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merrock · 1 year

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Natalie Dormer

full name: Elise Victoria Quinn

nickname(s) / goes by: Elise

pronouns & gender: cis woman she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: December 28th, 1984

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: local

housing: countryside

occupation: restauranteur, chef, sommelier

work place: taste

family: younger half sister, Vivienne

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

Elise is the sort of woman who exudes quiet confidence in all that she does, sometimes to the point of seeming aloof or like an ice queen. However, that façade quickly melts when you realize that dry joke was given with a wry smile. There’s still, behind that smile, something that she doesn’t quite reveal to the world at large, but she’s determined to always be kind and joyful. Through her younger years in a family of wealth and privilege, she cultivated a high brow taste in food, wines, and hobbies but underneath that is a tomboyish side that loves nothing more than to have a good time with greasy food, old friends, and laughter.

WRITTEN BY: Lindsey (they/she), est.

BACKGROUND/BIO

Elise has a wild nature, it’s just a matter of whether or not she’ll ever truly let it show. Growing up, she was truly the apple of her parents’ eye; a bright and creative girl who liked sports, school, and creative pursuits. Yet, there was always a part of her that wanted to be running out in the dirt and exploring the world and its vast apple trees, bogs, and the cities she could almost see if she stared out hard enough at the horizon. She liked playing with and bossing all of the neighborhood kids and instantly bonded with Cage Newman who, being a grade younger than her, was the perfect stand in for a little brother to boss around. Elise liked bossing people around.

In school, she always received good grades, took part in extracurriculars, and had plenty of time for a social life. It was sort of exhausting, but she bore it well and managed it with the friendliness of a teenage girl who is told she can conquer the world. The birth of her baby sister, though, threw a strange wrench in her life. Her father’s infidelity and eventually the birth of her beloved half sister (secretly her favorite sibling) meant both trouble in her family’s domestic life, and a newfound freedom she didn’t expect, with less of a watchful eye placed over the eldest child. She’d like to say she has some great tale of rebellion and adventure, but instead what she can say is she found the beer in kegs at parties distasteful and realized the way to anyone’s heart was through their stomach.

While her parents always harbored dreams of her becoming a lawyer or a doctor or a great scientist, they didn’t balk at her desire to study food science in New York and supported her dreams as best as they could. As soon as she found herself in the big city, she hit the ground running and took advantage of everything she could. She had the fortune to travel and study internationally to get a taste of a variety of cuisine, whether it was ramen in Japan or chartreuse in France, Elise wanted to understand the experience of a meal and how to bring people joy and love through cooking, baking, and the pairing of excellent wines and spirits.

And she wasn’t going to do it just as some spoiled rich girl, either. Fresh out of college, she’d take any sort of job she could get, as long as she could get in a kitchen or behind a bar. Her most profitable years were working as a bartender in a dive bar in Boston, where her clients were impressed with her unique cocktail concoctions and even how they complimented the deep fried goodies from the bar kitchen.

With the passing of her grandmother, the family matriarch, Elise knew it was time to head back to Merrock. She was fortunate to move into her grandmother’s home to save money and take sommelier classes when she could. Eventually, through hard work, and the fortune of having a bit of trust fund money, Elise opened taste, a high concept restaurant in downtown Merrock surrounding the idea of food that pairs well together and creates an experience.

What about her personal life, you may ask? Well, Elise had a string of partners and good “friends” through her college and younger years, but never stayed still long enough to put down roots. Plus, connecting to people involves being vulnerable and saying things that food and grand gestures of gifts can’t say alone. Growing up as an eldest child, even with the love of her parents, placed a lot of expectations on the type of person she should be, and Elise didn’t have time to worry about deep connections. Still, she loves her friends deeply and will even admit to, on occasion, feeling a tender feeling. Occasionally.

#merrockbio #elisequinn

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obligitory-fma-blog · 3 years

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My own personal head-canons for Fma because… idk. About 700 of you find me interesting enough to follow so. Here we go.

(Btw, thanks for 700+ followers?? How did that happen???? When??)

Mustang keeps Hughes up to date on the Elric’s adventures, and sometimes tells Elicia stories over the phone of what her idiot adoptive eldest brothers are doing. He will never admit that he genuinely enjoys telling these stories, not to the Elrics (who don’t know) or anyone else for that matter.

Team Mustang listen to these stories through the office door every now and then, for blackmail and for fun. So long as they get their work done, Riza allows it.

This continues even after Hughes dies, though with a bit of sadness, because there is no begging from Hughes before hand to, “get Uncle Roy to tell a bedtime story to his darling girl!”

Edward routinely avoids going to the doctors because 1. He hates needles (big same buddy,) 2. He hates being poked and prodded at, and 3. He doesn’t trust the doctor to not express concern and question his loss of limbs. When Mustang finds out about it, he finds a trustworthy doctor, introduces them to the Elrics, and is sure to keep up with their appointments to make sure Ed is actually going.

After the promised day, Al owns a cat, but often fosters and finds homes for cats. Along with learning Xingese alchemy, he gets veterinary training to help with any cats he may come across. It’s a lot of work, but Al assures anyone who expresses concern that he can handle it. He does really well in it too.

Den (the Rockbells dog) is very chill, so she’s the ideal kind of dog for a cat to be friends with. Many of Al’s foster cats had taken a liking to her, and Den is often seen laying down with whatever cat Al has this month.

Ed doesn’t give compliments easily, or take them easily. If he gives you a compliment, especially based on intellect, count yourself lucky.

Hughes and Team Mustang know that Mustang cares about the Elrics, as more than subordinates, but family, and often teases him of such. They all know not to bring it up while the Elrics, specifically Ed, and Mustang are in the same room. While it would be funny to watch, the clean up would SO not be worth the laugh.

Greed (in his first form, while at the devils nest, but even afterwards) LOVES the idea of Christmas. He gets really in the spirit of it. So every December, the Greed gang get into the spirit too, and the devils nest is prettied up with lights, a tree, and presents— most for Greed, for obvious reasons—and they all get dressed up. Idk about y’all, but I NEED to see fanart of the greed gang in Santa hats and Christmas sweaters. I just it’s necessary.

At one point, when Ed visited Al’s place in Xing, a foster cat took a liking to him. This cat proceeded to follow him around for his entire stay there, taking any opportunity to sit on his lap. Ed actually ended up taking the cat to Resembool, and gave it to a family with a daughter who had been wanting a cat for a while. This cat, while not at its home, now roams the fields of Resembool, and always stops to get some pets from Ed when he’s in town.

That’s all I’ll give you for now, but there *is* more, if you all are interested. I mainly just reblog stuff but I can do more like this as well. Idk I’m up for it if it’s wanted. Anyways have fun with these and tag me in Fma stuff if you think I’d find it interesting.

#head canon #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist 2003 #fma blog #fma headcanon #edward elric #roy mustang #alphonse elric #team mustang #riza hawkeye #greed fma

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novemberandmay · 3 years

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Daminette December

Day Nine, Book

Marinette had a secret she has never told anyone- she is a comic fanatic. Any free time she had was used to read comics she secretly bought online. She scoured all around the web to find her precious comic books, only to hide them under her bed when she was finished reading them. She was embarrassed. But there was a certain series that she didn’t hide there, it was the series of her beloved. One day, when searching the web for a new comic, she stumbled across a new Batman release. She opened it up to review it before she wasted her money on it, when she saw him. Damian Wayne- the latest Robin. When she saw his character design, she freaked out. Omg, omg, how can a simple character be so hot?! She immediately bought the issue, uncaring of the plot; she had to get him. When her phone pinged, notifying her of comic’s delivery, she rushed down stairs. As she was given weird looks, she snatched the book out of the man’s hands, shoving the money towards him. She ran back upstairs, ready to admire the artwork. As she delved deep into the story line, she fell head of heels for the Robin. She would hug that issue to sleep whenever she could. Her beloved was amazing, if only he was real.

Why couldn’t you be alive, my love? She could only sigh.

Damian was a painter, a fighter, an assassin, and an overall short kid. He lost his temper easily, raining chaos around those near him. He would threaten those around him with a sword, he would hiss and scream. He was an awful child. So when his brothers threw a book at him, he would obviously be upset, right? But, for once, he wasn’t. He initially was about to stab Grayson for hitting him in the head with it, but he didn’t. He looked at the cover art and found something interesting, alluring to a point. He would grab the book like it was his precious treasure, and send a pout death glare towards his eldest brother. Grayson would take one look at this situation and do a good old nope, I’m outta here. Damian would take the book a plop down on a nearby chair. He would read in awe about “The Miraculous Adventures of The Youngest Bug; My Lady” and actually connect to a story for once. As he read about the female lead, Marinette, or Ladybug as Paris knows her, he would daydream about her. Her gorgeous dark blue hair, her clear, loving gaze, and her unending kindness. Since birth, he was taught that kindness was a weakness, something that should be discarded. But Marinette- no. But his Angel made it seem like a dangerous weapon, one that would always help her on her journeys. He knew it was stupid, that life wasn’t some fairytale- but god, does he wish it was. He would read the whole book, start to finish, in the matter of only a couple days. It would’ve taken only one if Alfred didn’t send him to eat. At one point, it seemed like his life revolved around that stupid book. He held that book in his arms while he slept, his dreams nightmare free. As the book was ending, he let out sigh. He was disappointed, Chat Noir was unworthy of his Angel, his habibti. Honestly, he, himself, would have made a better male lead. But if only.

If only..I guess we can only meet in my dreams, my love.

But they would never meet. Their universes didn’t respond with each other, they weren’t part of the same world. While Marinette was being killed by akumas again, and again, Damian would be off fighting villains like the Joker or the Riddler. They couldn’t protect each other. They could only morn their unrequited love and try to move on. But as their creator willed them to be, they were just puppets. They forgot each other completely, their love faded forcefully. They would never remember the feelings of love they felt with each other, only playing the part the writer assigned to them. They were just characters in their own individual book, where they undoubtedly, didn’t truly feel. They could feel nothing as their creators tugged them on a string, until they were forgotten and left hanging. They would never understand the concept of freedom, as they just felt only what they were told to feel, touched only what they were told to touch, spoke only what they were told to spoke. Everything was artificial.

Everything was only a tall tale, a book with some words written in it, nothing alive.

But what are we, if not puppets on a string?

Taglist: No one has asked to be apart of it.

@daminette-december2019-2020

(Notes: So I rewrote it with the attention to attempt to make it sadder, did it work? After rewriting, I haven’t done any editing except bolding and stuff, so yeah. Is it angsty? >;3c )

#maribat #Daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #mlb x batman #mlb x dc #mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #dc x mlb #a dash of angst #I think I’m happy with how it turned out

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Anything But Mine - When You Gotta Go...

