the canons of theodore

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slytherin aesthetics
- blaise zabini
- draco malfoy
- pansy parkinson
- theodore nott
- daphne greengrass

anonymous asked:

Is it me or does Ron Swanson remind you of Theodore Roosevelt?

Ok but listen. There are three syllables in Ron Swanson. And three syllables in Theodore and three syllables in Roosevelt. 

Ron Swanson. Theodore. Roosevelt.
 1                    1            1
   \                  |           /
    \                 |         /
                     3

Three names of three syllables. 

3 as in 3 sides to a triangle.

Illuminati confirmed. 

Ascension

(Inspiration music)

Theodore Bennas dismounted from Victory moments after landing in Strongheart Castle’s courtyard. Within moments, a stable-hand had taken the gryphon’s reins and led the proud beast towards the stables and to a hearty meal. The paladin, however, began to walk with purpose into the castle’s keep.


He passes through the diasarming room with a nod to the guards as he undid his sword belt, offering it to one of the guards, a dark-haired man, who took it with a smile.  Dame Morningfire, the guard captain stood before him, “Your Lord Father has plans for your sword, my lord. We will return it to you shortly.” She inclined her head in respect as Theodore returned the gesture, “Of course, Dame Morningfire.”

With a deep breath, Theodore continued up a flight of stairs and towards the great hall. Murals lined the walls of Strongheart Castle that detailed the histories of the old house and its notable members. This mural that caught Theodore’s eyes in particular told the story of House Bennas’ founder, the famed Arianne Bennas, who secured their home from kobolds many centuries ago. His eyes lingered over the details of the mural, tracing over his ancestor’s crimson hair, the blue eyes Theodore himself had inherited, and the features of her faced curled into what must have been a fearsome battle cry at the time. In her hands, she held a greatsword that seemed as tall as she. Beside the founding lady stood her three brothers:  Francois, Arayn, and the youngest, Theodore, his namesake. His eyes lingered on the mural as he slowly made his way up the stairs before opening the door to the great hall.

As expected, his father, Duke Edward Bennas, rose to greet his son. The white haired paladin stood in austere silence for a moment before offering a nod.  Edward adorned himself in plate armor colored silver, gold, and blue. In his right hand, he bore the same warhammer he had once wielded on the field of battle in the service of Stormwind.

The Duchess, Alyssa Bennas, too had dressed in plate armor for this meeting with her son. Gryphon iconography danced along her master crafted plate armor that now saw more use for ceremonial purposes than it did on grand battlefields in service of her kingdom and her house. At her side hung her blessed longsword and dagger beside it.

“Mother, Father.” Theodore inclined his head in respect to both with a small smile, “I was told that you both wishes to speak with me?”

“Indeed, we do, Theo.” His mother began, “We have heard of your deeds on the Broken Shore, and what you have been doing in Stormwind with the Stormwind Guards.” Alyssa began calmly.

Theodore smiled but looked to his father as he continued where Alyssa had left off, “And it is to my shame that injury has prevented me from fighting in the Alliance’s wars in the past several years.” Edward took a deep breath, “Our family is one founded in the blood of our own and the enemies of Stormwind. Throughout our history, a man or woman named Bennas has fought alongside his or her kinsmen without fear. Now, it is you who have done so. More than that, you have brought yourself, an outsider to the politics of Stormwind City, to a place of respect and prominence. It is for this reason that I am naming you the head of House Bennas and Duke of Summerfast.”

Theodore listened, smiling sheepishly in acceptance of the praise until the last words left his father’s mouth. His eyes widened and the paladin looked up at his father in stunned silence. After several moments of stunned silence, Theodore spoke again, “How can this be, Father?  While you still live, it is not my pla-“

Edward simply cut him off, “As the Lord of this family, it is my right to name my successor and to choose another to take command of the family should I deem it fit. And I have deemed you fit.” Edward said firmly. After a moment, however his expression softened, “My lord. While you are abroad, there are several administrators that can help manage day to day expenses and tasks in your absence. Likewise, your mother and I will be happy to offer you our advice and aid should you ever need it. Leadership may be a terrible burden but not one you are a stranger too. I have learned all too well that managing a house is very different from leading an army. I must confess, that I also wish to ensure that you have some experience in ruling while I live that I may assist you. Additionally, I have prepared you a gift for this occasion.”

