#kallisto butterfly

[pumpkinpatchgarden]

Started this as a sketch during my work break on June, and finished it at home when I had my colors. Basically, a compilation of queer characters specifically of the inverted AU.

The three middle ones are all trans women, other than the flower crown and flag there is no pride colors in their clothes:

Sapphira (albino), designed by @st4rlight-fa3ria

Xena (blonde dark skin), designed by rocioverse27

Soupina (blonde, pink eyes), designed by Orianaverse

For the rest, credits to corruptdash since I was inspired by him to draw blush of the queen's cheekmark colors to simplify stuff:

Sol (brunette with wavy hair and a bun), designed by Sailormedia (Pomares, with pink curly hair, designed by me)

Helene (redhead with horns and a third eye) designed by Jdraw203 (wife, dark skin white hair, designed by rocioverse27)

Caliope (with one horn) designed by sagittarius-flash, Daywynne (with a ponytail and two-colored hair) designed by LittleAvoney

Diamando, designed by rocioverse27 (husband, Stephen, designed by me)

Kallisto (kissing a ponyhead) designed by RinaEnergy17 (Rosetta, ponyhead, designed by me)

Celeste (blue hair and a horn) designed by Jdraw203 (spouse, Leah, designed by milly-adopts )

Lyric (one eye covered) designed by todaytoday

Skywynne belong to disney, but the idea for the cheekmark and eye color change came from Meggie-Vectors (husband, Galvin Gem-Robin, designed by me, his flag was supposed to be the ally flag but it was too small for me to do lol)

[keepmeinmind-01]

wip wednesday—“and the hound”

thank you for requesting this file! I was having fun writing this, especially because if Theseus is immortal and Newt lives to 1947 and makes the registry…yes, juicy angst 😌

thank you to @kalira @wizisbored @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @whimsicalmeerkat @auburnlaughter @violet-prism-creatively @twyrewolf @stonemaskedtaliesin @kallisto-k! here are my lines:

The snapping branches mean Newt knows something is wrong. Theseus never makes sound moving through the forest anymore.

Uncurling from the sprouting grass as if alive, night-black flowers and bone-white blooms with needle-sharp thorns grow and wither in rapid succession where each of Theseus's footfalls lands. The grass shoots up to knee-height, wild and glowing, before blackening and falling away.

Rot and renewal, to the time of a heartbeat.

Newt swallows.

Theseus staggers to the nearest tree and slumps against it, sliding down until he sits heavily at its base. Breathing hard, he scratches the back of his hands against the bark, rubbing away the dried blood in flakes that turn to single butterfly wings. A shroud of white fungus bubbles up from the oak, splitting the trunk, and Theseus flinches even as he sinks back into it.

His older brother groans, blood still oozing from the cut on his temple, and covers his face in his hands.

Between Theseus's trembling fingers, Newt catches glimpses of his brother's face shifting like water. One moment, those familiar wild eyes blaze through the gaps; the next, they are human again, bloodshot and glazed with pain. The transformation ripples across his features: sharp teeth blunting, then lengthening again; cheekbones softening then growing knife-edge sharp; skin flushing with color before draining.

"Thee?" Newt asks, creeping closer.

Theseus lowers his hands. His face is almost entirely human now: younger, softer, exhausted and scared. The gash at his temple still bleeds freely, but the blood runs red now instead of the strange dark ichor it has become in recent weeks. When he opens his mouth to speak, his teeth are flat and normal.

"The villagers," he manages, voice cracking. "They had cold iron. Old wards." He presses a hand to his side where his shirt is torn and darkened. "They knew what I was."

"And now you're hurt," Newt says, reaching for the wound. Theseus catches his wrist with fingers that are almost normal now—no claws, no impossible length.

Dead leaves stir around them without wind, rising and falling like breathing. The white fungus consuming the tree bark spreads faster, creating patterns like ancient runes before dissolving into powder. Nature itself seems to be speaking in a language Newt cannot quite understand, but one that makes his skin prickle with recognition of something vast and other.

"I remember right after it happened," Theseus says quietly. "When the spirit first came. I remember...everything. Being normal. Being young. Having dreams that didn't taste like blood and moonlight."