A/N Loosely inspired by the recent wdw instagram post of Daniel taking a ‘break’ mid snowboard adventure. Plus, we all know ABM is our universe for awkward, embarrassing, realistic stories of parenthood, right?

December 30, 2022

Clementine’s absolute favourite part of their annual snowboarding trip was the ski lift. She enjoyed – and was quite good at – the snowboarding itself but the calm ride up the side of the mountain was always her favourite. Now, having a daughter who was not-even-four-years-old yet (and another at two), Daniel and Florence knew the routines of parenting pretty well and, after lunch, while they were getting their gear back on outside the lodge restaurant, Daniel asked their eldest multiple times if she had to go to the bathroom.

She assured him quickly that she was fine, her wide eyes staring right past him to the ski lift that would take them up to the hills. So Daniel got her back in her coat and snow pants and hat and mittens and heavy boots and strapped her little purple snowboard to her feet and tightened it properly for her while she held onto his shoulders and stared dreamily up the snow covered mountains.

“Clemmie.” Daniel called again, gently turning her face to look at him, “Are you sure you don’t have to pee before we go up there?”

“No, Daddy.” Clementine huffed impatiently.

“Alright.” Daniel stood up and took the goggles from Florence with a thank you before tucking them onto the four-year-old’s head and over her eyes. “All set?”

“Yes!” Clementine beamed.

Daniel held out his gloved hand and she bumped her fist against his.

Florence smiled sweetly at the two of them as she sat at one of the outdoor tables bundled up with a mug of hot chocolate, sleepy Penelope cuddled up on Keri’s lap beside her. Tyler and Christian were already up at the more advanced slopes where Daniel would join them after Clementine got tired out. They said they goodbyes and Daniel tucked his own board under his arm to give Clementine his other hand to pull her along over the snow towards the lift.

They showed their coat tags to the attendant and he let them in, helping to make sure they got onto the chair safely as it came around and then they were heading up the mountain. It wasn’t much of a distance since Clementine was still small so they always stuck to the beginner hills but to the little girl it was the best thing ever. Daniel held a protective hand across her lap to keep her from falling off – it was one of his biggest fears honestly – especially since she loved to wiggle around to look at everything they passed.

When they reached the top, Daniel helped scoop her off the chair and the attendant there helped guide her to the side while he followed after. He thanked the employee before taking Clementine’s hand and leading her towards the start of the hill. Daniel took a second to make sure all his gear was on and he was strapped to his board too.

Just as he got his goggles in place and turned to his daughter, she reached a hand out to pat his leg to get his attention.

“Daddy…I gotta pee.”

Daniel’s face completely dropped into an expected unimpressed scowl for a moment and he sighed, “Can you hold it until we get down the hill, angel?”

“No, Daddy. I gotta pee now.” Clementine whined, pressing her gloved hand between her legs.

“Clem.” Daniel sighed in slight annoyance and he pulled at her wrist to get her hand out from her legs. He looked around their general area for any sort of washroom but was met with nothing.

“Daddy! I really gotta pee!” Clementine tugged at his hand, doing a bit of a dance on her board.

He spotted the cluster of trees that framed the slopes and figured it was good enough. He bent down and scooped up his daughter around the waist, hobbling with his board only attached to one foot on his way over to the trees. Clementine clung onto him tightly as he kicked his board to the side once they found a bit of a secluded spot and he set her down to unstrap her own board and unbutton her snow pants.

“Next time, you’re going to try to go to the bathroom before we come up here, deal?”

“Deal.” Clementine nodded quickly, shivering slightly as her bare little legs met the cold air of the snowy mountain side and her pants were tucked around her ankles. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“There isn’t a bathroom. You’re gonna just pee right here.”

“I can’t!”

“Well, you gotta, baby.” Daniel pulled her coat up as well as her layered sweater and shirt and undershirt to get them out of the way before hoisting her up off the ground around her waist. “Feet against the tree.”

“What are you doing?” Clementine whined but stuck her feet out so he could hold her up between the tree and his hands.

“We are making do.” Daniel grumbled, thankful that he walked far enough into the trees that no one could see the terribly awkward position they found themselves in as he pulled a half squat/lunge to try and keep out of the splash zone.

There was a beat of silence.

“Did you go?” Daniel asked, voice slightly strained from the effort it took to hold up the four-year-old in such an awkward position.

“I can’t!” Clementine scrunched up her face in concentration and Daniel would have laughed if it was any other situation.

In a few seconds, there was the sound of a little trickle into the snow underneath them and Daniel desperately tried to keep her in place as she did her business. But the combination of the snow mixed with his strange posture ended up having him slip a little to catch his footing, earning him a warm streak down his right pant leg.

He bit his tongue to keep from swearing out loud, looking to the sky as if trying to ask someone for some sort of salvation.

“Are you done?” Daniel asked breathlessly.

“No.”

“How much liquid can your body hold?” Daniel mumbled.

After a few more seconds that felt like minutes, Clementine cried out a quick, “Okay, I’m done! I need to wipe…Mommy says!”

“Just…” Daniel thought for a second, still holding her up against the tree and his body since his arms weren’t holding out enough anymore, “Do a little shimmy.”

Clementine wiggled her bum in the air, giggling a little, and he lifted her up and turned her around to set her down on the fresh snow. He pulled her pants back up and tucked her layers of shirts in to make sure she was bundled up enough.

Clementine giggled and pointed behind him, “It looks like someone coloured on the snow.”

“It does, does it?” Daniel asked haphazardly as he buttoned her snow pants up again.

“Yeah, Daddy, look!”

“I believe you, baby.” he assured her coolly, glancing down to the darker streak stained down his bright green ski pants. He sighed and looked back at his daughter’s proud face, “Life is so unfair to you women, isn’t it?”

She only giggled cluelessly as to what he was talking about and he stood up again, letting her take his hand as the headed back to the start of the hill.

#anything but mine #daniel seavey #why dont we #why dont we fanfic #why dont we imagines #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey imagines

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aftgficrec · 3 years

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Anonymous said: do you know some christmas aus/fics?? or maybe november/decemberish?? or even just some winter aus pls❤️ i love your page :))

Annnd we’re back with part 2, Christmas! There are many more one-shots for this, so y’all feel free to ask for more. Plus, December staff recs are coming; care to guess the theme? 🥰- A

Here’s part 1 of this ask, winter

previous recs with Hanukkah

‘Blessed Are You’ (Jewish Neil) here

‘I get why Aaron and Neil aren’t friends…’ (Jewish Neil) here

‘seven years that andrew minyard does not catch fire …’ (Jewish Neil) here

(find our Jewish Neil Josten tag here)

previous recs with Christmas

‘white sleeves’ here

‘First Christmas’ here

‘happy holidays from the foxes’ here

‘Son of a Exy!’ part 17 here

‘Andrew and Neil Family's Adventures’ part 14 here

‘The thunder for the storm’ here

‘All the Little Lights’ here

‘Love and Other Assorted Foolishness’ here

‘Amnesiac Christmas AU’ here

‘Twelve days of Christmas music’ (kandreil) here

‘Douce Nuit (Sainte Nuit)’ (neil/andrew/jean) here

‘Under the Christmas lights’ (nerik & twins) here

‘It’s Not Family Without Love’ (chapter 8, nerik & twins) here

‘traveled down the road and back again’ (AU) here

‘Bigger Than A Hexadecimal’ (AU) here

‘Settled’ (kandreil) and ‘hearts’ series (AU) here

‘Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder’ (AU) here

‘Surreal But Nice’ (AU) here

‘paint my body gold’ (jerejean) here

‘Coupure Électrique’ (jerejean) here

‘my midwinter sun’ (jerejean) here

‘rayons du soleil’ (jerejean Hanahaki disease) here

‘Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night’ (Nightmare Before Christmas AU) and ‘feels like tragedy's at hand’ (werewolves) here

‘morbid stuff’ part 2 (kevineil, fantasy) here

Snow Angels by ihaveacleverfandomurl [Rated G, 1394 Words, Complete, AFTG Winter Exchange 2019]

The Foxes aren’t going to let Neil spend Christmas alone this time.

Twelve Days of Christmas by nothingbutajunkie [Rated G, 4283 Words, Complete, 2020]

Neil didn’t understand why Andrew was suddenly giving him all these gifts.

Life of the Party by MusicandDancingThroughLife [Rated G, 1560 Words, Complete, 2020]

Erik and Nicky spend Christmas Eve with each other, decorating for the holiday. Lots of fluff.

Happy Together by wesawbears [Rated G, 1034 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange 2017]

Just in time for Christmas, Nicky and Erik's family grows unexpectedly.

25 Days of Foxmas (2018) series by kiraisstillhere [Not Rated, 8509 Words, Incomplete, 2018]

A 10-fic series (to date) of holiday vignettes featuring Andreil, Katelyn/Aaron, Renison, Jerejean, Kevin/Thea with Wymack, and Nerik

Renison Christmas prompt fill by @zeniksnina [Tumblr, 2017]

- Normally they and Dan go up to see Dan’s sisters, but Allison and Renee just bought their first apartment together so they host this year!

tw: past eating disorders

my midwinter sun by poetatertot [Rated T, 3307 Words, Complete, AFTG Holiday Fanzine 2019]

Even with Jean’s initial effort to keep to himself, he knew too much. He knew how Jeremy liked his coffee (sweet); he knew Jeremy preferred citrus over chocolate. He knew Jeremy was the eldest of five children, and that he majored in business. He knew his favorite color was red.

He knew how Jeremy smiled, bright and dimpled. He knew how that smile made him feel—something terrifying, like a trapped bird that ached to fly free.

Jean swallowed hard. How could he give a gift better than that?

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Hang a Shining Star by @nekojitachan [Tumblr Fic, 2017]

“I got u in an office secret santa and i no Nothing about u so now i have to get to know u so i can buy u a gift”

Christmasy things to think about hc by @higgins5 [Tumblr, 2017]

You know, I think we should take a moment and think about how, before the foxes Neil, Kevin and Andrew probably never had a real Christmas

tw: implied/referenced rape/non con

Christmas to Andrew Minyard by @bramlouisgreenfeld [Tumblr Fic, 2016]

Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

Art

Andreil under the mistletoe art by @coldcigarettes

Andreil, Sir & King under the Christmas tree animation by @psuvevo

it makes me happy thinking about these losers on Christmas art by @snackboiminyard

“Enjoy your last Christmas, junkie” comic by @requiemofkings

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lyranova · 3 years

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So uh...i didn’t know if people wanted to see this or not but I was bored and made this while I was working a fic (even though these OC’s aren’t canon lol) so i hope you guys like it? Maybe?

