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cherrybombfangirlwrites · 1 year ago

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happy sts!! flipping the question around: what are your characters like at the beach?

~Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

Happy STS! Fuck yeah lets gooo! We're doing all the main casts for my main three wips for this bad boy:

FSF

Tris is relaxing on a towel or beach chair. A little insecure about her body in a feminine swimsuit, especially because it makes her look more like a man, but the others give her some confidence. She's staying in the shade with Kaye and they're reading books with Elliot <3

Lan is the snack master and constantly yelling at the others to drink water and put on sunscreen, especially Snow cuz she burns easy. They have a wide variety of snacks, and at least six different kinds of sunscreen

Snow wants to play all the games and make all the sandcastles. Erica, Triveya, and Sapphire are helping her and feeding the chaos.

Hestia and Kaye won't go anywhere near the water. They'll stay far up on the beach in the shade with books and their lovers thank you. Hestia ends up falling asleep on Elliot's lap while he's reading.

Sapphire is pulling pranks because she thinks it's funny, mostly moving people's stuff over a few feet while they're in the water or grabbing people's ankles. harmless but hilarious pranks like that. She also asks to be buried in the sand and realizes too late that she can't get out as the other chaos instigators leave her. Raven comes and digs her out

Cass and Erica are in the water and will stay in the whole trip if they can, barely coming out long enough for lunch or to make sandcastles. They attempt a Percy Jackson style underwater kiss, but it doesn't work very well. They're holding hands and kissing as much as possible.

Elliot is reading books in the shade and he can't be bothered to do anything else. He does think Hestia looks gorgeous in her swimsuit, and when she falls asleep on his lap he wouldn't move her for anything

Raven is very competitive and athletic, he likes water games, but would prefer games up on the sand like beach volleyball. (Sapphire thinks he looks very hot in his swim shorts and no top). He thinks Sapphire looks like the most beautiful person on the beach in her cute little pink tankini (bikini but the top is a tank top).

Triveya ends up burnt to a crisp. Luckily Lan planned ahead and brought aloe vera. Triveya pulls pranks with Sapphire, builds elaborate sandcastles (and even brings some little sand creatures to life with magic), and is dunking people

TCIO

Nickelle is the group's personal ice machine. She does have to stay hydrated a ton because her powers make her more seceptible to heat. She's in the water most of the time and attempting to dunk people

Asher is the group dad. He brought all the beach games, will do everything with everyone, and gets everyone ice cream on the way home. His boyfriend Damian would rather relax in the shade, but doesn't mind going down into the water for a bit

Gabby is mostly there for instagram pics- but not just her's, she's getting amazing pics of everyone. She would mostly like to stay in the shade and do her nails, but wouldn't mind some swimming or sandcastle building

Bryson is the group mom, he has all the snacks, and HE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN if you don't regularly drink water and apply sunscreen. He has a whole bag just for snacks, and six different kinds of sunscreen

Kylee, Chase, and V are the chaos instigators. They're pulling pranks (especially Kylee), burying each other, dunking people, and just in general almost getting the whole group kicked off the beach.

Kylee burns easily has major sensory issues with sunscreen, luckily Bryson has an extra soft and smooth one that's not oily or sticky. She asks to be buryied, only for Chase to grin and walk away. Nickelle comes and digs her out.

Chase is making a very detailed and elaborate sandcastle that's almost as tall as he is. He will bite if you come within ten feet of it. No, not even to help, you'll do it all wrong- He also burns easy and Bryson is hounding him every fifteen minutes to reapply sunscreen. He is fine with the water, but would rather not

Jason is just there for the Instagram pics. He apparently has his family yacht somewhere close by. No he's not sharing. The rest of the group leaves him and Chase hacks his credit card to get everyone popsicles and cotton candy, not that Jason would notice because there's so much money on the card it barely made a dent.

V is pulling all the pranks. they're grabbing people's ankles, dunking people, etc. They are also very competitive and want to play soccer or volleyball on the beach. They beat everyone by a landslide.

Galaxy Destroyer

Corie is hanging out in the shade with Hades. She doesn't mind at all, unless it's been for a while and hasn't gotten a minute to herself the whole day- then she's handing him off to someone else for a couple hours. If Hades wants to go look at seashells or play in the shallow water, she will absolutely take him. She can't fully get in the water because it will water log her cyborg parts, but she can get her feet wet (special leg sock for her prothstetic leg). If someone asks her to bury them, she's leaving them in the sand with a grin

Knox is the tired uncle/reluctant chaperone. He will yell at people to drink water and wear sunscreen, but he's unprepared and ends up buying a bunch of ice cream for people. He spends most of the day trying to keep them from getting kicked off the beach

Nova can't go in the water because it will mess with her wiring/internal workings. She also has to stay in the shade because too much sun will overheat her body like a computer does. She's happy to relax in the shade and read books.

Astra is pulling all the pranks and causing as much chaos as possible with Pandora and Aries. They almost get the group kicked off the beach.

Pandora wants to look at and study all of the ocean life. She's over by a tidepool somewhere writing stuff down in a journal and just ogling at all the sea stars and other little ocean creatures. Otherwise, she's causing chaos with Astra and Aries.

Aries is either with Pandora, or pulling pranks and causing chaos with Astra. Xey also love the water and don't want to leave (xer species home planet is mostly water)

Hades is happy as a clam. He wants to go in the water, look at all the tide pools, and toddles around looking for seashells and building the cutest little sandcastles. The crew will attack anyone who comes too close to or insults his little masterpieces and they give Hades all the praises for his mounds of sand with leaves on top.

Thanks @memento-morri-writes !

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romance-club-daily · 2 years ago

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RCD Edits Masterlist~

Random:

Lori x Adelaide Crossover

Q30 Queen x Teacher

Halloweekend 2023:

Jake and Kim as Ariel and Eric

Benedict and Sophie as Belle and Adam Ball/Peasant

Ari and Vera as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth

MCs as Greek Goddesses:

Selena as Selene | Catherine as Khione

Nikkal as Hestia | Emma as Clymene

Amber as Iris | Laia/Lale as Psyche

Theodora as Hebe | Liv as Bia

Adelaide as Gaia | Irene as Hecate

Agatha as Nemesis | Yasmin as Tyche

Lori as Amphitrite | Vicky as Persephone/Kore

Michelle as Terpsichore | Mia as Phoebe

Renée as Aphrodite | Lou as Athena

Audrey as Astrea

MCs as Disney Princesses:

Jaynie as Cinderella (Ball | Peasant)

#romance club #romance club game #клуб романтики #rc edits #rc artwork #romance club mcs as greek deities #rcd edits

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ogygiafm · 1 year ago

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welcome to ogygia, EVERYONE! please get us your accounts within the next 48 hours to avoid your role being reopened!

WELCOME ALI, you have been accepted as LUNA SANTOS (ARTEMIS) with a fc of BRUNA MARQUEZINE.

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WELCOME GIN, you have been accepted as MARIANA RIBEIRO (IRIS) with a fc of CAMILA MENDES.

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simcatcher-ts2 · 3 months ago

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SCARCEDY COVE NEIGHBORHOOD

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mymusehowls · 2 years ago

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adamantiumdragonfly · 4 years ago

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“...A time when the United States is what we fight for...”

