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humble-althemist · 4 years

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The Hargrove-Mayfield House

I’ve been working on drafting this floorplan for ages, but now that I’ve got quarantine amounts of free-time I’ve come back to it with extra focus and determination to get this thing right, so here you go!

reference photos with explanation will be below the cut, because there are some weird-ass bits to this house that I feel need explanation/clarification/general screaming, and that in some case are very variable depending on what canon you want to go with.

anyway! with the front of the house down there at the bottom, and keeping in mind this house is on a corner lot (streets on both sides that have exterior doors), here ya go!

(also just a heads-up that the exact proportions of everything was difficult to figure off based on a lot of these photos, and this house very much resisted attempts to be sketched out on graph paper, so while this is as close as I could get it without losing my mind, it’s definitely got some little issues here and there still.)

OK! so starting from the front, we’re all familiar with the view from the street, the long, thin porch along the front. but did y’all know the front of the house isn’t as flat as the porch makes it seem?

this is supported by the inside of the house, where we have Billy’s room in that pushed-out bit, and the front door visible through his door, leading into a living room in the pushed-back bit. (if any of that makes sense.) not the best screenshot but you can at least kind of see the corner behind Billy’s door and how it’s clearly not level with the front door

now, I’m not gonna spend much time on Billy’s room because @gothyringwald has already done the work of the gods with that one (IN THREE PARTS, MY HERO), except to briefly say yes, there is a fireplace in here, it’s the back-end of a slightly bigger one in the front room. also, not that it’s at all important cause I won’t be using s3 screencaps for his room, but his room was very clearly not filmed in the same house for s3. the view out Billy’s door changes from the front door to a hallway from s2 to s3 (and there are no hallways in this house, as you’ll see), and the view out his front-facing window changes from porch to bushes. it drove me crazy the whole time so I just had to throw that out there.

anyway, for now I want to turn your attention towards Max’s room while we’re still in here because...

first of all, yes there is a door straight into Max’s room from Billy’s, and no, I have not included it on my layout. That’s because in the show they use a bookcase on both sides of the door to hide it, so you could canonically say that there is no door. to be fair, though, they use this inset shelf thing that looks like in actual fact it wouldn’t work if both of them had one. so, use the door if it suits you, use the bookshelves if they suit you. canon is putty in your hands.

also I wanna point out that in the very bottom right corner of this shot you can see the corner of some wall trim. that’s the edge of Billy’s closet. and yes, it does stick out from the wall like that. at a guess I’d say about half of that wall is closet, and half of it is pushed back by exactly the closet’s depth, giving us this corner look.

moving on to the view into Max’s room, we can see the tiny closet space that her room has. it doesn’t appear much wider than the door to it is wide, though it is deeper than it appears from this angle, probably by about a foot. we can also see her door to the living room from here.

moving into Max’s room...

in season 2 you can feel the camera operators doing their damn best to show as little of this room as possible because it’s so weird and got so many doors, but in s3 we do get a little bit of a better feel and the screenshots I got from there do seem consistent enough with real-estate photos and s2 that I’m like 99% sure they shot Max’s bedroom scenes in the same house as in s2.

so, firstly we have a shot of that inset bookcase I mentioned hiding the door to Billy’s room, and Max’s lil closet to the right. it takes a stupid about of staring at the bottom right corner, but you can just barely see the shadow of what must be the closet’s outer corner there.

panning left, we can see Max’s windows, prime for sneaking out to do nerd shit. in the show they put a lil firewood storage thing directly under her windows for extra sneaking out potential, but I can only put so many pictures in here before tumblr makes me split this thing into two posts so I’ll refrain from adding a cap of that.

note also that that’s Billy’s window closer to us, and Susan & Neil’s at the back of the house. Billy’s would seem ideal for climbing out of as well, but some asshole put his sound system and vanity right under that window so idk how he’d manage it if he did. I’d love to see the elaborate shifting-stuff-around/gymnastics that goes into Billy’s regular sneaking out, though, if anybody wants to get on that.

ok, back into Max’s room cause we’re not done with it yet. we’ve accounted for a door that may or may not be between hers and Billy’s room, one to a lil closet space, and the one into the living room, but this girl has two more fuckin doors in her room.

unfortunately these two doors are never photographed together, so I didn’t figure out that there are two on this last wall until literally this morning while editing this post, but hopefully I can take you along my thought process on why it has to be two different doors.

essentially the thought process is, (L) no wall at all between darkened/blocked-off door and corner, (R) at least a foot of flat wall to the left of door. going back to all of my screencaps with this knowledge makes a whole lot of stuff make more sense, but again I can’t put everything here. If there’s demand for more detailed screencaps and stuff maybe I’ll make a part 2, but for now I’m trying to be as succinct as possible. (lol)

so anyway, that door on the right clearly goes into the third bedroom of the house, because why the hell not have all the bedrooms connected, and that one Susan’s standing in front of in the screencap, I believe, leads to a bathroom. (to be clear, there are two doors in that screencap. one on the left that leads to the living room as mentioned before, and the one I’m talking about, behind her, which set designers have understandably tried to disguise as a closet.)

this is purely process of elimination, since the real estate photo I have of the bathroom does not show the door, does not have any windows, and doesn’t even remotely resemble the bathroom used in s3, but the only other bathroom space I was able to find in this house was off the dining room, which is definitely not big enough to hold a bath or shower. I may throw out all the reference photos of bathrooms I have if anyone is desperately curious, but for now in my head it’s just a general haze of ~a bathroom exists here~

anyway, from that right door let’s walk on into Neil and Susan’s tiny-ass bedroom.