Miku

At 13 At 18

Basic Information:

Name: Miku Grinberryall

Age: 13-18

Birthday: December 25th

Blood Type: A

Love Interest: Remus Deomine

Birthplace: Spade Kingdom

Current Location: Spade and sometimes Clover Kingdom

Affinity: Wind Magic

Appearance:

Height: 4’10” or 149cm at 13 and 5’3” or 161cm at 18

Build: Small and Slim

Eye color: Purple

Hair: Black, keeps it mostly down, but does have it tied a little behind her head. When she’s 18 she keeps her hair in a loose bun and has her bangs more in her face.

Clothing: A black and purple dress, with off-shoulder sleeves, a black tank top underneath, a white collar with a purple tie around her neck, black full length stockings, and knee high black boots with purple shoe strings. Plus a pair of diamond earrings.

Personality:

Miku inherited some of the best, and worst, of her parents personality. She can be very cold, aloof, and somewhat disinterested. The only time you really see her become warm is when she’s around her younger siblings or her parents. Sometimes she does get annoyed by her parents, but what pre-teen doesn’t? She can be brutally honest like her father, and she tends to have trust issues like her mother. But that mostly stems from her being the Princess of the Spade kingdom and having to make sure her friends were truly her friends and not enemies or people wanting to use her for her status. She’s also a bit closer to her father than her mother but she loves them both the same.

Background:

Miku is the oldest child and eldest daughter of Yuno and Neva Grinberryall. Even though she was born a royal her parents have made sure she and her siblings didn’t let it go to their heads. Unlike her siblings Miku tended to keep to herself somewhat, she didn’t have many friends and just preferred being by herself with a good book. Although, she is always up for a good adventure with her friends and siblings, just like the rest of her family. She tends to be closer to her father as she and him share the same affinity, but she still adores her mother and goes to her when she needs advice.

Trivia:

•Celebrates her birthday a few days early since her birthday is Christmas

•Has as bad a sweet tooth as her mother.

•Can actually be very clingy at times

•is very protective

•actually prefers the Clover Kingdom to the Spade

•is actually very close to her Various Aunts

#new oc idea #not really canon atm #but i wanted to make this #i’ll probably do ones #for the other two later #oc; miku #black clover

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materialwoman · 3 years

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❦ 　*　 ❝　 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 + 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 , FROM EARLY LIFE TO MODERN TIMES .

▌ 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 key - points of tammy’s life, ranging from her family ties and professional aspirations to her involvement with crime. it’s a rather long and rambly collection of thoughts, so sadly i’ll have to keep most of it under a read more. this covers all of the main arcs i write on this blog :

[ ♡ ] arc i , youth / teen / young adult years

[ ♡ ] arc ii , adult / pre - canon

[ ♡ ] arc iii , adult / canon

[ ♡ ] arc iv , adult / post - canon

▌ 1974 - birth ,

december 16, 1974. circa 7am. tamasin sinclair, the second daughter of the ferguson-sinclair family, is born. she’s a giggly baby girl, but often cries when far from her mother, veronique. her favorite people to be around are her big sister, olivia, and katherine, her grandmother.

▌ 1980 - age six ,

a six years old tammy travels overseas for the first time, having europe as a destination. she’s taken to london, for a fun week under the cares of her favorite grandmother, while her father attends a law conference in the city. for the first time, she sees the world beyond her mother’s eyes, following katherine around events, fun sleepover nights and even her day-to-day life at the dance academy’s office - with an outrageous amount of a new discovered common obsession: british vogue.

▌ 1983 - age nine ,

she’s nine years old when her younger sister is born. louisa is bubbly; a funny little child that amused tammy in every way. olivia and herself would spend hours around the crib, even more than their own mother, who would often be off working or dealing with her own set of concerns. the sisters would take care of lulu, as they called her, whenever they could; she was their new favorite little person.

▌ 1990 - age sixteen ,

tammy reaches the age of sixteen, and as a gift from her other grandmother, virginie, is invited to spend a couple of weeks with her in paris. the woman, a strict and straightforward art curator, has no doubts a young lady such as tamasin could use a little time with her to learn new things about modern womanhood. the visit went well, although tammy did spend more time trying to convince virginie to take her to one of her fancy events or a fashion week than listening to her grandma’s teachings. virginie was not very pleased.

tammy’s aunt, uma sinclair, has her own idea of a gift for the soon to be young woman in the family -- one the girl would enjoy much more, as well. the blond ambition world tour reaches new jersey, the closest to tammy’s home. she hears as madonna sings about love, friendship, fashion, and some much better takes on modern womanhood. she would never be the same.

▌ 1992 - age eighteen ,

at age eighteen, tamasin graduates from high school. her biggest interests during the previous years were fashion, creative writing and the influence of women in culture and society. her main graduation choices were psychology and journalism, where she hoped to discuss some of her passions through the gift of writing. [ ... ] against all of her efforts, tammy has no support from her parents to follow any of her careers of choice. she’s advised ( although practically induced ) to follow the path of those before her, and very much like her parents and her older sister, ends up enrolling into pre-law school. it was the one moment when tammy got the closest to being the daughter veronique ever dreamed of having.

▌ 1993 - age nineteen ,

despite veronique and laurent’s attempts to keep their daughter under their watch, tamasin decides to move out of the family house and start over, this time making things her way. she moves into an apartment in the big city, alongside with olivia, and no longer having financial support from her parents, starts working at a diner in new york city. she drops out of pre-law school after one semester.

as louisa, her little sister, reaches the age of ten, olivia and tamasin notice there’s something wrong. the little girl that once was a wild spirit started to seem less and less bright, and their mother seemed to be the reason of such change. they’ve been there before: they knew what she does. tammy goes to their grandmother, which intervenes and asks veronique to let the sisters take care of lulu for some time. she’d be constantly helping when needed, as well, while veronique took some time to take care of herself. although not content, the mother agrees. the older sisters take lulu to their apartment in nyc, and keep raising a strong, bright little girl for the next many years.

1993 - 1997 . tamasin, olivia and louisa carry a light, fun day-to-day life in their apartment in nyc. the three of them have their own studies and personal matters, as the eldest finishes law and looks forward to building a family already, tammy studied and explored her ambition, while both raised a much more hopeful little lulu.

▌ 1994 - age twenty ,

noticing tammy’s resilience and quick wits, tammy’s coworker invites her to take a small part on a con one night. her sense of adventure, ambition and the undeniable need for extra cash in order to get into college again are decision makers: call her the newest fence in the business. well, figuratively. she didn’t truly know what that meant: only that she was good at it. [ ... ] one day, working at the diner, tammy catches a young woman trying to pickpocket one of the clients from behind the counter. enter debbie ocean - and tamasin doesn’t stop her, much on the contrary. she’s proud to quietly announce she’s done things of that sort, too. it’s a match made in heaven: if not even deborah had the eye to catch her as the type to con, who could ever suspect?

▌ 1995 - age twenty - one ,

tammy is introduced to lou miller, an australian con artist that soon became her other partner in crime. together, the three ladies take part on small cons, such as movie theater tickets, amusement parks, retail and similar. with them, tammy makes the extra money needed to start studying again. this time, she goes with journalism. [ ... ] tammy gets her first ever tattoo, a delicate little rose now marked onto the side of her ribcage. she tells everyone it was her choice because it was cute, but secretly likes to think of the strength of her delicacy represented in it.

▌ 1996 - age twenty - two ,

as a birthday gift, louisa and olivia give tammy a pet bunny. she calls him cherry.

tammy is introduced to danny ocean and his partner in crime, rusty ryan. it’s when debbie, lou and herself get the perspective of expanding the cons they’ve been working on. small casinos and events become their new target.

▌ 1997 - age twenty - three ,

as olivia graduates law and starts working at the family office, along come the news of the newest baby in the family. she gets married shortly after, moving out of the sisters’ apartment and into her own household. [ ... ] tamasin graduates from college, finally having her journalism degree.

▌ 1999 - age twenty - five ,

as grandmother virginie brings an art exhibit to new york, a twenty five years old tamasin is invited to attend the event. debbie, lou and tammy take advantage of her position and steal a piece from an adjacent exposition during the party. they go unnoticed, making thousands of dollars each. [ ... ] having her degree, tammy tries to get a job position at vogue magazine, as well as paper and vanity fair. she doesn’t get a call back after her interviews.

▌ 2000 - age twenty - six ,

tammy gets a new day job, at a flower shop. she works there for a few years, deeply resenting not being able to work on her dream field after finally being able to, and takes it out writing independent articles for her portfolio and shopping for designer clothes rather inconsequently at times.

▌ 2002 - age twenty - eight ,

tamasin gets a job at paper magazine, writing a monthly column about the representation of fashion in the media and exploring its influence in storytelling. finally, she’s able to work with her passions combined.

▌ 2003 - age twenty - nine ,

at age twenty, louisa moves out of the apartment, having recently graduated from the juilliard dance intensive program.

tammy continues to live in the apartment in nyc, where herself and the girls can meet up to plan future heists. even at this point, crime represents her main source of income, as her day job doesn’t pay quite as well as stolen goods and jewels. however, it’s not only for the money; tammy finds being a fence allows her to explore her ambition and sense of adventure, things long repressed after years being controlled by her parents’ will. surprisingly enough, she’s happier than ever.

▌ 2005 - age thirty - one ,

cherry, tammy’s pet bunny, passes away after nine years. [ ... ] after three years, tamasin leaves her job at paper magazine as she’s offered a position at W magazine, where she’s handed a column on the beauty section. [ ... ] following her acceptance into the royal ballet company, louisa makes the decision of moving to the united kingdom.

▌ 2007 - age thirty - three ,

tamasin is invited to the inauguration dinner party of olivia’s very own law office. at the event, she’s introduced to nicholas mcallister, a colleague lawyer to liv.

1998 - 2008 . tammy’s golden age of crime; acting as a fence, constantly developing her skills as a con artist. after years acting on unrelated events, casinos and parties, she develops a system of hijacking equipments trucks crossing the border from canada and reselling the goods on the black market. it lasts for years and grants her certain status on the underworld of crime as an experient, trustworthy fence in the business.

▌ 2008 - age thirty - four ,

one night, tammy receives the new that her younger sister, louisa, had been involved in a car accident and seriously injured her knee, compromising her debut on the royal company as a lead and, in a long term matter, her dancing career. tamasin travels to london immediately, offering her baby sister support and inevitably reconnecting with her parents. [ ... ] her sister’s injury was an undeniable step back on tammy’s life, and reconnecting with her mother due to the intense family trauma was a decisive point on the decisions she’d make from then on; being heavily criticized for not yet having a family in her mid 30s, unlike her older sister, who had perfectly built a family of her own while finishing law school, tammy finds herself deeply torn between the duality of her desires -- to stay in the city, investing on her career as a journalist and continue to explore how happy crime made her, or to finally settle down and think of building a family, bringing the life-long dream of motherhood to reality. finally, she decides it is time to take a step back, and chooses to retire from her career as a fence.

