THE HOGWARTS FOUNDERS
godric gryffindor
helga hufflepuff
rowena ravenclaw
salazar slytherin
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what to wear when…belle.
she found that monster, timid, mild,
led like the lion by the child.
custom and kindness banish’d fear;
beauty oft wish’d that beast were near.post 363 of an infinity-part series
what to wear when…anat. cloaked in saffron and purple, she pounces, her eyes sparking like flint as she tastes the day’s first kill. dismembered hands hang from her gore-stiff sash, their ragged flesh smacking her thighs while she wildly fights. and such thighs they are: muscular, quick, sticky with blood. “what would a woman do with a bow?” she answers aghat with each swift tug of her bowstring and arrow-pierced enemy. she claims the title of virgin like a battle cry, loudly announcing her independence, but takes who she wants anyway. even anointed with ambergris, the metallic smell of death lingers (not decay or grief, not the permanence of death but the act itself - how her prey’s spurting blood speckles her henna-red skin, how her nostrils flare at the scent of sweat and iron). afterwards, her brother ba’al washes her clean, rivulets of pale red water dripping from her fists and face. as bloody puddles pool at her feet, she relives the sounds of singing steel and the wet rip of torn tendons. she grins, ignited, eager for more.
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pushing daisies race-swap casting
ned: john cho
chuck: kerry washington
olive: mindy kaling
emerson: john goodman
lily: jasmine guy
vivian: erica gimpel
what to wear when…mielikki (suggested by honeyspider).
mistress of the woods, mielikki,
forest-mother, formed in beauty…
pride of forests, queen of woodlands,
metsola’s enchanted hostess,
lovely forest dame, mielikki,
mother-donor of the mountainspost 304 of an infinity-part series
what to wear when…donning the costume. she pays special attention to her eyes and mouth. a book may be rebound but its content will remain. a lunch-scented gust can blow the inch-thick dust from its cover but it will never sweep the words into rearrangement. a stiffened spine does nothing for a weak story within. so she can lock herself in clinking gold armor all she likes - she is still herself inside, and knows this. by gulping down teaspoons of liquified gold and tamping shining leaves upon her skin, she hopes to engild her insides until worthy of ruling, to avoid becoming a leather-bound text filled with rotting, withered pages of smeared ink and food stains. by encasing her eyelids, maybe she could change her own way of looking (her paranoid worries, her bitterness). to see through golden eyes could be to see with the capable certainty of the midas regents before her. it could purify her mind, eliminate guilt and vulnerability, give her clear vision of a true leader. when she coats herself with gold, it is an act of alchemized identity; the paint seeping into her pores is her heritage, her history, the combined strength of generations so superior to her sole self.
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what to wear when…time-worn pages gently arch open from a stiff leather spine. she presses her pink, pink tongue to her palate, tracing the ridges of the roof of her mouth from left to right as she reads. her hair is a frizzy halo in the light pouring in wide beams through the wood-framed windows. she bends her head in interest, exposing the back of her neck, downy and tender.
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what to wear when…ma’at.
i am the law of truth, the path of integrity, preserver of the code. in my heart, justice lives. i weigh all deeds against my feather of truth.
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what to wear when…samael.
see now that i, even i, am he, and there is no elohim beside me; i kill and i make alive; i wound and i heal; and there is none that can deliver out of my hand.
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what to wear when…drifting around and around again. the room outside swells and bends, distorted by the finger-smudged bowl. the rippling flow from the filter tickles her scales and billows her thin, amber fins. her glassy eyes gleam and her gills shiver in the manufactured current. she skirts plastic castles and blue-painted pebbles, her vermilion skin glinting, her mouth o-o-o-ing (requested by squoctobird).
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racebent Harry Potter: part 2
what to wear when…queen isabella.
she-wolf of france, with unrelenting fangs,
that tear’st the bowels of thy mangled mate,
from thee be born, who o’er thy country hangs
the scourge of heav’n. what terrors round him wait!post 173 of an infinity-part series
what to wear when…the morrígan.
i have power indeed. it is at the guarding of thy death that i am; and i shall be.
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what to wear when…corrupting the garden.
adam’s wife, his first. beware of her.
her beauty’s one boast is her dangerous hair.
when lilith winds it tight around young men
she doesn’t soon let go of them again.ever since the days of eden
apples have been man’s desire.
how overjoyed i am to think, sir,
apples grow, too, in my garden.post 126 of an infinity-part series
what to wear when…art escapes herself. people trapped in an oil painting - their stories are told but what of the canvas? she only wanted to love them, to scoop them from their loveless, artless, pointless lives and cradle them safely inside her. she gave them evocative swaths of painted protection and colors deep in hue. she gave them godhead, the power to recreate the laws of earth, to bend perspective and introduce the impossible. she gave them immortality. she gave them meaning. and they clawed her open and crawled away. so if they will not be hers within her world of linseed and history, they will be hers in theirs: she will crack her gold carved frame, split her encaustic bones, bleed her colors, and burrow into into their hearts. she will brim their veins with pigments and paint their ventricles lurid.
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what to wear when…snakes slither and nip at her ears. she once wore gauze over her eyes and thick linen wrapped around her hair, hiding and earning scorn for that courtesy. but now, she lifts her chin and meets their gazes. she is ugly so she is evil so she flicks her eyes open like doors to hell and boldly stares them into stone.
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