#sister florence protecting her child

[shinestarhwaa]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS || CHO MIYEON

This piece broke me, apologies x

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Miyeon x Fem reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Tags/Warnings: Closeted lesbians, Forbidden Love, High society/Bridgerton inspired, 1800s, Princess!Miyeon, Aged down Miyeon (you and her are both 18 years old), unprotected sex, virginity loss, make outs, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, scissoring, overstimulation, grinding/humping, emotional damage, heartbreak

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ENJOY!

February 10th, 1815

You couldn't help but look at her all night. It was as if the entire world paused and only she, she was moving. In fact, she was moving right into your heart and you swore you could literally feel it swell in your chest.

She was absolutely magnificent in her gown, hair pinned up and a beautiful, shining crown in her hair. The jewelry she wore must cost millions and she truly did look like a million dollars, as they say. If only she'd look at you, right? And if only you were a man of royalty because how else would you ever be with her?

Yes, you were lucky enough to be born in the high society class, in a family that was wealthy, but the smile you wore everyday is fake. Your mother and father didn't marry out of love and they couldn't stand each other, always fighting. Honestly, you were used to it and you could definitely handle it, but that doesn't mean it hasn't had a negative effect on you and your sisters.

All five of them were different from you, they're more to the standard. Alice, Idylia, Florence and Genevieve were all married now to their husbands and the eldest two even had children. Florence and Genevieve both got married last season and your mother now forced you to find a husband this year's season.

You hated it, the way things were arranged in the society, but you couldn't possibly break the rules that have been the standard for so long. But you really do not want to fit into the society's standard, you are too emancipated according to your family and most important of all; you'd have to marry a man while all you can think about is princess Miyeon.

Princess Miyeon and her beautiful hair, her slim body, deer eyes and her elegant manners. You were a little clumsier than that, and you didn't truly mind but somehow you wished you were more elegant and calculated so maybe she'd like you. But you had to get those thoughts out of your head, you told yourself, nothing could ever happen. You are a woman and she's the royal princess, she's the heir, she's to be queen one day. She'll probably be excited to have a king by her side to rule the country with.

But fuck, you wanted her. You had met her long ago and spoke to her a few times because you played together as kids when the adults held their party's or fancy balls if you will. As you and Miyeon turned older she got more reserved, held back and protected by her family. She looked sad though, she must want to be more free.

Suddenly you looked eyes with her and you swore your heart stopped. She flashed you a smile and walked up to you. "Y/N, it is lovely to see you again, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" She said. You bowed to her and smiled kindly. "Princess Miyeon, your grace, I'm glad to see you again too, it has been years indeed."

"The ball is kinda boring, is it not?" She giggled. You smiled, recognizing the mischief she had in her eyes when she was still an innocent child. When the world hadn't caused her pain yet. "It sure is a quiet one," you nodded.

"Do you wanna go for a walk? Let's sneak out," she grinned. It truly was just like old times again. The two of you slipped away from the stunning ballroom and ran through the halls. Your heels were clicking on the floor and your giggles and laughs were echoing throughout the halls.

Miyeon stopped running and entered the balcony, taking a deep breath as she leans on the cold white stone. "Your grace, isn't it too cold to be outside? It is still winter and I do not want you to catch a cold," you said worriedly, stepping onto the balcony with her.

She grinned and sighed. "It does not matter, Y/N. I'm just glad I finally can breathe again. I love the fresh air and I hate staying inside all day, drinking tea with my mother. Ever since my father died she's been so..."

Miyeon stopped talking and sighed. Your heart sank, remembering the terrible news from last year when it was announced the queen's husband; king Theodore had fallen sick and passed away in his sleep.

"It has been hard on her, and now she's making it even harder for me because she's pushing me to get married and have children so there'll be more heirs."

Princess Miyeon is the only child of Queen Isabella and the late king Theodore, as they hadn't spend much time together in their younger years due to wars and battles. Queen Isabella raised her on her own while also ruling the country. You had felt bad for Miyeon, it must be a tough and lonely life for her. Maybe, just maybe, you could spend more time with her, as a friend?

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April 29th 1815

Time passed and you and Miyeon had actually gotten closer to her as a friend. The queen was glad Miyeon had a lady of great class that Miyeon could trust so she elected you to be the princess' court. You'd spend a lot of time with her, the queen told you, and to be honest you couldn't be happier.

In public you were very professional but behind closed doors you joked and played around like every normal 18-year old girl. You drank tea together and discussed all the drama and gossip going around and you shared wisdom with one another, reading books together.

Today Miyeon was feeling particularly mischievous and she took you with her to one of the big libraries in the palace. You were checking out the books when all of a sudden her voice called out to you.

''Y/N, What do you know about the marital act?''

You froze and looked at her. ''The marital act? You mean the wedding night... occurrence?'' ''Yeah, do you know what that is?'' You sat on the couch next to her and looked at the book she held in her hands. ''I don't know much about that, actually, my family has never told me about it except for my sister Florence. She told me there's a thing that married people do and that's how children are made.''

Miyeon nodded and opened the dusty book. It revealed texts about the marital act with pictures and details of male and female anatomy. ''That's what a naked man looks like? That is the...'' ''That's the penis,'' you said, nodding. ''It looks strange,'' Miyeon comments. You nodd and sigh. ''I agree, I'm not really... attracted to it. Or the man,'' you say. You mentally slap yourself for basically confirming your sexuality but Miyeon seems to skip over it.

''I have never seen it before. I have only seen myself naked.''

You felt like your skin was on fire, why did she have to talk about her being naked? As if you hadn't imagined that enough already. ''Are women's bodies different?'' she asks. You grin and play with your bracelet nervously. ''You're a curious one, for sure. Well, me and my sisters' bodies are all different... Some of them are taller, some have bigger breasts, some of them have bigger buttocks or thighs...''

''And the... crotch area? Is that the same?'' Your cheeks were bright red about now. ''T-The crotch area? You mean the... the vulva. I haven't seen my sisters', that is a little... inappropriate.'' Miyeon nodds, understanding that it's a more private matter. ''Sometimes I think about what it would be like to touch another woman's body. I wonder if it's different,'' she confesses.

You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, and you were most definitely aroused now. It was only because of Florence - who is definitely your favourite sister - that you learned about what arousal is and what you can do about it, what you can to do yourself. Even though you don't understand the entire concept of these so called 'sexual' acts and feelings, your instinct is to touch yourself between your legs and now you definitely feel the desire to do the same to her.

Fuck.

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May 11th, 1815

It has been about two weeks since your feelings for the crown princess started to develop into something more. You felt such affection and fondness while looking at her. You wanted to kiss her lips and carress her, and also undress her and lay naked with her, desiring to feel pleasure with her. You secretly stole the book from the library and in the back there were several drawings that were vague and nearly crossed out, but you could see well enough that the drawings and texts were about sex between women.

You had never seen, heard or read anything like this but you could not stop. At every waking moment you wanted to look at the drawings again, imagining princess Miyeon and yourself and at night you touched yourself. You did it all night long, dreaming about her and her body. You thought you might be delusional because you felt like she might be experiencing the same things. Did she not say she wanted to touch another woman?

When you showed up in her room you felt some sense of guilt, because you felt like it was the most horrible thing in the world to do. But her sweet and kind smile and her beautiful feminity made you forget that guilt. She seeked more touch than before, giving you hugs, holding onto your arm and hand and she even gave you a kiss on the cheek when you left her last Tuesday night.

Miyeon's welcome was warm as always and you sat in her room without any guards, just hanging out as two normal girls, not caring about your statusses. Once again Miyeon started to talk about the sexbook and you hold back a frustrated groan. You just nodd along and listen to her rants as she keeps on talking and babbling about it.

