#(this teal is really like. not one of their main colors anymore.)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[works-of-heart]

A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

I've seen so many points of the SF BC being mentioned at how it's the end of E/riel and the start of Gwynriel and Elucien. E/riels say that the rose Az gave described Elain so well, using the phrase "a thing of secret lovely beauty" and that it's foreshadowing e/riel.

Sarah said she left breadcrumbs, to read the chapter closely. There's so much foreshadowing to the end games and this single BC has been broken down so many times! However, I'm just going to point out one. The main GLARING, biggest breadcrumb out there.

Yes, this is the necklace Azriel picked out for Elain. But the focus here isn't him at all, it's the rose and what it symbolizes.

Elain is constantly being seen as ordinary and plain. Sure she's beautiful, but so many of the characters (and fans) are quick to dismiss her and think she's boring. "Pleasant enough company" really comes to mind there. She generally makes herself small, not being the main focus between Feyre and Nesta.

However, it's this line: "It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

That phrase "A thing of secret, lovely beauty" is used to describe the necklace when held to the light. What has Elain constantly been craving? Sunshine. Light. She sits by the sunniest windows, chasing away the shadows. She kept all the curtains open to fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. Light and Sunshine is a theme with Elain, and not just a theme, it's what she NEEDS. It's what she needs to thrive, what she wants. Not shadows and darkness.

Who then, fits that description? Well, Helion does yes. He is the sun personified. But we KNOW that Helain is not a thing. (Not in a romantic sense, but I think he'd dote on her like a father would!) No, it's Lucien! His name literally meaning light. He's the son of Helion, the heir to Day court. We've already seen some of his day powers and HL markers being shown.

(And don't let e/riels come for you and say that "How is Lucien related to the sun at all?" The same ones who will say they don't see his relation to spring court...)

The rose is described in the sun, where it's true depth of colors would become visible, and I think that was forshadowing that with Lucien, Elain's true colors would become visible. She'd be able to grow and thrive. Lucien would allow Elain to be herself, to show her true colors, and it would be a thing of secret, lovely beauty. Mates who come together and bring out the best in eachother.

Then we have this for Gwynriel.

"But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

Here, we're not talking about the rose necklace anymore like e/riels will claim. Yes, he gave it to Clotho to give it to Gwyn, but it's not the necklace that's the focus here, it's how Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace.

He tucked away the thought, buried the image (of her teal eyes lighting up) down deep, where it glowed quietly. And IMEDIATELY after that, the phrase A thing of secret, lovely beauty is used.

We can talk about how Azriel's shadows dance for her, how they sing in answer to silent music. How they were content to lounge on his shoulders as something restless settled inside him. We can talk about how they hadn't warned him of Gwyn being in the ring, making him stay to chat. We can discuss how he left Elain upset and left Gwyn with a slight smile. There's honestly a WORLD of foreshadowing there with them.

But this one phrase that was used to describe this plain rose coming to life in the sun, this phrase that was used to foreshadow Elucien, a mated pair, is now being used to describe the thought Azriel had of Gwyn.

E/riels can shout their lightsinger/ Azriel being lured against his own will theories all they want. It does not CHANGE the canon, it does not CHANGE the intent. It does not change that the words describing his thought of Gwyn, "A thing of secret, lovely beauty" are the same words that described The rose being held to the light, directly hinting at Elain and Lucien.

SJM isn't some overly cryptic writer where her breadcrumbs need fine combing through the books to find the smallest, obscure details. Her hints are glaring, blinding neon lights. She uses specific words and phrases and themes. Sure, she'll try throwing red herrings and redirects, but her clues to the truth are glaring and lead you to what her true intentions are.

e/riel is that red herring, but she left clues, breadcrumbs as she said, to show us exactly what she's planning.

So don't let the e/riel theories that constantly switch, change, (I'm looking at you 4 books of build up to now 3! xD) and constantly dismiss actual canon get you down. The books are law, and just because she has been building tension doesn't mean they will never come to pass, it just means their HEA will be of epic proportions!

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 16: Frustrations

Tuesday you entered the garage once Marco brought the two of you back to your house for the day. Sure enough there was your car - you’re practically new car. Everything had either been machined, replaced, or refurbished, and you were certain the only miles on the new engine were however many Kid used to make sure everything was perfect before driving it from the shop to here.

“Wow.” Marco whistles. “It looks brand new.”

“Technically it practically is.” You admit, walking by the small work bench you had in the garage and picking the keys up before walking around it. “Man, Usopp did a phenomenal job.”

The 1978 phoenix design had been expertly recreated on the hood. Black lined the body, fading into blue, and then teal, and finally there was small golden area around where the bird’s heart would be. The wings were hollow like the original design, lined thinly in metallic gold with teal for the flames. Against the blue of the car’s body it really made the design pop.

The final touches were what you and Usopp had talked about the most. It was based off a design you’d seen of the mythological Phoenix in a book you’d read. One that, well, you weren’t sure anyone else had access to anymore.

Three sets of golden rings chained from the main body of the bird’s tail feathers. One wove its way down around the headlight assembly, the final orb painted behind the car’s manufacturer’s insignia. The other two chains slid off the hood and fluttered down the quarter panels of the car, ending just before the door handles.

“`What uh… what prompted these colors and this design?” Marco questions, walking around the car with you and admiring the work.

“It’s a little unorthodox right? Usually the phoenix is depicted with reds and golds. A powerful entity of life and rebirth and immortality.” You begin. “Timeless and mythological.”

Running your fingers over the last few chain links of golden tail feathers on the car’s door you pause for a moment before continuing.

“I read a book a long time ago, thanks to Ivan shoving books in my hands almost faster than I could read them, that had an illustration of the phoenix with colors like these.” You smile softly, a mix of the memory and your little white lie. Ivankov had shoved books into your hands as fast as you could read them when you were younger, but even so, most of the books you had read were contained within your library. A place no one could enter unless you let them.

A place that would get you executed on the spot, changed world or not, if anyone ever learned about it. You hadn’t even told Ivan about it, though you were pretty sure that he knew you had a devil fruit, even if you never used it or talked about it. Your surrogate guardian was dangerously observant.

“It was a book on Devil Fruits,” you say a little abruptly, pulling yourself out of your own memories. “That’s where I got the word tori too. The Tori Tori no Mi are a class of bird-related devil fruits, and besides, Tori-chan is just an absolutely adorable name for a car that’s probably going to sound like a demon if I rev the engine a little roughly.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a, uh, fan of that devil fruit?” His words are a little awkward, but his expression is relaxed. He gives you an easy smile when you look over at him.

“I mean, it is a really cool fruit, but I don’t know that I’d say I was a fan.” You clarify. “No matter what a devil fruit is or does, the effectiveness of any of them is based on a ton of different variables. The stamina of the user, their capacity to mesh with the fruit, the creativity required to utilize it, and the control to keep from burning themselves out.”

You clear your throat a little, popping the trunk to see if Kid left you any surprises. “If I was a fan of any fruit, it’d be more like being a fan of the person who had it. You know, how well they could use it, and what they used it for.” You explain, pulling out a jumper kit, an emergency kit and a blanket from the trunk before lifting up the floor to see how the spare tire and jack were situated.

“I mean, who’d be a fan of someone who had like, a healing fruit and all they did was go around and kill people?” You start putting the kits back in the trunk and give Marco a smile. “It wouldn’t be the fruit’s fault, at least, but what a waste.”

“That makes sense.” He murmurs. Taking in a breath he smiles, focusing on you more than the car. “Want some company for your first drive?”

You grin. “You trust me enough to relinquish control like?” You tease.

Marco grins. “I like driving my car, yoi.” He begins. “It doesn’t mean I have trust issues.”

“Mmm, but you do like being in control.” You assert, giving him a pointed look as you unlock the car.

“You’re not talking about driving anymore.” He grins, getting into the passenger seat and setting it as far back as it will go.

“I was not,” you admit, settling in and hitting the garage door before you start up the car. The engine in your Firebird is a little louder than Marco’s SEL, but it rumbles smoothly, and the even though it’s amplified within the confines of the garage, it’s not so loud as to be a nuisance.

“It feels like it’s been months since I’ve gotten behind the wheel.” You run your hands over the steering wheel. “It’s a little surreal honestly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, everything’s new, effectively. This isn’t my car, but it is most certainly my car.” You try to explain. “Kid did a solid job.”

“You’re not wrong, yoi. I might have to consider seeing if he’d be willing to be my primary mechanic.”

