#nonbinary evan

[mairon-goth-minion]

GUYS

I HAD A VISION

NONBINARY EVAN ROSIER X GENDERFLUID BARTY

[not-rab]

but the parallels between Barty, Regulus and Evan and the Unforgivable curses

Barty, imperio, forced to do his father’s bidding until the day he died

Regulus, crucio, hexed until he begged for forgiveness, thanks to his parents

Evan, avada kedavra, the only one of three that got the quick and easy release of death

[theautismcorner]

im just a [not] girl (im using my hot ass computer as a heating pad while looking at Marauders tumblr)

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 2 - Vow | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 381

“The only other thing we need to think about is when you guys will do your vows…” Sirius hums, clicking his pen and looking at the schedule for the week of the wedding. 

Regulus furrows his brows, “What? Aren’t those part of the ceremony?” 

Lily tilts her head, looking up as well from where she had been hunched over the table with Remus, talking with him about something else to do with the wedding, “Has James never told you?”

Regulus is so incredibly grateful for these three. Sirius, Remus, Lily, Pandora, and Mary had taken to helping them plan the wedding in their own personal areas and it’s been a major help for the wedding with James and Regulus having their weird schedules right now. But now they’re just confusing him. He shakes his head, “Tell me what?”

“James refuses to say their vows in public.” Sirius informs him, setting the pen in his hand down, “You’ll have to ask them more about it.” Regulus nods and mulls it over. 

Eventually, Lily has to leave and Sirius and Remus only hang around a bit longer after James comes back and it gives Regulus the opportunity to ask them while they’re prepping dinner together, “Sirius said that you don’t want to do the vows in public?” 

James hums, not taking their attention from the meat they’re prepping, “Yeah… I thought I had told you.” They shake their head, “Vows are private to me, I can’t explain it, but- I guess vows are professing your unending love and that feels private, y’know.” They furrow their brows, “That’s not- I’m not explaining this well.”

“I get it,” Regulus nods, “I have no issue with that. You know that I have a hard time talking like that when we’re around people.” 

“I figured you would, I guess I just forgot to bring it up.” They shrug, bringing the meat to the pan then washing their hands, “We’ll probably do it between the actual wedding and the reception, I think that would be the easiest time and I know Mary gave us a bunch of time for it.” Regulus nods, glad knowing that he won’t have to say all of the sappy, soft things that he wrote for James in front of their friends and family.

[fireclaw90a]

DEATH BOYS and Crona

[moutainrusing]

Hi,

🍬treat: Euphemia and Fleamont finding out about Jilly

Please

For many reasons, James did not want to tell his parents about Lily. He was going to list them all now, just for the sake of it.

Firstly, this relationship with Lily was new, and it felt like a precious jewel was lodged in his throat whenever he called it a relationship, because would it last, or would he have to let it go, cough it up, lose the jewel and pretend he’d never had it in the first place? Because it was something small, delicate, and if he made it something big, then would Lily slip between his fingers? Would she get fed up with James’s tendency to blow everything out of proportion?

Secondly, he’d never actually told his parents about his life-long love for Lily… James had vociferously declared his dedication at school, but with his parents… it just never came up? Or James never brought it up. They’d probably think he was too young. His parents had met in their thirties, the acceptable age, in their opinion, for finding romance, if one wanted it. Before that, it was about focusing on goals, to achieve one’s dreams, to get a job and love it. They encouraged James to chase his aspirations, find something he was passionate about and work for it. What was important wasn’t romance, but forging strong friendships and discovering a world of personal creation. Of course, James agreed. Family, friendship and self-love definitely came before any type of romance, but was it naive of him to want the type of love he had for Lily, too? What if he was too young? That was why he yelled about it in school, daring people to challenge him, wondering if he was being brave or stupid. He was immature about it, wasn’t he? What if he wasn’t sincere?

That was the third reason. James didn’t know how to tell people, honestly, that what he felt was true. He covered it up with a mask of bravado, arrogant claims and swaggering strides, but he wanted to be able to say it without all of that, to bear his heart and tell it fully: I’m in love with Lily Evans. Without all the extra theatrics, without making it showy in an attempt to be off-handedly careless about it, it was the truth, and why couldn’t he say it like that?

