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awriterofdivinedreams · 1 year

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Name Meanings/Etymologies of Devil May Cry Characters

Classic Devil May Cry Canon A: Agnus - lamb Alice - noble, of nobility Alex Lowell - to defend, to protect | young wolf Alyssa Martin - rational, noble | warlike, of Mars, warrior Amanda - worthy to be loved Angelina Hagel - messenger of god | farm Arius - warlike, devoted to Ares Arkham - happy

B: Beryl - colour of the sea Bobby - bright fame, shining glory Butler - servant in charge of the wine cellar

C: Carlo - man, free man Cindy - light Chen the Cannibal - dawn, morning, great, tremendous Christopher Lowell - bearer of Christ | young wolf Claude - lame, disabled Credo - I believe

D: Dante - enduring, steadfast, lasting Ducas - leader, to guide, general

E: Elena Huston - bright, shining light | hugh's town, settlement on the hill Elise - oath of God, God is satisfaction Ernest - serious, determined Enzo Ferino - home ruler | iron Eva - life, living one

F: Fredi - peaceful ruler

G: Gloria - glory Grue - shiver, shudder

I: Isaac - he will laugh

J: J.D. Morrison - son of the dark-skinned Jeffrey Turner - pledge of peace, district, traveler | lathe worker Jessica - to see before, god beholds, to behold Joe - he will add Julio - youthful, youth, downy bearded

K: Kalina Ann - viburnum tree, to make red-hot | grace, mercy, favour Kerry Marcus - dark, dark-haired | warlike, dedicated to Mars Kyle - narrow, strait, channel Kyrie - lord

L: Lady - noble, bread kneader Lucia - light Lynn Marcus - lake | warlike, dedicated to Mars

M: "Mad Dog" Denvers - crazy, insane | canine | green valley Margaret - pearl Mary - bitter, beloved, drop of the sea Matier - friend, friendly Michel - who is like God Mike Hagel - who is like God | farm

N: Nell Goldstein - bright, shining light, weaver, merciful, god is my light | gold stone, touchstone Nero - black, strong, powerful Nesty - place to sit down, pure, chaste Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein - victory of the people | gold stone, touchstone Nina Lowell - little girl | young wolf

P: Patty Lowell - noble, patrician | young wolf Patty Lowell (heiress) - noble, patrician | young wolf Paul - small, little, humble

R: Rock Goldstein - crag | gold stone, touchstone Roy Martin - king, red, redhead | warlike, of Mars, warrior

S: Sally - princess, noblewoman Santa Claus - saint, holy | victory of the people Sanctus - holy Simon - he has heard, flat-nosed Soldier “Crew Cut” - mercenary | short-length haircut Solemnis - annual, ceremonial, religiously fixed Sparda - sword, simple, frugal

T: Tiki - hope, waterfall, image Tim - to honour

V: V “Vitale” - Roman numeral for five | life giving, lively Vergil - flourishing Vincent - to conquer

X: χ (Chi) - christ, Greek numeral for six hundred

BOSSES and/or DEMONS

A: Abigail - father's joy Argosax - bright, shining Agni - fire, flame Artemis - butcher, safe

B: Bael - lord, master Balrog - demon of might Baul - snail, slow like a snail Beastheads - wild animal | top of body, leader, ruler Belphagor - lord of the gap, lord of the opening Beowulf - bee wolf, war wolf, bear Berial - worthless Bolverk - evildoer, worker of evil Bradley - broad meadow Brian Lowell - noble, high, hill, strong | young wolf

C: Cavaliere Angelo - knight, horseman, rider | messenger of god Cerberus - hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

D: Dagon - grain, fish Demon of Capulet City - spirit | hat | citizen Demon of Morris Island - spirit | dark-skinned | watery land Director - to guide Doppelganger - double-goer, double-walker

E: Echidna - snake, viper Elder Geryon Knight - old | earth | boy, youth, servant

F: Freki - greedy, ravenous Frost - to freeze Furiataurus - fury of the bull, furious bull

G: Geri - rules with a spear, greedy Geryon - earth Gigapede - giant foot Gilgamesh - the ancestor is a hero Gilver - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

Gilbert - bright pledge

Goliath - to uncover, reveal, running, destroyer Griffon - curved, bent

H: Hell Vanguard - to cover, conceal | before guard

I: Infested Chopper - to attack, hostile | helicopter Infested Tank - to attack, hostile | reservoir of water

J: Jester - reciter of romances, minstrel Jokatgulm - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

K: King Cerberus - ruler | hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

L: Leviathan - to twist, coiled

M: Machiavelli - bad little nail Mad Hatter - crazy, insane | maker of hoods, maker of cowls Malphas - mischief Modeus [Asmodeus] - wrathful spirit, demon of wrath Mundus - world

N: Nefascapitis - head of sin, head of violation of divine law Nefasturris - tower of sin, tower of violation of divine law Nefasvermis - worm of sin, worm of violation of divine law Nelo Angelo - black, strong, powerful | messenger of god Nevan - little saint, little holy one Nidhogg - malice striker Nightmare - a female demon suffocates sleepers Nina Lowell (demon) - little girl | young wolf Noctpteran - night wing

O: Orangguerra - war orangutan

P: Phantom - an apparition, specter Plesio - near, close Plutonian - relating to wealth, relating to riches Pride - brave, pomp, valiant Priest - one who leads cattle

Q: Qliphoth - husks, empty shells

R: Red Eye - airplane flight that deprives travelers of sleep, raw and inferior whiskey Rudra - howler, roarer, to cry

S: Sara - princess, noblewoman Secretary - one entrusted with secrets Sid - wide Sloth - indolence, slowness, laziness

T: Tartarussian - relating to a deep pit Tateobesu - vertical, length, height | fat, stout, plump The Savior - the one who saves others Trismagia - three magicians

U: Urizen - your reason, to limit

W: White Rabbit - bright, shine | young rabbit

Ninja Theory's DmC: Devil May Cry Canon

A: Assiel - created by god

B: Bob Barbas - bright fame, shining glory | beard, uncle, stammering

D: Dante (DmC) - enduring, steadfast, lasting

E: Eva (DmC) - life, living one

H: Hollow Dante - empty place | enduring, steadfast, lasting Hollow Kat - empty place | pure, clear Hollow Vergil - empty place | flourishing Hunter - one who chases wild animals

