#lady-redhaired

[hazelpuff]

Cudlow’s Residents (part ?/?)

[hirazuki]

Me, writing: !!! oh!!! IDEA!!!!

Me: *screeching stop* -- wait. *Runs to wiki to check if this works*

Me: ... oh. Nvm. :(

Me: WAIT THIS "FACT" IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON AT ALL so I can interpret it however I want :)

Me: ... but it's still established lore within its own context T_T

Me: ... I can reinterpret it, within the confines of canon??

Also me: It's a fucking throw-away line, a comparison that you can't even use the actual name for because it's Sindarin and that would make no sense in Angband, and that 99% of people won't pick up on anyway, it doesn't matter, just WRITE THE DAMN SCENE.

[ravangie]

ethel scared the SHIT out of me every time i played that game but i see your vision

Hahah that's interesting! I for one, even as a kid, was FASCINATED with Ethel, but couldn't quite understand the reason why yet. Now I can. She's the hottest Nancy Drew woman ever and I am not sorry or affraid to speak my truth :)

[poohwhin]

@kindan-no-kanojo pls dont mind this random tag after like millions of years but this thought has been in my mind for a MONTH and it will not leave

kinolett??? right??? right.

i have no idea if any of my mutuals downloaded hsr but i can NOT play this godforsaken game without thinking of kinolett 😭😭 every time blade & kafka come on screen i’m like “oh yeah kinolett but game”

[theblackspy]

Comics Nat for MCU:

If you take the gun, I drop the grenade. You take the grenade, well, you know what happens...

[rmncihld]

Great so the House of the Dragon tag has told me this fandom

a) is head over heels for Daemon, a psychopath who bludgened his badass wife to death because he wants to marry his niece, and

b) despises Alicent, who...is mean to Rhaenyra sometimes?

Of course.

[skyward-floored]

Was rereading some linkeduniverse, and had a sudden thought about something.

So take these two panels from Malon 5, the whole scene where Time and Twilight realize/reveal they’re related:

(Images belong to @linkeduniverse)

(Look at how he ruffles his hair! Gah! I love them!)

I’ve seen people use the second panel there to mean that there actually aren’t very many generations between Time and Twi, because red hair is a recessive trait (a mutation actually, if we’re being specific), so it actually wouldn’t take very long to water it down as Time says.

But that’s only if we’re going off of how red hair works in real life. And I think it works differently in loz.

Take the Gerudo. Since a male is only born every 100 years or so, the ladies have to have kids with other people groups, Hylians mostly, who don’t seem to have red hair very often (and certainly not to the intensity of the Gerudo). Yet their red hair hasn’t been watered down barely at all somehow.

I’d bet that red hair is actually a more dominant trait in loz, which would explain why the Gerudo are still dominantly redhaired. It might not even be a mutation, since it seems like they’ve had red hair for as long as they’ve existed.

....At least that’s my guess anyway XD genetics are weird, and they’re not my specialty. But I do like to play with stuff like this, and the theory has some merit, I think.

Plus if all of that is true, and if we also take the popular headcanon that Malon’s mother either was a Gerudo, or had some Gerudo blood... then there’s going to be bright red hair in Time and Malon’s family for quite a while yet I’m thinking. Which means Twilight is quite a few generations down the line.

[ladystoneboobs]

possibly incomplete list of asoiaf characters described as having red or even "ginger" hair (or red-gold as opposed to red-brown or ghiscari red-black), never auburn:

mycah, the butcher's boy*

beric dondarrion (red-gold hair)*

lharys, member of the three stooges men-at-arms (wild rust-colored hair)**

unnamed and unfortunate mother of robert baratheon's doomed youngest child, barra (light red-haired mother of black-haired baby)*

tomard aka "fat tom", stark guardsman (with his ginger whiskers)*

horas "horror" redwyne (orange hair)*

hobber "slobber" redwyne (orange hair)*

unnamed red-haired whore leaning out a window the day of ned's execution (presumably not the same as above since she was joking about the king's death)*

melisandre of asshai (deep burnished copper. red and terrible and red.)*

a man called jaqen h'ghar (red on one side, white on the other)*

pug-nosed dancy from chataya's brothel (described as red-haired by tyrion in acok but honey-blonde in asos, so presumably hair dye must have been involved between those book mentions.)**

addam marbrand (hair the same copper color as his horse's mane)*

"ginger-headed" maester frenken*

unnamed beardless ginger youth among theon's crew at winterfell*

ygritte, a spearwife "kissed-by-fire" (bright red)*

arryk aka "left" or "right", lady olenna's red-mustached guardsman*

erryk aka "left" or "right", lady olenna's other, identical, red-mustached guardsman*