He laughs. "I used to want to work at the Ministry, can you believe that? Wear smart robes and push papers around a desk all day."

"You'd have hated it," Newt says, but he doesn’t know if that’s true. "Even before. Even when you were perfect. Remember how you used to climb trees with me? How you'd run through the woods shouting just to hear your voice echo?"

"Maybe. I was so young, then. I wasn't what I needed to be." Theseus's smile is sharper now, his teeth fully fanged again. "Or maybe I just tell myself that, to make this easier to bear."

[medusapelagia]

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[fuctacles]

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[guggi04]

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[sabraeal]

By Their Fruits Ye Shall Know Them

A prequel to the A Grain of Wisdom in the Stream of Folly and Creatures of a Brief Season

ANS week, Day 3: Air Reason | Cunning | Diligence | Clarity

Izana is young when he learns. His tutors did always call him a quick study.

The chubbiness of infancy still clings to him, rounding his cheeks and legs, the small fingers of his hands still too thick to hold a pen or write in neat hand. They are good only to pilfer sweets from the spread of refreshments, good only to wrap the window drapes around him and his daemon to shield them from prying eyes and scolding fingers.

“I don’t understand,” he huffs, offering Minerva another biscuit from his hoard. “There’s nothing special about Touka. I just saw him, and he’s as awful as always.”

Minerva turns up a pink nose at the snack, instead resting her chin on his knee, slit-pupils shining up at him from the dim. “Hela settled early.”

“That doesn’t seem like something to have a party for.” Minerva slips from cat to mouse, picking at the crumbs he’s leaving all over his frock. “After all, now she can’t be anything fun. She’ll just always be a big dumb dog.”

“Wolf.”

The distinction is arbitrary; Hela looks like any other dog, just bigger. “They should have been like us. You’ll never settle.”

“Of course I will,” Minerva scoffs, whiskers quivering as she turns a bit of shortbread in her paws. “You’re just too small.”

He stills, biscuit halfway to his lips. He’d never thought of that, that there would ever be a time that Minerva would not be what they needed most. “Touka isn’t.”

“He’s older,” she says, matter of fact. “And it only means that there’s something about him that’s certain, even now.”

Izana mulls this over, crunching thoughtfully. “And that’s good?”

Minerva is the still one now, even her whiskers motionless. “Not always.”

“You’ll be like Touka,” Father says, voice rumbling through the dark of the carriage. Moonlight limns the craggy lines of his face, its peaks as unyielding and unforgiving as the mountains of Mother’s home. “You’ll be decisive.”

He doesn’t look at him as her speaks; no, it is Kallisto that does, eyes shining in the dark like every monster he’s imagined. Minerva curls tighter against his neck, trembling.

Father clenches his hand so tightly the leather of his gloves creaks. “And yours will be right, too.”

Months later, his brother is born. But he almost isn’t.

“Chord around his neck,” the physician says with a bright smile. “Nearly choked the poor thing to death. Right as rain now, of course.”

“Do you want to hold him?” mother asks, still pale, hair plastered to her forehead and neck.

He doesn’t, but Father is away, Haruka in tow, and that leaves him as the man of the manor.

“Of course.” His arms jerk forward to accept the tiny bundle, graceless, like one of the stringed puppets in the market square’s theater.

It’s lighter than he expects; he nearly drops it in surprise. The physician offers a seat to help him shoulder the burden, but he doesn’t need it, not when his brother is so shriveled and undersized. He looks less like a baby and more like an old grape found under the sofa cushions, red and wrinkled and ugly.

“He’s –” The word ‘beautiful’ sticks on his lips; not because it’s a lie – he long ago grew accustomed to those – but because his brother’s eyes open, unfocused and unblinking, and find his.

They’re blue; not the steel of Father’s, but the deep, pure indigo of Mother’s. Just like his own.

There’s so much trust in them. He hasn’t learned not to give that so freely.

Maybe, if Izana takes care, he never will.

“His name is Zen,” Mother sighs.

“Zen.” Izana curls a finger down his brother’s cheek. “Hello.”