At the clap of Edward’s hands, a quel’dorei smith entered the room, bearing a great two handed falchion colored in blue and gold that matched the newly named Duke’s armor. The sword itself measured a little more than sixty inches in length and boasted a single edge to cut with. Thalassian runes were carved into both sides of the sword. The elf knelt before the knight and raised the hilt for the paladin to take. After a few moments, Theodore took the hilt and marveled at his new gift.

“It is the same blade you received for your promotion. However, I believed that it could have used a bit more weight and length. Though, I am sure you do not mind. And your father agreed.’ Alyssa spoke up, “Demons are not well known for their armor and a slashing weapon such as that is ideal for cutting through massed swarms. All that it is missing is a new name and an infusion of the Light, my son.” Her lips curled into a proud grin.

Theodore let the blade rest in its newly designed sheath that now hung at his belt and took a deep breath.

“There is one more thing, I will ask of you, Theodore.” The retired Field Marshal sighed as he held forth his hammer, “I ask you to do me the honors of carrying Orcbreaker with you into the Broken Shore. If the time comes that you need a mace, I pray that it serves you well.”

Theodore took a deep breath as he took the hammer, that storied mace with which Edward had sundered the chests of orcs when he was younger than Theodore, within his own grip. His eyes shut in thought as he exhaled, “I will not let you down. Not at home nor on the field of battle.”

“I do not expect that you will, Theodore. Especially since Field Marshal Thundermar will be requiring your services in the field.” Edward chuckled, patting his son on the back, “But for now you have much work to do, Duke Bennas. For the Alliance.”

“For the Alliance.” Theodore repeated, as he made his way out of the Hall, nodding to both his father and his mother. As he made his way to the courtyard, Theodore beckoned for one of the messengers, “I need letters sent to the lords and ladies that I call friends. Tell them that Theodore Bennas now rules in Summerfast but his father and mother yet live. Tell them that what we can trade, we would be happy to. Tell them we want no part of conflicts or petty squabbles while the Burning Legion threatens our world. Tell them we are as fearsome as always.”

As the messenger left without another word, Theodore stepped out into the courtyard to an eager crowd of the duchy’s citizens, most of them from drawn from the castle itself. Whispers of what was to come had circulated through the region for days before Theodore’s return, however, the sight of the paladin with his father’s hammer had all but confirmed it. With a deep breath, Theodore raised his hammer to the air and shouted, “Death to the Burning Legion! For Stormwind! For the Alliance! And for House Bennas!”

( @ananorah @householt @thecyanbladesman @littlelady-lo, @adhelin, @sarastarbreeze and everyone else who wants to know this information!)

OK I was reading about Teddy Roosevelt’s “Big Stick ideology” and it talks about how he resolved the Anthracite Coal Strike: the peaceful talks went badly, so the mining companies asked the government to send in the military. Roosevelt sent in the military … to do the mining work, which meant that the mining companies weren’t actually profiting, so they caved to the unions.

God damn is that a passive-aggressive application of “speak softly and carry a big stick.”

(w)reckless

pairing: theodore nott x lavender brown

setting: post-war, canon-divergent au

word count: 1,219

written for: @paansyparkinson (i hope your exam went well, bb)


Azkaban is more than a prison.

Theo listens—watches, withers, waits—as the hastily reformed Wizenmagot sentences him to twenty-three months of incarceration with no opportunity for parole; and all he can suddenly think about is how the Malfoys are under house arrest, strolling through pleasantly fragrant rose gardens and drinking hundred year-old bottles of claret in their elegantly appointed drawing rooms and just—just biding their time, counting their gold and feigning their remorse and clawing their way back from the dead like the royal fucking parasites they’ve always been.

Theo, though—Theo is in chains.

He doesn’t speak as he’s led out of the courtroom. There’s nothing to say, not really. His parents are dead. Zabini had fucked off to France with his slinking, deadly snake of a mother. Theo had never had a lot of friends—had never particularly seen the point of making any—but there is, he imagines now, something uniquely terrible about being completely alone for this, the war-drum solemn moment his life is inextricably altered.

Ruined.