this room is so comically small I’m amazed Billy didn’t get saddled with it, honestly, but if you want some headcanons about why he might not have, my go-to is that Neil /or Susan realized this bedroom was the best for any teen with a mind for mischief. while the windows are definitely not as ideal for climbing out of as Max and Billy’s are, if we take that door on the left we’re in the pantry (yes, the pantry. stay with me), and it’s a straight trip from there out the side door, and out to your smokin’ hot Camaro.

idk how sound that logic is, but it’s what I’ve got lol

But anyway, now we’ve reached the end of the house on one side, so I’m gonna take us back to the front living room and work our way back from there. here we’ve a quick glance at the other end of that fireplace, and another angle of how the front door and Billy’s door relate to each other:

the two parts of the living room are separated by this wide arch, and that further bit is where we see Billy’s weights and weight bench in s2. one could say that this is just normally where he keeps it, but my own personal hc is that they’re only there in s2 because the family just moved in, and that they later get moved to his room and the basement, leaving the living room more usable.

It’s hard to be 100% sure, but looking at these photos, particularly at the floor, I believe the second living room area is narrower (as shown in the floorplan sketch). It makes Max’s room make a little more sense size- and shape-wise, and it seems like all the pictures I have of this space confirm it.

anyway, the open door on the right of the second living room bit leads back into Max’s room, and through another arch we can see into the kitchen, and beyond that the dining room.

for some reason the only shots of the kitchen are taken from the back of the house looking forward, so try not to get dizzy as we spin around here.

as you can see we’re now pointed towards the living room, and on our left (towards the bedrooms) we see the doors to that pantry I mentioned earlier. I don’t have any photos of the inside of the pantry, alas. those would solve probably every question I have about the ground floor of this house. if you look closely they look like bi-fold doors to me, but they could just open inward.

we can also definitely tell that the wall on the left side of that arch is much shallower(?) than it is on the living room side, if that makes sense. essentially, these rooms on the left side of the house are getting narrower as they go on.

until the dining room! this room narrows a little on the right side, which you can see from exterior shots, but the pantry/bathroom weirdness in the middle of the house has definitely cleared out of the way to make room for dining here. we’ve also got two big-ass windows (comparatively), since going by the direction of the wood floors, the window on the left is not the same window as the one on the right.

and going by the existence of a window in that bathroom, we know this part of the house has three external-facing walls -- or however a professional would say that. (essentially, Susan and Neil’s bedroom can’t be overlapping the other side of the bathroom.)

we’ve been pretty low on storage space here so far, so that + the fact that the door in the corner looks nothing like a door to the outside + the fact that there’s a door to the outside literally on the other side of the room, gives me the conviction that this door is just into closet space. it could be a door to the basement, but we’ve seen the back of the house before and it doesn’t look like there’s enough space there for a whole other room full of staircase. observe:

not to mention Neil’s headlights are illuminating a perfectly good door to the basement right there, although idk shit about houses with basements. do they usually have two ways down if they’re built like this? I wouldn’t know, I live on a fault-line. we don’t do that shit here.

ANYWAY, that’s the house. somehow I feel like I’ve covered like way too much, and also not nearly enough, so do let me know if anything isn’t clear and I’ll try to fix it/do an additional post and link that. cause even if most of us are writing Billy living outside of Old Cherry Road/Cherry Lane at this point, this kind of shit is always handy to have around, at least imo?

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove reference #stranger things reference #fanfic reference

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Oh my god! 19! “You are perfect, my little ohagi”!!! Sanemi and his lil girl 🥺🥺🥺

This is too cute and pure for words. Hope you like it, bby! It had me feeling things, especially since I had Lee Jong Suk’s “Will You Know” playing on repeat while writing this. 😌💖

Also, I’ve said in a HC before that Sanemi’s daughter was named Hatsuko, but now knowing his mom’s name, I think he would most likely name his daughter Shizuka. 💜✨

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Sanemi (xF!S/O) with his Daughter: “You’re perfect, my little ohagi” (Fluff, Modern AU, Baby Prompts, SFW Scenario):

Usually, Sanemi’s days off consisted of being holed up in his study— poring over his students’ exams, and grading them as quickly as he could— only to end up finishing his work by the time that dinner was ready.

He tried to make time to spend with his family, but he always had some papers to grade, or a lesson plan to do; so, he couldn’t really give them the attention that they deserved.

He wanted to be a hands-on father as much as possible, since he did only have one child at the moment— and missing a good part of her life would make him regret even passing up on all of that in the first place.

So, he had strived to finish all of his lesson plans and grade all of his students’ exams within the week. It was hard, especially with the constant noise in the faculty room, but it was all worth it as he buttoned up the shirt that (Y/n) had picked out and ironed for him the night before.

“Don’t you look really handsome.” Sanemi jumped at his wife’s voice, before turning to look at her as she stood in the doorway to their bedroom, with her hands crossed over her chest. And slowly, she closed the distance between them, to straighten out his askew collar and run her hands down the miniscule wrinkles at the front of his shirt. “Shizuka’s going to love that you dressed up for her.”

