#but you can now change that to molly if that's what you prefer :]

[cicadagaze]

hey check this out, there's been an expansion to the family section on the cat generator 👀

[wotunciba]

⁉️Big CAS CC Update

💡FREE DL: MediaFire / SFS / Ko-fi

Hi everyone! I’m thrilled to finally share this huge CAS CC update!

Note: This update focuses on CAS items and does not include mods like poses, filters, or loading screens.

⬇️ Here’s a breakdown of the update (must read):

📌 1. Revamped Hairstyles

5 revamped hairstyles: Ivy hair, Sally hair, Molly hair, Holly hair, and Nancy hair.

What’s new: new mesh, updated textures, better weighting, and reduced poly counts.

Changes to Nancy hair: Nancy hair has a new version and the ombre that used to be part of the default swatches is now an accessory.

 You can keep both the revamped and original versions, but I recommend trying the revamped ones for the best experience!

📌 2. Minor Fixes & Updates

Hair fixes: I fixed some strange specular issues (like shiny spots) on hairs such as Hazel hair and Rei hair.

Sort layer issue: The sort layer for the first swatch of Cosmic Palette Jeans_F has been changed, so it will no longer be overlapped by shoe patterns.

Unisex CC: All makeup and accessory CC for hair have been updated to be unisex.

📌 3. New Thumbnails

Updated thumbnails: I’ve replaced almost all CC thumbnails with images of the same model sim with the same hair color, and the bottom-right corner now has a capybara logo to indicate they’re mine.

Labeled accessory thumbnails: Accessory thumbnails now come with labels to make it easier for you to identify them at a glance.

Original version thumbnails: I’ve also updated the thumbnails for the original versions of revamped hairs, in case you prefer to keep using them.

📌 4. CC Index in CAS

New organization: Before, my CC was scattered across various categories in CAS, but now I’ve reorganized everything! You’ll be able to find all my CC grouped together.

Sorted by filename: I’ve also sorted everything alphabetically by filename, so different versions of the same hairstyle will now appear next to each other for easy access.

⭐️ All the updated CC has been bundled into 1 or 2 zip files (hair and other cc) for easy download. You can still download individual items from the original posts (I’ve updated all the links). This update took me a lot of time and effort, and it’s been a long-term goal of mine to get this done. I really hope you enjoy it!

My Patreon: ♡

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday Shana!! Can I suggest Percy and Tonks? I hope you have a wonderful day 🌻

Tonks isn’t worried about Arthur. They’ve met, several times, and he’s always hurried and distracted and warm. She’s not sure he’s figured out that she’s dating his son yet, but Percy doesn’t really tell people things.

Case in point.

“Crouch is missing?” she frowns. “Should we do something about that? Should I do something about that? Missing people are supposed to be jurisdiction, more or less.”

He shakes his head. “The going missing is pretty standard, it’s the length that’s getting a little concerning. If he’s not back by the time the Triwizard Tournament is over it might be worth looking into. I’m just saying don’t mention my long hours to Mum.”

“Right,” she says uneasily. Percy’s mother. Who’s a Prewett and notoriously not as easy going as her husband.

“You don’t have to come to lunch with my mother if you don’t want to,” he says, and sounds like he means it. “She’s just going to criticize me for thirty minutes and not even really mean it and she might do the same to you. Don’t take it to heart. She doesn’t remember half of what she complains about.”

Tonks wonders how often Percy changed something in response to one of his mother’s throwaway comments before he realized that she hadn’t noticed and hadn’t cared. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I’m coming. What color should my hair be?”

She’s expecting him to say blonde or brown or even to match the infamous Weasley and Prewett red, but he kisses her cheek and says, “Her favorite color’s blue.”

She doesn’t imagine blue hair is going to endear her to Molly at all, but Percy knows she prefers something fun and vibrant and isn’t asking her to do anything else, even for meeting his mother.

Tonks locks the door to Crouch’s office with a wave of her hand and sees how long she can distract Percy from his work with something a little more than a kiss on the cheek.

Right now her personal record is eight minutes and thirteen seconds, but she has a good feeling about this one.

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons Angel Dust wears gloves:

(TW: Valentino, abuse, death)

1. Like actual spiders he can taste/smell/hear with them. So gloves= less input

2. It’s stylish

3. Hell is icky and he doesn’t wanna touch it

4. Covers scars/track marks.

5. Valentino enforced style

6. He’s been taught not to leave finger prints at the scene of a crime

7. Relationship with touch is all messy because of work, this keeps him covered from skin on skin contact while still being stylish.

8. His gloves actually act as a pocket dimension for his guns- to get access to the guns he needs the gloves.

9. Getting his nails done every other day got too expensive so he needed to make financial cuts somewhere

10. Actually really sensitive to a lot of sensations/textures so gloves make life bearable

11. So when he commits the murder he doesn’t need to wash the blood off, just swap out gloves

12. To hide spider markings/stripes

13. He doesn’t wear gloves. His fur actually just changes colors.

14. They aren’t gloves. They’re arm prosthetics. What you think is him without gloves? No those are just prosthetics made to blend in.

15. Val wouldn’t let him get tattoos so these are the next best thing

16. Alternatively: the markings Angel has ARE tattoos/branding forced on by Val so he prefers to keep them covered. Also why Val has him take them off on the studio, to show he “owns” him.

17. The markings are tattoos but rather than being forced by Val Angel got them when he was really high and now regrets them.

18. So when he’s doing arts and craft his fur and hands don’t get covered in super glue

19. Because he can smuggle slight amounts of drugs in them

20. He was never allowed to wear gloves like that growing up so now he REALLY likes so

21. His brother told him gloves like that was for sissies so he did it out of spite.

22. Molly died before him. One of the only things he has remaining of her was a lone glove, now he incorporates stuff like that into his style to stay close. Takes them off in the studio when he can to “keep Molly away from it all.”

23. Same as above but instead of it being Molly’s glove it was his mother’s. The siblings maybe have a shared attachment to them.

[divine-crows]

🎨✨️Art Magic✨️🎨

Uses, Forms of it, and Why I Think Everyone Should Try it at Least Once.

Foreword

Right before the COVID-19 pandemic hit, I had been trying and failing to rekindle my flame for magic work. No matter what I tried to do I just couldn't get back into my studies and I was reaching a point where I was convinced I lost my spark and was doomed to live an empty life. Then it all changed when a YouTube Channel challenged how I thought about everything: Molly Roberts. That's when I was opened to the possibility of art magic, and I'll now share my love of it with anyone willing to read on.

What Is Art Magic?

A means to utilize art for spellwork, raising magical energy, or for exploring your magical subconscious. It encapsulates multiple different types of art and is generally not confined by conventional expectation (unless that's what you prefer).

You can utilize art magic by. . .

Using traditional art methods

Digital art methods

Collages

Music composition

Jewelry making

Embroidery

And much more!

How do I know if Art Magic is Suitable for Me?

There isn't a specific thing that'll indicate this form of magic is perfect for you, however I have some anecdotes from my personal experience as both a witch, and a regular artist that form a sort of idea on what could denote this being perfect for you!

First off, craving freedom from personal restraints was a big factor that pushed me towards blending my craft with my passion for art. If you want to run from the monotony of life, if you feel trapped by the social construction of boxes, or if you simply want to challenge your own mental restraints... then this idea might resonate with you.

Challenging yourself with a new form of magic, similarly, can also be a good enough reason to try. I'm the type of person who loves to constantly learn new things and I unfortunately get bored really quickly if I can't get new source materials. Using Art Magic has proven a fun challenge for me that allows me to explore a lot more topics you can't just open a book to find.

For those that may not be able to safely perform a lot of traditional style spells, this form of magic provides a discreet way to practice witchcraft. Most people wouldn't really question someone if they picked up the hobby of making art, and even if they did there's plenty of reasonable excuses out there.

How you prefer your spells to manifest themselves can also affect if this journey is a good idea or not. I find that Art Magic is really good when it comes to subtle spellwork that is more longform (though depending on how you construct them you can definitely create a spell that's the opposite).

Catalog aspects of your magical journey. Imagine a grimoire filled with pages of drawings, each one telling a story of something you experienced or learned as a witch. This especially may be more beneficial for visual learners.

You could use it as a means of meditation, sometimes art can be calming and it can open the door to your mind (so-to-speak). Especially if you're like me and struggle with staying completely still while trying to clear your mind, this may be helpful for you.

Trying to better understand archetypes, deities, types of entities, or even your own self can also be a big part of this. I've used art magic as a way to embody the "energy" of something before so I could better understand it. Especially when you're trying to seek knowledge that isn't often written on, it can provide a great way to explore more.

How Can I perform an Art Spell?

I have a step-by-step process that can give you some insight on how you may approach it:

1) Think of the intention you want. I like to close my eyes and meditate on it for about a minute then I write down if my mind wandered to any specific imagery or ideas.

2) Think of visual symbolism and colors that can help you capture the mood you want. Perhaps you need a warm color palette to invoke positive feelings, or maybe there are specific objects or animals you can include on the composition that represent something.

3) If you feel it fits your composition, you can include sigils, symbols of significance, and include shapes that have certain associations. It doesn't even have to be obvious either. You can use a circular composition to convey something endless for example, or a triangular composition to show priority over something.

4) In general follow what your heart tells you. This is a little cliche, but ultimately follow what seems best to you. Art isn't about boxing yourself in and my guidelines are just general ideas for anyone who's lost!

Why do I think that everyone should try it at least once?

From my experiences as a witch, I find that a lot of paths to be followed are quite rigid. By no means am I implying that a rigid structure is bad-- it creates a foundation from which we can work upon. I myself am exploring rigid, 'traditional' (for lack of a better term) ways of working magic. Art magic pushes you out of your comfort zone in a safe way. It makes you consider how you associate things. It makes you create new sigils and makes you research new symbols you previously wouldn't have used.

