a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa.
Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you
i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha
can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂
his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children
I can see Fred and George really going with it too…
“Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?” “Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig” “Or Ethel” “Or Annie“ “Or Ryan”
I have though about this extensively. EXTENSIVELY. I have wondered if animagi can only turn into animals that they are familiar with, or are animals native to the regions where they live. Imagine living in the UK and turning into a hippo or something. How could that ever be helpful?
For people who are wondering, this is a way that Remus Lupin’s life could’ve been EVEN SHITTIER than it was.
“I can’t believe you guys did this for me! You could’ve mentioned it!”
“Nah Moony, we wanted it to be a surprise,” Sirius said with a smile.
“Yeah, we can be mysterious too,” James grinned.
“I can’t wait to see what we transform into,” Peter chimed in excitedly.
Remus stood in anticipation as he watched his friends begin to work the complex animagus transformation. His eyes wide, his mouth open, he soon found himself standing in a room with a somewhat agitated elephant, a snapping lobster, and a really f*cking pissed off shark.
“Well….shit,” Remus muttered.
And thus was born Moony, Stampy, Pinchy, and Jaws.
“’I am very pleased with the atmospheric conditions we are experiencing today. The lack of clouds have allowed the sun to show through, thus making electrical lighting unnecessary. Uh-NESS-a-sarry. Uh-NESS-ussery. Also, the lack of precipitation has kept my artificial skin from becoming uncomfortably damp, which -’
‘Ax?’ I interrupted.
‘Yes, Marco?’
‘Stop that. Please.’
‘Come on, Marco,’ Tobias said. ‘He’s just practicing his small talk. We spent hours on it last night.’
‘Thank you again, Marco,’ Ax said, ‘for inviting me to this primitive yet interesting ceremony.’
‘My pleasure, Ax-man. Do not go near the buffet table.’
‘How do you define “near”?’
‘Ax, I’m telling you: No food.’”
– Book #35: The Proposal (Marco), pg. 144 (by K.A. Applegate)
Undertale au where the whole game is a D&D session and Asriel is the DM
Frisk: i roll to pet the dog.
Asriel: you pet the dog. it was a good dog.
Frisk: i roll to pet th-
Asriel: Frisk you’ve been petting the dog for the past 5 turns you can stop now.
Frisk: i roll to pet the dog.
Asriel: The Absolute God of Hyperdeath casts Galacta Blazing-
Papyrus: I DON’T REMEMBER SEEING THAT SPELL IN ANY OF THE RULE BOOKS. OR THIS CHARACTER. OR ANYTHING FROM THIS CAMPAIGN, REALLY.
Asriel: W-well, it’s from the newest edition available online, s-so just hush. Anyway, Frisk, roll for evasion.
Frisk: I rolled a 1.
Asriel: Galacta Blazing strikes you square in the chest, piercing your very soul and dealing 5d8 arcane damage totaling…29 damage after armor and resistance. Your life is brought to -20, killing yo-
Frisk: I roll to resist.
Asriel: What.
Frisk: I roll to resist dying.
Asriel: Frisk you have a Light Armor score of 3 and no magic resistance, how are you going to-
Frisk: My soul is too determined and refuses to die.
Asriel: …Okay, fine. You make one last ditch effort to resist the God of Hyperdeath’s pow-
Papyrus: I LOOKED UP THE LATEST EDITION OF THE RULE BOOKS ONLINE BUT I COULDN’T FIND THE GOD OF HYPERDEATH ANYWHERE, AND GALACTA BLAZING ISN’T IN ANY OF THE SPELL COMPENDIUMS.
Asriel: Papyrus, not now! I’m just about to wi-
Frisk: I rolled a 20.
Asriel: …Your soul refused to die…restoring you to full health…
Frisk: I buy a hot dog.
Asriel: you can’t buy a hot dog you don’t have enough bag space.
Sans: I put the hot dog on their head.
Asriel: …
Sans: I roll to put the hot dog on Frisk’s head.
Asriel: you put the got dog on Frisk’s head.
Frisk: I want another hot dog.
Sans: I put another hot dog on their head.
Asriel: *internal screaming*
Ariel: You enter the clearing. There’s a route going down to the right and it opens out in front of you. It’s really nice and peaceful. The town is in sight, and there’s the smell of cinnamon in the air. It feels safe.
Undyne: A clearing?? Sounds like an ARENA to me
Papyrus: THAT DOES SOUND QUITE SUSPICIOUS.
Asriel: No, but it’s really peaceful, guys. You get the impression this would be a great place to sit down and check supplies. I know I’ve made you go through a load of puzzles, but I figured you deserved a break to –
Frisk: I check for traps.
Asriel: Um, okay. Make a roll?
Frisk: 13 on Notice.
Asriel: Okay… you go to the first bump in the snow. It’s a snow poff.
Frisk: I check the next one.
Asriel: Uh… and this… Is a snow poff.
Frisk: Next one
Asriel: O-kay. This, however, is a snow poff
Undyne: I’m bored, this is stupid.
Frisk: I check the next one.
Asriel: Surprisingly, it’s a snow poff.
Frisk: Next
Papyrus: OH MY GOD
‘I asked you kids what you’re doing in that stall,’ the cigar man said, more sharply this time.
‘Um…grooming our horse?’ I offered.
Rachel’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Our horse? Oh, yeah, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Grooming our horse.’ She reached over and stroked Ax’s back.
‘Small for a horse,’ the second man said skeptically. ‘What are you feeding that poor swaybacked nag?’
‘Horse food,’ Marco said.
‘Horse food?’
‘Yeah. Um…you know, horse food. Boy, you should see how many cans this guy can eat. Man, all day long I’m opening cans of horse food and filling his dish.’
The two men stared. The cigar man moved his cigar to the other side of his mouth.
‘Hah-hah-hah!’ I practically screamed. ‘He’s such a kidder! Of course we’re not feeding our horse food from cans. We’re feeding him alfalfa and hay. Like you’d feed any horse. My friend is such a joker! Total joke machine!’
‘Plus he’s a moron,’ Rachel added.
‘Your horse is blue,’ the second man observed. ‘Never seen a blue horse.’
‘Never seen kids wearing feathers on their faces, either,’ cigar said. ‘And I’ve seen a lot of things in my time.’
Jake was looking at me, waiting for me to come up with an answer. So was Rachel. So was Marco. Our ‘horse’ was blue. There was no denying that. And yes, we had white-and-gray feathers sticking out of the sleeves and collars of our morphing suits.
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