lord paxter redwyne (tufts of orange hair)**

anguy the archer of the bwb*

a red-bearded karstark rapist dead in a crow cage at stoney sept*

tansy, innkeeper of the peach in stoney sept*

meryn trant (rust-red hair)*

"red" ronnet connington

mero, "the titan's bastard", former commander of the second sons (bushy red-gold beard)

a red-headed soldier who came with stannis to the wall

shadrich "the mad mouse" (bristly orange hair)*

lord rykker's red-mustached maester

marwyn belmore, lysa's former guard captain (ginger-headed)*

lord benedar belmore with a beard that was "a ginger-grey horror"*

lord orton merryweather (reddish-orange hair)

"the red oarsman", one of euron greyoy's followers (fiery red hair)

unnamed red-haired sailor arriving at port in braavos*

lord clement piper

and his son lewys "little lew" piper, who served as squire to jaime lannister in the riverlands

unnamed red-haired youth who first escaped northward with varamyr from the battle at the wall

one of illyrio's washerwomen (dull red hair)**

jon connington (once red hair gone to grey, still red at the roots and eyebrows even when the rest was dyed blue. also had a bright red beard as a younger man.)**

rolly "duck" duckfield (a shock of orange hair)**

a young man among the wildling refugees at mole's town whose red hair reminded jon of ygritte*

the "sunset kingdoms" girl raped by tyrion in the brothel where he was captured by jorah**

hagen's daughter, only other woman among asha greyjoy's crew

roggon rustbeard, one of asha's men

mully of the nw (greasy orange hair)*

bloodbeard, commander of the company of the cat (fiery red whiskers)

"ginger" jack, a toungeless sellsword of the windblown sent to dany, face nearly covered by his bristly, orange beard

gerrick kingsblood*

and his son*

and gerrick's daughter #1*

and gerrick's daughter #2*

and gerrick's daughter #3*

ronald storm, son of ronnet connington

one of the 7 "choicest" enslaved girls from the yunkish ship who were sacrificed by victarion (red-gold hair)

an enslaved redhead boy in line for a well, asking tyrion about dany**

nail, apprentice to hammer, the armorer for the second sons**

maester tybald, redhaired maester from the dreadfort serving arnolf karstark

valena toland, heiress to ghost hill (bright red hair)

teora toland, valena's younger sister with the same hair

uther shett, knight arriving for sweetrobin's tourney (ginger-haired and whiskered)*

*characters whose hair is described in the povs of starks (or jon snow) who only use the terms auburn or red-brown for catelyn, robb, sansa etc. and do not compare said characters to said tully-haired relations

**characters whose hair is described by tyrion lannister, who spent significant time with sansa and exclusively referred to her hair as auburn (without anyone else telling him her hair color as catelyn told brienne)

the only asoiaf characters ever described as having auburn hair:

catelyn tully stark

robb stark (red-brown/auburn tully hair "so like" his mother's, with a beard redder than his hair)

sansa stark (auburn hair lighter than her mother's, most reddish glowing in candlelight)

brandon "bran" stark (hair not bright red enough for him to distinguish himself from young benjen at first glance in a weirwood flashback)

rickon stark

brynden "the blackfish" tully (once auburn hair gone to grey)

edmure tully (auburn hair with a fiery beard, likely brighter than his hair like robb's)

lysa tully arryn baelish

known tully descendants never described as having auburn hair

arya stark (darker brown stark-colored hair)

hoster tully (hair and beard gone from brown to brown streaked with grey to white as snow)

robert "sweetrobin" arryn (fine brown hair, thought by sansa to be his best feature)

fun fact: the only other character that i can find to ever even be descibed as having red-brown hair in the main series is rowan, one of the spearwives who accompanied mance on his mission to winterfell. (described by theon, who had psychological reasons not to think of any hair-resemblance to robb and co.)

tl;dr i suppose my point here is that auburn hair in the real world may be a term thrown around wildly as a fancier way of saying red hair, but grrm and his westerosi creations seem to keep to a much more specific (true) definition. not just specific, almost entirely unique to a certain family, a weird mutation passing down their line somewhat inexplicably, like the magic platinum hair of the targaryens. (ned stark's 4 tully-haired kids being sorta like alicent hightower's 4 targ-haired kids where nobody can really explain why it was so dominant.) except it's actually more unique to the tullys than either black hair to the baratheons or silver hair to the targaryens, with the velaryons also having valyrian hair as well as some people in the essosi free cities too. which i guess makes rowan the wildling the equalivent of an unknown dragonseed or a lysene woman who could pass as a targ, and regular brown-haired hoster and sweetrobin the equivalent of regular blonde-haired alysanne and alyssa targaryen. so the next time someone calls the tullys lame or whatever, just remember that in-universe they're actually more special than the dragonriders, at least hairwise.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 2

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates - Feeling the connection as soon as you see each other.

