#• character: poppy winters

[pawfulofwaffles]

Nhnhnhn holidays

It’s very snowy, Eddie better be careful delivering mail…

(In the first picture, since it’s hard to read, Frank is saying “Happy Hanukkah” and Howdy is saying “Merry Christmas” and their exclamations are colliding, so they just go with “Happy Holidays” instead)

[vampstel]

Baking with mama Rei… euuuu they’re so cute :((

[xbomboi]

how Ever After High characters treat ice in drinks

raven: asks for no ice when she remembers to, otherwise chews on the ice cubes

apple: barely even takes a sip of her drink at all

briar: asks for no ice

maddie: asks for no drink in her ice

ashlynn: doesn’t gaf

cerise: chews on the ice cubes

faybelle: duplicates the ice cubes with magic

darling: does the same shit apple does

dexter: asks for no ice; they give it to him anyway

daring: looks at his reflection in the glass

cedar: are you stupid? she’s a puppet.

duchess: doesn’t order a drink but regrets it later

sparrow: chews on the ice cubes

blondie: it has to be just right.

cupid: drinks the ice cubes after they melt

hunter: asks for Extra ice

lizzie: off with the ice!

kitty: nobody knows. she doesn’t eat out.

alistair: plays with the ice cubes with his straw

bunny: idfk but instead of a fruit her weird ass puts a carrot on the rim of the glass

chase: drinks exclusively from water bottles

courtly jester: probably drinks dangerous chemicals.

humphrey: asks for no ice but orders Two drinks

hopper: asks for no ice because he sits in his drink. weirdo…

holly: too busy being a chatterbox to order

poppy: orders for her and holly; they both get ice

ginger: is probably making the drinks tbh

melody: doesn’t gaf

meeshell: terrified of ice in her drink

justine: drinks the ice cubes after they melt

ramona: eats the ice cubes First.

jillian: doesn’t gaf

nina: gets ice and shrinks down to stand on it while sipping from the straw

farrah: has whatever ashlynn gets

crystal: take a guess. no take an actual fucking guess as to what Crystal “Winter” does.

[athena-xox]

Changing the characters featured in each special without doing any research (it’s been like 2 weeks since I’ve proper watched eah).

True hearts day - chefs kiss it’s perfect

Thronecoming - I like the characters with their side plots but specifically for those going into the storybook of legends I would change blondie and cedar. Blondie would be at the game, it makes no sense why she was there (unless she followed them but she would have to be covering the game anyways so??) and cedar because I feel like they either should have focused more on her being able to lie or just cut her. I would replace them with 1 kitty because she could cover both the plot points that blondie n cedar bring (aka finding out where to go and how to get in) because I think definitely smth could be worked out with her going into the in between. And then I’m in between Ginger and Holly for the 8th girl. I feel like Ginger just because she’s important for spring unsprung so it would make sense to meet her earlier, but also then the focus would be less on raven + briars horrible destinies and on gingers. And I think that Hollys destiny makes a lot of sense for a quick little montage but then that brings the question on if it should be poppy instead or if the sbol they go into is a fake or not.

Spring unsprung - for the girls who get outfits from Lizzie I’m not going to switch them for Maddie and Kitty even tho it would make sense for Lizzie to make the outfits for them (but then again I’m pretty sure the og queen of hearts doesn’t even know who the Cheshire Cat + Mad Hatter r) so the only one I’ll switch is Holly. Just because I didn’t commit to her for the thronecoming arc and so I feel like she doesn’t really need to be there. I would switch her for Farrah (ik she didn’t exist yet but do I look like I give a fuck?) because in the diaries her cedar and Lizzie design together. And briar and cerise can stay because they’re featured and they are like main characters. The others in this special make sense tbh

Way Too Wonderland - ok yeah it makes sense for the 6 girls. The 3 wonderlandians who left pre curse that makes sense. Briar who is literally the catalyst for all these events. And the two main characters. If I could add someone I’d add cerise because her parents got married in wonderland, which could create an interesting plotline, and after spring unsprung her character was kinda discarded which is too bad. The others (the charmings + bunny and Alistair can stay too). Mm honestly I’d remove faybelle. It makes sense for her to be there just to establish her character before dragon games + epic winter but she wasn’t needed. Honestly could switch cerise with her.

Dragon Games - now here’s where I start to actually dislike the line up not just in a nitpicky way. Okay so off the top of my head the ones who compete in the dragons games are Melody, Lizzie, Poppy, Darling, Holly, Apple, Ashlynn, Maddie and Raven. I’m sorry what?! No briar?! Or cerise?! Immediately cutting Lizzie and Melody for those two. And I feel like Ashlynn could be replaced by Jillian, Cupid, Ramona or Nina. And then for those who go to the forest originally are Raven, Darling, Maddie, Ashlynn, Poppy, and Holly. Definitely adding Briar because that just makes this so much more interesting / briar’s rebel arc could have happened!! I’d either just add her to the existing group or if cut the O’Hair twins and also add cerise because cerise is close friends with raven and is seen with darling lots.

Epic Winter - so if you know me yk were cutting rosabella. I’m very tempted to just add Lizzie but we will resist the temptation. I’ll definitely be changing this one a lot. So the crew is Briar, Faybelle, Ashlynn, Blondie, Rosabella, Daring and Crystal. Cutting Blondie & Daring and adding Poppy and Duchess. Okay that might not look like a big change but im changing who gets which arc. Those with flowers are now Briar, Rosa, Poppy and Crystal. Ashlynn is just there because she’s friends with Crystal not because of the flower. Faybelle is there for the same reason. Rosabella is just there because of her flower, of course she becomes friends and stuff but the whole ‘I can fix him’ thing is gone. Instead this is poppy and duchess. Whether or not it’s seen as a ship or friendship Duchess is the one who needs redemption not Daring. Also I just found the blondie wanting a real story arc to be stupid

Forest Fest - I forgot this is considered a special? Is it considered a special? Anyways I think it’s fine I found it annoying how raven and dex had to be the ones to save the girls it could literally be anyone else. I found Poppy kinda a random choice for blondie to take, like just for the hair?? Maybe Ginger instead because she also has a show and they could be going together.

Tbh I want to make another post with in depth analysis

[tazmilygray]

Kirby OC creation game

First letter of your URL is your character's species!

A - Puffball (like Kirby)

B - Penguin (like Dedede)

C - Whatever the mages and haltmanns are

D - Jambeliever

E - Key Dee

F - Scarfy

G - Waddle Doo

H - Burning Leo

I - Chilly

J - NESP

K - Noddy

L - Poppy Bros Jr

M - Paint Witch

N - Hamster

O - Human

P - Ripple Star Fairy

Q - Spider

R - Whatever Magolor is

S - Squeaker

T - Fecto

U - Awoofy

V - Octopus (like Chuchu)

W - Waddle Dee

X - Keke

Y - Whatever Tiff and Tuff are

Z - People of the Sky (flower fairies from KTD)

Favorite Season = Their Fighting Style!