“I dress up every damn day,” He answered with a slight roll of his eyes, but encircled his wife’s hands with his fingers, then pulled them up to his lips— gently kissing the pad of each digit, as a small smile made its way onto his lips.

(Y/n)’s heart pounded so hard at the unexpected display of affection, but she tamped down her own flustered feelings as she returned her husband’s smile with a small grin of her own. “True, but never this nice. You even got your nice jacket out.”

The young woman eyed the navy blue, double-breasted winter coat that lay draped over the end of their bed, before turning her attention back to the man in front of her. She had a knowing grin on her face, which Sanemi only shook his head at.

“I want my little girl to make this date her standard for her future boyfriends, so I’m going all out.”

“Baby, Shizuka’s four. She’s not going to have a boyfriend until she’s sixteen— at the very least.”

The young man looked affronted at that; utterly offended that his wife had even thought that he would allow their daughter to have a boyfriend at that age. “She’s not having a boyfriend until she’s thirty; not if I have anything to say about it.”

(Y/n) answered him with a droll look at that, raising her eyebrows in disbelief before laughing. “We began dating when we were nineteen, Sanemi!”

“That’s different!” Sanemi cried out with a telltale blush on his cheeks, backing away from his wife so he could put his coat on.

“How is it different?”

“It just is, (Y/n).” He would be naught to admit that it was only different because he had been ready to give up everything he had to support her. But that was too much of a sappy line to deliver, especially when he didn’t need her making him feel so embarrassed before his ‘date’ with their daughter.

Thankfully, he was saved from having to explain any further when a head of silver hair peered into the room, looking up at her parents with her lavender eyes, before slowly inching in through the open door.

“I’m ready to go, papa,” Shizuka announced softly, in that mellow tone of hers that reminded Sanemi of his wife’s softhearted nature. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the pretty dress that she had picked out, and the tiny purse that he had gotten for her— on a whim— the day before. “Am I pretty enough now?”

Slowly, he crossed the small space between them and crouched down to his daughter’s level; sitting on his haunches, just so he could brush her right cheek with the backs of the fingers on his right hand. “You’re perfect, my little ohagi. Always.”

“Really, papa?” Shizuka beamed, turning to look up at her mother— whom was watching the scene unfold with a warm smile on her face. “Mama, papa said I’m perfect!”

“Of course you are, Shi-chan. You’re mama and papa’s little girl, after all.”

***

Sanemi had never thought that he would have so much fun doing the simplest of things with his daughter— like going to the arcade, despite how they were dressed, and trying out most of the games they had to offer. Nor did he think that he would find so much peace at the park on a snowy day, sitting on a bench next to his little princess, while he fed her marginally cooled-down steamed sweet potatoes.

Had anyone told him years ago that he would have the time of his life as he brushed away the tiny crumbs of sweet potato off of a toddler’s face, he would have laughed in their face. Yet, there he was… years later, so far from the man that he had been back then.

He no longer found domesticity scary and boring, but took solace in it. His wife and daughter meant the world to him, and gone were the days when he only thought about himself; now, at that very moment in time, he could think of nothing but his family and what he could do to take them out on another day much like the one he was having with Shizuka at that moment.

However, he was shaken from his thoughts when the little girl gently tapped his arm. “Papa, papa.”

“Yeah, princess?” He turned his full attention to her, even lowering the piece of sweet potato that he had been about to feed her; all so he could hear her out.

“How did you and mama meet?” It was an out-of-the-blue question, but not an unwelcome one. And Sanemi found himself smiling, as he fed his little girl her snack.

“You should ask your mama about that.”

Shizuka’s eyes widened at that, and she quickly chewed the food in her mouth before swallowing it. She then held on to her father’s right arm, shaking it with all the force she could muster— which wasn’t much.

“But, papa!” She strung out the last syllable to her words, before adding, “Mama told me to ask you!”

“She did?” He almost had the urge to roll his eyes, because (Y/n) had— essentially— just pushed him under the bus with what she had done. But with a sigh, he took it upon himself to mentally edit out the non-child safe parts of his story, before putting the sweet potato back in its paper bag and placing it on the empty space on his left side.

“Well… your mama and I met when we were in university,” Sanemi began quietly, as he looked down to check if Shizuka was listening to him. Much to his surprise, she was laser-focused on him; clinging to his words more than she did when he read her stories before bed.

He stifled a grin at how adorable she was, then continued, “She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen… but she was also the most irritating one I’d met. We didn’t like each other at first… but now… I can’t live without her, or you.”

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When night came, Sanemi staggered up the road that led to his home; being careful not to jostle his daughter much as he cradled her sleeping form against his shoulder. She had fallen asleep on the train ride home— since part of their date was getting her to experience taking the subway for the first time— and it had been getting cold, so he had also taken the liberty of wrapping his coat around her shoulders.

It was hard to juggle that while going up a steep incline, all as he had bags upon bags of toys and dresses hanging from his left hand; while in his right hand hung an ornate paper bag that had a really nice pair of shoes for (Y/n).

Despite how tired he was, and how considerably lighter his wallet felt in his back pocket, Sanemi still felt so happy and accomplished. Because, not only did he manage to spend time with his daughter, but he had also gotten to see her smile— all while she kept telling everyone that would listen that she was having the best date ever with her papa.

Their day together had been full of laughter and smiles— and even a few childish antics like playing hide and seek at the park. But, all in all, Sanemi wouldn’t trade that experience for the world.

