Hi. I'm having some concerns about my main character. I have the vision of making her darker skinned but I don't want to upset anyone over the representation. I'm worried that since I am white as a vampire people will criticizes against the character. I have read many reviewers of books and it's a big worry, a reason I can't move forward with my boom.
This is a good question, and not one I am qualified to answer for you, but I will link you to some very good articles written by people of color that may point you in the right direction.
Some general tips I can give you are:
“darker skinned” will not be enough to build a character off of, and if you are going to write a POC, make sure you know their heritage and culture and research thoroughly what it is like to to grow up and live in whatever country (whether it be the US or not) that they live in and how they will be treated because of their skin color, heritage culture, etc, in that society. You will have to do extensive research on institutionalized racism, white privilege, and intersectionality with sexualities, gender, and other parts of a person’s identity. You cannot simply describe their skin color and think you are done with it.
Be open and receptive and listen. If you are going to write what you don’t know, you better make sure you are ready to actually learn and do more than the bare minimum. You don’t have to be a bad and evil person to be racist; many racists ideas and attitudes are so ingrained our society, we don’t realize that we are perpetuating them, and don’t realize their affect. Be open to discussing privilege, own what you don’t know, and always strive to learn more and correct your behavior. Being good intentioned doesn’t mean you won’t make mistakes, and it is a constant learning process, so don’t let your good intentions or white guilt stop you from learning. Don’t go into this research process with your defenses up.
Ace Slytherins convince Ambrosius and his wife to stock ace pride sweets at Honeydukes. (Many of which are simply the pride colors, but some of which change a person’s tongue or hair to the pride colors. One of which also conjures a temporary dragon tattoo that flits around to different parts of the body.)
Ace Slytherins are the least phased by acephobic comments.
Some ace Slytherins are out and proud and won’t let you forget it.
Some ace Slytherins only talk about their sexuality with their friends because those are the only people who deserve to know such an important thing about them.
Ace Slytherins constantly discuss the morality of amortentia in potions class even when they won’t be studying love potions for several months.
Ace Slytherins spearhead event planning for Ace Awareness Week at Hogwarts.
Ace Slytherins like to eat breakfast together. They spread out with other friends for lunch and dinner, but breakfast time is ace time.
Ace Slytherins look regal af in pride clothing combos of purple and emerald.
What is a hijab? Chances are you have seen or met a woman who wears one, but you may still be wondering what it is. The hijab is the most common name for the headscarf that Muslim women wear. The hijab is a choice for Muslim women - some women to choose to wear it as a form of worship to God and to embody modesty. It is a reflection of one’s devotion and belief in God. There are approximately 1.6 billion Muslims across continents, which is the reason there are several hijab styles worn by women from different cultures and countries, spanning from Afghanistan to Indonesia, and each country has its own unique and traditional hijab style that women proudly wear. Each country has its own dashing style to be appreciated and celebrated!
In Malala Yousafzai’s famous headshot, she styles her scarf the classic Pakistani way. She loosely drapes the scarf (also called dupatta in Pakistan) around her head and leaves a bit of her hair to peek through in the front. The colors range from dark colors to bright colors, matching traditional ethnic clothing. This style is always elegant, classy, and versatile for any look desired.
Afghan women have often worn (and continue to) a unique type of hijab known as the burqa. The burqa is a long piece of clothing draped over the head of the woman and often drapes all the way down to the knees or ankles. This covers the entire face and leaves a spot for the eyes through a net type fabric. Burqas can be any color, but are usually blue in Afghanistan.
Malaysia, budding with new Islamic fashion trends, is the hotspot for all new hijab trends. Malaysian hijab often consists of light or brightly colored hijabs and floral patterns. Drapes are beautiful created to add volume and provide full coverage of the hair.
Similar to Malaysia, Indonesia is always budding with new hijab trends. Indonesian-styled hijabs fully cover the hair and may incorporate undercaps underneath the hijab to create a more elaborate and unique look. Certain hijabs may have extra volume by having floral designs attached.
The Ethiopian hijab is worn by wrapping it like a turban. The turban fully covers the head and hair. Turbans are created with simply fabric or elaborate, colorful, traditional types. Turbans can be set in place with pins and brooches.
Like Ethiopian women, Somali women also style their hijabs by creating a turban. Turbans can be created with long scarves to create a more volumized look. Women may also wear an undercap to add multiple colors and patterns. Jewelry can also be worn, such as earrings.