Spring - Ranged Weapon

Summer - Melee Weapon

Fall - Healing/Support

Winter - Mage

Fave Color = What magic they specialize in, if any

Red - Fire

Orange - Rock/Ground/Earth

Yellow - Electric

Green - Nature

Blue - Water

Purple - Poison

Pink - ESP/Psychic

Black - Ghostly

White - Ice

Fave Flavor = A big part of their personality, a main trait

Sweet - Headstrong

Sour - Kindhearted

Salty - Short-tempered

Spicy - Selfish

What you like best will determine your character's Matter type

Clouds - Heart Matter

Rain - Soul Matter

Stars - Dream Matter

The Moon - Dark Matter

I hope this wasn't too much, I'd love to see what you create so, if you decide to use this, if you don't add on to a reblog, tag me if you upload what you make!

[maimingaffairs]

HII IM DEEPLY AMAZED BY UR WRITINGS CUZ U GOT ME GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL AND KICKING MY LEGS. ANYWAYS!!

I would like to request angst to fluff for Aleksander where they were past lovers but reader was killed just like what happened to Luda. Eventually on the present time (Alina's timeline ig), during the winter fete, Aleksander saw reader's face as Alina was doing her magic showcase ig and Aleksander followed reader outside (maybe for fresh air) and then thats when reader started getting flash backs maybe a headache (DO UR MAGIC HERE LOVE) and maybe when whe wakes up, he's asleep by her side and she just says "Sasha?" in that sweet tone and ALL FLUFF

(SORRY IF THIS WAS A BIT LONG, IM KINDA HAVING AN ENERGY OUTBURST)

hi my anon baby <3 i worked on this for a couple of days. sorry it’s so late!!! i feel as if i’ve seen a couple fics like this and i tried to make it as different as i could while still staying within the margins of your request… i hope it’s okay.

warnings: canon typical violence, character death (kind of?) blood, angst, fluff, all of it. just all of it.

word count: 4.7k

of Wildflowers & Damnation

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

-

Some days were easier than others. Just as on the other side of the coin, some days were harder. Inconveniently, today happened to be one of the harder days for Aleksander. He tried to reason with himself often that after nearly five hundred years of living, that he shouldn’t be so affected by loss anymore. 

That didn’t make it any easier, unfortunately. He’d lost so much in his life, that he didn’t mourn so heavily, and then he’d lost you. 

He’d met you nearly two hundred years after the creation of the fold, and to say he loved you would be to say it was only a bit cold in the arctic, which is to say, it was a gross understatement. He loved you more deeply than he ever knew was possible, and perhaps that’s why it was so terribly hard to accept even all these years later, that you just weren’t alive any longer, while he lived on. 

He had tried to bring you back, he really did. Much to his mother’s dismay, for the second time in his life, he resorted to the use of merzost to heal you. But you never woke. 

Aleksander stood silently near his door. It was nearly time for him to find Alina, to join the festivities at the Winter Fete, to show the country’s most influential just how powerful the Sun Saint really was. He knew it was time to go, but his mind wouldn’t rest.  It wouldn’t stop replaying your last day with him. 

-

The two of you walked hand in hand through the forest that was just behind your small home. Aleksander wasn’t normally one for such plain and domestic types of endeavors, but the wildflowers were blooming in the valley at this time of year, and he wanted nothing more but to see you smile at them, as you did every year before that. 

“Do you have a favorite flower, Sasha?” You had asked him softly and looked up at him with a big grin. You better than anyone knew that he wasn’t much of a flower person, but the question was still on your mind as you walked together. 

He thought to himself for a moment as he peered down at your excited face and then he shrugged, “Oh, there’s too many to choose from, my lovely. Perhaps a dandelion.”

“Dandelions are weeds, Aleksander.” You pointed out and he shook his head and nudged your side. 

“They still bloom, do they not?”

You didn’t seem to like this answer, because you simply huffed under your breath and gave his hand a little squeeze, “Okay but I meant a real flower. Not a little yellow weed.” You insisted. 

He thought for a moment longer and then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline, “Alright. Poppies.” He finally conceded and you seemed to like this answer much more than the last, because you hummed and sidled up to him sweetly, your head resting against the side of his arm. 

“Poppies. I would’ve taken you for a rose person.” You mused. 

“And why roses?” He asked, curious to hear your response. 

“Because. They’re terribly beautiful, but you wouldn’t dare just grab one recklessly. They’re covered in thorns. You have to be gentle with them, work around the thorns. Then it’s yours to have. Kinda like you. Just gotta work around your thorns.” You replied and then let out a tiny giggle, “At least, that’s what I did. Seemed to work out just fine for me.” 

Your words made his chest feel as if it was flooding with impossible new amounts of affection for you and he stopped the two of you where you walked and he leaned down to delicately wrap both of his arms around your waist. You eagerly wrapped your tiny arms around his shoulders and he moved down a bit more, closer to your level. 

To Aleksander, you were the sweetest thing in the world. Everything from your kind smile to your fiery attitude made him swell with love for you. To love and be loved in return was such a strange concept for him to grasp. Especially when the returned love was given by such a gentle soul such as yourself. He often found himself unworthy of such a love, unworthy of your kindness, your care, your acceptance. You knew of his past transgressions, yet you loved him anyways, always insisting that mistakes get made. Everyone messes up. To the world, he was The Darkling. The Black Heretic. A wicked man with a soul as dark as his eyes. That version of himself even existed in his own mother’s eyes. But to you, he was simply Aleksander. 

He held you even tighter now and he buried his face in your hair for a long time before he slowly pulled away from you and brought his hands up to delicately cup your face. He held your face so gently as if he was convinced it would shatter between his fingers and he watched your eyes, fascinated by you. 

“What a sweet little thing, you are. What did I ever do in this life to have been blessed with such a love?” He asked softly, leaning down to nudge his nose against yours a few times. 

“If I had to guess, it might have had something to do with your sympathy for weeds. I suppose they need love too.” You teased, and he didn’t even bother rolling his eyes at your teasing before he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and placed your hands on top of his, letting out another little giggle into his mouth. He pulled back and watched you in amusement, a smile spreading across his own face. 

“What could you possibly be laughing at during a moment like this?” He asked and you scrunched your nose up and patted the backs of his hands a few times. 

“Your beard tickled my lip.” You replied gleefully, your eyes meeting his in a mirthful gaze. 

He slowly pulled away from you and took your hand again, pulling you into his side as the two of you started to walk once more, “Shall I cut it then?” He asked and chuckled. 

You practically skipped alongside him as the two of you walked and you shook your head, “No. I think you look handsome. But you might need a haircut soon. You’ve got bangs nearly.” You pointed out and reached up with your free hand to push a strand of hair away from his eyes, “Don’t worry. I can do it for you.” You added and laid your head against the side of his arm once again. 

