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jamesbarnesbestgirl · 1 year

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Una Noble Reina - Chapter 1

Summary:

K'uk'ulkan’s mother knew her son was special from the moment he was born. It wasn’t until she realized that he was aging at a far slower pace that she felt a deep sadness for her son. She turned to Chaac, who had blessed her shaman with the vision that saved her people, for solace that her son would know happiness and love. Chaac bestowed upon her the knowledge that when the time was right her son would meet his match in a woman with K'áak'o' tu yicho'ob (fire in her eyes).

Nearly 500 years later K'uk'ulkan is faced with the startling reality of his own mortality in the aftermath of the defeat at the hands of Shuri. With relations with Wakanda improved but still strenuous, K’uk’ulkan turns his focus to strengthening Talokan by any means necessary. While recovering from the battle he is reminded of his promised match and sets on a path to find her.

CHAPTER 1 - Nos despedimos con un saludo

Notes:

The inspiration of this story is very loosely based around the Venezuelan legend of María Lionza (also referred to as Yara) the goddess of nature, love, peace and harmony.

I have not written a fanfic in quite some time so please be gentle.

The only specific physical description that I plan on writing into this fic is going to be that the reader has central heterochromia in both eyes. This is a genetic condition in which an individual has two eye colors, with a primary base color and a secondary color in a ring around the pupil. The base color is up for your personal interpretation, but the inner ring is described as a ring of fire in the reader's eyes. The reader is also aprox. 27 years old.

Present Day - Orlando, FL

The world was going to shit. At least, that’s what you thought as you walked away from your advisor's office back towards your own. Ever since the second alien invasion of earth (that you were aware of at least) had whipped out half the planet only for everyone to be brought back five years later, your life had been slowly imploding.

First your entire family had been snapped away, leaving you to fend for yourself and grow as a person on your own. Now, a year after they had returned, your PhD advisor dumps the fact that the University is redistributing all research funds for her lab towards vibranium research. Thus, leaving her without a way to fund research and you without a clear path forward to obtaining your PhD.

“That purple demon should have just done us the mercy of snapping everyone out of existence. At least that way our lives wouldn’t be falling apart.” You said begrudgingly as you sat down at your desk. Hiding your head in your arms in the process.

“You too, huh?” your friend and fellow former PhD candidate Itzel said. “It could be worse. They are at least granting us a masters for the work we’ve already completed.” She said placing her hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“Yayyy…” you say unenthusiastically waving your finger in the air without lifting your head. You take a few deep breaths to gather your feelings before sitting up in your chair. “I guess I will just start tutoring full time while I’m job hunting.” You said, attempting to smile.

“You know, my mother is the principal at the local elementary school in my hometown. A few days ago when I spoke with her she mentioned that they are looking for an English teacher.” Iztel stated, while fully turning to face you. “I’m sure if I ask she would be happy to get us both jobs at the school. Plus, aren't you always saying you want to improve your spanish? What better way to do that than to move to Mexico?” She added enthusiastically.

“Supongo que eso podría funcionar. Un cambio de escenario debería hacerme bien.” you responded after careful consideration with a smile.

“Perfecto!” Itzel exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I will speak to my mother tonight and then you can come over on the weekend and we can figure out the details.”

Feeling a renewed sense of hope you nodded in agreement. You finally turned towards your computer ready to get back to work for the day.

Present Day - Talokan - Underwater Cavern

K'uk'ulkan was agitated. He was still attempting to wrap his head around his loss to Shuri. He had clearly underestimated her hunger for vengeance. Luckily for him and his people she had shown mercy at the eleventh hour. The loss was making him face a reality he was not expecting. That maybe, despite his best efforts, Talokan was not ready to fully protect herself from the surface world. Remaining hidden was becoming more difficult year after year. The tentative alliance that stemmed from the conflict with Wakanda would only act as a temporary solution to his dilemma. He needed a stronger way to ensure his people's safety. But how?

“You’re doing it again.” stated Namora, as she entered his hut.

“Doing what?” he asked, still lost in his thoughts.

“Sulking.” she voiced. “You are the one that assured me that this alliance is what is best. If that has changed…” She continued.

“It hasn't.” K'uk'ulkan cut her off, finally turning his attention to Namora.

“Then what has you so troubled?” Namora asked, her concern for her cousin seeping through her voice. “I ask as your cousin, not as your general.” She proceeds to sit next to him and look at the mural he was previously mindlessly staring at.

K'uk'ulkan turned to her and sighed. “I stand by that the alliance with Wakanda is what’s best for Talokan, but I will not lie and say my ego was not bruised by the defeat.” He admitted. “I underestimated the princess, underestimated her drive.” he turned back towards the mural.

“The surface world will turn on Wakanda, and when they do Talokan will be their only ally. I just need to make sure we are ready. That if, when the dust settles and Wakanda turns on us, there will be no question as to who the final victor will be.” He turns back to Namora, his jaw set in determination.

Namora sits there with him, letting his statements sink in. They sit in silence as Namora scans the murals her king had painted throughout the hut. Moments of his history, of the history of Talokan, captured in the beautiful traditional paintings. One mural caught her eye. Slightly obstructed from view, below the mural depicting his birth, was a figure. The small mural was of a woman, one wearing an intricate crown, her eyes full of fire.

“What about Le Reina?” She asked, breaking her cousin's contemplation once again. His focus shifts the mural Namora is gazing at.

“She doesn’t exist. I’ve spent years searching for her.” he scoffs slightly, turning away from the mural.

“I’ve never known you to be one to give up.” Namora says with a raised brow, a small smirk pulling at her lips.

“I haven’t given up.” he scoffs in offense. “Le Reina, my match, I have always assumed would be a mutant, like me. I would know if there was another mutant within the waters of Talokan.” he stated firmly.

Namora sat in contemplation for a moment. “It sounds like there is one place you have yet to look.” She turned her gaze to the hut door.

“The surface world?” he questioned. “You think the queen of Talokan is from the surface world?”

“Well, have you checked?” Namora countered back.

They let the silence once again take over. It is true that he had never considered a surface dweller. K'uk'ulkan had expected his match to be born in Talokan from the day his mother had told him of his intended. He had spent the better half of a century after he had first come of age searching for her. After almost 300 years of no sign of her, he had all but given up.

“The surface world is a large place.” he stated.

“Then we better start looking.” Namora said. She stood up and turned to exit his hut.

16th Century - Yaracuy, Venezuela

In the rainforest of Venezuela, in a small village along the Yaracuy river the chief of the village waited impatiently outside his home. He paced back and forth along the river embankment. He could hear the labor pains of his wife from within his home. After a particularly loud groan from within the home he began to pray to their mountain god for the safe delivery of his child.

A few minutes went by and the chief finally heard the cry of his newborn child. After a few moments one of the village women, who had assisted during the birth ushered him inside to meet his new child.

“My love, come meet our beautiful daughter.” His wife gestured towards him with an exhausted smile on her face.

The chief knelt beside his wife and pushed back her sweat soaked hair in a loving gesture. “May I hold her?” he asked as he kissed his wife’s forehead and silently thanked the gods for a safe delivery.

His wife carefully transferred their newborn daughter into his arms. “She needs a name.” she said while smiling at her child.

“Yara. Our beautiful Yara.” He said with a smile as he gently held his beloved daughter.

As the family began to bond with their new member the child slowly opened her eyes. Both parents paused their loving gestures and looked from their child to each other. The girl's eyes were unlike anything the chief had encountered. She had eyes as green as the rainforest with rings of fire surrounding her pupils.

Present Day - Orlando, FL

After your initial talk with Itzel you had finished up work for the day. That weekend you had spent nearly 5 hours on facetime with your friend and her mother. As Itzel had predicted her mother was enthusiastic about the idea of you joining her school as their English teacher.

Now, 3 months later, consolation masters done, you were packing up the last of your things for the move. You had sold all of your furniture, as it would have been far too expensive to move.

“How long of a drive is it again?” you ask Itzel as she loaded her last bag into the back of your car.

“44 hours if we were to drive straight through without stopping.” she said as she walked around to the front passenger side.

“If we aim for about 8 hours a day we should get there by the end of the week.” you state as you enter the driver side of the car. Itzel was from the small coastal town of Sisal, just north of Mérida in the Yucatan province of Mexico. As you plugged in her family’s home address into your phone's GPS system you ensured that you could see out of the rear view mirror with the trunk pact full of your stuff.

“We better get going then if we want to reach the panhandle by dark.” she says as she adjusts her seat.

You pull away from your apartment and start the drive north. It was strange leaving the place you had called home for the last 6 years, but in saying goodbye you were saying hello to a new chapter of your life.

Translations

Supongo que eso podría funcionar. Un cambio de escenario debería hacerme bien. - I guess that could work. A change of scenery should do me good.

#namor x reader #namor #namor fanfic #namor fanfiction #namor of talokan

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vintagetvstars · 7 days

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Jane Seymour Vs. Annette Crosbie

Propaganda

Jane Seymour - (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman) - I'd like to specifically draw attention to Jane Seymour in the Quinn years. In her forties, she was ethereally beautiful, and while the costuming and styling was less than historically accurate, at least it showed off her wonderful auburn hair. This was also the show where I first noticed her eyes' brown and green heterochromia, which, along with her delicate profile, gives her that extra touch of magic. With this show, she not only offered fun melodrama, she centered the Western genre on a woman and used its plots to argue for gun control, anti-racism, anti-censorship, anti-homophobia, and the social acceptance of those living with AIDS.

Annette Crosbie - (The Six Wives of Henry VIII, Edward the Seventh, Doctor Finlay) - Despite being best known as Victor Meldrew's long suffering wife, Margaret, in the British sitcom "One Foot in the Grave" Annette Crosbie's career on TV is much more than that. She played Catherine of Aragon in the series "Six Wives of Henry VIII" and her performance is still regarded as one of the best portrayal of Catherine of Aragon ever (on both screen and TV). She won the BAFTA for Best Actress for her performance. In "Edward the Seventh" she played Queen Victoria, starting from youth and right in to old age, winning another BAFTA for Best Actress. She played the housekeeper Janet in Doctor Finlay, the 1996 revival of the famous 60s series Dr. Finlay's casebook, a beloved character played before by Barbara Mullen, Crosbie managed to make it her own and not be overshadowed by Mullen's portrayal. But of course her best known performance was in One Foot in the Grave, where her impeccable comedic timing was in full force.