So next time you're lost on a spell, or you've lost your way in your Craft and you don't know what to do, think about maybe giving Art Magic a try. I hope my guide was a helpful starting point for anyone interested in the topic!

[lowkeyrobin]

helloo could you do mcyt's (preferably tommy, tubbo, freddie, and max but you can add whoever else!!) having to take care of the reader because they got their wisdom teeth out and their all delusional and out of it from the drugs 😭😭 have a good day!

omg YES OF CORURSE !!!! ; this sis so cute also sorry if this is like dumb cause I've never gotten wisdom teeth removed but I have gotten a cavity removed if that counts idk ; also it's 1am and I've been working on a double wattpad special project all day and I'm just like brainrotted LMFAOOOO ; anyways I'm super happy to get that like worked on and also do these reqs cause irs been like over a month atp I'm sorry

MCYT ; wisdom teeth removal

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu & maxggs

warnings ; language, substances (laughing gas), me not really knowing how this works ig

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

absolutely cackling everytime you speak

"I wanna listen to gay music, tom" you whine

"what is gay music?!??!"

"CHAPPELL ROAN"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING"

offers to get you yogurt on the way home

"pretzel"

"i know the soft pretzel addiction is tough, but they're too hard for you right now"

"what the fuck, mate"

you proceed to only say mate for an hour cause it doesn't sound like a real word anymore

pain in the ass

good for content!

his first video to reach 1m views in months LMAOOOO

RANBOO

has to get the whole crew in to help you

like whole crew as in harry, molly, tommy, and jack

"stand up in 1, 2, 3-"

you crash immediately to the floor

"i don't think that's standing"

"i don't think so either, harry"

literally loads you up on milkshakes

feels so bad about how you're complaining about being uncomfortable but he can't do anything so... suffer ig

he's just nodding along to the dumb shit you say

very embarrassing to be on the public bus though

everyone's quietly giggling trying to not laugh up a storm as you mumble about harry and something about vapes

you might as well be on crack

FREDDIE BADLINU

literally like teaching an infant how to walk

baby gloves are on, asks the dental surgeon what he needs to do and writes it down

constant hugs cause you ask for them every 3 seconds

actually laughing like hell when you say something weird/dumb

just hands you your earbuds and let's you play music if it helps the woozyness at all

"listen to megan with meeeee"

"okay, well I need an earbud, pal"

"oh, yeah"

takes a picture of your swollen mouth while you're taking a nap on his shoulder on the bus

"I'm convinced this is what raising a toddler is like"

"I'm a cool toddler though, right? cause I'm awesome and cool and awesome, right?"

"yup"

MAXGGS

you actually confuse him for tubbo and it was over (he was streaming w tubbo for tubbothon)

"okay, bye. get home safe-"

"mAx-" voice cracks are insane what

was worried that they performed surgery on your vocal chords while they had you out

nah your jaw wasn't used to being so strained for so long

loads you up with milkshakes and ice cream

you're mostly only getting around on his back cause you're too woozy

like taking care of a drunk person

"i have to change the towel-"

"what towel?"

"the towel in your mouth, y/n"

"THERES A TOWEL IN MY MOUTH?'

he's literally never laughed so much in his life

made a joke about being pro getting high on laughing gas

"whatever makes you happy, gang"

[reality-exodus]

Rebirth p.1

Pairing: George weasly x reader Word count: 1884 Summary: Y/N's pregnancy is something she realises late, as she attempts to speak to George, he has to go on the battle of the seven Potters.

It had been a crazy year Therefore actually living during the second wizarding world was something else. Both my parents were members of the order, and after Dumbledore’s murder everything seemed to be chaotically bad. They had a plan to lure the Death Eaters to Harry without sacrificing him. I was an exceptional potioneer or a more fun Snape as George always mocks me.  I was fixing the last parts of the poly juice potion when my boyfriend entered and hugged me from the behind causing me to jolt.

“George!” I exclaimed and he kissed my cheek before letting go. “I will ruin the whole thing!” I shouted at him. Truth be told I disliked the plan. Both him and I were to participate therefore I stepped back- I couldn’t handle it at that point felt as if I should stay back Molly and Ginny shouldn’t be left unguarded. Other than that I had the worse feeling ever and it drove me sick.

“Excuse you- I cannot seem to not hug you when I see you.” His voice stroked my ears as he sat next to my working bench. Before I could reply he gagged. “How can you stand the smell?” He asked me and I chuckled.

“Numbing spell. I don’t feel anything.” I smiled at him adding the hair Harry gave me. Then added the stinky green slimed potion into seven vials.

“Smart girl, But I prefer when you make art. How am I supposed to drink that?” He asked me, his tone whiny therefore he landed me back on reality. My hand shook lightly as I was pouring it on the vials. My expression shifted almost too immediately at the mention of the situation.

“Hey hey- Y/N what- what is it?” He asked me his frown matching mine. He removed the small cauldron and the vial from my grip, my hands were shaking.

“I really don’t want you to go-.” I sighed and looked elsewhere. “I am sorry, I don’t mean to discourage you- I should’ve been used to it by now, mom and dad always go…” I explained but felt awful for bringing it up like that. He shouldn’t worry about me or a potential failure.

“Y/N, you are not discouraging me- you know me better than this.” George chuckled and pulled me close to him. “Everything will be okay.” He smiled at me, his smile was always suing bad thoughts away, stress and angst as well. George is aware of my difficulties on this spot, my parents often had missions assigned to them by the order that had them in jeopardy, countless nights I spent for a letter that they are alive. George was always staying up with me.

“I wanted to tell you something- Something about us-.” I sighed and looked at him, my whole body went numb and this time it was not the spell. But the goddamn voice of Madeye whining was heard.

“You will tell me once I get back.” George spoke, he stroked my cheek caringly. “Because I will always get back to you.” He spoke before pulling me for a kiss. I kissed him back, my lips hugging his. Usually it was the other way around- My passion made him chuckle lightly.

“Y/N your mother said you were the quickest.” He exclaimed, he was my mother’s mentor and my father’s as well. Now he wanted to be mine as well therefore I have a better chemistry with Remus Lupin.

“Am I not? I did make a potion for seven that takes three months in 20 hours… I’d call that lightning speed.” I spoke and offered the vials to Fleur, then to Ron, Fred, Hermione, Madeye who looked at it judgementally.

“It smells.” Alastor commented and I smiled.

“I may or may have not put the hair of a goblin in it…” I spoke before I moved to George and gave it to him my expression shifting from joyful.

“I’ll bring him back to you in one piece.” Remus spoke, his hand squeezing my shoulder assuringly as everyone was changing. He pulled me further. “Are you feeling well? You seem a bit pale.” He commented.

“I am awake two days… it’s the exhaustion.” I attempted to assure him but Remus only shook his head.

“Heightened senses.”  Was all he said before returning back to the seven potters were standing in the middle of the room, he didn’t let me ask him though I knew he was aware of my current condition. I choked a laugh as Fleur was taking off her bra that wasn’t fit on Harry’s broad chest. Suddenly a potter grabbed my waist and kissed me. I let out a laugh.

“Now I cant tell who is Fred and who is you… You are identical.” I chuckled practically hugging Harry Potter.

“I am still prettier” Harry- Fred spoke up making me and George laugh.

“You wish” George chuckled, he was still holding me close to him but it wasn’t the same. I was literally kissing his sister’s boyfriend. Awkward.

~

The time passed- it was slowly moving on I was with Ginny in her room, she was reading to me a muggle book her father found and my eyelids went heavy, I hadn’t slept in some days, it wasn’t healthy and I had to be healthy these days. It was like a dream I was watching from afar. Voices- panicked voices. I woke up, reality hitting me hard once again- Someone was back. I launched my self downstairs to see Remus pointing his wand at Harry.

“Remus! What-?” I was to ask but then saw George- His head- he was bleeding “Oh my-…” I rushed and kneeled next to the sofa. He was white as sheet with Molly above him. His ghostly gaze looked up at me and his lips curved into a small smile that didn’t last more than two seconds. I could tell his eye lids felt heavy. He didn’t have the strength to move his gaze. I held his hand in mine but his fingers shifted cupping my hand instead. I teared up stroking his head slowly to take a look at the wound- I sobbed at the severity.

“Sssh” he shushed me that was all I need to keep my weeping silent. The last thing he needed was my sentimentalities. Remus placed his hand on my shoulder pulling me backwards lightly.

“There’s that spell on one of books of Snape-.” I turned to Harry. “This was a sectumsemptra-.” I sobbed the counter curse. Remus seemed thoughtful and Harry stunned. I felt the frustration boiling my blood. “And- and until then he needs the Anticeptic potion-.” I spoke, my voice was shaking and I sobbed. Once I turned around I saw Fred and Mr. Weasly. I didn’t realize they were back.

“How are you feeling Georgie?” Fred was asking, his hand shaking as well as he stroked George’s head. I was right behind him touching his shoulder. His gaze looking up at me before he made space for me too. I kneeled next to him.

“Saint like.” Georgie spoke and I got confused and looked at Fred.

“Come again?” Fred asked with a frown.

“I’m holey, Holey Fred.” Geroge chuckled weakly. I laughed getting his humor almost too immediately, his fingers waving lightly as I placed my hand to the spot they belonged. In his.

“The wole wide world of ear related humor and you go for ‘I am holey’? Pathetic.” Fred spoke, his lips crept in a smile and I couldn’t help but laugh. I admired their relationship- more than anything. It was so unique and pretty.

“Mad-eyes dead.” I heard- it was Bill- his gaze blank.