''So I don't know if I would ever have sex again if I had a child. Sex with a man doesn't interest me much. Would it not be easier to be with a woman? Know how the body works? It seems like... like a good time,'' she finally says, leaving you with your mouth wide open. What did she just say?

''You feel that too?'' you breathed out. ''I do... Maybe all women feel like that. I think women are prettier, more delicate.'' You literally could not breathe at this point, your core aching for her. ''Have you ever kissed anyone, your grace?'' Miyeon shook her head. ''No, but I have read about it and I saw other people doing it.'' ''Ah, I understand,'' You nodded.

''Would you like to kiss me, Y/N?'' She swiftly and suddenly said. You gasped a little as Miyeon scooched closer to you, her leg brushing up against yours. ''I... I would like that, princess,'' you nodded. Miyeon rested her soft and dainty hand on your cheek, carressing your face ever so gently. You leaned in and pressed your lips on hers, pecking her softly before pulling back. A fire broke out in your body, it was burning with passion as you stared into her eyes. Miyeon licked her lips and closed the space between you, pulling you close and putting your lips together again.

Her head tilted to the right as your lips moved together. It felt so nice and smooth and you felt the desire to deepen the kiss more. You pulled her even closer and felt her torso against yours, the sensation of your chests coming together sent a lightning bolt straight to your core. Her hands ran through your hair now, as yours ran over her back and hips. The material of her expensive dress felt so nice in your hand you wanted to keep touching it but you desired to feel her skin even more.

Your hands now slid from her back to her buttocks and you grabbed it, pinching and squeezing it. She whimpered softly, lips parted against yours. The princess slid her tongue in your mouth, slowly gliding it against your own and tasting each other's saliva. You felt so warm, like you'd combust. To your disappointment she pulled away from you after a few minutes, panting softly.

How were the two of you ever gonna move on from this?

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May 20th, 1815

Apparently, you did not have to move on from it, because it kept happening. Miyeon kept kissing you from morning 'til late at night, in her room, hallways and secret places. Your hands, lips and tongues were all over each others ever since the first time. You're in the library once again and you lifted her on the dark wooden table in the center of the room. Your tongue glides over her neck and she throws her head back, moaning out softly.

Miyeon tugs down the top of her dress so that her breasts pop out. You curse underneath your breath and pepper kisses from her neck and collarbones down to her chest. Your hands reach up to her breasts and fondle them gently, watching her face closely. You kiss them and then close your lips around her left nipple, licking and sucking on it. She mewls and squirms underneath your touch and instinctively widens her legs.

''Y-Y/N,'' she moaned softly. The princess takes your dominant hand in hers and brings it underneath her dress, to her crotch. Your hand grazes the fabric of her underwear and it's so wet, so goddamn wet.

''You're so aroused, aren't you, my princess?'' You teased as you rubbed over her clothed crotch. ''Y-Yes, my lady, my Y/N, I'm so hot right now, please, I have read so many texts about this and I want it, I want it, please, I know you can make me feel good, please, God, I want it!'' she begged.

A smirk played on your lips and you pushed the bombastic skirt of her dress up and pulled her underwear down, revealing her glistening wet cunt. You looked at it up close, admiring how it's similar and yet a little different than your own. But it was wet in the exact same slick way yours got when you thought about the princess.

''I'm going to touch you now,'' you announced, spreading her legs wider. Your fingers slid through her folds, collecting her juices before pushing one finger inside her. ''Relax,'' you ordered her as you felt her body tense up. She nodded and watched you pump your finger in and out of her pussy slowly.

When you noticed her body relaxing you moved it faster and harder, opening her up before adding a second finger. You scissor your fingers inside her and curl them just right so it hits all the sweet spots inside her. You take off her panties and stuff them in her own mouth to keep her quiet. Her pussy clenches around your fingers and you decide to use your other hand to play with her clit. This is one of those times where you're thankful for having perfect co-ordination between your hands.

The princess is squeeling, whimpering and squirming as you move your fingers faster and put pressure on her clit. Her body tenses again and you know she's close to orgasming. You keep going and rub her clit even faster. ''That's it, princess, you're gonna come for me now, you'll come like the perfect princess you are,'' you breathed out, surprised at your own vulgar talk.

In a matter of seconds Miyeon came undone, coming and squirting so hard on your fingers, arousal seeping out of her pussy. She drenches herself and you in her juices and you ride out her orgasm before retracting your fingers from her wet hole.

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May 23rd, 1815

The Queen threw another party in her gigantic ballroom for the debutants and other ladies to find a suitor and both you and Miyeon were expectant to look for one tonight, but you sneaked off again. This time she brought you to a room full of artworks that were just collecting dust, meaning barely anyone came here in the past weeks, if not months.

She crashed her lips on yours again, sinking into your embrace and feeling your warm body against hers. You pulled away minutes later and panted, wiping the lipgloss from your cheek. "Princess, should we be doing this here?"

"Y/N, my dearest I keep thinking about you. About your hand between my legs, and your lips on my breasts, but that is not all. I think about your kind and beautiful face, your beautiful laugh and your golden heart. I think... I think I might have fallen in love with you, my dear."

You gasped softly, stunned at the sudden confession from the heir. "But princess, do you not know this is impossible? You need to find a suitor to be your king, you have to focus on ruling the country. It is... definitely not possible for us to be anything," you muttered.

Her eyes became glassy, welling up with tears, but as she learned she held them in. "But Y/N, I love you," she whispered. Her hand carressed your cheek softly, her fingers grazing your jaw. "Our love isn't impossible, I know you want me too."

"But the situation is impossible, in years you'll be the queen and you cannot... you cannot be a queen without a king and children. And even if you were, you couldn't be a queen who loved another woman. It's scandalous!"

"If I'm the queen can't I just... change the rules?" "You know damn well that you can't, Miyeon, you'll be a queen and not God" you spat. "Well fuck God, to hell with God!" You gasped and palmed her mouth. "Do not shout these things princess, please, we'll get caught and you'll get in a blasphemy scandal."

She took a deep breath and took your hands in hers. "I only want to be by your side. Can we do at least that?"

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June 4th, 1815

You just came back to the palace from a long walk with the princess, which was more of a date because you felt like you were out with your lover. You talked about the world and about happy things while you held hands and laughed. Now you brought her back to her room and before the staff got to say anything Miyeon told them that you would be helping her get a bath and get ready for bed. You bowed to the staff and send them off, then closing the doors to Miyeon's room.

She pushed you up against them immediately. The gold ornaments on the door was gold on your chest but the hands gripping your buttocks firmly set you on fire once again. "Finally we are all alone," she whimpered in your ear as she pressed herself against you. You felt her breasts on your back and you wanted to turn around but her grip was surprisingly strong this time.

The princess grinded her crotch against your behind while her hands traveled up to your chest, pulling your dress down so your breasts sprung free. That's when she spun you around and fondled your breasts, kneeding them and massaging them just the way you like it. "Y/N, you drive me crazy, these... these beautiful breasts of yours, I wanna hold them all day long and I wanna touch you while I drown in your eyes," she sighs, kissing your breasts and lapping her tongue at your nipples.

"Why don't you drown between my legs instead?" You moaned softly, smirking slightly. You helped yourself and the princess out of your dresses and underwear, seeing each other completely naked for the very first time. Miyeon pulled you to the bed and you laid down on it together, embracing one another. "You're a beautiful woman, Y/N," she says with a smile, caressing your hip gently. "As are you, your grace." She laid you against her soft pillows and spread your legs wide. "I can not wait to taste you, my dear," she breathed out. "Then don't wait, please, do it, now." She nodds and licked a stripe up your wet pussy, tasting your arousal and smirking.

Her tongue glides along your folds, licking you up and again, and again until she tries to push it into your hole. You mewl and quickly cover your mouth with your right hand, stifling yourself as much as you could. After a few minutes of her tongue pumping and licking your inner walls she pulls out and finds your sensitive clit instead.