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Jane Seymour:

Annette Crosbie:

#vintage tv stars poll #tv ladies 1 #jane seymour #annette crosbie

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mildlylesbian · 4 months

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Picrew Masterpost

So uh... I use picrew a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Because of this I have a lot of funky picrews in my catalog, some are really popular some less so - figured I'd make a master list with as many as I physically can. I'll try to list pros and cons* for each picrew - unfortunately, due to the image limit I can't include examples** *pros and cons are my personal opinion, I am not trying to insult any picrew on this list nor am I saying my opinion is the be-all or end-all. I will not be commenting negatively on any art styles in my con list, I will simply focus on what it does well and what I think could be better **If you have a maker you think should be added send me an ask with the link and lmk it's for this post For the sake of actually browsing this post, we're gonna have sections. Under these sections will be all the picrews relating to it. The sections, in the order listed, are:

Modern - has a majority modern clothing options

Fantasy - has a majority fantasy clothing options

Historic - clothing options or artstyle reflect a specific time period

Full Body - shows knees up of the characters or more

Group - more than one character in the image

Animals - any non-humanoid

Misc - makers that don't include a character or that work better for icons than character design

I will also put emojis next to picrews that include certain things, 🧕 for picrews with hijabs, 🌈 that include LGBT backgrounds or pins, 🎉for picrews with vitiligo, ♿ for disability options (wheelchairs, feeding tubes, etc) and ✨ for my personal favourite picrews. If there's another thing you want me to mark for let me know.

makowka character maker II🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Great for avatars, multiple body shapes, diverse hair, lots of skin tones, hijabi options, pleasing art style, wrinkles! Cons: only plain colour backgrounds and pride flags, clothes all feel very samey, would like to see more vitiligo placement options, hates don't fit properly half the time, beards can look a bit flat

PotatoLord’s Persona Creator🧕🌈🎉♿

Pros: Very nicely stylized, lots of nose options, visually pleasing, hijabi options, lots of facial hair options, wheelchair options, wings Cons: only preset hair is available meaning you can't mix and match, not a ton of clothing options, vitiligo options look a bit flat

Ultimate friend's face maker ✨🌈🎉

Pros: So many vitiligo options, scar variety, three face detail slots, options to mix and match hair or have pre-selected, cool glasses, background variety Cons: not a ton of noses, only preselected hair has dye options, only one hat option, only one prescription glasses

뒤를 보는 픽크루

Pros: Dynamic posing, hat variety, beautiful backgrounds Cons: Lack of skin options, lack of noses, overall lack of variety

Nuggts character maker! ✨🧕🎉

Pros: Lots of skin tones, expressive eyes, stylized, hijabi options, funky hats, eyebrow options Cons: Vitligo looks painted on, eyes are all black, can only select from pre-chosen hair options, lack of clothing variety

KZ's dolls🧕

Pros: Skin tone variety, funky eyebrows, nose variety, makeup, caters to more alt/punk/goth styles, hijabi options, clothing variety Cons: Hair isn't very customizable, would like to see more layering options given the style it seems to pander to

rawravera's icon maker🧕🌈🎉♿

Pros: Skin tone variety, customizable eyes, customizable hair, beautiful backgrounds Cons: Lack of facial hair options

piney's icon maker! 🌈♿

Pros: Face shape variety, skin tone variety, hearing aids, nose shape variety, heterochromia, facial hair variety Cons: Body options only change neck size, not a lot of clothing colour variety

vonnegratci Honolulu maker

Pros: Skin tone variety, tattoos, clothing variety, aesthetic af backgrounds Cons: Lack of hair texture variety, lack of glasses variety

Black Centered Picrew✨🧕🎉♿

Pros: Skin tone variety, ear variety, heterochromia, freckle variety, vitiligo variety, scar variety, lots of hair variety, hair jewelry, facial hair variety, hat variety, Hijabi options Cons: Clothes feel very samey, only one background option

ElenaA's Little Guy Maker✨🧕🌈🎉♿

Pros: Decent skin variety, multiple sets of eyes, horn variety, hair texture variety, lots of earring options, kippah, many many hats, many holdable items, pets, weapons, super customizable background Cons: Lacking colour options across the board

mimzies picrew #2✨🌈🎉♿

Pros: Decent skin variety, can choose how the face is shaded, braces, feeding tube, self harm scars, split dye hair, Cons: No eyebrow variety, only one curly hair bangs option,

キラキラ鱈メーカー3

Pros: Heterochromia, cool hair options, hair accessories, pets Cons: Only one skin tone, only straight hair, lack of clothing variety

Character maker✨🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, multi-eye options, heterochromia, eye shine variety, split dye hair, hair variety, mushroom hat :) Cons: Would love to see more mouth variety, would love some more afro hair, I would commit crimes for more clothing options and variety

skyeslovenotes🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, face shape options, hair texture variety, clothing layering, Cons: There's a bit around the fact that stays white regardless of skin tone, can't change blush colour so some blushes only work for certain skins without looking odd, lack of eye shape variety,

ElenaA's Windswept Oc Maker✨🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Dynamic posing, lots of skin tones, the green skin actually looks nice, eyes are very customizable, nose variety, Hijabi options, hair variety, facial hair looks good, rings, background variety, base is androgynous so you can actually make masculine men, there is a very fat toad you can hold Cons: Only 2 vitiligo placements, compared to the rest of the picrew facial hair lacks variety

Dragon Age Elf/Human maker

Pros: Skin tone variety, cool face paint, hair is quite customizable, Cons: The outlines stay the same regardless of skin tone so on darker tones the nose outline is lighter then the skin, can't layer clothes, would like to see more elf ear options since it's an elf maker

Tiefling Maker✨

Pros: Skin tone variety, green skin tone looks nice, a lot of variety overall in body shapes, hair, clothing, etc, customizable nose, Cons: Only one eyebrow shape

[BAYDEWS' avatar maker!!] V2🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, nose variety, heterochromia, androgynous enough to make masc characters, hair texture variety Cons: Only one facial hair option, would love to see more clothing options

Fantasy OC Creator ✨🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, ear variety, nose variety, ok hair texture variety, beard variety, clothing style variety, nice wing selection Cons: Some of the wing colours do not match, the left monster hand skin tones do not match the other skin tones

Nothing here yet! There are some I have in mind, just need to find them - will be added eventually :)

TOON ME! ⟪ A ⟫ ⟪ B ⟫ ✨🧕🎉♿

Pros: Two body shapes that can use all the same items, expressive eyes, options for heterochromia, tattoos, lots of prosthetic options, so many hair options, variety of clothing, lots of hair accessories, beautiful backgrounds Cons: Would like to see more facial vitiligo, the hats don't fit on top of the hair half the time, would like some necklace and bracelet options independent from one another, glasses are a bit bulky

Magicdoll*Maker

Pros: Eyeshine variety, great hair options, detailed dresses and skirts, shoe variety, unique concept Cons: lack of skin options, lack of mouth options

Nyx character creator✨🌈

Pros: Lots of ear options, all eye shapes have a lashless option, 5 clothes layers, the animal ears on this maker are to die for Cons: Not as many skin options as other makers, can't change scar colours so they're hard to see on some skin tones

criador de drips insanos ✨

Pros: Skin tone variety, cute af clothes, Cons: Only preset hairs available, not a ton of clothing or colour variety

Baby Carrot outfit maker🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, two body shapes, top surgery scars, stretch marks, everything available for the thin body is also available for the larger body, lots of clothes layers, clothing variety, Cons: Only one vitiligo placement, wish there was more facial hair, the bags do not fit the larger body type, only one glasses option

Alli’s OC Creator!🧕🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, heterochromia, hair variety, clothing layers, style variety, many many shoes Cons: Would love to see more accessories like bracelets

Something about them 🧕🎉

Pros: Skin tone variety, lots of animal features, decent hair texture variety, heterochromia Cons: Lack of clothing options/variety, would love if the animal ears and tails were separate pieces

なさや式CPメーカー

Pros: Nice variety of outfit styles, versatile, heterochromia Cons: Lack of skin tones, no hair texture variety, lack of choice

보슬비가 내려요

Pros: Good hair options, very cute, unique concept, phrog Cons: Lack of skin ton variety, lack of hair texture variety, can't change clothes

元気ゴリゴリ🦍

Pros: Characters are very androdynous, heterochromia, pupil variety, decent clothing options, animal ears, Cons: Lack of skin tone variety, lack of hair texture variety,

ラットメーカー | Rat maker!

Pros: rats, markings variety, tail decorations, expressive Cons: lack of colour variety, only two shirts

My Froggie✨🌈

Pros: Frogs, four frogs to choose from, froggie hats, froggie weapons Cons: None :)

ロリータがつくれるやつ

Pros: lots of skirt options, lots of accents and accessories Cons: Lack of colour variety, colours come across washed out

Wervty's Obscured Icon Maker✨🧕🌈🎉

Pros: Great for icons, fun artstyle, eye shape variety, eyebrows look fantastic, nose variety, the variety of things you can cover the face with is amazing and they all look good, facial hair looks good, Hijabi option Cons: Not great for character making, not a ton of facial hair variety

Heart Hold Character🧕

Pros: Cute concept, skin tone variety, expressive, hijabi options, hair variety Cons: only two eye options

grumbot maker

Pros: Grumbot, variety of screen options, lots of mustaches, mumbo and grian Cons: None :)

ぽやぽやばぶちゃんメーカー

Pros: Heterochromia, decent hair colour variety, cute clothes, Cons: Zero skin tone variety, only straight hair available, not a lot of clothing colour variety,

◆ PROFILE MAKER ◆🧕🌈♿

Pros: An insane amount of skin tones, different undertones for all skin tones, hair texture variety, facial hair variety, wrinkles, hearing aids, Cons: Would love more hair options, shirt variety is lacking

#nes talks #picrew #masterpost

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curiositycryptid · 2 months

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Total Drama Hcs (Pt 1)

Cody - He has heterochromia but wears contacts, his mother is a wanted fugitive (I completely forgot why I decided this) and his dad is ex-military. He has a photographic memory and an above average iq (not a genius but a bit close) AND (most important) he apologised to Gwen for his actions. (Might make an entire separate post about him cause I’ve got a lot.) Also he has bear scars.

Harold - Dyed the ends of his hair magenta, he gave LeShawna a stick insect called LaShaniya and he comes from a long line of genius inventors. VERY high iq like 165-170 and he can speak Latin, sometimes even writes his diary in it so no one can read it.

Justin - Often goes non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate at times (Duncan taught him how.) Has a VERY strange diet, like it’s weirder than chefs food and it took a while for everyone to get used to it. Super fluffy hair and he can sometimes be smart, specifically when his looks won’t get him out of a situation (logic smart though, not smart smart, and usually dumb logic.)

Trent - Has a white streak of hair that runs in the family, but dyed it black because his grandpa was the only one without one. It’s his family tradition to learn woodcarving so he’s rather good at that. Got into psychology after starting to get help with his OCD. His grandfather loved sparrows so he nicknamed him that when he was younger. He’s like a SUPER reckless driver despite never being caught and having a license that has never been revoked (he’d nearly topple the car over 4 times on a simple drive to the supermarket.) (I might also do a separate post for this.)