▌ 2009 - age thirty - five ,

as a consequence of laying low and removing herself from the crime scene, tammy grows lonelier every day. despite believing she could remain friends with debbie, lou, and all of her former con acquaintances, tammy came to realize it’d be harder than she thought to stay in touch while keeping a distance from crime. she agrees to go on a date with olivia’s fellow lawyer, nicholas, and a few weeks later, starts dating him.

▌ 2010 - age thirty - six ,

as of august 2010, during dinner, tamasin and nicholas get engaged. tammy grabs onto the planning of her wedding almost fiercely, and with the help of olivia, uma and katherine, builds a dream-like event to celebrate her union with nick.

▌ 2011 - age thirty - seven ,

save the date: tammy and nick’s wedding happens during spring, on a beautiful vineyard, and she’s as happy as one can be. the couple signs a prenup, and despite tammy’s absolute devotion to her relationship, she does not change her last name. she tells nick there’s no way she’d ever stop being a sinclair woman; that was something she hardly considered back then. the couple moves to a house in the suburbs outside of new york, where they plan to build a family together. she does not get rid of the sisters’ apartment.

▌ 2012 - age thirty - eight ,

tammy and nick have many attempts, but still find themselves unable to conceive a child. [ ... ] to better use her time, tamasin decides to enroll into univertity once again. she goes for marketing courses, knowing it can be of good use when working on her dream field, with critical and commercial writing.

▌ 2013 - age thirty - nine ,

on the first days of the year and after many attempts, tamasin discovers she’s pregnant. it’s a very calm pregnancy, and tammy has no trouble working from home for the same w magazine column on beauty. during her pregnancy as well, tammy graduates from marketing school, studying from home. through a c-section, she gives birth to twins, and calls them beatrice and benjamin.

▌ 2015 - age fourty - one ,

having the twins, tammy knows she wants more babies. nicholas and her decide there will be no other time to give that a try, and attempt to get pregnant once again. differently from the first time, this pregnancy happens easily, but definitely takes its toll on tamasin’s health and body. she decides to let go of her position at W magazine, dedicating her time to taking care of the twins as well as herself. during the months following august’s birth, tammy experiences postpartum depression.

▌ 2016 - age fourty - two ,

after years distanced from crime, and having plenty of time in her hands as an unemployed housewife, tammy falls into temptation

and reconnects with a former provider. she starts gathering goods stolen directly from fabric on her garage, and reselling such items to the black market. if you ask her about crime, she’ll say she’s retired. [ ... ] tammy gets her second tattoo, this time, even more discreet -- three little dots on the back of her neck, one for each of her children.

▌ 2018 - age fourty - four ,

despite making it clear that she’s out of the crime business, tammy gets a surprise visit from an old friend. debbie ocean makes a rather undeniable proposal: to join her and lou in a millionaire heist. she leaves for the big city in a matter of days, asking her sisters to keep an extra eye on the kids as she’s gone. she acts as a fence in the met gala heist of 2018 and goes unnoticed as the seven other members of her crew. once the heist is done, and after having another taste of just how exciting her life can be when she explores her greedy side, tammy realizes she does not want to go back to her life in the suburbs. it only adds up to the fact that she was no longer happy in her married life. as of the end of the year, tammy and nick file a divorce.

▌ 2019 - age fourty - five ,

after working for the met staff in 2018, tammy interviewed for a position at the vogue office. this time, she gets a call back, and is made a collaborator of vogue online, writing articles for the vogue.com website and supervising content creation for vogue america’s social media.

at the end of the year, she’s made one of the editors of vogue online, coordinating the creation of editorials and videos for vogue’s youtube channel.

for the first time, she covers new york fashion week and writes two articles analyzing chanel and ellie saab’s show. her work is vastly recognized by the industry and well received by the public.

▌ 2020 - age fourty - six ,

proving to be a skilled writer and creative director, tammy takes a long shot and asks for a chance to act as a collaborator to vogue magazine, the print. such position is ultimately granted, and tamasin continues to coordinate vogue online’s content as well as occasionally collaborate to print articles for the magazine.

▌ 2021 - age fourty - seven ,

after being granted her first chance at completely handling her previous position at the fashion print, tammy is named editor of vogue magazine. she mainly coordinates and keeps contacts for photoshoots, interviews, articles and columns. she occasionally acts as a collaborator as well, and is released from her position at vogue online.

2018 - future . tammy lives in a house in new york city with her three kids, benjamin, beatrice and august, and has finally been hired at the job of her dreams: vogue magazine. she continues to work on cons with her crew heist, and her career as a journalist only seems to be growing. keep an eye on that one: who knows when vogue might announce a new editor in chief?

#* ii. ╰ ♡ catch a wave & take in the sweetness › headcanon.#hello and welcome to my personal heaven... i have finally... finally finished this!!! yayyyy!!!!!#special thanks for gin and cora for hearing me ramble about this #and also reign for the wild help re: lulu's timeline in this #now a kiss for you miss tammy sinclair... and ur beautiful life

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the415xrpg · 3 years

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Adelaide Pennington is a 28 YEAR OLD, Bartender at The Tipsy Cow, who currently resides in PACIFIC HEIGHTS. Those who know her say she’s Spontaneous & Adventurous, but if she’s crossed she’s known to be Stubborn & Jealous.

[ Remember there is only one life to live, so live life to the fullest.] Everyone has a story, here’s hers:

"Congratulations on your beautiful twin daughters, Mr. and Mrs. Pennington!” Those were the very first words that were spoken to Mr. and Mrs. Pennington. As the doctors got their beautiful twin daughters all cleaned up and got their footprints and etc., After doing all of that the doctors soon placed the girls into their softest pink baby blankets with a cute pink adorable baby hat that the hospitals had put the girls in. After the doctors did all of that they headed over to Bethany and place one of the girls into her arms and the other daughter into Bentley's arms. As Bethany and Bentley looked down at their daughters, they both smiled and said: " Oh sweetheart they are so perfect." Bentley said to Bethany. Bethany looked at her husband and smiled and said: " Oh I agree with you baby." Bethany said. After a few seconds of soaking in all of their cuteness, Bentley looked at Bethany and said: " Hey sweetheart what do you think about naming the girl's Adelaide Rose and Rosalinda Elise?" He asked his wife and then looked at his daughters. " Bethany smiled and said " I love those names they are so beautiful, I say we go with them, the girls look like an Adelaide and Rosalinda," she said. Adelaide Rose Pennington is the eldest offspring out of two daughters which happens to be her twin sister and 1 son that was born and raised in an extremely independent Christian household. Adelaide and Rosalinda were delivered on November 27th,1993 in Santa Monica, California. While growing up Adelaide’s parents give both of their daughters's the best life they could, they took the girls on family vacations, they let them do anything they wanted to do, Adelaide and Rosalinda also had sleepovers when they got older. When Adelaide and Rosalinda turned 7 years old Adelaide's parents had noticed that their daughter's behavior started to change and that she was a consistently troubled kid while group up. In the middle of all of this Bethany had found out that she was pregnant with her third child which happened to be a little boy that was named Charlie James Pennington that was born on December 23rd, 2000. After about 4 months later after Charlie's birth, Adelaide tried to kill her baby brother. So after that horrific day of Adelaide trying to kill her brother, Adelaide's parents decided to take her to her pediatrician to find out what was going on with their daughter and find out why she was misbehaving all the time. After several days of drawing blood and testing Adelaide, her pediatrician couldn't find anything wrong with Adelaide to where her pediatrician said that she was just fine and was just acting like a normal child. Well, Bethany and Bentley knew that their daughter wasn't fine. So when they got home Bethany started to go online and started to do some research and she came across a pediatrician in Phoenix, Arizona. So a few days later Bethany and Bentley packed up their children and made the trip to Phoenix's children's hospital. After a few hours, the doctors had picked and poked and pinned down Adelaide as she fought the doctors. After a few days, later all of the test results came back and the doctors had called Bethany and Bentley at their hotel room and had them bring Adelaide back to the hospital. Once Bethany and Bentley were back at the hospital, the doctors as them down while Adelaide was off playing with some of the doctor's toys that he had laying around on the floor for the children to play so the parents could talk. As the doctors were explaining what was going on with Adelaide, something started to happen right in front of the doctor's eyes. When the doctor saw what was happening, the doctors pointed and said " Mr. and Mrs. Pennington, is this what's going on with your daughter?" he asked as he pointed to their daughter. Bentley looked behind and saw that Adelaide was having a seizure and once she snapped out of it she started to attack herself and once her father saw it he nodded and said " Yes, what is it and why does she do this?" he asked. After several hours later the doctors looked at Adelaide's parents and said " She has a condition called, Childhood Schizophrenia." the doctor told her parents. When Adelaide's parents found out what was wrong with their daughter they were relieved a little bit because it took about 10 months to find out what was wrong with their daughter. After finding out what was wrong with Adelaide, they took classes to help learn about the diagnosis of Childhood Schizophrenia. As Adelaide got old she was consistently and was a rebellious child until she was put on medication to encourage her to be a better child. At first, the medication didn’t help her so they had to take her back to her doctors to find a medication that would work for Adelaide. When Adelaide had turned 17 years old it got really bad to the point that Adelaide was hospitalized. 6 months later Adelaide was back home with her parents, Adelaide’s behavior has done a completed turn around, she went up to her brother and apologized to her brother for trying to kill him 4 months after he was born. After a few months of being back home, Adelaide went back to school and started to get straight A’s in school. Now that Adelaide is 19 years old she finished high school and went off to college when he was 20 years old, While in college Adelaide wanted to change her life around and move out of her parent's house for good. So Adelaide finished off her college years and after she did she moved to California when she was 24 years old. Now that Adelaide is living in California, she started to get her life back on track, she had found herself a crappy apartment at the time and got a job at a fast-food restaurant, but her life wasn't going anywhere so she wanted to find a better paying job and Adelaide did, she started working at some local coffee shops which got her a lot of money that she faced up to get herself a beautiful house in Pacific Heights, and after working at a local coffee shop for 4 years she got herself a job working as a Bartender at The Tipsy Cow. Now that Adelaide is 28 years old, she is loving her life there, she loves her job and friends. Adelaide wouldn't change it for the world

#female #adelaide

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Tantrum: How does your muse deal with tantrums? In public?

That one Parent's Day ask meme posted a looong time ago. RIP.

Long ago, Rudy used to give into Dess's grocery store tantrums everytime----

Yeah, sure. I'm not complaining. Go for it!