Something quivers in the blanket, just above his heart. Struggling against the linen of the swaddle, a butterfly, wings still wet, creeps up his brother’s chest. It quivers just under his chin, making the babe squirm in his wrappings.

“His daemon,” Minerva supplies, hushed in awe. “Does she have a name?”

Bassa Aske’s narrow face doesn’t allow for a smile, but his mouth settles in a lynxish grin. “Not until you name her.”

“Aske,” Mother breathes, eyes wide in question.

“Kallisto won’t like that.” Minerva changes shape restlessly on his shoulders, growing smaller and smaller and hugging to him tighter and tighter.

“Then she should have been here.” Bassa Aske lets out a huff. “She’ll get over it, in time.”

Izana frowns. Maybe Kallisto might, but his father...

Father never forgets a slight.

“Feronia.” Father’s mouth is a straight line, a pale slash across his face. “I suppose that’s fair enough.”

Kallisto’s tail lashes in irritation.

“At least it’s another son,” he continues, turning his back on both. Izana wishes his brother was older, just a little, so he might hold on to someone, might feel them hold on back.

Father’s eyes linger on Minerva, but she stays her ground. Only Izana can feel how she shivers at his feet.

“Now have another, in case one of you is a disappointment.”

[coyote-brainbabies]

Profile: Dulcibella

*pushes down self-indulgent things with a profile*

Basic Information

Full Name: Dulcibella Nicknames/Aliases: Dulcie, Bella, Belcie Title(s): None Age: 40 (human years) Gender: Cis Female Orientation: Heterosexual Species: Dragon (Snapper) Birthday: February 17th Occupation: Hatchling Caretaker Powers: -tba- Living Family: Ari (husband), Bubo (son), Regulus (son), Shapur (son), Thema (daughter), Tsisana (granddaughter), Ursa (niece), Deimos (nephew), Nahid (niece), Aroha (grandniece), Lilura (grandniece), Fiachra (great grandnephew) Hometown: -tba- Current Residence: A territory just outside the Wyrmwound

Physical Characteristics

Height Length: 18'6” Skin: Pink and white Hair: N/A Eyes: Red Body Type: Extremely bulky and heavy Distinguishing Marks: Possesses the Paint, Piebald, and Underbelly genes. Left or Right-Handed“Forefooted???”: Right Quirks/Habits: Shuffling her feet when she's irritated. Voice/Voiceclaim: -tba-

Medical Information

Addictions: None Aids/Augmentations: None Allergies: None Conditions: None Physical Abnormalities: None Blood Type: ??? Mental Illnesses: None Other Notes: None

Mental/Personality Attributes

Known Languages: Draconic Positive Traits: Cheerful, kind, patient, understanding, motherly Neutral Traits: Soft-hearted, protective, modest, somewhat conservative, assertive Negative Traits: Passive-aggressive when angered, overly idealistic, indecisive, nosey, overly idealistic Optimist, Pessimist, or Realist: Optimistic Realist Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert Fears: Heights, disappointing others, ghosts Secrets: None

Likes/Dislikes

General Likes: Children, meeting new people, making people smile, animals, floral scents, family, taking walks, holidays, romance, swimming General Dislikes: Rudeness, bitter foods, rain, ghost stories, cold weather, cruelty towards children, being rushed, saucy foods, being alone Favorite... Animal: Butterflies Color: Baby blue Food: Sand creeper ivy Music Genre: -tba- Season: Spring

Relationships

Best Friend(s): Beaumont Other Friends: Amice, Juvela, Buttercream, Kallisto, Shion, Peppermint Acquaintances: -tba- Significant Other(s): Ari Rivals: None Enemies: None Pets: A Mottled Buttersnake named Calantha.

Other/Trivia

Meaning of Name: Dulcibella comes from the Latin words dulcis, meaning “sweet”, and bella, meaning “beautiful”. Religion: Worship of the Plaguebringer Astrological Zodiac: Aquarius-Pisces cusp Chinese Zodiac: Pig Celtic Zodiac: Rowan Element: Earth MBTI Type: ESFJ Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Alignment: Neutral Good

Dulcibella frequently uses pet names and terms of endearment for people.