“If you actually let him work on that SEL he’d probably pay you for the privilege.” You laugh. “Next time we have a reason to go to the shop I’ll see if I can get him to show you Victoria.” You turn, looking over your shoulder as you back out of the garage. “It’s certainly one thing you two have in common, if nothing else.”

“Hm? He’s more into the older luxury cars?”

“Yeah, Vicky’s a 1957 Bel Air.”

You drove the two of you along a few back roads, hitting a long open stretch and really opening the motor for a couple of miles. You didn’t want to push your luck too much, but it was nice to be behind the wheel again. It was even nicer to have a car that wasn’t going to break down on you on the way to work, or well, anywhere within the island honestly.

You and Marco talked about cars while you drove. How he effectively inherited his from his Pops, and you admitted that your car had been a gift from Ivankov. It wasn’t in the greatest shape when you’d first gotten it, and you’re pretty sure Ivan had only meant for you to drive it for a couple of years before buying your own.

Before the car had given out, however, you’d ended up getting close to Kid. With his business it just made sense to let him keep the car running, and in the process you yourself had learned quite a bit about cars. It had worked out in the end, and even Kid had been trying to get you to replace the Firebird for the last couple of years.

He wasn’t sick of working on it, so much as he was probably worried the frame would just snap while you were in the middle of driving.

But now that wasn’t a concern. Tori-chan was as new and as safe as you could hope for, and in a way the entire process really had made her something of a phoenix.

After the drive it was dinner.

And then farewells.

The kiss in the foyer was gentle, long, sweet, and entirely too brief.

Your fingers had stayed entwined in his for as long as you could possibly manage, and you didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t want to leave.

But there would be work in the morning, and you had your date plans set for Friday. Time that had danced around you and slipped through your fingers might deign to slow the next couple of days, but it would still move forward. It had no other choice.

Once you closed your front door, however, you had a problem you hadn’t really ever had before.

Your home was empty.

Empty hadn’t ever really been a word you had used to describe it before. It was, perhaps, a bit too big for a single person, but it had all that you needed and more. You had shelves of books, plenty of storage, and room enough to host parties occasionally. A little more than modest, decidedly less than ostentatious.

But it hadn’t ever felt empty before. Not like this.

You tried to tell yourself it was the rush of a new love, but you’d had “new” lovers before now, and even then your home had been comfort. The peace and quiet gave you time to recharge, or cool off. It never left you feeling almost hollow.

Almost cold.

It was frustrating! You were full-grown, not some teenager led around by your nose by your libido. There was no reason to be so dramatic about it.

Flopping onto the couch with a sigh, you already knew the problem wasn’t your libido. Sure there was a lot of chemistry between you, and a lot of tension, and a lot of tenderness too. You teased each other on near equal terms, and you were certain he was struggling as much as you were.

The flush in his cheeks, the red in his ears, the heat that rolled off his neck and the desire that slipped from his lips like silk. The way his fingers twitched and flexed, and the pleased sounds that rattled around in his chest.

The way he restrained himself even though you could tell he just wanted to completely take over.

In some ways you wanted to let him. Not to lose yourself in him completely, but a little. Enough that, at least in certain situations, you could happily let him lead. Let him decide.

Let him hunt you.

“-you’re going to end up that Vet’s pet, little mouse.” Kid’s words echo in your brain a little, and you scoff into the empty air of your home.

Empty.

Grumbling and muttering, you pull yourself off the couch and grab a shower before turning in early for the day. Time would pass because it had to, and if you were just going to be frustrated sitting on the couch, you might as well get a little extra rest.

If things went well this weekend you’d need the extra energy anyway.

[asktrollstuck]

I don't know if this was ever talked about, if it was, sorry, but what's the reasoning behind their blood colours?

yeah sure! under the cut (dw it hasnt been asked before)

FOREWARNING: my goal with these blood color choices was to try to pick less common bloodcastes for everyone. this is varying levels of true for everyone.

roxy is a burgundy because... the powers associated with the burgundy caste! i haven't detailed these much so far but i'll update this when i do. it's also partly because i gave dave the pink so it felt appropriate to switch and give roxy the red :)

dirk's a goldie because i think golds are one of the most interesting castes so i felt /someone/ had to be one and dirk felt like a good fit. plus his deal with electronics!

jade... i can't detail much on her right now but i'll say i didn't want to make her a jade because i felt it was too on the nose :) she's partially the reason i came back to this au

jake is a jade because of similar reasons to dirk in that i wanted someone to be jade but i wanted to do something a little different so jake got the role. plus it's funny to imagine him trying to deal with grubs

john's a teal because... well initially jane and john were more interchangeable and jane was a cerulean, i handed john the teal because indigo is a frequent fanon color for him so i wanted to mix it up. plus the concept of nanna as a legislacerator was interesting! no guarantee she will be one though lol

jane originally WAS cerulean in the older version of this au. i don't really find ceruleans super interesting to write anymore and like indigo more, and needed a higher highblood to balance out another bloodcolor change, so jane's indigo!

rose is probably the only one who got a bloodcolor that's popular for her... and yeah it's because i find purple rose fun! she's funny as a clowngirl and i couldn't justify more than one seadweller lol. plus mom lalonde as a purple :)

fuchsia dave! oh boy fuchsia dave. i made a bunch of posts on my main justifying this before i reignited this au. (it's... actually why i came back to this blog and restarted it! its so fun as a concept to me haha) thematically he fits the bill best: he's the only one who'd be down with the killing as an heir, and he has something no one else does! a guardian who would run the troll empire just as harshly as the condesce. this is initially what set him in place as me considering him there. bro strider Would turn this world into a nightmare dictatorship hellscape. Nobody else would be down with the violence and murder to that extent like he was. dave going along with bro's stuff and trying to justify it initially in homestuck is a bonus. he's running this shit worse than feferi.

[aikoiya]

LoZ - Euryhaline Zora & Coastal Rito Port Town

I have an idea for a new settlement in Hyrule.

This is a result of an adventurous Zora woman falling in love with an equally adventurous Lurelin man. However, both had desperately wanted children of their own, but obviously couldn't have them. Neither were opposed to adoption, but they still want what they want. Then the little Lurelin man remembers an ancient story of the Hero of Time.

And part of that story had been about a magical mask that could turn the wearer into a Zora. The story had spoken of a distant land across the sea to the east & falling into another world.

So, while not totally believing it, they figured that the journey would be worth it at least.

Anyway, they sort of commandeer a monster pirate ship, gather a crew, & set sail to lands long forgotten.

Only to discover a new land named New Hyrule, ruled by another Hylian Royal Family, where people rode along on long, metal carriages chained together, the one at the front seeming to billow out smoke, & moved down large minecart tracks. The people also seemed able to capture images with wooden boxes that produced those images on pieces of paper almost automatically. Not even the Purah Pad could do that & while not as advanced as the Pad, it seemed that these "Pictoboxes" were low-cost enough & made of cheap enough materials that a decent number of people could own one if they wished. They didn't even seem all that complicated to make if you knew how!

It was certainly a great surprise, as these individuals claimed that their ancestors had ventured there from the Great Sea in the west to found a new kingdom inspired by the old legends of a sleeping kingdom beneath the Great Sea.

The unlikely pair informed the king of the time that there was no Great Sea in that direction, only their home country of Hyrule, which was founded 10,000 years ago, which comes as a shock.

This is how it was discovered that the legendary kingdom was, in fact, real & that King Rauru had merely refounded a new iteration of the kingdom based on what was considered a myth at the time.

Anyway, this began the process of a new & great alliance.

Turns out that the 2 Hyrule Royal Families were indeed related by blood, though so distantly that it didn't even really matter anymore.

But that wasn't what the pair had come there for. They set off to find the doorway to another world & found it they did. They fell into the terrifying world & began to search high & low for the desired mask. Which this world was filled with. In the end, they found themselves aiding a number of people before acquiring the Zora Mask as a reward.

Anyway, the unique mixing of Termina's old Sea Zora with Hyrule's new River Zora results in euryhaline Zora able to survive in both the ocean & rivers.

Their appearance ends up resembling that of the Twilight Princess Zora, though with more color variation. Their main color remains that sort of silvery-blue or faded teal shade of the old Zora, but with vivid accent colors much like the new Zora. However, they do seem to retain the new Zoran sizes.

The males tend to have the more utilitarian webbed fins of the green River Zora, while the females tend to have more betta-like fins.

A bit like this in style. Not my art. Though, with more variety of colors for the accents & following the specifics that I listed above.

These Zora later make a settlement on Eventide Island & create a new Domain called Koholint.