K: Kat - pure, clear

L: Lilith - spirit of the night

M: Mundus (DmC) - world Mundus's Spawn - world | to spread out, expand

P: Phineas - mouth of brass, dark skinned, serpent's mouth

S: Sparda (DmC) - sword, simple, frugal Succubus - to lie beneath

V: Vergil (DmC) - flourishing

#Devil May Cry #Dante Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Nero Sparda #Eva Sparda #Sparda #Patty Lowell #Lady DMC #Trish Sparda #Too lazy to add more character tags #The written word #Tis mine #Helpful tips #I make lists when I'm bored #Name Meanings #Word Etymologies #Writer’s Random Research #nicoletta goldstein

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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Official OC Ships

FOUNDERS ERA

Brunhilda of Cologne x Mathilde Coventry [ @camillejeaneshphm ] x Lachlann Doherty [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Henriette of Wessex x Frederick of Kent [ @that-scouse-wizard ]

Sancha Delgado x Betwixt, Monarch of the Changelings [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Luxia Thorne x Evander Mountmorris [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

next gen;

Dayana of Glasgow x Sam Doherty [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Odalric the Red x Matilda of Essex

Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant [ @cursedvaultss ]

THE RISING ERAS

Matteo Somerset x Sancia D'Este

Ipolytta Howard x Thomas Somerset x Drystan Gaunt [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

HPHL

Primrose Gray x Malcolm Stolberg-Burke [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Cecilia Balinor x Lavinia Wakefield [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Jesse Seymour x Nadia Erbland [ @gcldensnitch ]

Beatrice Brown x Orla Atkinson [ @nightmaresart ]

Blanche Dubois x Lionel Astor [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Ernest di Napoli x Abigail Bennett [ @mjs-oc-corner ]

Adonis Demiurgos x Minerva Kennedy [ @unfortunate-arrow ]

Marcellus Thorne x Victoria Montgomery [ @nightmaresart ]

Nilufer Sultan x Simon Battersea [ @unfortunate-arrow ]

Phineas Falcon x Hestia Herron [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Emmeline Falcon x Abraham Alden [ @cursed-herbalist ]

Sara Rosier x Carmine Elderberry [ @potionboy3 ]

Lihuan Wei x Noelle Brenton [ @magicallymalted ]

Lucie Cromwell x Thane Greenaway [ @potionboy3 ]

Ambrose Cromwell x Melinda Ives [ @kathrynalicemc ]

FBAWTFT

Jude Dubois x Caspar Brokenshire [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Vincent Somerset x Margaret Taylor [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Enya Thorne x Robert Astor

Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy x Iolanthe Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]

Albert Rosier x Ruth Marchmont [ @potionboy3 ]

RIDDLE ERA

Elodie Dubois x Lyubomir Vulchanov [ @magicallymalted ]

Lawrence Somerset x Millicent Abbott

MARAUDER’S ERA

Denise Shannon x Remus Lupin

Delphine Vixen x Bessilyn Quinn [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Sybil Vixen x Valentina de Valerio [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Rue Selwyn x Regulus Black

HPHM

Isabelle Dubois x Penny Haywood

Valentina Somerset x Caiden Solace [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Semele Thorne x Kaari Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]

GOLDEN ERA

Rocío Gallardo x Trinity Reynolds [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Almudena Gallardo x Neville Longbottom

Jimena Gallardo x Jebron Perphyra [ @nicos-oc-hell ]

HPMA

Mary Ann Von Deyne x Gabrielle Blanchet [ @nightmaresart ]

Harry Seymour x Savannah Bradford [ @mjs-oc-corner ]

Lennox Arcano-Thorne x TBD [ @gcldensnitch ]

Diana Somerset x Tiberius Dormer

Shreya Battersea-Parsons x John Arthur [ @potionboy3 ] x Kevin Farrell

NON-HP OCS

Lady Marie Beauchamp x Eloise Bridgerton

Lisbeth Foy x Ada Thorne

Esmeralda Yakovsdotter x Genya Safin

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clovermunson · 2 years

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something told me to make another Erbigail moodboard, so i did and i just ran with it😌

the wonderful Ernest belongs to the equally wonderful @endlessly-cursed!💕

#i like to imagine that this is at the time of their engagement #idk i just get the vibes??#also it’s helping inspire me to finish the ficlet for them #hphl #hogwarts legacy #erbigail #ernest x abigail #other people’s ocs #ernest di napoli #abigail bennett #mutuals: noe💕#my moodboards

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bryclahela · 5 years

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let them be happy forever

#meda live blogs #desire and decorum #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #pb #ernest sinclaire x abigail miller #abigail miller #mr sinclaire

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askchoices · 6 years

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Yours Sincerely. (Sinclaire x MC)

A/N: This book is doing things to me and making me feel so strongly that I’m writing damn fics for it now. I have an idea of where I want this to go and if enough people like it I may turn it into a series. We’ll see!

Summary: After the races and receiving the terrible news of her father’s health, the Lady of Edgewater pens a letter of her own.

After receiving the news of her father’s worsening illness, Rose wasted no time. She offered whatever words of comfort she could spare to her grandmother, ignoring the ever growing pit in her own stomach. When she deemed that her grandmother was stable Rose hastily made her way to her chambers and signaled for Briar to follow. With the doors firmly latched she turned to her friend.

“I fear my father is dying.” She took great care to steady her resolve and keep her voice even. Briar’s face immediately fell and she wrapped her dearest friend in her arms.

“I had only just heard mention of it from Mr. Woods right before you came to find me. I am so sorry, Rose.” Her shaken voice displayed the emotions of both girls. “Tell me what I can do for you.” The lady’s maid took a step back but kept her hands on Rose’s shoulders.

As more time passed it was becoming more difficult for Rose to control her emotions; the tears she refused to let fall lay threatening on the brim.

“Yes, I need you to find Mr. Woods and inform him not to return to Edgewater just yet. I have a letter I need him to deliver here in London. After that we must pack only the necessities and ready the carriage. We’re going home.”

Ernest felt the guilt gnawing at his insides. He should not have been so abrupt in his departure from the races. It was true that he could no longer stand even the sight of the Duke parading around and addressing Lady Rose as some prize to be bought. That was no excuse though, in his own desires to remove himself far from the situation he had left Lady Rose to fend for herself. Of course he thought her more than capable to handle such situations without any aid but nevertheless having to leave her side filled him with regret. Back in his townhome Ernest began to loosen his cravat and retire to his study for the rest of the evening.

A loud, frantic knock suddenly pulled him from his thoughts. Ernest made his way to front of the house just as his butler opened the door to reveal his hurried guest.