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one of her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn't need to know how to print a photo, but he needs to know why his dead soulmate is in the one he's looking at.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky. Mentions of vomiting.

Bucky felt like his stomach was going to full out his ass. He slowly rose from picking up the photo, feeling like he’d met his stomach on the way back up.

“How?” He asked, voice breaking as he spoke.

“How what James?” Asked Wanda, brow furrowed as she picked up on his distress.

“How? The photo? How?”

“Wanda took the photo on her phone, it was then sent by a wireless connection to the printer. Would you like us to show you how it works?” replied Vision.

“It’s not that Vis, I don’t think? James?”

Bucky felt his confusion boil over into anger. Did the synthezoid really think he didn’t know how to print a picture? He’d lived in Wakanda, the most advanced country in the world for a year and these idiots think he can’t work a damn printer and a phone.

“Not the damn phone! The photo! How do you have a photo? A photo of her?!?” Bucky’s frustration aimed at Wanda. Vision not taking too kindly to his raised voice being aimed at Wanda, stepped towards him, placing himself slightly in front of her.

“Sergeant Barnes, I’m going to ask you to calm down.”

“Vis, it’s Ok.” She replied stepping around him “James, the photograph? She looks like someone you know?”

Wanda didn’t really need to ask. Bucky’s stoic behaviour usually caused him to block his emotions and feelings from Wanda reading him but now they were fully on show and streaming out of him. She couldn’t not see them. A reaction like this meant one thing. Soulmates.

Bucky nodded tears beginning to rundown his cheeks.

“How do you have this? How do you have her on a photo?”

“Her? Who do you think this is?” She asked pointing at the woman in the photo with herself and Nat.

“She's ours. She’s my soulmate. Our soulmate.” He answered.

Even with his super soldier hearing, so caught up in seeing his lost soulmate, Bucky was oblivious that the rest of the team were now standing behind him. Including Steve.

“What? Buck what are you talking about?” Asked Steve.

Bucky turned towards Steve his hand shaking as he passed him the photo.

“How is this possible? How?”

Natasha’s eyes caught a glimpse of the photo he was holding, discreetly side eyeing Wanda who nodded.

“Anyone want to bring me up to speed here?” asked Tony, trying to catch a glimpse of the photo. Bruce did the same, recognising all of the people pictured immediately.

“Well, that’s Natasha, that’s Wanda and that’s…..wait what’s going on? When did you meet her?” Bruce asked Steve.

“Okay, well I’m no more informed with Bruce’s explanation. Ladies want to enlighten us?”

Nobody answered as Steve headed towards Wanda, eyeing her stack her photos.

“Do you have more?”

Wanda nodded, flicking through the others and pulling out another picture. The same figure this time front and centre, holding a stick of candyfloss. Grinning like it’s the best thing in the world. Natasha is in the background with an expression that is very Natasha, slight smirk, slight eyebrow raise. Wanda thought it captured both your personalities perfectly.

“Here.” She passed the photo to Steve. He let out a choked sob, pushing the photo toward Bucky, rushing into the bathroom, the sound of heaving heard before the door closed.

Unable to hold his simmering emotions anymore, Bucky sank to the floor, clutching the photo and sobbed.

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[my-blind-album]

Satisfied

A Lady Lesso Fanfiction based on the Hamilton song 'Satisfied'.

16 years old:

An Ever and a Never relationship was the most down-looked and revolting thing that could ever happen, it was also strictly forbidden. For decades, centuries and millennials having a scenario whereby an evil fell for good or vice versa had never happened before and everyone thought it was best to leave it at that. However, that changed when two adolescents; Y/n and Leonora met one evening in the garden.

"Who are you?" Y/n inquired at the redhaired girl who sat behind a large tree with a book in hand. If she hadn't decided to go around the garden she would easily missed the girl. "Lesso, Leonora Lesso. Who are you?" The redhaired girl looked up to girl standing in front of her, she couldn't make out what her face looked like cause of how dark it was. "My name is Y/n White," the redhead raises an eyebrow even-though she knew the girl probably wouldn't have noticed. "So you're the daughter of the honoured Snow White?" Y/n made a faint laugh before realizing that what the girl said wasn't a compliment and more of sarcasm.