The occupants of the Grisham Hall boarding house were no strangers to the war effort. Brothers, cousins, old flames, and sweethearts have been wrenched from their grasp, the only contact to their stolen loved ones is military grade pencils and scraps of paper. Estelle prides herself on her mind for numbers but a usurper from her past rears his russet head and threatens to steal her thoughts every chance he gets. Bessie has been searching for a home in every patron in that cafe but she’s left seeing his face everywhere she looks. Constance hears her lover’s voice on the wind, finding quiet in the graveyard shift of the machine shop. Margaret refuses to admit defeat but the distance between her letters and her love grows wider each day. Jeannette has read many stories about tragic heroes. Her childhood friend has told tales of his plans for wealth and ending the war on his own. She just hopes she has a chance to do her part first.

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No Ordinary Time

When the doorbell rang at the Grisham Hall for Ladies, it was a house-wide thrill, shivering down the very spine of the building and sending chills into every resident. A doorbell ring, with its chime calling every girl to their feet in a downward flight, could mean one of two things: a visitor or a postman. Visitors, particularly of the sought after male variety, were scarce since the war had been put on to boil some three years previously. Now, with the residents tending home fires and not the flaming passions of suitors, a postman was more likely. A postman, or rather post-boy, were the only kindling to the fires of romance.

But, on a dim March morning with the sky heavy and ready to bleed, the doorbell had been run and so began the usual stampede of pumps on hardwood floors. There should have been only two possibilities and yet, Jeannette Edwards wasn't a postman or anything that the anxiously awaiting faces expected. She had rung the bell and stepped back in surprise and a tiny bit of fright at the fervor and hunger that met her behind the door wrenched from it’s frame by a seemingly harmless girl.

She shouldn’t have been so ferocious of a predator as she seemed, this little thing with short brown hair and a dickie color edged in red ribbon but Jeannette stepped back all the same. This hadn’t been what Jeannette had expected either.

Grisham had come highly recommended, as a good, upstanding place for good, upstanding girls. Jeannette thought she had fit that description rather well and had packed her things in the carpet bag she now clutched tightly in one whitened fist. Could this carpet bag that had first belonged to her mother be used as a weapon to fend off this frightening girl and her hungry eyes?

“You aren’t Davis,” The girl huffed and moved to shut the door. Jeannette hadn’t come all the way from Hughestown to be turned away by someone looking for a Davis but she didn’t move fast enough.

A hand, surely one of God’s angels come down from heaven, stopped the door before the girl could shut Jeannette out from her new home.

“Sorry about that,” The hand’s owner said. She might as well have been an angel as she pushed the door open again, giving full view of her face. Not nearly as intimidating as this little rabid creature before her but there was something in her dark eyes that didn’t set Jeannette completely at ease.

“Oh,” Jeannette said. “That’s quite alright.”

“It isn’t really. Bess turns into a monster when she hasn’t heard from her beau in a few days,” The girl said, tossing her long black curls over her shoulder. She wore them loose, a stark contrast to the tight pins in the other girl, Bess’s, locks of chestnut brown. “Sorry you had to be in her path.”

“Who’s Davis?” Jeannette stammered, gripping her carpet bag tighter and trying not to wobble in her too big pumps. She had bought them before the war, when she had still been hopeful that she’d grow to fit them. But with spending frivolously unpatriotic and her shoe size stubbornly remaining, Jeannette had been left with loose pumps and aching feet.

“THERE HE IS!” Bess leapt past Jeannette, brushing her roughly in her flight off the wooden porch and flying into the dripping rain. She wore no shoes and her bobby socks were soaked on the puddled pavers as she ran towards the approaching youth in a yellow raincoat.

“Davis is the mail carrier.” the dark haired girl explained. “He was running late today. We get antsy when we don’t get our letters. I’m sorry I don’t think I-”

“Jeannette.” She extended her hand. “Jeannette Edwards.”

Those dark eyes studied her, flicking over her navy blue hat into which her frizzy tomato red hair was tucked, all the way down her too big pumps before shaking Jeannette’s outstretched hand. “Estelle Tran.”

Behind those dark eyes lay a studious mind that wrote down every variable and equation the world threw at her, bringing up the final unfair sum and accepting it as fact. Estelle was a woman of facts, something that Jeannette rarely dealt in.

The idea of chasing a mail carrier down flooded steps to retrieve a sought-after letter had never once crossed Jeannette’s mind but it seemed these girls found it a daily occurrence. Jeannette’s gaze was cast to the left of the doorway where the mailbox was hung, the address and the name of the establishment emblazoned on the wood in cut out letters.

“I’m sorry, I believe I came to the wrong place,” She said, gesturing at the box where the “I” had been replaced by a mystifying “E”. “I’m looking for Grisham Hall,”

“Oh you are in the right place,” Bess jogged back up the path, her stockings slapping against the stone pavers like webbed feet. “We knocked the ‘I’ off and had to make do. Grisham, Gresham. It’s all the same, really,”

“Jeannette Edwards,” The redhead pushed her hand forward, offering it to the creature who had been ready to shut her out in this damp cold. Bess seemed in better spirits now, a wad of letters in her hand.

“Elizabeth Ferguson,” Her bobbed brown hair bounced against her cheeks as Elizabeth leaned forward to take Jeannette’s hand. “You can call me Bess, Beth, I really don’t mind. Crops good this week,” Bess turned to Estelle and waved the mail under her companion’s nose.

“Stop waving and let me look,” Estelle plucked the letters from Bess’s hands, holding them out of reach as the brunette leapt for them.

“Hang on,” Bess cried, trying in vain to reach the envelopes. “Two of them are for me.”

When the correspondence had been returned to their rightful recipient, Bess squealed and darted back into the house, sliding across the foyer in her slick stockings.

“Better wake Connie and Margo,” Estelle called over her shoulder as she sorted through the last of the letters. She turned to go inside but paused, as if remembering that Jeannette was there, out in the drizzling rain and the damp air. “You are looking for Grisham Hall, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jeannette said. “I’m-”

“The new tenant,” Estelle finished for her. “Mrs. G told us. Come on then,”

Allowing herself to be waved inside, Jeannette cast her gaze around the foyer of cherry-stained wood and bright electric lights, a stark contrast to the gloom and doom of the world outside. The scent of lemon cleaner that hung in the air was the same brand that Jeannette’s mother had used in the houses she cleaned. A strange connection between the hills of Pennsylvania and the riverside of Virginia that was a comfort as much as a weight. This house was far too clean to be anything from Jeannette’s home and it fit the bill for good and upstanding. This house was the picture of American dreams and patriotism with it’s large staircase and adjoining room for a grand piano and little else.

Jeannette hung back as Estelle pushed her way further into the house as if she wasn’t stunned by the cherry-wood and lemon cleaner. Those too big shoes looked foolish and the wish for a pair that fit was unpatriotic in this bright house with it’s star banner in the window. Shuffling her feet, Jeannette cast her gaze down.

“Mrs G!” Estelle shouted. Deep from the belly of this house, came a faint response.

“She’s in the kitchen,” Estelle waited for Jeannette to follow her through the side door into a back hall, past the dining room set for an army and a sunroom that was dark under the storm brewing outside, and into the even brighter kitchen.

“Mrs. G, Ms. Edwards is here,” Estelle called and the woman at the counter turned away from the scraps of dough, her hands dusted in flour.