“Mr. Woods, isn’t it a bit late to be out delivering letters? I was not expecting any correspondence from the Earl for another fortnight.” As he moved closer he could properly take in the young man’s appearance. He was obviously disheveled and appeared paler than usual. Mr. Woods brushed past the butler and gave a curt bow.

“My deepest apologies, Mr. Sinclaire. I would not bother you at this hour if it were not required of me. I have a letter for you, from the Lady of Edgewater. She asked specifically that it only pass from my hand to yours.” With that, his arm extended out offering him the letter. Ernest’s breath caught at the mention of Lady Rose’s title. A private letter from her meant for him would prove to be quite scandalous if word got out. Regardless, a trill ran through his body making his heart quicken in pace. He found himself quite eager to be left alone to read the letter.

“Thank you, Mr. Woods. It must be of great importance if Lady Rose herself feels the need to write to me. If you do not mind to wait, I should have a reply within the half hour.”

“I apologize again, Mr. Sinclaire, but Lady Rose made no mention of needing a reply and I must return to Edgewater this evening.” Ernest could tell that the poor man was anxious to leave.

“Very well then. I thank you again for delivering this to me personally and I wish you safe travels back.” Taking that as a dismissal, Mr. Woods gave a final bow and quickly turned to the door and took his leave back into the night. Ernest made his way to his study, Lady Rose’s letter growing increasingly warm in his hand. He made sure to lock the doors behind him and sat himself down in the nearest armchair. He silently cursed under his breath at his trembling fingers. It was not right for anyone to have this magnitude of an affect over him. With a steadying breath he broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter. He smiled faintly as the scent of roses played at his senses.

13 April 1816

My dear Mr. Sinclaire,

I am sorry to bother you with a correspondence at this hour but I wanted you to hear this from me before the gossip of London twists it beyond recognizable truth.

My father has fallen gravely ill and there is little hope for his recovery. I know he thinks fondly of you and you of him so I believe you possess the right to be privy to this information. I have taken it upon myself to return to Edgewater this very evening to remain by his side indefinitely.

As I’m sure you are aware this requires me to remove myself from the London social season. I have no regrets in doing so as I would much rather spend my time with my father in what could very well be his final moments. My only remorse comes from the thought of missed opportunities to know you better.

I hold nothing but fondness for the moments we have shared and I only wish we could have more, but I know that you better than anyone will understand my absence.

My only hope for you is that you harbor the same amount of fondness I feel for you towards me, if I dare even allow myself that hope.

If you should find happiness elsewhere during this social season please know that I believe you deserve it, if only you yourself could believe that as well.

Most sincerely yours,

Lady Rose

Ernest read the letter over and over again almost committing its entirety to memory. He quickly made his way to his desk to start penning letters of his own. He had to get his London affairs in order before he took his leave. Damned be the social season; his only reason to remain had just left for Edgewater. He cursed himself again for not seeking a private audience with the Earl sooner. His heart ached, not only for Earl Vincent in his ailments but also for Lady Rose. He knew the feeling of losing both parents but for her to have to endure the loss of both so close together was almost unimaginable. After he sealed his letters he made search for his own footman. Instructing him to deliver them as soon as was possible and to have his carriage ready first thing in the morning for the journey back to Edgewater. He dared pray that it was not too late.

#desire and decorum #ernest sinclaire #mr sinclaire #ernest sinclaire x mc #mr sinclaire x mc #playchoices #abigail

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tamagoincident · 3 years

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To Lure a Bird

arthur morgan x reader

summary: The Van der Linde Gang plans to rob a train, too bad you hit it first. You, being the reasonable person you are, coerce rough-looking men to run a job with you in exchange for the stolen money, and everyone gets more than they bargained for.

chapter: 1/10

link: AO3

Chapter One - A Mutual Enemy

On the evening you first heard of the Van der Linde Gang’s presence in Valentine, you stood at the bar of Smithfield's Saloon disguised in men’s clothing. Not a typical Friday for you, as you tried not to make it a habit of sticking around places where reckless men became more reckless the further they disappeared into their cups. But years ago you’d helped the bartender, a giant man named Ernest, drum up enough money to pay off his debtors, and he held you in the highest of regards ever since. It was the only place you could drink without being disturbed. Ernest made sure of that.

“What’ll it be, the usual?” he winked at you, his large hands already reaching toward the whiskey.

You smiled and nodded.

“I have information you might want to hear,” he continued, pouring the liquor into a glass and sliding it towards you. You caught it easily.

“Oh?”

“There was a young lady here last night. Overheard her talkin’ to some fancy pants New Yorker who kept braggin’ ‘bout the luxury train he’ll be taking back to the North. She seemed awfully intrigued,” Ernest said. “And get this, it weren’t the only instance I’d seen her, neither. Few days ago she’d been traipsin’ around the outskirts of Valentine with a bunch of scary lookin’ out-of-towners.”

“Figure they’re planning on robbing the train?”

Ernest shrugged. “It’s easy pickin’. You know how naïve high society can be.”

Maybe easy enough for a one-person job, if done quickly and with care. You’d only robbed a train once with two people you used to run with. You didn’t run with them anymore. It hurt you to think of it.

You held up your glass for a refill and leaned forward, brimming with interest. “Tell me more about this train.”

—

The train tracks rattled underneath Arthur’s feet.

“Get movin’,” he said to Sean, pointing towards the trees hidden in the darkness. Arthur climbed atop the wagon they’d rode in on and placed in the middle of the tracks, which bore five hundred gallons of oil. He widened his stance for balance and pulled a bandana over his mouth and nose. “Here she comes.”

Arthur squinted against the blinding brightness of the incoming headlight, cocking his rifle as it approached. The train’s horn bellowed into the night.

It saw him. Good.

It came to a hissing and screeching halt. A uniformed man stormed out from the front cab. “What's goin' on here? What's—aw hell,” the engineer wailed, kicking the dirt underneath his feet. “Not again! Gettin’ real tired of this shit.” Behind him, a shadow of blurred movement. Charles, ready to strike him unconscious.

Arthur jumped off the wagon. “Hold it!” he yelled to Charles, who paused his assault and instead restrained the man with a pistol aimed at his head. “What d’you mean, ‘Not again?’”

“If y’all are trying to rob us, we’ve already been hit,” he wheezed.

“You’re bluffin’.”

“You and your boys are more than welcome to board and check. Reckon it’s a waste of time though.”

Arthur swore. “Let him go, Mr. S.”

Charles let go. The engineer stumbled forward, sputtering and coughing. In between heavy breaths he said, “Happened near the Heartlands. Strange feller in a mask robbed us blind and then pointed a shotgun at me, gruntin’ at me to start the engine or he’ll call for his gang to kill everyone on board.”