The tattoo they ink onto the inside of his left wrist—prisoner number 700, exactly—hurts less than he expects it to. He can almost feel the power of the runes seeping into skin, mucking about with the chemistry of his blood and his magic and his sense of self. Who he’s been, who he is, who he will be. It’s cruel, he decides. A punishment fit for a crime he’s still not entirely sure he’d even properly committed.

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Eric Cartman Head-Canons (So Far)

Eric Theodore Cartman

Personality

  • Reputation is extremely importantto Cartman and he’ll pretend like he doesn’t care, but what other people think really affects him. It matters.
  • Cartman develops this insane laugh that just brings a smile to everyone’s face. He could be laughing at his own joke that no one thinks is funny at all, but the second he starts laughing like that, everyone would laugh too. This has often led to Cartman thinking he’s funny all the fucking time, which is NOT always true. » Even though he is kinda funny.
  • Liane is usually gone since she’s not home most days when Cartman’s supposed to be at school, and she never really says when she’ll be back. Cartman ends up alone in the house with Mr.Kitty a lot, so he’s used to being lonely.
  • Cartman hates being thanked. If he does something selflessly for someone, it is NOT to be acknowledged. He thinks it fucks with his reputation and downplays it when someone tries to bring attention to it. Plus, it’s fucking embarrassing when people get mushy around him. …Unless it’s Kyle.
  • Cartman has some definite mental issues. He’s gone to therapy countless times, which often led to many early retirements and a few suicides of some really respected professionals. Cartman doesn’t think they WOULD have helped anyway, and having such results makes it very difficult for Cartman to open up to anyone, seeing as they never understood him or seemed to make an attempt to in the first place.
  • Cartman LOVES horror movies! They aren’t much different from what he sees in his head on a daily basis, so he enjoys them and the thrill of being startled from a jump-scare. He finds it funny.

Appearance

  • Cartman began lifting weights around 7th grade (after an incident with one of his mother’s stubborn clients refusing to leave and giving Cartman a black eye when he couldn’t kick him out) so he could get stronger and defend himself and his mother. By high-school he has impressive rippling biceps which he conceals under his jacket to hide the fact that he’s been ‘improving his self-image’. He doesn’t want his peers thinking he finally gave into their ridicule. He has the ‘I do what I want’ reputation to maintain after all. Fuck those other guys.
  • Cartman is 6”2 by the age of 17 and has a broad build. Has the body of a football player having his Father’s genes, but he’s still very pudgy in the middle even though his heavy lifting seriously developed his pecs and arms. He can flex and look impressively muscular, but he can’t maintain it for more than thirty seconds.
  • Cartman had his eyes replaced with Kenny’s and when Kenny came back from the dead there was a strange mutation. Now Cartman has a mixture of Kenny’s blue and Cartman’s own brown in his irises. However, when Kenny dies, Cartman’s eyes turn blue completely until the blond re-spawns.

Family

  • I have head-canons for Liane that effect Cartman, and they go two ways. Both are very different from each other and honestly I can see both happening depending on what mental state she’s in.
  • On one hand, I see Liane being very loving towards Cartman and very discouraging if he was ever exhibiting behavior similar to hers or bad behavior in general. I see her being very coddling all the time even when he’s matured, much to Cartman’s annoyance, but at the same time connecting with him in many ways, and being proud when/if he shows any attempt at bettering himself.
  •  On the other hand, there’s been a lot of evidence in the show of Liane not only abusing substances, but Cartman as well. Physical abuse and also suggested indirect sexual abuse (Involving her clients and her son). I think there would be a definite link between her doing drugs and her personality changes. There is a definite rift in their relationship because of this.
  • Cartman cooks breakfast for his Mom on Mother’s Day and cleans the house for her and stuff, but he will ONLY do this on Mother’s Day.
  • When Cartman’s extremely upset or finds his mother in a vulnerable mental state, he’ll spend time with her by watching chick flicks together if she doesn’t have to go out, etc. When he was younger and in middle school he was usually able to manipulate his way into getting her to stay home to do this, but in his older years, he finds it very hard to persuade her away from her lifestyle choices. By sophomore year, Cartman just gave up and stopped trying.
  • Cartman and Liane have constant fights about her whoring for money and her drug abuse (addictions to crack, alcohol, and possible heroin seeing as it’s suggested that she does many heavy drugs) by the time Cartman is about 11. At first Liane is slightly more patient with her son, letting him yell and carry on about her neglect. However she gets tired of listening to his ‘ungratefulness’ eventually, which results in physical punishment that Cartman usually has to hide under his jacket and scarf from time to time.
  • Cartman absolutely despises Father’s Day and he usually stays home if there’s school to avoid obvious ridicule.
  • Cartman’s Aunt Mureal taught him how to shoot a gun when he was 6 years old.
  • Family reunions are usually a nightmare for Cartman. After his grandmother passed away, his Aunts and Uncles were bitter towards him from inheriting such a sum of money only to waste it in the way he did. Most of his cousins and Uncles are also extremely stupid. They’re heavy drinkers and total rednecks who get caught up in their own crazy antics which Cartman sometimes finds amusing. However, along with being forced off to the side with his cousins, there’s a dark secret Cartman carries with him that he revisits somehow every single year.