I covered my mouth removing my hand from George’s. I stood up almost immediately getting lightheaded. Fred got me before anything would happen further, unfortunately George saw it- he tried moving.

“Hey no -no” I exclaimed “I’ll get some air and make the potion alright?” I asked him- I didn’t bother hiding my tears anymore. It would be unnatural he knew me too well.

“Fred” George spoke his twins name and Fred knew exactly what his brother wanted him to do. He stood up holding my forearm for security as he escorted me out. Once we were out I let out a loud sob letting the bottled up sentiments out.

“Hey- hey” Fred pulled me in a hug. “He will be alright.” He assured me, rubbing my back in a soothing way. I hugged him too. He was the most important person to both our lives.

“Its- I wanted to tell him- And now I cant he is so injured- But I will not be able to live if he doesn’t know- if he never learns.” I babbled out between sobs, my tears were rivers streaming down my face- I stumbled- leaning against Fred’s physique.

“Easy Y/N!” he exclaimed as he kneeled down assisting me to sit on the grass. “Tell him what- He will live- he cant not do that.” Fred assured me- or more like attempted to do sofor both me and him.

“I tried telling him before you all left and he said I should tell him once he comes back. I had a bad feeling and it became real-.” I sobbed trying to unriddle what was so important what was panicking me.

“What are you talking about?” he asked me, I was shaking and he placed his coat on my shoulders and I hugged closer to me to get warmer.

“I am pregnant Fred! And he doesn’t know.” I exclaimed with a sob- “And now he is dying- he is bleeding out and we don’t even know the assessment of the wound and- I am not calm enough to do that-.” my overthinking habit was audibly taking over.

“You- you are- Y/N you need to calm down- not for you or George- but for the tiny creature here.” Fred assured me guiding me to take deep breaths. “Who else knows??”he asked me.

“Lupin understood- heightened senses.” I revealed my hand subcounciously to my belly. I had gained weight already but no one seemed to notice and  I only found out two days ago before all these started.

“He will be alright okay? How about you tell me the herbs you need for that potion-.” Fred spoke, I could tell his panic rising.

“You know of herbology?” i asked with a slight chuckle, I was wiping my tears with my sleeve as I took the hand he offered to stand up.

“For your information, I know more than I let on.” Fred smiled as I started mentioning our years at Hogwarts.

Hey there

this ones a bit out of the blue as i rewatched some of the movies. I hope you liked it, it is uneditted and unprocessed. There will be one more part of this one shot soon to be uploaded.

Please let me know your opinion, it is always useful and appreciated to hear comments and remarks readers may have.

yours, Silvermist

PS/ I would gladly accept requests of harry potter you may have, send me a message or comment your request. I would gladly write about it.

[oldstormyy]

hey! i don’t know if you’ve ever talked about it before but i’m curious what your thoughts are on the dynamic of dutch and hosea’s relationship specifically when it comes to the women that have been in their lives- bessie & annabelle/grimshaw/molly- the art you’ve done exploring those relationships has always been really compelling to me and i’d like to know how you interpret them!

thank you that makes me happy becos i love the way these relationships are written.... most of my opinions on any relationships within the gang involving dutch start from the premise that i believe that dutch is genuine and honest in his feelings and words, and that gang members' love for him is also genuine. so i do think he loved molly, he loved susan, he loved annabelle... the thing is, sometimes loving someone isn't enough and things don't work out.

i do think there is always a hyerarchy of importance in dutch's mind when it comes to people, even if he might not admit that to himself. i love the writing in this game because it's nuanced and thoughtful and highlights the flaws in people and relationships. they're chasing the mythical west as much as they're chasing the idea of a family......

anyway i don't have many thoughts involving annabelle because we know nothing of her and i prefer to stick to what we know. i do think it's stupid when people say dutch didn't love her because he never talks about her. like sure whatever you say! as for bessie, i think her role in the story is incredibly interesting, but i did write a post about her here. i do stand by all that and think it's very important lol.

susan grimshaw. i understand why some people find her triggering i do. but i LOVE that she's written the way she is. if she was all good and perfect she wouldn't be as interesting. and i LOOOOVE that she's lived with dutch for most of her life, and they were in a relationship but simply decided to stay friends? fell out of love? we don't know the details, but to me it's incredible that they are like family (and they clearly have a soft spot for each other) after all those years despite being exes. i don't know, i feel like that says a lot about who they are as people--so loyal and dedicated (and also forgiving). the situationships in this gang go crazy WHICH BRINGS US TO MOLLY LOL. now i think this might be one of my most controversial takes but even if molly "deserved better" i wouldn't change a THING about how she's written. it's SUCH a good tragedy. people love to take away her agency and pin it all on dutch, and while i obviously don't deny the damage dutch did, i see her self-isolating and being delusional and spiralling. i see you molly!!!! i think she and dutch are so similar, they have similar character arcs, i would love to see more discussion about that instead of "top 25 moments of dutch being evilTM"

ok i did NOT mean to type so much but when i get started on women in red dead i go crazy. i have so much more to say. i don't even know if this is what you wanted me to talk about? anyway tldr i love red dead because of these relationships and their nuances. sometimes you can love the worst person you know and that experience can haunt you for the rest of your life, and you will find yourself forgiving this person over and over, and you will feel disgust for the love you have, and you will keep on loving anyway <3

[incorrectbatfam]

What do the Goofy Gooners look like .. asking for a friend …

Rob is a tired dad with an inferiority complex. He doesn't put much effort into his appearance because basic hygiene already saps a lot of his energy. He has reddish-brown hair that he keeps short for convenience and doesn't shave as often as he should, so there's always a thin layer of stubble. I picture him to be around 33 but stress makes him look older. He usually wears the same basic t-shirts and cargo pants—a polo would be fancy for him. He's on the underweight side because he frequently skips meals so his kids and Milo have enough. He also has random tattoos scattered over his arms plus one on his leg and neck. They don't mean anything, just dumb stuff he got when he was younger, including a winking emoticon and the Pillsbury doughboy.

Blaise is 26 and you can tell he's a stoner from the get-go. He has dirty blonde hair that he grows out but hardly maintains, and the same level of effort goes for his clothes. He often wears things he finds in dumpsters or thrift stores and chooses comfort over style. His clothes have lots of hidden pockets for lighters, firecrackers, and weapons. He's tall and lanky, which makes living out of Milo's car in the parking lot awkward (Rob offered his apartment but he declined). Similar to Rob, Blaise also has a number of meaningless tattoos plus several piercings. He also plays the guitar and keeps his lucky pick on a necklace.

Kellin is a 20-year-old originally hailing from Thailand. Their assassin parents trained them in gymnastics, martial arts, and various weaponry from a young age in hopes that Kellin would follow in the family's footsteps and join the League of Assassins. That obviously didn't work out and they traveled around as an independent hitman (hitperson?) for a couple years before they landed in Gotham. They're always battle-ready—if they could shower in their assassin uniform they would. They changed their name and keep their hair just long enough to mask their face. They're fluent in English, Thai, Vietnamese, Chinese, and Arabic, but they prefer to let their actions speak for them instead.

Molly is a 25-year-old trans woman who incorporates her jobs as a drug dealer, team strategist, and nightclub DJ in a single look. She has long dark hair dyed with neon streaks but ties it up when fighting. She's not the most formidable combatant but she has basic fighting skills and is very calculative. Her primary weapon is a metal baseball bat, inspired by her favorite anti-hero, Harley Quinn. She also has a belt equipped with her experimental chemicals and smoke pellets. However, she's not allowed to pair up with Blaise on missions because it's an open secret that the two of them can't focus around each other.

Otto is a war veteran and car mechanic around the same age as Alfred, but that's where the similarities end. He's been wearing the same mechanic's uniform for the past four decades, the only differences between then and now being his hair thinning, a couple front teeth falling out, and acquiring a beer gut. His arms are covered in scabs and scars from the job and he's had trouble with his right knee ever since the army. On the surface he seems like a Boomer yelling at kids to get off his lawn, but he's more like a stern but well-intentioned grandpa who is disappointed to see nothing much has changed over the years.

Milo is your standard 15-year-old delinquent. He's slightly small for his age and doesn't pack that big of a punch on his own, but put him behind the wheel and he's a total menace. When he's not driving, he keeps himself stimulated with video games or his collection of keychains (his favorite is purple bat because of his puppy crush on Spoiler). His look is reminiscent of early 2000s skater punks, including a bright red mohawk and his trusty headphones. Everything he owns, minus his car, fits into a single backpack. His weapon, on the rare occasion Rob lets him on the front line, is a batarang he found on the street.

Gene is someone you would never expect to have so many issues because on the outside he looks like an average 40-year-old glasses-wearing office worker. He has short sandy hair and dark circles under his eyes from nightmares. His meds help a lot, but sometimes he's still seen pacing around and muttering to himself. He's not a danger anymore compared to the past, which is why Rob trusts him enough to share an apartment. Gene focuses his nervous energy into his research and tinkering instead, amassing a comedic collection of hyperspecific gadgets.

Mac is basically the guy in the chair. He's 30 and has thick glasses, thick curly brown hair, a thin goatee, and almost exclusively wears flannel. His nails are down to a nub because he bites them when concentrating. He's also often seen with chips or an energy drink in his hands and wears a jailbroken smart watch. Of the team, he has the least physical prowess but the most brain power. He doesn't see combat often but keeps a pistol in case. He turned an old ice cream truck into his home/mobile office so he can plug in anywhere. Like Kellin, he's also not from Gotham, but instead Fawcett City and has a distinct Minnesota accent.