Slightly frowning she asked, "Who are your parents? Is it Merida?". Leonora made a fake gasp and replied with, "Wow, what gave it away? My red hair?" She scoffed before continuing, "I'm not from this magical world, Princess." Perplexed with the new information that Y/n learned she inquired the redhead, "What do you mean?" "I'm from an outside world called Gavaldon."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know, all I remember is being carried by a charcoal black and crimson red shadow which brought me to the school of evil."

"Wait- you're a Never?"

"Do I look like an Ever?"

Y/n fell silent before saying, "Well...I don't know, I can't see your face in this darkness, how were you even reading?" Leonora uses her finger glow to make a purple light beam shine from her index finger. "Fair enough, you have a really beautiful finger glow by the way." Y/n stated still mesmerized by the lavender-purple. Leonora only silently murmured a 'thank you' before making a lantern appear and holding it up so she and the girl before her could see their surroundings.

Before Leonora could ask about the girl's finger glow, her eyes darted to the Evergirl's face and she went mute, mesmerized with the girl's beauty. The girl's eyes were complement well with the light from the lantern and her skin shined underneath it too. The girl was wearing a beautiful, beige ankle length dress that held her hips well. Leonora's cheeks tinted as she felt embarrassed for feeling what she felt for the girl's stunning appearance.

"Leonora, are you okay? You were gonna say something till you stopped, if there something behind me?" Y/n asked as she quickly turned behind her but was met with nothing but a bush whose leaves swayed with the breeze. Coming to her senses Leonora shook her head and looked at Y/n's eyes and used them as a focus point to prevent herself from staring down at the girl's plump lips.

"I wanted to ask you, what colour your finger glow is." Y/n elegantly lifted her right index finger and a white light beamed. "See, it's basic," she stated before closing her fingers into a palm to form a fist. "Maybe so, but it's also a good thing for your finger glow to be that colour," Leonora exclaimed as her voice softened a bit as well as the gaze she had on the girl. "Why do you say so?" Leonora uses her magic to keep the lantern up by itself and went down to pick up her book and showed the girl, a page she was previously reading which had a black cat image as the bookmark. "Here it states that: Anyone whose finger glow beams that of a white colour, means that they are pure of heart."

"That sounds, pretty cool actually." Y/n stated, a bit taken-a-back by the news but also amazed by it. The two girls went silent and awkwardly looked around their surroundings, watching as leaves on the ground would be blown away by the wind, how beautifully the moon's light shone on both of their schools, giving that of good a stunning appearance and evil a horrifying one.

"It's getting late, I have to get back to my school or else my dean will sit me down in an isolated room and be at neck with an axe." Leonora said breaking the unpleasant silence with an unpleasant statement.

"Why would they do that? That's...that's-"

"Evil?' Leonora cut her mid-sentence already knowing what she wanted to say and she only shrugged her shoulders. "It's the punishment that Nevers who disobey our dean's rules undergo in, and one of rules is to be in our respective dorms during curfew hours." "I guess I need to go too, my roommate will be the one at my neck but with her hands, bombarding me with her numerous questions." Y/n said, smiling at the thought of how she'd have to explain to her friend why she was late.

"That sounds, not Ever like," Leonora stated dumbfounded by the way Y/n describe her friend. "No, no- you misunderstood. Clarissa is an Ever at heart it's just that when she gets mad she tends to be a bit...scary and extra." Leonora sighs before putting one hand out for Y/n to shake, and Y/n happily accepted. After contemplating her next move, Y/n decided to embrace Leonora in a warm hug. The redhead's cheeks flush a deep red and she kept her gaze on the ground when Y/n pulls away. "Well...goodnight Leonora." The redhead's attention was caught by the mentioning of her name as she looked up to lock us with stunning girl before her. "Evilnight...Y/n."

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18 years old:

After the two girls' little interaction that night, they began having secret meetings in that same garden. They knew that what they were doing was risky, as it would jeopardize their reputations, mainly Y/n's since she was an Ever and the daughter of one of the most beloved Queens in all of fairy-tale history. However, the two girls cared for each other, adored one another...they were in love.

It was the week of the Evers Ball and Y/n was hoping to have Leonora as her date. It was also the year of their graduations so she wanted to end her last year of schooling breaking the forbidden rule and be able to openly express her love for her girlfriend. She knew Leonora would decline going though, she didn't like such events and she was also scared of getting caught and people having a more negative reaction to their relationship.