What would have made it better though, was if (Y/n) had been there with them. But she had a work matter to attend to— so she had no choice but to stay at home.

Still, that didn’t change the happiness that he already felt inside. And it was evident in his smile as he shuffled around to put in the passcode to his home’s front door— only to open the door to the sight of his beautiful wife at the foyer with a warm and welcoming smile on her face.

“Welcome home, Nemi.”

He recalled the story he’d told Shizuka earlier on in the day, not even bothering to tamp down the lovesick grin that took over his face as he compared the furious look that (Y/n) had given him when they first met, to the loving look that she was giving him at that moment.

Really, they’d come so far… and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#shinazugawa sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer sanemi #kny x reader #kny sanemi #shinaguzawa sanemi #kny fanfiction #kny scenario #demon slayer scenarios #demon slayer shinazugawa #jen writes

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chemicallydamaged · 4 years

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Recovery: The Stigma Of Struggle 2/2 (TW)

Please do not read further If you are easily disturbed or affected by mentions of self harm, weight gain, or suicidal behaviors. I wrote this to help someone feel less alone and share my experience- not to potentially trigger someone. Please be safe.

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I told my parents about my several-year long addiction to self harm, despite starting at the age of seven. I've never once been to a therapist, counselor, psychologist, or a psychiatrist. I mainly have scars on my thighs, but I also have them on my waist, face, feet, hands, hips, and so on. I have used needles, glass, push pins, scissors, exacto-blades, knives, razors, and whatever else I could get my hands on. It became an addiction before I even knew what and addiction was.

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(This is an unprofessional, messy rough draft that I wanted to post so you know i'm not dead. I may edit this sometime in the future and delete this lil message thingy.)

Suddenly, you become a liar- that's how these things go on for so long, that's how this cycle eats you alive; “I hate getting wet”, “I just get cold easily”, “The cat scratched me”, and so on. You do anything to protect this secret, this horrible fucking brain eating, exhausting secret- while also hoping someone would ask how you are, maybe ask what's going on, and yet you still lie to them. Help doesn't feel for you- help doesn't always feel like an option.

I always felt like everytime I cut, it was like shutting my thoughts up for a few seconds. I had so much swarming in my head, so many negative, screaming thoughts eating away at my brain, that I would do anything to relieve the tension. Everything irritated me. So when I got home, and all these memories of screaming parents and asshole students and shitty teachers screamed in my thoughts, I couldn't take it. For me, I convinced myself of two options; self harm, or ending my life.

June, maybe July of 2020. I haven't gone outside for a very long time, using covid fear as an excuse. I would be in such deep wallows of depression I could barely move; at that point I had gained so much weight I was scared of taking showers. I was scared of going outside. I was scared of eating. I used a group chat in one of my friend’s servers to get me through it, at least so I could socialize in one way or another. I wanted to get better, yet I was too exhausted to take the steps of recovery. I had tried to quit a few times at that point, only to fall back in. I would be taking a plane ride to see family (safely) and I was so fucking scared. It would be incredibly hot over there, I couldn't wear shorts, I was depressed, I had low-self esteem, and now I had to socialize with family I hadn't seen in several years. I was convinced they would be disappointed in me, I really didn't want them to be ashamed.

When I finally got there, everything had changed. They looked so different- my little cousin, who I remembered as a toddler, was now a kid. My aunts were more stressed out than I had ever noticed before. Some pets had passed away, and the area of town had become pretty run-down. I had always wanted a little sister, and felt like I missed out on a lot of those years- so I tried to spend as much time with her as I could. She was so happy and so energetic, I was so surprised to see that she was excited to meet me. She didn't care about how I looked or how awkward I was, she just wanted to do art and make mudpies and jump on a trampoline, like a kid. I missed out on water balloons, refusing to wear shorts, which upset everyone because I wouldn't be able to play. I took that time to lock myself in a bedroom and cry. When I thought of her ever doing what I was doing to myself, I broke down completely. I would have been self harming for a year by her age. I missed out on so much. To think that she could ever go through that terrifies me and shakes me to my core. She is like a little sister i've never had. I thought of my brother and how he would be upset, so see his actual little sister go through this the whole time. This is still hard to think about. This was my first kick in the ass to recovery. I was going to commit.

I came home in a lot of pain. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept impulsively grabbing objects, picking at my skin, biting my nails, and going fucking crazy. I was so close, so many times. I can barely express the amount of stress I was in, not being able to use what I believed to be my only coping mechanism ever since I can remember, knowing for sure I absolutely could not and would not do it. I had to fight with my brain 24/7 just to stay afloat, to have self-control.

Fast forward 4-ish months and I was finally about to tell my mom, but at the wrong time. The closest self harming behavior I had was skin scratching, but that was better than cutting. We had gone to the store to pick out some clothes and I was really excited about it; however, the closer we go to the changing room the harder my heart throbbed out of my chest. If she went in with me, she would see all the scars. We had gotten to the changing room, and she went in with me. I froze up, in cold sweat, and couldn't do or say anything. Just as she said “Oh woops do you not want me in th-” I broke down. In a grocery store changing room. For everyone to hear. She sat me down and comforted me, like a cool mom. I was surprised, I thought she would be embarrassed. I told her about everything. She supported me. I couldn't stop shaking, unsure of weather to be sad or happy. I finally said something. I was relieved. I finally did it.