 Relationships

  • Kenny becomes Cartman’s unspoken best friend, getting incredibly close to him around 5th Grade. He always teases Kenny about his immortality, but Kenny is just grateful that someone he’s close to knows that he isn’t crazy. Cartman tends to keep Kenny sane, ironically enough.
  • Cartman and Kenny go on weekly fishing trips to Stark’s Pond, unless the water’s iced over. When that happens they usually end up making snow dicks and drinking some beers. If Kenny dies, Cartman just throws the blonde’s body into the pond. He calls Kenny a self-cannibal sometimes, considering most of the fish that they catch and eat have been munching on Kenny’s bodies for days.
  • Cartman often gives Kenny cereal to take home without any explanation.
  • Kenny becomes Cartman’s first willing sexual encounter around 5th Grade when Cartman asked for advice on how to know for sure if he was gay, and Kenny decided to give him ‘experience’. Though Kenny wanted to go a little further than the two of them actually did, Cartman still has his sights set on Kyle and couldn’t go through with most of what the both of them wanted to do. While this remained a two-way favor to Cartman, it was a lot more than that to Kenny who ended up catching feelings. The blond was able to hide this well, however.
  • It was when Cartman experienced physical abuse than he was used to, that he went to Butters for help advice because he didn’t want to “end up being called a battered pussy” like him. Butters sympathized and kept Cartman’s secret, eager to help hide the bruises and scrapes that happened from time to time.
  • Sometimes Cartman will take Stan’s phone when he’s not looking and check it for any stupid freemuim apps, and if he finds any, he’ll delete them immediately.
  • In 6th grade while Cartman Kenny and Clyde were sleeping over at Craig’s house, Clyde decided it would be funny to take Stripe out of his cage and put him down Cartman’s pants while he was sleeping. Stripe ended up biting and scratching up Cartman’s testicles as well as sinking his teeth into Cartman’s hand before he could throw the rodent across the room and away from him. Craig was more concerned for his guinea pig than for Cartman’s bleedy dick, and because of all of this, Cartman developed an immense fear of rodents, as well as a deep grudge towards Clyde. He’s not as angry towards Craig, but he’ll become livid if the event is brought up in any way.
  • Sometimes Cartman still tries to sarcastically fist-bump Token, just to be a dick. Token usually replies by rolling his eyes and walking away while Cartman shouts “I was not the GUN!”
  • When Token and Nichole won Prom King and Queen, Cartman gave them a solo standing ovation and cried tears of happiness. He rigged the vote of course. It was going to be Stan and Wendy who won, but Cartman wasn’t having that.
  • Sometimes Cartman visits Chef’s grave and puts flowers there. He never stays too long, not liking the lump in his throat that he feels when he does.
  • During Freshman year Cartman was still struggling with his sexuality and feelings for Kyle. Coincidentally at the same time, Stan and Wendy had a fight right a couple of weeks before they were going to perform in the talent show. Wendy needed someone to sing with and knew that Cartman had a good voice, so she somehow bribed him into performing with her instead. They had a similar moment to when they were working on the flag in middle school and end up sharing a kiss, in which Cartman was surprised to find out that he felt nothing during it. Wendy was pretty pissed to be the reason Cartman realized he was 100% gay, but she still performed with him. They won.
  • Cartman still believes that he is Jewish when Passover comes around, but ONLY when Passover comes around. He says he’s ¼ Jewish instead of ¼ Bi, which really pisses Kyle off. Cartman spends that entire holiday with Kyle, much to Kyle’s annoyance. But after a while, Kyle began to enjoy Cartman’s company during the holiday and stopped complaining about it. He’d never admit that to Cartman though. Because of this, Cartman has also gotten closer to Kyle’s family, especially Ike.
  • Ike looks up to Cartman which Kyle desperately tries to discourage to no avail. Ike thinks everything Cartman does for the most part is “awesome and kewl” and wants to be like him someday. Cartman, while flattered, still thinks Ike is an annoying little dildo that sometimes comes up with decent ideas.
  • Every Valentine’s Day, Cartman gets Kyle a chocolate banana that says “You make me bananas!” He gets punched in the arm or slapped upside the head every single year, but it doesn’t stop him from doing it and laughing anyway.