He laced his fingers in between yours and gave your hand an affectionate squeeze as he led you down along the dirt path, “How have your lessons with my mother been going?” He asked. 

It was your turn to nearly roll your eyes now and you took a quick glance up at Aleksander, “Well. She doesn’t like me much, and I’m still not very good at controlling my fire so… to be continued. Maybe. I don’t know. Perhaps I just don’t want to learn anymore. I have no use for these powers.” You replied and tapped the side of his hand with your pinky finger. 

You were an Inferni, a poor one at that. Normally Aleksander would protest and tell you to embrace your gift but he didn’t this time, resigning to let you speak your mind. If you didn’t want to pursue your abilities, he wouldn’t force you, “I don’t think she dislikes you.” He replied down at you finally. 

“Oh, I think she does. She’s always got a backhanded comment locked and loaded just for me.” You argued with a little sigh. 

Aleksander knew it wasn’t you that she disliked in specific. It was just the fact that his mother disliked the fact that he was selfish enough to let himself love you. She always insisted that he’d ruin you, just like the girl he loved before you. She insisted that he wasn’t meant for you, always telling him to set you free before he inadvertently broke your wings. Deep down, he knew his mother was right. She usually was. But he couldn’t bring himself to ever make you leave. Not now. He was too far in. 

He shook his head a couple of times and sighed, “She’s not exactly inviting. But that’s not to say she dislikes you. Don’t pay her any mind, my love.” He replied and then brought your intertwined hands up to his lips so that he could place a few light kisses to your knuckles.

He lowered your hands back down between the two of you once again and he glanced up over the hill in the distance. You two were nearly to the small valley and he could tell your excitement was growing, because your steps got more hurried and you occasionally would let out giddy squeals and hums. 

A snap of a stick on the path behind you had Aleksander sweeping you in front of him as he turned around to survey the area. The two of you had stopped walking now and he looked around behind both of you, finding nothing. 

“What was that?” You asked quietly and glanced up at your lover, feeling a bit uneasy. 

“I’m not sure, darling.” He replied cautiously and turned back around to glance down at you. 

Your eyes were already fixed up on his face. You didn’t look scared, but you didn’t look like you felt too secure either, and he didn’t blame you. Something had shifted in the forest around you two, there was a strange feeling. You grabbed onto his arm tightly and you gave it a little tug. 

“Sasha, we don’t have to go any farther. We can head back home now.” You whispered, but he shushed you softly and turned back around slowly to check the path behind the pair of you. 

A small snapping sound came again, but this time it was now in front of the two of you. There was a little shuffle and another snap and he felt you yank his arm again.

“Aleksander.” 

He turned around as your grip on his arm loosened and he looked down at your face, which was now drained of color. You wobbled a bit and fell forward onto him, and he swiftly caught you with a shocked exclamation of your name. 

He held you upright and that’s when he saw the arrow that had lodged itself in your back and stuck out through your chest. He wildly looked around and had spotted two men in thick furs darting out from behind a tree. Drüskelle. He had barely a second to move the two of you before they let loose another arrow and he retaliated quickly. 

One of the men let out a yell in their native tongue and Aleksander wasted no time in quickly diving down to the ground with you as another arrow flew. He gently sat you up against one of the small trees on the edge of the path and turned around, and with zero hesitation, finished the two men off easily with The Cut. As they fell to the ground, he looked around for more. When none came, he turned to you and scooped you up into his arms as quickly as he could, not daring to pull the arrow from your chest quite yet. 

“Hey, hey. Y/n. You’re going to be alright.” He insisted. 

But the way your head lolled to the side weakly made him think otherwise. You didn’t respond to him, but you looked up into his eyes, tears beading in the corners of yours. 

“We’re going home. I’m taking you to my mother, we can fix this.” He promised and didn’t wait a single second more before he was dashing off down the path with you hanging all but limply in his arms. He could feel the warmth of your blood seeping through the sleeve of his shirt and he grit his teeth, refusing to let himself panic. You were going to be okay. You had to be. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Aleksander was going to let you go now that he had finally found you after years upon years of being alone. He didn’t notice the tears gathering in his own eyes until they were falling down his cheeks and you let out a distressed sound.

“No, Sasha. Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.” You whispered hoarsely, and the sound of your voice only made it worse.

He ran straight out of the forest and through the field behind your home before he finally ran through the back door. He laid you down on your side atop the round wooden table in the middle of the room and he yelled for his mother, who came shortly after he called. 

“Mother. We need to do something. Drüskelle, in the forest attacked us, and they-“ he started frantically, only to be cut off by the older woman.

“There is nothing you can do, Aleksander.” She said shortly and then shook her head, “We don’t have a healer nearby. We aren’t healers ourselves.”

He looked over at you, and you seemed so much smaller than usual now, curled up on the table with an arrow still protruding from your back, “Mother, there has to be a way. I will not let my lover die.” 

“There is no way. There is no natural way for us to save lives. You know this. Bid her goodbye.” She said sternly. 

His head perked up a bit and he reached out to make sure you were still alive by touching your pulse. 

Weak, but still there. Just barely. 

“But I can. I can do it, I’ve practi-“ 

“You cannot!” She protested and held her hand up to her son, “You will not! You will take whatever time you have left and say goodbye, for it is only the way of life. We see life come and go and we remain. Not even you can change that. I’ll give you space. That is final.” Baghra said sharply and turned on her heel to leave the two of you alone. 

Aleksander was at your side in half a second, and he crouched down to be level with your face. Tears were rolling across your face and your lip trembled fearfully. 

“It doesn’t hurt, Sasha. Don’t worry about me please.” You whispered and he reached out to brush tears from your eyes. 

“I’m going to fix this. Okay? You aren’t going to die today. I swear it.” He promised, but his faith was running thin. He reached out and he grabbed your arm gently and held you in place, “I’m going to remove the arrow, okay? And then we’re going to heal you.”

“You are not a healer, Aleksander. Don’t do this.” You begged softly and he looked down into your eyes again. He pursed his lips and shook his head a few times. 

“I won’t lose you. I won’t walk this earth without you by my side, do you understand?”

“No, Aleksander, no.” You protested, trying your best to sound stern like Baghra had, but your voice faltered and he knew you didn’t have much time left. 

He ignored your protests and grabbed hold of the arrow and quickly pulled it out of your back, and whatever voice you had left was spent on the wail you let out as your blood began to freely spill out over the table. He quickly threw himself over you, only to find you shaking. He looked down at your face to learn that your shaking was from your silent sobs and he frowned deeply. 

He was going to save you. It was going to be alright. 

He closed his eyes and placed his hand over the bleeding hole in your back, wracking his brain for the strength to use the magic so forbidden that had been abused by his ancestor, to heal you. To save you. 

He let out an agonized yell and finally felt the same cold, pricking sensation spread through his veins that had occurred the day he created The Fold. He felt stinging in his fingertips as he pushed out everything he could from his hand into your wound. Into you. 