“I was expecting a call from the station,” Mrs. Grisham chided, wiping her hands across a spotless apron, sending a wince through Jeannette’s frame at the destruction of such clean linen. “We were going to send the car with Constance.”

“I took a bus and then a cab. It was no trouble,” Jeannette said. “I didn’t want to impose,”

Mrs. Grisham blustered and waved a hand, sending flour cascading into the air, assuring Jeannette that it was no trouble at all. She was a matronly, if not clumsy, woman who’s nice house and nice clothes set the tone for the good and upstanding boarding house she ran. The girls who had been in her care were loved fiercely and looked after tenderly with a maternal, if not iron, fist. She was no stranger to hard work and saw the running of this hall for ladies as her battlefield. While the muddied stairs and the young women were not German soldiers or Pacific islands, they were a worthy opponent all the same.

“I saw your banner, Mrs. Grisham,” Jeannette said, gesturing back the way she had come. “Your son?”

Stars marked windows and hearts, declaring that the ultimate show of patriotism had been brandished in that home. Their home fires were stoked a little more vigorously and their women sat in wait a little more earnestly. Jeannette had seen many on her trip down from Pennsylvania and knew still more in her hometown; there it stung to put names to the stars in windows.

“Yes,” Mrs. Grisham said, with a thin smile. “Arthur is in the Pacific. And you?”

“Two brothers in North Africa,” Two stars for Jeannette’s mother. “A cousin in the Navy, and a friend. Last I heard, he was in England.”

Those names were hard to forget. Brothers. Friends. Family. Everyone knew someone who was fighting, everyone had a letter that they could send.

Her friend had taken up space in her mind since he had waved goodbye on that train. She carried those dark eyes and that crooked smile in her carpet bag across state lines and into Norfolk, etched into her memory with the letters and the memories. Jeannette hadn’t heard from him in several weeks and she was growing steadily more concerned. They had grown up together and he had always been in her life in some form or fashion, in letters or in days under the trees.

“Mine too!” Bessie cried. “Postmarked Aldbourne.”

“Now, you know how Estelle feels about all this talk,” Mrs. Grisham said softly. “Did you have your address changed, dear? Letters are a big to-do around here.”

Jeannette didn’t cling to every letter, every word at first. She hadn’t known what a lifeline those pencil-etched papers of military issued paper, in the storm of the current world. She had begun to see how impervious the lead was to the wiles of the storms.

“My mother will forward any letters from home,” Jeannette said.

“Now, enough of all this letter talk,” Mrs. Grisham said. “You got a job on base, didn’t you?”

Jeannette nodded.

“You are in luck. Most of the girls here work on base and there is always plenty of room in the car. Dinners and breakfasts are as a home but lunches are up to you. I trust you’ll join us tonight? I’ve been saving my coupons.”

“Mrs. G is making her apple pie,” Bessie said. “It ranks 4th best.”

“I will win first place, mark my words,” Mrs. G teased. “You’ll find we are very relaxed here, Jeannette. I don’t care much what you get up to, just keep your wits about you. These Navy men-” Mrs. Grisham shuddered as if repelled by the thought of that branch of the US military. “Bess and Estelle will show you your room. You’ll have to share.”

Once Jeannette had assured Mrs. G that she had shared a room her whole life and it didn’t matter to her, the landlady smiled and waved them up the back staircase. Following the damp footprints of Bess up the third floor, she let her eyes wander to the photos on the walls. Scenic views of the river that Jeannette knew was only a few miles away shared space with the portraits of a young boy and a much younger Mrs. Grisham. Beside her was the assumed Mr. Grisham, who’s dark eyes followed Jeannette up the stairs long after his face had ceased to be represented in the family photographs. It was almost poetic, to see the changes in the family as Jeannette followed Bess and Estelle up the stairs.

Between the days by the river and the picnic blankets on the beach, Arthur grew up and Mrs. Grisham grew grayer. Jeannette had been a girl prone to empathy often to her detriment and felt the pang of nostalgia deeper as they ascended till the final frame on the landing showed the now older and grimmer son who Jeannette had seen as a child not seven steps back, dressed up in his uniform. Bess and Estelle had passed these photos daily and knew the stories behind them, having seen Arthur in the flesh before the Navy had stolen him away. They felt the pang as Jeannette did, but sharper. They knew the shy and quiet boy wasn’t in that uniform.

They ignored the second floor, leaving Mrs. Grisham’s shrine to how things had been before Arhtur untouched and continued to the third floor, where the photos were scarce and replaced with paintings of long forgotten relatives and odd landscapes. Bess paused to point out that the oar on the side of the boat depicted wasn’t actually an oar but a “sneaky duck. I didn’t know until Carrie told me. Looks like an oar, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose it does,” Jeannette admitted. “Did a Grisham paint it?”

Estelle turned from where she stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the lagging Jeannette and Bess. “The previous owner of this house, a great aunt of Mrs. Grisham’s, Beverly Simmons, was an amatuer artist.”

“Emphasis on the amatuer,” Bess muttered as she jogged up the last few steps. “Mrs. G doesn’t want to see ducks that look like boats on the main floor so we are forced to look at their sorry tails everyday.”

“I don’t think they look that bad,” Jeannette said, wanting to defend the ducks. She tilted her head, getting a better look. “Well…”

“They wear on you after a few weeks,” Estelle said, beckoning Jeannette up the stairs. ”You’ll see.”

The frightening vision of these misshapen ducks waddling up the stairs after her was enough to quicken Jeannette’s pace, securing her safety on the landing where Estelle and Bess had already moved on.

“You’ll be on the left,” Bess said, poking her head into a doorway and shouting, “Margo! Calm down, it’s just me. You’ve got a letter.”

The landing had an overstuffed armchair, a bookcase where all the inhabitants leaned to the left, and a single window that sent slanting gray light onto the wooden floor that creaked under Jeannette’s uncertain feet. It looked like a cozy place to sit and read on a rainy day such as this if there hadn’t been a weight in the air. It wound between the branching doorways, under the floorboards, and sank into Jeannette’s bones. It was an anticipation that was as intoxicating as it was melancholy.

The American homefront had known only one thing in the two years since they had found themselves in a simmering war and had taken it upon themselves to bring it to an unrelenting boil. In the heat of the flames of passion, love, and patriotism, the country was left with an immense shadow. The waiting. Like dolls abandoned in their beautifully crafted house, dust collected on their painted, smiling faces.

Jeannette had known the numbing of waiting, the thrill of the letter in her hands, the way she held them so tightly. Her mother hadn’t understood, quite so deeply. Ada didn’t understand, quite so sharply. She had never felt it as strongly as she did in this house. Women in a war but not fighting for it. Women who were aching for those who did fight but putting up their own battles. It was almost poetic, the anticipation.

This anticipation had become the drive behind her movement, the striking match to her move down to Norfolk. This fire needed to be stoked by more than just letters. Ink didn’t catch quite like working for the war effort. Jeannette had been fond of the meter and beat of poetry, finding solace from the cole-tinged air in the yellowed pages of Maffei, and Shakespeare. Her brothers and their friends never understood her obsession, save one. He would sneak books from the library in Pittston and slide them under her window. Jeannette smiled at the memory. She had spent many summer nights poking her head out that window, looking for what literature had been left in the window box of daisies.