You cry out and grab the sheets tightly with your fists and moan at the sensation. It's one thing rubbing your clit with your own fingers but having the most beautiful woman on earth licking and sucking on it was something else. It didn't take Miyeon long to make you come undone on her tongue, lapping up your arousal as your body squirms.

When you gain your breath again you pull her on top of you, feeling her breasts on yours and rubbing them together slightly as you make out with her again. You notice yourself becoming impatient and wanting more so you flip yourselves over, getting on top of the princess. She looks at you with her big and beautiful brown eyes, patiently waiting with hunger in her eyes, curious as to what you're planning to do now.

You spread her legs and lift the right one up, letting it rest on your shoulder. She gasps as you align your sexes together, arousals colliding as you do so. "God, baby, Y/N, what are you doing to me?" She moaned. "I'm going to make love to you, princess, and I can do this sweetly, but I could also fuck you, fuck you hard," you grunted as you slowly rubbed your pussy on hers. "God, that sounds so good, please, that's what I want, Y/N, please do it hard and make me cum again," she begged. "Say no more, my princess," you nodded.

You started to rub your crotch on hers quicker, aligning your clits together and sparking a fire between your bodies. Both of your whimpers, moans and pleads were slowly becoming louder and louder, no longer thinking about keeping things quiet.

"Yes, yes, Y/N, that's so good, that feels amazing, my love, please do it harder, oh! O-oh that's good, yes! Please!"

Miyeon was a loud one, squeeling and moaning, nearly screaming as you quite literally rocked her world. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as you kept riding and grinding on her at a fast pace. The tension between you two was growing and both of you were getting close. You held each other as tight as you could while grinding together and quickly you both came, arousal dripping out of you and moans becoming a beautiful set of sinful harmonies.

When you stopped and laid down next to her, Miyeon still hadn't had enough, spreading your legs and putting her pussy on yours once again. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasm, as were you, so it didn't take long before she started moving quicker and harder, moaning loudly. She threw her head back, her hair coming undone and falling onto her shoulders in lucious shiny curls.

Miyeon presses her lips onto yours as she keeps rocking into you, moaning into your mouth as she comes again in a matter of minutes, squirting on your pussy. "Fuck, fuck, princess!" You moaned against her lips. You flipped her over again, laying her down. The princess' head is laying over the edge of the bed and you set yourself back in the familiar position, grinding on her pussy, her pelvis, her thigh, you rubbed your pussy everywhere, chasing your own high.

"Yes, Y/N, Fuck! Use me! Rub it on me baby, rub it on me, use my body and make yourself come, give it to me, come for me!" You screamed loud and came, shuddering and shaking and falling on top of the princess. The two of you laid there for a while, sweaty and panting.

After a while you stood up and helped the princess up, carrying her to the bathtub. You drew the bath and helped her get in, massaging her skin and scrubbing her while pressing soft kisses on her lips. "I wish we could do that all day long," she sighed. "Me too," you nodded, washing her hair. "I love you, Y/N, You're my dearest love." You sighed but smiled and kissed her. It hurt you when she said those things, because you were realistic enough to know this was gonna end badly and you'd end up in pain. So you didn't ever say it back. But she knew.

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June 15th 1815

''Miyeon, my dearest,'' Queen Isabella said, ''I have found you a suitor! He will be attending the ball next Saturday. You will have to look your absolute best, yes?''

You swallowed thickly, looking down at the teacup in your lap. You tried hard to stay calm, and not to scream 'No! Don't take her from me just yet!' but you knew there was no use. If it's the Queen's orders Miyeon would have to obey her wishes. Miyeon nodded and cleared her throat. ''Yes mother... May I ask what he looks like? What his name is? Where he is from? Because... I would rather marry out of love but if I cannot then I will at least have to know who I marry, right?''

''That is not important. He is a good man, he is from France and we shall hold the wedding soon, after the two of you meet.''

Miyeon nodded, but she stayed quiet the entire time. When the Queen had left and you asked for a private conversation she bursted out in tears. ''Y/N,'' she cried, ''I do not want to marry that French prince, I wanna stay by your side!'' ''My princess, I will be on your side, except our situation will be different. You understand that what has been happening can not happen again.'' She sighed and brushed some hair out of her face and dried her cheeks. ''Not until after the wedding. I can still do whatever I want right now.''

The sovereign pulled you close in her arms and kissed your lips and then your neck. Her hands slid over the material of your dress and she pulled the skirt up, grazing your soft thighs. ''Oh, princess,'' you sighed out when her hand slid into your underwear, cupping your sex. She rubbed your folds as she kissed and sucked on your neck. ''Miyeon, oh God,'' you moaned when she entered you with two fingers. You wanted to stop her, tell her it would only hurt more if the two of you would continue this illicit affair, but you could not stop her. The power of her love and her being was too strong for you, and so you let her.

Her slender fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, making you wetter and moan her name into her mouth as she kisses you. It did not take long for you to come undone on her fingers, falling into her embrace.

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June 18th, 1815

Watching the love of your life meet her future husband was killing you inside. What was worse than that is the fact he was making her laugh and he was touching her hand. The hand that only belonged to you, the hand that fucked you just a few hours ago. Louis, was the guys name and you found him a snob, an arrogant man. Why was she laughing at everything he said?

You knew you tended to overthink certain situations but the way she looked at him showed you she was fond of him and you could not watch it any longer. You took a glass of champagne and drank the entire thing in a matter of seconds before exiting the ballroom. You sat in the hallway, where staff walked around but did not give a damn about how you fell to your knees and cried out. You were losing your love and nobody gave a damn.

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June 19th, 1815

''He's not too bad, luckily,'' Miyeon sighed after she told you about her fiancé. ''Not too bad? You were drooling all over him,'' you scoffed. ''Y/N, please, if I had a choice you know it would be you, not him. I'm just saying I'm glad he's not a total... twat.'' ''He is a twat, he is stealing you from me. You might end up with someone but what about me? I will not be living in a golden palace and I will not be having anyone's children and-''

''Y/N, for one moment, will you think about me?'' ''ALL, I think about, is you princess. You are my thoughts, you are my life, you are it.'' ''You have said yourself that this would hurt and it would not work out even before I did, why are you suddenly verbally attacking me? You knew this was going to happen.''

''So that means I cannot have feelings about this? That means I cannot hate him and feel outraged that he will kiss you and hold you while I rot away in my parents house?'' ''Y/N, please, I will be heartbroken too if I can never hold you again but you knew it was coming. This is not new information. I might be with you but I am still your princess!''

You swallowed your pride and looked down, nodding and taking a deep breath. ''Yes, your grace, princess.'' The tone in your voice was enough for Miyeon to know you drew a line. ''Come on, Y/N, do not do this, we still have a little while,'' she says, trying to take your hand but you step away and bow for her. ''I will not let you cheat on your fiancé, my princess, I shall head home now.'' You bowed once again and left princess Miyeon alone, in tears.

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June 21st, 1815

You were a weak woman, because only days later you were back in bed with Miyeon. Her body felt warm and delicate against your own skin. ''Princess,'' you called out softly. ''Do not speak, Y/N, do not say anything to... to stop this moment.'' You nodd and close the gap between your lips. They move together as you get on top of the beauty. You spread her bare legs and put your crotch on hers. The contact feels so good you throw your head back as you roll your hips forward. You bite back a moan as you bit your lips, breathing picking up as you grind your clit on hers.

''Y/N, Dear, please move faster, please make me finish on your beautiful cunt!'' she pleaded, holding your hips tight. ''Yes darling, my princess I'll make you come again, that is my duty.''