My dad was less accepting after my mom told him first. Because he doesn't believe in “organized help” and instead believes you have to “get through anything on your own, because that's what I DO” It was probably a bit of a struggle for my mom to talk to him. He avoided me for a few days, until he was ready. When I had finally told him, it turned out to be ok. He wasn't happy with me but he wasn't pissed either so that's a positive. My brother had a similar reaction. A lot of friends didn't care. But some still did, and I'd rather have a few real friends than a lot of fake ones. Sounds like a bunch of hippie dippie Karen bullshit but I genuinely feel way more positive about this then when I first told my parents. I hope to get mental health help soon, although there are so many people trying to get it that its difficult to find a good therapist thats available (Thx c0v1d, u sur3 r g8 0n m3ntal h3alth <3). For now, i'm just doing the best I can- im still going to struggle, but that's part of life. Im happy with that.

This is only my side of the story.

Yours doesn't always have to be the recovery, but it can be the ask for help.

(2/2)

Hope your doing well, wherever you are.

#self harrrm #self harm recovery #stories #part 2 #tw suicice #tw #tw self destruction #get help #its ok #i swear #love yourself #please #or else #ill eat your face #stop reading these tags #stop

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owlways-and-forever · 5 years

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Summary: Lily Evans thought her life would be normal. Well, as normal as it can be for a muggle-born witch in England. But when her boyfriend turns out to be the prince of the wizarding world, and tensions begin to rise among factions of wizarding society, Lily must find her way in situations she never anticipated, and try not to lose sight of her identity. Word Count: 3,293 Links: ao3 | FFnet

A/N: Okay, since this is the official beginning of the story, I'll go over a few points of order now and get them out of the way.

New chapters will be posted every other Saturday. I know this is a long time between chapters, and hopefully you'll be dying for new ones as soon as you've finished the previous ones. But I've got a lot going on right now writing-wise, and I don't want to put myself in the position of having to delay posting because I haven't had a chance to write one week. So I think every other week will have to work for us, and that's just how it's gonna go.

The story is pretty fast-paced, mostly because I'm trying to cover a lot of things happening - both fluff and angst and everything in between. I'm pretty happy with it the way it is but idk, just be aware that if you're wanting a slow burn, this is not that.

Comments and feedback are ALWAYS welcome. Seriously, I love hearing anything from you guys, even if its just one word. Helps me to know that I'm not shouting into the void. Please be respectful with feedback, I don't mind constructive comments, but again, just be nice, respectful, and not hateful. I've never had a problem with this before, but I'm just throwing it out there.

Okay, that is all my points of order at this moment! I am super excited about this story, I've absolutely loved it since I started working on it, and I'm really excited to share it with all of you. My original plan was to finish writing it before I started posting, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. If you check out the "atttr" tag on my tumblr ( owlways-and-forever) you might get to see some edits and artwork to go along with the story! (Also if you want to make edits/art, please do, I would love that). Okay, that's a lot of notes, so without further ado, I present to you the first chapter!

*drumroll*

Chapter 1

The entire wizarding world knew what Prince James looked like officially. He had always been somewhat tall for his age, thin but athletic as he got older, with sleek black hair and hazel eyes. Official portraits of him used to appear in the newspapers every now and then, especially after a big event. The odd thing was, however, no one knew what he looked like unofficially. There were no pictures of him at school or at a bar or anywhere other than somewhere officially planned, where he always looked prim and proper. No one ever saw the Prince out and about, or at least, no one ever knew they did.

Marlene said that when the Prince was born, the King and Queen had made a push to keep his life quite private, and no one really knew anything about his daily life. They didn't even know who his nanny was. Lily had been quite surprised to find out that there was a wizarding monarchy, but then she found out that things were not so different here than from the Muggle world. The Royal Family was largely ceremonial, while most of the functioning government was run by the Ministry of Magic. Like the Muggle world, there were some who thought the monarchy should be disbanded completely, and others who were completely besotted with the Royal Family. She was the same age as Prince Andrew, but Lily had never been terribly bothered about him, especially since she was not likely to ever meet him.

According to Marlene, a long ago, the Royal families had been one family. Brothers who wanted different things or different magical abilities. No one was really sure, it was too long ago. But the fact was that now they were very distinct, in fact the Windsor-Mountbatten family probably didn't even know that there was a whole other Royal Family in Britain.

Marlene was somewhat obsessed with the Royals, and was determined to find out who Prince James really was. She had a number of maddening theories written down in a journal, the equivalent of a board with red string all over it. There was no selfish agenda behind it, she wasn't one of those crazy girls who was in love with him or dreamed of marrying him; it was just a mystery, and Marlene loved a good mystery.

Theory 1: Prince James was homeschooled in the Royal Palace of Whitehall by his mysterious governess. Deemed unlikely on account of needing to socialize with children his own age.

Theory 2: Prince James had been sent to Beauxbatons to be educated. Deemed highly likely owing to English-French treaties and a history of close relations between the two wizarding communities.

Theory 3: Prince James had been sent to one of the other known wizarding schools (probably Ilvermorny) to be educated. Deemed unlikely due to tense relations between wizarding communities.

Theory 4: Prince James had been sent to an unknown wizarding school in one of the Commonwealth states (most likely: Australia). Possible, but not likely.

Theory 5: James Potter was actually Prince James. Deemed highly unlikely for the very obvious reasons.

The last theory had been proposed precisely two days into their first year. The girls were all slipping into their night-dresses and brushing their hair when Marlene burst out of the bathroom, long hair swinging over her shoulder.