"Nora, please," Y/n begged. They were in their favourite spot of the garden, Leonora was sketching images of a tree with an apple as Y/n sat beside her with her hand laying lazily on the redhead's shoulder. Leonora sighed before she slightly turned her head to her girlfriend's and kissed the top of her forehead. "Sorry, my love, but I just can't and you know why." Y/n pouted her lips as she removed her head from her girlfriend's shoulder. Leonora looked at her with a soft smile, adoring how beautiful she looked upset, she leaned in and kissed her pouted lips trying to turn her frown upside down, which successfully worked as Y/n returned the passionate kiss and place her hands on the redhead's cheeks and caressed them delicately.

Eventually they parted but not a lot as their lips still partially brushed against one another. "I wish, that stupid rule didn't exist." Leonora spoke out. "I don't wanna have to see those revolting princes flirt you and ask you to be theirs." Y/n lets out a dry laugh. "You mean their dates to the ball?" Leonora shakes her head, "I mean, romantically, I've seen some of your male friends confess to you and wish for you to be their girlfriend." The redhead's eyes become a bit teary and she looks away trying to hide it, her tears, sadness, anger and jealousy. Y/n uses her index finger to turn her girlfriend's head to face her once more as she wipes a tear that falls on her lover's cheek. With a soft smile she says, "Then I assume that you've also seen me regret them all the time and cut ties with them. Nora, I will always choose you, you know why? It's cause I love you. And only you, whether or not we get caught, I will always want you, I'll stick with you till the end. Okay?" The redhead embraces Y/n in a tight hug and Y/n didn't mind that she was lacking oxygen, she would only occasionally get to see Leonora this vulnerable because she's always been taught to hind her emotions, so I'm not risking any chance to see her express herself.

Leonora decided to attend the Ever's ball as Y/n date, no matter how frightened and anxious she was about it. She loved Y/n and would do anything for her just as much as Y/n would do the same. Both girls have gone through other great lengths for another and going public about their love for one another would be the biggest one yet, as Y/n thought. But little did she know that the biggest sacrifice made would be by her.

On the night of the Ever's ball, Y/n stood in front of the mahogany doors of the hall, panicking. Around her was The Headmaster, her Dean of Good and Leonora's Dean of Evil. Their planned failed...miserably. Y/n and Leonora had entered the ballroom, hand-in-hand. All the Ever students, professors and the dean were mortified. They knew Leonora was a Never, from her black suit attire and cause was infamous in both schools for her mischievous behaviour. Leonora was immediately attacked by the fairies who tried to escort her off campus but she fought them off, the Dean decided to take matters into their own hands and blocked both of the girls out of the ballroom using a shield spell. Which lead them to the current situation they were in.

"What were you thinking?!" The Headmaster bellowed, his hands making extravagate movement causing Y/n to flinch. "We wanted to show everyone that there's nothing with feeling a romantic attraction to the Nevers as Evers," I exclaimed. The Dean of Evil looked down at Leonora who stood beside me. "Miss Lesso, where you apart of this?" They inquired the redhead who only smirked and said, "No." Y/n stared at her the girl beside her, dumbfounded by her answer, she tried to speak but the words got caught up in her tongue as she stammered a little 'What?' underneath her breath but loud enough for her girlfriend to hear.

"I was using her," Leonora stated confidently with her dirty smirk still attached to her face as she walked over to her Dean proudly. "She told me that she was in love with me and I thought it was revolting, but...I realized something, the daughter of the beloved Snow White...claims to like me romantically, this could work well in my favour. So I decided to swallow my pride and tell her a false 'I love you' so that I could have utter control over her." The Dean of Evil raised his eyebrow, impressed by her scheme while Y/n could only watch and listen in betrayal.

She recalled back to the first month of which they started dating, Leonora would occasionally ask Y/n for money and always exclaimed that it was for her to get potions she needed for her exams, or medication for a fever she had and Y/n would always give her the money she wanted. They started off simple at fifty golden coins, then they escalated to hundred, two hundred and fifty, three hundred and next thing Y/n was giving away over a thousand dollars to Leonora.

"I sucked out every dime, penny, quarter and dollar that I could get out of her and she willingly gave me every time cause she thought I 'loved her' as much as she did for me. I could never love someone, especially a filthy Ever such as herself." Leonora finally finished her little rant and her Dean merely laughed out loud and applauded her for the purely wicked things she did. "Why would you all of this?" Y/n inquired the redhaired who turned to look at her with a hint of disgust in her face. Y/n tried looking for a hint that Leonora was lying to her and everyone but she couldn't find none of it, not even in her eyes. And everyone knows that; eyes don't lie.