Syrian women frequently wear their hijab wrapped around their head and secured with pins. They often also wear undercaps and create drapes at the top of their head to add a unique design. In addition to fully covering the hair, this style covers the neck and partially the chest area.
The Palestinian hijab style consists of a tightly wrapped scarf, providing full coverage of hair and neck. Like the Syrian style, an undercap is usually worn to add volume and to help ensure the hijab stays in place as desired.
In Iran, women often wear what is known as the chador, a form of hijab. It is a long piece of cloth that drapes over the head and reaches to the waist (sometimes knees or ankles). The chador is often the color black and is a versatile, classy, dashing look.
The Turkish hijab is very chic and classy. While still providing full coverage, the scarf is tied into an elegant bow on one side of the neck to add a feminine, chic look to it. The hijab looks best with volume and with a simple knot or bow to hold it in place.
The hijab is much more than a versatile piece of clothing worn by Muslim women - it is a symbol of a proud Muslim woman worshipping God by deciding to wear the hijab, regardless of style. These are just a few snapshots of how the hijab is worn beautifully across different countries. The hijab is a unifying force of Muslim women of all ages, backgrounds, ethnicities, and nationalities.
This is set after ep 210. It’s a Malec and Lightwood family feels story with a smidgen of parabatai feels. Longer than is usual for me, so please excuse all the mistakes, I’m exhausted.
Alec hasn’t always hated spiders.
As a little child, Alec saw spiders as weird looking creatures - alright, ugly, ugly creatures - but he didn’t see their weirdness or ugliness as a reason to fear or hate them. He was simply… respectfully wary of the hairy beasts.
(A/N): I really like these color soulmate au’s at the moment so take another one :)
Request: Do you can write a Wanda x female reader soulmate imagine where [Y/N] is Tony’s younger sister who’s a mutant with powers similar to Wanda’s except reader’s energy color is blue and they meet during AoU and they fight each other until they realize that they’re soulmates before they hug and share a kiss?
You’d never been able to see the color purple, every other color you could see crystal clear but whenever you so much as glanced at something purple it would take up an almost monotone color, a simply grey to be exact.
For years you’d wondered if there was something wrong with you, something in your brain or eyes that wasn’t registering the color but it was when you reached the ripe old age of 16 that you truly found out why you couldn’t see purple. Soulmate. That was the only explanation, something about your soulmate had to do with the color purple and so you couldn’t see it, not until you met them at least.
At first the idea of soulmates had been a hard thing for you to grasp but as you aged into your twenties you began to grasp the idea that someone, somewhere out in the world
Had been made just for you just as you had been made just for them; like two pieces of a puzzle or two peas in a pod.
As soon as you learned what a soulmate was you were bound and determined to go out and find them- whoever they were. So you saved up and spent your money traveling the world, searching for your so called soulmate. But your little expedition led you to where you were now, trapped inside a cell as scientists experimented on you.
"Wait till-“ you growl, biting down on one of the scientists fingers as they attempted to shove something down your throat. "Wait till my brother finds out,” You smirk despite the amount of pain you were in, some poison they put into your body no doubt. A thin sheen of sweat covered your body and it took all of your willpower to bit throw up or cry. Instead you grit your teeth through your pain, pulling against the restraints that these people had you in.
You close your eyes as something deep settles within your bones causing you more pain than imaginable. Despite your best efforts you scream, your mouth opening widely as your cry pierces the stale air of whatever basement you were in. But suddenly you were jolting upwards, no restraints, no pain coursing through your veins. A layer of sweat covered your body and as you looked around you could see little wisps of blue energy hanging around the air. It was just a nightmare- just a nightmare. You weren’t in some dingy basement, you were in Stark tower, in your older brother’s tower.
With a shaky sigh you clutch a hand to your rapidly beating heart, willing it to settle down but as soon as it began to even out a sudden crashing filled the air and suddenly there was a robot sized hole in your wall. One of Tony’s maintenance bots stands in your room, it’s eyes glowing at you dangerously.
"Jarvis, power down the bots-“ but before you could even finish your sentence the bot attacked, lunging towards your bed. With a scream you jumped from your bed, just barely managing to miss the bot gripping at the sheets madly. It cocks it’s head to look at you, it’s whole robot body rigid and suddenly it was coming after you again but luckily you were prepared this time and you counteracted it with a short blast of energy, sending the bot exploding.