Thanks for saving my breath (typing?)

YES. PLEASE.

#reindeer dad [ ic ]#grey guy [ anons interact ]#reindeer games [ ic memes answered ]#huds speaks [ ooc memes answered ]#eldest adventurous doe [ december ]#my other family [ dreemurr family ]#back in college [ ic story time ]#random deer facts that will make your jaw drop! [ about reindeer dad ]#ooc: its a true story. these questions were in my drafts for MONTHS #my writing is so boring and i was so dissatisfied with the answers #until i decided to get rudy to say them #i just... like his voice!

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Translations (like wives) are seldom strictly faithful if they are in the least attractive.

- Roy Campbell, poet (1901-1957)

Roy Campbell was a South African poet and satirist and to this day remains criminally under appreciated. He was considered by T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Edith Sitwell to have been one of the best poets of the period between the First and Second World Wars. Campbell's vocal attacks upon both Stalinism and Freudianism, and support for Francisco Franco's Nationalists during the Spanish Civil War, has caused him to be labeled a Fascist and left out of modern poetry anthologies.

Roy Campbell, was born in Durban, South Africa, and moved to England soon after he graduated from high school. An accomplished horseman and fisherman, he also became fluent in Zulu. He left the Union of South Africa in December 1918 for Oxford University, where he arrived early in 1919. However, he failed the entrance examination. Reporting this to his father, he took a philosophical stance, telling him that "university lectures interfere very much with my work", which was writing poetry.

Campbell left Oxford for London in 1920. Holidays spent in wandering through France and along the Mediterranean coast alternated with periods in Bohemian London. In 1922 he married without parental consent and forfeited, for a time, the generous parental allowance. His wife was Mary Margaret Garman, eldest of the Garman sisters, was part of the famous literary Bloomsbury group that incuded Virginia Woolf. Mary would go on to have a scandalous lesbian love affair with Vita Sackville-West. Both she and Roy had two daughters, Teresa (Tess) and Anna.

In England, Roy befriended poets such as Wyndham Lewis, who based a character in his novel The Apes of God on Campbell. Campbell’s first book, The Flaming Terrapin (1924), brought him immediate acclaim; as T.S. Eliot does in The Waste Land, to which Campbell’s book is sometimes compared, Campbell rebels against postwar cynicism and apathy. And like Eliot, Campbell eventually converted to Catholicism.

Elizabethan dramatists such as Marlowe, Chapman, and Dekker inspired Campbell’s poetry, and his work fit uneasily into the socially conscious turn affected by many English poets in the 1930s. His second book, The Wayzgoose (1928), satirized South African intellectuals, and his third, The Georgiad (1931), attacked the mores and pretentions of Bloomsbury, whose members Campbell called “intellectuals without intellect.” He also wrote more lyrical collections, including Adamastor (1930), Flowering Reeds (1933), and Talking Bronco (1946).

Campbell led an adventurous life; after The Flaming Terrapin was published, he traveled back to South Africa to edit the literary magazine Voorslag with William Plomer and Laurens van der Post. Campbell soon returned to Europe. In the 1930s, Mary and Roy Campbell moved to the south of France among Augustus John, Aldous Huxley, Sybille Bedford and Nancy Cunard.

They soon grew tired and moved to Spain. They had initially arrived in Barcelona in the autumn of 1933, having lived for several years in Provence. Their arrival coincided with the anarchist strikes that had followed the Right-wing victory in the recent elections. “For the Catalonians, as with the Irish, politics is a national industry,” Campbell wrote to a friend. In spite of the turbulence of the times, the Campbells fell in love with Spain and Spanish culture. Mary’s enduring love for the figure of St Teresa of Avila had fired her imagination for Spain since her youth, and she had evidently passed this imaginative fire infectiously to her husband, as is evidenced by the poetry about Spain that he wrote after his arrival in the country.

Campbell wrote: “From the very beginning my wife and I understood the real issues in Spain. There could be no compromise… between the east and the west, between credulity and faith, between irresponsible innovation… and tradition, between the emotions (disguised as reason) and the intelligence.”

Tired of the brief interlude of urban life, the Campbells moved to the village of Altea, near Alicante, in May 1934. It was here that the whole family was received into the Catholic Church.

Fr Gregorio, the village priest, was delighted that a whole family of “English” was being won over to the Church. Two years later, the priest would be murdered by militiamen sent from Valencia. By this time, as we have seen, the Campbells had moved to Toledo, which Campbell eulogised in one of his poems as a “sacred city of the mind”.

Fighting in the Spanish Civil War and World War II and serving in East and North Africa and the East gave him the inspiration to write his more haunting poetry. Campbell published two autobiographies during his lifetime: Broken Record (1934) and Light on a Dark Horse (1951). He also translated work by Spanish, Portuguese, and French writers, including St. John of the Cross, Baudelaire, and Lorca, and novels by de Quevedo, among others.

In April 1957, Roy and his wife Mary set off in their tiny Fiat 600 from their home in Portugal, destined for the Holy Week celebrations in Seville. En route they stopped off for several days in Toledo, “this heavenly place which means more than all the world to me”, as Campbell described it in a postcard sent to a friend. Throughout the week of processions in Seville, Mary noticed that her husband was unusually quiet and particularly serious in his devotions.

On April 23 they set off back to Portugal, crossing the border in the early afternoon. A front tyre burst, and the car swerved out of control and hit a tree. Mary survived - she would die in 1979 - but Roy died at the scene of the crash. Thus ended, at the age of 55, the life of one of the finest and most controversial poets of the 20th century, a poet who counted George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, T S Eliot, Evelyn Waugh, J R R Tolkien and C S Lewis among his friends.

As regards his friendship with Tolkien, it is one of Campbell’s intriguing claims to fame that he was part of the inspiration for the character of Aragorn, who was played by Viggo Mortenson in the movie version of The Lord of the Rings.

Tolkien first encountered Campbell as a mysterious stranger in a pub in Oxford in 1944 who was listening intently to the conversation of C S Lewis. As Campbell peered intently at Lewis from under a wide-brimmed hat, he reminded Tolkien of Aragorn, the mysterious stranger who eavesdropped on the conversation of the hobbits in the Prancing Pony, the pub in the story in which the hobbits first meet Aragorn. Since Tolkien was in the midst of writing The Lord of the Rings at the time, and was deeply impressed by the adventurous life that Campbell had lived in Spain and elsewhere, it seems likely that Campbell helped to shape Aragorn’s character in Tolkien’s imagination.

#campbell #roy campbell #quote #poet #south africa #britain #tolkien #CS lewis #oxford #poetry #spanish civil war #war #miterature

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remalynn-runesworn-blog · 5 years

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LFC: Remy Runesworn

the basics ––– –

NAME: Remalynn Runesworn NICKNAME(S): Remy (commonly & preferred), Ema (by her brother, usually), Lynn (rarely) AGE: Young Adult BIRTHDAY: December 8th || Sagittarius || RACE: Sin'dorei GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Flaxen in color, framing her face in soft waves that flow to the middle of her back. It is usually kept down to bounce around in a tousled mane of braids and beads. Sometimes, it’s seen in a large, messy braid or bun, adorned with a multitude of flowers and or "trinkets."

EYES: Having been graced with heterochromia, Remy's left eye is liquid gold in color, while her right eye is an emerald green. To some, it is quite shocking upon meeting her. To others, nothing too peculiar.

HEIGHT: A reasonable 5'5"!

BUILD: Willowy, at best. She is no curvaceous vixen by any means, although her waist is slim, her hips a little wider. It is easy to tell that she doesn't sling a weapon of any sort, being quite the bookworm. Her arms are long, along with her legs that lead up to a pair of sturdy thighs. The mage is best known for running rather than brute strength.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Besides Rem's eyes, there isn't really anything that would cause you to distinguish or pick her out amidst a crowd! She doesn't have any large scars (yet, despite her being a klutz), nor does she have any tattoos (double yet).

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Around the Sin'dorei's neck is home to a banged-up, silver locket. It stays there, tucked beneath her shirt, at all times. It's easy to see that it must hold some sort of personal value, coin-wise it may be a couple copper, if that, due to all the damage. Her left ear has a multitude of stud and hoop earrings all along it; her right has one hoop towards the top and a dangling trinket of sorts hanging from the lobe. Either hanging off her shirt or in her pocket is a pair of thin-wired, flimsy-looking glasses. She keeps them on her at all times, not being able to read without them.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: She travels around with her brother, so she doesn't really have much of a "profession." Although! She has taken up tailoring, being the most painfully novice seamstress of them all. Despite it, she still tends to ask people to take their measurements and practices different sizes of clothing often. Besides that, she can whip you up a pretty mean mana bun!

HOBBIES: Reading/Studying, practicing her "work," adventuring, listening to tales told by the locals LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common (enough to get by, possibly), Wanting to Learn More! RESIDENCE: Nomad, at the moment. BIRTHPLACE: Silvermoon City RELIGION: The Light FEARS: Confinement, Ending Up Alone, Letting Others Down -- also Spiders, can’t forget the spiders.

relationships ––– -

PARENTS: Kan'lios Runesworn (father - deceased) || Mirlana Sunveil (mother - alive) SIBLING(S): Elrodanis Runesworn (brother • eldest - alive) || Nazia Runesworn (sister • youngest - alive) OTHER RELATIVES: Not any that her parents had her or her siblings around often. ACQUAINTANCES: Too many to name! Mainly those she's encountered throughout her travels that she'd like to call friends, 'though her brother is quick to tell her that: "You cannot be friends with someone you've only spoken to once or twice." PETS: • Gin • A thin, black cat that has a large chunk of his right ear missing. Those sensitive enough to magic could feel arcane vibrating from the creature heavily. Remalynn found him not long after he had passed. Attempting to dabble in necromancy, she tried saving the little guy. Inevitably, it “worked.” Worked, as in, she accidentally filled him full of arcane energy and somehow managed to embody some of her personality in him. Since, he has taken on quite his own personality and can actually talk! His name, funnily enough, came from Elrodanis having heard him speak for the first time one night after tipping the bottle a little too much. His words were: “Oh shit, this gin is really getting to me, Ema -- I just heard the bastard talk!”

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between [EMPATH]ETIC / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes /frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks ––– –

• Remy and her brother have traveled around many parts of Kalimdor, and the upper parts of the Eastern Kingdoms. Perhaps you've seen them around? Eros lingers around taverns, and Rem tends to stick by merchants and such in whatever town/city they're in talking.

• When she was younger, she was seen around Silvermoon often. Her mother was (still is) a well-known seamstress and priestess, dragging Remy along with her into the city when she had things to attend to. Maybe she was with her mother when she healed your ill father? Maybe her mother made yours a beautiful gown?