I'm also making Koholint a chain of islands much like Hawaii with Eventide being the smallest & closest to the mainland & their capital being on an island named Windfall. The other islands are Outset Island, Gale Island, Greatfish Island, & Dragon Roost Island. The domain is called Koholint, but the whole of the island chain are called the Koholina Archipelago. Koholina being the Lurelin word for "to choose joy."

Later, some human/Hylian Lurelin residents begin to live there, as well as a small faction of Rito that eventually adapt to the climate, becoming more water birds. They come to be known as Coastal Rito.

While the island's architecture resembles a mix of Zora's Domain, Rito Village, & Lurelin Village, with the commercial district & Rito & human/Hylian residences being on the island itself & the Zora's residences being underwater, the colors of the stonework resembles more the inside of the Face & Color Dungeons from the new Link's Awakening remake. With some definite influence from Lurelin & the Rito.

The Zora homes will mostly retain a Zora's Domain architecture, but with definite influences from Hindu & coastal Greco-Roman design aesthetics. On the other hand, the island architecture will use more wood & take on the more Maori aesthetic with coastal Hindu influence. Though, both will have definite influences from each other. (I guess what I mean when I say Hindu inflence is a look like what you see with Skyward Sword's Ancient Cistern. So, some definite Buddhist influences. At least as far as design.)

They don't really have a king, more so a Chieftain as the culture there tends to take more influence from both the Rito & Lurelin, which both tend to be more tribal.

The overall result ends up being a mix of Polynesian, southern coastal Native American, & coastal Hindu with some ancient coastal Greco-Roman influence (even Atlantis-like) for the underwater sections of the settlement. As well as in their formal fashion. Though, again, even when showcasing these Greco-Roman features, they still showcase an overall fusion of the many cultural influences as a whole.

There'd likely also be a tiny bit of Caribbean & Okinawan inspiration in there too.

They'd also have various Polynesian weapons such as the mutitude of types of Lei'o'manō (sharktooth weapons) for a Lurelin weaponry. As well as stuff like an Ulimasao (paddle-club used to end wars & usher in peace) & an Aufana (bow). Not to mention fishing & hunting spears too.

Likewise, the Coastal Rito will have invented a wooden double-limbed bow called a Pālua Lima Pana. It is a high-performance bow with a lot of power behind it & was inspired by the bow used by Karina, the Goddess of Love & Passion. Who the Faronites refer to as Kalina.

Either way, I feel like they'd eventually become a fishing & port town.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist

[residentdormouse]

Hey, hi! You are on my BINGO card (like last year haha) and I was wondering if you could tell me literally whatever you can muster about Hayden and/or Stephanie (what they did before the world went to shit, their interests, hobbies, their personality, style, quotes, lyrics, colors relating to them, etc.)

Thank you so much and also eternally thankful to you for all the comments you left on Save a Prayer - I saw them and they made me really happy ❤

Hey there 👋 (and I'm still eternally grateful for last year; that gif makes me so rediculously happy.)

Most information on the 'Jumping to Wonderland' series can be found on this main post - questions/asks/playlists are towards the bottom. Granted, most of that is for Hayden (she has a full 101k story to herself before Steph and my others OCs really join in with Diving.) The best segments for her are: General History and Interview Questions.

But that's a lot of nonsense to dig through. More consise answers:

Hayden (Hadley) Flynn

Hadley worked for an organization that was constructed to help protect against supernatural elements. At first, her role was in experimental expeditions, and assisting in dimensional travel. When conflicting agendas were discovered within the, now redubbed, 'Institute', Hadley moved to a first line public safety position which better situated herself to help peaceful individuals. Shortly after, disturbances outside of their universe were picked up by her old department, and Hadley was tasked with investigating. Unfortunately, as they had found from prior missions, there was a barrier between their worlds and her knowledge was barred from her upon entry, along with most of her memories. With no recollection of her past, she could only stumble into this new world, picking up the name Hayden from one of her first companions - Stu Redman.

Hayden is naturally curious, and loves learning, but she is also a fan of the arts and relaxation. Especially relaxation. Good stories are essential. Comfy blankets, fluffy pillows, warms drinks, fires. As somebody with a higher anxiety level than others, she struggles to find a calm sometimes, and has been known to study breathing techniques and coping methods (some of a potentially questionable variety). Mediation also helps aid with setting up and maintaining an easily accessable mind library, which is a necessity for travelling. She is also an animal lover, which helps establish a light tone for her first interaction with Kojak, and in turn, Glen.

Teal is a color that is significant to her, and attached to a mental key of sorts. Her full playlist is here, although 'Smile' by Wolf Alice and 'Underworld' by Cyprss are go-tos for her. Style is more about comfort and practicality. Sweaters, jeans, sometimes a blazer for 'nicer' occasions. Layers and heavy coats are a must as she usually runs cold.

Stephanie Graham

Steph served as the 'tech guru' for her community. Working on the IT department of the hospital was primary, but she also set up her family and their friends. No, you can't just use the browser that comes with. That's your password?! Is that phone from this century? While she had her job, and was very close with her family, a good deal of her free time was spent in her apartment. A safe haven full of adopted house plants and stock piles of games. Video games, board games, multitudes of 20 sided dice. Her desk was a shrine to her fandoms and online activity. Does she have a Tumblr? Maybe, but she likes your shoelaces. Does she read fanfiction? C'mon that's not taboo anymore, right? It was a comfortable life. A manageable life. Until everybody started coughing...

Anxiety is also something that Steph suffers with, although that partly stems from her untreated ADHD. It is not uncommon to see her fixating, or obsessing over little things, and excitedly babbling on about something. There are many topics that she cannot be normal about, and expect her to really get 'in it'. Words coming out faster than they have any business being, and still not fast enough for her thoughts. This also happens when self consciousness kicks in too. Catch her appologizing for appologizing, and she appologize once more. For good measure.

Much like Hayden, Steph's color is in the green category. But while Hayden's is more of a jewel tone, Steph's is a reflection of her plants, and leans towards more of a forest shade. Her playlist is here, but her main song (and the original song I used when developing her) is 'Life is Short' by Bufferfly Boucher. Style is also a comfort concern for her. Flannels and t-shirts with jeans and chucks. Nothing fancy, she wouldn't know where to begin with any of that.

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Get to Know Me Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @ambiguouspuzuma! Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you want to know better

Favourite Color: It's either black or teal, but like a specific teal. It's gotta be that deeper, blue like HEX #026569

Currently Reading: Shadow & Bone. I'm like 20 pages away from finishing but life got in the way so I guess I'm on a cliffhanger for now....

Last Song: Y'ALL THIS QUESTION ISN'T FAIR BECAUSE I ALWAYS HAVE MUSIC PLAYING INCLUDING RN. So last song I listened to in full was The World Will Know from Newsies and now Kingdom by Carrie Underwood is playing. (Don't ask about my playlist. Weird shit happens when I shuffle the my main list)

Last Series: Cobra Kai (haven't finished this season yet, but I almost abandoned it because the beginning was slow. I'm excited now that the plot picked up and all the players are in the game!)

Last Movie: Uhhhhhhh....I don't really watch movies much anymore because I don't have time....It might've been The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement because I had it on in the background

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: NEVER SPICY, like ever. Otherwise, idk whatever I'm in the mood for.

Currently working on: *crying* The third and final book in my Heirs of Tenebris trilogy. (Let the record show that I'm crying because I had no time to daydream this one so I'm literally flying by the seat of my pants on this one😭😭 I've never pantsed something this much before. Like yeah I'm not a planner, but this level of pantsing is new to me and I'm not enjoying it thus far....micro rant aside, I think it's coming together?? Can't wait to edit it though and flesh it out a little better)

I'll tag (with no pressure of course!) @author-a-holmes, @writingonesdreams, @blind-the-winds, @thatwritergirlsblog, @faelanvance, @cryptidwritings, or anyone else who would like to participate!

[pastelbatfandoms]

System Ask (part 1)

❓- How many alters are in your system? That we know of 8.

🥸 - Who is currently fronting? The host, with a bit of Levathia.

👻 - Most frequent fronters? Levathia (former persecutor turned protector.) Mina (Sexual and social alter) Mitch (Emotional trauma holder) & Michelle (Host, main)

🤖 - Any non-human alters? Levathia is a vampire, Mitchell is half cat, Alistair & Newt are demons.

🏳️‍🌈 - How many alters are queer? All of them lol

😶‍🌫️ - Do you experience amnesia? Emotional yes and mental amnesia from when I was 5-13

👾 - Are you an introject heavy system? used to be. Majority have integrated. Besides some irl one's unfortunately.