Your hands moved to her naked chest, fondling her breasts as you fucked yourself on her crotch, chasing your on relief. Miyeon was moaning over and over again, nails clawing in the soft flesh of your buttocks. ''Do it harder, harder!'' she screamed. ''Oh my God, oh my God!'' she squeeled when you did her just right. She moved her body along with yours and came hard, eyes rolling back to her brain. The sight of her coming for you made you come as well. You rode out your highs before getting off her but keeping her legs spread.

Miyeon whimpered when she felt two of your fingers dip into her core and she clenched around them. ''Y/N, please, t-too sensitive!'' she cried, but you did not care, you wanted to leave a memory and make her orgasm over and over again. Her arousal was seeping out of her cunt as you moved your fingers inside her quickly. Miyeon's breathing was picking up and with just a few more thrusts she squirted over your hand, coating you in her slick. Without giving her a chance to gain her breath again you kept going, determined.

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June 26th, 1815

The wedding bells were loud, too loud actually for you. It was incredibly hard to hold back the thick tears welling up in your eyes as you watched Miyeon walk out with her prince, her husband. It made you feel nauseous, you wanted to throw up and run away, cry, scream and disappear, knowing you have now lost her to someone else.

You bow to her and congratulate her as she walks by, and when she gets into the carriage you run away. You do not even know where you are running to but you are running, running far away from the church. You end up in the field you once sat in with her and you fell to your knees, not caring your dress would get dirty. You laid in the grass and looked up to the sky while tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheek. You missed her dearly, already, and this was only day one. From now on there would be a lifetime without her. Without anyone ever knowing she was once yours.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

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Zeus: god of thunder and the sky. He is considered the ruler, protector, and father of all gods and humans. 

Hera: goddess of marriage, family, childbirth, and woman. She was the wife and sister of Zeus, and many of her most famous myths center around her jealous retributions to Zeus's infidelity.

Poseidon: god of the sea (and water in general), earthquakes, and horses. He was one of the most powerful gods in ancient Greek mythology, Poseidon was held responsible for earthquakes, rivers, floods, droughts, and anything involving water in general.

Demeter: goddess of harvest and agriculture. This was a hugely important role, which gave her the power to sustain life through the growth of all plants and grains, particularly cereal grains.

Ares: god of war and more properly the spirit of battle. He represented the distasteful aspects of brutal warfare and slaughter. Ares was noted for his beauty and courage, qualities which no doubt helped him win the affections of the Greek goddess Aphrodite.

Athena: goddess of wisdom, craft, and warfare. In wars where she was most commonly depicted, Athena embodied cold rationality, tactics, and strategy. Athena's cold logic stood in direct contrast to her brother Ares' rage, violence, and impulsiveness.

Apollo: god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, poetry, and more. One of the most important and complex of the Greek gods, he is the son of Zeus and Leto, and the twin brother of Artemis, goddess of the hunt. He is considered to be the most beautiful god and is represented as the ideal of the Kouros (ephebe, or a beardless, athletic youth).

Artemis: goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity. Artemis was very protective of her purity and gave grave punishment to any man who attempted to dishonor her in any form. Like all the Greek Olympic gods, Artemis was immortal and very powerful. Her special powers included perfect aim with the bow and arrow, the ability to turn herself and others into animals, healing, disease, and control of nature.

Hephaestus: god of artisans, blacksmiths, carpenters, craftsmen, fire, metallurgy, metalworking, sculpture, and volcanos. In Greek mythology, Hephaestus was either the son of Zeus and Hera or he was Hera's parthenogenous child. He was cast off Mount Olympus by his mother Hera because of his lameness, the result of a congenital impairment; or in another account, by Zeus for protecting Hera from his advances (in which case his lameness would have been the result of his fall rather than the reason for it).

Aphrodite: goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, procreation, desire, sex, fertility, prosperity, and victory. Florence

Aphrodite is usually said to have been born near her chief center of worship, Paphos, on the island of Cyprus, which is why she is sometimes called "Cyprian", especially in the poetic works of Sappho. The Sanctuary of Aphrodite Paphia, marking her birthplace, was a place of pilgrimage in the ancient world for centuries.

Hermes: god of boundaries, roads, travelers, thieves athletes, shephards, commerce, speed, cunning, wit, and messages. Hermes was considered the messenger of the Olympic gods. According to legend, he was the son of Zeus, king of Mount Olympus, and Maia, a nymph. As time went on, he was also associated with luck, shepherds, athletes, thieves, and merchants.

Dionysus: god of wine making, orchards and fruit, fertility, festivity insanity, tuition insanity, religious ecstacy, and theatre. The son of an immortal god and a mortal princess, Dionysus’ role forged a crucial link between humanity and the divine, serving as a force of cyclical, unbridled nature who drew men and women out of themselves through intoxication. In that sense, Dionysus, a genial but wild and dangerously ravishing intermediary, represents one of the enduring mysteries and paradoxes of life.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy series #percy jackson books #pjo season 1 #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo percy #pjo annabeth #pjo grover #grover pjo #polls on tumblr #fandom polls #tumblr polls #my polls #polls #tumblr poll #poll #fandom #fandom poll

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Narnia OCs Time!!

It's the my Narnia's babies time! Since it seems like we're all in this mood, I thought it was a good moment to introduce them! (Special thanks to @andromedalestrange and @randomestfandoms-ocs for some fcs, I was getting crazy so thank you darlings!)

Also two little things I feel the need to tell: it's been a while since the last time I read the Chronicles (so don't yell at me pls) and! My ocs are going to be a "fusion" of the books and the movies (Like, taking my favourite things from both and changing what I don't like... Susan not returning at all for example lmao) And! It's me finding a different way to make almost all of them immortal/ageless/slow-aging bc I want them being in more than one movie/book lmao

Last thing, I'm gonna to explain so little about their plot/vibes/actual things so if you wanna know more about some specific ocs feel free to send an ask, I can't wait to talk about them more 🥺

Tagging my Narnia besties @daughter-of-melpomene @come-along-pond @dancingsunflowers-ocs bc I think they would enjoy this (tell me if I didn't have to 🥺)

Nevan Dair - basically Powerful Boy so The White Witch kidnapped recruted him as her little puppet right-hand man (yep, he's a child and there's a lot of manipulation here); meets Edmund and goes on full "I'm going to murder for you" so betrays Jadis; basically immortal (but not really, it's complicated) for the spark inside him; looks like they would kill you is actually a cinnamon roll vibe; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Kit Young

Margaret "Magpie" Kirke - Digory Kirke's granddaughter; lives with her grandpa bc oopsie dead parents; enters in Narnia with the Pevensie sibs (and becomes a Queen of Narnia actually); will come back once again with them (and the third time she'll stay in Narnia lol); Peter Pevensie & Prince Caspian ship FC: Florence Pugh

Elizabeth "Liz" Pevensie - Edmund's twin sister; one of the ruler of Narnia along side her sibilings; will also be the Last Queen before the destruction of Narnia alongside Aine; Aine Meraxes ship FC: Maisie Williams

Verena Mars - Narnian noble, fights against the White Witch, meets the Pevensie sibs, during their reign her and Susan fall in love; when they come back to the Human World Aslan doesn't let her follow them so she finds a way to become "ethereal"/ageless to wait Susan's come back (is ready to kill Aslan anyone that comes in her way of having her happy ending); basically I'm all we supports women rights and wrongs; Susan Pevensie ship ovb FC: Hailee Steinfeld

Arjuna - The White Witch descendant, semi immortal due the Silver Apple her mother ate; will eventually bretray her mother for saving the kids she befriended; Peter Pevensie ship FC: Freya Allan

Avaluna Lohan Kirke - baby born under the Golden Age; wants to visit the Human World so searches the Door the Pevensie arrived with; basically finds it when they found the Lamp-post so she leaves with them and is now stuck in the Human World; gets adopted by Digory Kirke bc how do you explain it to anyone else?; Lucy ship FC: Elle Fanning