Fourth reason, James and Lily hadn’t even said ‘I love you.’ James was pretty certain that Lily thought the previous times that James had announced his love, before they were dating or had even been friends, were attention-seeking, exaggerated lies. Really, James didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’ without it coming off as false. So, Lily probably didn’t think he loved her just yet, and she definitely did not love him.

Fifth, they were taking things slow, and James needed to tone it down, tamp down on his excitement about it, because it wouldn’t be right for him to gush, and every time James spoke, he gushed. Therefore, he would have to keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t tell his parents.

James reminded himself of this list as he counted down the minutes for his friends to arrive at his house for the end-of-year summer party, recounting their time at Hogwarts in the orange sunset of his family’s garden, the last moments of them acting like they were still kids in their seventh year, messing around before they had to be adults. Lily would be coming, and they would act like friends, even though they were dating, and James was bursting about it. They’d agreed to keep their relationship on the low, and James vowed to follow through with that.

“Prongs!” Sirius barrelled into his room. “How do I look?” They gave James a spin, rambling, “I went with Pa down to the forest to collect ingredients, but then a bunch of Bubotubers squirted pus all over us! And when we came back, there were only ten minutes to get ready for the party! So,” Sirius leaned dangerously close to James’s face and solemnly looked him in the eye. “Do I stink?”

James sniffed dramatically, excessively wrinkling his nostrils and heaving his chest. For a very long moment, he deliberated, and with a sigh, he morosely admitted, “Yes.”

Sirius whacked his head, and proceeded to tackle him, pushing him off the bed and to the floor, “Potter, don’t lie to me, I cannot smell like a Bubotuber, and this isn’t even vanity, this is basic hygiene!” they threatened, wrestling with James’s limbs.

Countering Sirius’s attacks, James laughed, “Fine, fine, you don’t stink!” And to benevolently prove it, James wrapped an elbow around Sirius’s head and pulled them to his chest, inhaling their hair loudly and sighing contentedly, “Ah, bliss.”

“Gerroff,” Sirius mumbled indignantly, though they made no attempt to move.

“You get off,” James retorted.

“No, you—”

“Sirius! James!” Euphemia called.

“Your friends are here!” Fleamont followed up giddily. “I’m gonna say hi!”

“Wait, Pa—” James leaped off the ground and hurtled down the stairs, Sirius rushing down right beside him.

“I want to let them in!” James and Sirius cried simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

“I will,” Sirius tilted their head smugly.

“No, me—”

“Remus! Peter!” Fleamont beamed, opening the door and wrapping them in a hug without warning, and Peter was so short that he was completely engulfed by Fleamont’s chest, while Remus’s head awkwardly jutted out above Fleamont’s shoulder, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he looked at James and Sirius with an expression of absolute shock and confusion.

Euphemia snorted, patted Remus’s gawkily protruding head, smiled, “It’s a pleasure to see you both,” and again, gave no warning as she joined the embrace. Following suit with their family, James and Sirius crashed right into the hug as well.

The doorbell rang, and in a flash, Sirius was swinging the door open, “Marlene! Mary! Lily! Dorcas!”

James also skidded to Sirius’s side, smiling goofily at his friends, “Hi!” He looked at Lily, and she looked at him, and James desperately wanted to freeze this moment in time, cling to the second that her eyes met his, bright and intense in the way they pinned him to the spot, holding his gaze in place as if they were channelling physical beams of light into his retinas, sending the heat coursing down his spine, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, soldering him to the ground. Lily broke away, turning to wave in her adorable way at his parents.

Sighing dreamily, James allowed his feet to give way, for his body to slump into Sirius’s shoulder beside him.

Sirius raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I thought you were keeping it on the low?” they muttered.

“We are,” James sighed again. “We just looked at each other, all people do that.”

“Right,” Sirius snorted. “So you definitely weren’t eye-shagging?” they snarked. Before James could refute that, Sirius shoved James off their shoulder, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the garden, where all their friends and family slouched over sun loungers and patio chairs.

“Bliss,” Sirius collapsed onto the grass, lying with a hand over their eyes as they smiled in the face of the evening sun.

“Glorious,” James added, sinking into the soft grass next to Sirius.

“Toffs,” Lily mumbled under her breath, and James looked up to see her in the deck chair beside his head, the soles of her sandals hovering near his sprawled-out hair.

