Perenelle Flamel (original by Achen089 onDA)
Herpo the Foul (original by Halius on DA and Nashimus on DA) (yes I did base the character off of xemnas)(I'm a nerd)
Illustrations for my multi novel-length Fem!H/G fic: A Butterfly Effect- which can be found at www.fanfiction.net -Some are my own creations. Most are adaptations of other much better art. I change, photoshop, and paint on other fanartist's work. All non-commission. I GIVE CREDIT WHENEVER I CAN FIND THE ILLUSTRATOR. Click and zoom all pics for ++ detail
The worst of the mutilation, however, was on his face. He had one working eye, while the other lay dead in its socket, blackened and crusted over. His jaw hung loose, attached only by a few weak threads of sinewy skin where his cheeks had once been. His teeth were broken and grimy, looking more like jagged fangs than incisors or molars. His tongue, nose, lips, and ears were all missing, leaving only bloodied holes and raw skin in their absence.
"Terrifying, is it not?" asked the disfigured man, his voice emanating not from the lipless mouth, which remained unmoving, but from the bright tip of the wand he carried. "I never dreamed that the price for my freedom would be so steep. To be confined to a mutilated body that never heals is a nightmare far beyond your comprehension. Be thankful for what you have, girl."
Couldn't find an illustrator.
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Quite suddenly, seven girls left the large tub all at once, leaving Harry alone with…
Oh no.
As the door to the baths closed behind the gaggle of chatting women, the towel-clad blonde smiled coyly at her and waded forward through the water. “Hahrie, I may sit with you? I am wanting… company.”
Harry squeaked nervously, feeling her cheeks burn as the curvy girl sat down beside her. An urge to flee consumed her, but Harry couldn’t leave immediately after getting in, not without healing up at least. For the moment, she had nowhere to run; she was trapped.
“Erm… hello, Marin,” said Harry in an overly-genial tone, trying hard not to look into the blonde’s mesmerizing sapphire gaze. “I… I didn’t see you there.”
Smiling widely, Marin brushed back her flaxen locks and purred sultrily, “Það er allt í lagi. I see you for both of us, já?”