Booker is a 19-year-old Gotham U student and the third member of the team's Glasses Trio. He's an intelligent guy slated to graduate a year early and thus needs his internship credits sooner. He's very polite (albeit a little socially awkward) and puts his best foot forward by coming into work with slacks and fun patterned suspenders even though he doesn't have to. His hair has a slightly uneven fade because his sister insisted on practicing on him for cosmetology school, so he covers it with a fedora. He carries his things in a laptop bag and has an enthusiastic bounce in his step that only newbies would have.

Jackie and Gunner are Rob's 6-year-old twins (Jackie being 8 minutes older) and are the babies of this hodgepodge family. Jackie takes after her late mother with frizzy black hair usually tied in pigtails. She loves wearing pink, reads way above her level, and is a horse girl in that she wants one to stomp on the people she doesn't like. Gunner looks more like his dad, though his hair is a little messier and overgrown. He hates school but loves dirt and monster trucks. Both of them have a troublesome streak but Jackie's a little better at hiding it. They quarrel like siblings do but at the end of the day, they always stick up for each other.

[inkyarcturus]

For my contribution for pride month I’d like to share my personal head canons for Harry Potter characters!!!

Harry Potter: I’m gonna be honest I project on this man far too unhealthily to NOT be biased (I’ve been going by the name Harry in IRLfor 3 and a half years now I think? Bc of this man /srs) but that man’s bi with a capital B 💕💜💙 personally I enjoy seeing trans man Harry as well but unfortunately I don’t see as many fanfics of him as such :,) shoutout to all the fanfic creators I see making Harry a trans woman tho!!! I’d also love to see a genderfluid/nonbinary Harry or two!!!

Hermione Granger: trans woman!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ *crowd cheers* as for sexuality wise? I’ve seen her depicted as straight, bisexual and lesbian- and honestly I think I can see her fitting all of these!!!

Ronald Weasley: I always struggle to pinpoint what I headcanon Ron to be. I have seen a couple of people headcannoning him as a trans man 🏳️‍⚧️- referencing Molly continuing to have children until she had a girl creates perfect levels of angst for this- but I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent aspect of him inside my head. Now that I think about him a little more- I think I might headcanon him as unlabeled more than anything sexuality wise. I think he’s into women but he wouldn’t be opposed or too surprised if he developed a crush on a guy.

Luna Lovegood: She’s a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈💕 (I will occasionally accept fanfics where she is pan and is with Neville but her being a lesbian is the main headcanon) also a little gender queer in whichever way you choose 🏳️‍⚧️ sometimes I see her as genderfluid, bigender and just generally nonbinary

Ginny Weasley: bi- so so bi 💕💜💙

Draco Malfoy: Gayest motherfucker in town I’m sorry- Mr. Tells his father literally everything about Harry 💚🤍💙

Remus Lupin: bi 💕💜💙 there’s no question about that in my mind, I think he has a small preference for men but that’s it!!!

Sirius Black: He switches between using the labels queer and gay but you know that man kisses other men!!! 💚🤍💙 I know a lot of people tend to headcanon him as genderfluid which I enjoy seeing but it’s never been a main stay headcanon for me :,)

Tonks: (She/they) Lesbian and Intersex 🏳️‍🌈💕💛🟣. I’m sorry but the age gap between Remus and her in the original books make me uncomfortable- as for being intersex, I think most ppl believe being a metamorphmagus means she is automatically genderfluid, while I like seeing genderfluid representation, I think ppl often fail to acknowledge the difference between sex and gender. As a metamorphmagus, she transforms her body, her gender doesn’t seem to change w it in the books. While I like the headcanons of them being genderfluid I wish more people explored that specific idea.

Severus Snape: queer? Queer. In every sense of the word. I think most people view him as bi 💕🟣💙 which I agree with (Lily and Mulciber, also absolutely headcanon him having a crush on both Lucius AND Narcissa) but also I think he’s a little bit gender funky- I mean just look at him- no one who stands like that isn’t just cis /ref. Sev absolutely painted his nails and did eyeliner, he absolutely wore a floor length black skirt and absolutely had days where mister hit wrong in all the right places and everyone in her group helped by doing tiny things like braiding her hair and putting bat clips in it for fun 🏳️‍⚧️

Anyways speed run round 🏃

💕🟣💙: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang (has the fandom chosen a new name for her yet?) Bill Weasley

🧡💛🤍🩵💙: Charlie Weasley, Neville? (Didn’t think of this until just now but it’s growing on me?-)

🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙: Dean thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Dumbledore (I may not like him that much but he is gay)

🏳️‍🌈💕: Minerva Mcgonagall, Poppy Pomfrey

If I missed anyone I’m sorry :,)

Anyways!!! Join if you’d like with your own headcanons!!!

@pottistic @marriso1 (If you guys don’t wanna join w ur own headcanons that’s okay! I thought this would just be fun :P)

[geminialchemist]

Long post with Hazbin Hotel S1 spoilers!

While I don’t think it’ll happen, what I’d love to see from season 2 of Hazbin Hotel is an episode set in Heaven, directly after the events of S1E6 “Welcome to Heaven.” Preferably, this episode will be either the first or second episode of the season, with Adam still alive and kicking as Heaven prepares for the next Extermination Day.

Why do I want an episode like this? Simple. Because after what happened in S1E6, Heaven has to be in a lot of turmoil. I’m talking total chaos, protests in the streets kind of stuff. Think about it from the perspective of one of the winners. Hell, think of it from the perspective of Angel Dust’s sister in Heaven, Molly.

You’re Molly, and you’re dead, and end up in Heaven. Score! So you go searching for your twin brother, who died before you(probably, canon is unclear right now). You two were close, and you had the best relationship with Anthony out of anyone in your family.

You search for a while. A very long while. Heaven is a big place, after all. You don’t find Anthony anywhere. You ask around, and no one has seen or heard of him. Doubt builds up, as this can only mean one thing and you dread getting that answer. Finally, you go to the big name taker himself, St. Peter, and ask politely if your brother has been through the pearly gates, and you hear the worst news since you got to Heaven, he didn’t make the cut and is in Hell.

So now you’re asking around to find out if anyone has ever made it up from Hell and into Heaven. Surely someone has, right? But as you ask the angels and other winners around Heaven, you get a variety of replies, ranging from pity to some straight up laughing in your your face over the very idea that a sinner can be redeemed. The answer, no matter who you ask, is the same. A resounding “No.”

So, Hell is forever(whether you like it or not), and you’ll never see Anthony again. There doesn’t even seem to be a way to message sinners, or visit them. You don’t think he deserved his fate, but you can only hope that Hell isn’t as bad as everyone says it is, and that he’s doing well down there.

Then one day, someone from Hell is visiting Heaven, which is unheard of and is causing a ruckus. The Princess of Hell herself is here! After a song and dance number, you discover she’s here for a trial hearing about if a sinner can be redeemed or not. This is the best news you’ve heard in decades! You might have a chance to reunite with Anthony! You go to the trial, take a seat in the gallery of the courtroom, and what you find out is horrific.

Hell is worse than you thought. Your brother, Anthony, of all people, is the example the princess of Hell is using to make her case, and now he goes by Angel Dust, and is forced to be a porn star. Despite unknowingly passing every test that Adam and the Seraphim place on him, they still deem Anthony unfit for heaven, even as Emily argues against this, siding with Hell’s Princess. Why is the princess of Hell more concerned with your brother’s fate than Heaven, who are supposed to be the good guys?

And even worse, you find out that every year, Adam and a bunch of angels under his command go down and kill sinners, just like your brother. Adam slaughters them, and doesn’t hide his enjoyment of his actions, even proclaiming his intentions of attacking the very hotel that is trying to rehabilitate sinners as his first target for the next extermination. And the head Seraphim, Sera, says and does nothing to stop him. She absolutely condones his monstrous actions.

Heaven has been killing people, committing genocide, for who knows how long? Denying your family, friends, and loved ones who didn’t make the cut a chance to change, and then murdering them? Anthony has only managed to survive by luck or skill, and now his head is directly placed on the chopping block after he’s gone through all this effort to get into heaven in the first place?

And now the courtroom is in shambles, angels arguing over this earthshattering news that Adam and Sera have been hiding from them. Even some of your fellow mortal souls are torn into two camps, one who thinks the sinners deserve whatever is coming to them, and the other like yourself who don’t want their friends and family in hell to suffer even more.

You decide to Hell with Heaven. Torches and pitchforks all around as over the course of a month you do everything you can along with your fellow likeminded angels and Winners to get the extermination canceled. Protests, threats, petitions, you try everything, but it’s all in vain as Adam gathers his troops and goes down.

Thats what I wanna see in the start of season 2, with the Heaven focused episode ending with Sir Pentious arriving in Heaven, proving a sinner can redeem themselves, and putting an end to the conflict. But just because Heaven decides to end the exterminations and work to redeem sinners now that there is undeniable proof walking/slithering among them, doesn’t mean it washes away their own sins. Sera can’t bring back the millions who were killed by Adam and his legions, who now will never have a chance to be redeemed and reunite with their loved ones in Heaven. Molly wouldn’t even know if Anthony survived the last extermination.

Let there be a shake up in heaven, let there be lingering resentment towards the angels for what they’ve done, let there be some kind of conflict or consequences for the actions Heaven took. I always hate when a show glosses over stuff like this. I want the final shot of this hypothetical episode to be Sera and Em sitting in that room, with protests right outside their door, discussing what needs to be done. Sera wanting to continue the exterminations, even if if it angers the winners because she believes its in their best interests, and Em trying to get Sera to change her mind, and call off the attack, only for Sir Pentious to pop in like he did at the end of season one, ending their discussion because now Sera doesn’t have a leg to stand on anymore.

You can even keep a comedic angle by having the Winners be terrible at civil protests because they’re all so goodie two shoes. They don’t want to throw a brick through a window, that would be rude and mean!