Dulcibella will sometimes raise the hatchlings from scavenged eggs herself if nobody else adopts them. Among these adopted dragons are clanmates Sylvester, Cloud, and Reagan.

Dulcibella first came to Zaahira's lair after her birth parents were both exalted, being brought to the Auction House as a young hatchling by an older clanmate for another lair to take her in.

Dulcibella fell for Ari before he fell for her. When she first became part of Zaahira's family, Ari was just a little older than her, and Bella developed a little kiddie crush on him because she thought he was cool. After a little while, this shallow crush faded, but years later when they both reached adulthood, the feelings returned as something much more solid and genuine.

Ari is the only one who calls her “Belcie”.

Dulcibella likes eating plants a bit more than seafood.

Dulcibella is a pretty good swimmer, and will carry hatchlings on her back like a mother swan while crossing a deep body of water if needed.

[nightspsyche]

ooc: POLL TIME!

What should Elana’s new Vigilante name be? I’m sticking with the Greek Mythology theme

Kallisto (or Callisto) - a hunting companion of Artemis who was later turned into a bear. [There is a Callisto in DC and she’s part of the group on Themyscira.]

Psykhe (Psyche) -Wife of Eros (Cupid) who is often depicted as a butterfly winged woman. [There is a Psyche in DC but she hasn’t made an appearance recently but no Psykhe spelling] (Votes: 2)

[pumpkinpatchgarden]

Stephen (man with beard in pink suit) was designed by me! Diamanto (woman with gem on chest) designed by rocioverse27/rochi277 Kallisto (pink curly hair) was designed by @rinaenergy17 Pasha (pisces marks with a braid) designed by katyarchangel on deviantart Delia (dark skin blonde) designed by avocadoafro on deviantart Haris (brown hair purple eyes) designed by landofadoption on deviantart Evi (pink hair orange eyes) designed by rocioverse27/rochi277 Marios (baby boy) designed by sunshine-adopt on deviantart Damla (baby girl) designed by fandomerror on deviantart

About Stephen: He was the son of a merchant and grew up constantly moving from place to place. He knew Diamanto since they were teens, with his dad making ocasional transactions with Diamanto's mom with the years, and they keept in touch with letters when they were appart. Thaks to his experience traveling and making business with other people he became a pretty good diplomat, and after becoming king that's the main way he helped his wife.

About Diamanto: Her full name is Diamanto Rhodon. She was raised by her mom, the queen, as a single mother. Her other mother (somebody the queen accidentally carried from another dimension) died at childbirth, and she "inhereted" the gemstome in her chest from her. Since her birthing mom was not a mewman and had basically no family history she had a hard time making friends (outside the ones that only got close to her as a future queen), and her mom had a hard time bonding with her due the pain of losing her wife at childbirth. Still, she was raised to be a kindhearted and compassionated person who, with time, also learned to become more assertive due people taking advantage of her. She always dreamed of having a big family, and she managed that as we see! Some people rumor that her hybridism caused a mutation that made her fist four daughters have purple eyes, while others say it's just a recessive gene, and some say that maybe both things are true. As a fun fact, her cheekmarks (balloons) changed colors with her emotions, becoming yellow when happy, and blue when sad.

About Kallisto: We already saw her with her family in another drawing, and as you know she ends up marrying a member of the Ponyhead family! In this drawing she 15 and just returned from a date in the clouds (that you can see in KsushaIsTryingToDraw's gallery~~), and it's the first time in almost a year she stopped wearing black since her maternal grandma died shortly before her wand ceremony. She arrived just in time to see her newbown new siblings! Her pendant is a gift from her girlfriend and future wife, Rosetta Ponyhead, wich years latter will be gifted to her future granddaughther Carina.

About Pasha: Her full name is Pasha Kallirroi, and she's a year younger than Kallisto. While she was a good person who mostly keept ho herself and focus on her art, she was known to be "scandalous" mostly due her strange and sometimes revealing fashion sense. She's always been very motherly, being practically obsessed with baby dolls and always taking care of her baby siblings, and this didn't change with time as we see. She's fascinated by her new baby siblings, specially her first brother!