He beamed at her dopily, tilting his face upside down to stare at her, mouthing, But I’m your toff.

She kicked him lightly with her sandal, and he turned his head to avoid her wrath, bursting into laughter. He didn’t miss her slight blush, and he glimpsed the way she smiled at him fondly. This was probably the best James had ever felt. Definitely the best, actually.

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward, hands steepled beneath his chin in a vaguely conspiratorial sort of way. He looked pointedly between Dorcas and Marlene. “Are you two… lovers?” he asked solemnly.

Marlene blinked from her position in Dorcas’s lap, before a lazy grin took over her face. “Aye, sir,” she saluted. Jabbing a finger at Dorcas, “We’re lovers, you heard him.”

Dorcas made a face, contradictory to the affectionate way they pulled Marlene further into their chest, “Looks like we have to be.”

“Oh!” Euphemia and Fleamont squealed simultaneously, clinging to each other.

“Young love,” Euphemia sighed reminiscently, clutching a hand to her chest.

James raised an eyebrow, “I thought you two married when you were thirty-five.”

Fleamont gasped, also clutching his chest, “Are you implying that we’re old?!”

“Yes,” Sirius shot James a mocking side-eye. “He was.”

“I can’t believe this!” Euphemia cried.

“Sirius, this is why you’re our favourite!” Fleamont waved a hysterical finger at Sirius, and Sirius caught it between their hands, nodding in understanding as they squeezed it compassionately.

James rolled his eyes. “S’okay, I’m Remus’s favourite.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book.

James sighed, “Well, I’ve been replaced by a book.”

“You would be my favourite,” Peter offered sympathetically. “But I’m really loving Monty’s cheese rolls.”

Fleamont perked up and gave Peter a high-five.

“You’d never be my favourite,” Mary stated bluntly. “And Effie’s cakes are always on top.”

“Wiser words were never spoken,” Euphemia pulled Mary into a hearty headlock.

Mary rolled her eyes, but leaned into Euphemia’s arms regardless. She cast a glance at Marlene and Dorcas, before immediately looking away and concluding, “And they’re each other’s favourites.”

That left only one option. James rolled over to face Lily, sitting up on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, “Lily, am I your favourite?”

Lily looked at him consideringly. Eventually, she decided, “Maybe.” Then she smirked, “For certain things, yes.”

James’s lips parted, and a flush seeped beneath his skin. “Oh…”

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward once again, this time eyeing James and Lily. “Are you two…”

In the middle of Fleamont’s dramatic pause for suspense, James checked Lily’s expression. She seemed relaxed, lips curving upwards as they dimpled her cheeks. Okay? she mouthed.

James nodded vigorously.

“…Lovers?” Fleamont finished.

Euphemia whacked her husband upside the head. “No, they’re clearly a pair of unwashed pyjamas,” she snarked.

Fleamont raised his arms in surrender, “My bad.” He looked closely at James and Lily, “So, how long have you two been unwashed for?”

Well, James’s face had already been bright red. By now, it must’ve exploded off his skull due to overheating.

[eddies-spaghetti]

i’m begging d & p to make dalien nonbinary

@danielhowell @amazingphil

[charlie-jl]

Rosekiller because I said so

"Daydream about you while you're in the fuckin room" from No Emotion by Carpetgarden

Shoutout to their faces and the flowers and the sketch

[fredtheemoplant]

A huge issue I have have with this fandom is the (Young) Peter Pettigrew slander. Everyone goes ballistic bc he betrays the Potters and yada yada even though Regulus, Barty, Evan and any other death eater did pretty much the exact same thing.