[saphirered]

I saw the Autumn/Winter prompts and i have to.

So how about Solstice Kiss with Mollymauk preferably Spice and Fluff. I am a sucker for Molly (is it obvious?)

I’ve been dying to write for the M9 again! Especially after having been to the Live Show 😩Fluff with some spice coming right up! Hope you enjoy! 😘

The party rages on. Whatever solstice celebrations this village takes to are very much enjoyable. It’s a refreshing delight to see such peoples take to such debauchery without eye for consequence or modesty. Drink flows a plenty, delicious foods are shared graciously, and the company, the company does not judge. It indulges. When the carnival stopped here for their last show of the year they did not intend to stay this long but the snow kept them. A gift from the gods themselves according to some because they were welcomed by the locals and are more than happy to enable every poor life choice made on this eve for the sake of everyone’s enjoyment. No one would be left out. No one would feel sad or alone on this night. Tonight they are all among family and friends and lovers. It is a good night. 

Mollymauk watches as you dance with Bo the Breaker. You’re spun into the arms of Gustav next who offers you a cup you take to your lips. You’re dressed to impress. While he might be a little biased he dares say you are the most beautiful creature to be seen. While you danced he had occupied himself telling some fortunes here and there. He’d have done it for drink and trade but these people offered generously, even more so when their cups kept refilling. Pockets heavy they kept coming to him still and he would tell them their fortunes. They’d eat up every word but despite his nimble fingers pulling forth the cards he searched for, he was slower than usual. You caught his attention, distracted him whenever you entered his peripheral vision and you knew it too. Little minx you are. 

And then you disappeared into the crowd. His focus returned. If only for a little. Molly finishes up yet another fortune, reshuffling his cards how he always does, assuring they’re in the right order. He has a moment of respite and expects the next farmer to come chatter any moment. The chair opposite of him is not occupied but in front of him he finds a cup of questionable looking liquid. Arms drape over his shoulders sliding down until they link together over his chest. You perch your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to his neck. He’s sure you can feel the goosebumps spread across his skin. Your lips are cold. He’s got every intention to change that now. 

“So everyone is having a good time and you are reading fortunes? We closed hours ago.” You chirp letting your cold fingers trail along the exposed skin of his chest. More goosebumps. He can feel your smile when your lips brush so close to his ear. Molly takes the cup in one hand, putting his cards away with the other before he turns to face you better. You take the opportunity to slide into his lap and take a sip of his cup. 

“What’s a little overtime for these good people.” He takes the cup from you. “I thought that was meant for me?” Teasing as ever. He takes a sip. Gods that’s good. Before he can ask you answer.

“Apparently they call it apple crumble mede. It sounds disgusting but tastes like apple pie. They also have cherry, chilli and whiskey but I’m particularly fond of the chestnut one.” 

“So exactly how much did you have to drink?”

“Not nearly enough to be even remotely tipsy.” You’re truthful. You’d only had a single sip of those before you settled on this one. You’d barely had one cup. Molly shakes his head. 

“Such a party and such little drinking? What has become of our reigning champion?” He jests and chuckles when you go to reach for the cup. He holds it out of your reach until you give up with a roll of your eyes. Only then does he feel safe to actually drink more. You clutch your hands together rubbing them for warmth and subconsciously move yourself closer into him. 

“Cold?” He asks. You don’t even make a point to deny it. Instead you curl closer to him. 

“I’m warm when I’m dancing. I feel like the dead of winter when I stop moving.” 

“So what you’re saying is we got to keep you warm somehow?” Molly gives you the most suggestive look he can muster just to humour you. 

“But what about the midnight dance?” You groan throwing your head against his shoulder. His fingers gently dance up your side, brushing up and down at an even pace. They slip under the fabric of your shirt. Molly is making it very hard for you to focus and he knows it. 

“If you insist. I’ll never say no to a dance with you.” You make no move to get up just yet. “Come on… It’s tradition after all.” He lifts you to your feet until you stand on your own, then takes a step backwards and with a ridiculous bow extends to you his hand. Your freezing fingers touch his and he instantly brings them to his lips, shiver running down his spine as the cold hits him but he doesn’t let it stop him. Despite his warmer body, Molly still very much is susceptive to the cold, perhaps even more so than you. 

Mollymauk leads you to the dance floor, where the commoners dance their commoner’s waltzes and let’s be honest, these are probably the only dances the carnies actually know. It’s something to bond over, to finally fit into the chaos that allows for mistakes and choses fun over perfection. The musicians play an upbeat tune while the locals sing the song in a chorus of dancers. Everyone seems to know the song, or at least enough to hum along where the words are but foreign to them or their ability to form coherent sentences, be they out of breath or too intoxicated. You spin under his arm, link your arm with his, close in, then apart, side to side and twirl around each other. You sway and sway, close in, a hairs breath away, and then too far. Repeat. 

It’s the midnight dance, following the patterns of the stars and skies and constellations long lost to Exandria but it matters not. You feel alive, so incredibly alive. The dance is a short, too short but when you see that burning in those scarlet eyes, see that love and admiration, that joy, you know it’s just long enough. You know how this dance ends. You’ve heard the locals talk about it when you ran your errands. And so when the last note strikes and the cheers erupt, you step in close within Molly’s embrace. You look him in the eye, then down to his lips and place yours against his in a feverish kiss. His response is quick, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, the other at the back of your neck tilting your head ever so slightly to gain better access to you. You feel his lips part, his tongue brush against yours and you invite him wholly. Perhaps time slows, or perhaps it moves all too fast because when you part you want more, so much more and when you look him in the eye, so does he. 

Taking his hand you pull Mollymauk along away from the dancing and feasting people. Instead you make for a barn. Perhaps not the most glorious place but you’ve found yourselves in far worse. You quickly pick the lock and slide into the barn, Molly following behind. When he enters you quickly close the door and push him against it. Your lips are on his, hands sliding up his chest until you cup his cheeks. He takes a moment to recover but quickly his hand settle on your hips and in one swift motion he lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you along to the piles of hay. As you’ve done many times before, you push the coat from his shoulders. Begrudgingly he sets you down so you can take it off and without breaking contact once, place it down behind you. You use this moment to change places, urge him backwards and onto the coat. 

You are the image of seduction and you bring him to his knees with but one wanton look; your lips are slightly parted, your pupils dilated. He can see your breath rise and the twitch of your fingers. All it takes is a gentle push of your guiding hand and he is at your mercy as you crawl on top of him, legs on either side, fingers in his hair pulling at the roots ever so lightly. Your lips meet once more, tongues dancing together, but a taste of what’s to come, of what you are setting out to do. It’s safe to say those solstice kisses are intoxicating but you can do so much more and you intend to prove it. He all but whines when you trail your kisses down his neck, being sure to leave many a mark there, and go down further and further until you feel him. You look up at him when you reach for the buckles of his belt, teasingly slow to undo them. 

“Say the word.” You croon looking up through your lashes. You could have him undone right then and there. When he doesn’t respond thinking about what you’ll do to him, you let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his trousers. The sweet noises he makes when he’s at your mercy.

“Please.” Begrudgingly he speaks but is cut off by his own mewling sounds when he feels your tongue circle him, then your lips wrap around him, just the once before letting your hands take over, stroking so slowly.

“That’s a good devil.” You grin and when you see the flush to his skin, feel his fingers lace in your hair you go down again. This will be an eventful solstice. One to remember for sure. 

[lisbeth-kk]

An eventful and busy day for a certain landlady.

January 5

It’s been another eventful day. My hand is steadier tonight, due to said events. Sherlock’s playing a piece I’ve heard before. Probably something played at the New Year’s Concert from Vienna. A Strauss waltz, I think. It’s beautiful. I must say I prefer it when he plays like this rather than assaulting his violin. 

Tim has, as mentioned, changed his mood alongside mine. He was quite considerate and cuddly when my bad mood struck, but now he’s found a skein of yarn to fight with. I haven’t the heart to scold him about it. It’s not that I’m in need of it anyway. I can’t remember the last time I knitted. 

John surprised me just before lunch, and that was the end of all the ache my body and mind had bestowed me with the first days of this year. 

“You know what day it is tomorrow?” John asked me when we sat down at my kitchen table with a cuppa. 

“Of course, dear. It’s Sherlock’s birthday. And Epiphany, but I guess it’s the former you’re referring to,” I answer cheekily. 

John chuckles and blushes slightly. He clears his throat before he comes forth with his request. 

“Indeed, Sherlock’s birthday, Mrs. Hudson. And you know that he normally doesn’t celebrates it, but…”

John trails off, seeming uncertain on how to continue.

“Go on, John,” I urge him. 

“Well, it’s a bit different this year, I think.”

The blush gets deeper by the minute, and I find it adorable.

“I…uhm…well…I want this year to be the start of something new, you see. Nothing big, he wouldn’t want that. At all. Just the three of us. Maybe Molly, Greg and Mike as well, but I haven’t asked them. Mycroft…I think he…”

“Maybe next year,” I say, hoping to be helpful. 

“Yeah,” John breathes and seems relieved. 

“Do you want me to bake something?” I ask innocently, knowing that’s exactly why he’s come down here. 

“Would you mind?” he asks a bit anxious. “I know you’ve been…”

“Nonsense, John! There’s nothing wrong with me. Not anymore at least. That Austrian chocolate cake would do nicely, I think,” I say and start to scribble down a shopping list. 

John inhales sharply and looks at me with awe. 

“You know how to make the Sacher Torte?” he asks incredulously.

His perfect pronunciation astounds me, but I guess it’s Sherlock’s doing. I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. There are so many things John doesn’t know about my past. Sherlock too, for that matter. I’m tempted to test my Austrian accent on him but decide against it. Best not give him a heart attack on top of everything. 