Aine Meraxes - princess of a little independent reign on a Isle on the borders of Narnia; they have dragons lol; the Long Winter didn't get there bc a Coven protects it; gets called for help against the White Witch; is a witch herself; uses a similar spell the White Witch used on Charn after the Golden Age ends; will eventually be the Last Queen of Narnia alongside Liz; Liz Pevensie ship FC: Milly Alcock

Killian Evada - leader of a secret organization that plots against the White Witch; turns out that is actually a human that found Narnia; comes back on Earth with the Pevensie sibs; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Shivani - world traveller (basically is born with the power of yellow and geen rings); comes from a world that was destroyed before Narnia was born and has lived for non-specified time in the Wood Between The Worlds; the time there made them kind of immortal; ship TBD FC: Jessie Mei Li

Amaranta Ira - High Witch of Narnia (at least she should be); her ancestors used to be the Second In Command of Narnia's Army before the Age of Winter; became basically the Narnian version of a vigilante during the White Witch's reign lmao; (will probably be with the Pevensie when they come back so she is stuck in England for a long time); Caspian and/or Edmund ship FC: Amita Suman

Leocadius Thorne - comes from a family of librarians basically; actually, keepers of the list of every Narnian Ruler since the beginning of everything; no plot just vibes ship TBD FC: Isaac Hempstead Wright

Merletta of Narnia - Aslan's priestess; just a little bit of plot, mainly vibes; ship TBD (but maybe Lucy Pevensie) FC: Ceara Coveney

Neera Merwyna - siren and pirate (sort of); no plot just vibes; Prince Caspian ship FC: Halle Bailey

Fitzroy Mahogany - Narnian noble? this is literally "I just vibe with this fc but I have no plot, might scrap them but until then..."; ship TBD (Peter?) FC: Douglas Booth

#i got a little bit carried away... might scrap some of them but until then here I am! #greta's ocs madness era #nevan dair #magpie kirke #liz pevensie #verena mars #arjuna #avaluna lohan #avaluna kirke #aine meraxes #killian evada #shivani #amaranta ira #leocadius thorne #merletta of narnia #neera merwyna #fitzroy mahogany

[timmymyluv]

modern day! little women chalamet daughters headcanons

so some time ago I suddenly had this idea and a request I sent to @soren-mai like what if timmy had 4 daughters close in age like in little women but ofc modern day times and they would basically be part of the ✨nepo✨ chalamet entertainment/Hollywood dynasty but in various ways and are actually talented and not just hired because of the famous name

and yn mom is a multi-hyphenate who's tackled a bit of everything too, an all rounder alongside singing, modelling, acting so that talent is also shown in the kids. keeping it general enough would allow you guys to relate a little bit and not be too specific haha

here's some of the headcanons, possible names, personalities and some random facts I think they'd have:

Vivien Nicole

-watching Streetcar named Desire/Gone with the Wind when they found out she's a girl 

- named after Vivien Leigh

-parents were fairly surprised to find out they were expecting but were excited anyway, esp when they were having a girl (they didnt care about gender bec duh its just a label tbh)

-two years older than isabelle

-actress chops even from school plays; wants to be a serious actress, thespian; like even if she was Tree4 that year, she would SERVE

-named after grandma & a great dancer like mom & aunt Pauline

-all sisters did ballet but she went the furthest with pointe and nearly going pro if her acting career didn't take off so soon

-her and isabelle form the "big pair" - inspired by the Romanov OTMA aka Anastasia's sisters

-has green eyes, smiles like you and has your nose;

-godmoms include pauline ofc, and Florence !! is the biggest Baker with auntie flo and appeared in cooking with flo on ig as a little girl and even as an adult when flo would sporadically do it

-the only sister with the exact texture of curls as timmy, as the other sisters either have curlier, or straighter textured hair

-lived with Saoirse in the middle of nowhere in the countryside of Ireland (her younger sis Isabelle's godmother but aunt seersh loves all the girls ofc) for months at a time to have like intensive acting workshops with her

-totally was afraid of becoming pigeonholed or type casted into a particular role/genre because of her acting "nepotism" roots or like what her parents and their friends had done but enjoys a versatile, respected body of work even at a young age

-super into gardening?? would've started a farm with Belle for some reason ksdks she just loves a more quiet life during vacations and away from the craziness of living between Paris and NYC growing up

-fashionista like her runway model sis but is more avant garde with it while belle takes it more minimalist with ootds and being on the go always

-is the most daring of the sisters when it comes to looks like her dad when the sisters would be on various spectrums of playing it safe/classic styles and less flashy patterns/unusual material

-her style is like bella hadids mixed with elsa Hosk, fka twigs and blake livelys press tour looks yk? isa might have a more classic less patterned approach

-her big three probably has cap like her papa, Gemini or sag I'm getting?

Isabelle Saoirse

-Saoirses god daughter and name sake

-the model; has the most delicate features, very fine and soft looking while the rest of the family is very sculpted, sharp but still resembles them esp side by side

-was scouted to be a model even as a child (even with protective, private, hesitant parents) (like around the same age Gigi Hadid was scouted for baby Gap) but she wanted to be in front of cameras and it was clear that even as a child she wanted this they let her try it but were heavily present on set/photoshoots to look out for her, or her parents' famous model friends would be on guard for her too

-tallest of the sisters; becomes a haute couture supermodel

-has hair that’s not fully straight but compared to her sis it’s less wavy/curly to everyone else, but she can’t call her hair either anyway lol doesn’t bother her much some mornings she’s the quickest to get ready as her hair is the easiest to ‘tame’ some bad hair days lol 

-all of them are kind of on the lankier, slim side but she's the tallest and the lankiest shed always use her longer limbs to hide things from her sisters sometimes sfsd

-ironically the shyest of the siblings, found modelling as a means to gain confidence as a child and find her own identity

-all siblings were raised equally bilingual in French and English but she slightly prefers speaking in French and chose to attend uni part time while modelling in France while all her other sisters schooled in the State's and esp in NYC

-is like an honourary god daughter to the Hadid sisters, who act as mentors to her in the fashion industry and really support her

-has a more hazel shade of eyes compared to her dads who has a mix of green and hazel

-her big three probably something with Virgo, Taurus or Libra

Genevieve Maree

-Zendayas god daughter and namesake

-usually has an accent in one of the e’s in her name but isn’t bothered to put it in if she’s in the English speaking world but on her French passport she tends to forget and it can get messy with border crossing/customs sometimes lmao 

-there’s quite a gap age wise between the first two and then the last two (who are close in age to each other) because they wanted more than one kid, having a rather large family but weren’t actively trying, but were def in the financial, and mental/emotional capability to have more kids so they were like hey why not? lol 

-she’s around 3-4 years younger than Belle? 

-has the Chalamet jawline and cheekbones TM like damn gurlll it's so sharp it could CUT

-named after Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses (movies her older sisters loved to watch while their mom was pregnant)

-activist and super artsy; passionate about environment causes, climate change, social equality

-forms the "little pair", the most outgoing of the siblings, most outspoken and is the most public in the family about her life, especially if it'll benefit greater causes, a little bit of her privacy spoiled will seem like nothing to her

-ironically has the most princess looking name but is the most punk/'rebellious' of the bunch

-was nearly named Josephine after Jo March in Little Women

-totally dyed her hair like pitch black and came home with it suddenly and shocking her parents like we could've taken you to a better professional salon if you just asked 😭

-has the most piercings and matches some with her dad, especially the cartilage ones

-has tattoos of her parents and sisters, and childhood pets but they're hidden discretely and rather small but numerous

-wanted to be a professor or like economist but found the systems outdated and was hesitant on continuing her programs at her Ivy League unis (got into all Ivy's, applied to all 8 just cause she could? 😅) so she took a gap year before choosing

-has done the artwork for some of Angel's singles and album covers; or guest edit for one of Belle’s vogue covers, or some background graphics/posters for Viv’s movies - she’d go behind the scenes with anything that’s not activism tbh

-her big three def has Aquarius in there, maybe with Gemini and sag too?