So, I want to write a fic. Peter centric all about Peter discovering himself and his sexuality / identity while his friends all fall in love around him. (+ a couple other things)

A list of stuff it would include:

Aromantic Asexual Peter

Non binary Peter (maybe, lmk)

Wolfstar, Jegulus, Dorlene, Panda/Marylily, Rosekiller

Childhood friends Peter James and Marls

NO PETER BASHING‼️‼️

NO LILY SLANDER ‼️‼️

Happy ending (bc I’m a sucker for a happy end)

Angst

Disabled Peter!!! (My love)

Sassy + Cunty Peter bc yes

I got the idea while listening to Little League by Conan Gray and it would be loosely based off that

There are a few things I haven’t decided yet so it’s not set in stone so ideas/suggestions/feedback/criticism let me know <33

I will put updates on this page for you all, should I decide to continue on with it, and it will be posted on my Ao3 (Fredtheemoplant)

Again, any suggestions or question can be said directly in my asks or in the comments :)

All that aside, the question isss:

[relevance-is-overrated]

fruit loops

[toxiccrybabyart]

Fnaf kids

But dressed as their animatronics

I guess xD

Idk what this was I just had an urge

[trohpi]

@regulily-microfic • september 6: fire • 933 words

cross-posted on ao3

It was stupid, really. Just an offhand, innocent offer of help with the laundry, and yet that was all Lily needed to explode.

There was no build up, no steadily rising anger. There never is. No, it’s always zero to one hundred, a spark to an inferno, and she has no idea why. Maybe she’s broken. It certainly feels like it.

A pit of guilt churns in his stomach at the memory of Regulus’ face, the frustration and hurt there. He must hate me now, he thinks. I’d hate me, too.

A knock on their bedroom door startles Lily from his spiral and he sniffles, quickly wiping at the tears on his face.

“Lily?” a gentle voice says on the other side. Regulus. Her heart aches.

There’s a shuffle, then a throat clearing. “I’ve put the kettle on.”

Lily’s breath hitches at the care in his voice, and that’s all it takes before she’s ripping open the door. Regulus blinks at the abruptness for just a second before his eyes settle on the form of his upset partner. His face falls slightly at the swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks, concern brimming in silvery grey eyes. Lily feels more tears welling in her own, and she bites the inside of her cheek to hold back a nasty flood of emotion.

“Are you alright, love?” he asks softly, and it was useless. All at once, the feebly-built dam breaks open with a sob.

“I’m sorry,” Lily chokes out, hands trembling.

“Darling.” Regulus reaches out to steady his hands, slender fingers cradling his own gently, delicately. Tenderly. He shutters, his chest aching.

“I don’t know why I got so angry,” Lily stutters through tears. “I don’t— I’m sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry.”

“Love.” A hand comes up to cup her cheek. She nearly flinches at the contact. It’s too soft, too loving, too much. More than she deserves.

“I ruin everything.” His voice is a near-whisper, thick with tears and tension. “I’m sorry I do that, I don’t know why I do that.”

“Lily,” he cuts her off with a firm voice, and this time she really does flinch. She’d been expecting this, of course. The anger, the disgust, the disappointment. Any negative emotion, really. After all, Lily is a fire. It was only a matter of time before Regulus got sick of being burned. She just… didn’t expect it to hurt this much. Not now, not yet.

“Lily,” he says again, voice softer now. “Look at me.”

Lily sniffles as he meets his boyfriend’s eyes, which are gentle and full of love.

“I don’t care that you got angry,” Regulus says, running his thumb along his partner’s cheekbone. “And I don’t care that you needed space. The only thing I care about is the fact that you yelled at me, but I also know you didn’t mean to. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Lily leans into his touch, sighing shakily. “I don’t know why I got so mad, and I’m so sorry I took it out on you.”

“I know, darling. It’s okay.”

“It’s not, though. Sometimes, it’s like a switch flips, and all of this rage that’s just…” He gestures vaguely in the air. “Simmering inside of me, all of the time, suddenly comes to a boil. I hate it.”

Regulus knows all of this already, to some extent. He’s been dating Lily for over a year, after all, and they’ve been friends for even longer. He’s seen her struggle with this more times than either of them can count, and yet he still wants to be with her. Lily has a hard time understanding why.

The hand on her cheek migrates to her hair, fingers running through the short locks of auburn. Lily sighs again. “I wish I wasn’t like this.”

“But you are.” It’s not said unkindly, but it still hurts just a bit. Regulus’ honesty can be brutal sometimes, but that is part of why Lily appreciates it so much. He is willing to cut the bullshit when no one else is.

“I know, I just—” Wish I was better for you. Wish I was better than this. “—Wish I was better at being in control of my own emotions.”

“You’re not gonna like this, but you could always try seeing a Mind Healer.”