At long last, the stinging stopped and subsided, and Aleksander realized you’d gone still under his touch. He felt a little splash of relief and he turned you around onto your back, only to find your eyes closed. He felt his face drain of all color and he shakily reached up to feel your pulse against your throat. 

Nothing. 

To say the days following were that of pure anguish was to put it lightly. He’d taken you to the valley of millions and millions wildflowers and laid you to rest there. At least he knew you’d be somewhere you loved. 

For weeks after your death, Baghra was full of warnings and disappointment for him, chastising him for using merzost once more. 

“You don’t know what you’ve done, Aleksander. You may have very well not healed your lover, but you don’t know what you’ve done. This will come back to you one day. You will regret it. There will be punishment.” She warned.

Not that he cared. 

“Let me regret it. Let it haunt me for the rest of my days, woman. It’s not the only ghost that hangs above my head, now.”

-

You didn’t recall much. At all. All you knew is that one day you suddenly did recall, as if it was the beginning of your life. 

Amnesia the doctor called it. You’d likely had a head injury and forgotten things, that’s all. 

Whatever you were before, whatever life you led, it was erased from your mind without a single clue as to what it had been prior. In the last few years that you started recalling, you’d worked as a dress maker in the city of Ketterdam. When one of your clients had graciously invited you to come to Ravka’s Winter Fete with her and her daughter in trade of two elegant gowns for them, you’d accepted her offer immediately. 

So there you stood, in the hallway of the crowded Ravkan palace, eyes traveling the faces of everyone who passed by. The two girls you’d attended with had gone off to greet the royal family, and you’d stayed back, opting to survey the crowd instead. You’d heard word that the Sun Summoner was going to be putting on a display in only a few short moments, and just as the thought crossed your mind, it all began. It started with a whirlwind of activity, and you watched the Grisha throughout the room showcase their abilities skillfully, and the sight invoked a strange feeling deep within your chest. You had the sudden urge to bring your hands together just as they did, feeling as if you could perform alongside them. You fought the urge back and flexed your hands a bit at your sides, shaking off the strange feeling.

Your eyes travelled to the front of the room and they fell upon a girl and a man, standing shoulder to shoulder, both wearing black. You assumed it was the Sun Summoner and who you had heard to be General Kirigan, the fierce Ravkan general who also happened to be Grisha. As the pair began their display of power, you felt your head begin to ache dully, and once the Sun Summoner’s light lit up the entire room, the pain in your head only grew sharper. 

Everyone in the room seemed to be filled with excitement, and as the display was done, the volume seemed to increase tenfold, making you clutch your head between your palms. 

The pair at the front of the room turned around and when you saw The General’s face, you blinked a few times. A thought clawed at the inside of your mind, begging to be let free. But you didn’t know how. You didn’t even know what it was. He seemed to notice you shortly after you noticed him, and you could’ve sworn you saw a look of complete astonishment cross his face as quick as a flash of lightning.  

Suddenly the room seemed to blur out as if in your periphery and you gasped as little flickers of imagery flashed behind your eyes. 

A field of flowers, the darkest eyes you’d ever seen, and fire. You furrowed your brow together and you leaned your hand up against the nearest wall, your chest rapidly rising and falling with short, quick breaths. Disorientation fell upon you and you found yourself stumbling through the crowd of partygoers and out of the room. The bustling hallway was a struggle for you to navigate, but you eventually prevailed and found the door to the courtyard. You all but went falling out the door and you stumbled clumsily until you reached grass and you held your hand to your chest as you stopped running. You felt sick to your stomach and your hands began to feel clammy and you swore that you heard someone calling your name- though you were unsure how you knew the name was yours- because you hadn’t been called by it before. You couldn’t even respond in anyway before your eyes rolled back into your head, and you were collapsing backwards towards the ground. 

-

Aleksander felt insane when he followed you out of the palace. He’d had days where all he could do was think of you, but never once had he seen your face anywhere but his mind. He called after you, but you didn’t seem to notice, and if you did, you didn’t respond. He walked briskly up to you just in time to watch you collapse, and he lunged forward to catch your falling body in his arms awkwardly. The strange angle at which he held you up at made you look so small and fragile, and he hoisted you up into his arms. It couldn’t be you. There was no possible way it could have been. He didn’t dare look down at your face for a few moments, standing there in the courtyard with his jaw set firmly. 

Finally, he did dare to look down, and when he did, he almost found himself collapsing with you. Sure, you were unconscious and your hair had become a bit tousled, but there was no mistaking the face that he saw. It was yours. His y/n. 

He looked around wildly, trying to come up with an explanation for the mere fact that his very dead lover was here. How you were here. He buried you. He reached up with one hand and he brushed the backs of his fingers across your cheeks. He refused to let himself feel relieved or happy or excited. If this was the punishment his mother had promised him years ago, he wouldn’t give in. But he couldn’t just leave you. Not out here, not like this. He stood with you in his arms for a while longer in contemplation before ultimately deciding he’d take you back to his chambers and wait for you to wake. If you woke. Then he’d proceed to ask who you were, to figure out what was happening. 

He carried you off through the night towards the nearly deserted Little Palace, and once inside, he made a beeline for his bedroom. Once he reached the shelter of his room, he closed the door fast and locked it, looking around to make sure no one was inside. He promptly walked you to his bed and laid you out on it, staring down at you. The urge to lay at your side was consuming his every thought and he ground his teeth together, fighting back a round of tears. 

Yours was the face he saw when he fell asleep. Every night. Some dreams were pleasant. You and him in the flowers, or even in bed together, happily. He’d hear your laugh, your hums, your sweet voice… all of it. Some dreams were not so kind, and these were the ones where he relived your last moments over and over again. 

His endless patience had seemed to run out and his will to remain complacent broke. He’d take the pain of having to lose you again if this wasn’t real, he’d be damned all over again to feel the emptiness of your loss if only just a moment of his time could be spent by your side one last time. 

So he kicked off his boots and removed his black decadent kefta, and he slid down into the bed next to you, his eyes not leaving your face once. He reached out across the minimal space he gave between the two of you and he grazed his fingertips across your cheekbones, up into your hair, down the side of your neck and along your jaw. Everywhere. He traced the outline of your lips and he swiped the pad of his thumb across your chin. Not a single thing had differed from his memory. If you’d told him he’d plucked you out from behind his eyes and laid you out in front of him, he would’ve believed it. 

Oh yes, if he was to be damned with the consequences of trying to save you, then he’d take them. He’d take them graciously if it meant one last night at your side. 

-

He was unsure of when he fell asleep, but he didn’t ever realize that he had until he felt hands on his face. His eyes shot open and he expected sunlight to light up his room, but instead it was dark, with only a glimmer of silver light filtering through the window. He frantically looked across from him on his bed and he reached up to push the hands away from his face, but once his eyes focused in the moonlit room, he dropped his hands and found himself lost in your eyes instead. 