"Do you think James Potter is the Prince?" she had blurted out excitedly, hands clutching the railing around their heating stove.

The girls had all giggled at the suggestion, but no one answered. While Lily, Mary and Alice were all Muggle-borns and knew nothing about the Prince, Dorcas simply didn't care. Marlene scrambled across her bed and pulled out a small leather bound notebook from her trunk, opening it to a recent picture of the Prince published on the occasion of the Queen's birthday a few months prior.

"Don't you think they look alike?" Marlene pressed, her eyes wide with excitement.

Lily took the photo from her carefully and looked at the picture of the Prince, waving and smiling with his parents. There was a similarity there for sure, but there were quite a few differences as well. Even though the picture was in black and white, Lily could make out that James had darker skin than the Prince. James glasses and his hair were wild, not sleekly laying down atop his head. And while the Prince had a very proper expression on his face – a smile, but not deep enough to wrinkle his handsome face – James seemed to walk around with a permanent smirk.

That had been when the conversation started, but they had all deemed it impossible, except Marlene who insisted that there was a slight possibility. Over their years at Hogwarts, it did come up a few times, mostly as a joke, but it was clear that it could not be him. Lily had even been to his house once, during their Easter holidays, for a surprise birthday party for Remus. It was a nice house, spacious with a large sloping yard, but it was hardly a royal residence. And also, there was the matter of his friends. Sirius was from a noble family – the equivalent of a Muggle dukedom – but he hated it and vocally opposed the entire aristocratic life. So she highly doubted that he would be best friends with a prince. And she was pretty sure that Remus was a werewolf, not that she had shared her suspicions with the other girls, but she doubted that a prince would be allowed to befriend a werewolf. The aristocracy seemed like that. Not to mention, James Potter appeared to be quite a reckless Quidditch player (and person, in general), and presumably the sole heir to the monarchy would not be allowed to continuously put his life in so much danger.

So when Lily Evans agreed to go to the Three Broomsticks with James Potter to have a butterbeer, she had been quite certain that she was not going on a date with a prince of any kind.

She said she would meet him there, it seemed too much to walk to Hogsmeade together, but now she was rather regretting her choice, as she sat there waiting for James to show up. Her leg bounced nervously, brown saddle shoes lightly tapping the floor. She checked her watch - it was five minutes to 3. Lily had gotten there insanely early, anticipating that her friends would be chatty on the walk to Hogsmeade, pestering and teasing her endlessly, but everyone had been surprisingly quiet. Marlene and Dorcas almost suspiciously so. So she had arrived at the Three Broomsticks more than ten minutes early, and had to sit by herself, anxiously waiting, while her friends went off to do whatever it was they had planned. Mary she knew was meeting Dirk for the afternoon, but wasn't sure what Marlene and Dorcas would be doing. No doubt something they shouldn't be. Lily hoped they weren't planning on spying on her and James.

"Been waiting long?" James asked, sliding into the seat across from Lily with a charming smile and shaking her from her thoughts of her friends. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"You made it, I was starting to worry you'd changed your mind," Lily answered coyly, the corners of her lips lifting in a smile. She wasn't sure she liked how easily smiles came to her when she was around him. He ought to have to work harder to charm her.

"I'd never change my mind about you, Evans," he said, and she felt color rising on her cheeks.

Rosmerta, the pretty, young barmaid approached them with a grin. Lily guessed she had a soft spot for James, as she paid Lily no attention whatsoever, her brown eyes fixed on him, taking in his muscles as they flexed while he removed the jacket he had on over his t-shirt. They were long and sinewy, lean, but clearly fit. Like he was built for speed.

"Butterbeer okay?" James asked, but Lily didn't hear him. She had somehow conjured up an image of his arms wrapped around her, how good and safe and strong it would feel. "Lils?"

"What?" she said, flushing darker as she tore her eyes away from his muscles and fixed on his hazel gaze.

"Is butterbeer okay?" he repeated, his eyebrows arching somewhere between curiosity and satisfaction.

"Yes, that would be lovely," Lily answered, directing her answer at Rosmerta with a weak smile.

"Everything alright?" James asked, once Rosmerta has sauntered away.

"Yeah, fine," she said. "Just… in my head, that's all."

"What are you thinking?" he pressed, grinning.

"Nothing, nothing," Lily tried to say, waving his question off, definitely not making eye contact with him.

"C'mon, Lils, you can tell me anything," he said sincerely, the grin replaced by a moderately more sober smile.

"I... just… you look very good today," she answered at last, blush staining her cheeks again.

"Thank you," he replied, reaching out to take her hand across the table. "You look quite beautiful yourself."

Lily smiled. She had tried to look nice, but beautiful was never really a word she felt applied to her. Pretty, sure, and cute. Maybe even stylish. But beautiful felt like it implied a kind of grace or elegance that she certainly didn't possess. 'Beautiful' was for duchesses who wore elaborate gowns and fine jewelry and had blowouts done every day. Not for girls who just put their wet hair in a plait and never had their makeup right and spent as little as possible on clothes.

"Did you read Maria Melendez' article in the Prophet this morning?" James asked, his thumb moving gently across the back of her hand.