He almost groans. They’ve had this conversation before, but Lily’s always shut it down. He doesn’t need a Mind Healer, his childhood was perfectly normal— the standard suburban Muggle family. Sure, his mother was a bit overbearing sometimes and his father a bit too lax, and there’s all the baggage with his sister, but nothing even close to what Regulus went through. No, Mind Healing is for people with real problems, not people like Lily.

But, Lily considers, perhaps it could be.

“I don’t know,” she mutters. “Maybe.”

Regulus’ fingers pause in their movements. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” she confirms as she pulls back, wiping at the drying tears on her cheeks. “I’m just so tired of this. I’ll still feel stupid, like I don’t belong in a Mind Healer’s office, but I’ve tried everything else I can think of.”

“You’re not stupid for wanting help.”

“No, but I’ll feel stupid for needing it.”

“Just because you haven’t been through a major trauma doesn’t mean you have to be this perfect, undamaged person. You are allowed to not be okay, you know.”

“I know.” He smiles tiredly, reaching out to tangle their fingers together once more. “It’ll just take me a minute to believe it.”

Regulus squeezes her hand. “Well, I’ll be with you when you do.”

[lurlurlurlurlur]

@littleoldrachel Teddy and Remus' relationship in my love, take care of yourself just healed something in my heart I didn't know needed healing ❤️‍🩹 an active supportive parenting of queer youth, specially for non binary teens is so so important, to know it is a real possibility to experience tender love, even in our identities (or to at least look forward to it in the future) Forever grateful for this 🫂

[vinylfoxbooks]

25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 20 December 21 - Mistletoe Kiss | @noblehouseofgay | wc: 786

“What’s that, mummy?” Luna asks, pointing at the little plant that one of the characters in the movie is hanging up. The camera focuses on it for a while. 

Lily smiles at the little girl, “It’s called mistletoe. There’s a thing that really big kids and adults do where when two people walk under it at the same time, they have to kiss.”

“Kiss? But isn’t that something only mummies and daddies do?” 

James laughs gently, ruffling Luna’s hair, “No, it’s not. Sometimes friends can kiss, sometimes people can kiss and then never kiss again, sometimes they find the only person they’ll kiss for the rest of their lives, and that’s what your mums and me and Reg have.”

“So anyone can kiss.”

“As long as they both clearly want to, of course they can.” James smiles.

Pandora nods, “And kisses can be anywhere you want it to be, like…” she leans down at kisses her daughter’s forehead, “the head or…” she turns to where Harry is curled up in Lily’s side and pecks his forehead, “the forehead or…” she pulls Regulus, who’s legs she’s leaning against, down to her so she can kiss his cheek, “the cheek or…” she grabs next at James’ hand, bringing it to kiss their knuckles, “the hand or even…” finally, she pulls Lily in for a brief kiss, “The lips. As long as you both want to.” 

“Have you kissed under the miss-toe?” Harry asks, furrowing his brows when he can’t quite figure out how to pronounce the word. 

James nods, “We have.”

It’s one of James’ favourite memories of Regulus, something that happened before they even got together -- though it did play a hand in their relationship just a month and a half later. During a Christmas party that the Potters were having and that James had convicned Sirius to convince Regulus to attend, there had been mistletoe put around a couple different areas of the house. Leading into the ktichen, leading to the stairwell, hanging off the doorway of one of the less busy hallways. There was even one out on the porch in the backyard. 

James had helped their parents put it up and didn’t really care to get caught under any of the sprigs, so they had been carefully avoiding them. Regulus had done the same. But it was in a minor lapse of judgement where James found Regulus outside, just the two of them since there was some sort of event happening inside, and they had gotten so distracted talking to him becaue Regulus was actually talking back and it was the best thing James had ever experienced in their life. Yeah, they had exchanged a couple cards for holidays but there wasn’t anything between them, and they almost never talked. 

But here they were, standing outside alone and talking and laughing and Regulus looked so fucking good in the light from the moon and the Christmas lights strung around the patio. And then Regulus was looking up and his eyes were widening, making James snap their gaze up aswell, knowing just what they were going to find. 