Also full names: Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson, Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V, Justin Hale, Trent Sparrow Cooper

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solar---system · 1 year

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Little and agere picrews (in no specific order):

Baby:

Gender neutral full body picrew, sitting

Gender neutral half body picrew

Gender neutral face picrew

Kids:

Two gender neutral people full body standing picrew, heterochromia option

CW:Not tw'ed scars, religious symbols, knife, tw'ed blood Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human colour and part options, heterochromia option, plus size friendly, very inclusive from @blorbiter

CW:Not tw'ed scars Half human (bottom) half animal full body picrew, sitting, non-human colour and part options

CW:Not tw'ed blood Gender neutral full body standing picrew, non-human colour and part options, lots of clothing options

Gender neutral full body lying picrew non-human options

CW:Not tw'ed scars Female full body picrew, heterochromia option

Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human colour options

CW:Not tw'ed cigarette, alcohol, fresh injury Female half body picrew, non-human colour and part options

Female half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human part options

Two gender neutral full body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human colour, scelera and part options

Female full body picrew, sitting, non-human part options

Female half body picrew

CW:Not tw'ed blood Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human colour, scelera and part options, heterochromia option

CW:Not tw'ed blood Gender neutral full body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human colour and part options

Gender neutral half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human colour, scelera and part options

Female half body picrew

CW:Not tw'ed blood, religious symbol Female half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human part options

CW:Not tw'ed shackles Gender neutral full body picrew, sitting, non-human part options

Female half body picrew, pacifier option, stuffed animals

CW:Not tw'ed blood, scars, knife, gun, religious symbol Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human part options, pacifier option, stuffed animals

Gender neutral full body picrew, non-human part options

CW:Not tw'ed knife, blood, syringe Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human colour and part options

Female full body picrew

Gender neutral full body picrew, plus size friendly, non-human part options, pacifier option

Female fairy full body picrew

Female half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human part options, stuffed animals

Female half body picrew

CW:Not tw'ed scars Gender neutral full body picrew, lying down, non-human colour options

Gender neutral full body picrew, sitting

Gender neutral full body picrew, non-human colour and part options

Gender neutral full body picrew, stuffed animal

Gender neutral half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human part options

Male half body picrew

Magical girl half body picrew, non-human part options

Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human part options

Gender neutral full body picrew

Teens:

CW:Not tw'ed knife Female half body picrew, heterochromia option, non-human option

CW:Not tw'ed religious symbol Female half body picrew, heterochromia option

Female full body picrew, heterochromia option

CW:Not tw'ed scars, blood Gender neutral half body picrew, non-human part options

CW:Not tw'ed scars Female half body picrew, non-human part options, very inclusive from @citrus-captain

CW:Not tw'ed and tw'ed blood Gender neutral half body picrew, very inclusive

CW:Not tw'ed scars Female half body picrew, non-human part options

Other's:

User with princess and prince makers

CW:Not tw'ed scars, knives Little friendly adult half body picrew, plus size friendly, very inclusive

Pacifier maker!

Bear maker!

Pony maker!

Small friend maker!

Zombie plush maker!

Teddy maker!

Dog maker!

Dragon maker!

Teddy bear maker!

Please tell us if you want to add something or have something changed, we will update this.

~Castiel, Galaxy

#not an emoji #picrew #agere #little #castiel #galaxy

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wrencatte · 2 days

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Can you do 8, 10, and 12 for the character ask game? For Jason Todd (again, because I love him)?

Although if you want more Cal Kestis questions, (I admit I don’t know much about Star Wars video games beyond lego star wars the quest for r2d2), I would kinda like to know 2 and 3 for him.

Love your work!

💜

🩷❤️

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

What a loaded question. Ngl I like most of what the fandom does when it comes to Jason quite a lot. I don't think there's anything I outright despise, yanno? I use the back button liberally if it's something that just isn't vibing with me..... I've seriously been staring at this question for a full three minutes trying to think of something but I can't even though I'm sure there is something lmao. Sorry

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Lmao absolutely not. I love Jason but nope, not at all. View points are completely incompatible. Interests are completely incompatible. We don't even like the same books.

12. What's a headcanon up have for this character?

1) Fangs (fangies post at 10,805 notes y'all)

2) heterochromia of all different flavors. I don't have a consistent preference from fic to fic. Some heterochromia set ups I've completely made up (like bad news where I gave him 3 eye colors) and others are just rare but existing versions

3) that man is ace af I don't know what to tell you

For Cal

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Joking but still true answer - his freckles.

Real answer - his psychometry. It's probably one of my favorite gameplay-story integrations. It's such a great way to tell the story. I also like that even though we hear (or see) the echo, Cal gets much much more out of them and tells BD-1 so we know. We hear some dialogue and sound effects sure, but Cal knows names and stories and feelings and reasons. I like that the player doesn't get everything Cal seemingly does. It adds a flavor that I really like. - that was more about the game than the character but I still really like psychometry in general.

Second real answer: he gives everyone a second chance. A chance to stop fighting, to lay down their weapon and walk away.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character.

Every time I try to come up with an answer I end up talking about game mechanics and such instead of Cal specifically 😅

Thanks for the asks! Have an apple! 🍎🍏

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

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Princess of Slytherin: Harry Potter x child princess reader platonic.

Age: 11. Reader Chan is a young princess starting her first year at Hogwarts. She is sorted into Slytherin and is the only first year. Takes place during prisoner of Azkaban. Ps she has heterochromia.

Warning: death.

K/N: Kingdom name.

You are sitting at your desk doing your math lessons on potions until you heard a tapping noise from your window. Looking up from the now finished paper you saw a milky white owl with a letter in its beak “Thank you.” You said to the owl giving it a mouse and watching it fly away with its meal.

You looked down at the letter with the Hogwarts symbol on it and carefully opened the envelope with clammy hands and your eyes closed.

Slowly opening your Green and charcoal eyes you saw that the letter read “Dear Princess Y/N L/N of K/N we are happy to announce that you are accepted into Hogwarts. We are looking forward to meeting you in person. You arrive on September 1 sign Professor McGonagall.” You then saw a list of stuff you needed such as books, robes, a wand and a pet specifically an owl, cat, rat or toad.

You began dashing out of your room towards the throne room where you knew your grandmother was while dodging servants, guards, nannies and your tutors along the way “Princess Y/N L/N it is unladylike to run in the palace.” One of your tutors said “Sorry.” You said slowing down a bit with your acceptance letter in hand “Ohh congratulations your highness.” Said tutor said followed by the people in the hall “Thank you all.” You said disappearing from sight.

You finally made it to the throne room and saw your grandmother who raised you after your parents died suddenly when you were a baby. She was sitting on her silver throne with green silks surrounding it with a loving smile on her face “My grandchild! What has excited you so?” She asked until you held up your acceptance letter “I got accepted mama.” You said in excitement “That’s wonderful news dear. We shall go shopping immediately for your school supplies.” She said as you went to your room to Chang into more comfortable clothes such as a f/c sweater with skinny jeans and f/c converse.

You and your grandmother are at the fire place with a few guards but one of them was holding a bowl of strange powder “Mama why are we at the fireplace?” You asked her as she smiles “you’ll see she said taking your hand and a fist full of powder then she said a spell “Diagon alley.” She chanted and both of you are engulfed in green flames.

You both are now in front of a shopping place filled with wizards and witches with pets “Y/N my dear welcome to Diagon alley.” She said as your looking around in awe “Wow. This is where we are getting my supplies?” You asked “Yes but first we must go to the bank for your money.” She said leading you to a building that said “Gringrotts wizarding bank.” You read the sign on the building while walking towards it.

Once you’re inside the building you saw goblins working around and helping people make deposits or withdrawals. You and your grandmother walked over to a goblin while she pulls a key out of her cardigan “Excuse me? I would like to make a withdrawal for Y/N L/N.” She said catching the goblins attention “Princess Y/N L/N?” He asked looking at you “My god! Yes of course you’re majesty.” He said taking the key and leading you to a vault with a lot of bronze knuts, silver sickles and golden galleons “So what brings the queen and princess to the bank?” He asked “Would you like to tell him darling?” Your grandmother asked “I’ve been accepted into Hogwarts.” You said happily “ahh yes! You need the proper amount of money for supplies.” He said helping you with the right amount with it in a sack “Thank you.” You said taking the sack and putting it in your purse “Have a good day your highness’s.” The goblin said as you and your grandmother walked out of the bank.

“Where to now Mama?” You asked “Now we have to get your books.” She said walking towards a shop that said “Flourish and Blotts.” You walked in and immediately found the school books section “Potions, dark arts.” You heard your grandmother name the books you needed this year “Ahh yes they have them all here let’s go check them out.” She said handing them to you and leading you to the check out counter “Excuse me? I would like to buy these books please.” You told the man behind the counter handing him the books “Ahh I see your attending Hogwarts.” He said checking them out and putting the books in a bag “You may wanna be careful with the monster books they are bitters.” He said giving you the bag “Thank you.” You told the man while giving him the right amount of change and walked out with your grandmother.

“Now to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get your robes.” She said walking to another shop. You saw a lot of robes in different styles and sizes on manikins “Ahh good afternoon ladies! What can I get for you two?” A kind woman asked walking up “My granddaughter needs robes for school. She’s going to Hogwarts.” You’re grandmother said to the woman who smiled “oh I’ll need her measurements.” The lady said running to the back to get a measuring tape.” Once she came back she asked you to step on a stool “Stand right here dear and lift your arms up.” She said as you did what she told you “Oh my. Your quite small for an 11 year old.” She said allowing you to get down from the stool while she ran in the back again “Is that bad Mama?” You asked your grandmother “That is concerning. Have you’ve been eating alright dear?” She asked “Yes I’ve been eating alright.” You answered your grandmother until the lady came back with the smallest robes she has “try these on.” She said handing you a summer robe that fit you greatly “ok now this one.” She gave you a winter robe this time that fits you as well “Wonderful they fit.” She said leading you and your grandmother to the register to pay while at the register you saw packets of black tights on sale so you grabbed two and put them on the counter so she can put them in a bag “Have a lovely school year dear.” She said as you gave her the right amount of money “Thank you have a lovely day as well.” You said taking the bag and following your grandmother.

“Time to go to Ollivanders for your wand.” She said leading you to your third stop. “Ahh afternoon ladies.” A man said walking towards you and your grandmother “Afternoon. My grandchild needs a wand! She’s going to Hogwarts this year.” Your grandmother said “Y/N L/N sir.” You said giving the man your name making his eyes widen “Y/N L/N? Princess Y/N L/N! My it’s an honor your parents came to my shop for their wands when they were first years.” He said fondly making your grandmother smile “Let’s start looking for a wand for you.” He said “Try this one.” He said giving you a cherry wood wand. Waving it around it only sparked and caused a paper to catch fire “Sorry.” You said as Ollivander puts the fire out “quite alright. Let’s keep looking.” after trying out 15 wands you still didn’t find a wand right for you “I wonder.” He said walking over to a shelf and pulled out a square box “Try this.” He said handing you the box. Opening it you saw a lovely silver necklace of a snake with emeralds on the snake and a teardrop shaped emerald dangling from it “It looks lovely! Give it a go dear.” Your grandmother encouraged you gladly put the necklace on and waved your hands around making butterflies fly around you “You found your wand. Or magic necklace in this case.” He said as you paid him “Thank you so much.” You said walking out of the shop very happy.

After the wand shop you saw that it’s 2:00PM “Let’s have lunch. Then we can get you a pet.” Your grandmother said as your heading to a restaurant for lunch.

After lunch you and your grandmother went to the last shop for your pet “Magical Menagerie.” You can hear hooting, screeching, meowing, croaking and chittering. Walking in you saw many pets and decided to look around while your grandmother spoked with the manager.