“On the left, she said?” Jeannette looked at Estelle and pointed to the first door on the left. She made for the handle, palm grazing the cool metal when Estelle’s voice cut through the weight like a sharp knife.

“Not that room!” She snapped.

Jeannette would have stepped back if her shoes weren’t prone to wobbling so dangerously. She settled for snatching her hand back from the cold doorknob. Estelle’s fire had subsided but there was no apology, no retraction of her word. Jeannette didn’t offer an apology. She didn’t know what she had done.

“Oh, Jeannette,” Bess said, coming to her rescue. “Not that left. That’s Carrie and...Oh never mind, I’ll show you.”

Jeannette was ushered toward the next door and winced as Bess shouted at the inhabitant. “CONNIE! YOU’VE GOT A LETTER!”

There was a long stretch of silence followed by the snuffling sounds of deep sleep. Jeannette’s prospective roommate seemed to be undisturbed by Bess’s screech while Jeanette’s own ears were still ringing.

“Constance works nights with my roommate, Margaret,” Bess explained, her voice not at all strained by the scream from a moment before. “They are machinists on the aircraft for the Navy. We don’t see them very often.”

The carpet bag was suddenly quite heavy in Jeannette’s hand and tugged on her already aching shoulders. Bess noticed her wince and took pity on her new housemate. “Constance, I’m sorry but I have to turn on the light.”

The dark, peaceful oasis was suddenly illuminated by the light overhead and the lamp on the bedside that Bess mercilessly flicked on. Jeannette glanced around the now visible furniture, that no longer looked like looming creatures from nightmares. An empty bed, a dresser opened to reveal barren drawers, and a desk with the stability of a drunken sailor fresh from sea duty.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite alarm clock,” The lump of blankets that Bess insisted was Constance, said, her voice muffled. “Morning, Beth,”

“Very funny, Constance,” Bess said. “Do you want your letter or not?”

A calloused hand, scarred and rough from the late nights among the heavy machinery and scrabbling over metal carcasses of aircraft, withdrew from the quilts. Bess placed the offering in the waiting palm and, like the jaw of a predator, the hand snapped it up eagerly, drawing back to the safety of the quilts.

“Do you need help unpacking?” Bess asked Jeannette brightly. “I’m an ace at moving. I’ve helped most everyone on the floor. Except Estelle, of course, she’s been here since before the “I” fell.”

Bess was, indeed, an ace at packing and unpacking. This skill had been cultivated long before she had received her first letter, before she had been the smiling waitress at that destined cafe, when she was just Elizabeth Ferguson. Jeannette liked Bess. It was impossible not to. There was something about her short brown hair framing her face and the big brown eyes that made her so endearing and begged to be helpful. Jeannette couldn’t say no.

“If you don’t mind,” She started to say.

“I don’t!” Bess said, snatching up the carpet bag and throwing open the wardrobe on Jeannette’s side of the room.

Jeannette had never known a great abundance of belongings. Most of her life, she had seen this as an embarrassment, to know few and to have few seemed to be a weakness. That was, until she had accepted the translator position in Norfolk and packed up what little she had into a carpet bag. The carpet bag that had housed her pieces from home, her few books, and the clothes that had been worn through all in the name of the war effort, was thrown open. Bessie Ferguson no longer stood in that room, but a whirlwind of limbs, flying clothes, and knick knacks being placed just so.

“Where are you from, again?” Bessie asked, not waiting for a response, before plunging on with the next question. “Your brothers are in North Africa? I have a brother. He’s not fit for service, lucky bastard. Don’t tell Mrs. G that I swore-”

“Beth,” Constance groaned, tossing back the covers. “What time is it?”

“A quarter past four,” Jeannette supplied, glancing at her watch.

“I was hoping to get another hour,” Constance sat up, letter still in hand. She smirked at its contents.

“Another poem?” Bess asked, setting Jeannette’s Shakespeare and Maffei volumes on the teetering desk. “Connie’s beau is something of a poet.”

Constance’s mussed curls bounced as she shook her head at the younger girl’s words. “That’s generous of you, Beth,”

Whether or not the gift of prose was possessed by her pen pal, Constance didn’t seem to mind. Her sea green eyes scanned the page, soaking up every thoughtful word and stumbling line. Her fire was stoked by the glint of steel at night and the scrabble of poems written to the “lady by the sea”. It mattered not that Norfolk was on a river, not the Atlantic, the letters were addressed like that and she would be lying if she said she didn’t like the title.

Constance peeled back the blankets to set free the cat trapped beneath the coverlet, and chuckled at a particularly horrid, if not well meant, line. Her eyes fixed on Jeannette and extended a calloused hand to the newcomer.

“Constance Ramos. You must be Jeannette,”

The redhead nodded, accepting the rough hand in her own and giving it a shake. “I don’t suppose we will be seeing a lot of each other. I’m on the day shift.”

Constance shrugged. “We’ll be like ships in the night. We keep busy around here.”

“Passes the time,” Bess agreed.

“Between letters?” Jeannette guessed.

“We sound crazy about those damn letters, don’t we?” Constance said, chuckling softly. Her bare feet didn’t make a sound on the wooden floor as she stretched out her aching muscles. “They keep us going, more than a war effort ever could. I can keep bolting sheets of metal when I know my soldier is alive and when I don’t hear from him, it gets heavier. Do you understand?”

“I do,” Jeannette murmured.

Those letters had made a ship to steer among the waves of this new world Jeannette found herself in. Uprooted and unfamiliar, she clung to the letters signed with their scribbled J and the indiscernible followers. The thought of buying that ticket from Pennsylvania to Virginia had been encouraged by the letters in her pocket. If he could be thousands of miles from home for her, she could be transplanted to a new state for the aid of the troops.

Connie glanced over the books on the teetering pile of poetry on the desk as Bess hummed along to some tune. “You like to read?”

“Yes,” Jeannette said. “My mother had mostly Italian books but I have some in English now.”

The English volumes had been collected over the years, from the window box of daisies to the exchanges on the hill overlooking the breaker. The last book, The Grapes of Wrath, had been the final exchange on that hill. He had been given his orders and was only on leave for a few days. He had brought her a book. He had asked if he could write to her. Jeannette had said yes. Jeannette had cried. There had been no romantic declarations or bouts of infatuation. The words had been plain, just how he liked them and how Jeannette despised them.

Bess shut the wardrobe with a snap and turned, her skirt swishing around her knees and damp socks. “You a translator on base?”

Jeannette paused, not sure how much was allowed to be discussed. This attic seemed as safe as could be but what did those posters promise? Ships sunk by the careless whispers of loose lips. Glancing at the window, as if a German spy would be listening from the third floor windowsill, Jeannette nodded quickly.

“Oh you’ll likely see Estelle!” Bess cried. “She’s working as a computer on base.”

Dumbfounded at the disregard for secrecy, Jeannette sputtered. “Shouldn’t we-”

“Who’s going to hear us?” Connie shook her head. “We all know how to keep a secret.”

Bess nodded, setting the now empty carpet bag on the neatly made bed. She hadn’t been kidding about her skills in unpacking. Jeannette had barely had time for a single melancholy notion about the blouse she had worn to the movies with her friends or the books with the coal stained fingerprints. Jeannette hadn’t noticed this room becoming her own but in the space of a few moments, it looked like her childhood bedroom. The quilt was the same, the books were present and accounted for. It looked like home.