Angelique Greta

-very close in age to Gen; less than a year between the two does a blend of acting and modelling

-again Timmy and Y/N both worked with Greta together and individually with her the years leading up to Angelique’s birth/pregnancy and her early childhood so the second name choice was almost a given

-most private of the sisters; despises social media and avoids if possible but ironic when she writes lyrics, she knows she has to bare herself and be vulnerable, so she goes cryptic and hides easter eggs if she can haha

-has timmys exact nose awww

-writes music and is a singer most of the time ; considers self a singer/songwriter first and then actress/model second

-has kid Cudi as her godfather only fittingly as the surgeon/midwife had him on shuffle and played right as she was born like 😭 what else can we say

-each sister was featured on a T Swift album at least once but she has the most references in lyrics!!! Taylor says she doesn't have a favourite among the 4 but angelique is openly proud she is a character most written about skdkd

-indie rock enthusiast; loves rock bands little more over hip hop (she likes both but her sound is leaning more to pop rock but is also influenced by hip hop); would either go like kinda indie like conan gray/gracie abrams with a lil olivia rodrigo sprinkled in and a side girl band project

-loved to write even as a little girl; got in the most trouble with getting crayons and markers all over the walls

-is probably vegan/vegetarian like Gen, although between the two, she's more sensitive to dairy (?) Lol shout out to my lactose intolerant folks thoughts and prayers to y'all 🙏🫂

-big three has some Scorpio and Cancer?? And maybe some Taurus or Virgo too

...

again this is all fun and games, nice to imagine - esp on sleepless nights?! nothing serious, not being delulu, just writing. enjoy! if u have any headcanons or concepts you wanna share, send them in too! 

#Timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet scenarios #timothee chalamet headcanons #timothee chalamet x reader

[susandsnell]

CHOOSE VIOLENCE: 12, 18, 22, 23

thanks so much maggie!!! sorry for the delay. hope you're well!!

choose violence ask game 🔥

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

pick any woman lmao. but i'm going to say i'm especially defensive of may welland from the age of innocence and amy march from little women. the former is hated for trying to put a stop to an affair her husband was having/protect herself from being left for another woman when before they ever got married, she told newland straight up he didn't have to marry her if he wasn't sure and his dumb ass was so indecisive he tried to have his cake and eat it too, and nearly ruined both their lives. as for amy, she's unjustly hated for the high crime of 1) being kind of bratty as a child and 2) having the audacity to marry laurie, who she loved, instead of jo who is a lesbian who did not/could not commit to him. Perhaps the view of this has been skewed by the 2019 flick where Florence Pugh is playing an 8 year old and a twentysomething, but it really says something that classic lit fandom will fawn over the most atrocious, insufferable men imaginable (Rochester should've roasted and I'll die on that hill) but if a little girl , a literal child, has an age-appropriate fit of rage once and argues with her sisters (do these people not...have siblings?), culminating in her destroys her sister's things and said sister is everyone's self insert character (except, conveniently, for her rejections/subversions of femininity GEE I WONDER WHY), that's apparently a bridge too far. Even if she's overall a sweet person and outgrows being, again, kind of annoying as a kid.

Also, does Carlotta Giudicelli from Phantom of the Opera count? (Let's go with the musical version here for argument's sake.) She's a bit of a diva, sure, but honestly she earned it and is iconic for it, and she literally just wanted workplace safety and to not be replaced by a significantly younger and skinnier performer based on someone in power's attraction to said performer, which is still a very real issue in the entertainment world! She takes no shit! She was kind of hard on Christine when she wasn't to blame but c'mon, I'd hardly be the most reasonable or understanding if there was a serial killer on the loose bumping off my coworkers who was constantly threatening my life and that of my partner, and had suffered public humiliation twice at the hands of said nutjob. And she then has to find her husband dead as almost an afterthought to the wider plot. TeamCarlotta, she did nothing wrong except be slightly rude under extremely upsetting circumstances. I think she was more disliked in past Phantom fandom than she is now, but c'mon. Feature her more in fanworks, she's a badass!

18. it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on… I can't answer 'women' twice, but I will just say as a generality deconstructing popular fic tropes. Really pick apart the horrific implications of what a Soulmates/Reincarnation AU looks like when equipoised against one's free will. Or heck, make it funny - There Is Only One Bed and this sonofabitch keeps kicking me. Just keep things fresh!!!

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores Ooh, tough one! Again, the cop-out answer is 'character's canonical flaws and worse moments, or their better points if they're worse characters' lolol, but I really in general get bummed when people shirk worldbuilding and cool concepts in service of the same handful of relationship tropes? Not to be one of those people who bitches about lacking gen while also not contributing gen content - I fully acknowledge myself I'm more into the relationship aspect of things, but whether it's the fullest potential of the Train in Infinity Train, the way the Force is deconstructed as some kind of horrific fate-controlling entity in Knights of the Old Republic 2, so so so so so much vampire lore/rules/mythos in any given vamp media and its fandom, I wish it was just acknowledged and played with more! You could even do so in service of ships/characterization if you're clever!

23. ship you’ve unwillingly come around to Another tough call! I tend to stick to my guns on ships and either end up liking them out of the gate and then that like can turn into total brainrot, or I just kind of dislike them and stay disliking them. If we're talking some real crack, I started as vaguely amused by Barbenheimer (the crossover ship based on the phenomenon) to getting surprisingly behind cracky content made for it. I'm sorry I don't have a more dramatic or satisfactory answer on this front, but as I said, I tend to stick around my early-formed opinions on ships, and most of them I approach from a neutral perspective to begin with and see if it's swayed by solid content, canon or fanon.

#ask night #thanks so much!!! sorry for the wait #choose violence asks

[bethnalgreen]

The Preston and Child Books

Welcome to my corner of Tumblr, and my first-ever post. Sorry about the length!

Warning: Spoilers ahead.

I can't even remember when I first read "Relic," the first novel in what became the Pendergast series by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. It was probably sometime in the 1990s. I do have specific memories of reading "The Cabinet of Curiosities" in the summer of 2002. My sister and I had just moved to New York City, and I was working at Barnes & Noble. You could borrow any hardcover book from B&N to read as long as you put a protective book cover on it. I spent several late nights reading it in our sublet, scared half to death and definitely entertained.

For the next six years, I was a passionate fan of these books. I even managed to snag an audiobook version of "The Book of the Dead" before its official release date (not from B&N) because I was going to be on a plane that day and wanted desperately to read it ASAP.

It's hard to believe that's been almost 15 years ago. I'm still reading the P/C books, and looking forward to them, but I've found myself increasingly disappointed in them.

I don't want to just dump on them. I write for fun but have never finished a story, and I truly applaud the imagination and dedication evident in even the books I truly dislike. (And there have been a few. I give every P/C book a second chance, but it doesn't always make me like it more. The novels I love have been read at least half a dozen times.)

The sticking point for me in the last half-dozen books or so has been the character of Constance Greene (she's so special she can't just be a Green, she has to be a Greene.) She's like a female version of Agent Pendergast, minus the empathy, charm, and any other personality trait that makes him tolerable.

Pendergast can be a pill, that's for sure. But I always manage to root for him, because he does occasionally show signs that he's human. Constance may as well be a robot ... actually, that could explain a lot. Pendergast's outrageous intellectual and physical feats can be explained to some degree by his wealth, his education, his experience in special forces, and his FBI training.