You saw a pin of cats and saw a pitch black kitten sleeping peacefully, you gently petted its head making it wake up and meow curiously at you and lick your hand “She seems to like you.” The manager said “I want this one mama.” You said liking the kitten as well “Of course dear. It seems really fond of you.” She said as your walking to the register with your new kitten “What would you like to name her?” The manager asked getting the supplies the kitten needed “Midnight.” You said excitedly “Midnight it is.” she said allowing you to sign the papers while she puts Midnight in her cage.

After you left the pet shop you and your grandmother made your way back to the muggle world and returned to the palace at 4:00 PM.

Later in September 1:

At 6:30 you woke up and started getting ready for the journey to Hogwarts and say goodbye to the palace staff.

You didn’t get to eat breakfast because the train departed at 7:30 so you and your grandmother left the palace after getting ready with your belongings in trunks and in the back of the carriage.

During the ride your grandmother gave you your train ticket that she got three days before you had to leave.

Later at the station you got a trolley to put your belongings and Midnight on then continue walking towards the station but your grandmothers owl Lofty flys towards her “I thought I canceled that meeting. Y/N my dear I’m needed at a meeting. You have to go without me.” She said upset while hugging you “Go on Mama. I can handle myself.” You told your grandmother hugging her back “I will see you at a break or during the summer.” She said tearfully kissing your forehead and walking off back to the muggle world and to the palace “Looks like it’s just us for now Midnight.” You said walking on until you saw a boy a bit older than you disappear at a pillar with an elderly woman saying goodbye to him “Excuse me ma’am!? Is this how you get to the Hogwarts express?” You asked her “Yes it is dear. I see your a first year, all you have to do is run straight into that wall and you’r at the train.” She said giving you the instructions “Ok thank you ma’am.” You said thanking the woman doing as she said you are running into the pillar while hearing the lady say “Such a polite girl.” and you’re In front of the train to Hogwarts “We made it girl.” You told Midnight who meowed in excitement making you laugh as your walking to the train where the conductor would be to take tickets.

A few moments later:

You handed your ticket to the conductor who bows when he saw your name “It is a privilege Princess Y/N.” He said allowing you on while train staff took your luggage and Midnight to the back of the train.

Your walking around the train to find that almost all the carts were taken until you saw one with three kids a bit older then you walking into it and a man named Lupin asleep “Excuse me is this full?” You asked “No come on in.” The boy with glasses said “Thank you. Oh you’re Harry Potter, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said remembering the news papers you saw for the past two years “I’ve never seen you in Hogwarts before. I’m Hermione, Hermione Granger. That’s Ron Weasley over there.” The brown haired older girl said introducing herself and the red haired boy “Oh this is my first year in Hogwarts. And I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You said making their eyes widen “Y/N L/N, as in Princess Y/N L/N of K/N?” Ron asked until the train started stopping “Why are we stopping we can’t be there already!?” Hermonie asked puzzled until Ron spoke “I think I saw something moving.” He said as frost appeared on the windows “What the?” You asked in shock as the room grew cold. You see something moving from the sliding glass door of the cart, flowing tattered robes swayed in the breeze and a bony hand sled the door open revealing a ghostly figure that floated towards you and Harry it was whispering something strange and you can hear a woman shouting your name “Y/N.” Then everything went black.

“princess Y/N? Harry? Can you hear me?” Hermione asked as your slowly regaining consciousness “eat this. It will give you your strength back. It’s chocolate.” The man Lupin said “Thank you.” You said taking the chocolate as Lupin and the older kids began to talk. A few hours later you, Hermione and the boys changed into your robes.

After you put on your all black robes you saw that they were in house Gryffindor “Can’t wait to see what house you’re in princess Y/N.” Ron said placing a hand on your shoulder making Harry and Hermione smile “There’s no need to call me princess. We are schoolmates after all. Just call me Y/N.” You said not liking formalities “wether what house you’re in I hope we can be friends.” Hermione said “Even if you were put in Slytherin we will still be your friends.” Harry said in a supportive manner.

After the train stopped all of you walked out of the train carful of the rain and into buggies that drove all of you the rest of the way to Hogwarts making you excited but nervous at the same time.

Once you’re at the school you are greeted by the professors and headmaster Dumbledor “Welcome Y/N L/N.” He said happy to have a new student making you smile “It’s wonderful to be here headmaster Dumbledor.” You said walking in with your fellow schoolmates towards the dining hall where a chorus was singing the popular spell from Macbeth with toads in their hands and candles floating around them with a conductor conducting them.

After the song played Dumbledor gave his speech and introduced the new staff members then he introduced you “And this year we have a new student joining us. Please give a warm welcome to princess Y/N L/N of K/N.” He said giving you the cue to stand as the room went silent and eyes stared at you in awe “Hello everyone.” You said “We shall sort her into a house immediately.” He said as professor McGonagall conjured the sorting hat.

You walked up to the staff and let Professor McGonagall put the hat on you “Alright let’s see what house you should be put in your highness.” The hat said thinking long and hard “Let’s see. Oh Slytherin. Looks like Malfoy just earned his princess.” The hat said making your eyes widen while everyone clapped followed by whispers until a tall man in all black with short black hair came up to you “Welcome to slytherin little one. I look forward to seeing you in potions class.” He said walking back to the staff table while you made your way to your new houses table earning the eyes of your new house mates “Hey Draco it’s your new princess.” A chubby boy said as you sat down besides a blonde haired boy a bit older than you who looks down at you with a faint smile “Hello princess.” He whispered to you ‘I will protect her.’ He thinks to himself unaware of Professor Snapes and the golden trio having the same thoughts.

After dinner everyone is escorted to their dorm rooms but Dumbledor and Gonagall stopped you “Princess Y/N when I sensed that you were turning 11 we had a room made just for you in advance since you’re our only first year.” She said as she and Dumbledor led you to a room opposite of the slytherin girls room.

You saw that the room had green colored walls with silver and black trimming, green, black and silver curtains, the queen size bed had green sheets with a comforter of the slytherin’s crest on it and green curtains hanging on a wooden canopy, the floor had a green carpet with a rug of the slytherin crest, a silver wardrobe with green trim that had your new uniform in it, a vanity with some makeup and black nail polish on it, you’re luggage was sitting neatly on the bed and you saw Midnight was let out of her cage and was sitting on her kitty bed “Hi Midnight.” You said as she happily ran to you with a meow “we’ll let you get settled in.” Dumbledor said walking out with professor Gonagall “We have a room all to ourselves girl.” You told midnight who meowed happily while you unpacked starting with your clothes and robes that you saw are no longer solid black but had green on them with the slytherin’s crest on them and hung them in your wardrobe where you saw your uniform blouses on hangers, a drawer of school skirts and school shoes on top of the drawers. You then put your casual clothes away with help from magic, your school books, diary and fantasy novels on a book case and Midnights stuff in a neat corner.

After unpacking you went to your private bathroom to bathe since it was a long day and you had class in the morning.

After bathing you put on a black nightgown with a matching chiffon cover up, brushed your hair and braided it then did your nails and used magic to dry them.

The next day:

You are awaken by a ghost telling you that it was time to start getting ready for classes.

After taking a bath you put your new uniform on along with a pair of your new tights and your magic necklace then did your hair in a high ponytail with your bangs framing your face.

(You get the choker at breakfast.)

After getting dressed you and your housemates walked out of the dorm to the cafeteria for breakfast “Morning Princess.” Draco said bowing making everyone else do the same “There is no need for that we are house mates after all and please just call me Y/N.” You said as all of you made your way to breakfast.

At breakfast:

You are sitting with your house eating breakfast and chatting with your fellow slytherin’s when you saw a familiar owl flying with a box in its talons and a letter in its beaks “Hello Lofty.” You said as she puts the box on the table and gently places the letter in your hand then flew offs. You opened up the letter and saw that it was from your grandmother “Dear Y/N this was a gift from your parents, it has a protection spell and the gem will turn into the color of your house I hope it serves you well Love Mama. Ps I heard you are in Slytherin just like your parents.”

After reading the letter you opened the box to find a black choker with a teardrop shaped onyx hanging from a silver chain “Oh that looks lovely Y/N.” Pansey said as you put it on then watched as the gem turned emerald green making everyones eyes widen in awe.

At potions:

You are in potions with Professor Snape dual to you being the only first year you have the professors undivided attention. As your following the formula professor Snape wrote on the black bored you saw that something wasn’t right, instead of the brew being a slimy green color it was instead black and smoking.

Scared you did something wrong you called for your potion’s teacher “Professor Snape! I think I did something wrong.” You said fearfully as the smoke intensifies “Y/N get behind me.” Snape said pulling you behind him as the smoke turns into the creature you saw on the train.

Everything was a blur the creature floated towards you, a green shield appeared and screaming was heard followed by voices of more teachers and someone shouting “Riddikulus!” Then everything went Black.

Your eyes fluttered open to see a nurse placing a wet cloth on your forehead “Thank goodness you’re awake you’re highness.” She said telling other nurses to get the headmaster “What happened?” You asked sitting up while rubbing your aching head that felt like it was going to explode “You fell unconscious after casting that protection spell around professor Snape and yourself dear.” She said making you confused “I didn’t cast that spell.” You said confused “It was the choker you’re grandmother sent you. It has a protection spell in the gem.” Headmaster Dumbledor said walking in with professors Gonagall, Snape and Lupin and a man who looks like an older version of Draco but with long hair.

As they came to your bedside the blonde haired man spoke “So the rumors are true? Princess Y/N is attending Hogwarts.” He said smirking down at you “Lucius Malfoy! It’s an honor to be in your presence your highness.” He said bowing while holding his snake head cane “There is no need for that Mr Malfoy and please just call me Y/N.” You said until the doors open again “Y/N thank goodness you are alright.” Draco said with Gregory and Vincent following behind him and the golden trio walking in soon after “Father what are you doing here?” Draco asked Lucius “To see if the rumors about Princess Y/N attending Hogwarts are true. What about you son?” Lucius asked Draco “She’s my new house mate.” He answered making Lucius smirk “So she’s in Slytherin? Just like her parents. Son protect her with your life.” Lucius said to Draco turning back to you “It was an honor.” He said bowing and walking out of the infirmary not before giving a dirty look to the golden trio

(I know Lucius wasn’t in prisoner of Azkaban but I added him in my fanfic)

Months later:

It was almost Christmas break. One of your favorite times of the year because your grandmother’s schedule is free, the palace is beautifully decorated and the chefs make delicious food.

There was only a week left of school before winter break and you couldn’t wait to see your grandmother and the servants again.

Until Lofty flew in with a letter from your grandmothers doctor at dinner.

Worried you opened the letter to hear a recording of the doctors voice.

“Princess Y/N it’s doctor Newtails I’m sorry to tell you this the week before your break but. Your grandmother died from an unknown illness three days ago, we are so sorry. Apparently it is a curse that the woman born or married into the royal family is cursed with it when they hit a certain age we couldn’t do much I am terrified sorry. Sign Doctor Newtails.” After the recording finished the letter ripped itself into shreds and was carried away by the wind.

You sit in your seat in shock, you felt tears forming in your green and silver eyes. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop but soon the sound of footsteps were heard “Y/N dear you are dismissed.” Dumbledor said gently seeing the devastation in your face as the other professors had looks of sadness on there faces “Thank you professor.” You said getting up and making haste for the Slytherin dorms.