Your hands stayed against his cheeks and you seemed to be at a loss for words. He knew the feeling well. It was mutual. 

The state of unconsciousness you had fallen into had been one of unrest. Memories upon memories began to flood your head all at once. Still, you were unaware of how you were alive and how you had come to be unearthed, but you assumed it must have had something to do with the merzost that you so vehemently opposed him using. 

He reached out to touch your face so gently, as if he thought you were only a figment of the moonlight and would disappear underneath his touch. When you didn’t, he let out a sigh, one that sounded terrified and relieved all at the same time. You couldn’t find your voice while you stared at him, your mouth wanting to form a thousand words all at once. 

Until it settled on just one.  

“Sasha?”

To Aleksander, this was the sweetest sound he’d heard in his entire long life, and he couldn’t help the tears that loosed themselves from his eyes. He could only nod in response as he wrapped his arms around your small form and he pulled you against his chest. 

If this was damnation, then he’d embrace it with open arms, and if this was a second chance to save you from the consequences of his past, then he’d do better this time. Whatever the case may be, he wasn’t going to leave this room until he was sure you wouldn’t evaporate into nothing. He laid his hand ever so protectively against the back of your head and he leaned his own head down until his lips touched your hairline. He could’ve whispered a million things to you at that moment, promised you everything, sung you praises and profess his love until he ran out of the breath to do so with, but he’d never been one for that many words all at once. So he leaned down to press his lips against yours, and it said everything he couldn’t all at once. He pulled back slowly and he tipped your head back a bit so that he could gaze down at your face, unchanged by all this time. 

And so he uttered out a promise, one that he intended to keep this time, no matter the cost.

“Yes, my sweet girl. It’s me, and I will never lose you again.” 

[boatemlag]

Ren build guide!

OK, confession. I picked up Ren on release in 3.3, and kind of fell off building him. But when I was pulling for Pix's signature on his release, I lost the 50/50 to Ren's weapon, and I've been building him. He is SO much fun to play. Ren is a 5* cryo catalyst DPS who takes Hermitopia materials, so make sure you have Hermitopia fully unlocked.

PROS: Does HUGE damage with the right team, lax rotations, is a catalyst (yes this is a pro ok)

CONS: Huge investment time to make him viable for endgame content, best team is basically all limited characters, is cryo

Here's my guide on how to build him and what an ideal rotation would look like on his best modern team!

✦✦✦ Explaining the kit ✦✦✦

◇ Basic Attack: Ancient Art

Shoots a ranged homing ice-bolt 4 times. I've found that the homing AI on this thing is pretty accurate, even for overworld puzzles. Charged attack does an AoE.

◇ (E) Skill: Telltale Heart

Does a small amount of AoE cryo DMG and buffs Ren's charged attack. The buff can stack up to 3 times, and the skill has a short cooldown.

◇ (Q) Burst: Winter is Coming

Big AoE cryo DMG, different effects depending on how many stacks of Creeping (his skill buff) he has.

One stack: Significantly decreases Ren's stamina consumption

Two stacks: Significantly increases charged ATK DMG

Three stacks: Decreases the CD for the burst by half and increases the effective time

◇ Passives

Color of Despair: When releasing a charged ATK, releases 4 homing shots that additionally hit nearby enemies.

Blood of Angry Men: When Ren's burst buff is active and the burst is activated again, triples the buffs instead of doubling them

Luck Be With Ye: Has a chance to double talent book production and reduces the cost of crafting them

✦✦✦ Constellations ✦✦✦

C1: Decreases Ren's general stamina consumption (running, climbing, gliding, swimming, etc) when skill buff is active

C2: Charged ATKs ignore a percentage of enemies DEF

C4: Increases the DMG of the homing shots in Ren's 1st ascension passive

C6: For every 1% of Ren's CDMG above 100%, buffs his overall DMG by 5%, capping at 750% (250 CDMG)

Obviously C6 is insane, but C2 is also a good value. C6 > C2 > C1 > C4

✦✦✦ Ascension & Talent Materials ✦✦✦

◇ Drops: Ghasts

These spawn all over the world, but can be found in large clusters in the northern parts of Ention, especially close to the Grumbot Containment Site. You will need:

Sad sliver x18

Smoldering droplets x30

Ghastly tears x36

◇ Deepfrost Fragment

Dropped by the Hermitopia boss Primordial Warden. You'll need x46.

◇ Glowberries

Exclusive to Hermitopia.

◇ Community Talent Books

Mon/Thurs/Sun talent domain in Hermitopia.

◇ Poppy of Remembrance from The Iron Titan weekly boss

If you haven't done Tango's story quest, you should be able to quick access from the handbook.

✦✦✦ Artifacts & Stats ✦✦✦

4pc Lorefinder is his signature set for a good reason. A good interim set if you have the pieces is 2pc Lorefinder, 2pc Moonbase. If you're running 4pc Lorefinder, go for a CDMG circlet instead of a CR one, since the Lorefinder stacks will more than compensate for about 6-7 good CR substat rolls.

Sands: ATK%

Goblet: Cryo DMG bonus

Circlet: CR=CDMG

Substat priority: CR=CDMG > ATK% >>> EM (if running on a reverse melt team) > everything else

ER goal: 150% (120% if running with another cryo that generates particles or with Divine Rights)

He's a pretty traditional crit DPS. The suck thing about getting his artifacts is that Lorefinder is in a domain with the Ambivalence set, which is incredibly useless unless you are specifically building a character like Stress or Joey.

✦✦✦ Weapons ✦✦✦

Ok, I'm biased, but Ren's signature weapon is by far his best option. Gives charged ATK bonus, has a CDMG main stat, gives a CR bonus, and increases his DMG significantly after using his burst. Other than that, there aren't a lot of really good cryo specific catalyst weapons. R5 Destroya (3* gacha) might actually be his best comparable weapon. A lot of the catalysts we have right now are really EM reliant, and Ren is not.

✦✦✦ Talent Priority ✦✦✦

Basic ATK > Burst > Skill

9/7/7 or 9/7/8 is a fine option since his skill scaling doesn't really matter at 8 or 9. It leaps a huge amount between 9 and 10, but if you're not planning on triple crowning him, 9/7/7 works just fine.

✦✦✦ Team Comps ✦✦✦

Ren Premium DPS - Ren as the on field DPS, Grian as the off field pyro applicator and support, Scott for the cryo battery and support, and Martyn as sub-dps/sustain/swirl. This is Ren's current best team

Ren f2p DPS - Ren, Katherine, Jimmy, and a flex sustain like Netty or Cryo False. Jimmy works well as a sub-dps here since he won't steal melts from Ren but still do good DMG and buffing, and the resonance make's Katherine better and buffs Ren's DMG. False doesn't do a lot of particle generation, but the resonance is nice for Ren and she does fine as a sustain.