“Leave it to me, dear,” I tell him. 

***

My second visitor today was Sherlock. What he had deduced about John and his plans for the next day, didn’t surprise me one bit. I wonder if he knows how attuned he is to John and his every doing. Perhaps not consciously. By now, I guess it’s out of habit. Natural. Like breathing, which he finds so boring. I can’t help but smile at his childish behaviour. My precious boy. 

“What can I do for you, dear?” I ask when Sherlock walks into my sitting room. 

He doesn’t bother with knocking today, knowing that I’m mostly back to my normal self. 

“I hope you granted John’s wish about tomorrow,” Sherlock starts. 

When he opens his mouth to speak again, I hold up my hands to stop him. 

“Of course, I did, Sherlock. Why wouldn’t I? Honestly, my dear, sometimes…”

I huff and beckons him to leave so I can start baking his cake. He takes my hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it tenderly. It brings tears to my eyes and when he thanks me in his most sincere tone, I spot a bit of moisture in his eyes as well.

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[hottiemcdottie]

Hello. I hope you are doing well.

I'm a new fan of Monk, and I have a question about Tony/Monk and Bitty/Sharona.

I have started to read your fanfiction novel, Mr. Monk and The Port, and I like Monk's and Sharona's chemistry already. The only thing I dislike is the cursing, which is just a personal preference. I know you are a big shipper of the two, and so am I, but I just was wondering if you ship Tony and Bitty as well?

In some of your post, you mentioned both Tony's and Bitty's choice of action. I never put that much thought into it. I just thought the two are incredible actors, which they are.

I sense that you ship Tony/Monk and Bitty/Sharona behind the sences, and with their unmatchable chemistry and double act, do you think anything ever happened between them behind the scenes? I'm not counting on it because Tony is married, but I would like to hear your thoughts.

Another question, how do you think Tony, as well as the main cast, responded to Bitty Schram leaving? There's no comment on anyone's behalf, besides the network's statement. The cast's chemistry is really good. Everyone played their part well. It saddens me that Bitty left because of a contract disruption, or the reason she truly left, because she truly made the show. This is talked alot, but the way the writers have written Sharona's leaving was horrible.

Anyways, thank you for responding in advance. Take care!

Hello friend!

I see you have caught onto my not-so-subtle hints!

Unfortunately, as Bitty Schram is currently out in Idaho and appeared recently on a MAGA podcast (without video), I have had to give up my ship, as I can of course not support anyone who stands with MAGA. She was not asked to appear in the Monk movie, and that's justified in my opinion.

But yes, before this I did think Tony and Bitty had at least done a tiny bit of kissing off-screen. I don't think he would cheat on his wife in any substantial capacity, so that's just speculation. They had major chemistry though, and it was clear they adored each other and that never changed. It's the root of the double act they were able to create.

And I still think Adrian and Sharona would have been a good match when he'd done some recovering. I think Monk very obviously was in love with Sharona and she loved him back. I think Bitty was pretty clear on it because she said in an interview that Sharona (and she herself) "loves him no matter what" which is a nice statement. And of course Tony said he couldn't think of any other guest star in the 8th season that mattered to him, which was VERY sweet. The writers even said they wrote Sharona as the exasperated wife.

It was also so sweet to see how excited and happy he was to have her back for the 8th season. I hated the storyline but you could see the love and chemistry had gone nowhere. Their acting choices really did reflect their feelings for each other and I loved that.

I'm disappointed in Bitty Schram, of course, given that I would have expected much better from an East Coast, NYC-adjacent artist, but I have to shrug at it too. When MAGA loses in November, they'll go back to whatever they were doing before and maybe she'll come back to the East Coast. Who knows?

So the original reason for her firing was stupid and inept management, and she did deserve better than she got. And I do think she had massive chemistry with Tony Shalhoub and that for me translated into potential for romance once Monk did some recovering.

I like to think that now that he lives in New York with Molly, Sharona comes to the city to see him.

Also thanks so much for reading the fic! It's the ending I would have wanted for them before the movie came out.

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 2) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: Broken Code

Summary: Irene has returned, and Sherlock and (Y/N) face a puzzle that could destroy years of work.

            One wakeup call, shower, and change of clothes later, Irene was sitting across from Sherlock and (Y/N) in the living room as John hovered awkwardly in the kitchen.

            “So who’s after you?” asked Sherlock.

            “People who want to kill me,” said Irene.

            “Who’s that?” repeated Sherlock.

            “Killers,” said Irene casually.

            “Being more specific would be more helpful,” remarked (Y/N).

            “So you faked your death to get ahead of them,” said Sherlock.

            “It worked for a while,” said Irene, smirking.

            “Except you let John know that you were alive, and therefore, us,” said Sherlock.

            “I knew you’d keep my secret,” said Irene.

            “You couldn’t,” said Sherlock.

            “But you did.” Irene smirked. “Now, where’s my camera phone?”

            “It’s not here. We’re not stupid,” said John.

            “Then what have you done with it?” asked Irene. “If they’ve guessed you’ve got it, they’ll be watching you.”

            “If they’ve been watching us, they’ll know that I took a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago,” said Sherlock.

            A good diversion. Let them break into that instead of here, thought (Y/N). But I have a feeling Sherlock’s just going to hand it over to see what happens with this case.

            “I need it,” said Irene.

            “Well, we can’t just go and get it, can we?” said John, crossing his arms. “Molly Hooper. She could collect it, take it to Bart’s. Then one of your homeless network could bring it here, leave it in the café, and one of the boys downstairs could bring it up the back.”

            “Very good, John,” said Sherlock. “Excellent plan, with intelligent precautions.”

            “Thank you. So, why don’t—Oh, for the love of God,” groaned John as Sherlock pulled out the phone and handed it to Irene.

            Knew it, thought (Y/N). “What do you have on there?” they asked.

            “Pictures, information, anything I might find useful,” said Irene evasively.

            “What, for blackmail?” asked John.

            “For protection. I make my way in the world; I misbehave. I like to know people will be on my side exactly when I need them to be,” said Irene.

            “I guess when you mess with powerful people you need to have security,” murmured (Y/N).

            Irene nodded. “I like to slap them around, but I’d prefer them to not slap around me.”

            “So, how do you acquire this information?” questioned Sherlock.

            “I told you, I misbehave,” said Irene with a smirk and a wink.

            “You accidentally got something that’s more danger than protection, didn’t you?” asked (Y/N), leaning forward.

            Irene chuckled and smiled. It was softer, less conniving. If Sherlock was correct (and he would say he always was), he would say Irene seemed to like (Y/N). “Clever kid,” she said. “Yes, I did. Problem is: I don’t understand it.”

            “Show us,” said (Y/N).

            Irene reached out, but Sherlock held the phone out of her reach. “The passcode.” Irene just stared at him until Sherlock handed her the phone.

            She frowned as she typed in a code. “It’s not working.”

            Sherlock grabbed the phone back. “No, because it’s a duplicate that I made, into which you’ve just entered the numbers 1-0-5-8. I assumed you’d choose something more specific than that but, um, thanks anyway.” Sherlock pulled out the real phone and typed in the code. The phone beeped angrily.

            (Y/N) recognized it from his first attempt. This code wasn’t correct, either. And now only one try was left. If they got it wrong, the phone would destroy itself.

            Dammit. Irene is clever. It’s impressive but annoying because she’s outplaying us. (Y/N) shivered. Moriarty outplayed us, too… Now that really ruined their mood.

            “I told you that camera phone was my life,” said Irene. “I know when it’s in my hand.”

            “You’re good,” admitted (Y/N).

            “You did your best,” said Irene. She smiled playfully. “And I’m sure you’ll get another chance to prove your prowess.” She held her hand out, and Sherlock begrudgingly handed over the real phone. “There was man, an MOD official,” explained Irene as she unlocked the phone and began going through its contents. “I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn’t know it, but I photographed it. He was a bit…tied up at the time.” She smirked before holding out the photo to (Y/N) and Sherlock. “It’s a bit small on that screen, but you can read it.”

            (Y/N) peered at the email curiously. They wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. What was the email that was going to save the world?

007 Confirmed allocation 4C12C45F13G60A60B61F34G34J60D12H33K34K

            (Y/N)’s mind automatically began dissecting and reassembling the string of numbers and letters in multiple attempts to decode the meaning.

            “A code, obviously. I had one of the best cryptographers in the country take a look at it, though he was mostly upside down as I recall. Couldn’t figure it out,” said Irene. “What can you do, Sherlock, (Y/N)? Impress me.”

            (Y/N) rearranged it. Seat numbers—Passenger jet—flight from Heathrow—007—They furrowed their brow. 007? Where have I heard 007? What’s that reminding me of? They were so absorbed trying to figure out what they were missing that they didn’t notice Sherlock beginning to speak.

            “There’s a margin for error, but we’re pretty sure there’s a 747 leaving Heathrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore,” said Sherlock. John’s face was blank, and Irene had raised her brow. Sherlock nodded to (Y/N). “They get it.”

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), blinking as they were pulled from their mind.

            “It’s a flight,” said Sherlock.

            “Oh, yeah, it is,” agreed (Y/N). They cleared their throat. “The numbers aren’t a code—they’re seat allocations. There’s no letter ‘I’ because it could be mistaken for a one, ‘K’ is the width of the plane, some groupings of numbers are seats grouped together, like couples or families. Only a jumbo jet is wide enough to need a letter ‘K’ or rows past fifty-five, which is why there’s always an upstairs. There’s a row thirteen, which eliminates the more suspicious airlines.” They paused as their mind circled back to the 007 number and the memory it was triggering, but Sherlock nodded at them to continue. And they wouldn’t disappoint him. “Then there’s the style of the flight number, 007, that eliminates a few more. And assuming a British point of origin, which would be logical considering the original source of the information and assuming from the increased pressure on you lately that the crisis is imminent, the only flight that matches all the criteria and departs within the week is the six thirty to Baltimore tomorrow evening from the Heathrow airport.”