As your walking all the ghost and paintings said apologies to you with you saying your thank you’s.

Once you’re in your room you locked the door and slide down on the green carpet hugging your knees and sobbing until Midnight meowed in curiosity “Mama died girl.” You whimpered to the kitten who rubbed her head on your ankle as you rubbed her head.

Like this if you want a part 2.

BTW this is my first Harry Potter fanfic.

#platonic #harry potter #Princess of slytherin #draco malfoy #child reader #severus snape #hermione granger #ron weasley #albus dumbledore #remus lupin #lucius malfoy #slytherin reader

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ketchup-monthly · 1 year

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prompt S for the fandom ask because you have so many correct hcs and more people need to see them

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The prompts for this one were pertaining to Lanterns (specifically Green Lanterns bc im obsessed and need help) and Kryptonians (specifically pertaining to physiology bc i have problems)

Kryptonians- -lets get into the weird kryptonian physiology. most of the time, people don't really notice the little things unless they look too closely, but kryptonians are just off enough that it freaks people out and they're a little wary of them. -kryptonians have an extra set of canines and their teeth are a bit longer and sharper than humans teeth. kryptonians have learned to talk and smile in ways that do not highlight those because its more than a little threatening when the 6'5" guy who is built like a brick house smiles widely and your prey senses activate. -their hair has a bluish tint, even kara's, which is blonde instead of black, so they frequently get asked (kon and kara at least) if their hair is dyed. -kryptonian eyes are weird as shit. those with blue eyes (really just clark and kara, who are pure kryptonians) are unnaturally blue and kinda creepy (kon has lex's green eyes and jon has lois's purple eyes). kryptonian eyes have a second eyelid that protects their eyes as well as opens when they use their various special visions. kryptonians cant see when theyre using their laser vision, but their eyes have the ability naturally to see ultraviolet and infrared light, so when they have their second eyelids open and are not using laser vision, they can see humans stripes! their second eyelids lubricate their eyes as well as protect them, so full kryptonians dont need to blink to lubricate their eyes. half kryptonians have to blink more than full kryptonians, but its still far less then humans do, about 3-4 times a minute instead of 15-20 times a minute on average. full kryptonians only blink about 1-2 times a minute, and mostly out of habit. they also have glowy eyes like cats when light hits them right -kryptonians dont need to breathe much, and sleep far less than humans because they derive energy from the sun. full kryptonians also dont really need to eat food, but they do so they can fit in, and half kryptonians need to eat almost more than humans do so they can fuel their kryptonian ability to absorb sunlight. -kryptonians dont have fingerprints like humans do. the tips of their fingers are completely smooth. their "fingerprints" are markings on their skin that are outside the spectrum of visible light that humans can see. -kryptonians have blood that is a darker purplish red, so they blush darker than humans do. they are also very warm to the touch like speedsters are since their blood absorbs and holds sunlight stores

Lanterns- -when lanterns power up, their eyes glow the color of their rings. you cant really tell with hal and kyle, who wear masks with white out lenses, bur john, guy, simon, jess, etc all have glowing green eyes. the lantern rings, when used for extended periods of time, and when worn over a long period of time, will gradually change the users body. before becoming lanterns, the characters have natural eye colors that they were born with, but after having worn their rings for a while, their normal eye color will shift to one closer to their lantern color. guys eyes change to a very pale green, hals to a green with gold sectoral heterochromia in his left eye, johns eyes become a hazel green, kyles were actually green to begin with, etc. carols eyes become a beautiful violet color. -use of the lantern rings will also dramatically alter the ageing of the user, and lanterns will begin having a hard time with their natural body rhythms since they move around through space so much with different time systems than their home planets. -The constructs that lanterns make have specific smells/tastes that they subconsciously choose. Hal’s constructs smell like pine sol, John’s smell like fresh cut grass, Guy’s green constructs smell and taste like rosemary and his red constructs smell and taste like hot sauce, Kyle’s constructs taste like green apple jolly ranchers, Alan’s taste like cucumber mint, Simon’s taste like lime, Jess’s smell and taste like cilantro, Keli’s taste like gamer fuel (mountain dew), Jo’s smell like new car -i think all green lanterns deserve to have a speedster friend but there arent enough speedsters who interact with GLs to go around :( anyway this is my petition for guy and bart to interact bc i think it'd be funny -hal and alan have the most tempestuous relationship (after guy and alan, i think, bc god the two of them are so different) but alan LOVES kyle and vice versa. kyle is like alans kid/grandkid depending on how old kyle is in relation to alan. -they basically all hate the guardians (except ganthet and sayd. kyle is ganthets little guy) -also literally none of them are straight. how can you be when not all aliens have male/female/boy/girl divides? aliens hot, man! -and most importantly, THEY ARE A FAMILY

#kryptonians #superfam #clark kent #kon el #kara zor el #jon kent #green lantern #lanternfam #hal jordan #guy gardner #john stewart #kyle rayner #other lanterns mentioned #ketchup answers

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incorrectshantaequotes · 5 months

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Shantae Mini-Headcanons - Tibia

You're probably wondering what this is, and to that, I say - I'm running an experiment! We'll see how this goes but hopefully it's a relatively short post

So, those of you who read my Romance headcanons post here might remember this little tidbit

Well, guess what? I have now remembered the details! Somewhat. I've also changed a few around but it's also been a bit since I first had that idea so I say it's fine

Anyway...I'm not going to cover the hypothetical romance since that would take a hot minute but I am going to briefly touch on my headcanons for the zombie tourist girl - or, as I'm calling her, Tibia - since her design is neat and, well, why not, right?

For anyone who's unfamilar this is the NPC I'm talking about

again this ideally should not be that long but I will still put a read more for anyone who just wants to scroll on

Her full name is Tibia H. Patella

It's weird to me that the only real indication she's a zombie is the green skin and the stitch around her left leg so I'm going to fix that. Tibia also has a stitch around her left arm (specifically around the area that is conveniently always obscured by her hair in her one animation) and on her initial awakening she was missing a whole-ass eye, which is why she took to wearing sunglasses

Key word to that last part is initially; Tibia has since fixed the lack of depth perception with an eye pilfered from an unfortunate shmuck who had the misfortune of getting caught in the Chit Chat Spider Queen's web and being its lunch, so all the sunglasses hide now is a case of heterochromia. She still wears them out of habit though

The little zombie boy we also see in Seven Sirens is her adopted little brother, Mort. The story behind him is that, while making a brief stop in a human town with the Zombie Caravan, Tibia found Mort homeless, starving, and notably lacking any adult supervision to take care of him. She tried getting him a home before the caravan was due to leave to no avail, but she couldn't just LEAVE him there, and with no better options presenting themselves to her...she ended up turning the kid so she could take him with the caravan

Tibia briefly got in hot water with the caravan for that stunt - civilized zombies aren't particularly keen on turning for the most part, as it's seen as enforcing the stereotype that they're no different from their feral, shambling counterparts who mindlessly bite and tear for a taste of brains, never mind the ethical quandaries - but after she explained the situation they begrudgingly agreed that she probably made the best move she could have there.

For his part, Mort has adjusted remarkably well to being a zombie and bounced back quick. He was the one who insisted that Tibia was his older sister now, and she happily agreed, making an extra room for him and generally acting as the authority figure he needs in his life

Tibia is one of Rottytops' several exes, though as is the case for all of Rottytops' dating life before she started dating Shantae, it didn't last for more than two weeks. She's heard the news, and is genuinely happy for Rottytops, glad that she's turning her life around...buuuuuut any time she's actually around Rottytops, she tends to be awkwardly tense. This has less to do with Rottytops and more to do with the fact that Tibia knows firsthand that Rottytops is a trouble magnet and just being in proximity of her means her entire afternoon has probably gone down the drain

Regardless of whether she's dating Harmony or not I imagine Tibia has a crush on her from seeing the Half-Genie Festival and, well. Like I said in the romance post Harmony is a built like an amazon Tibia fell for her reeeeeeaaaaaalllll fast. Mort teases her relentlessly about it and she is torn between being happy to engage in sibling banter or severely regretting telling Mort about dating Rottytops after she finally managed to recognize her in the Fillin disguise because she KNOWS that has to be fuel for the fire to him

#shantae #not a quote #headcanons #zombie tourist/tibia #<probably not going to need that tag but. if you guys want more of tibia. you never know

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amethystjewel01 · 5 months

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And now to show off my new obsessions

My Ramshackle ocs! Or Ramtrio as I like to call them. I don't have any full sheets for them so the only references I have of them is me trying to see what they would look like in game

Anyway to start of with is my new twstsona!

I'll put info and the other two under the cut

Name- Yuuna (real name- AJ)

Pronouns- They/Them

So this sweet gal is just the typical yuusona, except for them already knowing about the events and characters. Honestly I don't have much to say about them besides they're just me but like actually perfect and pretty LOL.

I'll mostly use them for Ramtrio shenanigans or yumeing everyone because I'm that bitch that gets all the boys Dhwkehfkfh

Some fun facts.

Their eyebrow color is their natural hair color (the dark brown). They regularly have to retouch their hair to make sure it stays its pastel colors.

Sometimes they'll wear a binder depending on if they wanna look more androgynous or not. Or more masculine if they have to cross dress as a guy because they are that friend that will be the pretend boyfriend.

Next is a slight oldie but I never showed outside of friend discords (iirc)

Name: Yuuto (real name- Calix)

Pronouns- He/They

Now here's the slu- I mean, ho- I MEAN- nah actually he's just a straight up slut dhskdhdkf. They'll flirt with everyone basically, no fucks given. The only time he would stop is if someone was seriously uncomfortable, he's respectful enough to take a step back. Usually this nature of theirs causes squabbles with Yuuki, which then causes the two to bicker like children.

Now some fun facts.

He actually was gonna be sorted into Diasomnia, which surprised the other Yuu since they thought he was magicless as well, but he refused to be sorted and asked to be in Ramshackle because "It would be more interesting".

His hair is the only one that's natural, the other two give him weird looks over it but say nothing since he's the one that helps them keep their hair dyed and healthy.

He actually has heterochromia, but he prefers to keep the other color (a bright as fuck ruby red) hidden since it stands out too much.

And now the final

Name- Yuuki (real name-???)

Pronouns- She/They

Now here's the "real Yuu" in the trio, they legit have no idea what's going on nor is she prepared for it. What she does know is she's already done with everything, like legit she will throw a punch at someone annoying her (Ace and Yuuto being the main targets). They're like a spicy kitten, just don't annoy them and they'll soften up....eventually.

Fun facts!

They don't remember their real name, so the other two had to give them the name Yuuki. They didn't mind and just stuck with it.

She actually has albinism, she just hides it by dying her hair and wearing special contacts. She doesn't have a particular reason other then not wanting to stand out nor be seen as weak since if she's not wearing her contact her eyes are sensitive to light.

Something that they always have on hand is some sort of weapon. No joke even if you find one on them and take it away, they'll already have a spare out ready to fuck someone up if pissed off enough.

Now fun facts for all three as a trio!

Only in private do they call each other by their real names. There isn't a specific reason besides for wanting to be consistent.

