i was born hungry.

name: Harriet Elisabeth Liddell

nickname: Hattie

age: 19 (april 16, 1806)

parents: Alice

homeland: Wonderland

gender: transwoman (she/her)

sexuality: homosexual

headcanons. 

curiouser and curiouser. curious places bred curious minds, and with wonderland to call home, no mind was curiouser than harriet’s. her imagination knew no bounds, and each day there was someplace new to explore, something new to learn, something new to question — all while ensuring she set time aside for tea with the hatter, the hare, and good ol’ mallymkun. in wonderland, her curiosity is celebrated; in auradon, not so much. it earns her scoffs from those who believe girls are better seen and not heard. 

down the rabbit hole. the tale of the girl who fell down the rabbit hole never spoke of what happened after the story ended. of what happened when that girl became a woman. of what happened when the woman raised a girl of her own. alice never foresaw herself becoming a mother, nor settling down, too afraid she’d become much like her own mother or her dear older sister, who never seemed to smile as often as she remembered. but when harriet was born, alice’s smile was even brighter than before. when harriet grew older and began asking tougher questions, it was her mother she confided in, who helped her find a way to live as authentically herself as she could. the two are close, and harriet thinks only fondly of her mother, never allowing anyone to foulmouth her or her home. 

we’re all mad here. or so people liked to think of those who hailed from wonderland. it was true to a point; there were certainly some who wore the word like a badge upon their chest, but if anything, harriet thought those of wonderland the most sane yet. what was more insane to her was that everyone seemed to agree to a standard set of etiquette and rules cultivated by years of tradition without any sort of pushback, any question as to why they had to follow it at all. that’s why whenever in auradon, harriet often stumbles into an awkward circumstance, usually because of a slip of the tongue — sometimes even over her own two feet when dancing is involved. it isn’t her fault no one else was ever taught how to do a proper futterwack. 

miscellaneous.

sexual orientation: homosexual

romantic orientation: homoromantic

family: alice liddell (mother)

height: 5′10″

zodiac sign: aries

wanted connections. 

someone who tries to teach her how to Act Right

someone who accepts her in all her peculiarity 

someone who will give her her gay awakening bc she Doesn’t Know she’s gay yet

someone who meets her before her gay awakening, who she tries to form a courtship with but it doesn’t work out (sorry 2 this man ////: ) 

someone who Does Not Accept her in all her peculiarity 

name: julien legume

age: 21 (august 4, 1804)

parents: gaston

homeland: the shadow realm

gender: cismale

pronouns: he/him

headcanons. 

six or seven strapping young boys! that’s how many children gaston envisioned in the future he so desired with the most beautiful woman in all his provincial town — instead, he ended up with only one after a string of affairs with women whose names he’d often forget after their little rendezvous. even so, julien wasn’t raised as any ol’ bastard son. julien was doted upon like a prince, his father keeping him attached to his hip wherever he went, be it when he went out to hunt for prey or hunt for something more... of the flesh. no better partner than he, gaston would say. 

as such, julien never truly knew what it meant to go without. his father adored watching him grow as big and strong as he once was, and his mother, well... well, who needed a  mother, anyway? perhaps he did lack the softness of a mother’s touch, but gaston made up for her absence in every other way he could, teaching julien the basics every man should know: how to hunt, how to fight, and how to woo a lady. 

the size of julien’s ego rivaled that of his father’s biceps, confident in every step he took, his head held high, his shoulders back, square. in a pond so small, julien considered himself among one of the bigger fish, and though the shadow realm wasn’t ripe with much to keep them busy, julien found ways to pass the time. (read: he fucked.)

and so he thought his time well spent until princess emma’s decree was heard ‘round the shadow realm. then, he set his sights upon something much larger. you see, the problem with his father was, he thought too small. too simply. but julien saw now the opportunity to gain something more — a castle, perhaps? the season proved no better time to find some naively romantic princess to charm and secure his place among the nobility, with riches as far as the eye could see. he’d make his father proud. 

miscellaneous. 

sexual orientation: bisexual

romantic orientation: biromantic

family: gaston legume (father), unnamed (mother)

height: 6′2″

zodiac sign: leo

wanted connections.

name: georgina “george” gothel

age: 22 (september 3, 1803)

parents: mother gothel

homeland: the shadow realm

gender: nonbinary 

pronouns: they/them

HEADCANONS.

a pariah. even living in a realm with those others — those cast aside, those overlooked, those perpetually exiled — george always felt themselves even more apart from the rest, most notably within their family. mother gothel’s eldest could do no wrong, and the baby of the family, little cosette, well, she was their mother’s most prized possession, so small, so dainty, much like the ungrateful little girl who came before her — rapunzel. it was difficult to pull their mother’s gaze away from any other, no matter how big or how loud george made themselves. it didn’t deter them from trying, however.

a dagger. mother gothel’s dagger, to be more exact. the very one she used to shed blood in that tower so long ago. hidden away and collecting dust, it would’ve remained lost forever had george’s curiosity not piqued one afternoon, rifling through boxes filled with tokens of days long past. it soon never left george’s side, usually strapped to their hip, unless around mother, then they knew better than to display it so openly. their mother didn’t like to be reminded of the time before the shadow realm. now in auradon, it is one of the few things george brought with them. they keep it tucked away just from view, but the glint of its blade has begun to look all the more tempting under such bright light.

a decision. never had george felt comfortable conforming to what was expected of them. no amount of rouge could make a “lady” of them, try as people did. even their name felt disjointed from how they say themselves, taking on the name of ‘george’ instead. far more comfortable in a pair of breeches than they ever felt underneath a skirt, they knew polite society would be aghast at the sight, but it wasn’t like they were going to fit in so well, anyway. george knew who they were. it was a matter of everyone else learning, too. 

a move. leaving the shadow realm wasn’t something george ever expected to do, but quickly, they saw the opportunity presented to them and began to formulate a plan. if they finished what their mother sought out to do all that time ago, then maybe, just maybe, their mother would notice them once and for all. 

MISCELLANEOUS.

sexual orientation: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

family: mother gothel (mother), brother gothel (older brother), cosette gothel (younger sister)

height: 5′8″

zodiac sign: virgo

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

i’ve just seen a face — george could recall the time and day they saw your muse. every dreary cloud seemed to clear from view, and their eyes landed upon them, unaware that they had an audience. from then on, every mirror they looked into was in the hopes to catch a glimpse of them once more. was it curiosity? there was no other explanation, though that didn’t quite surmise why their chest felt suddenly so tight every time the object of their attention would prim themselves in any passing mirror, seeming to look right at george. (open)

you gotta fight — lankier than most, george was an easy target for those that spoke better with their fists than their words. they knew better then than to fight back, knowing there would be no way to physically overpower anyone in a fight. it was their wit where their strength laid, after all. but after some time, blood simply because so tedious to get out of the already ratty linen shirt, so they took to learning how to fight, opting for a sparring partner in nikolai chernov, who didn’t hold back. (taken)