• Her father was a fairly well-known Agent of the Kirin Tor. When he had business in Dalaran, sometimes he'd bring Rem along if she bugged him about it long enough.

• Remy has, surprisingly, started tailoring a bit herself! She's always looking for people whom are willing to let her take measurements and make a shirt, pants, etc. for them so she can practice! Has she made something for you before? How crappy was it? Be honest!

• She, grudgingly, helps her brother with bounties to make coin, as well as other odd jobs. Maybe you've hired them? Seen them chasing after someone? Anything's possible.

• All-in-all, Remalynn is a pretty social butterfly once she's observed a situation. If you've seen her, she's most likely seen you and has said something to start a conversation.

OOC notes // WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR ––– –

• I am over the age of 21 and not comfortable RPing with minors -- I'm sorry!

• Looking for long-term RP partners and story-lines! If you have any ideas for character connections, plots, etc. please feel free to message me!! ^-^

• This character is cross-faction heavy! Message me for my Discord, or we can plan to meet up in game, if you'd like!

#lfc #looking for contact #rp #WoW #wra #wra rp #horde #alliance

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thevoilinauttheory · 5 years

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Never-Ending Survey | Maximiloix

Tagged by @elegie-de-sang! Thank you so much, and thank you for your patience! It’s been a while since I got this orz

Tagging: uhh... anyone who has wanted to do this and hasn’t! Please! Do! It! And tag me! I want to see all of your lovely characters!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Maximiloix Soleil Voilinaut

NICKNAME: (Hates all of his nicknames) Max [by most], Maxie [by Caromont].

AGE: 109

BIRTHDAY: 28th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Elezen

NATIONALITY: Ishgardian

LANGUAGE/S: Common, Old Ishgardian, Old Sharlayan, Dragonspeak (to a degree, his pronunciation is horrible), Sign Language; in the process of teaching himself Far Eastern languages and dialects; is familiar with Ilsabardian words and terms, unable to speak the language fluently.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: It’s complicated. Legally, he’s single.

HOME TOWN / AREA: Ishgard, Coerthas

CURRENT HOME: Mist, Limsa Lominsa

PROFESSION: Teacher, Aetherologist, Historian

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Unnaturally white with hints of brown. Base of neck length, kind of wavy. Very well groomed and taken care of.

EYES: One is a whitish-silver, the other is a light teal. Almond shaped, with constant bags under them.

FACE: Squared, angular jaw. High cheekbones.

LIPS: Kinda average for his face shape and size, always wears lipstick.

COMPLEXION: Tanned from outdoor work, usually on the paler side.

BLEMISHES: Aside from the bags under his eyes, he has very few visible blemishes.

SCARS: A lot. Mostly covering his chest and back. The most noticeable ones are the thin scar along his cheek, and a nasty deformation on his right arm.

TATTOOS: Geometrical patterns are tattooed around his entire body, everywhere except his face, to help him cast magic easier and more efficiently.

HEIGHT: 7′4′‘

WEIGHT: ~200lbs.

BUILD: Lanky and frail looking. He has muscle due to his time as a logger and Templar, but he is lacking in physical strength with his old age.

FEATURES: Long and well kept fingernails, well-groomed. All other prominent features have already been stated.

ALLERGIES: Deathly allergic to mushrooms.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Well washed and maintained, looks very soft. It is usually kept loose. On rare occasions, it will be tied back to keep it from getting in his face while he works.

USUAL FACE LOOK : Annoyed, irritated, and angry.

USUAL CLOTHING: Does not have much of a closet - or he does, and he prefers to wear the same thing everyday. Garishly long white robes, tight black pants, black high-heeled boots, and a black eyepatch.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Drowning, being buried alive, being alone, being forgotten, losing his friends and family, powerlessness.

ASPIRATION/S: To correct his many mistakes, and hopefully become on good terms with his family. Or at least speaking terms.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Protective, inquisitive, friend to the poor man. He *does* know how to have fun, I swear.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Almost constantly annoyed or irritated at something; power-hungry; selfish; will not hesitate to throw anyone under him when it comes to gaining new power and knowledge.

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric / Melancholic

SOUL TYPE/S: 16% Educator / 15% Thinker / 12% Leader

ANIMAL/S: Falcon.

VICE HABIT/S: Alcoholism, Self-Martyrdom

FAITH: Halone, apparently.

GHOSTS?: Believes in them to a degree.

AFTERLIFE?: Kind of?

REINCARNATION?: A more plausible and sensible option after death.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Absolutely loathes people of noble birth, unless proven themselves to *not* be assholes. Stays on the side of the poor man, and will fight for their rights.

EDUCATION LEVEL: While he doesn’t know everything, he does know a lot for someone who’s education level is “I learned how to read”. There were no schools for him to attend as a child, so he learned through experience, traveling, and reading.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Adelnard Voilinaut

MOTHER : Genevieve Voilinaut

SIBLINGS : He is the eldest of 9 - here’s a list.

EXTENDED FAMILY: He has a lot of children and extended family members, and here’s a list as well!

NAME MEANING/S: Based off the Common, Eorzean, name, Maximillion - which means “Greatest Rival”. (Also I just used the random name generator and went “what a cool ass name” until I learned how to pronounce it.)

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None, in-game.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Will never admit it, but thoroughly enjoys raunchy romance novels. Good luck finding his collection.

DEITY: Halone.

HOLIDAY: The Starlight Celebration. It gives him a reason to (begrudgingly - to keep up appearances) give gifts to people.

MONTH: Likely the 6th Umbral Moon (December)- not only the month of his favorite holiday and season; but it was the month he met Caromont as well.

SEASON: Winter.

PLACE: Says Ishgard, but really wherever his family and friends are.

WEATHER: Loves snow, maybe not blizzards, but definitely show showers.

SOUND / S: Silence, tea kettle boiling, pages of books flipping.

SCENT / S: Coerthan cedar; Dravanian Lilies; Furymint.

TASTE / S: Furymint, black tea - lots of salt.

FEEL / S: Wool and mink. Sanded down and polished wood; cold stone.

ANIMAL / S: Likes animals, will not own any. Falcons are his favorite.

NUMBER: 3,582. Specific, but there’s a reason behind it.

COLORS: White, blue, gold.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Magic and all things magical in nature; the ability to learn new things quickly.

BAD AT: Focusing on anything that is not studying or interesting to him; cooking; can’t swim; bad at dealing with people - even worse if the person is upset.

TURN ONS: Major turn ons include having his hair pulled on, and being embarrassed in public or in front of others. He is attracted to intelligence and someone he can lean on; being attractive is a plus.

TURN OFFS: Needy, or greedy for his attention. Displays low intelligence in situations that do not call for it. Sexually, does not like preforming oral - does not like mouth stuff, whatsoever.

HOBBIES: Reading, teaching, studying new things, traveling/adventuring.

TROPES: Jerk with a Heart of Gold; Big Ego, Hidden Depths; Villain with Good Publicity

QUOTES:

“He is not yours to burn - get out, GET OUT!”

“I have not felt such exhilaration in years…”

“I am not stupid, I am mad. You were a fool to trust me in the first place.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : It would probably be one of those villain origin stories, either of his life growing up; or it would be him slowly going mad - like my Memories!AU. It would be very dark, definitely an R movie, maybe even something horror-esque. As for titles? /shrug I’m no good with those.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : Definitely piano, organ, and harpsichord based. Maybe a little violin and cello. Something soft and somewhat haunting.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : Ha... ha... I don’t want to admit that it gave me a reason to be mean to people lmao. I’m generally a super nice person, a people pleaser, and a rug that everyone walks over. Max’s character was supposed to reflect a couple of things - if I handled my guilt worse than I have irl, and if he were the sarcastic, rude, bastard I have no heart to be.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : ^^ The above. Max was originally supposed to be young, naive, clumsy, and an anxiety ridden mess; and for the love of god, do not get me started on his original design. He became the opposite of those things, and Lothaire took up the mantle of his original personality.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Max is an absolute fucking asshat that can’t let things be. Let dead things be dead, kind of thing. Can’t move on. He will definitely step on his friends and family if it meant gaining more power.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : The guilt of believing that we are the cause of the death to a loved one. I’m pretty sure I handled it better. We also have a lot of internalized rage.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : lmao, he probably hates me. I *am* the source of all of his angst and anger, tbh. His life has been a mess and it is literally all my fault.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : Caromont, Shango, and Amarice - definitely. All three are people who push his ability to be a better person.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Max is one of those characters that everyday is inspiration for him - it’s just finding the motivation to write. He’s not necessarily my longest running XIV character, but he is certainly one of my favorites to RP.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A while - I lost motivation, forgot it was in my drafts, then got it done during my entire shift at work lmao.

A big ol’ shoutout to @shangomango and @amarice-sovald for their characters and helping shape Max into what he is today.

#tagged answers #about: Maximiloix Voilinaut #the cold truth: tagged

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7deadlycinderellas · 5 years

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The Starks at War, ch4

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Only Robb manages to get home for the memorial.

He manages to grab a leave pass when what has happened becomes known. Jon isn’t as lucky, “not immediate family”, apparently.

It’s small, it has to be. There are too many who have died to take up all the time with theirs. It’s not like they even have his remains to bury, just a stone with a name. There are lots of well-wishers who come to Winterfell though. Even though the Stark family hadn’t owned land outside Winterfell in generations, Ned had a reputation for generosity, for integrity, and most of all, for his friendship.

Bran and Catelyn had sobbed openly. Robb had raged, angry at the Germans, angry at the RAF for not letting Jon be here, angry at the bomb. Arya had simply sat silently, seemingly numb.

Robb hadn’t even been able to stay the night. The RAF needed him back, trying to keep up with the Luftwaffe bombers.

Sansa had jumped on a train as soon as she could after the headmistress had come up to the door holding the telegram with a grim face.

It had been no good. The bombs had badly damaged the tracks outside London. She had slept in the train station for three days until it could be cleared up. When she finally got home, the memorial had already finished, so she simply pays her respects, stops to hug her mother, and again departs.

On the train ride back, she reads about the City of Benares. It had been on the way to Canada, carrying nearly a hundred children being evacuated, when it had been torpedoed. Such is the world now.

And the bombings continue.

The coast has begun to receive a bit of a break now that the Germans seemed to focused so wholly on London.

Letters pile up. Jon’s are extensive, he sends notes to everyone, all written separately.

He tells Arya that the RAF are doing everything they can to avenge Ned’s death.

He tries to distract Bran with anecdotes about his plane.

He tells Sansa of the English Channel from above, how it looks so blue from a distance, as smooth as glass, except when it’s not, when the tides and waves kick up so much it looks as though it could swallow a ship whole.