“Why in God’s name would he do that?” Arthur said.

“Beats me. But now that I think of it, he was probably expecting y’all. Here, he gave me this—” he moved to reach into his coat pocket, but ceased upon the chorus of rifles cocking. Sean and John had appeared to find what the holdup was.

“Don’t move a goddamn muscle,” Arthur growled. “Mr. S., if you could kindly grab whatever’s in that fool’s pocket.”

Charles complied, plucking out a wad of paper. He handed it to Sean, who read aloud:

Don’t want the loot, only your attention.

Have your lady informant go back to the saloon and talk to the bartender.

He’ll tell you where to find me.

Cause any trouble and you won’t see a cent.

Sean laughed bitterly, waving the note in the air. “Got us good, didn't he?”

“Give me that, you idiot.” Arthur snatched the note and tilted the lettering towards the train's headlight. “Goddamn it—”

A bullet whizzed by Arthur’s head. The engineer dove to the ground for safety.

“Get on your horses!” Arthur yelled to the gang and whistled. Once in the saddle, he spurred the horse on and rode hard into the trees, past the storm of bullets, and evaded capture.

He was the last to arrive back at camp, after making sure he hadn’t been followed. He passed Dutch’s closed tent and found Sean blackout drunk near the fire. John sat close by, clearly on the same trajectory as the Irishman, with the amount of empty beer bottles at his feet. Arthur cleared his throat. “Where’s Charles?”

John glanced up, eyes bleary and lined with red. In the firelight he looked small and exhausted. “Asleep.”

“You should be too.”

“Well, I ain’t,” John mumbled tipping the beer to his lips and draining it. He tossed the bottle aside with a crash.

“Need me to tuck you in Marston? How ‘bout a bedtime story?”

“Real funny, Arthur."

Arthur sat down across from John, allowing the sound of crickets and snuffling horses to fill the silence between them. When he spoke, his tone was softer. “Don’t think I’ve seen you this shaken. Not even when you was freezin’ your ass off after them wolves got to you.”

John’s gaze dropped to his lap. “I’m a bit rattled, s’all. I got a bad feelin’, Arthur.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you think the law showed up a little too fast?”

“Maybe,” Arthur said. “I’m more curious about the son-of-a-bitch who knew we was gonna rob that train.” He turned, pulling the note he’d stashed into his saddlebag and brandishing it.

“See? You’re worried too. S’not just me.”

“I’m not worried,” Arthur cast the notion aside. No use in admitting to being worried unless there was really something to lose sleep over, especially in front of John, who looked like he was fixing for an excuse to leave again. Arthur didn’t want to be the person to give him one. He would gladly take a bullet before he watched Abigail’s face twist back into sorrow and disappointment on account of John flying the coop.

“We gonna be okay, Arthur?” John asks.

“Can’t tell the future anymore than you can, Marston,” Arthur said, crumpling the note in his fist. “What we can do is find the bastard who pulled the wool over our eyes, and deal with the rest as it comes along. I’ll talk to Mary-Beth tomorrow. Ask her to go back up to the saloon.”

John watched as Arthur tossed the paper into the fire, the edges curling into black.

—

You waited across the tracks from the abandoned trading post in Roanoke Ridge, taking shelter behind a sturdy tree (you’d almost hid behind one crawling with poison ivy vines, what a sight that would have been). The instructions you’d given Ernest to pass on had been clear: Whoever is sent must be on time and arrive alone. You checked your pocket watch. Already a half hour late. Out of desperation you remained a few minutes longer. The sun was almost at its peak in the sky, and you were getting hot with your scarf obscuring the lower half of your face. You cursed yourself for wearing such bulky trousers and long sleeves.

In your mind, the heist had been preferable to wasting away in the heat. With a little theater and luck, you managed to rob the train heading north. You still couldn’t believe your good fortune. Keeping your voice low and husky, the passengers and engineer had mistaken you for some hardened outlaw. You’d threatened them with your non-existent gang that was supposedly trailing close behind. In reality, the only thing riding alongside the train was the horse you’d borrowed from Ernest.

You scanned the landscape with binoculars, on the precipice of calling it a day, when you saw a pair of figures ascend the hill behind the dilapidated structure. The taller of the two was wearing a fading grey shirt that you imagined was once white, which stretched across his broad shoulders. He staked a far contrast to the companion at his left, a leaner man with dark hair that extended past a deep scar on his cheek. Both looked tough and mean. Exactly the type of men you’d hoped for.

Though two against one, the odds weren’t good if things went south.

You dropped the binoculars and reached for your rifle. Steadying yourself, you squinted through the scope, drifting down the length of their bodies until their dusty leather boots came into view. You cocked the gun, exhaled, and took the shot, aiming inches away from them.

“Shit!”

“Thought I’d said to come alone,” you called out. “If one of you gentlemen doesn’t get going, the next two bullets will be right in the forehead.”

“Jesus Christ,” the dark-haired man yelped. “Is that a woman shooting at us?”

“Woman or not, doesn’t change the fact she’s got a goddamn rifle!” the other fired back. “Alright, miss, my friend here is gonna get on his horse and leave. Ain’t that right, Marston?”

“Rode all the way out here for nothin’,'' he complained loudly and whistled. When his horse came around, he placed his foot in the stirrups and swung his leg over the saddle. “If you ain’t back by sundown, I’ll come lookin’ for you, Arthur. Hear that, lady?”

Arthur waved a dismissive hand. You waited until the horse disappeared behind the hills before coming out from the brush. At this distance, you could discern more of his features. The first of which you noticed were bright blue eyes that writers and painters alike had mused over for centuries.

He directed them at you. “There,” he said. “Happy?”

You lowered your rifle. “We’re off to a poor start, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t want no trouble. Just didn’t know what we was walkin’ into,” he said, moving closer, hands up slightly as if to not appear threatening. “You were real vague in that note of yours.”

You reaffirmed your grip on your rifle. “That’s close enough,” you said. Any closer and he’d eclipse you, your neck within snapping distance of those strong hands.

“Then, how about you tell me how this is gonna go?”

In the days leading to this moment, you’d thought of the ways you were going to approach this. Never did you imagine getting this far. “Do you have any idea why I may have invited you here?”

“To gloat, perhaps? About beatin’ us to that train?”

An involuntary upward twitch at the corner of your mouth. “Not quite, sir. I value my time and yours, so I’ll keep it short. I need you.”

Arthur pointed to himself. “You... need me?”

“Yes, you.”