🧠 - What’s the headspace like? Dark lol alot of shallow water and bedroom doors lined up. Newt and Alistair both guard a door with a glowing light behind it which is the front.

🎵 - Favorite song? As in our favorite song as a whole? I don't think we have one.

🎨 - Favorite colors? Michelle's- Pastels,Mint, teal and black. Rini's- Pink, yellow and pale blue. Mitch's- Blue, Red, black and green. Mina's- Pink and red. Elizabeth's- Blue and white. Levathia's- Black, emerald, red, purple. Liryia's- Purple, Lavender, blue. Alistair- Black. Newt- Black, Grey and chocolate brown.

❤️ - Any romantic relationships within the system? Not that I know of. Though Levathia's soulmate is one of my ex's and I do wonder if he is an introject or fragment inside.

💖 - Any platonic relationships within the system? All lol

🌸 - Does anyone have a particular aesthetic? Um wow yes. Mine changes all the time currently it would be Cottage Core, Boho/witchy, Pastel, Art hoe & Chaotic Academia.

Mitch's- Grunge, Emo, Egirl/Boy, Visual kei, Fairy Kei, Decora.

Minara- Y2k, Preppy (Gossip Girl), Gyaru (likes it but has never tried it), Scene. Nymphette.

Levathia- Goth (Romantic, Victorian, Nu) Edgy, Sexy.

Rini- Girly, Lolita (but she doesn't dress up in it anymore because it's too expensive) 80's/90's, Lots of kid like clothes and cartoon shirts.

Elizabeth- Conservative, Angel Core.

Liryia- Space core, galaxy, pastel goth.

Alistair- Goth, Metal, fancy.

Newt doesn't have one as the majority of the time she's wearing a velvet robe.

🍔 - Any favorite foods? Not sure about most of them. But Mitch really likes junk food lol he eats alot tbh.

Rini likes Chicken nuggets, fries and sweets.

⚽️ - What are your hobbies? Michelle- Reading, Collecting Anime and Dolls, Writing, Witchy stuff, Tarot readings, watching YouTube, Shopping (especially thrifting and yard sales), Dancing, Decorating, going to the movies.

Elizabeth- Cleaning, Baking, decorating, singing.

Rini- Playing, coloring, collecting stickers, reading, watching cartoons and magical girl anime.

Mitch- Roller blading, reading comics and manga, playing video games, watching tv, going to concerts.

Minara- Fashion, shopping, makeup, dancing, watching Drama and reality shows, going out, date nights, singing, sex lol

Alistair- listening to metal or industrial music, concerts.

Levathia- Reading, writing poetry, watching vampire films, dancing, daydreaming, concerts.

Liryia- Tarot readings, Divination, collecting crystals and decks, drawing and art in general.

🌻 - Any special interests?

Michelle- Taking care of the animals, True Crime, making gifs.

Mitch- Pro Wrestling & taking care of the pets.

Rini- Building the inner world.

Levathia- does BDSM count?

Elizabeth- Watching over the children.

Liryia- Spiritual work. "conspiracy theories" and communing with other Starseeds.

Mina- Celebs and Hollyweird. Acting.

💫 - Most chaotic Alter? Levathia and Minara in their own ways.

[aggressionbread]

just found my paintings i did in my university art class, and they’re good? i like them? which is surprising because i remember walking into art class every day and feeling like shit and feeling like i wasn’t talented enough to be there, and looking at the work of every other student in the class and feeling embarrassed.

the professor was apparently known for his hyper-realistic paintings and it seemed like everyone else in the class was going for that style too, and mine were simplistic and cartoony and i just felt like a 5 year doing finger painting against all of them. but when i look at them now, 6 years later, i like them.

[octomelodytunes]

Hey guys today welcome back to a rerun of my old main rbcp, rt, sw and tayo ocs

Alois:

Pretty much shes now she got better from her illness, i swapped her color palette with her sister kathleen

She lost an eye over a serious accident and her lost eye was replaced with a porcelain one, and her eye is covered with an eyepatch to prevent it falling out easily

Overall nothing really changed with her personality, shes still the mechanic, but shes not emo anymore- shes an emotional person that cant keep her feelings together

Pronouns are now she/her/xem (yayy neopronoun user !!)

Her skin is darker than the one in the picrew, fellow pinoys go look at ur hands, thats her skintone

full blooded european , fucking hates spiders

Is ok with you walking in with shoes on

….Her dads are very concerned for her (esp kay, he panics every single time alois does something dangerous)

Faybelle:

Still looks the same, but their hair is shorter

They run on caffiene and bl mangas of their pa- i mean ice cream

Half pinoy half korean

Has a deadly fear of slippers, belts, hangers and walis tingting (pinoys ikykyk), and roaches

Theyre kicking you out once you set foot inside their house with shoes on

Looks korean, but they got the pinoy genes (roy is proud)

Nb lesbian guys !! (They/Them)

Yeah theyre a marina fan, yeah theyre queer ..

Theyre still a cop !!

Is the primadonna person of broomstown

Jaimie:

He changed the most, like really

We loveeeee valid lesbians

Pronouns are he/him/her

Has a very messed up sleep schedule, like as much as the average student gets

Hes a mitski stan, dont ask if hes ok or not

HAHA KAZUHA AND VENTI KINNIE (the joke is that theyre childhood bestfriend is dead)

Hes … french .. (REF TO ALL OF YALLS MLB X SUPER WINGS AUS IDK)

Mmmmm i say that hes like marinette, stressed!

Doesnt really care if you go inside his house with shoes on

… yk his job already … right?

Tay:

She runnin w the lbgt 😜😜😜

.. nobody knows why her hair is teal (her dad doesnt wanna talk about it)

3yrs younger that the rest, the gang treat her like a daughter

Yes shes a kpop stan, guys , sorry girls but shes straight (but she supports)

She/Her

Full blooded korean !! She can speak english rlly well actually

A bus driver loved by everyone, if shes absent everything goes wrong

Shes an overthinker guys !!

She doesnt like shoes in the house. Shell just calmly ask you to take them off

I THINK THATS IT LOL

[dragynkeep]

Concept art team rwby color scheme would have been really cute. Weiss and Yang with their matching teal-blue, Blake with her tan brown clothes that make her black hair and heterochromia eyes pop. Even with the idea of Ruby having grey hair which makes her look more wolf like.

I really like the concept art of the main team, but minus Yang, I'm glad we got the outfits we did for Beacon. I think the colours chosen for them would've brought in the same problems that stuck with Yang in every outfit she has had besides her V2 one; the colours aren't cohesive together as a team.

Ruby with grey hair would've been cool, but I honestly prefer her with black and red highlights. It fits in with the girls all having hair matching the colour they are named after, and greyish hair could run the risk of her silver eyes getting lost in her fringe. The bright cool colour pops against the pitch black of her hair.

Weiss and Yang matching their teal would've been really cute. I wish Yang either has blue or just a nicer shade of purple, both her eyes and the purple bandana are super washed out and just not pleasant anymore. Especially compared to how saturated Ein Lee colours Yang's eyes.

Blake's concept outfit is honestly something I'm not a fan of. I don't really like the lace or the weird metal thing around her leg, and the brown not only doesn't match her colours, but looks too out of place just like the brown on Yang does. Blake's Beacon outfit does a good job using a mostly monochromatic colour pallete, placement, and placed splashes of colour to make it stay interesting.

But I absolutely agree she should've had heterochromia.

[magalidragon]

love in the eyes | a pandemic inspired Jonerys fluff AU

I mean, perhaps a year into this thing I’ve finally lost it?  Who knows.  This is just the same ole’ shit I write, fluffffff fluffy fluff.  Awkward Jon.  Sweet Dany.  Some more fluff.  And then we’re done, ha.  Enjoy!

He shoved one of the airpods in, just as the woman in the window seat moved to set her cat under the seat in front of her. He could see it happening, the teetering of the iced coffee in her hand, the phone in her other, the heavy cat in its bag, and her other hand coming to adjust her mask strap.

With the reflexes honed from years of military training, he shot out his hand, grabbed the iced coffee before it spilled over her phone and then onto the cat, at the same time he snatched up her phone with his opposite hand, about to drop straight between the seats. Jon suspected as clean as planes were these days, the crack between seats was likely as filthy as usual.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

He rescued the coffee and phone, while she snatched up her cat from making an escape out of his bag. Cringing behind his mask, he wanted to scold her, but she was a grown woman and well, travel sucked before there was a pandemic. "Got him?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you so much ! Drogon, you naughty boy!" She shoved him into the bag, zipping it shut over him. A pitiful yowl sounded from within.

