Alternate version of Hermione design. She’s bald, yes. I like to explore every possibilities and the only way of doing it is drawing and actually seeing it… This is all conceptual, so I’m just throwing a headcanon here. I’ve drawn her design along with my Harry and Ginny. Somehow, I like the way my bearded Harry looks at her side.
Again, this is conceptual. An experimenting. Just giving something to imagine.
Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.
He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.
He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
Would little Angelica be afraid of George Washington as well? He's balder than Burr
Well, Burr was the first bald person Angie saw and fear, but after a long talk with mom she didn’t fear bald people anymore. Furthermore, historically, Martha Washington offered herlself to teach Angie how to dance, so Angie spent a lot of time on the president house. Wash was a bit worried about Ham’s descendants, but he got along really well with the little girl, and often he placed her in his knees and talk about how annoying Alex was in his youth.
He is probably telling some state confidential information to a 7 y/o girl
Ohmi, a travelling witch, she stops here and there, to sell her potions, her lotions and other such things that can heal or ail ya. What you get depends on her mood. She’s a cheerful and mischievous sod and she never stays for long. She’ll tell you, if you ask, that they couldn’t appreciate her style of magic, they were afraid of her brilliance, you might say. She always fails to mention the people she left with bald heads or the houses filled with vines and buds that giggle at their misfortunate owners or the way she had to flee most places half dressed, waving and throwing kisses over her shoulder at the latest farmer’s daughter she had seduced, dodging the debris thrown by said daughter’s father/husband, pulling on shoes and clothes as she ran. She can be trouble, but she can do wonders. Her reviews from the people she meets are a sort of mixed bag. Loved but depised, wonderful but chaotic. And Ohmi like it that way. When she and Heddy meet, Ohmi’s in a lick of trouble, over a case of a potion being “mis-advertised”. The guy bought a potion that would “reveal his inner beauty” and hey, it’s not Ohmi’s fault that the guy was a dingus was it?? She gets pulled into court and is sentenced to a year imprisonment, but the final judgement is stopped by a member of the court, who offers the idea that this miscreant, obviously powerful and clever despite their misdeeds, could do more good out in the world than inside a cell. Under supervision, of course. Ohmi smirked, If you wanna ask me out, just do it honey. She later regrets joking, especially as she is sized up for a iron anklet that will drain her magic if she gets so much further than 10 feet away from her new supervisor, Protector Hedwiga. Though, it only takes her about 10 minutes to start joking with said Protector, a travelling monk and keeper of peace, about her possible liking for light bondage.