He dipped his head, obscuring whatever expression he was making beneath the brim of his hat. Rubbing his neck, Arthur said, “Can’t imagine why you’d need me, lady. Accountin’ for the fact you don’t even know me.”

“I’ll rephrase. It’s not you I need exactly, it’s somebody like you. And your friend, for that matter.” You paused. “I used to have partners, too. One is dead, the other is in need of rescue. She was kidnapped. I want to hire you to help get her back.”

“Why not go to the sheriff? Seems a hell of a lot easier than getting up to all this trouble.”

“The sheriff?” you scoffed. “You really think he’d risk himself and his men to help me save a working girl from outlaws? Most likely he’d look into my background, and then I’d be arrested before I could even blink.”

“So all we gotta do is save your friend from her kidnappers and what, you’ll pay us?”

“You’ll get the money from the train, and I’ll throw in seventy dollars on top of that,” you said.

“What’s the catch?”

“Pardon me?”

“The catch,” Arthur repeated. “Seems too easy.”

“Didn’t say it’d be easy. Are you familiar with the O’Driscoll Boys?”

A spark of recognition. He was, in fact, familiar. “Yeah, I heard of ‘em. Your friend Emma… them boys captured her?”

You nodded. “A former client of hers runs with that gang. He found us in a hotel room, shot Henry, and knocked me out. When I came to, Emma was gone, and I was alone.”

“Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be glad to help,” he said. “You see, there’s someone I’d need to run this by and he’s already got it out for their leader, Colm O’Driscoll. This’d be the perfect excuse for him to do something goddamn stupid.”

“Please. If you’re familiar with them, you can imagine how awful it must be for her. I’ll even give you half the money upfront,” you said, decocking your rifle and slipping it back over your shoulder by its leather strap.

“Can’t promise nothin’, but I’ll talk it over with some people tonight. Meet me at that saloon in two days, same time. If it goes in your favor, I’ll take you to see the man who makes all the decisions.”

“Are you going to make me wait again?” you asked.

“You’re the one asking for favors, miss.”

“I’m offering a job.”

Arthur’s lips set into a hard line. “A job that might get us into a world of trouble, adding fuel to a fire that’s been burnin’ for a long time now. Frankly, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”

And because you didn’t want to push your luck, you fell silent. You watched him call for his horse and mount it.

“I’ll be on time,” he mumbled as an afterthought, and rode off in the direction he came.

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Quotes on Education that will inspire you.

Here Are Few Quotes on Education To tells the importance of Education

The more that you read, the more things you will know, the more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”– Dr. Seuss

“Wisdom…. comes not from age, but from education and learning.”― Anton Chekhov

“I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.”– Alexander the Great “Education must not simply teach work – it must teach Life.“– W. E. B. Du Bois

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”― Mark Twain

The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.– Sydney J. Harris

Children have to be educated, but they have also to be left to educate themselves.– Ernest Dimnet

To Keep On Learning Quotes on Education

You are always a student, never a master. You have to keep moving forward.– Conrad Hall

“Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one’s self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily.”– Thomas Szasz

“Education is for improving the lives of others and for leaving your community and world better than you found it.“– Marian Wright Edelman

“Intelligence plus character-that is the goal of true education.”– Martin Luther King Jr.

Inspiring Quotes on education Which will motivate you to work Harder.

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”– Mark Twain

Learning starts with failure; the first failure is the beginning of education.– John Hersey

Education is the ability to meet life’s situations.- Dr. John G. Hibben

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”― Victor Hugo

“To me education is a leading out of what is already there in the pupil’s soul.”― Muriel Spark

“Whatever the cost of our libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.”― Walter Cronkite

“I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.”– Ann Brashares

Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.- Nelson Mandela

Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.– Og Mandino

Learning is not the product of teaching. Learning is the product of the activity of learners.- John Holt

“The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.”― Thomas Jefferson

“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”― Aristotle

Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and attended to with diligence.- Abigail Adams

“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”― Robert Fros

Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.– Claude Bernard

Nine-tenths of education is encouragement.– Anatole France

Learning is like rowing upstream: not to advance is to drop back.– Chinese proverb

Upon the subject of education … I can only say that I view it as the most important subject which we as a people may be engaged in.- Abraham Lincoln

Powerful Quotes on Education

They know enough who know how to learn.– Henry Adams

Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army.– Edward Everett

A person who won’t read has no advantage over one who can’t read.– Mark Twain

Knowledge is power. Information is liberating. Education is the premise of progress, in every society, in every family.– Kofi Annan

To Help You Succeed Quotes on Education

Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself.– John Dewey

Develop a passion for learning. If you do, you will never cease to grow.– Anthony J. D’Angelo

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”― W.B. Yeats

“Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil.”― C.S. Lewis

The more that you read, the more things you will know, the more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”– Dr. Seuss

Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.- Albert Einstein

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.– Aristotle

Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.– Malcolm X

Change is the end result of all true learning.– Leo Buscaglia

An investment in knowledge pays the best interest.– Benjamin Franklin

“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.-margaret mead

every day may not be good… but there is something good in every day.

“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world “

Every child is gifted. they just unwrap their packages at different times.

Short Quotes on Education

The expert in anything was once a beginner.

Mistake are proof that you are Trying

There Is No Such Things As FAILURE, Only Learning Experiences.

Do what is Right, Not what is Easy.

The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you-b.b.king

Which one was your favorite quote?

Let us know in a comment below tell us why education is the importance

The education system is the most important pillar in our society. Education is a bridge providing skills and knowledge to students to help them to achieve their dreams. Students are the wealth of nations that help stabilize the economy or add growth in it.

Thank you for READING.

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Dear American History Teacher,

Please teach your students about the history of minority groups in America. Women like Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Alice Paul, Margaret Sanger, and Gertrude Elion should be as recognizable as men like Albert Einstein, Alexander Graham Bell, Ernest Hemingway, and Andrew Jackson. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X aren’t the only members of the Civil Rights Movement- Bobby Seale and Huey Newton were the founders of the Black Panther Party and, although we regard that party as a radical part of an era, they are just as important as the leaders of peaceful protests.

There is such thing as LGBT+ history and, in fact, it dates back before the 1969 Stonewall Riots. I’ve been told throughout my life that every gay person that existed prior to that time was closeted- I’ve been told that there’s no way to study the history of LGBT+ people because they were all underground. It only takes a simple Google search to find out that this isn’t true.