"Is there a problem?"

They both looked up at the flight attendant, whose nametag said Gilly. Gilly looked ready to be done with her day, but they still had an entire flight ahead. Jon shook his head. "Nope, got it."

"Ma'am, your animal needs to be under the seat in front of you and kept enclosed at all times."

"Yes, I'm so sorry," the silver-haired woman apologized, profuse. It was honest, he noted, hearing the regret in her soft vowels, the musical tone in her accent. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, glaring down at the cat bag, hissing at him, the cat still murmuring plaintively within. "You hush, you have been a dragon all night and morning and we have five more hours and then I'll let you out. Now shush." She opened a pocket in the side of the bag and slipped a treat of some sort into the carrier. The cat silenced, lulled by food.

He was still holding her iced coffee, now sweating through the plastic cup onto his hand. "He alright?" he wondered, eyeing the bag, which had begun to rustle a bit as the cat settled. "Can he breathe in there?"

"Do you honestly care?"

His brows lifted, taken aback by her snapping. "Well...aye."

She pressed her hands into her eyes. "I'm sorry! It's been seven hells of a day...night...I don't even know where I am anymore." She dropped her hands, gasping. "Fuck!"

To his surprise, she fumbled in a pocket on her other bag and removed wipes, cleaning off her hands, wiping down the seat around her, the tray, and the back of her phone. When she concluded, she removed a little baggie and set the wipes into them, before shoving it into the seat pocket in front of her. He blinked, still holding her things, and she finally turned back to him, taking them from him.

The plane in all this time had begun taxiing back from the gate and to the runway. He felt like the entire flight was over, just from the activity that had already occurred. Not to mention completely exhausted. The woman— Dany— slipped the straw under the mask, which he noted was not just multi-colored, but appeared to have dragons printed across it; he thought it was just swirls, but it looked like instead they were flying, bright pinks, teals, yellow, and purple. The straps were sparkly, but upon closer inspection, she had the actual straps around her ears and there was a chain necklace attached, draped around her neck.

Made sense, when she took off the mask, it would just bounce off.

But nope, he realized, looking, the straps were wrapped around buttons sewn into a headband, which was tied around her head, the main scattered braids and curls tumbling from it. It was actually very smart; her ears wouldn’t hurt after having the mask on for so long. Jon thought that was pretty clever, but he couldn't get away with such a thing. First of all, he was a dude, but second of all, the Westeros Military would never allow such a thing. They already hated that they had to wear masks anyway. Meant they needed to spend more money shelling out for the damn things.

He adjusted his, the strap rubbing against his beard, itching. Beside him, Dany chuckled. "Try wearing it for fifteen hours," she commiserated. "You'll really hate it."

"Thankfully it's only five," he said. And then another three hours to Winterfell, he sighed. Unfortunately his uncle, who was the Northern premier, was against an international airport anywhere near Winterfell, for it would disturb the historical nature of the city. Could be worse, he could have been heading straight back to base at the Wall.

"I've been in the air for almost ten," she sighed, turning to gaze out the window as they lined up for takeoff.

[softasawhisper]

Thanks for the tag @imwritesometimes youre a sweetiepie

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

favorite color: various shades of blue/mint/teal. Tiffany blue maybe?

currently reading: I have been bookmarking things to read on ao3 but I'm not reading anything at this exact moment.

last song: Melt by Shaed

last movie: I rewatched a bit of No Way Home

last series: Last one I watched all the way through was OFMD. Afterwards I watched the first episode of 0ver the Gardən Wall but I wasn't feeling it so I'm not going to finish it

sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet mostly never spicy

coffee or tea: never coffee. I rarely drink tea either and if I do it's a bottle of vanilla chai tea from b0lthouse. (I've cut out caffeine so I don't even drink soda anymore, and haven't for about ehhh two years or so?)

three ships: MattF0ggy is my main squeeze. I'm not sure how to rank other ships rn. I have so much love for my other ships that they;d all need to be in second place including my newer ships over this past year and all my old ships throughout the years that I've never stopped loving.

first ever ship: first ship I ever interacted in fandom life with was Frodo and Sam... but I think my first was probably Basil and Dawson, which sparked my love for,and shipping of,variations of Sherlock and Watson. I remember watching the movie when i was a very tiny child and being like OH THOSE MICE ARE IN LOVE! I've never done anything about that particular ship but rewatch the movie and coo over them. lol

currently working on: I've been thinking of making more mattf0ggy edits but I've been feeling self conscious about my edits more than usual lately, so I'm not sure when this will happen.

favorite piece of clothing: tbh my favorite articles of clothing are a few dresses that I own but haven't worn for one reason or another lol. All my favorite clothes I DO wear going out are black fandom tshirts and black jeans. fave clothes to wear at home are cotton shirts that are multiple sizes too large and cotton gym shorts.

comfort food: If i can stomach it I love gyros and baklava. Also, can't go wrong with a chocolate chunk cookie.

favorite time of year: I suppose spring. its not chilly anymore and the hurricanes aren't lurking yet

fav fanfiction: I really cant answer this I have so many fics bookmarked I couldn't possibly pick favorites, nor could I recall the titles off the top of my head. I have trouble remembering things I read sometimes. I remember bits and pieces that I love but then, unfortunately, cant always recall which story it was from. (though i do love Or forever hold your peace by wawalux i have it bookmarked to reread a bit of it before it ends )

zero pressure tags: @bettie-batty-bathory, @tabbystardust, @etherealwiitch @inkforhumanhands, @kamillahn @sometimes-i-talk-a-lot @highwarlockofphilly

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Glasses

*Credit to gif owner* 

Pairing: Sam W. X Reader 

Pov: Reader 

Warnings: Sam because he’s always a warning, the reader fantasizing about Sam, implied smut, the reader has a crush on Sam, Sam playing clueless, little tiny mention of Dean, Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader 

Summary: When Sam brings his glasses out to be able to read the lore, the reader does nothing but stare at him. 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Main Masterlist 

Talist: @sweetdetectivequeen​

We’ve sat here a million times. Sitting looking over the same lore books, trying to find anything helpful for a hunt. A million times I sat with my nose stuck in the book, and I couldn’t care less if the bunker was burning down.  

Just sitting here and reading through lore was enough for me. It was enough, but it was all I was going get from Sam. I don’t think Sam knows what kind of effect he truly does have on me.  

That look when he thinks he has found something, or when he comes back from one of his mornings runs. The slight sweat lays across his skin. The way his eyes have so many different shades to them.  

Like after a hunt they are dark brown, the adrenaline still running through his veins, his chest rising and falling fast as he tries to catch his breath. At the bunker, at home sweet home, his eyes shined bright green like the color jade.  

When we are all sitting together drinking and talking about the best parts of our pasts, or even basking in the glory that we’ve saved the world just a few times.  Sam's eyes turn this magnificent shade of teal. They glimmered as he’d laugh, his huge smile only dragging me in more.  

Like I said millions of times we’ve sat around each other in almost complete silence. This time... this time I wasn’t ready for the shock of what Sam was pulling.  

Sam had gotten up from the library table the chair scratching the floor as he pushed back. I didn’t do anything besides bring my gaze up to look up at him. He looked over at me, smiling, and then walked out of the library.  

Wondering where he was going, I stayed seated. If Sam had found something helpful, he would have made a scene about it. He wouldn’t have just gotten up and said nothing.  

Regardless I continued reading. Going over the same material, I wasn’t entirely sure anymore what we were looking for. I needed to stretch anyways, so I got up from my seat. Pushing my chair in, I reached up and stretched my arms.  

I heard the harsh pound of boots on the bunker floors. I reached down to touched my socked covered toes. My ass on a full show for anyone who was to walk into the bunker's library.  

I heard the harsh sound of the boots on the floor until I didn’t, looking between my legs as I continued to stretched. There was Sam staring at me, with an eyebrow raised as to ask me a question.  

I wasn’t uncomfortable about my current position; I was more worried about what was on Sam face. “What are you doing, Y/n?” Sam asked coming over to the library table to sit back down.  

I took that as my signal to stop stretching and go back to my seat. I was trying to find my words, my mouth opening and closing. “Are you okay over there?” Sam asked.

Stop asking me so many questions....

Actually, don’t stop, please keep talking. Damn I could listen to your voice over again. You could be yelling at me, or soothing me after a bad hunt. Just keep talking please Sam.  