"It's simple Miss White, I don't like you, I never did. Did you really think that I'd care enough for you? I guess you must've not seen that page in the book I showed you all those years ago. "What do you mean? What page?" Leonora lifted up her right index finger and a dark purple light beamed. "I told you that your white light symbolized pure heart, remember?" Y/n eagerly nodded her head wanting to get to the bottom of the redhead's scheme. "Right next to that page was one that talked about a dark purple light, it stated; A person whose finger glow is a dark colour of any kind, it symbolizes that the person has a heart of Pure Evil." She ended her statement proudly, her iconic smile still on her face. "Don't be so down on yourself though, I did play my act extremely well."

"No kidding," I scoffed. All emotions of betrayal, heartbreak, sadness, and anger were all mixed up within Y/n. The Dean of Good finally spoke up and told the Dean of Evil to leave the building and return to their school with Leonora. Y/n tried to defend herself but it was no use, both the Dean and Headmaster believed Leonora's case and refused to listen to your reasoning. The next day, Y/n was expelled from the school however she still got her graduation certificate but didn't get to walk on the stage and wasn't even invited to the graduation ceremony. Her parents were ashamed by her actions and she was forced to marry a Prince by the name Arthur.

Y/n didn't even try to convince her parents to change their minds, she felt as if she deserved it. It was her fault for trusting evil, people were right about her...she was just as naïve as her mother. During the day of her wedding, she reunited with an old friend of hers, Clarissa Dovey. Y/n felt embarrassed seeing her best friend, thinking she'd feel ashamed that of her actions but she was wrong to her delight. Clarissa embraced Y/n in her arms telling her how much she missed her and would always be by her side, even with the scandal she went through. Y/n tried to convince her otherwise but Clarissa refused to listen she promised to be with her and Y/n only tightened the hug and let her tears cascade down her cheeks.

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37 years old:

Years passed by and everything went back to normal, people merely only talked about Y/n's affair as a fairy-tale and it soon became a forgotten topic. Fortunately for Y/n, the Ministry of the magic world uplifted the rule after the an incident happened when two girls from a small town came to the Schools of Good and Evil and coincidentally made both schools merge together. Y/n could help but send a mental 'thank you' to the two girls even though they returned back to their home. Her dream finally came true, good and evil were one. When the news broke out, at first people were hesitate but sooner everyone got used to it. Y/n's husband, King Arthur, confessed to her that although he loved her, he was in love with his ex-boyfriend who he had to break up with to protect their secret. Y/n felt happy for her now ex-husband, she actually did enjoy their marriage as to her surprise, he was kind, empathetic, smart and overall a true prince. They became good friends through their marriage and after their divorce they were best friends, both of them felt free even though they didn't mind being tied to one another.

King Arthur left the palace to Y/n to which she was grateful for and they didn't have any kids during their marriage because they didn't feel comfortable doing so and weren't even sexually attracted to one another so they wouldn't have a chance to enjoy it and they were both virgins and wanted their first times to be with someone they loved.

A month after the divorce, Y/n was living in her palace with her white cat, Snowy and her white rabbit, Frosty. She was accompanied with some guards and maids cause she couldn't clean and the house was too big to clean by herself in the first place. Y/n was in her bedroom talking with Frosty as Snowy laid on her lap asleep. One of the maids then entered her room after knocking handing her a letter sent from her best friend: Clarissa Dovey.

She excitedly opened, she didn't have any friends apart from her pets, Arthur and Clarissa so she was always giddy when she'd receive a letter from her two human friends. The letter was a wedding invitation to Clarissa's wedding. Clarissa had been talking about a person who she met and couldn't but feel attracted too and wrote to Y/n for advice at most times and Y/n was always happy to help her. The person she loved made her happy and that was enough for Y/n. However when she read the invitation, she choked on her coffee and stared at the letter, heartbroken.

Clarissa...was marrying Leonora.

[xjohwyx]

[bathylychnops]

gym gossip

the other artfight attack on my beloved @wigglybug the redhaired lady is amber (supervillain Oopsy-Daisy! she makes anyone in a radius to her very nervous and clumsy an nauseous. her bestfriend since highschool jett is always nervous and clumsy anyways so theyre best friends)

(theyboth love gossip so much jen is psychic hes so nosy )

[sapphireangelbunny]

The boys and their redhaired elven ladies

[wordy-little-witch]

It’s a shame that BuggyxFem!Shanks as a concept isn’t as popular as Fem!BuggyxShanks of Fem!BuggyxFem!Shanks, because as a concept it’s just … so fun.