"I didn't, actually," Lily answered, turning to look out the window. She loved Ms. Melendez' writing, and usually tried to follow everything she wrote. She had even been excited for this morning's piece - a scathing assessment of the monarchy's damage to feminism - and had meant to read it, but she had been sidetracked trying to decide what to wear and how to do her hair with Marlene, Dorcas and Mary. (Lily had adamantly stated that she would dress how she usually dressed, and if James didn't like it, he could go fuck a hippogriff. Marlene said she needed to dress sexier, Mary had said she should look pretty, and Dorcas said she should wear one of her political tees so he knew exactly where she stood.) After she had gotten them all off her back and chosen something she felt comfortable in, they had been running late, and Lily had barely had time to wolf down a late breakfast, let alone read the Prophet.

Rosmerta came back and deposited the two butterbeers on their table, casting a sullen look at their intertwined fingers before returning to the bar.

"It was rather well written," he said when she had gone, eyes following Lily's gaze, and she snorted lightly. "What?"

"'Well written' is what people say when they completely disagree with everything in an article but don't want to admit it," Lily replied matter-of-factly.

"That's not true…"

"Do you agree with her?"

"Not as such, no," James admitted, his hand leaving Lily's to run through his hair. Lily knew it was his tic, his way of soothing himself when he was anxious. She'd seen him do it numerous times.

"Why not?"

"How much do you know about the monarchy?" he asked with a small sigh.

"Admittedly not as much as I do about the muggle monarchy," she said. "Most of what I know is what Marlene has told me, or what I actually listened to in Binns' class. But, without having read the article, I would imagine that she has a point. Monarchies are always unfair to women, ignoring them and passing over them not only for opportunities to rule, but also for recognition for the contributions they have been allowed to make."

"There have been quite a few muggle queens," James observed, trying his best to sound off-hand.

"Yes, but they only became queens as a last resort, when there were no male heirs to assume the throne," Lily countered, color rising in her cheeks as she started to feel out a good fight. She loved a good debate.

"Did you know that wizarding queens have equal right to ascend the throne as their male counterparts? Always the eldest child, regardless of sex…" he said, hazel eyes sparkling with defiance.

"I -"

"In fact, the current queen inherited the throne over two younger brothers," he continued. "57% of all wizarding monarchs have been queens, and have served on average longer terms, which means that in the history of the wizarding monarchy, 71% has been spent with a queen sitting on the throne."

"While that may be true, when queens marry, their husbands are given the title of King, not king consort or prince, which puts them above their wives in ranking," Lily argued, but James was ready.

"The Marital Equity Act of 1432," he said, "grants the husbands of queens the rank of rex honorarium et desponsata. It means that the title is subject to their marriage. Should the queen divorce him or die prior to him, his title would disappear. In the case of divorce, he is returned to any titles he would have had prior to marriage, but in the case of death he becomes the princeps patria or, if there are no children, the princeps consiliario. He has no power over her in any situation, but gets equal weight in any decisions of house."

"How do you know all of this?" Lily asked, impressed with his knowledge.

"I'm rather interested in history," he answered with a shrug. "Have been since I was a kid."

"So you don't think there's a problem with the way women are treated in wizarding society?" Lily asked, turning her focus back to their debate.

"That's not what I said," James replied with a wry smile. "But I don't think the monarchy is the root of the problem. In fact, I think the monarchy does what it can to help improve things as much as possible. And I have hope that the next generation with do better."

"You have a high opinion of the prince then?"

"I… I just try to be optimistic," he said. "I have to believe that he understands that there is more that could be done, for women, for muggle borns, for other beings in the wizarding world."

"James… what's happening with the death eaters… it scares me…" Lily admitted, her green eyes focused on the table, and James reached out again and took her hand.

"Me too, but I can't imagine how it must feel for you," he said softly, his eyes full of tenderness. "But I can promise you that you aren't alone. I am here for you anytime you need support or need to talk, and I will offer you any protection I can give. Though I'm sure you don't need it. But the offer, at least, always stands."

"Thank you."

They spent the rest of their date talking about lighter, mundane things - Sirius' new idea for a prank, Lily's plans for Christmas break, the Quidditch season. Lily teased James about Rosmerta and he made her blush when he poked fun at her fling gone awry with Benjy the previous year. Between them, there was an easy air of people who had been friends for some time, who knew each other inside and out. But at the same time, each time James' fingers brushed her hands, Lily felt like there was electricity in her blood, and she nearly jumped when his hand lightly touched the small of her back when they stood to leave.

"Hey Lily," James said quietly, as they were walking down the street together, meandering past shops."I'd really like to kiss you."

"Are you asking my permission?" she teased, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. James had stopped walking, his hand tugging at hers while he wore a very serious expression, as though her answer would be life or death.

"I won't if you don't want me to," he said.

Lily was so touched by this that she moved abruptly, reaching up to place her hands on his face and pulling his lips to meet hers. It took him a second to respond in his surprise, but then he was leaning into the kiss, one hand splayed out across her back while the other caressed her jaw. He pulled away after a moment, touching his forehead to hers as he breathed her in. She could see the blush tinting his tan cheeks, and the way his eyes were focused on her he seemed to be quite affected. She felt like something had changed as well, like this was one of those moments that changed your whole life, and she butterflies swooped in her stomach at the thought of her and James twenty years down the line.

"Okay then," James said, trying very hard to regain his composure as he stepped back, his fingers finding hers again.

Lily smiled broadly, James echoing her, and just like that they were Hogwarts' newest couple.