“I was just... umm stretching my back was starting to hurt.” I spoke. “You look like you were having a hard time reading.” I said pointing towards Sam's face. He crossed his eyes in a silly fashion and then started to take them off setting them on the table.

“Look don’t make fun me, i get that enough from Dean. But I used to wear these when I was doing research at law school. Not to mention I am not getting any younger.” Sam said spinning his glasses in his hands and then putting them back on.  

“We should back to work don’t you say.” Sam said opening the lore book back up. It went to being dead silent. I scooted my chair closer to the table cracking my neck getting ready to read all over again.  

This pattern went on for a while. Sam and I would stop for a few moments talk about something, or get something from the kitchen, I’d stretch. It was a comfortable pattern.  

We’d sat back down, but this time when I opened my current lore book, I couldn’t stop from staring at Sam. HIs hand gliding through his hair and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.  

I clinched my thighs together, pushing back of the chair. Trying to brace myself. Sam is just so damn hot. I don’t think he knows it either.  

I watched as his eyes grew wide and his face lite up, his hand coming up to take his glasses off and putting the end of his glasses between his lips. Then a smile crossed his face, Sam looked up at me.  

“Come over here. I think I found it!” Sam said  

I got up and walked over to Sam seat and was hesitate to out my hand on his shoulder, but I didn’t have time to think because Sam was already talking. The problem was I wasn’t listening, I was daydreaming.  

Sam scent filling my nose, and the thought of my hand landing on his shoulder feeling the pull of muscle. My hands on his body. God all I want is his hands on me please. All I want is for Sam is pull me into his lap, his lump kissable lips on mine. I want to Sam to take me on this library table. I want our clothes spread across the room.  

I want the fear of being caught. I want so much to just be with Sam. Do I tell him? Will that just make things weird? Will I overstep a boundary? That I don’t even know exist.  

“Y/n? Did you hear me?” Sam said puling me from dirty questionable thoughts. “Umm. I’m be honest no.” I said starting to walk away from Sam back to my side of the table. But of course, before I was able to step away from Sam. His hand was around my wrist pulling me into him.  

Specifically, into Sam's lap. “Oh shit, I didn’t... I’m sorry.” Sam stuttered. “It’s fine Sam. Just let go of my wrist.” I said forcing myself to get up. “Wait... What’s going on?” Sam asked worry in his voice. “Nothing is wrong Sam.” I said trying to end the conversation.  

“Y/n... Y/n all you’ve done today has been quiet. You may not think that you being secretive but I caught you staring multiply time just today. So, explain it to me? Because it seems like someone has a crush on me.” Sam said as he stiffened puffing his chest out.  

I was at a lost for word, stuck in the spot that I was standing in. “See the no words tells me everything I need to know. Maybe you should have just asked me if I like you.” Sam said starting to get up from the chair. I shallowed hard. I could feel his body pressed hard against mine.  

Clinching my thighs together as another imagine went past in my brain. With the rest of my confidence, I leaned my head back against Sam right collar bone. “Okay then, I like you Sam. I have for a while. You have realized though...” I said, but was cut off by a passionate kiss.  

It was as if Sam was waiting much longer then me to kiss. His tongue intruding my mouth, we battled for dominance and eventually I let Sam win. His tongue explored, his hands reaching around and landing on my hips, grinding me back into Sam's strong and board figure.  

Pulling from my lips, Sam bit slightly on my bottom lips and let it pop back. Whispering into my ear. “Can you feel that?” I hummed and clinched my thighs together. “You know you kinda have a horrible poker face. You let all those fantasy play over your face. Don’t think I can’t feel when you clinch your thighs together.” Sam said moving his other to hold my rib cage.  

Getting the little bit of courage, I had left, I whimpered out. “Can we go to your room. I’m really hoping this isn’t a dream right now.” I heard Sam grunt, and then I felt his tongue lick a strip up on my outer ear, nibble afterwards.  

“We can go wherever you want Baby girl. Wouldn’t want someone to catch now would you.” He spoke spinning me around, so we were facing each other. “Just to clarify, I like you, and you like me? And this isn’t a one-time thing either?” I asked as Sam rubbing his much larger hands up and down my sides.  

For just a split second I saw a different side of Sam. “Yes, to your first question, and of course. Because I don’t think I want to kiss anyone else besides you. And if I’m thinking right, I’ll fall in love with the rest of your body.” Sam said leaning forward for another kiss, but this one was slow and more precious.  

I heard the sound of the book slam. “Let’s go because I’m pretty sure these clothes aren’t going to come off by themselves.” I said winking and smirking. “Baby girl, you read my mind.” Sam said smirking and picking me up my legs wrapping around his hips.  

Completed on: 04/09/2021 

[danceworshipper]

Giulio Moretti - HPMA Character Profile

template by me // images created using the zepeto app

NOTE: I am a cisgender female. As such, I have been hesitant to make a trans oc and will not be going into much detail about Giulio's experiences specifically related to his gender. If anything in here feels iffy to anyone not cisgender, please let me know and I'll correct it

Personal

Full Name: Giulio Antonio Moretti

Gender: Male (trans)

Sexuality: Demisexual, polyamorous

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 11

Birthstone: Alexandrite

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Blood Status: Full Veela

- I'm mostly using these headcanons written by @carmilla-the-bird, though over time I might end up changing a couple details

- I'm not certain if full Veelas would even use wands/go to magic school but these ones do because I say so

- What I'm specifically adding is that since HPMA takes place later than the full HP series, there has been a new method developed to allow full veelas to better coexist with wizards. This comes in the form of a clear gemstone that can be inserted into any piece of jewelry, usually necklaces. While the stone is worn, the charm [or allure, as I call it] that all veelas have while glamored is dampened by up to 80%. Another effect is that when angered, the veela won't be able to lash out with their fire magic, unless they've trained their magic well enough that's it's less of an instinct and more of a conscious choice. Minors are legally required to wear it at all times, except in their own home with only their family around. Once an adult the veela can choose whether they want to wear it or not. The stone has a similar trace to underaged magic, so when a Veela who's a minor takes it off, the Ministry is alerted and their location will be tracked

3 Positive Traits:

- Empathetic

- Resourceful

- Playful

3 Negative Traits:

- Irritable

- Addictive

- Pessimistic

Usual First Impression: When meeting Giulio, most people see him as a spoiled and stuck up little boy. This isn't true. He's just very wary of strangers, so he doesn't tend to leave a good first impression. Once he's more comfortable around someone, his positive traits outshine the more negative ones

Location

Birthplace: A Veela-specific clinic in southern Italy. His mother travelled there for all of her children's births, and the midwife there is the woman who delivered her

Current Home: His family home in England, a medium sized house under a strict Fidelius charm, which his aunt is the Secret Keeper for. His bedroom is on the second floor, looking out over the fish pond in the backyard

Future Home(s): Fresh out of Hogwarts he'll share an apartment with Lori with heavily warded Floo access. Later homes TBD once his love interests are planned out

Favorite Place: The little house the family rents for a month every summer in southern Italy. The town is full of good culture, and better yet, good food. It feels peaceful, even when there's a loud festival going on

Disliked Place: The woods a mile down the road from his home. The woods are the last place Giulio saw his grandmother before she went missing, and now they feel like they're haunted. He refuses to go on walks there anymore

Appearance

Face Shape: Round, slightly pointy chin

Eye Color: Deep teal

Hair Color: Whitish blond

Hair Style: Self cut (horrifies his mother), slightly uneven, medium length. Not brushed every day, fluffy

Skin Tone: Pale

Freckles/Spots: A few beauty marks on his face, two near his right eye and one on the left side of his chin

Scars: None yet

Piercings/Tattoos: None

Height: 5'7" [fully grown]

Weight: ~ 135 lbs [fully grown]

Physique: Thin. Luckily for him, Giulio's family has always had rather "boyish" bodies - wide shoulders, not very curvy - but he's still got too much woman in him to be fully happy with his form

Clothing Style: Baggy tops, loose pants, nothing fancy. Giulio tries to attract as little attention as possible, because while he's glamored people stare at him a lot anyway, even with the dampener. He does like colored pants, but his tops are usually grey and black. His dampening necklace is the most eye catching thing he wears (as it was a gift from his missing grandmother) and he wishes he could take it off, but he legally can't

Carried Items:

- The last picture of him, his sisters, and his grandmother ever taken

- A lighter. He likes having the fire near him since he can't access his own fire magic

- His hair scissors, for whenever he feels like it needs to be trimmed

- A container of Silly Putty he got from a Muggle convenience store

- His water bottle

Magic

Wand: 10" Veela hair wand in Fir wood. A very pale colored wand that's a bit rough around the edges. The hair is from his younger sister Martina, who yanked the strand right out and handed it to the wandmaker after no wands appeared to choose a very defeated looking Giulio. The wand was made while Giulio watched, and he checked it many times throughout the process to make sure it felt like it would have him, which it did.