You pant softly, your heart racing once again. First a nightmare and now this? What was going on in the tower? Without missing a beat you jog out of your room and down a few floors, to where Tony had been having a party. Immediately the sight of robots and avengers greets you, each one battling for dominance of the room. One look around and you knew that your team was screwed.
”(Y/N)!“ Tony yells over the commotion. "What’re you doing up?”
“Believe it or not it’s kinda hard to sleep when the maintenance bots decide to attack you,” you shrug, throwing a quick wisp of energy at 2 approaching bots. “What happened here?"
"It’s a…it’s a long story,"
"Well,” your energy wipes out a good chunk of the robots in the near vicinity, little wisps of blue still lingering behind. “I think we’ve got time,"
"Let me get this straight,” you mutter as you slip on your boots. “You created an artificial intelligence, one that could destroy the world and you didn’t kill it when you had the chance?” Tony sighs as he pilots the jet the avengers were on, all of you on your way to some location, one that Ultron had been spotted at.
“(Y/N), it’s not that simple,” Tony begins only for you to cut him off.
“Tony, the world is danger because of you, got that? If you had taken some responsibility for once in your life then this wouldn’t be happening right now-"
"Don’t get started (Y/N),” Tony warns, gritting his teeth in restraint.
“No Tony, I will get started and you wanna know why? You can’t act like your age for one fucking second and-” Your sentence cuts short when the jet shifts, just enough to alert the team but there had still been movement. “Did you feel that?” You ask and immediately afterwards the jet shifts again, this time much more dramatic than before, nearly knocking any free standing Avengers to the ground. “Tony, what’s going on?” You grip his seat for support, looking out of the window to see what was going on. Your eyes train on two figures below you, one with silver hair and the other- well, the other was glowing red it seemed. “Wait a minute, aren’t those the kids from that mission?” You ask, squinting to get a better look but as soon as you did the jet shifted again, knocking right into a building beside you.
“We might want to get outtta here,” Tony mutters as he attempts to get a grip on his steering, trying to steer it back to where he wanted it to be. “Whatever mojo those kids have is messing with our ship and I doubt it’s gonna last long,” At his words the front of the jet slowly began to tip down, angling towards the ground menacingly. You, and every other avenger begin to slide to the front, quickly gripping onto something so you didn’t go hurdling through the windshield. “Shit,” Tony growls as he starts pressing an innumerable amount of buttons, attempting to gain control but the ship didn’t obey his command, instead it kept angling downwards, the jet rather suddenly approaching the ground.
“Tony,” You yell as the jet angles down completely, leaving you smacking into the front windows, an almost sickly sounding crack coming from the glass. The jet seemed to be falling faster now and the glass was cracking beneath you, Tony was still trying to get control of the ship while the others were yelling commands at you, telling you not to move or to shift your weight the right way, but none of that mattered when the glass below you shattered, leaving you to smack against the ground painfully.
“Fuck,” You mutter, arching your back as pain surges through you. You open one of your eyes, just in time to see the jet go skidding into some building, tearing the thing to the ground. With a groan you pushed up from the dirt ground, going to make your way towards the jet when a suddenly blast of red energy hit you, smacking you against a wall of some old building. Pain crawled up your spine once again, leaving your head throbbing in pain as you slumped to the ground, all the fight nearly drained from your bones.
“Don’t move,” A rich, accented voice demands of you. You crack one eye open to stare at the perpetrator, none other than the brown haired girl from the mission previously. Little wisps of red energy swarm her fingers, much like your wisps of power, only an entirely different color. Another groan falls from your lips as you allow your head to slump back against the wall behind you, your body much to weak to even think about moving. You do happen to spare a glance at the wreck of jet and building and what you saw didn’t look the best; the building was on fire and as far as you can tell there wasn’t a single avenger in sight.
“Shit,” You mutter, opening your other eye to blink blearily at the fire. You shift just a bit, pushing your hands beneath your body to stand up when a red finger is pointed at your head.
“I said don’t move,’ Your fight seems to return at her words, an anger brewing beneath your skin at her attitude.