            They frowned. “But—007…Why is that bugging me?” they murmured.

            John and Irene sat there, stunned. Sherlock grinned proudly. (Y/N) tapped the table angrily as the 007 number itched at them.

            “Please don’t feel obligated to tell us that was remarkable or amazing. John’s expressed the same thought in every possible variant available in the English language,” said Sherlock. He was supremely proud with how well (Y/N) had done. His brow furrowed slightly, though, seeing (Y/N)’s frustrated expression. Something was off, and they could sense it.

            “Wow. You’re completely right,” said John. He held up his phone. “Flight 007 from Heathrow to Baltimore.”

            “Damn it!” shouted (Y/N) suddenly. They stood up and turned on Irene, who was busy typing away on her phone. “No!” They grabbed for the phone, but Irene dodged.

            The telltale whoosh of a message sending answered them, and Irene switched off her phone, shrugging. “Sorry, dear. You’re clever, but that wasn’t quick enough.”

            (Y/N) turned to Sherlock, eyes wide. “Sherlock—007. ‘Bond Air is go.’ ”

            Sherlock sucked in a breath. Mycroft’s operation. They had just explained his entire operation to a woman who could now bring the entire British government to its knees. Sherlock could see (Y/N)’s nerves getting the better of them, and he cursed himself for pushing them to continue the deduction. He should have realized something was the matter when they did and stopped the whole thing.

            “Is something the matter?” asked John.

            “Nothing that matters now,” said Sherlock. They couldn’t change what had happened. Hopefully, however, Mycroft would figure out a solution to save his operation. He waved a hand at John. “Just go to work.”

            “Right…” said John uncertainly, but he left anyway.

            “I should have realized. I should have stopped speaking when I realized something was wrong,” muttered (Y/N).

            Sherlock shook his head and knelt by them. “No. It’s not your fault. I pushed you to keep solving the code. I should have noticed something was wrong and stopped you. I’m the one with more experience.”

            Irene grinned. “I needed intelligent people, and you both delivered.”

            (Y/N)’s narrowed, and they glared at Irene. That was it. They were going to destroy whatever she had planned.

            A knock sounded at the door, and it swung open to reveal an government official. The repercussions of Irene’s actions were arriving.

            “Have you come to take us away?” asked Sherlock, standing up.

            “Yes, Mr. Holmes,” said the official.

            “Well, I decline,” said Sherlock.

            The man pulled out an envelope and handed it to Sherlock. “I don’t think so.” (Y/N) looked over Sherlock’s shoulder as he opened the envelope and found to airplane tickets.

            “Tata,” said Irene, smirking and waving her hand.

            (Y/N)’s gaze was cold. They knew she’d be joining them soon. Unfortunately, it would be on her own terms. (Y/N) turned away and followed Sherlock to the dark car.

            As they drove, Sherlock spoke, “There’s going to be a bomb on a passenger jet. The British and American governments know about it, but rather than expose the source of that information, they’re going to let it happen. The plan will blow up. Coventry all over again. The wheels turn. Nothing is ever new.”

            No one answered, but (Y/N)’s mind was racing. There was more to this than just a bomb. Mycroft was cold and aloof, but he was smart. He’d have a way to not sacrifice so many lives. And they had probably ruined. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. It just gave them more motivation to take down Irene.

            At the airport, Sherlock and (Y/N) exited the vehicle and walked towards the 747 Jumbo Jet. Agent Neilson of the CIA stood at the base of the steps.

            “Well, you’re looking all better. How’re you feeling?” asked Sherlock pointedly.

            “Like putting a bullet in both of your brains,” said Neilson. He watched them walk up the steps. “And they’d pin a medal on me if I did.”

            Sherlock’s hand went to (Y/N)’s shoulder and guided them into the plane. He wouldn’t let Neilson threaten them a third time. Inside the plane, (Y/N) and Sherlock walked through the corridors. Bodies were lined up in seats but…they were just that—bodies. They were dead.

            So that’s Mycroft’s solution, thought (Y/N).

            “The Coventry conundrum,” said Mycroft from behind them, and they turned. “What do you think of my solution? The flight of the dead.”

            “The plane blows up midair. Mission accomplished for the terrorist. Hundreds of casualties, but nobody dies,” said Sherlock in understanding.

            “Neat, don’t you think?” remarked Mycroft.

            “All of those cases. The girls not seeing their grandfather, the man claiming to have non-human ashes…” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized those were some of the bodies Mycroft had commandeered. They looked at him. “The body in the boot of that car…Was that another ‘flight of the dead?’ ”

            “At least someone sees the bigger picture,” said Mycroft sardonically as he looked at Sherlock.

            “How’s the plane fly? Of course—unmanned aircraft. Hardly new,” said Sherlock.

            “It doesn’t fly. It will never fly. This entire project is cancelled. The terrorist cells have been informed that we know about the bomb. We can’t fool them now,” said Mycroft bitterly. “We’ve lost everything. One fragment of one email, and months and years of planning finished.”

            “Your MOD man,” said Sherlock.

            “No, Sherlock, you,” said Mycroft. “A man desperate to show off setting a terrible example to a teenager and a woman clever enough to play them like a fiddle.”

            “It’s not (Y/N)’s fault,” said Sherlock. “I pushed them.”

            “No, Sherlock. I could have stopped…” murmured (Y/N).

            “And yet my brother is the one who was played,” said Mycroft, sighing in disappointment.

            “It’s my fault, too,” said (Y/N).

            “Poor dear,” tutted the voice of Irene Adler behind them. “Sherlock, you should really look after them better.”

            “I drove you two into her path. I’m sorry,” said Mycroft.

            “Mr. Holmes, I think we need to talk,” said Irene.

            “So do I. There are a number of aspects I’m still not quite clear on,” said Sherlock.

            “Not you, Junior. We’re done,” said Irene. She passed him and went to Mycroft. “There’s more. Loads more. On this phone, I’ve got secrets, pictures, and scandals that could topple your whole world.” She smirked. “You have no idea how much havoc I could cause, and there’s exactly one way to stop me. That is, unless you to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your own little brother and his child.”

            Mycroft gritted his teeth and looked away. He knew he was beaten. He couldn’t throw his brother and his kid under the bus. They were his family, and as much as he preached that sentiment was foolish, Mycroft was protective of them.

            “I have a meeting house nearby. We can conduct our…negotiations there,” said Mycroft.

            “You better send for some paper and pencil. And some wine. We might as well make this fun,” said Irene. She smirked. “For me, that is.”

            Mycroft and Irene descended the steps from the jumbo jet. (Y/N) paused before they went.

            “Sherlock, if we could open the phone, that would solve everything, right? Mycroft would have information she is trying to hide, probably from other governments and organizations, too,” said (Y/N).

            Sherlock nodded. “Yes, but we have only one chance. Otherwise, the phone destroys itself.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. I have to figure it out, then. I need to win this. It’s my fault this flight can’t go. I need to do this. Their eyes were cold as ice as they followed Irene’s smug figure into the car. She’s not getting away with this. Screw her protection. I’m winning here.

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Hello! I absolutely love your Delphini headcanons, I feel like her character in the Cursed Child did such an injustice to both Voldemort and Bellatrix >:/

If you don't mind, can you do a pt 2 about Delphini in an AU where the Lestranges and Voldemort live/win + raise her to be just as amazing!!

Hi! Thank you for the ask, anon ❤️

I'm glad you like them, since she's a character I personally really disliked in the play (not even her as a person, but she's just so horribly written- TCC as a whole makes me cringe so bad).

For reference, they are talking about this post especially and also this one about her conception & birth and this one too (for good measure).

Warning: anon, I know you want fluff. But you're not getting it from me, I'm an angsty bitch, and the following is angst.

So. The only way I can see Voldemort wanting for a child is for his own personal gain, to have a backup plan in case his body fails. A sort of dark magic experiment. Perhaps he knew his time in his own body was limited (and he did go for the Stone first).

Boy or girl, the sex of the baby doesn't matter to him, it's just a body, just a clump of organs and cells and blood and power - do not get attached, Bellatrix.

She tries to obey his commands but fails miserably the more time she spends with the child, which is more than you'd think, seeing as she's been punished and put under house arrest.

Bellatrix's desire for a little boy, a little Master, one who actually loves her, is indescribable. Voldemort is the one who would prefer a girl. He gets his wish.

The Battle of Hogwarts is somehow won. How? I'll go ahead and say that Draco never disarmed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, ergo Snape was the Master of the Elder Wand, ergo Voldemort manages to kill Harry, but all his Horcruxes are destroyed, Nagini included. As for Bella, deus-ex-machina doesn't work here, so she defeats Molly.

Narcissa did still lie, so the three Malfoys are sooo fucked.

Rodolphus and Rabastan both live. The latter goes down a spiral of hedonism in Ibiza, the former is just so done. In the last year, he escaped from Azkaban and was promptly shot out of the sky, was publicly cucked, his Gringotts' Vault was broken into and he has now been through a battle to the death in his former high school. Little Cissy, who he's known since he was a child, was killed before his very eyes and his wife is hiding her obvious pain and betrayal.

As for the relationship between Bellatrix and Rodolphus, I can see a few things happening. In this AU, I feel like Voldemort would ultimately make Bella his official concubine. I accept a variety of headcanons on what happens next because I ultimately accept a variety of different (conflicting) views on what the Lestranges' marriage is like.