Fears

  • Cartman has a fear of gerbils, rats, hamsters, mice, and even some squirrels if they get close enough to his lap. (Musophobia)
  • Cartman absolutely despises hospitals after he got AIDS when his tonsils were removed. (Iatrophobia)
  • Cartman has a fear of being submissive. He would have to immensely trust the person who was dominating them before he even considered letting himself be that vulnerable. Otherwise, he’d have to be in control at all times.

Trauma (Dark Past)

Ohhh boy, here we go.

Warning: I’m a horrible person who’s seen the abusive suggestiveness in South Park regarding Cartman, and I’ve come up with these possibilities. (Don’t hate me. I just have a vivd and fucked up imagination, similar to my muse <3 who I torture)

  • Liane’s drug abuse and her constant sexual escapades have taken it’s toll on Cartman’s mind. He was constantly exposed to strange people who treated him strangely and then loudly had sex with his mother at night. It was difficult, especially when Liane would fall asleep with strangers in her home and Cartman had to be alone with them.
  • When Cartman was 7 years old his mother had a short relationship with a man who went by the name of Mitch Conner. He never seemed that interested in Cartman’s mother, not as much as he was interested in Cartman. He was strangely nice to Cartman, buying him ice cream and toys to get close to him. Not having a father figure, Cartman gravitated towards the attention. He would tell people that Cartman didn’t know that he went by another name and it was very confusing. Mitch would often steal money from Cartman’s mother when she wasn’t paying attention. Cartman noticed this but kept quiet since Liane would hardly ever believe him. Mitch was a classic conman. 
  • Eventually his true intentions surfaced and he would sneak into Cartman’s room every night to watch him sleep. It escalated from their quickly. Cartman was repeatedly molested by this man on several occasions before he was orally sodomized in his closet. The morning following this, Mitch Connor was gone and Cartman never saw him again. After telling his mother what happened to him, he was told that what happened was all part of becoming a man.
  • Cartman’s Uncle Jesse is another person who has sexually abused him throughout his childhood. Worse than that, Cartman’s relatives enjoyed making their children engage in sexual activities. It’s something that has haunted Cartman for his whole life. He can hardly look some of his cousins in the eye.

NSFW (Sexual)

  • Cartman and Butters fooled around a little in 6th grade, but only for a short amount of time. It was mostly just some experimenting here and there now and again. Mostly, Cartman practiced kissing techniques on him. Because of this Cartman is very skilled with his lips and tongue.
  • Cartman owns a dildo and uses it frequently.
  • Cartman is into some BDSM and owns a few toys that he keeps in his drawer.
  • Thanks to practicing and some unfortunate circumstances, Cartman is very good at giving head. He brags about this all the time to Kyle who acts disgusted, but can’t seem to hide his blush or how flustered it makes him to hear such things.
  • Cartman enjoys rimming, but not being rimmed.
  • In bed, Cartman prefers to be dominant. However, it’s not impossible to talk him into being the submissive one. You just have to be persuasive and caring.