Ren Superconduct/phys - OK this is a stupid team, but on the new catalyst Force of Personality, Ren can do some really funny physical dmg. Run him on 2 or 4pc Reactor, swap around his goblet, have Cleo or Xisuma (or both) to enable superconduct, bring a healer that can proc FoP's passive, and watch Ren do really funny phys numbers. I ran abyss with this recently and I died badly but it was so so funny to watch him bitchslap enemies.

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Hope you enjoyed the guide and give your puppy another chance! His story quest is coming soon so it's a great time to pick him up again. Thanks for reading and let me know if you try him with FoP!

[anomalyaly]

Finally filled out one of these character charts for my new MC, Elsie from my story Secrets of the Silent Stars! The story takes place starting fifth year with some of the events from Hogwarts Legacy.

You can read it on AO3 or Wattpad!

Character sheet by @kiwiplaetzchen

Detailed character sheet: Here

OTP template with Sebastian: Here

Elsie Corvin

Asks:

OTP: SebElsie (1), SebElsie (2)

Elsie (1), Elsie (2), Elsie (3), Elsie (4), Elsie (5), Elsie (6)

Elsie headcanons: sad/appearance; cooking/hobbies; romantic/happy/quirks; friendship/likes/dislikes/random; old/aging

In-game photos (ps4) Masterlist

Moodboard (1) and Moodboard (2)

Dark Moodboard

Commissions and Art:

Elsie by ladyofsappho

Elsie Genevieve Corvin from the MC drawing challenge by thursdaymoonrise11

Elsie Corvin by Sango691

Elsie portrait by llyssadraws

Pirate Elsie by dom1re

Secrets of the Silent Stars cover by Puridewart

Elsie by myokk

Elsie in MC drawing challenge by dwightschrute11

Elsie headshots by acslytherpuff

Elsie and Sebastian in the Room of Requirement by miss--soapy

Other works:

Stolen Vows: AU ACOTAR/HL one-shot EXPLICIT AO3/Wattpad

Starlight Pools: HL Oneshots/Drabbles AO3/Wattpad

Tumblr oneshots/drabbles:

Glow in the Dark: (SFW) Elsie helps her little sister Lydia get comfortable on her first night at Hogwarts. Haunted Shop, pt1: (SFW) Elsie's experience with poltergeists. Haunted Shop, pt2: (SFW) Elsie buys a shop. Scars: (SFW) Elsie's past and magic. Ghosts: (SFW) Elsie's experience with ghosts. Centaurs: (SFW) Poppy and Elsie go to the forest. Natsai Onai: (SFW) Natty's backstory. Not in Time: (SFW, dark) AU if MC never made it to the catacomb in time. Divination: (SFW) Sebastian is excited to hold a girl's hand. Portraits: (SFW) Elsie deals with Ferdinand Octavius Pratt. Crossed Wands: (SFW, suggestive) Dueling practice makes Sebastian excited. The (After) Life of the Party: (SFW) Elsie and Lydia's first Halloween together at Hogwarts. The Nut Cracked: (NSFW, explicit) Sebastian doesn't understand muggle holiday traditions. Treacle Trouble: (SFW) Elsie attempts to bake something to cheer Sebastian up. Winter Wonderland: (SFW, suggestive) Sebastian tries to convince Elsie that the cold can be enjoyable.

Synopsis and background below:

Elsie Corvin lives a regular life under the scrutiny of her parents, always expected to do what is proper in order to someday be the best example of their family. But when a dinner party turns disastrous, she is thrust into a new world that she didn't know existed. As with all new discoveries, there is a darker side to the magic in her possession. Reluctant to be the "chosen one", she finds herself having to choose between doing what others expect from her or doing what is right.

Some secrets are best left hidden in the silence of the stars.

(See A/N for TWs)

Family Life

Elsie Genevieve Corvin was born to two muggles, Arthur and Maria Corvin in London, England on March 14, 1874.

She is the oldest of three siblings - her brother Benjamin is a year younger, and her sister Lydia is 6 years younger.

Her grandmother (mother's side) had moved to America where she had Elsie's mother. Her mother met her father when he traveled overseas for business, and they returned to England where they married. Her grandmother went with them.

Elsie and her brother were close growing up. She would follow him and his friends around and listen in on their conversations to learn what she wasn't being taught, and he would help her.

Elsie was very close with her grandmother before she passed when Elsie was 10.

Her father is very demanding and calculated. They argue a lot when Elsie is home because of his expectations for her.

Her parents have two homes - her father's townhome in the city for business, and a countryside home outside of London for pleasure (a gift to her mother when they were married).

Before

Her mother had 2 miscarriages in between her brother and her sister. Elsie was parentified by her family while her mother grieved.

Her father's father was high up in a finance company and passed on his wealth and job title to Elsie's father.

Elsie and her brother were given the highest expectations of the family - her brother to continue the family name and work at the finance company, and Elsie to help grow their wealth by marrying into another wealthy family.

Elsie met her suitor when she was 13.

She was taught by a governess when she was little and went to a finishing school when she was old enough. Elsie struggled to fit in and accept how things were taught, as her grandmother had raised her mother more progressively.

Her mother taught her to read. They have a strained relationship, but she is closer with her because of this.

She would sneak books into her room, either from buying them during her family's shopping trips, sneak them from her father's library, or her brother would bring her stories from his travels.

She was always naturally curious and would often get in trouble by her father or her governess/teachers for asking too many questions.

She was not very social and was considered an odd child. She made one or two friends growing up but generally was very sheltered.

Her emotional repression is ultimately what triggered her magic manifesting.

Elsie and her brother drifted apart when her magic manifested.

Elsie makes it her responsibility to take care of her sister, and she feels immensely guilty when she leaves for Hogwarts.

Physical appearance

Elsie has black hair and dark brown eyes that look almost golden in the sun.

She has freckles along her nose and cheeks.

She's not high-maintenance when she styles herself once she attends Hogwarts, but she likes to give herself a little bit of makeup and dress cleanly.

She wears her hair back in a braid to keep it out of her face when she styles it herself.

Random facts!

Her wand is made of Cherry wood and has a Phoenix core.

She loves daffodils.

Her grandmother taught her about the stars. She doesn't care for all of the facts about stars as much as she does about the constellations and what they remind her of.

She has a temper but she rarely lets it show unless thoroughly provoked. If she lashes out with big feelings, it usually means it's been repressed for a long time.

Her patronus is an Osprey.

Her boggart is often someone she values the opinion of (Fig, her parents, etc.) publicly expressing their disappointment in her or berating her.

[enoughyi]

#12: Among the Blooms

Ship: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting (x f!MC (Julia Wright))

Summary: The hills, the Sun, and Imelda's shy eyes whenever Poppy steals a kiss from her.

Prompt Number: 66. Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 447. Rating: G-T.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

THIS and THIS.