Red haired Shanks, empress of the sea, heiress to a title left behind by Gol D. Roger himself, a force to be reckoned with, a legend.

Buggy: “Shanks? Yeah. Don’t get me started on that cow. We bunked together when we on Rogers crew and every.single.morning she’d wake me up by letting her rankass feet dangle from her Hammock above me and rub them in my face. SHE DID THAT UNTIL WE WERE 16!!!”

But at the same time Buggy having been head over heels for her since they where 12, thinking she is the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, not conventionally pretty in any way, too angular and sharp for that, a red headed, hairy legged, bruised little thing with a toothy grin that was missing a few, but she was RADIANT. He still thinks the same when he sees her wanted poster ages later, face scratched up and hair grimey and messy, but with a determination and confidence in her eyes that’s a far cry away from the stupid teenager he left in the rain ages ago, as an even stupider teenage boy with a crush on the girl he called his best friend.

No, Shanks has always been beautiful… and that’s why Buggy almost trips over his own feet when he sees her at Marineford again, smiling at him like *THAT* , hastily assuring her that she looks even greasier than the last time he saw her and it may be completely unprompted but btw she totally isn’t his type anyways blablabla-

(But also Buggy being so accepting of transfem Shanks even after all these years that he could be ranting about her for hours, but as soon as a crew mate makes an awful joke about her being trans he just stops dead in his tracks, grabs said crewmate by the color and just yeet!! off into the ocean you go…. Anyways GOD HE HATES SHANKS SO MUCH-)

While shipping Buggy with a lady is smth I rarely ever indulge in ((only time being when Buggy is trans too, more on that later-)), this is SO CUTE.

Buggy: gods I fucking HATE that redhaired BITCH-

Rando: *says smth transphobic*

Buggy: Ah You Have Chosen Death, I See

Just. Yes. Buggy being a mega tsundere about it is,,,,, so cute. Gosh and Shank really WOULD be a greasy woman. She's a pirate empress with an alcohol problem and manages to make the gaudy horror show that is her wardrobe WORK. Buggy cannot handle this. It's infuriating. She's infuriating. He has never once ever liked her, he swears it, he hates her so much and he'll scream it from the rooftops, he WILL, and no he is NOT BLUSHING SHUT THE FLASHY FUCK UP-!!!

And here I go ham on my own spin on this~

I'm just imagining them both as cabin brats, transfem Shanks, transmasc Buggy. They're Uncomfortable. They're each other's. Things kinda suck in a weird nebulous way, and it only gets WORSE when they both hit puberty and shit gets WEIRD.

Buggy's got some soreness on her chest, and Crocus gives her and Shanks The Talk (the horrors), and now everything is WACK because Buggy is NOT stoked about BLEEDING for a week every month what the FUCK, that's STUPID!!!!

Shanks meanwhile is gangly, is growing into his body, is so wildly uncomfortable without the words to explain it. He's struggling. He's looking to the only person he Vibes with, the only one who he doesn't need to fake it for, and he's choking on the weirdest burning feeling in his tummy. It makes him feel a little sick. He doesn't understand.

Finally, eventually, somehow, someway, they're both in their room together, laying opposite across the floor, head on each other's shoulders, Buggy's curls under Shanks' head, Shanks' locks tuckling Bug's cheeks. It's quiet. It's comfortable.

And they talk.

"I envy you," Buggy starts.

Shanks meets the admission with his own. "I'm jealous of you."

"Why?"

"It's weird."

"Yeah.... same."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Damn..."

Silence reigns. Buggy rolls over, forehead pressed to the line of Shanks' jaw. There's stubble there. It makes the younger pirate want to be sick.

It takes a while until they finally get the heads together and realize what it was. Frankly, I love the ideathat Buggy chop-chopped her tits off, claiming they got in the way during fights and so did it often to "keep up the control". Shanks finds them at one point. Buggy goes to rain he'll down on him for it. He's just.... kind of staring, though. A little pale. Shaking. Buggy isn't used to that look on him. And then Shanks asks.

"Can.... Can I...?"

"Can you WHAT, you stupid redhead?"

"Can I try them on?"

"Wh-" Buggy tilts her head. Shanks doesn't make eye contact. He begins backtracking. Buggy reaches out, pokes the other in the forehead hard enough to send him tumbling to his butt. She's blushing. "Don't tell anyone I let you.... but yeah."

"Huh?"

"Don't make me SAY IT, you moron!!!! You asked. I said yes. Get to it. Gods..."

So Shanks tries on Buggy's boobs in the safety of their room late at night. The only light cones from their lantern and the moon. It's quiet. It's peaceful.