About Delia: Her full name is Delia Melite, and she's three years younger than Kallisto. Her marks are supposed to be golden compass roses but I didn't manage to make them look like it lmao. As the middle child she easily felt left asside, wich caused her to kinda resent her big sister Kallipso. To evade conflic between them her dad took her with him in diplomatic reunions, sparking her curiosity for cultures outside her own. Slowly her bitterness dissipated, even if she still wasn't as close to her sister. Despise that, her dedication and respect was recognized, and her older sister trushed her for diplomatic missions with other kingdoms from across the oceans, where she eventually meet her husband and formed a family, still coming home for special ocasions. In this picture she's bothered because even if one of her new siblings was born with darker skin like her, she's still the only one with her maternal grandma's blonde hair, with means she'll still have to endure the jokes about her being adopted.

About Haris: Her full name is Haris Aglaia, and she's five years younger than Kallisto. As a fun fact, she always had a lingering smell of jasmine flowers (wich are her cheekmarks). Despise her looking curiously at her new siblings in this, she had a strong actitude and a bad temper rivaling that of her sister Delia. Still, she mostly used that actitude to pursue the injustices she saw, and became someone that her sister Kallipso coud always count on. There isn't many information on her, wanting to keep her life private.

About Evi: Her full name is Evi Nike, and she's ten years younger than Kallisto. She was a surprise pregnancy after they decided to not try for more kids, and the only one to come with her father's eyes. She was spoiled and loved during all her childhood, wich may have backfired since she resented her baby siblings for being born. She specially took it agaist her sister, since her brother getting attention as the only boy was undestandable, but she feelt like she took her palce as the "baby girl" of the family. She became meaner with her with the years, and some rumors even say that she had something to do with Damla's dissapearence years later, but that was never officially confirmed or denied. Her relationship with her family eventually became strained due her speaking about them badly behind their backs, but then refusing to apologize or explain herself when confronted. She was eventually cut off by Kallisto.

About Marios: His full name is Marios Nereus, and he's fifteen years younger than Kallisto. He's the first son of the family, and was born with her maternal grandma's eyes! Due his status as the only boy he was offen dismissed by people outisde of his family, not seeing him as useful. That actually played on his favor the time he helped his sister (now queen) with a plan agaist people planning to overtrow her, when the terrorist group kidnapped all his sister and demanded Kallipso to hand over the wand. To their surprise, the wand was a fake and it was Marios who carried the real one, catching them off guard and attacking them with spells his sister teached him before capturing them. Other than that it's known he also enjoyed traveling on his father's ship and taking on his diplomatic job, and may have married intro the Spiderbite family before they eventually founded their own kingdom during Calliope's regin.

About Damla: Her full name is Damla Metis, and she's fifteen years younger than Kallisto. Like her sister Delia she got her darker skin from her maternal great-grandmother, but also had the blue eyes from her paternal grandmother. She was born smaller and with a more delicate health compared to her twin brother, yet was a sweet and cheerful kid. Sadly she dissapeared before even reaching her teen years, and despise her mother and father making an intensive search for her she was never found. Some rumors say her sister Evi used her grandmother's scissors and trew her to another dimension, since the scissors dissapeared for years after the incident. Most historians think she died, but others theorize she may have lived on another dimension and started her own family, with no memories of her old life.

[pumpkinpatchgarden]

After the attempted poisoning queen Kalliope gave birth prepaturely, but thanfully at the end both her and her new baby were fine, even if princess Nicole may suffer from permanent heath issues. They recovered just in time for princess Caliope's wand ceremony. After the painting was finished, princess Caliope decided to undo her braid before entering intro the throne to recive the royal magic wand.

Kallisto Artemisa Butterfly (pentagon marks) Rosetta Philae Ponyhead (floating pony head) Caliope "Cally" Flora Butterfly Ponyhead (horned girl) Minerva Belona Butterfly Ponyhead (diamond marks) Nicole "Nico" Moelwen Butterfly Ponyhead (baby)

Kallisto and Minerva were designed by @rinaenergy17 Caliope was designed by @margaritayashchenko Nicole was designed by gabouverse on deviantart Rosetta was designed by me (she’s a female btw)

[hellcheercaine]

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