Almost immediately, while still refusing to look away from the mistletoe hung perfectly between them, they laughed, “Well, look at that… I forgot that was out here.” Then they looked down to see the shorter, “We don’t- no one is out here to pressure us into kissing or anything, we don’t have to do it if we don’t want-” but they were cut off by Regulus surging forward, fisting the collar of their shirt, and pulling them into him. James went easily, arms going to wrap around his waist immediately.

When they finally pulled away, Regulus just sneered at James, “You need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, James.” Then he turned on his heels and headed back inside, leaving a very confused James behind in the cold. James later learned that Regulus walked away because he freaked himself out and thought that he had messed. Apparently he had gone to hide away in an upstairs bathroom for twenty minutes before Sirius found him. 

But James isn’t going to go into those details with their son or step-daughter, so they just leave it at that and let the kids turn to ask Lily and Pandora if they’ve ever kissed under the mistletoe before pressing them for more information on the tradition. Regulus’ hand finds James’, as though he was going through the same memory that they just were -- and it’s likely that he was, what with the fond look they find on his face when they turn to him. James squeezes his hand and focuses back on what Pandora is saying to the two kids.

Day 22

[spiritstar477]

I’m thinking of writing a fic where Sirius gets amnesia (unknown how as of yet) and such. Modern muggle au. I want it to be a pretty chill, happy story with probably not much plot just vibes.

Wolfstar as the main coupling.

These are my character descriptions for our marauders era peeps. Any ideas on any changes or additions to them?

See below the break ⬇️

Also, Sirius isn’t listed bc he doesn’t know who he is bc of the amnesia.

Remus: gay, five years old was attacked by Greyback and cut up, gets tremors on chronic pain now, uses a cane to walk, nerd (will read anything but mostly loves textbooks/educational books), lowkey autistic (you don’t know til you know), always spouting weird facts when he’s uncomfortable, obvi super pining for sirius

James: pansexual, dating Regulus, plays basketball, does one on one with Marlene and they gossip/vent about their day, works out all the time, super smart but a dumbass, actual sunshine with abandonment issues

Regulus: trans (formerly Lyra), bisexual, dating James, nerd (big into learning like remus, he and remus hang out to learn random shit together) plays badminton singles, autistic af, very quiet until he gets comfy then he never shuts up, likes legos (touch and you’ll die)

Peter: aroace, everyone’s bestie, chill and just living his best life, closest with Mary (both just chill but always judging everyone together)

Barty: gay af, dating Evan obvi, graffiti vandal/lowkey arsonist, besties with Pandora, intentionally does stereotypical ‘quiet kid’ stuff just to fuck with his peers, everyone’s afraid of him just how he likes,

Evan: asexual but will ruin Barty sexually (doesn’t get any sexual gratification but enjoys watching Barty squirm and have the best time), collects animal parts in jars and has a ‘bone room’, is that creepy kid, has definitely been to the psych ward before

Lily: lesbian, poly-ish, dating Mary and Pandora, huge chemistry nerd, in the debate club, very popular/friends with nearly everyone

Mary: bisexual, poly-ish, dating Lily and Pandora, very cottagecore, quiet vibes, besties with Peter, vegan/all about saving the planet (but not in a awful way), forgetful and always has a million alarms and reminders on her phone

Marlene: nonbinary they/them, so lesbian they never had to come out, obsessed with gf Dorcas, plays basketball, them and James often do one on one and vent, loves movies and will watch literally anything

Dorcas: lesbian, dating Marlene, most said words are probably “wtf Marlene”, party girl, cheerleader, legit hates men except Reggie but only because they were close before he transitioned and she’d miss him

Pandora: unknown sexuality (always just shrugs when asked), very manic pixie girl vibes, heavy on the manic, sometimes commits arson with bestie Barty, Evan’s unused dead things’ parts are made into fertilizer for her garden (which is impressive btw, mostly flowers but a hidden section of poisonous plants), always has something creepy or downright unsettling to say

Also…

-James is Indian

-Remus is technically white but he does not look it (and it always surprises people), and he’s conveniently unattractive bc I love ugly remus

-Pandora and Evan are black (with naturally white blond hair ofc) and Pandora has vitiligo

-Sirius and Regulus moved from France as children

-Mary is black

-Dorcas is black

It takes place in Canada bc I’m Canadian and I know fuck all about European anything and am too lazy to do research.

[jennifermarie98]

Happy pride month to the Chucky Characters 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️