Animagus: As a veela, Giulio can transform into pretty much any bird shape. He has no need to go through the animagus process

Boggart Form: Him, fully matured, very womanly, and in a wedding gown just like the ones his older sister Alessia fawns over

Riddikulus Form: Him in a ridiculously exaggerated Bloody Baron costume

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Giulio would smell new pillows, the faint burning metal scent that clings to him, and the dry shampoo he uses

Amortentia (to them): He doesn't smell any sort of romantic interest yet. What he smells now are safe, comforting smells, like the cigars his mother and aunt smoke, the perfume all his sisters use, and the smell of his favorite restaurant in southern Italy

Patronus: Bird of Paradise

Happiest Memory: Receiving his wand once it was completed, and finally feeling the connection and power he'd heard so much about but thought he'd never have

Mirror of Erised: Some might consider it sad, but all he sees is him, happy, the way he wishes he was - including not looking at all like a Veela. Someday this will change

Family Spells: It's not really a spell, but the Morettis have a particular bird call that, when paired with the right charm, will alert every living family member to the caller's location, should one desperately need help. It's only to be used in emergencies. Giulio isn't sure he wants to know why his grandmother never used it

Inherent Magic: Veela stuff - storm sense, fire, bird transformations, allure, slight levitation abilities

Family

Grandmother: Francesca is not an ideal parental figure. She grew up in a time when full Veelas were treated with nearly the same suspicion and prejudice as werewolves, so she's very anti-human. However, she was still one of Giulio's best defenders and most treasured family members. She places a huge importance on family and is the one who came up with the idea of the special danger call. Francesca went missing when Giulio was seven, and there have been no clues as to what happened.

Mother: Valentina is a kind, gentle woman who cares for her family before anyone else. She and her sister were taught all their lives to be nothing more than a pretty face, and while Bianca rejected this, Valentina embraced it. Even now, with her own mother nowhere to be found, she has trouble remembering to be herself. She wears her necklace at all times, terrified to be without it

Father: Giulio never knew him. He's not sure he even has one

Aunt: Bianca is, in many ways, the exact opposite of her sister. Bianca embraces all of her less than proper instincts, and even walks around in public completely unglamored, acting as a good deterrent to anyone who might want to come say hi, innocent intentions or not. Gets angry very easily, and has caused public property damage more often than Valentina would appreciate

Sisters: Two older sisters, one younger. All Slytherins while in school

- Alessia, six years older, prefect. A headstrong young woman who takes advantage of her allure to get what she wants, and is skilled enough to fight off anyone who gets too "friendly". She likes to have a collection of boy toys she never lets get too close, but secretly only has eyes for the Hufflepuff prefect, Lina.

- Emilia, four years older, Quidditch captain. Hates her allure with a passion and refuses to even think about romance until she's out of school. Could kick anyone's ass, and will do so if she feels the need to. Very protective of Giulio, has gotten into at least eight shouting matches with those who misgender him

- Martina, one year younger. The baby of the family. A bit of a spoiled brat, and too young to fully understand exactly why her older siblings are all so wary of strangers, or letting her out of their sight. She dreams of being the Minister of Magic, and of being able to take her "stupid, ugly, and stupid" necklace off for good

Pets: The two family screech owls which trade off being at school/home, and an Abraxan Giulio found on Hogwarts grounds that likes him a lot

Family Values: The Morettis hold nothing higher than each other. The family's main priority is sticking together, and always doing whatever they can to help each other achieve whatever they wish. The family is also, as a whole, rather reclusive

Opinion of Family: Giulio loves his family. For all their faults, they hold true to their values and he couldn't imagine one of them ever betraying another. Even if they won't ever truly understand him, they've all tried and they do what they can, and it means more than he can say

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

Best Friend: Oleander Loris. Her anger issues, her weird pink eyes, and her tendency to drag him along to social outings are all things that Giulio comes to appreciate over time. He originally became curious about her on the train ride to school, when she stumbled looking at his older sisters but didn't notice him at all, and they spoke for the first time in Flying class. Lori is definitely a force to be reckoned with, and the fact that she's not affected by his allure in the slightest makes him feel really happy

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend He Didn't Expect: Cassandra. They aren't the best of friends, and maybe they can't be considered friends at all, but she doesn't hold the contempt she seems to hold for most others for him

Who He Wishes Was His Friend: Kestra Fernera. She's got fire powers, and she doesn't have to be chained down by the Ministry. He thinks she's super cool, and is very jealous of her and how popular she is, but he's far too nervous to try and talk to her

List of Casual Friends:

- Brian Haywood-Reese @catohphm

- others TBD, but likely the main cast of the game. Mc friends welcome, if any are interested!

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD

His Type: Pretty much anyone who's able to look past the allure that Giulio hates so much and also isn't afraid of him in his natural form, though most people haven't even seen it

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Not on the team, but plays casually

Clubs: TBD

Organizations: None

Favorite Class: Flying. Duh

Least Favorite Class: Potions. It gives him a headache surrounded by all the fumes

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood:

- Giulio realizes young that he hates the idea of being a girl, and insists that his mother change his name. His family thought it was a phase, but once they realized it wasn't, they became more serious and started to see what they could do to help him

- He's a sheltered child, learning early the importance of staying close to a trusted adult. He sees the horrors of what can happen to a Veela caught unaware at a young age when he almost loses his mother to someone who wanted to sell her, and never looks at strangers the same way again

- At five years old Giulio is given his dampener necklace. He refuses to wear it until his grandmother forcibly puts it on him. He decides it's not that bad, though it feels like it's choking him and he doesn't like the muted feeling in his hands that comes from the loss of his instinctual magic

- At seven years old, Giulio is on a walk with his grandmother in the woods when he hears a loud screech. She sends him back toward the house, saying she'll be right behind him. Hours pass, and she never follows. There's no evidence as to what that screech was, or what happened to his grandmother

- At eleven years old, Giulio spends a week traveling to different wandmakers around Europe trying to find a wand so he can go to school in the fall. For some reason, his magic is picky and not a single wand even comes close to working for him. When he's given up all hope, his little sister Martina asks if the wandmaker takes custom orders, and rips out her own hair to be used for Giulio's wand. It's the first time Giulio cries happy tears, hovering his hand over the uncompleted wand and feeling it call to him already

School Years: TBD once I'm able to play the game

Post Graduation: Giulio moves into an apartment with Lori soon after graduating. While she immediately starts work, Giulio takes time to find some higher education, and work on training his Veela magic now that he can take his necklace off whenever he wants

Career(s): TBD

Marriage and Children: TBD

Death: Giulio will be murdered by [redacted] in order to save [redacted]'s life, but he'll be very old (around 200) and will have outlived his lovers, so he doesn't see it as too much of a shame. He'll be buried in the family garden and have some lovely flower bushes planted over him

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- The Veela magic in Giulio recognizes him as a boy as soon as he does. When his allure kicks in, anyone attracted to men finds themself affected, while those strictly into women do not, even though male Veelas are practically unheard of

- His aunt Bianca paid a personal visit to Hogwarts before he was enrolled, ready to throw flames if he was going to be put into the female dorms. Luckily, she didn't need to worry, as once the situation was explained it was settled with a simple change in his paperwork

- Giulio hates being cooped up indoors for too long. Even in the coldest days of winter, he'll spend as much time as possible outside

- Starting in third year, Lori will figure out how to get the necklace off of him without alerting anyone [putting it on herself within a few seconds], and Giulio will occasionally spend a few hours free and in his natural form in the Forbidden Forest. Unbeknownst to him, wearing the necklace saps at Lori's magical core, and it takes her a day or so to regain her strength if she wears it for more than thirty minutes

- Giulio will likely have three partners in the future. He could never even imagine having one, so if his younger self was told he would have three he would probably have a difficult time believing it

- Cutting his hair so frequently doesn't affect his magic like his mother feared it would, though he does feel nauseous when he does it

- The dark teal eyes are something only he and his sisters have, which is how he knows they all have the same "father" or whatever they had. His mother, aunt, and grandmother all have the traditional black eyes. Not even Alessia ever saw any type of man around when her younger siblings were born, so there are no clues as to how the four of them exist