He apologizes to Catelyn over and over. She’s never been cruel to him, but she’s never been entirely able to treat him entirely as her own. The little things, that he’s sure she doesn’t realize. But he tells her again and again, how good Ned was to him, how much he appreciates the two of them having taken him in, for all they’ve done for him.

Meera’s letters are incredibly heartfelt, but also sound like they were written under pressure. While the coast has gotten a bit of a break, the bombs haven’t stopped falling and her days drag on and on.

And of course, right before the bombings started, was when the government added tea to the list of foods being rationed. As if bacon, butter, meat, milk, cheese, sugar, cooking oil and sweets weren’t enough.

Catelyn didn’t feel like her nerves would ever settle, but when the sky awoke with a roar that drowned out the empty echo in her heart, she would have appreciated a cup of tea.

One of the cooks at Sansa’s school grows mint leaves in the window, dries and grinds them up before steeping them in water. It somewhat, somehow, resembles tea. It’s something.

Something to keep Sansa from feeling even more alone.

Margaery finished school last spring. Sansa had thought she would still be at Highgarden, just over the hill, but in July, Margaery had received a job offer from a friend of her grandmother’s, working with someone in the war office in London, doing translations.

London is in a state, I’ve never seen anything like it. Every day I walk to work past some other building that won’t be there the next day. Even the theaters, the department stores, the museums. Things that were once such a source of beauty are now dour and gray. I know you love the countryside as I do, but cities are something special, and I so hate to see this happen to London.

My work place is in a small office on Baker Street. I can’t imagine what Sherlock Holmes would think of it now. Christmas comes, though it hardly feels like it. Sansa can’t make it home again, and deep down, she’s not sure she would be able to make herself anyway. She walks to the Tyrells’ on Christmas Eve, to say hello to Olenna. And to try and sate the loneliness that has come over her.

She has good timing. Margaery’s managed to visit for Christmas, but only for two days, before she must return to London. Her dark curls are limp and her smile looks pulled tight, but she hugs Sansa all the same.

“I was so scared that when I came home something else would have been destroyed, “ she admits.

“We see planes fly over here all the time,” Sansa tells her, “And the fields are full of debris from the fights. There have been a few fires, but-”

She doesn’t have to say it. There’s not much out here for the Germans to want to destroy.

“When you finish your leaving certificate, you should write me in London,” Margaery tells her as she walks her to the train station on Boxing Day. “One of the men in my office’s ears perked up when I mentioned your name.”

“My name?” Sansa asks confused. She knows that the Starks are an old family, but she’s certainly never encountered anyone who wished to speak to her solely because of who she was.

“Next time you right your mother, ask her if she remembers a Petyr Baelish.”

Christmas comes to Winterfell too.

The Reed’s pond doesn’t freeze over in December, so for Christmas, Jojen rows out and manages to fish up three small cod. Hot Pie hoards his egg rations three weeks in a row, and together with some potatoes from the Stark’s garden, manages to live up to his name and produce a somewhat respectable stargazy pie. He insists it doesn’t taste right without bacon. Bran and Gilly eye it with suspicion, not entirely sure about eating something that looks back at them.

The bombs still fall, even over Christmas. In November, Coventry had nearly been wiped off the map, and letters from Robb and Jon say Manchester and Liverpool have been taking the brunt leading up to the holiday.

They set up the tree, though there are no bells on Christmas morning, and only handmade gifts. On Christmas morning, Arya and Bran sit beside the tree, read aloud to Rickon and Weasel, and miss their father terribly.

Arya doesn’t even notice when she turns sixteen. It rains heavily that day, she spends it inside, knitting what must be the world’s ugliest socks.

Bran has insisted that Gilly and Catelyn teach him to knit as well, so that he can be of some practical use when they’re all stuck in the cellar. His socks are nearly as ugly as Arya’s.

Robb and Jon assure both of them in their letters that the socks are appreciated. Even Arya’s, Jon jests, could be handy as impromptu bandages. Meera just asks why the women’s services never seem to get any of those piles of socks knitted by housewives.

“I don’t understand how you haven’t gone mad,” Arya comments one day. Bran has just celebrated making his first sock with no weird bumps.

“Knitting isn’t that awful,” Bran says, poking her with a needle. “Mother taught you when you were seven.”

Arya looks down at her lap at her own needles.

“And somehow, you’re still better at it than me. And it’s not the knitting. I’m going mad enough not being out there, beside Jon and Robb. Fighting the enemy, avenging Father, helping all of this be over.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to leave home.”

Arya squeezes her eyes shut, willing the tears to remain inside. She still hasn’t honestly apologized to Sansa for what she said. Their letters are cool and impersonal.

“I can’t sit still. If I try to be still, it makes my mind run wild. Winterfell won’t be truly home again until everyone is back and okay. Until then…”

She trails off.

“I would join the services if I could.”

“You’re only sixteen.”

Arya crosses her arms and presses the tips of her fingernails into her arms, just hard enough to leave a mark.

“I could join up now with parents permission.”

“Mother would never let you.”

Arya laughs roughly, fingers gently soothing the half-moon shapes she’s scratched into her skin.

“I wish she would. I’d give anything for her to. But why should she? She’s just lost her husband, her eldest son is out risking his life, why would she let her rash, angry, uncontrollable youngest daughter run off and risk hers too?”

The two of them are quiet for a long time.

“You asked me how I could stand it,” Bran starts quietly, “I didn’t have a choice. The day I fell, all my dreams suddenly fell too. I couldn’t be a pilot, I couldn’t even climb a tree anymore. You think I wanted to end up sitting in a cellar knitting socks? There was nothing I could do about it. I had to find other dreams. The books you brought me always helped.”

Arya smiles.

“The adventures we would never have.”

“Remember years ago before Father sold Dancer and built the garage where the stables were? When we used to play knights and ladies?”

“And Father told us knights didn’t ride through the wilds of America and ladies didn’t secretly carry rifles under their skirts?”

“I think it would be more fun if they did,” Bran admits. “I think maybe that’s my dream now, to come up with all the impossible things, and write them down for others. The way Jon writes to us about flying, I almost feel like I’ve been up there myself.”

“You could write books, you could write all the books from where you are. You draw a bunch, you could do comics. Or host radio shows.”

They both laugh a bit.

“You should come with me to the first aid station with the guides next week, it’s just the one in the village. It would give you something to do outside the house. And it really does do good for people.”

The station in the village mostly deals with children. While no bombs have detonated over the village, there have been mines and munitions, dropped as if rubbish, doting the entire countryside. Every once and awhile, a child will play too close, or decide to poke one with a stick.

Bran’s first patient is a little boy who decided to do just that, and suffered burns over his entire right arm. Truly, he was lucky it was just that, Arya thought. Last week, the ambulance crew had had to go out and scrape up the remains of a boy who hadn’t been so lucky.

Bran wonders if Arya said something to their mother about him feeling trapped, because sometime after, Catelyn calls him into the study and insists on showing him all the important papers and ledgers and accounts.

“With Robb gone, it may fall to you to act as the heir.”

Heir? That’s not a word Bran has ever given any thought to whatsoever. Cripple aside, he’s only fourteen years old. But Catelyn insists.

She’s spent so much time on the phone since September, keeping up with Robert and making sure he doesn’t, through malice or negligence, end up cutting them out of what the factory produces. It’s taken so much out of her, but she must endure. All of them must.

When spring comes, and her final exams looming, Sansa stops to consider her future.

Every bone in her body longs to return home, but she cannot. Seems strange that in the beginning of the school year she so desperately wanted to leave. She thinks of Winterfell, without Jon or Robb, or Father, and it just doesn’t seem like her home anymore.

She clutches the letter she’d just received from her mother in one hand. Petyr Baelish was a childhood friend, back home in Suffolk. I’m afraid I haven’t spoken to him in years, though if he thinks his office may have work for you, I should remedy that. This time two years ago, Sansa had hoped to appeal to her parents. She hoped she would be able to have a Season, to be introduced to society. To go to great parties and meet important people. To be allowed the opportunity to meet a man and fall in love and marry and have a wonderful life.

That was what was supposed to be happening to her. Now she was hoping to be allowed to take a job, in an office far from home, doing god’s knows what. But here she is.

The bombing raids finally start to slow in May, following Sansa’s eighteenth birthday.

Meera’s letters start coming more often again. It was a break enough when the day raids slowed first. I’m not sure how long it will be until I can sleep normal hours again. I’m not on guns anymore though. I can’t talk about what I’m doing now though, it’s seriously top secret. Lets just say, make sure to eat your carrots. Well at least that parts not hard. Every single week it seems like something more is rationed, or something that’s not rationed is nowhere to be found. The garden is flowering again, and invaluable.

One afternoon, around a pot of carrot soup, the conversation has somehow turned to the first thing everyone wants to eat the most when this is all over.

“I’m going to make myself a chicken pie. All white meat, cooked until it just falls apart in your mouth. Veggies super tender, and only the thickest gravy.” Hot Pie is the first to respond.

“I miss bacon and eggs the most,” Bran admits.

“Even toast with jam would be amazing now,” Jojen interjects.

“A slice of cake, one of those soft lemon ones Cook used to always make for Sansa’s birthday. And a glass of milk with it,” is Arya’s answer.

“We never had much in London,” Gilly admits, “But sometimes on Sunday, I could whip up a good beef stew.”

“And tea with everything,” Hot Pie adds. They can all agree to that.

Sansa returns home for only a week before she’s set to head back for London. She doesn’t look like Bran and Arya remember her really. Her hair is still cut short, tucked neatly under her hat. She has shed both her school uniform and the pastel frocks she’d favored as a child. The day she leaves she’s dressed in a neat dark blue suit underneath her dark green wool overcoat. She’s kept everything in perfect shape. Even clothing is being rationed now.

The last night before she leaves, she finds Arya at one end of the dinner table reading a letter. Bran is at the other end, helping Gilly write a letter, they’re both far enough away to not easily hear what the two of them are saying.

“From Gendry?” Sansa asks softly.

Arya nods in return.

“What’s he got to say?”

Arya eyes her, before turning her attention back to the paper and reading. Something’s big happened. One day we were just doing the usual, looking for and shooting U-boats, when suddenly we capture one and everyone goes nuts. I don’t know what’s up, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you anyway. Sometimes I think the military just enjoys keeping people in the dark for the fun of it, but I think this one might be serious.

We all had 24 hours shore leave the day we got back to port. It’s been so long on that ship that my sea legs feel like my real legs and I stumbled when they hit the ground. The other men had a go at me for it of course, they always do. Some of them are alright most of the time, but I’m not sure I would call any of them friends. I’m too stubborn I guess, you always told me that. And when we have leave, they always take off in search of local girls. I ended up finding a cinema in town that was showing a Chaplin film, so at least the day wasn’t a total wash.