Constance, on the other hand, was picked up off the street at age six by a sociopath. He molded her into exactly what he wanted in a companion. She had more than a century to practice the harpsichord, study languages (Gaelic, really? How convenient), and read hundreds of books on esoteric subjects. She apparently never left the house during that time, which is why her physical feats really beggar belief.

As much as I like "The Book of the Dead," this crap with Constance started then. She'd been a long-term shut-in, but she somehow was able to track Diogenes all around the world, get the better of him in Florence despite his meticulous planning, and outthink him on the slopes of Stromboli.

From there, it's only gotten worse. She's become an "all-knowing ninja," to quote someone on Reddit. She can fire a machine gun after watching (with ill-concealed boredom, no doubt) a man show off the weapon for a few minutes. She can swim, even though she couldn't just a few weeks earlier. She becomes an adept at Chongg Ran after a few lessons (of course she does!).

And what makes it all worse is this gross quasi-romance that's taken up too much time in the series. Constance has convinced herself that she's in love with Pendergast, and she won't take no for an answer. (He's told her "no," with words and body language, more than once.)

If Pendergast has to have a romantic partner, doesn't he deserve better than a short-tempered, monomaniacal sociopath? This woman threatened to kill him in "Blue Labyrinth" for reminding her about her dalliance with Diogenes, then planned her own suicide as he lay dying in the hospital. She saves his life because she's obsessed with him and is dependent on him.

I haven't yet read "The Cabinet of Dr. Leng" -- given how Constance-centric it sounds, I've decided to get it from the library instead of spending my hard-earned money on it -- but I'm hoping the trilogy is a way to gracefully get rid of her. Have her fall for a man back in the 1880s and stay there. Hell, have Diogenes pilot a spaceship from Area 51 back into the 1880s and whisk her off to Mars!

She's taken up enough space in this series. Please, guys, just ditch her already ...

Favorite P/C Novels

Relic, Thunderhead, The Cabinet of Curiosities, Still Life with Crows, The Book of the Dead, Fever Dream, White Fire

Least Favorite P/C Novels

Brimstone, Cemetery Dance, Crimson Shore, Obsidian Chamber, City of Endless Night, Crooked River, Bloodless

#agent pendergast #prestonchild

[fideliushqs]

. ✧ . * . + 𝟏 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃

ASTORIA GREENGRASS (astoriiagreeengrass) is looking for their OLDER SISTER at hogwarts. they’re about TWENTY-THREE and look like DAKOTA FANNING/FLORENCE PUGH/CHLOE MORETZ/SYDNEY SWEENEY/LILY JAMES/SAOIRSE RONAN. you DO NOT need to contact JULIA before applying. ( astoria was considered the delicate child of the two, and as such, daphne was expected to protect her younger sister. whether daphne holds resentment towards her younger sister or continues to try to protect her from the darkness of the world is totally up to you. i imagine the parents dotted on their children and tried to keep astoria away from the darkness of the wizarding world bc she's the youngest of the two, so i think they shoved all their particularly extreme views on daphne while sharing only a little bit with astoria so she would side with the dark side. i also think the greengrass family would highly be a political family and both parents would work in the ministry alongside being death eaters. )

#wc #wanted connection #harry potter rp #hp rp

[upontherisers]

oc introduction: meet ‘em in the skies

hey y’all! this is a semi-formal introduction post to the women of meet ‘em in the skies, my Band of Brothers universe. thanks to @mercurygray and @shoshiwrites for giving me some guidance on how to structure this. my OCs are presented in alphabetical order by first name because that’s how my google doc sorted them. (there are also a lot of them so here’s a read more!)

Anita Kennedy Matthews, 18; from Harvey, IL

Youngest of seven girls, doesn’t often get the chance to be the first in her family to do something. Wants to do more with her life than sit around and wait to get married, so she volunteers for the paratroopers the day after she graduates high school. Loves to swim and go dancing. Dedicated to her friends, happy, and slightly naive. Has an unexpected reunion during training.

Coretta Bailey, 26; from Oakland, CA

A trailblazer. One of the first Black graduates of Scripps College, one of the first Black nurses accepted into the ANC, and the first Black nurse to report to the ETO for duty. Her parents would prefer her to be home, so she placates them by occasionally writing to a pilot she knew growing up, and he writes back, but she hopes no one thinks she’s serious about starting anything. There’s a war on. She’s beauty and she’s grace, refined, eloquent, poised, and determined to serve the men and women of her country to the best of her ability.

Doris “Trip” Davis Danes, 21; from Snowshoe, WV

Grew up hunting and farming in the woods with her younger sister while her father and older brothers worked in the coal mines. Shoots straight, doesn’t miss. Knows how to stick up for herself when threatened. Had to balance being the eldest daughter but the second youngest child with no mother in the house. The Army came and got her when the integration order went into effect. Only went to school through eighth grade.

Dorothy “Dot” Woods, 19; from Chicago, IL

City girl, loves heights. Grew up in the Bronzeville neighborhood of Chicago’s infamous Black Belt, and loved it. Was a NYA kid and ended up as a switchboard operator at a phone company for a year and some change. Her dad fought in the Great War, her older brother’s 4F, so she decides to join up before they try to draft her. She’s willing to do the dirty work in order to win the war. She’s not happy about having to serve with non-Blacks, but she’ll do it.

Eleanor “Ellie” Gibbs, 20; from Billings, MT

Rancher’s daughter. Loves riding horses, knows how to shoot, pitch a tent, and collect freshwater. Used to go on cattle drives with her older brother and her dad. Went to boarding school on the East Coast but was sent back for disciplinary reasons. Wasn’t allowed to follow her brother to the Pacific, so she bribes some stable hands to sneak her out of the house and she joins the paratroopers. She’s a sweet talker with a smile like warm sunshine.

Estelle Brown, 18; from Austin, TX

Replacement who joined up to kick some ass but ended up a medic. She’s trying to roll with it. Was constantly in school-yard scraps and fights with her nine siblings growing up, so she learned to patch up her own cuts and bruises. Competitive dancer, competitive in everything, that’s why it was the paratroopers or nothing for her. She wants to be with the best. She’s as stubborn as they come, fiery, and vibrant. Chews gum like her life depends on it.

Florence “Flo” Kanaka’ole, 20; from Honolulu, HI

Showgirl turned soldier. Was in her family’s tourism business dancing and making crafts, and picked up gigs at some of the sailor’s nightclubs on Waikiki Beach so she could afford to live with some friends. Wanted to join up after Pearl Harbor to protect her homeland, and Army posters appealed to her. No more makeup, dresses, or fake smiles. Makes everyone learn to say her last name correctly. If they can say Eisenhower, they can say hers. Loves to sing ‘Ōlelo songs and she’ll dance for everyone when she’s drunk. Best friends with Frankie.

Frances “Frankie” Wilson, 19; from Baltimore, MD

Joins up because she’s bored. Her husband is off being a hotshot pilot in the Pacific, and she’s bored in her in-law’s house, getting no action—combat or physical. Quits her seamstress apprenticeship to join the paratroopers because she wants a challenge. Her good looks and perfectly tailored uniforms can be deceiving. Feisty, foul-mouthed, funny, and a shameless flirt. Will tailor your uniforms for money, doesn’t really care how much. Best friends with Flo.

Georgina M. Webster, 20; from Harlem, NY

Comes from an illustrious pedigree, constantly name drops her parents’ acquaintances and some of the people she knew in her youth. Wants everyone to know she’s a Radcliffe student but refuses to explain what that means to anyone who doesn’t already understand. Incredibly smart, whip quick wit, regularly complains about the poor quality of everything that the Army provides. Has no bedside manner. Storms every room she walks into.