Shanks stares at the mirror. There were no outfit changes, just a slip in and shift of fabric. Shanks is staring. Buggy is staring. It's quiet.

".... I'm paler than you," Buggy says after a few minutes of the other admiring the reflection in their small mirror. "Come here."

Shanks lets Buggy dab on some concealer, lets the other blend the color into a smooth transition. The redhead lets the blue haired pirate fix up the shirt, the breasts, the sash. Then both are turning to the mirror.

Buggy's chest is flat. Shanks's chest is not.

Shanks's clothes give an illusion of a curve. Buggy's clothes hide it.

"I look like a girl," Shanks says softly.

"I look like a boy," Buggy sighs.

They're quiet for a moment. Then Shanks decides to break the strangely fragile air. "I think... you'd look really good as a boy. If you... ya know.... wanted to be."

And Buggy side eyes the redhead for a moment before huffing. "You'd make a ridiculously pretty girl. Still gross, but.... pretty."

They share a look, then a laugh. Then they cry. Then the next thing either know they're hugging on the floor, trying to stay silent as they sob, clinging so tightly it was sure to leave bruises.

Shanks is 12, Buggy is 11, and they come out to the crew, hand in hand.

It goes better than expected. It is not, however, great.

There are many hiccups, and Roger is vehement on supporting both of the kids, on giving them the freedom and allowance to do and be whoever they are. Rayleigh is a little slower to the party, but he's getting there. Crocus tries to scare the kids with medical side effects of transitioning. Nothing dissuades them. Not much changes, but Buggy has a realization that he's maybe a little less of a MAN than something man-like. They're comfortable with themselves, and Shanks is still overbearing protective, Buggy's still explosively temperamental. ((And Shanks bit someone who called her far more ladylike than Buggy could ever be, right after insinuating that her Blue wasn't man enough. She did not apologize.))

Eventually, the crew manages to get in touch with Ivankov, and Shanks knows what she wants. Iva helps. Buggy is practically VIBRATING in excitement because Shanks looks so happy and healthy and good and is GLOWING and he wants to be just as flashy and cool and comfortable and-!!

And his body splits at the stab. He blinks. He blushes. He tries to force himself to stay together. He splits again. Iva is frowning. Buggy is trying desperately not to cry. Roger proceeds to come up with increasingly insane ideas, and they try them all, and it never works. Iva's hormones are a direct path, and seastone or sea water will negate the abilities. Buggy is.... out of luck.

Shanks tries to make Iva undo her changes. "If Buggy can't then I won't either!!"

It's not safe to immediately back-to-back change, Iva explains, and then Buggy plasters on a smile, fake and fragile and hollow and tells Shanks that if she does this, he'll kick her ass. She deserves to be happy, he says. He sounds genuine about it. Something about it doesn't feel right. The crew calls it his first "proper choice as a man". Shanks is bristling and Roger gives the men a harsh frown.

Iva considers the boy before them. "I may not be able to help this way," they admit, "but you can do it the manual way. It's medically possible. Many people do it, and there are many methods beyond just injections to achieve it."

Crocus, who had told both teens that it was impossible, tries to creep away. Roger catches him.

Ultimately, Buggy gets some T beginning at about 13. A late bloomer, Roger tells him warmly. It's enough for some mild voice changes, and Buggy is so excited, so stoked, so happy-!!!

And then he gets sick.

And then the crew goes to, names, returns from Laughtale.

And then Roger disbands the crew.

And then he and Shanks are alone.

And then two years passes.

And then Roger dies.

And then Buggy might as well have died for all that occurs in the wake of it all.

He loses access to all of his medicine, he spirals, he's essentially a dumpsterfire of a man, and then he grits his teeth, grabs the situation by the balls, and he makes his life himself.

Reuniting with Shanks at Marineford is definitely not on his list, but it damn sure happens, and he damn sure screeches his displeasure about it.

And he's only mildly angry that she manages to wriggle her way back into his heart as if she'd never left in the first place ((she didn't, but he'll swear loudly that he'd evicted her immediately)).

They keep it lowkey - at least as well as they can, between a lovesick lover girl and a flashy, easily flustered clown. Not much changes to common view, and between Buggy's rarely used network strings and Shanks' frequently underestimated poker face, they manage.

And finally? Finally, they're actually happy.

[incorrect-mairuma]

Ameri: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Ameri: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Clara: Uh...what's wrong with Lady Redhair?

Kerori: She's trying to yell health and wellbeing into us...

Ameri: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Elizabetta: It's working! :D