(1) Nothing changes. He's still her husband, whether he still loves her or not (and I think he does). He stays with her because of the position & power her closeness to Voldemort grants him.

This, I feel, depends on whether or not she is allowed to share his bed, how possessive you think Voldemort is (and his whole relationship to sex & intimacy), and Bellatrix's own ambitions. If she sees the option to be seen as a wife to the Dark Lord, even if not in name, she would take it. But I don't think Voldemort would ever grant her that, so in turn Bellatrix wouldn't let go of the title of Madame Lestrange that easily. Rodolphus can sleep with other people, but can't get rid of her, especially of his own volition.

Or maybe she's just greedy. Rodolphus wants a divorce because he wants an heir of his own and a wife he can sleep with and she goes "Nope, nu-uh, too bad", and tells herself it's not because she deep down needs his love.

(2) They get amicably divorced and are still friends/have a good relationship. Bella has lost both her sisters now, and Voldemort is still Voldemort.

This happens especially if he wants children of his own. But realistically, I think he just starts pestering Rabastan until he gets married (“To a woman, Rab, a WOMAN!”) and has little Lestranges to carry on the family name.

Delphi has her mother's eyes. Dark, and entrancing. Rodolphus wants to hate her, he really does, but he cannot bring himself to. She's the spitting image of little Bella, and looking at her is bittersweet.

I think he avoids her in the beginning (this also depends on Rod's characterization - whether he doesn't care about children and never wanted them, or he desperately wished he'd have one with Bella - the answer exists on a spectrum).

But Bellatrix and Voldemort are not parents of the year. Also, they have such a unique relationship, one so unhealthy and all-encompassing, that it shuts out the rest of the world, their daughter included. And Rod can't help but feel bad for this lonely girl.

The really tragic thing is that - and I'm sorry but this is the truth, and it sucks - Bellatrix would never love her daughter more than she loves the Dark Lord. This knowledge is a trauma factory in itself, but to make matters worse, this child's father is Voldemort, who has no concept of what selflessness and selfless love are. Since Rodolphus is clearly the most emotionally intelligent of the three (the bar is low), some part of his dark little heart must recognize this.

Also, the Dark Lord is a man with a plan. He has no more Horcruxes left, he needs another one. Guess who?

The downside to this is that he needs to anchor his child to life - no matter, she is just an extension of him, after all. Children being their own people? Nah. - but more importantly this means he's paranoid now. More than he was before. His soul is so unstable that he cannot make new Horcruxes, Delphi is his last one, so he needs to protect her with all that he has.

When she's a child, she doesn't see him much. She lives a sheltered life, with her mother who loves her very much and gives her as much affection as she can, but who ultimately follows the Dark Lord around like a puppy, and Uncle Rod. Uncle Rod is the only reason this poor girl's childhood even resembles a childhood.

She isn't allowed friends, and Papa (Voldemort cringes every time he hears this, and teaches her to call him My Lord, the way your mother does when she's about five) won't allow anyone near her.

He's also very particular about her health, and her studies. He gets updates on how her magic is manifesting (violently; Delphi is immensely powerful) and decides he will teach her personally when she turns seven.

He demands she spend her days training and studying: grammar, math, history, the basics of potion-making; her mother insists that she learn her ancestry (the whole of the Black Family, and the Gaunts, and even some Lestranges, for good measure), Abraxan riding, the basics of etiquette (I hated it too, Delphini, but that's not a good enough reason for you to conduct yourself like a savage!, while Rodolphus shakes his head incredulously, wishing Druella was there to hear it). Rod teaches her how to dance and wants to teach her Quidditch, but both Bella and the Dark Lord grumble what a waste of time, so he settles on teaching her how to fly a broom (Voldemort still grumbles because he can fly without a broom and will eventually teach Delphi to do the same, but Bella is mollified and allows it).

Her flying lessons with her father (she can get away with calling him her father and takes advantage of that) are some of her most cherished memories, actually. He has granted no one else this honour, not even her mother. (She doesn't know about Snape and no one ever mentions him anymore, so...)

Bella gives her her very first magic lessons, when she's seven or eight, but soon grows bored with it (powerful as Delphi is she needs to start from the most basic Wingardium Leviosas, spells that Bella now performs nonverbally and wandlessly, without even thinking about it, and revisiting the movements and theory behind them bores her to tears). She leaves it to her father who - surprisingly - has much more patience than she does.

He was her teacher too, after all.

By the time Delphi is 11, she could sit a Charms N.E.W.T. and pass with flying colours, and she's very good at Transfiguration too.

Voldemort sees no reason for her to ever go to Hogwarts.

Are you surprised? I bet you are.

After all, Hogwarts was his first and best home, the only place he ever felt was his own, the best experience of his life. I doubt he loved anyone or anything as much as he loved Hogwarts, the symbol of being a wizard to him. Denying anyone that experience, especially his own daughter, reads as an unspeakable cruelty. But he's never said he wasn't cruel. Granting her that - fundamental, wonderful, life-changing -experience would be selfless, it would be the right thing to do.

But Delphi is his Horcrux, his key to immortality, and quite plainly... his. He doesn't give a flying fuck that she has very few social skills, no friends, has no idea how to talk to people her own age. He doesn't trust her to meet other people, to make connections, to fall in love, basically to be exposed to anything that might turn her against him, or endanger her (him).

Being a manipulative bastard, he tells a tantrum-throwing Delphi that she can choose: go to Hogwarts and spend seven years revisiting stuff she already knows, surrounded by people who aren't worthy to lick her boots, and I cannot deny how disappointed I would be, Delphini (and this just ends the conversation because Delphi would kill herself before actively choosing to disappoint her father) or she can finally come and live with Bellatrix and him, and they will teach her the Dark Arts and whatever else she wants. Most of all, it's the promise they'll be there, that she'll have as much access to them as she wants.

By the time she's an adult, she's much more powerful than Bellatrix ever was. (And I won't lie to you, Bella doesn't particularly love this.) But still, she cannot beat her father. What sets them apart is the source of their power. Delphi, despite the ache she feels for her parents' love and affection, was born coddled and cared for. Her mother especially would never shut up about how she was a literal princess, royalty, the heir of Slytherin, etc. She never had to fight for it. She didn't hear bombs falling on London, didn't starve in a cold orphanage in the East End, was never tied to a bed and exorcised as the Devil's spawn- she was never truly hungry.

For all that they can teach her, they cannot make her ambitious. If she had gone to Hogwarts, she would have still been a Slytherin, based on her heritage and values, but she is nothing like her parents, character-wise. Bellatrix fought against the contraints of her society and her gender, Voldemort fought against his blood status and his fear of death.

The source of conflict in Delphi's story, on the other hand, is the family dynamics between the three of them. (You can make them as horrifying as you want, there is really no limit to the worst, as we say in Italy).

Delphi was born in the cage, loves the cage, and doesn't want to be free. If anything, she wants to be pulled further into it. I think there would be some sort of weird rivalry there, between her and Bella, for Voldemort's affections because they really are that scarce. But it would also come wrapped in a thick layer of guilt - what mother hates their daughter when she is overshadowed? What kind of daughter hates the only parent that actually loves her?

(Voldemort doesn't even realize he pits them against each other, half the time. He does that to people, it's almost subconscious now.)

She's deeply alone, by design, and only wants to be close to her mom and (especially) her dad. That is literally the only character trait she has in that dammned play, so I'll keep that as part of her personality.

Voldemort definitely did that on purpose. And as soon as he finally notices tensions rise between her and Bellatrix (I think Delphi's teenage years were even more rebellious than Bellatrix's) he puts a stop to it immediately - if you drive the girl away from me, from us, Bella, I will make you pay personally.

I can see Delphi running away from home and getting into trouble because of her complete lack of awareness on how the world actually works, begging (through the Dark Mark or whatever else) her father to come rescue her, and Tom (who obviously watches from afar, to make sure his Horcrux isn't truly destroyed) saying no, deal with it. She gets out of most of it because of her immense power, but these brushes with real life leave her rattled.

Can you imagine a boy trying to hit on her?

If he knows who she is, she can never truly trust him: they're all trying to curry favour with her father (it's possibly the worst way ever to do so- trying to take something from him). If he doesn't, her absolute lack of social skills and general arrogance put a dent in her physical attractiveness. (She is a beautiful girl; after all, her parents are Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Black.)

Delphi is more powerful than Bellatrix, her position in society is higher than Bellatrix's and still, her father trusts her mother more than her.

By the way, no, she isn't his named heir, she isn't the commander of his armies or anything of the sort. Voldemort does not share power, that's the whole point of his character. The Minister is still a puppet minister, he is the commander of his own armies, and Bella is a close second.

She also doesn't make that many public appearances; people know of her by now, but they aren't granted access - the image of Nagini, his last Horcrux, in that magical cage resonates with me. It takes years before the war is truly over.

She grows up to be a wonderfully intriguing mix of arrogance and insecurity. Much like Bella, she grows up with the burden of being told she was destined for greatness because of her blood, her family, and not because she herself is great. Unlike Bella, Voldemort has no intention of setting her free, not even in the half-hearted way he does Bellatrix (guys, as much as we love them, she is very much his slave, however willing, in canon). She's the ultimate girlboss: beautiful, smart, powerful... 2/10 personality.

You can do what you want with her story from here onwards. One more tragic than the other. Or you can give them a happy ending, provided that Voldemort's brave new world knows what therapy is.

I don't think this is what you wanted, anon, but alas it's what I genuinely think would happen. Delphi's """"character traits""" in the play are her cunning (that she developed to survive, and that she wouldn't necessarily need in a world where she grows up a pureblood princess), her loneliness and the bone-deep need she feels for her parents' love. Since she wouldn't be herself without those... yup. This is my view.

(Sorry.)