Hobbies/Possible Careers

  • Cartman has a hard time deciding what he wants to do with his life since he’s “super awesome and kewl at everything”, but he has a lot of dreams.
  • He wants be a cook because his mother taught him all of her recipes. Cartman enjoyed creating delicious food, so he learned his own recipes online and is quite the cook. He would love to be on television as a world renown chef, like Gordon Ramsey.
  • Cartman has always been talented with a camera and can see himself becoming a photographer. He has a sharp eye for color and shadows. Taking pictures is very calming for him.
  • Cartman is also interested in becoming comedian because of his wit, humor, and stage presence.
  • His smarts and charm could also make him a very successful business tycoon,
  • Cartman loves to sing and does so every opportunity he can, being the little show off diva that he is. He’s addicted to his favorite bands (especially Styx) and show-tunes galore. He really enjoys rap music as well. But not reggae. Fuck that hippie shit.
  • Cartman kills it at karaoke. Every time. He’s just a performer at heart. Sooo dramatic. He would be amazing in a Broadway role or as an actor of some kind.
Love and Sex in Literature

A guest post by Cait Spivey

I learned sexual desire from books and film.

At least, what it looked like. What it sounded like. How it is discussed. With that accumulated evidence, I got very good at acting out “desire,” even though it was at best boring and at worst, deeply uncomfortable.

When I came out, there was a lot of, “But you seemed interested in sex before!” As always, it’s difficult to explain, to those who don’t feel displaced by it, the pressure of constant messaging that seems to declare this is how normal people are, you are messed up, something is wrong with you. I learned and demonstrated sexual desire because I thought I had to, because it was expected, because it was bad enough that I kept falling in love with girls but at least I knew what that was.

I learned desire from books; I never learned that desire isn’t mandatory.

This is something I want to rectify in my books. In From Under the Mountain, it must be said, there’s not explicit representation—I was limited by both the setting (in which our modern terminology feels jarring) and by the pace and focus of the story. Only Eva and Guerline have time for a romantic relationship, and not much of it at that. But you can take me at my word when I say that canonically, Theodor Warren is panromantic asexual, and Aradia Kavanagh is aromantic asexual, and Guerline herself is a demisexual lesbian (something that gets explored more in the sequel).

[As an aside: last week, I tweeted a bit about how I love writing large casts, and I encourage readers to explore for themselves and fill in things I don’t put on the page. Some secondary and tertiary characters have canon attached to them that I may never get to share—for many, I haven’t had a chance yet to fully explore their lives. So many stories live in this world, and if you know them, by all means tell them.]

In most of the media I’ve consumed, sex scenes just seem like set dressing. Perhaps this is the point where my ability to empathize with allosexual people ends, but I’ve never seen a sex scene that feels powerful or necessary to the story, because sweaty bodies getting fluids on each other isn’t meaningful to me. It seems to me that what’s meaningful is all the emotions leading up to and following that—affection, vulnerability, passion—and one doesn’t need to bump uglies to get the most out of that cocktail. And even if that’s something one wants in real life, it’s not going to aid the storytelling (unless, as in certain genres, that’s the kind of story being told).

“But Cait,” you say, “You included a sex scene in From Under the Mountain!” Yes I did. But I’m the first to say it’s not necessary. I wrote it in because there was some hang time in the narrative, and I wanted to give Eva and Guerline their moment. And, as an asexual woman married to a sexual spouse, it was more than a little vicarious—what must it feel like from the other side? Surely it’s transcendent—surely it’s not just a sometimes pleasant sensation, akin to curling up in front of a fireplace? I’ll have to rely on others to confirm the level of my success.

It’s honestly funny to me how resistant some can be to writing asexual characters or, in fandom, theorizing that a character could be asexual. I get that desire must be powerful to those who experience it; I can understand that many view sex as some kind of Important Rite without which love is just really intense friendship, or something. I mean, they’re wrong about that last part, but I understand how they came to that conclusion.

But in these stories, the sex isn’t what makes us love these characters—right? It’s the characters themselves, and the relationships between characters that draw us in. Romantic relationships, friendships, family bonds. Sexual desire, contrary to popular belief, is not inherent to romantic love, and romantic love is not the only compelling kind of relationship.

There are many, many books, films, shows, out there that present love without sex, but the sex is always assumed—by fans, by creators, by a society that presupposes the universal importance of desire. My question is, why? Kisses, sex, they’re actions that, like all our actions, have only as much weight as our emotions give them. I’m as happy as anyone when my favorite ship finally kisses for the first time, but the kiss isn’t the only thing that can make me happy. I want Dean to kiss Cas because I know Dean is a sexual person, but I felt the same giddy rush when he said I need you.