“Speaking of secrets,” Bess said, snatching up the patchy tabby cat set free from Connie’s bed and cuddled it tight to her black sweater, not minding the fur shed across the yarn. “Are you going to hide that poem from us, Connie?”

Constance blushed. “Maybe Jeannette can give it an educated read. I’m dying to know if my pen pal has a future in the arts,”

Jeannette flushed. Her hobby of studying beat, meter, and stanza had been an asset to her application for the NIS but she was hardly a professional. Perhaps, more of an avid appreciator. Her love of poetry hadn’t been the final mark in her favor for her application. The real seal to her employment had been the native fluency that having an Italian mother and late father provided.

“I’d be delighted to provide an opinion,” Jeannette smiled, sitting on the lumpy mattress where she would rest her weary bones for the foreseeable future.

Constance cleared her throat, making a big show of unfolding the letter and straightening her flannel pajamas.

“Someday I'll get back to you/ When the war is finally won/Then you know just what we'll do In the sheets-”

The rest was cut off by Bess’s shriek of surprise and a cackling laugh from Constance. Jeannette’s cheeks flushed red but couldn’t help a bark of laughter escaping her mouth, never mind the good and upstanding standard that Grisham ladies were known to uphold.

“Do you all get such poems?” Jeannette wheezed.

Bess’s mouth gaped in shock at such a suggestion, only furthering Constance’s giggles.

“I have never gotten such a thing from-” Bessie started to say but was cut off by the appearance of Estelle in the doorway. Drawn by the laughter and shrieks, her brow furrowed at the neatly put together room but the girls in various states of disarray found there.

“What’s all this then?”

“Another poem,” Bess said. “And no, Jeannette, I don’t get that kind of poetry from Dar-”

“Don’t say their names, Bessie,” Estelle chided, in the same sharp tone. As if Bess had put her handle onto a door she didn’t understand what lay beyond. “You’ll get attached.”

“I’d say it’s too late for that,” Constance said, folding up the letter and stowing it under her pillow. It wasn’t a disagreement but the statement of a fact.

“You say their name and they can break your heart,” Estelle said. It sounded as a warning to Jeannette.

“I don’t think names hold much power over love,” Jeannette whispered, almost to herself but Estelle heard.

Estelle’s calculations were rarely wrong. In mathematics and personal life, her calculations were quite often correct. Estelle was known to be the guardian of the third floor, taking the wandering women under her wing. While Jeannette had seen an angel, Estelle was a self described tragedy. She sought a way to shield each girl who crossed the wooden floors of Grisham Hall from such flights toward the sun.

“We don’t tempt fate here,” Estelle said, firmly.

A silence stretched between them. Estelle’s dark gaze and small stature didn’t lend itself to the imposing figure she truly was. Jeannette didn’t think she was afraid of Estelle. Jeannette didn’t know what she thought. There was a truth behind her words. The war bubbled and boiled around them and one couldn’t make too many plans for the future. Jeannette didn’t like to think more than one letter ahead.

“Estelle is ever so jaded,” Bess said, chuckling softly, trying to break the tension.

“I’m wise beyond my years,” Estelle winked at Bess but her steady gaze sent Jeannette’s skin crawling. “We don’t say their names so we don’t have to say goodbye.”

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To the real horatio,

I don’t suppose you can tell me where you are but know that I am safe in Norfolk. Mother will be forwarding any of your letters down to me. The girls I’m living with are quite the characters.

Bess is a little younger than me but such a dear thing. She’s the embodiment of springtime. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as happy as she is. Estelle seems to be the ringleader around here, like Adrian was to us in our childhood. I’m still forming an opinion on her. Constance is my roommate and we’ve gotten on like a house on fire. She works night shifts at the shipyard but when we do see each other it’s always good fun. We went to the cinema last week and saw Citizen Kane on her day off. She’s making songs on the piano out of her boyfriend’s poems. It’s very entertaining and has caused our landlady to faint out of shock more than once. There’s also a girl named Margo who lives on our floor. I haven’t met her for more than a few minutes but she seems lovely.

I’m glad to know that your CO is gone, the dreadful beast.

I’ve started to read the book you gave me. I’d like to read it to you sometime, like we did in high school on the breaker hill. If I sent you one of my books would you read it and think of me?

Your letters, as always, brighten my day. I know you fear that you have nothing of any interest to say but I find anything you say of interest. You say your words are not poetic but there is poetry in everything you do. You want to fly through the sky and end the war. While that’s admirable, do you know that I don’t expect this from you?

I’ve known you without money. I’ve known you without fame or excellence. I don’t care if you have either.

You are probably bothered by my ‘damn flowery words’. We’ve grown up together. Surely you are fluent in my own language by now.

It’s late. I have an early shift tomorrow. Be safe.

Love, Nettie

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eleutherixs · 5 years ago

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Closed Starter: @verafloros

With a cup of ambrosia on one hand and a cup of wine on the other, Dionysus walks up to Hestia with a huge grin on his face. If there is one person in this room that Dio is genuinely happy to see it’s her. She’s probably the only god in the whole pantheon that is genuinely good and Dio feels like he owes her a lifetime of debt. Which is a long time considering they are immortal. “Hes,” he smiles, giving her a hug, careful not to spill the drinks over her shoulder. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? He pulls back and takes a sip from one of the cups, finds out its ambrosia only after he’s tasted it. “I would say I got you a drink but these are both for me. Though if you would like some wine I brought from the mortal realm that I’ve made myself I will definitely share with you.”

#kaos:feast #feast: hestia #vera;

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maggotmouth · 5 years ago

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Most attractive people on the island?

arlo and florian are both beautiful in different ways. arlo’s is the cherubic kind, the angelic sort of splendour of youth, whereas florian’s is more of a statuesque beauty. the kind of beauty you’d see in a billboard for abercrombie and fitch. vera is attractive, but it’s only enhanced by her beautiful personality. i fancy andrés. there’s something dark and brooding and mythical about him that’s incredibly hot. and angele. if i could have anyone else’s face, i’d want it to be hers. fabian is attractive, even when he’s covered in blood. and sihyun’s body is one that haunts my dreams with it’s elegant appeal. but as silly as it sounds, there are attractive things in every face — in the slope of the nose or the shape of the leg, or in the jut of the hipbones as they taper down beneath trousers. i think the abdomen, the torso, will always be my favourite part of the human form.

#Anonymous #& eros / arlo.#& hades / florian.#& hestia / vera.#& deimos / andres.#& dionysus / sihyun.#& phobos / fabian.#& hecate / angele.

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moonkissedisms · 5 years ago

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contact info for @verafloros

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

The Ultimate Mom Friend

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Standard ringtone, Mora is basic

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[ from Mora; sent ] — i think i burnt water

[ from Mora; sent ] — send help

#tag tbd🗦 hestia / vera 🗧#🗦 answered 🗧

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abookishdreamer · 2 years ago

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Character Intro: Demeter (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mom by Persephone

Miss D by Liri

Demi by Iasion & the others

The Harvest Queen, Mother of Food by the people of Olympius

Age- 33 (immortal)

Location- Eleusis, Olympius

Personality- Demeter has an introverted temperament. She’s kind, generous, and nurturing. She’s fiercely dedicated and protective of her daughter. She's aware of her tendency to be a bit overbearing at times. She's recently single after ending a long term engagement.