All three spoil Grim in their own ways, Yuuna gives him lots of affection, Yuuto gives him lots of treats and food, while Yuuki....doesn't act superplex him every second.

And that's about all the info I've thought of/written. I plan to draw them or write their shenanigans more! Hopefully I won't lose motivation lmao

They usually have a day together of just spending time, whether that be shopping or just doing each other's nails (they always match in color).

#twst #twisted wonderland #twstoc #twst oc #twst yuu #yuusona #twst yuusona #ramtrio #thats right we making the tag

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psychangels · 9 months

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what chai's eyes look like in my escapism au! well, the majority of the time, anyways.

sort of heterochromia (not any naturally occurring kind), sort of weird vein-like things. ig a better way to phrase it would be that his eyes always have a sort of unnatural bloodshot look to them (not pictured super well here, though i did try to make the grey in his irises sort of vein-like).

his eyes r sometimes more grey, sometimes more brown. they do also go fully brown/grey, but that only happens under specific circumstances. those circumstances r probably obvious, but his eyes can go full brown even when under spectra's control.

most people assume that he just wears contacts or something because it Looks Cool. chai himself doesn't think much of it, for obvious reasons.

when spectra eventually gets shut down, chai's eyes do keep some grey. it's only in the form of speckles, however, and the veins disappear.

#chai hi fi rush #escapism au #angeltalks.txt #angelimages.png #hi fi rush

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disorganizedkitten · 2 months

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This Is The Road To Ruin Chapter One

Harry Potter | 2022 | 6,362 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

And We're Starting At The End Magic is real. That's probably supposed to be the most important bit, here, but to Eden's kids that doesn't mean much. There are a lot of magical children without families, just as there are even more nonmagical children without them. Eden's takes them both and tells them to get along, it's probably just genetics. The actual important bit is this: Harry Doe gets his Hogwarts letter on July 24th, 1991. For someone who's birthday is November 11th, 1980, that's a touch odd, but whatever. For someone whose magic doesn't work quite right, that's more odd, but he knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Adapting to a largely new culture, making friends, and spontaneously bleeding whenever he's around a specific professor? Yeah, so there's a Reason Florine didn't think he'd make it to Hogwarts. Still, he's gonna make the best of it; even if that means ignoring That Weird Potter Kid, befriending the Obviously Raised By A Serial Killer Dormmate, and joining a conspiracy labelled 'blue and yellow make green for a reason, children'.

24/7/91

Harry got his Hogwarts letter today! He was so happy about it. I am too. We haven’t been able to tell Clemencia yet, but everyone else knows. Aletris is already teasing him about his future house, although Hana’s reactions make me think he’s not remembering them right. Or maybe she’s just teasing; I don’t remember them either. They’re not important, so long as he makes friends and feels comfortable.

Ravenclaw is the perfect place for the girls, so I can only hope Harry goes to one perfect for him.

... don’t tell Harry, but I was a little worried he wouldn’t get one. And it’s a year early, that worries me. We’re not going to edit the birth certificate, but if magic reads his birthday as before September first, that opens a whole new set of opportunities for his birth family. I don’t want them to find him, but we’ve had this conversation before.

I was worried that his shapeshifting was going to be like Tansy’s smoke, a sign that something was supremely wrong and the wizarding world didn’t want him either.

I might be jealous, but only a little bit. I don’t want to know what would’ve happened if they were successful.

Anyway, we’re picking up Clem first thing tomorrow morning, and heading off to Diagon Alley! Hana says that she has most of the third year booklist too, so we can get their supplies all at once, and send someone for the final things in August. Aletris-

***

Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hummed as she looked at the unfortunately familiar building. Eden’s was painted on the little picket sign in the front yard, with a tree curving up over the word and an apple leaf instead of an apostrophe. Despite the sadness implicit in this place, she forced her thoughts to warm, considering the letter in her pocket.

It was a familiar name, which made the trek to this place simultaneously more and less depressing.

She entered the gate, looking warmly over the well-used yard. There were kids playing in a sprinkler on one side, and she waved when one of them caught her eye. That set off a chain reaction of kids waving, which made Minerva smile. How cute.

She rapped sharply on the door, as was her custom, and was let in by the Matron of this not-orphanage. Minerva had called it an orphanage once and was promptly treated to a lecture about how orphanages were dead.

“Hey,” she said with an easy smile. Mrs. Konstantina Calmiris was also a widow, and Minerva was relatively sure they had almost been in the same year, or would have been had Konstantina had magic. She was stout and kind, with graying blonde hair and blue/hazel heterochromia. As Minerva had heard it, Mrs. Calmiris had started the group home out of a severe case of empty-nester’s syndrome after her child had run off to the circus with her full approval.

She also, oddly enough, had quite the knowledge of magic. Minerva had considered sending an Obliviator after her, but decided that it was justified as Mrs. Calmiris was essentially the single parent of fifteen kids. And with the number of muggleborns Minerva had delivered letters to either in this building or who had come back to this building at some point in summer, obliviating her would have been more work than it was worth anyway.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Calmiris,” Minerva returned, just as warmly.

“Is that Professor McGonagall?”

Mrs. Calmiris grinned impishly and shouted down the hallway. “Yes, actually!”

There was an excited yell, and one of her sixth-year lions came scrambling out of the drawing room. Jeanette Scott. “Awesome! Professor, I had a question about the Fawcett principle; it said in chapter seven that all transfigurations are finite and will fade, depending on the amount of magic put into it, right? But then what about magically transfigured houses? By all accounts they should fall, making it a completely illegal and unsafe building practice!”

“The key to that, Miss Scott, is the materials. If you transfigured the shape of wood, but not the amount, the transfiguration doesn’t fade because there’s no extra energy there. The same cannot be said of turning your teacup into a kitten; not only do you change the mass, you change the properties.”

“Huh,” Scott said. “Thanks, Professor. Are you here for Harry?”

“Likely,” Minerva hummed. “Harry Doe?”

“That’s the one. I’ll go get him.” Jeanette ducked outside.

Mrs. Calmiris led her to the same office she had used every other time – Konstantina didn’t allow strangers, especially adults, into her children’s rooms, ever. It had been a fight the first time Minerva came to Eden’s, nine years ago.

Minerva took her seat with grace. They existed in silence, Konstantina digging through her papers from behind her desk. “July thirty-first,” she murmured, nose in her pocket calendar.

Minerva hummed inquiringly.

Konstantina glanced up and shot her a tight smile, before putting a note in one of her many, many files. “You deliver letters exactly a week before birthdays, correct?”

“Yes,” Minerva agreed.

There was a knock on the door, and then a child popped their head in. “Jeanie said I was needed, Tanti?”

“Yeah, come on in, Hawthorne.”

Hadn’t they said Harry?

He came in all the way and closed the door; after a quick glance at the other chair in the office, he hopped onto a clear corner of the desk instead. Minerva tried in vain to smother her smile as he looked at her, feet kicking. He was surprisingly pale for a child so late in summer, with just the touches of a sunburn across his nose and arms, wet, dark hair plastered to his forehead, and slightly disturbing eyes. They were bright green, as though someone had caught the killing curse in marbles and stuck them in. There was a pang of sadness as she pushed away a niggling sense of recognition; there had been too many orphans made of the last war, orphans whose parents she’d taught or fought with personally.

“Are you Mr. H. Doe, of the Mint Room?”

“Yep. Hawthorne Doe, nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” she said warmly. As likely as it was that he already knew of magic, she still looked forward to explaining. “I’m Professor McGonagall, of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

As she spoke, a look of excited awe dawned over Doe’s face. “Is this- do you- I thought not until next year?”

And oh, Minerva realized with a pang. The poor child didn’t even know his own birthday. “No, Mr. Doe. We’d love to see you on September first.” She offered the letter, green ink glimmering in the office’s light.

He took it reverently, smoothing out the folds gently. “You’re sure I’m supposed to go?"

“The magic is never wrong, Mr. Doe. You’re part of the 1991 intake.”

She watched happily as a smile slid over his face, and he turned to look at Mrs. Calmiris. “Can I go tell the others?”

“Pack your bag for the weekend, and I’ll take you over.”

His smile managed to get brighter. “Thank you! And you, Professor!” he added, turning to her. “Do I need to pen a formal acceptance?”

“Merely say you’ll be there on September first, Mr. Doe, and it’ll be official.”

He nodded. “I’m absolutely going to be at Hogwarts September first.”

“Good, now, before I let you go-“ she made sure to stress the statute of secrecy, knowing it would likely be ignored anyway and not caring as much as she likely should, and also handed him a card for the Hogwarts Stipend. “Present this to the Goblins at Gringotts, and it should cover most if not all of your supplies.”

Mrs. Calmiris didn’t even try to argue this time; the first few, she had, because apparently the muggle government gave her a stipend per child that she would gladly use to cover the expenses, but Minerva had talked her into it the second summer, after Konstantina had met her fuming about the home that one of her kids had been in for the first half of the summer. Minerva convinced her that even if she covered their expenses while she watched them, the money could be put into savings accounts and be there for an emergency, or, if all went well, be used to buy friends Christmas presents.

***

Tanti, as Mrs. Calmiris preferred her kids to call her (because it sounded like tante and Mrs. Calmiris was nothing if not in love with languages) was the best, for a multitude of reasons, but the most common one was that she got it. She’d had many kids throughout her years, and she understood and noticed that some of them got more attached than others did. She put in the work to make sure that they stayed in contact, if not outright together, which had been Harry’s saving grace when he was seven. Jacinta had moved out as soon as she was eighteen, moving in with Aletris and Florine instead. As she’d raised him up until that point, it was a big change. He shuddered to think of how bad his abandonment issues would be if he hadn’t been allowed to visit.

Tanti made him promise to have one of them call her if he wasn’t coming home tomorrow night (he kindly didn’t tell her that this apartment was more home than Eden’s nowadays) before leaving him at the bottom of their building, secure in the knowledge that he’d be okay.

With his siblings, what else could he be? He made his way upstairs to their apartment, and opened the door with a grin, catching sight of his favorite sister right away.

“Jacinta! Guys, guess what?”

“Celosia’s food arrived?” Jacinta asked, only half serious. Or so Harry hoped. She was reading A Dramatic Retelling Of The Midnight Ride , the cover done mostly in bright blues and yellows reminiscent of a Van Gogh painting.

"Not yet," Harry said, kicking the door closed and dropping his suitcase in the tiny entryway. "Are you running low?"

He hoped not, but he couldn't remember the last time they had gotten food. He could talk them into swinging by the pet store when they go to Diagon Alley, though.

"No," Jacinta said. "He's just whiny."

Harry ducked his head, hiding a fond smile she wouldn’t see anyway, and darted into the little living room.

The Garden Apartment was small, with only two bedrooms, one bath, and a kitchen-dining-living room that bled together. It could, generously, be called an open floor plan, with the kitchen and dining room each taking up a quarter of the floor, separated by a counter, while the other half had stained beige carpet and was their living room, denoted by the blue tie-dye sofa and large, glass windows. And the snake cage, with a heavy heat lamp and brightly colored serpent inside. "Celosia!"

"Two-leaf!" The snake said, rearing up happily. "Smoke-nestmate is a wonderful hunter, you should let her teach you!"