I struggled to find a way to end this post, because one should at least try to put forth a solution when bringing up a problem. The problem is that the heavy focus on sexual desire in relationships erases a lot of people. It makes us doubt ourselves, it makes us submit ourselves to what is expected, it threatens us with these expectations.

How, then, to solve this?

I’ve decided to start a new feature on my blog called A+ Ships, to highlight ace characters and their relationships, gush over the connections and the moments that fuel them. With any luck, this will give us a space to celebrate our identities, and spread the word about how awesome we are.

Oh god this took longer than it should have. Start coloring, only to get dragged out of the house literally all day, every day last weekend. x__x

BUT! I wasn’t expecting this one to come out well. However, I kinda think it did! Yay me! I was honestly really worried ahaha;;;

also nobody can stop me from pretending she’s canon

anonymous asked:

What are your headcanons for percababies? And what are their appearances, traits, abilities & relationships with their parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins & friends? I'm sorry if this is a lot, I am currently having tons of feelings for Percy, Annabeth & their family.

Sorry it’s taken me all day to answer this but I wanted to make sure I was sitting at my computer and able to give a full answer! I appreciate the thoroughness of your question :D So I have a couple head canons as far as percababies go… 

First, I like to think they have 3 girls, named after historically important women. So first they have Eleanor (Roosevelt) Sally who has curly black hair and gray eyes, then they have Amelia (Earhart) Rose who has blonde hair and green eyes, and then they have little Ruth (Bader-Ginsburg) who is a mini Annabeth. 

Second, I have a head canon that they have a son, Theodore Malcolm, blonde with green eyes. He’s insanely smart, with a special affinity for architecture like his mom and oceanography like his dad and has wicked water powers. He is followed by Penelope, who goes by Penny. She’s looks just like Sally, with brown hair and deep blue eyes and she’s got Percy’s sass for days not to mention Annabeth’s thirst for knowledge. She has a particular passion for designing ships. Lastly, they have Madeline who from a very young age is completely dedicated to horses and talk to one every chance she gets. She has black hair and gray eyes and an extremely mischievous smile. 

In either case, Gramps (Chiron), Uncle Malcolm, Nana (Sally), Grandpa Paul, Pop (Frederick) are all very present. Not to mention the bedtime stories that Poppy (Poseidon) and Gramma (Athena) always stop by to tell the kids while they’re growing up. The family always spends at least a couple weeks every summer at camp, until the kids are each 12 and they go for the whole time. The rest of the 7 are of course aunts and uncles to the percababies. Blackjack and Mrs. O’Leary are always around, playing with the kids and taking them on unauthorized field trips. 

Seriously I could go on for days about Percabeth and their possible family lmao they’re my favorites. Gods bless. 

edit: I just changed Amelia’s middle name cause having it as Silena made me cringe at myself lmao I’m gonna blame fandom peer pressure

disneyprincessflorence  asked:

Do you know all the other demonic guardians oc blogs? Or at least most of them, and can I have the links?

DEMONIC GUARDIAN AU DEMON OC MASTER POSTish

(UPDATED 1/15/16)

Hi! I may have missed a few, but these are the ones I am actively following. These are the Demon OC Blogs that I am personally aware of. So if I miss any/you don’t see yourself, don’t fret, there are a LOT of demons, so do let me know who I’m missing. :) I’ll try to keep this updated when I have time. (I’m in too deep…halp!)

Canon Characters:

Dot Matrix

Pi Mo (Belongs to notllorstel)

Fan-Made OCs: 

Demon OCs who don’t have a Demon Blog (but are posted on their parent/creator blog): (For the following, these are just who I personally follow. By no means is the following list a COMPLETE list because since this AU launched, there has been an INSANE influx of Demon Guardian OCs!!)

HOW TO BE ADDED:

  • If you have a Demon Guardian OC Blog, feel free to SUBMIT to me the following info if you’d like to be added to this list! 
  • Just send me a link
    • To the Demon OC blog itself (and if you have a basic Info Character Sheet, link that as well!)
    • To the Creator/Parent blog, as the creator of your demon oc.
    • And to the Human’s blog if your Demon OC has a Human.
  • I hope this all makes sense! Any questions, just let me know!

I’M IN TOO DEEP! HALP! xD