I don’t mean to target any group of people- every teacher should be teaching these things. Every student should understand the lives of minority leaders leading up to today. But I’ve noticed recently that teachers that do not have anything in common with minority groups shy away from teaching about these important topics. They’re uncomfortable with leading class discussions on topics like gay rights because they feel that they will always be undereducated about these topics, and that it isn’t their place to teach students about these things. Unfortunately, sometimes these classrooms are the only places that students can learn about these things.

Please remember that these movements have existed throughout history and are a symbol of progression into today. Movements like the Civil Rights Movement of the 50s don’t just sprout up out of nowhere. Men and women of color did not just suddenly “decide” that desegregation was important to them in 1955, when Rosa Parks was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a bus in Montgomery, Alabama. Discrimination has been an ongoing struggle, and your classroom needs to be a place where students understand this.

Understand that, by ignoring these movements, you are ignoring the importance of your minority students. As a bi female student taking history classes, I have felt the repercussions of a teacher avoiding the history of feminism as a whole. I have never felt more uncomfortable in school than when I asked a teacher when they were going to discuss women’s history, and received a curt response- “Women don’t matter until the 1848″. You’re telling me that women just didn’t exist until the Seneca Falls Convention of 1848?? In order to understand the very basis of the Women’s Rights Movement, you have to understand the context of the time period before. Good examples of women to mention: Anne Hutchinson, Abigail Adams, Frances Wright, etc., etc.

I enjoy learning about American History. Heck, I enjoy learning about all history. But once you ignore minority groups and teach exclusively about white men through history, you lose me and many of my fellow students who are disappointed that they are excluded from the curriculum. I plead that you consider the possibility that minority history is more important than the history of the majority. After all, minorities often start the ripple that is caught by the majority.

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Irish Translation of Names

Here are the Irish equivalents of some common English names. Many names can be translated on the basis of meaning. Irish names were often "translated" into English with names that had no etymological connection, but which sounded similar or had similar meanings.

Aaron — Árón — [AW rone]

Abigail — Abigeál — [AHB i gyal]

Adam — Ádhamh / Ádam — [AW hav / AW dum]

Adrian — Aidrean — [Ah dree an]

Agatha — Agata — [AH gah ta]

Agnes — Aignéis / Úna — [AG neysh / OO na]

Alan — Ailín — [AH leen]

Alexander — Alsander / Alastar — [AHL sun dur / AHL uh stur]

Albert — Ailbhe — [AHL vyeh]

Alice / Allison / Alicia — Ailís / Ailíse — [AY leesh / AY leesha]

Anastasia — Annstas / Stéise — [ON stas / SHTAY sha]

Andrew — Aindréas / Aindriú / Aindreas — [AHN dray is / AHN dryu / AH dras]

Angela — Aingeal — [AHN gel]

Ann / Hannah — Ánna / Áine — [AW na / AW nyeh]

Anthony — Antoin / Antóin / Antain(e) — [AHN tun / AHN toe in / AHN tan (eh)]

Augustine — Aghaistín / Aibhistin — [AH steen / AH stin]

Barbara — Bairbre / Baibín — [BAR breh / BA been]

Barnabas — Brion — [BREE un]

Bartholemew — Parthalán — [PAR ha lawn]

Basil — Breasal — [BRA sul]

Bernard — Bearnárd / Brion — [BAR nawrd / BREE un]

Blanche — Fionnait / Blinne — [FYUN it / BLIN yeh]

Carina — Cairenn — [CAR in]

Catherine — Cáitlín / Caitrín / Cáitriona — [KOYT hleen / KOYT hreen / koyt HREE uh na]

Charles — Searlas / Calbhach / Cathal — [SHAR lis / KAL vakh / KAH hul]

Charlotte / Carla / Caroline / Carol — Searlait — [SHAR lit]

Christina / Christine / Krista — Crístíona — [KREE shtee uh na]

Christopher — Criostoir — [KREEST er]

Cecilia — Síle — [SHEE la]

Columba — Colm — [CULL im]

Daisy — Nóinín / Nóra — [NOE neen / NOE ra]

Daniel — Daniél / Domhnall / Dónal — [DAHN yale / DOE nal]

David — Daibhí / Daibhead — [DAH vee / DAH vid]

Dennis — Donnchadh / Donnacha — [DUN a kha]

Dominic — Damhnaic / Damhlaic / Doiminic — [DAV un ak / DAV uh lak / DUH min ik]

Dorothy — Dairinn — [DAHR in]

Edmund — Éamonn — [Éamann AY mon]

Edward — Eadbhárd — [AYD vard]

Eleanor / Helen — Eileanóra / Eileanór / Aileanóra — [El un OR a / el un OR / al un OR a]

Elizabeth / Isabel — Eilís / Sibéal — [AY leesh / shi BALE]

Emily — Eimíle — [EM ee la]

Eric — Eiric — [EH rik]

Ernest / Ernie — Earnán — [ARN nawn]

Esther / Hester — Eistir / Aislinn / Aisling — [ESH ter / ASH leeng]

Eugene — Aodh / Eoghan — [EE OH in]

Eva / Eve — Eábha / Aoife — [AW va / YAW va / EE fa / WEE fa]

Evelyn — Eibhlín / Aibhilín — [ei LEEN / AHV i leen]

Felix — Felic / Feidhlim — [FEL ik / FEL im]

Flora — Bláthnaid / Blánaid — [BLAW nid]

Frances / Francis — Proinséas / Proinsias — [PRAHN shis]

Frederick — Feardorcha — [far DUR a kha]

Gabriel — Gaibrial — [GAH breel / GAH bryul]

Geoffrey / Jeffrey — Seafraid / Seathrun — [SHEH frid / SHEH hrun]

Geraldine — Geraroidín — [GER ar jeen]

Gerald — Gearalt — [GER alt]

Gerard — Gearoid / Gearard — [GER id / GER ard]

George — Seoirse — [SHOR sa]

Gertrude — Gráinne — [GRAWN yeh]

Grace — Gráinne — [GRAWN yeh]

Gregory — Gréagóir / Greagoir — [GRAY agore]

Harry — Annraoi / Anraí — [ON ree]

Helen — Léan / Léana — [LAY in / LAY in a]

Henry — Annraoi / Anraí — [ON ree]

Herbert — Hoireabard — [HUR uh burd]

Honora — Onóra / Nóra — [uh NO ra / NO ra]

Hugh — Úga / Aodh / Uisdean / Eoghan — [OO ga / EE / ISH jen / OH in]

Irving — Éireamhón — [AY ra vone]

Isaac — Íosac — [EE suk]

Isabel / Isabella — Isibéal / Sibéal — [ISH bale / shi BALE]