"She is," Harry agreed, a little uncomfortable. Florine's 'hunting' was… not something they talked about. "How are you?" He reached down, and Celosia wrapped around his wrist.

Celosia began to regale him with tales of sneaking around the kitchen to try and eat a raw egg without Aletris catching him.

Celosia was a blue coral snake, scales done primarily in dark blue, but with a pillar box red head and tail, and two light blue stripes connecting them.

Harry carried Celosia over and leaned on Jacinta's back. "You didn't guess my news."

Jacinta went stiff for half a second. Harry pressed harder into her side. Jacinta took a deep breath, and when she spoke next it was a little warmer, a little more excited. "Are you going to Hogwarts?"

"I'm going to Hogwarts!" Harry agreed, vibrating.

She leaned back into him, catching his head in a one-armed hug. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you," Harry said softly. "Do you know where the others are?"

She nodded, twisting off her chair. "Aletris and Tansy are shopping, Clem's at work, and Hana's been practicing for her marathon. Clemsr's still with the Gibsons, so she won't be here for dinner but I'll get Hana."

Jacinta Pérez was an odd woman, but Harry wouldn't trade her for the world. Aside from her latent ability to locate her family, she was also an absolute flower nerd - specifically, their meanings. Thus, everyone but Harry had a matching nickname, and his wasn't flower related only because Jacinta had been able to give him a flower as his legal name.

Hawthorns were a flower of love and protection. Tansys were violent, a declaration of war . Edelweiss was for courage, devotion and loyalty. Salvia for connections, thinking of you. Heliotrope for ambition, Cornflower a good luck charm.

(Harry meant ruler. Florine meant flower. Aletris meant corn grinder. Jacinta for beautiful, drawn from the Greek Hyacinth. Hana meant happiness, drawn from another flower. Clemencia meant merciful.)

"Well," Jacinta said, letting him bring her to the living room. "Tell me all about it!"

He grinned, sat down beside her, and started talking.

***

"Florine!"

"Why is there screaming?" His eldest sister asked, half-materializing in the kitchen. The smoke of her form moved back and forth over brown skin, solidifying into groceries every time more wrapped around her hand. Florine Dupont and Jacinta Peréz could easily be mistaken for biological siblings, something they’d taken advantage of many times; both had brown skin and dark hair; black in Florine’s case, and brown in Jacinta’s. Florine’s eyes were hazel, when they weren’t a surprisingly demonic white.

"Harry reached a milestone ," Jacinta sung proudly, leisurely following his mad dash to the kitchen.

Harry slammed into her middle, not minding the freezing mist that danced around them both. "I'm going to Hogwarts!"

"You're- Harry that's great!" There was a clatter as she dropped the rest of the groceries and scooped him up. There was the vicious feeling of too-hot too-cold not-there and then they were in the living room and she was cupping his face, brown eyes jubilant. Harry grinned back at her.

"I know!"

There were things they didn't talk about with the other witches in the family, like the fact that neither of their magic worked quite right. Harry hadn't expected a letter, even though Jacinta told him to keep his hopes up. (He told himself he would be okay if it never came, but he'd been dreading next summer - dreading the confirmation he was a freak, even among magicals.)

Hot-cold fingers brushed away the tears he hadn't noticed were welling up. "You're going to be amazing," she murmured softly.

"They're going to think I'm weird," he whispered back.

"Pity them," Florine said seriously. "If they're so closed minded to care, they're not worth it anyway."

He nodded, and dangit, he wasn't supposed to cry, this is a good thing, it's just-

It's just-

(Jacinta never said she was magical, but Harry will eat his own hand if Seeing isn't a magical gift. Florine has always been magical but people are scared of her, call her a monster, a killer, and they're not wrong. Harry was magical from the moment they met him, a screaming child who couldn't stop changing his face, his limbs, who made Jacinta taste blood the first time she held him.)

(Hana and Clemencia never talk about that, never get odd, awed or disgusted looks just from using their magic.)

It's just a lot.

Florine kept brushing away his tears as they came faster, to the background noise of Jacinta putting away groceries.

He's going to Hogwarts.

He's going to Hogwarts!

It feels surreal.

***

Aletris didn't trip on the bags at the door only due to his wonderful ability to walk blind. He stepped over and took in the scene in moments. Jacinta was putting away groceries, singing louder than usual. Florine was in the living room, for a given value of in, considering the amount of smoke bleeding off her into the air, wrapped around with Hawthorne.

He left them to it, instead helping Jacinta. She didn't look at him for long, but she greeted him by bumping into him. He bumped back, and when her singing stuttered a few minutes later, started a new beat.

She sang along.

***

Clemencia grabbed for the nearest hand, looking in horror at the crowded interior of the Leaky Cauldron. How the heck did it manage to get more crowded than when booklists came?

"Looks like we're aiming to be done before lunch," Aletris said, on the other side of Harry. Florine was after him, fingers curled into his sleeve, with Jacinta looped tightly at the elbow and keeping up a running commentary in Sign Language. Hana brought up the rear, wand in her teeth. She wasn't hanging on yet.

Clemencia groaned.

Hana shook her head. "Just- let's do this fast."

Clemencia took off through the crowd to the back alley. The tavern was hidden with repelling charms, strong enough that Aletris always closed his eyes and let them guide him in to avoid a debilitating headache. Once inside, the entrance to the actual shopping district was down a dingy hallway, back outside to a group of rubbish bins and a blank brick wall. She wasn't sure why there were so many layers of concealment on the shopping district, but it did give her a chance to stop and look back at her littlest brother. "Ready for this, Haz?"

Harry nodded at her.

She slipped her wand out of the pocket she'd sewn into her sleeve, and reached up to tap the proper brick. Edge of the gray rubbish bin, five up, seven left, and a double tap.

***

Harry gasped. It wasn't… it wasn't a new sight, not really, but somehow it felt like one.

Maybe because this was the first time he was going as a student.

Usually by now one of them had pushed forward, but it seemed everyone was waiting for Harry to lead the way. He didn’t move. The alley was bright and casually magical, with storefronts whose letters moved and displays that flickered with enchantments to mimic screens; the people were a hodgepodge of not-quite-Victorian dress and robes, with various headwear that Harry found himself cooing over and side-eyeing in turns.

And yet, despite the familiar sight, despite the support at his back, he wasn’t moving. Someone slipped their hand back into his, squeezing. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He squeezed Florine’s hand in return, and then glanced up at her. “Can we skip the threshold?”

“Sure.”

There was the uncomfortable feeling of his skin ripping apart, the rush of tripping into snow or a cold river, of standing too close to a fire, frostbite and freezer burn, and then he inhaled sharply as his lungs reformed. Florine had reformed them in the same positions, so Harry tugged her arm up so he could spin in and curl up; Aletris' swing dancing lessons had been passed on and reappropriated. She moved with him, pressing him to her side.

"Come on," Jacinta said from behind, skittering her fingers up his shoulder blade. "Your friends are waiting."

And, like he always had and always would, Harry believed her.

He shifted so he wasn't leaning quite so much weight onto Florine's side, and as a unit, they stepped forward.

***

"It wasn't this crowded last time," Harry said, looking at the lines inside the bank apprehensively. Jacinta had linked elbows with him as they climbed the stairs, and was now building a twelve string leaf pattern bookmark.

"No, it wasn't," Clemencia agreed, eyeing the crowds both inside and out with distaste. “We usually come early so we avoid the letters crowd, I wonder what’s going on?”

“I haven’t seen signs for any sales or book signings,” Hana said. “Maybe it’s a holiday?”

“I don’t remember any holidays in July, but I guess it’s possible.”

“Wasn’t there something about celebrating some famous kid’s birthday last year?” Aletris asked.

Hana hummed. “That’s possible, if ridiculous.” She leaned forward and hugged Aletris, before opening one of the large doors for her family. Florine didn’t try to enter this time, just squeezed Harry’s hand before stepping back, fully solid. Aletris stayed out with her. Harry watched as the Goblin Guard’s dark eyes followed Florine until she was off their property, which began at the large marble steps.

Jacinta led them to a line, still focusing on her bookmark.

Harry leaned into her side and looked around. This wasn’t the first time he’d visited Gringotts Wizarding Bank (and every time he wondered at the name; the bank was run by Goblins, so why was it called the wizarding bank? Is there another branch for Centaurs and Werewolves? He’d been trying to find Gringotts Muggling Bank for three years and thus far had failed miserably) but Harry still found the architecture awe-inspiring. It felt like stepping into an ancient cathedral, the ones that featured in books on Renaissance art and stained glass history, if cathedrals were done out of brilliant white stone instead of deep wood.

There were golden arches and inlays, patterned in such a way that Harry was sure they were some sort of hieroglyph, a tall domed ceiling, and no visible light fixtures. The desks lined the walls closest to the door, leaving the open floor for wizards to stand in twisty lines and walk around each other.

Sadly, there weren’t any stained glass inlays. Harry didn’t know much about wizarding history, but he’s sure that anything important enough to become a stained glass window would be fascinating.

Hana and Clem had moved on in conversation, talking about book lists and wondering if this year would be the year they’d get a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry enjoyed people watching instead.

Some of the wixen were polite to the Goblins, some were sneering, some looked annoyed, and then there were the ones that looked scared. Harry couldn’t blame them that much; Goblins had little, dark eyes like guinea pigs, shark sharp teeth, and leathery, komodo dragon skin; if komodo dragons came in brown and gold. All in all, they were intimidating when you first met them, but it hadn’t taken Harry long to realize they were pretty chill. Loved money, loved weapons, loved to see who could make more interesting threats (Harry had gotten a lot of points for ‘by the time I’m done you won’t have enough soul to reincarnate into a flobberworm’, which he was quite proud of. Even if he hadn’t known until then that souls were real, and could be affected by magic), didn’t like people, and didn’t like threats to their safety.

Hence why Florine had a permanent ban, despite never even misting inside the building. Apparently they could recognize what she was, and didn’t want to risk that in their tunnels.

And even then, they hadn’t been horrible, once they got past the whole ‘ax at her throat bit’. (The ax did not survive the encounter. Florine did.)

Aletris called it Orange-Blue Morality. Florine said Black-White Morality was boring anyway.

“But are you sure he’ll still be using Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?” Hana said. “The upper years keep expecting him to die over the summer, we might not even get Kettleburn.”

Textbook lists often didn't go out until August, or at the very least later in July, which led to a mob nearly as bad as Boxing Day sales caused. The Ravenclaws had teamed up to ensure they could go shopping whenever (not very many of them liked crowds, which Hawthorne could understand) by talking to upper years and the teachers. Except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they had a margin of 89% success for getting the right books by passing down old booklists, and that was just because no DADA teacher seemed capable of staying more than a year.

“That one’s on my list,” Harry said.

His sisters turned to look at him, then shot each other questioning looks. “Really?” Clem said. “I wonder who’d be using it.”

“Isn’t DADA supposed to cover creatures at some point?” Hana asked.

“Oh thank goodness, we will have a good teacher this year.”

Harry stifled his giggles, glancing at them in open adoration.

Clemencia Doe was a thirteen year old witch, with white skin and Robin's-egg-blue tips dyed through her short black hair. Her eyes were also blue, although they were river-dark and could easily be mistaken for hazel. She was older of the 'twins', and had a tendency to force situations to work out in her favor, no matter how unusual or unlikely.