Being the goddess of the harvest and agriculture, she has many powers & abilities. They include photokinesis, chlorokinesis, vitakinesis (healing), limited toxikinesis (as it relates to poisonous plants & fungi), atmokinesis (on par with Zeus), zoolinguism, limited geokinesis, taphokinesis (rot/decay manipulation), and being able to shapeshift into/communicate with her sacred animals.

Much like most of the beings in Eleusis, Demeter is vegan. She made the move there shortly before giving birth to her daughter. There, she founded a small agricultural college.

She's the only "A-list" god in the pantheon not to have a neighborhood inspired by her in New Olympus. She lives a very low profile life, not interested in the glitz and glam.

Her go-to drink is blackberry mint tea infused with hibiscus. She also likes aloe vera juice, coconut water, lychee juice, ginger ale, carrot juice, white wine, orange juice, mineral water, and Asteria's matcha tea. Her usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced green tea. When she drinks coffee, Demeter likes it with a bit of cream & brown sugar.

Demeter is the one of the few goddesses not to have a glamour doll collectible (by choice).

She's well known in the pantheon for her delicious vegan chocolate black bean brownies!

Demeter is a very skilled swordsman! She has an Imperial Gold sword crafted by the three blacksmithing cyclopes as a gift as well as adamantine sickles! She’s also informed in many styles of fighting- her favorite being capoeira.

A go-to that she likes getting from The Bread Box is the lemon edamame & avacado sandwich (on wheat bread) along with a kale citrus salad (drizzled with a red vinaigrette dressing).

She’s responsible for most of the supply of Olympius’ crops (as well as sending crops to the Underworld) & overseeing the production on all farms. The crops are then sent out to different establishments. Demeter is also the owner of a very successful hair care company called Glory’s Crown. The products are 100% natural and vegan & are very popular with millions of girls & women in all the realms! Her favorite go-to products to use are the sulfate free aloe & olive oil shampoo and conditioner & the almond and castor oil loc elixir.

She also makes homemade creams/lotions (she doesn't sell them), Demeter just does it for fun! Her beautiful dark skin is supple soft thanks to her homemade vanilla almond body butter. Demeter also makes homemade floral soaps that she gifts to neighbors.

Demeter loves snacking on white grapes and sunflower seeds.

In the pantheon Demeter's really good friends with Hera (goddess of women & marriage), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Argía (goddess of holidays), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Epione (goddess of soothing pain), Oeno (goddess of berries & wine), Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Elpis (goddess of hope), Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning), Elais (goddess of oil), Nyx (goddess of the night), Spermo (goddess of grains), Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, & nocturnal oracles and prophecies), Erebus (god of darkness), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Paean (goddess of physicians), and Damia (goddess of naturalness).

She was also good friends with Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music) before he dropped off the grid.

Outside the pantheon, she's also good friends with Iliana & Cyrus (Liri's parents).

Demeter had a falling out with former longtime employees & friends Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill) along with Eunostos' sister Promylaia.

She still has a good working/personal relationships with most other agricultural dieties like Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest) and Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates).

Demeter was an official mentor to Despoina (goddess of the arcadian mysteries, frost, winter, & shadows).

She personally respects & admires Gaia (goddess of the earth) and the established agricultural deity Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing).

Demeter will decorate her long dreadlocks with hair cuffs and wires. She's also fond of silk wraps, updos, & floral print headbands.

Her favorite makeup product to use is the Olmorfia lip gloss in the shade "Scorched Chocolate," a deep brown color. Demeter will usually line her lips first with a brown lip liner.

Some of her favorite meals include butternut squash risotto, sweet potato pie, coconut ginger chickpea soup, green bean casserole, and Iasion's homemade vegan pizza. She also likes Hestia's honey roasted corn!

She was gifted with the asparagus shaped jeweled Diamond Ave. clutch from Paean.

Demeter was in a long term relationship with a mortal man named Iasion, whom she calls "her greatest love." They met at a Cornucopia festival when her daughter was still young. He was the first person Demeter trusted to tell about her and her daughter’s godly identities. She ended things when some time after accepting his marriage proposal. Her other former lovers included Mecon (a mortal man) and Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest).

Her pastimes include gardening, yoga, aerobics, swimming, aromatherapy, cooking, sunbathing, kickboxing, acupuncture, surfing, reading, knitting, weaving, hanging out with her friends, painting, and most importantly- spending time with her daughter.

"There's nothing more powerful than a mother's love for her child."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #demeter #modern greek mythology #modern greek gods #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #demeter goddess #greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek myths

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tipsycad147 · 3 years ago

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Blue in Magick

By shirleytwofeathers

Magickal Purpose: Emotion, healing, mental, calming, tranquility, sleep, peace, loyalty, good will, purifying and protection, hope, sincerity, truth and patience, Poet or Bard, communication mental, written and oral skills Sleep, twilight

Magickal Uses: Water magick. Balance, healing, peace and patience, communications, health friendships, dreams, sleep, inspiration, harmony in the home, meditations. Since it is traditional to surround your magickal circle with candles representing each of the four directions, and since blue is the color of water (west) and sky (east), use a blue candle to represent either of these quarters.

Sensitivity, intellect, protection, calmness, benevolence, and wisdom are all invoked through the color blue. Eat blue foods, like blueberries, or blue corn, to alleviate stress. Burn blue candles to get out of harm’s way or bring a judgment in your favor. Visualize the color blue while taking a test, at it increases mental activity and relaxes and opens brain centers. Blue is a primary spiritual color; use it in rituals to obtain harmony, inner light, or peace. Blue is also a healing color and confers truth and guidance.

Variations of the color blue and their attributes:

Royal Blue: Healing, Promotes laughter and joviality; loyalty; use to attract Jupiter energy, or whenever an influence needs to be increased.

Light Blue: Healing, Spiritual color; helpful in devotional or inspirational meditations; brings peace and tranquility to the home; radiates Aquarius energy; employ where a situation must be synthesized.

Dark blue: Healing, Spells for creativity, peace and communication. Also for deep meditation and karma work.

Here are the magickal correspondences for the color blue:

Element: Water

Direction: West

Chakra: Fifth, Throat Chakra

Planets: Jupiter, Neptune, Mercury, Moon

Days:

Number: 3

Magickal Tools: Wand, Cauldron, Chalice

Scent/Essential Oils: Lily of the Valley, Honeysuckle, Cedar, Basil, Jasmine, Sweetpea, Lotus

Plant/Herbs: Carnation, Honeysuckle, Orange, Heather, Cypress, Hazel, Oak Moss, Mallow, Aloe Vera, Buttercup(communication), Daffodil and Baby’s Breath

Tree/Wood: Cedar

Animal: Dolphin, Whale, Mermaid, BlueJay, Gull, Giraffe, Robin, Deer, Ass, Clam, Lizard and the Frog

Combinations: Use blue, black, and white together for change and easy transition

Minerals/Stones: Azurite, Turquoise, Coral, Blue, Opal, Tanzanite, Sapphire, Chrysacola, Hematite, Sodalite, Blue Lace Agate, Lapis Lazuli (children), Aguamarine, Sapphire.