- As much as he hates the dampener, it does him a lot of good when he's younger. He gets angry easily and often feels very defensive, so without it he could have gotten into a lot of trouble

- Though he doesn't like his allure, Giulio will sometimes take advantage of it like Alessia does if he wants to get out of something. He won't fight it, he'll play nice, and let whoever he needs to back off get a little dazed

- He wanted to hide the fact that he was a Veela when he first came to Hogwarts, but with two older sisters and his allure he couldn't

[lyricalimerence]

Colorful Consequences - JJ Maybank

summary: jj dyes his hair after losing a bet

word count: 1718

warnings: a little swearing, just friendship fluff

a/n: this is so cute don't even look at me + and this is for @maybanktho for the concept prompt

*this is how i imagine the color, but he just dyes the fringe/front part of his hair*

It all started with a bet—as most things do between you and JJ. There had to be a prize and a consequence, it was just your friendship dynamic. You two became friends through a competition he set in the fourth grade during recess. You both played on the field, juggling half pumped up soccer balls and booting them into opposite goals, not wanting to get in each other's way. Until he kicked his soccer ball into your goal on purpose, proposing a bet that he could sink a goal from farther away than you could. However, much to his ten-year-old chagrin, you won. He had to eat a hot dog from the cafeteria the next day—the hot dogs were chalky and an abnormal color. You, however, got to be one of his best friends for life. He would say that he got the winning end of that bet in the end, having you by his side for the past six years outweighed the stomachache he had after eating that hotdog.

This time, it was a surfing bet, and, as were getting gloriously used to, you won. His punishment was he had to dye his hair, and your prize was you choosing the color. A schedule wasn’t set for the day you had to become his personal hairdresser, so you were going about your Saturday morning as usual—half hungover and asleep on your couch, not having gotten to your bedroom before passing out the night prior. Your parents were nowhere to be found, probably on the mainland having affairs with rich people for money, or something along those lines—you didn’t particularly care anymore.

The familiar knocking pattern of JJ Maybank, your best friend, slammed into your eyes, almost abrasively as your head throbbed from the alcohol you consumed last night. Once you collected your thoughts together, you were surprised JJ was awake, not being the “up-and-at-em” type in the slightest.

Somehow, you managed to pull yourself off the couch, the crick in your neck loosening as you stretched.

“You look like shit, Y/N,” JJ announced, leaning against the doorframe as you wiped the sleep from your hardly open eyes.

“Thanks for noticing, Sherlock,” you smiled wryly, pushing the hair from your fringe falling over your face. “What’re you doing here? And why are you handling your alcohol so much better than me?”

JJ walked past you, patting your shoulder as he entered your small house, the homey decor and familiar scent of fresh cookies and linen febreze inviting him in with as much vigor as you did the first time he came to your home. “Today is the day, my friend. And, in regards to the whole hungover deal, I so happen to not be a lightweight, unlike some…” he trailed off to glance at your slouched frame, the cuffs of your paper bag denim jeans bunched up around your shins, and the thick strapped tank from Pelican Marina that you chopped the bottom off of, was pushed up around the band of your bra. Normally, you’d be self conscious of how much of your torso was on display, but you were feeling like a dead squirrel, and it wasn't like JJ hadn't seen you in a bikini almost everyday.

Moving towards the couch to refold the blanket you had knocked onto yourself before you fell asleep, you asked, with an increasing amount of pep and clarity, “Today is the day for what?”

“I’m glad you asked, Y/N! You're dying my hair today. Get ready so we can go to the store.” He seemed a bit nervous, his hand instinctively going to the blond pieces of hair that fell as fringe over his forehead. A goofy smile spread across your face as his words sunk in, the leftover cranky drunkenness fading away as you almost jumped in the air as you ran to your bathroom to get ready.

Once you got out of the shower and changed into a t-shirt and shorts, you met JJ back in your family room, his eyes glued to the phone screen in his hand, his eyes tracing over the photo he was looking at. His phone was open to a picture Kie took of you two on the HMS, having been in the midst of a shotgunning competition. Your hair fell in waves, from your ears down it was a light teal color, matching the oceanic background. JJ zoomed in on the picture, scrolling between the bright, superficial hair color to his photographed blond locks. “Hey!” You made him jump, as you leant against the back of the sofa, looking over his shoulder.

“I was thinking this color?” He sounded a little unsure, but as a hair dying veteran, you knew it was just virgin hair jitters. You took pride in having watched enough Brad Mondo, making you think you could do his hair just as well as a hairdresser.

You reached over, swiping so the camera app was open, and you maneuvered your ponytail to lay over his forehead, the pastel turquoise color of your hair covering most of his face, “I think ya look great.”

He jumped off the couch, grumbling about you being a total dork, and to just get the damn car keys. Having completely sobered up, you grabbed the keys to your old pickup truck and all but skipped out the door. JJ, being blond, had such good hair for dying. You had wondered what he’d look like with crazy colored locks multiple times, he had just never agreed until you won the bet.

Once you two had arrived at the store, a wave of air conditioning hit you, pricking at your bare legs and arms. Having been very acquainted with the beauty supply store, you walked straight to the aisle of hair dye, JJ following cluelessly in your wake. The lanyard holding your keychain was tucked in your denim short’s pocket, the ribbon loop brushing your knee as you bent down to pick up a mixing bowl and color application brushes. You looked towards JJ who was watching you with stitched together eyebrows and evident confusion. “These are semi-permanent colors,” you pointed to a section of the shelves, bottles and tubes or paint like hair dyes sprawling out in front of JJ. “Your hair is light enough that it won’t need bleach… so how long are you committed to this merman look, ya think?”

JJ turned his head to look at you, his eyes lazily gazing at your dimpled smile. “I’m in this for the long haul.”

“As you should!” A laugh bounced from your lips as you nodded, pulling two bottles from the shelf of semi-permanent colors, knowing he’d want to be able to change it at some point. “I used this dye for my hair, if that’s what you want.” He nodded and took the bottle from your hand, staring at it with optimistic intrigue. “C’mon,” you motioned for him to follow you to the checkout line where you two split the bill and you teased him with the cashier with whom you were familiar.

Once you drove JJ back to your house—after going through the McDonald’s drive thru because JJ was hungry—you rummaged through your bathroom, stains of pinks, greens, blues, purples, reds, oranges, and blacks danced along the edge of your sink and shower from your previous dye jobs. You threw a blue towel at JJ to wrap around his shoulders, knocking a french fry out of his hand. “Hey, I was eating that.”

You mock pouted at his indignation but stayed silent so you could pour some of the dye into the mixing bowl. Before slipping on plastic gloves, you sectioned out JJ’s hair with old butterfly clips and barrettes he used to make fun of you for wearing in the sixth grade, claiming you were too grown up for hair clips. Although, he was owning the look now, pretending to flip his fringe sassily before you peeled the strands of blond off his forehead.

JJ was swiping through his phone, looking for Spotify before putting on his playlist and drumming on the counter with his fingers to the beat. You had to hold his head still multiple times with one hand, your other hand otherwise occupied with a brush filled with hair dye. Once he calmed down, you started brushing the color on the ends of his fringe, following the sections you had created. By the time you had finished and worked the dye to the roots of his fringe you handed him a mirror. “Whatcha think?”

He stared at the mirror like he was looking at a foreign object. “I mean I like it… Do you think we could stop here, just dye the front pieces?”

You hummed in response, grabbing the now empty plastic bag from the store and tying it just over his hair to incubate it with heat. “Okay, now we wait for thirty minutes.”

“Let's watch Avatar the Last Airbender.” JJ suggested, as you two walked into the main hallway of your small house on The Cut. Responding with a short word of agreement, you watched JJ jump over the couch to sit on it, aiming the remote at the screen.

After your phone beeped, signaling the end of thirty minutes, you had to tear JJ away from the TV, him having become engrossed by Aang’s adventures. Somehow you managed to rinse his hair out in the basin of your shower, adding to the colorful splotches on the rim. He complained about the water being cold then when you warmed it up, he cupped his hand under the faucet and splashed you with it.

Using all your self control, you extinguished the beginnings of a water fight in your bathroom and rinsed all the dye from JJ’s hair.

Shaking his hair like a wet dog, water droplets flying at you, JJ haphazardly dried his hair before looking in the mirror. “Wait, that's actually so good.”

“Really?” You asked through a grin, excited he liked the color. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you into his side.

“Yeah, it's awesome, Y/N!” He let go of you just to grab your hand and pull you through your house, “Let’s go show the others.”

Another bet he lost with more than optimal consequences.

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