Tags: @phinik and @myokk because you are responsible for my deth. @infernalrusalka @celestial--sapphic @espressoristretto-patronum

Read on AO3:

Rocky hills of Wales turned a bloom came spring and sprung air with sweet odours of newly grown swards, quickly an ever-presence to the nose still used to scentless crisp of the winter's cold. Scotland could never compare to Wales albeit its strong breath of the soil was a miss.

Neither could gift a weather stasis of Room of Requirement's mellow, homely retreats. But in none of them were winds, or weak gust of sea breeze, or changed angle of its bright yet lifeless sun. Asking Julia or her house elf companion, Deek, wasn't an option; not when the ever-lasting summer of the forest biome became Imelda's favourite haven to escape from rigorous training routines and last year of school, and to kiss her, to kiss them, to have them both to herself without a single interruption minus curiosity from Hazel, the unicorn inhabitant. That cosy addendum to life was a miss, certainly, too.

Life had changed. For the better, not for worse, but the sense of long in the air, stuck in it as the sun grew warmer, reeled up the memories in Imelda's head, Poppy had noticed few years ago.

It wasn't a tough observation.

Each spring, there would be a hill; critters buzzing joyfully at its slope. Imelda will never chose any in particular, but it would be in the open; and years after Poppy could recall wherever Imelda decidedly asked for a tongue snog --and proceeded with it-- with a pinpoint accuracy.

The only ask of Poppy was, "Don't lay me down on a fairy's trail."

A simple ask not to disturb little people always challenged Imelda but not enough to refuse the idea altogether and as decidedly move it to the bedroom. It just meant wherever would be a free patch of land, there will be sun at an angle so peculiar pink on Imelda's cheeks, -- usually unseen but nearly heartfelt by how warm her face would turn, -- would come to sight. Would prompt Poppy to kiss it away from her like many years ago, it playing cheerful red on her lips keeping Imelda wondering if she… if she should and when.

She became less hesitant over the years.

But was it the sun, too, to make her lip captivatingly glimmer?

Was it the smile? the adorable gesture, few fingers covering lips?

The giddy giggle?

What was anything stuck on the lips so fascinating to Imelda she couldn't look away?

She never told, but her eyes were full of shy, back then years ago and right here and there years after. Liked kissing pretty girls under the afternoon sun a tad too much and couldn't acknowledge the silliness to herself, Poppy supposed.

[everafterhighliveaction]

Character Aesthetics

Named Characters

Raven Queen

Apple White

Madeline Hatter

Briar Beauty

Ashlynn Ella

Hunter Huntsman

Cerise Hood

Cedar Wood

Blondie Lockes

C.A. Cupid

Lizzie Hearts

Dexter Charming

Daring Charming

Darling Charming

Duchess Swan

Rosabella Beauty

Kitty Cheshire

Holly O’Hair

Poppy O’Hair

Sparrow Hood

Hopper Croakington II

Melody Piper

Faybelle Thorn

Justine Dancer

Crystal Winter

Nina Thumbell

Meeshell Mermaid

Ginger Breadhouse

Ramona Badwolf

Jillian Beanstalk

Farrah Goodfairy

Alistair Wonderland

Bunny Blanc

Chase Redford

Helga & Gus Crumb

Background Characters

Princess and the Pea’s Daughter

Captain Hook’s Daughter

Peter Pan’s Daughter

Requested Characters

Eaglet Boy

Unicorn Girl

Old Man Winter’s Daughter

[cesqdarque]

MC: Cassandra Darque

It's already been a year since I started working on Cassandra's backstory. So it's high time to do her justice and introduce her to society, even though she doesn't like the spotlight. She'll have to get used to it anyway since I'm writting down her journey to Hogwarts :D stay tuned.

Basics

Full name: Cassandra Darque

Nickname: Cass, Topolina (only by her grandmother)

Gender: female

Date of birth: November 16, 1874

Nationality: Swiss/ Italian

Blood status: pureblood

Wand: phoenix core, fir wood, 13”, unbending

Appearance

Hair color: dark chocolate brown

Hair style: chin-length, straight hair, bangs

Eye color: moss green with gray sprinkles

Skin tone: porcelain

Height: 174 cm

Body type: slim

Clothing style: Cass wears mostly black clothes or dresses. She likes fabrics like lace or velvet. For dueling or fighting leather is her favorite material of choice.

Accessories: She carries a necklace with her family’s emblem on it

Other distinguishing features: A small scar on the inside of her left wrist

Personality

Traits: reliable, determined, curious, buttoned-up, skeptical

Likes: Peace and quiet, honesty and straightforwardness, dark chocolate and cherries, autumn

Dislikes: Dishes that are spiced with cinnamon, pears and apricots, exaggerated expressions of emotion

Hobbies: reading German literature and poems (preferably from the Late-Romanticism period), enjoying quiet places and a good drop of absinth from the Valle de Travers, go for walks in the moonlight, methods of torture of the Middle Ages

Fears: the inevitable endless void after this life (from a nihilistic point of view), getting caught and therefore loose the trust of her grandmother

MBTI: ENTJ-A, the Architect

Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Virgo rising

Temperament: melancholic

Similar characters: kinda Wednesday Addams vibes, stubborn like Caroline Forbes (TVD)

Family/ Friends

Father: Oswald Darque (deceased †)

Swiss pureblood wizard

worked in diplomatic services

Motto of House Darque: “Verbum est acutius omni ferrum” (The word is sharper than any blade)

Mother: Valeria Montague-Darque (deceased †)

Italian pureblood witch

Only daughter to the Montague-Clan

Motto of Clan Montague: “Non Sine Labore” (Not without effort)

Grandmother: Augustina Montague

Italian pureblood witch

Matriarch of the Montague-Clan

has the sternest gaze of all Northern Italy

Pet: Nero

Black tombcat

Found abandoned at the ruins of the Castello di Cly

lives back at home, on her grandmother's estate

Owl: Malachias

latinized form of the name of the prophet Malachi. Hebrew for "the messenger"

Gray/ white eagle owl

patient, friendly and reliable

Friends: Zacharias Boniface (another OC of mine, her former tutor in Italy), Sebastian Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting

Magic

Boggart: a dark void materializing into a black hooded figure symbolizing death, or rather the fear that’s there nothing after this life

Patronus: Golden eagle. But she’s unable to summon her patronus atm due to her unsolved trauma

Polyjuice: turns white and tastes like cherries and dark chocolate

Scent: peony, bergamot and fresh like Winter's first snowfall

Special abilities:

Ancient magic wielder

Dark Arts (special interests in the use of venomous potions and cursed objects from the Middle Ages. Often are these antiquities of muggle origin, damned to harm ignorant rivals or muggles)

Occlumency, her grandmother thought her this skill to prevent rivals from gaining insights into family business and to shield information.

Backstory

Cassandra was born in Italy in the Val d'Aosta, but her parents took her to the seclusion of the swiss mountains to keep her away from her grandmother's shady business.