Tarot Cards: The Heirophant, Cups

Gods: Apollo, Asclepius, Bannick, Ceadda, Dabog, Dianceht, Esculapius, Forseti, Gucumatz, Hastehogan Lares, Kuan Ti, Penates, Tien Kuan

Goddess: Alcyone, Aphrodite, Artemis, Bannick, Brigid, Cardea, Concordia, Dugnia, Eir, Gula, Harmonia, Hestia, Hygenia, Karusepas, Kedesh,Kikimora, Kwan Yin, Liban, Meditrina, Neith, Pax, Rhiannon, Salus, Vesta

The Personality: Sensitivity, introspection, communication .This person has the sensitivity of a poet or an artist. Loves family and home. Is loyal, conscientious and observant. Also, may be a little more psychic than he/she believes themselves to be.

Monday/Moon, Light Blues – peace, patience;

Wednesday/Mercury, Blues – friendships, creativity, dreams;

Thursday/Jupiter, Royal Blue – honor, happiness;

Saturday/Saturn, Dark Blues – communication

Collected from various sources including The Encyclopedia of Magickal Ingredients and realmagick.com

https://shirleytwofeathers.com/The_Blog/magickal-ingredients/2017/01/page/2/

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selena-snape · 3 years ago

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Familia Snape

Primera Generación

¤ Morphin Nikolai Lazarus (1347-????) y Tallulah Aurelia Snape (1351-????)

Segunda Generación

¤ Gabriel Soren Snape (1389-????) y Conan Levi Malfoy (1834-???)

Tercera Generación

¤ Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (1881-???) y Gellert Amadeus Grindelwald (1883-????)

¤ Aberforth Florian Leighton Soren Dumbledore (1883-????) y Belvina Black (1886-????)

¤ Ariana Odolette Wilhemina Dumbledore (1885-????) y Arcturus Black (1884-????)

¤ Tom Marvolo Riddle (1926-????) y Marcus Eli Mulciber (1926-???)

¤ Valens Basilius Snape (1928-????) y Charles Conan Levin (1924-????)

¤ Tobias Vincent Snape (824-????) y Eileen Aiko Snape (1938-????)

¤ Pamela Demetria Malfoy (1931-????) y Elias Paul Voorhees (1928-????)

¤ Abraxas Ariel Malfoy (1936-????) y Persephone Avery (1935-???)

¤ Evangeline Ethel Malfoy (1938-????) y Lazarus Granville Sparda (????-????)

Cuarta Generación

¤ Crendence Aurelius Grindelwald (1901-????) y Lycoris Hesper Black (1904-????)

¤ Modesty Orianna Grindelwald (1918-????) y Michael Monroe Miller (1916-????)

¤ Valentine Desmond Dumbledore (1904-????) y Leroy Samuel Cooley (1906-????)

¤ Octavius Theodore Dumbledore ( 1908-????) y Minerva Ursula Parker (1905-????)

¤ Cassandra Eliza Dumbledore (1914-????) y Zivar Pollux Gallanford (1910-????)

¤ Callidora Eridanis Black (1915) y Harfang Ernest Longbottom (1913-????)

¤ Cedrella Oriana Black(1917-????) y Septimus Ronald Weasley (1915-????)

¤ Charis Scorpia Black (1919-????) y Caspar Dorian Crouch (1916-????)

¤ Trish Clarice Riddle (1954-????) y "Lady" Mary Ann Arkham (1958-????)

¤ Vanessa Octavia Riddle (1959-????) y Mike Spencer Peters (1952-????)

¤ Delphinie Savannah Riddle (1983-????) y Serena Angelette Denford (1981-????)

¤ Dominika Hazel Levin (1946-????) y Thomas Downey Richardson (1944-????)

¤ Vincent Alexander Levin (1951-????) y Daphne Rosie Campbell (1953-????)

¤ Niven Finnian Levin (1955-????) y River Aura Stone (1953-????)

¤ Devin Ivan Levin (1959-????) y Malorie Estella Van Kleiss (1962-????)

¤ Severus Tobias Snape (1960-????) y Ulaz Devereux Snape (1958-????)

¤ Ryou Nathan Snape (1971- ???) y Krolia Diane Kogane

¤ Jason Ezra Voorhees (1953-???) y Michael Gideon Myers (1957-????)

¤ Diana Madeline Voorhees (1961-????) y Mason Samuel Kimble (1960-????)

¤ Aphrodite Medea Malfoy (1952-????) y Ethan Marcus Nott (1950-????)

¤ Lucius Abraxas Malfoy (1954-????) y Narcissa Meissa Black (1955-????)

¤ Icarus Theodore Malfoy (1956-????) y Cassius Hastings (1957-????)

¤ Orpheus Lev Malfoy (1959-????) y Elsie Cobris (1959-????)

¤ William Joseph Dixon (1960-????) y Cassandra Janeth Lewis (1963-????)

¤ Kore Allegra Malfoy (1961-????) y Regulus Arcturus Black (1961-????)

¤ Pandora Luna Malfoy (1963-????) y Xenophilius Leland Lovegood (1961-????)

¤ Vergil Amos Sparda (1956-????) y Faith Mackenzie Myron (1959-????)

¤ Dante Alastor Sparda (1956-????) y Hope Melissa Myron (1959-????)

Quinta Generación

¤ Bastian Lynx Grindelwald (1924-????) y Riven Alexander Blackwood (1942-????)

¤ Theodore Niven Grindelwald (1929-????) y Amelie Luna Roberts (1931-????)

¤ Piper Delilah Grindelwald (1934-????) y Alvin Nicholas Dream (1932-????)

¤ Madeline Senka Miller (1933-????) y April Clarissa Wilson (1931-????)

¤ Percival Valentine Miller (1937-????) y Damien Thomas Haywood (1939-????)

¤ Benjamin Caleb Miller (1941-????) y Abigail Aura Cooper (1938-????)

¤ Micah Vladimir Miller (1945-????) y Louis William Afton (1946-????)

¤ Albia Bellona Miller (1949-????) y Gideom Silas Murphy (1945-????)

¤ Manon Ariana Miller (1952-????) y Cassius Roderick Abbott (1950-????)

¤ Ian Mason Dumbledore (1924-????) y Bellona Damara Huxley (1921-????)

¤ Ada Demetria Dumbledore (1929-????) y Azura Jasmine Brooks (1927-????)

¤ Kitty Xanthe Dumbledore (1933-????) y Ryan Christopher Everett (1930-????)

¤ Charlotte Macellina Dumbledore (1938-????) y Sebastian Artemis Jensen (1935-????)

¤ Demetrius Kieran Dumbledore (1942-????) y Ulric Frederick Golding (1940-????)

¤ Fabian Leonard Gallanford (1931-????) y Evan Diaval Merton (1935-????)

¤ Sarah Elizabeth Gallanford (1935-????) y Juliette Liona Lancework (1933-????)

¤ Marjorie River Gallanford (1938-????) y Alder Amadeus Holecraft (1940-????)

¤ Edward Florian Longbottom (1934-????) y Augusta Margaret Longbottom (1936-????)

¤ Algie Lazarus Longbottom (1937-????) y Enid Verna Longbottom (1939-????)

¤ Daniel Vincent Longbottom (1942-????) y Coraline Eliza Longbottom (1945-????)