Jacob / James — Séamus / Séamas — [SHEH mus]

Jean / Jane — Síne / Sinéad — [SHEE na / shi NADE]

Joan — Siobhán / Siún — [shi VAWN / SHOO in]

John — Seán / Eóin — [SHAWN / OH n]

Jonathan — Ionatán / Seonac — [YO na tawn / SHON ak]

Joseph — Seosamh — [SHO sav]

Josephine — Seosaimhín — [SHO sa veen]

Judith / Judy — Iúidít / Síle / Siobhán — [YOO deet / SHEE la / shih VAWN]

Julia / Gillian — Iúile — [YOO eel yeh]

Kate / Katie / Kathy — Cáit / Cáitín — [KAWTCH / CAWTCH een]

Laurence — Labhrás — [LOW raws / LAWV raws]

Leo / Leon — León — [LEE own]

Lily — Líle — [LEE leh]

Louis / Lewis — Alaois / Alabhaois / Lughaidh — [ALL eesh / ALL a veesh / LOO ee]

Louise / Louisa — Aloisia — [ALL wee sha]

Luke — Lúcás — [LOO caws]

Madeleine — Madailéin — [MAH da lane]

Magnus — Mánus — [MAW nus]

Margaret — Mairéad / Maighread — [mar ADE]

Mark / Marcel — Marcas / Marcus / Mairsial — [MAR cas / MAR shal]

Martha — Marta — [MAR ta]

Martin — Mairtín — [MAR steen]

Matthew — Maitiu / Máta — [MA tcheeu / MAW ta]

Maurice — Muiris — [MWEE rish]

Megan / Maggie / Peggy / Meg — Peig / Peigí — [PEG / PEG ee]

Michael — Mícheál — [MEE hawl]

Molly — Mallaidh — [MAH lee]

Monica — Moncha — [MUN uh kha]

Morgan — Murchadh — [MUR uh kha]

Nancy — Nainsí — [NAN shee]

Nicholas — Cóilín / Nicolás / Aonghas — [CO ileen / NIC uh laws / AYN ghus]

Nigel — Niall — [NEE ul]

Noah — Nóe / Naoise — [NO eh / NEESH a]

Noel / Noelle — Nollaig — [NULL ig]

Oliver — Oilibhéar — [ULL i vare]

Patrick — Pádraig / Padraic — [PAW drig / PORE ik]

Patricia — Pádraigín — [PAW drig een / PORE ick een]

Peter — Piaras — [PADTH ur / PEEA ras]

Paul — Pól — [POLE]

Paula — Póilín — [PO eeleen]

Penelope / Penny — Fionnuala / Fionnghuala — [finn YOU uh la / finn OO la]

Phillip — Pilib — [PILL ib]

Rachel — Ráichéal — [RAW shale]

Ralph — Rádhulbh — [RAW ulv]

Raymond — Réamann — [RAY man]

Regina / Gina — Ríonach / Riona — [REE uh nakh / REE uh na]

Richard — Risteard — [RISH taird]

Robert — Roibeard — [RUB erd]

Roderick — Ruairí — [ROO a ree]

Roger — Ruairí — [ROO a ree]

Rose — Róisín — [RO sheen]

Roland — Rodhlann — [RUH lan]

Samuel — Somhairle — [SO uhr lyeh]

Sarah / Sara — Sorcha / Saraid — [SUR a kha / SAWR id]

Simon — Síomón — [SHEE mone]

Solomon — Solamh — [SUL uv]

Sophia / Sophie — Sadhbh — [SIVE]

Stephen — Stíofán / Stiana — [SHTEE fawn / SHTEE uh na]

Susan — Siui / Sosaidh / Súsanna — [SHU ee / SUS ee / SOO suh na]

Theobald — Tiobóid — [TEE bohd]

Theodore — Téodóir — [TAY uh dore]

Thomas — Tomás — [tuh MAWS]

Theresa — Tóireasa / Treasa — [TOR ish a / TRA sa]

Timothy — Tadhg / Tomaltach — [TYG / TOM ul takh]

Victor — Buadhach — [BOO akh]

Vincent — Uinsean — [In shan]

Vivian / Viviane / Vivienne — Bébhinn — [BAY vin]

Walter — Ualtar / Uaitár — [UL tur / IT awr]

William — Uilliam / Liam — [ILL ee um / LEE um]

Winifred — Úna — [OO na]

Mary / Maureen / Molly — Máire / Máirín / Mallaidh — [MAW ra / MOY ra / MAW eereen / MAH lee]

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#names #irish names #Gaeilge #tumblrgaeilge #ireland #mine #my post

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#hogwarts legacy #hphl #oc: primrose sabrina gray #oc: cecilia balinor #oc: blanche dubois #oc: beatrice brown #oc: jesse seymour #oc: ernest di napoli #grayburke #vinnilia #blyle #orlatrice #jadia #aderva #erbigail

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HL- Ernest di Napoli

"ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ"

Name: Ernest Regulus Maurice di Napoli

Nicknames: Ernie, Reg, Mr. di Napoli

Birthdate: 10th of November, 1881

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British, Italian

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.94m

Weight: 83kg

Body Type: Strong, well-built

Skin Tone: Caucasian

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): One cut four inches from his heart, a mark on his knee by the Cruciatus Curse, a small white scar on his jawline and a circle on his stomach all by the duel against his own father

Background

Ernest di Napoli was born at 09:34p.m on the di Napoli manor, Naples, under a pureblood family who made their immense fortune by a holding business and grew up with the typical ideas of pureblood supremacy and love for the dark arts, though Ernest was not a fan of them himself and didn’t believe anything of it, thinking it ghastly. He was bred to find the perfect wife and be his father’s own image. When he came to Hogwarts, however, things changed forever...

Hometown

Di Napoli Manor was an immense house with many servants, though it was cold and there was no place for love or any form or tenderness, for they thought it a weakness. He had a privilged pre-Hogwarts education and grew up with everything handed on a silver plate, if not golden. Before Hogwarts, he had lived clueless of the struggles on the outside community.

Family

Mother: Augusta di Napoli neé Fairchild

From a minor pureblood family, Augusta was brought up as an obedient and submissive wife, and soon after she had her first period, she was betrothed with the firstborn of the prolific family of the Di Napolis, and married several months after graduating Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin and a very brilliant, smart, witty and interesting on her own right. When her eldest son Ernest won her loathing husband in the duel, she quickly filled up for divorce and repudiated him. She lived the rest of her life doting on her grandchildren and finding a way to repay her daughter-in-law Abigail for freeing the family from further terror.