I wonder what being in a submarine is like. We’ve torpedoed so many of them I just have to think about it. I don’t think I could reread 20,000 Leagues after all of this. When Arya finishes, she notices Sansa looking at her oddly.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

The two sit in silence for a while. They try not to eavesdrop on Bran and Gilly, who is apparently writing to a Sam. She has only mentioned him offhand before, but he must important to her if she named Little Sam for him.

“Do you know what you’ll be doing in London?” Arya finally asks.

“Margaery says its mostly typing and checking other people’s translations, but men come by and ask everyone weird questions a lot.”

Arya nods solemnly.

“You know, “ Sansa starts before her voice breaks and she has to try again. “You know Winterfell is where I came from. I would never abandon it.”

Arya looks at her, not in a way she’d expect, but says.

“That’s good to know.”

The next morning, Sansa leaves, and neither sister is quite sure what to make of the other anymore.

Later in the summer, everyone at Winterfell is woken by a telegram.

Telegrams, in a time of war, are a thing to be feared.

Not Robb, Arya thinks. Not Jon either.

And it’s not.

Arya joins her mother on the bus to the hospital over the county line in Dorset.

“Why were we even informed? Shouldn’t the telegram have gone to his father?”

“Balon Greyjoy died last year.” Catelyn replies, her lips tight, “I never really knew what Theon thought of us, especially since he left Winterfell as soon as he could...but I guess he thought enough of us.”

“Does he have any other family left?”

“His sister Asha. Robb called her as soon as he heard. She’s already there, she got word before the official notification was sent. Injuries don’t get the same priority as deaths.”

Arya has grown used to the gray curtains of the first aid stations she has frequented, and the sounds and smells that go along with them; blood and disinfectant. The hospital is more of the same, with the addition of solid walls and the sounds of squeaky linen cart wheels and the injured presence of someone she knows.

Arya has vague memories of Asha Greyjoy, who had visited her brother a few times over the years. Still thin and narrow-faced, sitting beside her brother’s bed, she looks much the same as Arya remembers, though with a few fewer pimples.

And Theon…

Theon had been in North Africa. It hadn’t been much, just a single mine…

They’d had to amputate both his feet. The burns were more extensive, covering most of his lower body. His hand too are burned, though not as bad. The nurse says it’s likely from him attempting to grab something that had burned. The flesh was wrapped in bandages, but with the edges, pink, leathered, just peeking out. He doesn’t speak, Asha tells them he’s still pretty doped up with morphine.

It’s bad enough that they’re transferring him to a nursing home that day, one that specializes in burn care. He’ll be stuck there, with only the nurses and the other men with the same sort of injuries. Arya stays to help, but Catelyn says that she has business to attend to before she leaves the building to catch up with them.

“I’m going to go talk to the matron. I need contact information for the WVS chapter from this hospital. The one from Hampshire should be merging now that the coast isn’t being roughed up so much.”

“Has...has he woken up at all?” Arya asks, when she helps Asha and the nurse transfer Theon into the wheelchair and they begin to push it outside to where the facility transfer shuttle is.

She’s never been close to Theon. Despite his presence at Winterfell, he was really only Robb’s friend. Even Jon often found his brash, vulgar nature off-putting. But seeing him like this...he’s a shell of himself. He barely seems at all the boy Arya knew before.

“Only a little,” Asha tells her, “And he didn’t say much, it was mostly yelling and cursing.”

“There usually is.”

“Thinking of going into nursing?”

Arya laughs. “The Girl Guides do lots of first aid. I don’t think I’d have the patience to do it professionally.”

And she’s not sure the smell and sound would ever let her sleep again, if she was around it day-in, day-out, she thinks to herself.

“You should think about what you want to do, they’ve been talking about conscripting women soon too.”

Conscripting. Arya’s brain stutters wildly.

“I-I would have actually joined up by now, the WAAF most likely, but I’m not even seventeen, Mother would never give me permission.”

The stop where the van shuttle leaves is nearly a half mile down the hill. There’s another nurse who helps them get Theon into the back, and strap him in while still in the chair. Arya knows the motions, having helped Bran get into Father’s car on occasion, but having to avoid even brushing Theon’s other injuries is difficult.

“The military? Really? Can’t say you ever struck me as the kind for chanting and marching and ranks. Unless you’ve really come a long way from the tree-climber with selective hearing.”

Arya feels her pride, such as it was, prickle upwards in her chest.

“Well what will you be doing to do your part?”

Asha pulls a card from her pocketbook and hands it to her.

“My father used to have men working ferrying coal up north. I apparently couldn’t be trusted to inherit the mine, that went to my uncle, but I got his barges. I’ve been striking a deal to move everything, coal, steel, all kinds of supplies, up and down the canals. Everywhere, Birmingham, London, Manchester. The roads are blocked all the time, the railways eat coal. Someone has to keep the power on. I just need crew.”

She reaches out and squeezes Arya’s upper arm.

“I need girls of a strong constitution, none of these soft city girls who have never done a day’s work. Crewing a barge takes strength. You could join us. Help us keep the country running and the lights on.”

Arya’s head is swimming, swimming with possibilities. She was strong, she could row, it would be-

She freezes, hearing a tinny sound, like a bee buzzing in her ear, but so far off...

Then there’s an explosion, and the ground shakes beneath her.

She stumbles to the ground. She must have hit something, because blood drips down one of her cheeks. The shock wave have been enough that the windows of the shuttle van have blown out. She hears the nurse checking Theon over inside, and feels Asha grab her by the arm and pull her to her feet.

She knows the hospital is on fire before she even turns around. Her nose now pricks at even the slightest smell of smoke.

When she pulls away from Asha and turns to run, is when she sees. The top of the building has caved in, a ragged hole where it used to be. She hears a voice screaming.

The tiny conscious part of her mind thinks, I knew it was a stupid idea to mark hospital roofs. Why would the Germans care if they were targeting innocents?

The rest of her mind is screaming. A dull part of her realizes the screams she hears is herself.

Mother, is the first word she consciously can make herself say. It comes out soft, like a prayer.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #gendrya #breera #sansaery #fic

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code red ! we’ve received word that VIVIENNE NEVRAKIS has entered the building. the twenty nine year old is a mechanic, specialising in driving/drag racing and combat. we know for certain that she’s adroit and stoic, but more importantly, she’s resigned and recalcitrant. keep a close eye on her.

- THE BASICS.

full name: vivienne athena nevrakis date of birth: january 19th, 1989 age: twenty nine star sign: capricorn profession: mechanic/getaway driver for heists and cons codename: alecto alignment: true neutral mbti: istp spoken languages: greek, english mother’s name: andrea nevrakis nee. constantinou father’s name: sirius nevrakis siblings, if any: nikos nevrakis, seventeen (deceased) height: 5’8” hair colour: brown eye colour: brown

- BACKSTORY.

vivienne was born in plaka, athens where she lived until she was nineteen years old. growing up amongst the ruins of an ancient society may have proved inspiring to some, but it only ever served as a reminder to her just how little they really had. money was always short at home, her father was getting old and was managing less hours at the local mechanics their uncle owned and so it was often up to viv and her best friend aleksy to bring in extra where they could for both their families. working together to provide as the eldest children by selling souvenirs to tourists, ones they later conned, offering to fix anything from watch’s to bike chains and for viv - drag racing.

further education was far beyond the small wage she was now making at her uncle’s shop, so she learned as much as she could from the men who passed through and the mechanics there. she fixed up her first car at sixteen with the help of aleksy and by the following summer she had it down to a science, winning more street races through athens than she lost and began to bring in significant money for home, which she of course split between her and aleksy. there was the occasional spell in a jail cell overnight, but the police officers were all men who had served with her father during their enlistment and often let her off with a warning. they all knew she’d face punishment enough at home when her mother got to yelling anyway.

it was that extra money that bought nikos his first bike at seventeen. nothing above average, merely a project for him to work on and something viv had been thrilled to give him. at the time. that joy was shortlived and soon turned to absolute horror when the unthinkable happened. in the early hours of a december morning, nik’s body was found bloodied and bruised amongst that very same smashed up bike. a spot now marked by a cross and ever burning candle to join the rows of others that litter seemingly every road. something in vivienne broke then, and she turned her back on all she knew and left it all behind.

in the years that followed, viv took off and travelled through europe, meeting accomplices that she would use in her next life. pulling off small heists as a getaway driver, sending cheques back home in the post and sleeping around. all her past responsibilities forgotten in the haze of this new way off life. she likely would have spent many years more doing exactly that, had another tragedy not called her back home to athens with the death of her father. his health had been in steady decline since the loss of his son and disappearance of his remaining daughter. there were whispers of a broken heart, but viv was not inclined to believe something that childish. it had been old age and stress that had claimed him in the end.

after the funeral, athens only continued to haunt her and the call of a life freer than this one only grew stronger, but her ageing mother couldn’t be left abandoned. it was time to get out. greece was crumbling in the aftermath of recession and there was nothing left for them anymore. it was sheer luck ( and the very last of it ) that brought her childhood friend and partner aleksy back into her life with a way out. he had landed an engineering job overseas in new york and was shipping his family out in a fortnight, and there was room for two more add ons if she needed it. the decision was made and at twenty four she packed up her old life for good.

america was good to her for a while. she had a decent job at a reputable mechanics and was studying engineering part time at the local college. aleksy’s wages were more than enough to cover the living costs for them all and viv even found room to breathe once more. old friendships were reignited, only now they were grown adults with matured minds and a deeper understanding for all the other had ever done for them. friendship bloomed to love and viv swearing to stand by her first partner in crime for good. when she found out she was pregnant at twenty seven and was engaged soon after, no part of her wanted to run, she was ready for the next adventure. with a baby on the way, a wedding to plan, and an engineering degree on her belt, vivienne truly believed her cursed past to be behind her.

nikos aleksy nevrakis was born premature. sent into early labour after a freak accident at work left her fiance dead. life cut short with no goodbyes and leaving vivienne with a newborn baby and two families to provide for. she accepted that day, holding her son in her arms, that there was to be no happy ending for her. somewhere along the way, her life had been cursed, and all she could hope for now was a better ending for her precious son.

everything vivienne does now is for her two year old son nikos. turning her back on dreams of her own garage for now, and focusing on earning enough to provide for not just her own little family, but for aleksy’s too where she can. she has since joined a heist crew and now hopes for the day where she can pull off a big enough job and settle up for good. but beyond that? it’s just about getting through the day.

#! * INTRODUCTIONS.#! * INTRODUCTION / vivienne nevrakis.#tw death

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