Hana Griffiths was younger by four months and not afraid to start a fight. Her best friend outside of the Garden was a Hufflepuff, which explained a lot. She too was white, with dark brown hair she kept longer than her sister's, at mid-bicep. Currently it was loose, brushing her shoulder blades. Hana's eyes were also blue, but a much brighter, clearer shade.

Jacinta, turning twenty-one in two months, was eight years older, with fathomless black eyes that would glow blue when Something Was Happening, brown skin, and darker brown hair, cut to her elbows. Playing with it was another of her coping methods, as was letting her siblings do the same.

Then of course, there was Harry himself. He could whine about how there were no mirrors in Gringotts, but he didn’t need a mirror to know exactly what he looked like at any given point. Harry’s… abnormality was that he could shapeshift. He had a form for each of his siblings, whenever he wanted to feel biologically theirs, and he had his own face. Black hair that curled, pale skin, and bright green eyes. Long fingers, a flat nose, none of Aletris’ freckles or Jacinta’s moles. Although he’d dimmed his eyes today, from smooth greensnake to a muted swamp that made him look more like Clemencia.

Clemencia and he still looked like biological siblings when he was himself, and sometimes he imagined they’d have been cousins had their parents not died.

They were still debating whether or not it was worth it to go off last year’s third-year booklist when they reached a teller. Like most tellers at Gringotts, he was a Goblin. It was a Goblin run bank, so it made sense that Human employees were few and far between.

"We have three for the Hogwarts vault," Hana said, looking up. Despite Goblins being short, they set up their desks tall enough they could look down on most, if not all wizards. The teller sneered down at her.

"Keys?"

They handed their key cards over together, and after a moment of silent inspection, were told everything was 'in order'. The teller called over another Goblin, ("Griphook!") and Jacinta unhooked her elbows and waved them off with a kiss each.

"And you?" The Goblin asked.

Harry didn’t hear Jacinta’s response, but having stayed with her the last two years he knew she had just silently offered up her own key.

“Boneclaw! Take Ms. Rosier to her vault.”

He pretended the tick in his jaw was because he was going into the tunnel system for the first time. Which, to be fair, he was a little nervous. Aletris had gladly stayed out with Florine after saying the carts put him off rollercoasters forever.

On the other hand, Clemencia said it was the most fun of any Diagon trip.

They ended up piling into a minecart, of all things, and setting off down a set of dark railroad tracks.

It was terrifying, and fun. Harry was absolutely joining Clemencia's camp.

Unlike the glowing marble in the main room, the tunnels were lit with lanterns that became orange blurs as the cart picked up speed, pointing downhill. Harry forced himself to look as well as he could, keeping track of their turns just because he could. Many of the turns were jerky, or fake-outs, which were terrifying, and he wasn’t sure if Hana would be able to hear when they finished.

The tunnels, too, were rough-hewn and in some places it looked more like they were going through wide, dark caverns, full of stalagmites and stalactites and some things that looked like actual jewels. Did the goblins use these tunnels as a proper mine? Did they have canaries?

…was there a spell to use so they wouldn’t need a canary to ensure the mine was safe?

Harry was still wondering about that when they reached the Hogwarts Vault. Harry had to lean on his sister because his legs were shaky, which was ridiculous because he hadn’t even used them!

Bodies are weird.

“How do you remember which is a stalactite versus a stalagmite?” He asked, watching Griphook stroke a finger down the side of the vault door frame.

It was Hana who answered. “There’s a rhyme. I think it’s… the ones on the ceiling have to hold tight so they don’t touch the floor, and the ones on the ground might reach the ceiling?"

“That sounds right,” Clemencia agreed. “I learned it as stalactites have a C for ceiling, and Stalagmites have a G for ground.”

The door shuddered, and then melted away. That looked so cool. Harry wondered if they taught that to the other bankers, because he definitely wanted to learn.

“Come on,” Clem said, leading the way. “I want to stay for dinner.”

Harry frowned, but stood up and followed. Clemencia’s current foster family had a curfew, which was fine, and logical, except it was eight in the evening and meant Clemencia barely got to spend time with them.

The vault was tidy, a room carved from stone with layers and layers of little bags hanging from hooks along the walls. They looked like red velvet, with little golden drawstrings. Hana grabbed one for both of them before dropping cross-legged on the floor to ‘key’ it.

Harry fiddled with his, watching as she used her wand to make her finger bleed, before smearing it down the drawstring. The rope didn’t glow, as he half-expected it to; instead, Hana’s blood flashed spring green before vanishing.

“Do you want help with yours?” Hana asked. Harry caught a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye and knew Clemencia had done the same thing.

“What does it do?” He asked, even as he held out his hand for her to poke.

“It’s a blood based enchantment, makes it so no one else can open it.”

Harry paused. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

Hana opened her mouth, but something in his face made her think twice. She murmured a quick spell to heal both their fingers, and handed him hers. “Here, shift and see if you can get in.”

Two years ago, Jacinta had taken a pre-med class and part of it was learning how to test blood types. Harry’s had changed based on how deeply he shifted into someone else - and, once he’d learned how to do it to just his blood, as he chose.

He didn’t normally think too deeply about it, just accepted that it took more work to shift into a deep copy of Aletris than it did any of his sisters. He wasn’t sure why, considering it took more shifting of organs to truly copy any of them, but more often coloring was enough so it wasn’t like it bothered him.

Harry closed his eyes, felt the change wash over him like a wave of warmth, settling into the feel of Hana Griffiths. Hana felt like sunburns, like standing in a windy meadow and knowing it won’t last. She smelled like vanilla flowers and heliotrope, the same thing Jacinta Saw but could never explain. He felt his hair lengthen and smooth, the weight falling differently. He felt his organs rearrange, his limbs grow. When he pulled, the bag opened halfway before stopping.

He handed it back to her. Clem stopped beside them, looking down in concern. “Everything okay?”

“I’m scared it’ll lock on me,” Harry admitted, falling into his ‘default’ skin in a rush of relaxing muscles and cracking bones. He didn’t like growing his limbs, it always left him awkward and uncoordinated,

The vaguely painful heat on his skin faded, the damp smell of the cavern replacing immaterial winds and flowers.

“Just do it as yourself,” Clem said warmly. “You’re you, Harry, no matter what your face looks like or your blood reads. And if it does mess with it, just use your own face.” Clemencia wasn’t a seer, but sometimes it seemed like the universe answered to her, instead of the other way around. Thus, he believed her.

He grinned up at Clemencia, and closed his eyes, making sure he was himself, completely comfortable in his skin. It felt like flopping into bed, comfortable and safe, warm and unequivocally his.

Hawthorne Doe was a ten year old with glowing eyes and skin that didn’t break, he could talk to snakes and steal faces like a fae left behind. He was young and hopeful and loved with his whole soul, he had nightmares that felt more like memories and he was raised by traumatized pre-teens. He was an orphan and despite that fact had a family he would fight for. His magic smelled like lightning and cold metal, felt like granite and silk.

When he opened his eyes, they were glowing bright enough he could see light reflected on the backs of his hands.

He reached out, let Hana cut his finger and keyed himself into the bag before shifting his skin back over the cut, healing it prematurely. Clemencia helped them both up, before leading them out and to the minecart.

The ride back up was just as fast, even without gravity adding momentum. Harry hid his face in Hana’s back because the air was cold, and he wanted to.

They quite literally stumbled back into the light, not taking nearly enough time to readjust their eyes, and ducked outside to wait on the steps for Jacinta. The sunlight on the marble hurt, especially since they’d just been underground instead of in the equally-bright lobby.

Jacinta was already outside, sitting a few stairs below the Goblin guards and drawing, singing under her breath. Harry flopped down beside her, leaned into her side as he absently shifted. His second favorite form was the one that looked like her biological brother, with brown skin and shorter, fluffier hair, although he never tried to match her eyes. His own were plenty unusual, thank you.

“Just a second,” she hummed, leaning back into him. “Where to first?”

Clemencia grimaced, looking out at the crowds that had not lightened in the slightest. Harry had never seen the alley this crowded. “It looks like there’s less people around the offshoots, maybe it’d be best to duck to Knockturn first.”

“You just want your books,” Hana accused lightheartedly.

Her sister stuck her tongue out, leaning heavily on her. “Or maybe I want to convert Harry to the side of antique books.”

“I’d read them if I weren’t afraid of them falling apart in my hands!”

“Sure.”

“What’s on your list, Hawthorne?” Jacinta asked softly. Harry pulled it out of his bag, and spread it on his knee.

The supply list was separated into three easy sections; Uniform, Books, and Other Supplies.

“Three ‘plain work robes’ in black, a black hat, probably the cliche one some of them-” he gestured to the throng below, “-are wearing. Protective gloves?”

“For herbology,” Clemencia said. “Lots of magical plants are worse than poison ivy and stinging nettles. And that’s without touching anything with thorns or teeth.”

Harry stared. “The plants have teeth?”

“Sometimes.”

How had he not heard of this yet? Were they going to get a biting plant for the apartment? …actually, that didn’t sound like such a terrible idea.

“Anything else?” Jacinta asked distractedly. She was hunched over her drawing, adding more details to someone’s hair.

“A winter cloak. And nametags, but I’m not sure if those’ll be here.”

She hummed.

“Then there’s books, a wand, a pewter cauldron, glass phials, an 'astronomy starter's set', brass scales, and a pet. Cat, toad, or owl.”

“You can probably sneak Celosia in,” Clemencia said. “One of my yearmates said he was gonna get a tarantula this year, and I know an upper year with a pet rat, plus the four prefects with ferrets. I’m sure nobody will care so long as he behaves himself.”

“Celosia always behaves himself,” Harry said, mock-indignantly. “Do we need our own Potions ingredients?”

“If you want to practice outside of class, yes, but wait till we get there. If you decide extra practice is good we’ll hook you up with the smugglers,” Hana said.

“They’re almost here,” Jacinta said.

“It might be worth getting your wand first,” Clemencia offered, leaning bracingly on his shoulder. “That’s- that’s a pretty great feeling.”

Harry’s answer was cut off by a familiar voice shouting. “Harry! Heliotrope! Salvia! Cornflower!”

“Over here!” Clem called back, jumping up to wave like a maniac.

Harry didn’t look up, but he wondered if Florine had dissolved. She could carry most of them when she discorporated to travel, but Aletris always had bad reactions. She’d have to either leave him behind or run loops, if she did.

Jacinta was drawing what looked like a framed photograph, one of the ones with an ornate, oddly shaped frame. It almost looked like a Victorian standing mirror, with the sheen over some of the faces and the curls and spires at the top.

He finally looked up when Hana yelled too.

“Tansy!”

Florine did flicker then, just dust for the last few steps. “Ready to go?”

Harry smiled widely up at her, ignoring that they hadn’t actually picked a destination. “Absolutely! Where are we going?”

She and Aletris shared a look that screamed conspirator, and she offered him her hand, palm up. Celosia, curled around her wrist, looked up and scented him. “Want to go and see the magic snakes?”

The answer was, obviously, absolutely.

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