opens her mouth before her brain has a moment to think. The only people who seem to see through it, and past it are Remus, Marlene and Dorcas. Gideon had once, perhaps he still did. But since they’d split, things were less certain.

“Ever so modest, Mckinnon” Dorcas spoke. Adeline shot an amused smile at her before clearing her throat. “If you want me to look through your Arithmancy work, I suggest you change your tone, Meadowes” she shot back, giving her a sideways glance and an arched brow.

“Fuck off” Dorcas replied with a laugh.

ii: There was something simultaneously relaxing and terrifying about the London Underground tube system. This was something Adeline maintained in thought almost always when travelling across the muggle transport. When a train was on time, the gentle bumps on the track were almost comforting. They brought you back to a time you were being bounced on your mother’s knee. However, when a train was running late, each gentle bump was suddenly a jolt which you felt in your shoulders as you lurched forward, as the metal vessel carrying you rocketed to it’s destination. Marlene had told Adeline she was being dramatic, when the Ravenclaw had shared this thought with her. Marcus had told her she worried too much. “Don’t catastrophize, Adie” he’d told her at the time.

She didn’t catastrophize. She just worried. What if something awful were to happen? What if the train was derailed, or it had to stop because someone was in medical distress? What if the very pregnant woman sat three seats down from Adeline began to go into labour? These were all things that could happen. Was it catastrophizing to have a plan of action in mind in case something happened? Adeline didn’t think so. Knowing everything possible about a situation, so you can create a suitable plan to help or follow on from a situation, wasn’t a bad thing. It was comfort and it was giving you control when there were factors you couldn’t control.

The train lurched to a stop, the doors opening on the right. “This is the Leicester Square stop, next stop, Charing Cross” the overhead voice spoke. Adeline stayed put, pulling her bag closer to her on her lap. The pregnant woman and her partner got up, exiting the train, and Adeline found herself relaxing a little more. At least there wouldn’t be a baby born in this carriage! Plus, the Ravenclaw girl only had this stop left. She was off at Charing Cross, where she could then get to Diagon Alley. The underground wasn’t as fast as floo powder, or as magical as The Knight Bus, but it was significantly cheaper, especially when you’re saving your galleons and have an oyster card with plenty of funds to keep you going. The doors to the train drew closed, as someone sat down beside Adeline. Tilting her head ever so slightly, she glanced to see a young man sat beside her, his music a little too loud in his headphones. If it hadn’t have been a good song, she may have complained. She nodded her head along to the beat, looking straight ahead of her. There was an empty seat across from her. Strange. Looking around, she noticed two people eyeing it up, glancing at the other every few moments, nodding their heads ever so slightly as if giving the other permission before hesitating and withdrawing it. One parted their lips to speak, but closed them, taking a step forward. Was this woman going to take the plunge? If she moved quickly, she’d reach the seat before the man she was competing with.

Oh. An update! The man had shuffled forward also. Adeline was almost enthralled in this awkward British exchange. It was said the the brits were the most awkward when it came to social situations, and Adeline was inclined to agree. The two individuals shuffled closer.

“My money’s on the lady. She’s got a crazy look in those eyes”

Adeline looked to her right, the boy with headphones had pulled one out, leaning in closer to her. The brunette found herself snorting. “Mine too. Look at her shoes. Her feet must beagony. She’s not giving up that seat without a fight” she found herself replying.

“Think they’re brawl?” he asked.

“Is it bad, I almost hope so?” she asked.

“No, I’m hooked too.” he murmured back with a chuckle.

“Briefcase against heel, who will win…” Adeline joked.

“I’d say briefcase, but those heels look killer. I’m Thomas, by the way” he introduced himself.

“Adeline. People call me Adie.” she replied with a smile. Who said that? People call me, Adie. “I think I’m leaning towards briefcase, those heels may be high, but they’re thin, I think they’ll break easily.”

“Touche. I don’t know enough about the workings of a woman’s heel to comment.” Thomas admitted. “When are you getting off?” he asked.

“Oh, Charing Cross, next stop” she replied.

“Ah. Well. That’s a shame. I was hoping you’d be on longer.” he admitted.

Oh my. Was she blushing? She felt like she was blushing. “Another time perhaps” he added.

“The next stop is Charing Cross, doors will open on the left”

“Sure. If we ever cross paths again” she replied with a laugh. She picked up her back, ready to sling it over one shoulder.

“Could I uh, get your…number maybe?” he asked. “If that’s not completely weird or out of line” he added quickly, holding up his hands.

“Oh, I, uh–” she trailed off, surprised.

“Shit. I completely misread the playful banter didn’t I?” he said, mortified.

“Oh! No. No, I mean, I. I was just surprised. Yes. Sure. My number. Your phone?” she asked.

The train had begun to slow, nearing Adeline’s stop, she once Thomas had placed his iPhone in her hand, she quickly typed in her number, adding her name and a train emoji to the number.

“This is Charing Cross Station, stay on the line for Embankment. This is a service to Morden.”

Adeline hopped up, flashing Thomas a smile. “See you around,” she told him before exiting the train. She couldn’t keep the surprised smile from her face. How odd, but… what was that? Adeline didn’t even know. She just knew that Marlene was going to tell her she looked like a grinning idiot when she finally joined her in Diagon Alley.

anything extra you would like to include?:

Adeline is on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team; she is a chaser. She’s also a member of the Slug Club. (Even if her sister is favourited by Slughorn because of her natural affinity for potions).

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