¤ Gabriel Roderick Weasley (1941-????) y Malia Juniper Lenington (1943-????)

¤ Norman Carlton Weasley (1945-????) y Doris Ariana Armstrong (1947-????)

¤ Arthur Marlon Weasley (1950-????) y Molly Elliana Prewett (1950-????)

¤ Casthora Aura Crouch (1934-????) y Aaron Leonard Luthor (1930-????)

¤ Aries Adeline Crouch (1937-????) y Theresa Rose Taylor (1935-????)

¤ Bartemius Crouch (1940-????) y Rebecca Maia Crouch (1941-????)

¤ Lilith Moira Riddle (1983-????) y julian Cameron Grey (1980-????)

¤ Theodore August Peters (1976-????) y Magnus Roman Watson (1978-????)

¤ Hazel Opal Peters (1983-????) y Meredith Mavis Monroe (1981-????)

¤ Bloom Larissa Peters (1997-????) y Sky Aurelius Peters (1997-????)

¤ Cora Stephanne Riddle (2005-????) y Alucard Magnus Holland (2002-????)

¤ Francis Ezra Riddle (2008-????) y Archibald Niven Allender (2008-????)

¤ Aaron Christopher Riddle (2012-???) y Verena Michelle Dyer (2010-????)

¤ Joshua Stephen Riddle (2013-????) y Esther Amalia Holt (2015-????)

¤ Charles Samuel Riddle (2016-????) y Ruby Stephanie Saffron (2018-????)

¤ Iris Aurelia Riddle (2018-????) y Marshall Everett Conrad (2016-????)

¤ Theophania Calliope Richardson (1964-????) y Corinne Roxanne Everleigh (1962-????)

¤ Arabella Beatrix Richardso (1968-????) y Henry Oliver Brooks (1966-????)

¤ Kai Dominick Richardson (1971-????) y Flynn Milo Wolf (1969-????)

¤ Willow Cosima Levin (1969-????) y Nicoletta Pomona Wilford (1967-????)

¤ Fern Violet Levin (1972-????) y Marie Honoria Ollivander (1970-????)

¤ Euphemia Alessandra Levin (1974-????) y John Florean Palmer (1972-????)

¤ Dorothea Giovanna Levin (1978-????) y Elladora Eloise Gibson (1975-????)

¤ Salazar Lucius Levin (1973-????) y Holly Avalon Barnes (1970-????)

¤ Eleanor Hope Levin (1977-????) y Savannah Genevieve Shaw (1975-????)

¤ Gracie Isadora Levin (1979-????) y Marvin Declan Sullivan (1983-????)

¤ Alec Aurelian Levin (1982-????) y Claire Piper Johan (1980-????)

¤ Mason Ezekiel Levin (1986-????) y Clementine Octavia Albion (1983-????)

¤ Lotor Comet Snape (????-????) y Giovanni Benjamin Lestrage (1974-????)

¤ "Moon Demon" Darius Angelo Snape (1973-????) y "Dark Angel" Arianne Alysson Snape

¤ "Killer Shadow" Lazarus Ignatius Snape (1973-????) y "Ice Demon" Urania Calliope Snape

¤ Morterius Snape (1973-???) y Hisirdoux Artemas Casperan (1098-????)

¤ Severina Tabitha Snape (1975-????) y Valentine Orion Dencort (1972-????)

¤ Ursa Destiny Snape (1975-????) y Vladimir Micah Masters (1964-????)

¤ Regulus Orion Snape (1977-????) y Angel Archibald Mountford (1975-????)

¤ Cygnus Arcturus Snape (1977-????) y Cassius Warrington (1977-????)

¤ Elle Rigel Snape (1979-????) y Touta Matsuda (1978-????)

¤ Beyond Aurelian Snape (1979-????) y Teru Mikami (1982-????)

¤ Emma Elizabeth Snape (1983-????) y Verna Clarissa Rawlinson (1981-????)

¤ Eileen Umbra Snape (1983-????) y Samara Enola Norton (1984-???)

¤ Ariel Kolithace Snape (1985-????) y Clementine Amarah Gorgon (1985-????)

¤ Alexander Valens Snape (1985-????) y Cassidy Vienna Keller (1987-????)

¤ Lysander Nikolaus Snape (1985-????) y Gabrielle Delacour (1986-????)

¤ Minerva Evangeline Snape (1986-????) y Alexia Mary Ray (1989-????)

¤ Walburga Aries Snape (1988-????) y Lynn Juniper Dumbar (1986-????)

¤ Druella Angelette Snape (1988-????) y Lazarus Julian Norton (1991-????)

¤ Raphaela Bellatrix Snape (1990-????) y Finnegan Glenn Gardens (1988-????)

¤ Selena Narcissa Snape (1993-????) y Barbara Rose Kidman (1996-????)

¤ Regris Niven Snape (2001-????) y Acxa Valda Snape (2003-????)

¤ Kevin Ethan Snape (2001-????) y Cooper Joseph Daniels (1999-????)

¤ Gwendolyn Hiroko Snape (1994-????) y Emily Flora Blunder (1997-????)

¤ Ezra Yamato Snape (1998-????) y Aidan Vincent Holdcroft (1999-????)

¤ Ryan Yoshio Snape (2001-????) y Janet Mary Eastmond (2008-????)

¤ Keith Akira Snape (2005-????) y James Griffin (2005-????)

¤ Mako Etha Snape (2006-????) y Patricia Harriet Smith (2009-????)

¤ Yuriko Edith Snape (2008-????) y Harvey Everett Aylesworth (2006-????)

¤ Morgana Kendra Voorhees (1973-????) y Carrie Margaret White (1970-????)

¤ Jessica Lorna Kimble (1980-????) y Steven Freeman (1978-???)

¤ Dante Dorian Nott

¤ Dominick Edgar Nott

¤ Theodore Phineas Nott (1979-????) y Pansy Genevieve Parkinson (1980-????)

¤ Audrey Andromeda Malfoy y Andre Perseus Bourgeois

¤ Gabriel Bastian Malfoy y Emilie Calliope Graham de Vanily

¤ Roynard Hydra Malfoy y Violet Rowena Deekers

¤ Raymond Lynx Malfoy y Cedric Atticus Diggory

¤ Draco Lucius Malfoy y Astoria Coraline Greengrass

¤ Marcus Malfoy

¤ Elias Malfoy

¤ Magenta Malfoy

¤ Daphne Malfoy

¤ Elladora Malfoy

¤ Garlan Malfoy

¤ Farlan Malfoy

¤ Merle Ariel Dixon y "Jesus" Paul Finnegan Rovia

¤ Hope Leah Dixon

¤ Carl Thomas Dixon

¤ Levi Armand Dixon

¤ Daryl Hunter Dixon y Rick Jonah Grimes

¤ Nigellus Aries Black

¤ Cygnus Alphard Black

¤ Walburga Vera Black

¤ Phineas Arcturus Black

¤ Cassius Florian Lovegood

¤ Myra Hestia Lovegood y

¤ Luna Pandora Lovegood

¤ Vitale Astaroth Sparda

¤ Neron Asura Sparda

¤ Merak Emory Sparda

¤ Armand Vincent Sparda

¤ Nicholas William Sparda

¤ Septimus Conan Sparda

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