“Fuck you,” You growl as you bite her finger, hard enough to break the skin. With a yelp she pulls back, nursing her now bleeding hand. You take her moment of distraction to quickly elbow her face, a satisfying crunch coming from her nose. She falls to the ground, her head nearly spinning as you book it to the crash, hoping to get there before the silver haired guy could catch up. “Tony!” You scream as you run at the building, so close you could feel the flames licking your body. “Steve!” You approach the rubble, searching for any sight of one of your teammates but when you found none you began to grow a bit concerned. “Nat!” You cry, pulling up chunks of the building as you attempt to make your way into the rubble. “Bruce!” Your cries stop short when you hear a resounding thud from behind you, a sound that could only be made by one object.
You whip around just in time to see the Avengers emerge from chunks of the rubble, Steve’s shield stuck in a robot’s body. The were beaten and bloodied but they were alive.
“(Y/N),” Steve chokes, his breathing a bit heavy as he does, “Take down the twins, we’ll take care of the bots,” You nod your head, an almost relieved smile overtaking your features.
“You got it Cap’n,” With a little salute you turn your body towards the two mutants, the sliver haired speedster helping the brown haired girl to her feet. Wisps of energy gather around your fingers as you take a step towards the two, your whole body thrumming in power.
The two happen to look up, their eyes widening at the sight of you. With a smirk you send a beam of energy their way, thoroughly surprised when the brown haired girl counteracted it with her own beam. The two colors collide and immediately a spark fills the air, getting brighter and brighter with each passing second. You furrow your brows as you look at the sparks forming in the middle of your beams, it was a color you’d never seen before- nearly blue but with a slightly red undertone….Suddenly both of the beams become this vibrant color, thrumming as your two colors mix. And then it clicked- it was purple; this was the color you’d never been able to see before. Immediately your energy powers down, little wisps of it clinging to the air as the vibrant color soon fades, leaving you and the brown haired girl staring at each other in shock.
You’re soulmate was the bad guy? Your mouth runs dry at the though and you can barely find the words to speak as you come to this conclusion. Your hands shake and you feel the extreme urge to cry, something you rarely ever did.
“Oh my god,” You breathe out, a small tear cascading down your cheek. “Oh my god, y-you’re my-” The girl nods and it looks like there are tears of her own gathering within her eyes. Blood soaks her hands and nose and you do feel a pang of guilt knowing that you’d been the one to hurt her, your own damn soulmate.
Despite knowing that she was working against you, despite knowing that she was working with Ultron you find yourself running towards her, not stopping until you’d wrapped her up in your arms, your face buried in her neck. Two arms wrap around you and a warm cheek presses against your head, making you feel more alive than you ever had.
“My soulmate,” she breathes out, her lips ghosting along your skin as she does. “Mine.” She repeats, firmer this time. You find yourself nodding against her, your heart overpowered with emotions.
“I-I-I don’t even know your name,” You whisper, pulling back just enough to stare at her bloodied, beaten face. She smiles gently, wincing slightly as she does.
“It’s Wanda, Wanda Maximoff,” You smile as you gingerly press a kiss to her lips, making sure not to get any blood in your mouth.
“I’m (Y/N),” You mumble against her lips, relishing in the small breath she breathed against you. “(Y/N) Stark.”
SO clearly I didn’t draw this. The very wonderful (yet punk) @justautumn drew this. You should go check her out, she is top notch. I am serious, go check her page. She was the one who made the animatic right here
Edit: Adding this for you, @expectogladiolus (The longer you look at his mouth, the more you can see it looking like a smirk ;) )
“Fuck did you say to me?”, Gladio yelled finishing off a daemon with a final strike.
You flicked your wrist to dissipate your weapon. “You heard me”. You crack the faintest smile, your own burst of sass amusing you. It could be the adrenaline, but wherever it was coming from, you decided to just roll with it.
“Say that to me one more time”, his half smirk betraying his threatening tone. He began to close the distance between you. Slowly, he stalked over to you. You couldn’t help but take in the way his uniform held to his body, and the casual way his arms swung. You stood your ground, one part out of stubborn determination, one part too afraid your legs would give out after connecting with his honey-colored eyes.
Simply standing was all you could do to keep from falling.
The hanging light in the cave cast a shadow over you as Gladio eclipsed it with his massive frame. He was so smug, towering over you, arms crossed, hips cocked to the side.
The other boys had moved on ahead down the cave, taking their lights with them, dimming the surroundings further. He continued to hold your gaze until you broke it to look past him, searching for the others. How far were they going to keep walking without you two?
It was silent now, apart from a few drips of water trickling over the cave walls.
His baritone voice cut cleanly through the thick silence.
“You were saying…”
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