Sadly, distance did not bring them peace. One day, members of a feuding clan attacked her family and killed her parents.

Cassandra's grandmother then took her in and ensured her safety and education. During her stay, she formed an emotional bond with her slightly older tutor, who supported her in her plan for revenge, which she achieved.

Unfortunately, her wrongdoings did not pass unnoticed, and Cassandra's grandmother was forced to send her to Hogwarts to prevent her falling into the hands of the authorities or even rival clans.

Academics

Best subject: DADA

Favorite subject: Potions

Favorite teacher: Hecat

Worst subject: Herbology

Least favorite subject: Divination

Least favorite teacher: Onai

Quidditch: she’s not interested in Quidditch and don’t understand all the fuss about it.

As a student: attentive, inquisitive (often a little too much for her own good)

and last but not least, her vibes wrapped up in a song:

(thanks @hazyange1s for lending me your character sheet and to @dvinaamesca for the lovely portrait of Cass 🖤)

[vampstel]

“Nooooo don’t turn me into a marketable Lalaloopsy doll .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·.”

[moonlightseve]

Yuri!!! On Ice characters as Jellycats:

Yuuri Katsuki — Bashful Stardust Bunny

Viktor Nikiforov — Bashful Otter

Yuri Plisetsky — Bewitching Cat

Phichit Chulanont — Breezy Butterfly Poppy

Christophe Giacometti — Chip Seagull

Otabek Altin — Knox Bear

Michele Crispino — Christopher Caterpillar

Leo de la Iglesia — Crispin Crab

Guang-Hong Ji — Crowning Croaker Green Frog

Emil Nekola — Finley Bear

Seung-gil Lee — Fossilly Triceratops

Minami Kenjiro —Gordy Guinea Pig

Jean-Jacques Leroy — Jackson Husky

Georgi Popovich — Fou Fou Peacock

Mila Babicheva —Glamorama Cat

Sara Crispino — Glistening Winter Butterfly

Yakov Feltsman —Alexis Anglerfish

Lilia Baranovskaya — Betsy Bunny Winter Wonderland

Yuuko Nishigori — Cheeky Chinchilla Misty

Minako Okukawa — Maya Octopus

And of course, Makkachin, the best dog — Cooper Doodle Dog

[xbomboi]

how often Ever After High characters shower 🤢

raven: once a day

apple: twice a day

briar: once a day

maddie: once a day maybe

ashlynn: once a day

dexter: once a day

hunter: once a month

daring: three times a day

darling: once a day

sparrow: annually

duchess: once a day

cedar: damp wood is prone to catching fire but trust she still practices hygiene

cerise: once a week

kitty: nobody knows

lizzie: once a day

blondie: well it’s gotta be just right

cupid: once a day

hopper: once every three days

ginger: once a day

bunny: once every three days

alistair: once a week

chase: once a day

courtly: biannually

rosabella: once a day

faybelle: once every two days

humphrey: once a week

holly: four times a day because of her hair

poppy: once a day

justine: once a day

farrah: once a day

jillian: once a week

nina: once a day but sometimes with rain water

melody: once a day

crystal winter: once a day but it’s always a cold shower

meeshell: she’s in the water a lot so idk

ramona: NEVER 💯💯

[athena-xox]

My age hcs for eah characters:

Only the canon characters. I think I’ll make another part with backgrounders. Because every year besides sophomore is pretty bare.

Freshmen:

Coral Witch, Lily-Bo Peep, Meeshell Mermaid, Tiny

Sophomore:

Alistair Wonder, Apple White, Ashlynn Ella, Blondie Lockes, Briar Beauty, Bunny Blanc, C.A Cupid, Cedar Wood, Cerise Hood, Crystal Winter, Darling Charming, Daring Charming, Dexter Charming, Duchess Swan, Faybelle Thorn, Holly O’Hair, Hopper Croakington II, Hunter Huntsman, Kitty Cheshire, Lizzie Hearts, Madeline Hatter, Nathan Nutcracker, Poppy O’Hair, Raven Queen, Sparrow Hood

Juniors:

Farrah Goodfairy, Ginger Breadhouse, Humphrey Dumpty, Jillian Beanstalk, Melody Piper, Nina Thumbell, Rosabella Beauty

Seniors:

Justine Dancer, Ramona Badwolf

[roslynwrites]

you’re such an incredible writer, so i only imagine u read extensively too. i’ve noticed ur ao3 bookmarks are empty, but i’d love to get a list of your favorite titles whether it’s zutara, other fandom or traditionally published works.

I do indeed read a lot. The past few years I have read much less fanfic and have focused on original stuff, but I have actually been able to read a few fics in recent times because my brain didn't want to write, I did have a bit of Zutara burnout I think so no Zutara recs here (yet).

But if you, like me, enjoy some Dramione, then, for starters:

anything by phlox (Slowly Toward Desire is my favorite)

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone

A Darker Blue by skitter (legitimately cannot believe this fic didn't blow up, one of the best Dramione fics I've read and that fandom has a ton of good shit, so like. wow. skitter also has a Zutara! I have not yet read but it's on my list and I'm already sure I will love it)

Lights Out by Phoebe

I used to read every pairing under the sun in HP but as I said, haven't read as much fic lately, but two others are Blood & Gold (a Tomione, by the legendary ObsidianPen) and The Wilderness (Luna/Ginny) by speechwriter. If you try nothing else on this list, try The Wilderness. That fic is high art. It blew my entire goddamn mind, my god. I also highly recommend anything by PacificRimbaud (esp. the Paneville)

*cracks knuckles* now for some original stuff:

The Liveship Trilogy by Robin Hobb altered my brain chemistry

Scholomance Trilogy by Naomi Novik. I mean, okay, I worship Naomi generally, so I was shocked to discover it took me a while to get into these. Read the first, thought 'meh', came back to it again later, liked it better, second and third proceeded to BLOW me away

NK Jemisin's Broken Earth trilogy. In case you want a nice dose of a darker twist on Earthbending and an exploration of prejudice.

Juniper & Thorne by Ava Reid for your Gothic horror needs

Lost Boy and Alice, both by Christina Henry. Dark fairy tale retellings, so you know I'm there. She does them so well.

The Burning series by Evan Winter. It has dragons and a dual-sword wielding badass, in case you need those itches scratched

If you want some good published romance (I tend to like fanfic for pure romance stories tbh so I'm usually pickier here) that has some fanfic vibes, I enjoyed Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

If you want dark Zutara vibes, my go-to rec and one of my favorite series is The Poppy War trilogy (I will never get over #rinezha)

I wouldn't say I adore The Legendborn Cycle series, but I still like it, you can tell the author has roots in the fan/fanfic scene I think, and again, I think it has some Zutara vibes. Tracy Deonn 100% had to have been inspired by Zuko for her character Sel, I'm convinced. And her take on the Arthurian legend is really unique and creative.