Father: Trystan Di Napoli

Grown up in the same ambit as his sons, he had a loveless childhood, where duty was before anything else, including sometimes family. He was a fellow Slytherin and while his hatred for muggles wasn’t enormous, he clearly disliked them and was set on finding a suitable wife. At sixteen, he was promised to Augusta Fairchild, and the two of them got on well, eventually having two sons: Ernest and Bartholomew. However, his son defied him at twenty-one by marrying fellow half-blood Abigail Bennett, a bride he clearly disapproved, and the two of them had an intense duel where Trystan came out beaten and humiliated by his son. He fled in shame to America where he never married nor had any other children, growing paranoid that they’d turn on him too, and died at the age of 64 of influenza, alone and with no one to bury him or mourn him.

Brother: Bartholomew Di Napoli

The youngest child, he was often at his brother’s shadow, but never resented him for it, for he saw the future for him and was relieved that he’d be overlooked. Soon, when his younger brother rebelled against their father, he quickly took his side, becoming his second in the duel. He didn’t marry till he was settled and spent many nights helping his brother with the ledgers and taking care of his aging mother.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts

Boggart: His father

Riddikulus: His father burps every time he speaks, loudly and rather rudely

Patronus: a weasel

Patronus Memory: Hearing Abbi’s laugh for the first time

Mirror of Erised: Himself with Abbi, being happy and free

Amortentia (what he smells like): oak tree, expensive cologne, woodsmoke, cuban cigars, earl grey tea and fresh pine

Amortentia (what he smells): geranium, jasmine, hint of lemon

Career

11-18: Hogwarts Student

19-21: Heir to the Di Napoli fortune

22-52: Businessman

53-64: Stay-at-home father

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Abbi’s safety, his freedom

Strengths: Cunning, smart, loyal, loving and will fight for whom he loves

Weaknesses: Clueless, can be a bit intimidating

Stressed: Around his father

Calm/Comforted: With his mother and Abbi

Favorites

Colors: Green, black, dark blue and golden

Weather: Rainy

Hobbies: Reading, oratory and Abraxan riding

Fashion: His fashion is neat and proper, showing off his status and wealth.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Abigail Jane Bennett ( @beloved-bucky )

Ernest had always been aware of Miss Bennett’s presence, however, he did not realise his feelings for her until fifth year, when he blurted out if she’d like to go on a date with him, and by the third date, he was besotted. His father they were amusing one another, parading his son around, looking for a suitable wife from him and even taking him to brothels, much to his chagrin and her own jealousy. However, his feelings remained unchanged and stronger than ever. By the time he was twenty he was adamant that Abbi was the one for him and proposed to her. His father was enraged and the two of them quarreled for months until, weeks after his twenty-first birthday, Ernest challenged his father to a duel, for he knew that violence was the only way they could communicate. After a tiresome and exhausting duel, Ernest turned out victor and came to his home shared with Abbi, heavily wounded and relying his weight on his brother. Weeks later, he recovered swiftly, and finally began his life with his bride.

Friends: tba

Rivals: tba

Trivia

He is a rather skilled dueller, taught by champions

He has a love for poetry, and wrote some poems to Abbi

His first time was in a brothel by order of his father in order to know how to please his future wife in the wedding night and produce an heir

He can be quite proud and stubborn, though Abbi gives him a run for his money

He’s quite the athlete

After marrying Abbi, he takes her to his birthplace

Though in the 20s they flee once Mussolini takes over

His family used to be Italian earls but with the fall of the monarchy, he could no longer claim said power, though he still had the estate and seat at the Parliament

#hphl #hphl oc #character sheet #character profile #oc: ernest di napoli #erbigail #ernest x abigail #abigail bennett #tw: violence

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Happier Than Ever (Erbigail)

Back here with my first Erbigail fic for @lifeofkaze ‘s Valentine Challenge with the prompt ‘Late’. Abigail Bennet belongs to my dear friend @beloved-bucky

Augusta di Napoli, now a widow, sat peacefully on a small chair, paying a visit to her son and daughter-in-law, Ernest and Abigail. It had been three years since her son Ernest had won the duel against her own husband and set free many decades of terror. Her daughter in law came into the room, a polite smile on her face but seemed worried and more tired than usual, uncommon from such a vivacious girl.

“Mrs. di Napoli. What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Augusta chuckled “I am old and with no company except my small staff and cats, therefore, bored and missing my children.”

Abbi chuckled, sitting next to her “I imagine that your life changed much since your husband abandoned the country.”

“Oh, where to begin, dear!” She started to tell tales of different family friends writing to her, asking if the rumours were true, and how many allies like the Lynch family severed ties with them, and she was mentioning a funny story when Abbi paled and seemed about to retch, and she stepped away, looking for a cube and handed it to her “Child!” she cried “Whatever happened to you? Ernest says that you rarely get sick!”

Abigail wiped her mouth and chin, murmuring “I do not know. It’s strange.”

Augusta squinted her eyes “When was your last period, dear?”

Abbi mulled over her response “Since the beggining of the last moth, I suppose.”

“Have you feeling icky, a more sensitive skin and with odd cravings?”

Abbi looked at her mother-in-law, nodding “Am I dying?”

Augusta shook her head “On the contrary, my child! You are creating a new life inside you!” She smiled.

Abigail stood silent for a few minutes before asking “Am I... with child?”

Augusta smiled, hugging her daughter-in-law “You are indeed. Oh, what a joyous occasion! How happy am I!” She then looked at her daughter-in-law “Why are you wasting your time with this old woman? Go tell your husband! I shall prepare everything for when the babe is born. Go on, go!”

Ernest di Napoli was working with some of his business affairs when the door opened, revealing his wife, Abigail. He smiled at her and beckoned her to sit on his lap, and kissed her temple “How was your visit with my dear mother?”

Abbi smiled to herself “It was... insightful.”

Ernest frowned “I’ve noticed some changes in you lately. Are you ill, dearest?”

Abbi shook her head, then placed a hand on his cheek, staring into his deep, piercing blue eyes “I am not ill, my love. I am carrying your child.”

Ernest froze at the words ‘carrying’ and ‘child’. He stared in disbelief before breaking into a hopeful smile “Truly, Abbi? Are you certain?”

She nodded, small tears prickling in her eyes. They both chuckled before he placed a hand on her small bump, and he laughed “Oh, Abbi... you just made me the happiest man on earth.”

Abbi smiled, crying as well “I know the feeling very well.”

They melted on a sweet, emotive kiss, basking on such a beautiful and joyous moment.

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