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(credits to eternal_galaxys,metalchairz and idk where the other for the hair damn.)

If you remember the other credits please tell us so we can add them! ^_^

FIRST: Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU? Beforan Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Ernaci (from Erenacinae, the scientific name of hedgehogs) Sozpat (a butchered version of sociopath which is a bit of her. I need to think of better names bc I suck at it.)

Sociopathy is a term that’s been out of circulation for a while because it’s not actually very helpful and has mostly been used to stigmatize mentally ill ppl. Reading what I’ve read of her character, it seems less to me that she’s a standard or stereotypical “sociopath” (not a real thing) and is instead just Low Empathy. …I’m almost tempted to make a Shadow the Hedgehog joke here because of how you’ve described her personality, but I… shall refrain…. Still, it might be worth looking to him for some inspo since you’re hedgehog themeing her!

Either way, if you want to keep a similar sounding name, maybe you could do Schope, as a reference to Schopenhauer, a philosopher who helped establish the idea of the Hedgehog Dilemma.

Age: 7.5 sweeps

Strife Specibus: needlekind (knitting needles but doesnt use it for knitting.)

Fetch Modus: (none yet)

You could have something like… a quill modus to further drive home the prickly theme. Everything is stored inside a spike ball. She has to reach in to grab it, but if she’s not careful she can get hurt.

Blood color: Indigo

Symbol and meaning: Sagira (Prospit, Mind)

Trolltag: doubleedgedBlabbermouth

Quirk: I actually don’t know aside from perfect caps. also commas instead of periods. Also speaks with some internet lingo. I just don’t know how to incoperate the hedgehog spikes to her quirk lol. Hun,,, you got a big storm coming on you,,,

\You could put spines around all her messages,,,/// <- Like That

Or you could have her use ->->-> When she’s being accusatory.

Special Abilities (if any): Super strength from being an Indigo-blood but doesn’t use it that much.

Lusus: Hedgehog in the size of an adult cat.

Verie Cute. I could make a joke here about like… having a hedgepony, As a hegemony pun. But that’s more of a ‘bluebloods having horse lusii’ joke and not a necessity.

Personality: Ernaci is that one person who tries not to be an asshole. She is brutally honest (a double-edged sword) that it can hurt others without her knowing. Talkshitting is fine for her since she doesn’t feel bad after doing so. Ernaci has good intentions and ideas, it’s just that she struggles to word shit correctly so she gets misunderstood (put-foot-in-mouth 24/7). She is stuck between being a porcupine and emotionally/physically intimate. Ernaci really tries her best to overcome her flaws but the other side of her doesn’t want to change so she’s stuck again. She has a hard time showing emotions because she suppresses it. She’s also peak hedgehog’s dilemma.

EDIT: also things to add for Ernaci Sozpat: she’s also stuck between not caring about her reputation and actually giving a fuck about it and on asking help or just fucking stay like that forever.

I like this a Lot! You made her a mind character and I think all of this plays really well into that. The identity conflict, the objectivity. Mind players value action over feeling, they’re about the physical and not the spiritual and so that’s definitely something you can do with her. She knows how to Act, she knows how to Think, but she doesn’t know how to feel. And that means that when she gets close to people she can hurt them.

So this creates a really interesting character dynamic! Desiring to get close but knowing it’s not a good idea but not knowing how to fix it or even if she wants to fix it. Being harsh with others and possibly drawing their criticism because she doesn’t understand feelings. It’s great tension!

As I said above, I also think she’s more low empathy than “sociopathic,” which just means she can’t understand how other people are feeling. It’s something you can research about online for further portrayal!

Interests: gossips, rom-com media, comedy media, film noir, self-deprecation memes, internet, internet drama (I want to add more interests but can’t think for something related to mind)

Mind is a hard one to really grab Interests for because it really is all about action. And usually facades, too. If she likes internet drama, she could probably even like like… internet trolling. Putting on a fake persona and stirring up shit on forums.

Title: Mage of Mind since she has mild sociopathic tendencies and also has to come to terms with her mind. (how can i portray her correctly lol)

I’ve said as much, but I really do agree with this. She understands Mind, Logic, Thought, and as a result she tries to passively push and form emotion to fit the mold of logic but it just doesn’t work.

Land: (i havent thought of this one)

Land of Frost and Spines, maybe? Something chilly and spiky.

Dream Planet: Prospit

Trivia: The songs that i’ve picked for her are also one of my favorite jams Bad Girls by Tennis, Sinful by Marina and Bad Reputation by Joan Jett. Also a lot of hedgehog jackshit because Hedgehog’s dilemma lol. Honestly she kinda sounds like a Rage player writing this.

And oh I kind of projected on this character oof.

I like her a lot! And dw, I think she soudns more like a mind player than a rage.

Design time!:

Sorry for the lack of transparent background once more. But here we go!

Hair: I made her hair a liiiittle spikier just for the Hedgehog Theme.

Face: Her eyes looked a little too familiar, so I change them up a bit to make her look slightly harsher. I also turned her lips blue just for some Variety. And I gave her a suspiciously heartshaped mole because... Marina Diamandis.

Body in general: I just did some color and outline edits to make things visually read a lil better!

Sign: I just made it smaller so it wouldn’t be hidden by the kerchief.

-CD

#wylmelvar #ernaci #sozpat #schope #ernaci sozpat #ernaci schope #review #cd review #submission #redesign #indigoblood #blueblood

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