Gloria “Glory” Davies, 19; from Memphis, TN

A gentle, sweet Southerner. Kind, soft-spoken, humble, not a mean bone in her body. Oldest of eight, dropped out of high school to help her parents run their restaurant. Wanted to join up when the war started, but was too afraid to leave her family for the unknown. Eventually worked up the courage and met Easy Company at Ft. Bragg. Loves music but is too shy to sing in front of others. Quickly becomes a favorite of Col. Sink’s. 

Jeanne “Jeannie” Carmichael, 19; from Fruitland, GA

Comes to the Army with no strings attached. No family, no friends, no address. Just the clothes she has on and the few belongings in her bag. A quick learner, thinks fast on her feet, incredibly strong, good with her hands. Good memory on account that she can’t read. Has yet to learn how to people. Knows nothing of the world outside of her tiny farm town, and has to adjust to people with morals different than hers.

Josephine “Joey” O’Shaughnessy, 25; from Boston, MA

A red-headed fury. Is trying to get some heat off of her back after an incident at OCS by shaping her platoon into the best the Army has ever seen. Doesn’t have the time or patience to care about individual feelings, but always takes the time to help a soldier she sees struggling with a task. Refuses to leave a man behind. Believes in raising the lowest common denominator. Proud graduate of Spelman College. Best friends with Lil.

Lillian “Lil” Sikes Linetti, 22; from Atlantic City, NJ

Howard University Alumni. Got married at 18 and struggled to be a housewife after college. Believes the Army will give her something to do with her education and will give her space from her husband. The middle of five children all serving in the Armed Forces. Has always wanted to travel. Has a knack for maps and navigation. Mom friend, gets worried sometimes. Doesn’t put up with shenanigans. Best friends with Joey.

Matilda “Mattie” James, 17; from Pahokee, FL

Grew up as a migrant worker. Taught herself to sing and read music, soloist at her church, former music teacher. Wants to help her family move to Pittsburgh, where the Black community is growing and her dad’s family lives. Doesn’t tell her family that she’s joining up, or that she’s going with the paratroopers for the extra pay. Wants to fight so that her younger brothers won’t have to. Second youngest company member, and she’ll go after you if you bring it up. Wants to be treated like an adult. Faith is important to her.

Rose Robinson, 27; from San Francisco, CA

Though a New Yorker by birth, she spent her childhood and adolescence between San Francisco and Paris. Attended the Emma Willard School and Vassar College. Speaks several languages, loves baseball, and art. Joining up with the OSS puts her in close contact with her good friend Lewis Nixon over the course of the war.

Victoria “Bertie” Adams Albert, 19; from Green Bay, WI

Joins up when a recruiter comes into her family’s camera shop and asks if anyone would like to join the APS. Believes in telling stories honestly and truthfully. Will run directly into the line of fire for a picture. Easy to tease, but easy to apologize to. A bit idyllic, naive, young, in over her head at points. Trusts people in authority. Babbles when she’s nervous. Tries to use her camera as a shield but gets too attached anyway. 

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[nirikeehan]

happy friday and dadwc!! for cullen/thalia, a prompt from the dictionary of obscure sorrows list: "anecdoche n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening." ??

Oh, I loved this prompt, thank you!!

A little while ago @inquisimer gave me the seed of an idea about an AU where Cullen is hired as a private templar for Thalia instead of the Trevelyans sending her to the Ostwick Circle. This was the perfect opportunity to try it out and unleash all my headcanon about Thalia's terrible family on the world.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1399

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“Rutherford,” said Bann Oswald Trevelyan upon their introduction. “That’s an interesting name for a Fereldan.”

He spoke the word Fereldan the way one might say a nug. Cullen could tell he was fishing; perhaps his surname connected to some obscure or fallen line of nobility, one that the bann had simply never heard of. 

“I grew up near a river,” Cullen explained lightly. “A grandfather some generations back was named Ruther, so I’m told. People paid him to ferry them across.”

“Ah. I see. Ruther’s Ford, yes.” The disappointment was evident in Bann Trevelyan’s face, but he offered a hand to shake regardless. “Welcome to Ostwick.”

He retired to his study shortly thereafter, but the Lady Florence herself gave Cullen a tour of the manor. As it was the height of summer, the family would be spending the next few months at the country estate — to escape the choking heat that permeated Ostwick proper this time of year. “It’s those damnable city walls,” Lady Florence complained. “There’s just no circulation of air in the entire city.” 

Cullen thought, but did not say, that perhaps the ancient Ostwickans had a different opinion of their now-famed double walls, as they were the only force that had been able to repel the Qunari invaders. As advised by his Knight-Commander, he nodded along and kept his mouth shut. 

He could not complain about the accommodations. As Lady Florence led him down the corridors, showing off gargantuan room after gargantuan room, it became difficult to keep track of them all — the parlor, the downstairs study, not to be confused with the Bann’s private one, the main library (implying there were others?), the conservatory, the billiard room, and on and on. Each had tall, sunny windows that looked out upon the sprawling grounds, and beyond that, the cliffs and the sparkling sea. While Cullen had long ago grown used to the splendor of Chantry architecture, the Templars’ living quarters were much more austere than this. Even though he would be considered one of the household staff, this was by far the most extravagant place he’d ever stepped foot in. 

 As they roamed the hallways, Lady Florence spoke at length about her children: their son, Micah, heir to House Trevelyan, was apparently an accomplished fencer. Cullen heard so much about the beauty and grace of Laela, the eldest daughter, it made him vaguely uncomfortable. And Charlotte, of which her parents were so proud, was not living at home, having gone to study to become a Chantry sister. 

The names flew by Cullen with little consequence; none of them were the person he was hired to protect. 

Florence lapsed into silence after speaking of child number three, leaving Cullen feeling disquieted. He had expected some explanation of his duties, but once they had passed the kitchens and reached the servants’ staircase, Florence merely ground to a halt like a failing clockwork automaton.

“Follow me upstairs,” she added brightly, wringing her hands, “and I’ll show you to your room!”

Cullen hesitated. “Of course,” he said, because one did not question the intention of his betters, especially not if he was in their employ. Following her up the narrow staircase, with as much politeness as he could muster,  he asked, “And when may I meet the Lady Thalia?”

Florence froze on the landing. “Dinner,” she said, the iciness to her tone unmistakable. “You’ll see her tonight at dinner.” 

—

Lady Thalia did not appear at dinner. This seemed to bother no one but Cullen.

The dining hall was wood-paneled with a high ceiling, and looked out onto the sea as the sun sank toward the horizon. Golden light filled the room, lending it an ethereal glow. Cullen knew he should savor a chance to dine with the Trevelyans, as it was a gesture of generosity. Yet he kept glancing at the place set for his charge, and felt increasingly apprehensive the longer it remained empty. 

In the meantime, he studied the other family members. Micah had a long face, carrot-colored hair, and an air of self-importance Cullen had come to expect from the aristocracy. Lady Laela had inherited her mother’s blond tresses, done up and secured behind a gauzy veil. The look was apparently all the rage in Ostwick this season, he recalled from the carriage ride through the city. Laela was quite pretty, with lively green eyes that glanced his way too often to be an accident. That she had been seated directly adjacent to Cullen was also difficult to ignore. 

“Ser Cullen, as a templar you must have the most fascinating stories,” said Laela. 

“Ah, it’s a less glamorous profession than it sounds,” Cullen said, trying to remember which utensil was the salad fork. “May I ask, when will your sister be joining us?” 

Ignoring the question, Micah cut in. “Have you ever been on a hunt, ser?” 

“A hunt?” Cullen wondered if the Trevelyan siblings wanted him to regale them with tales of tracking down apostates, which was grim dinner fare. “I’m not sure what you mean, my lord.” 

“Boar,” Micah intoned slowly, as if Cullen might not understand the common tongue. “Or perhaps stags. Fennecs?” 

“Oh, er. No. Can’t say that I have.” 

“A pity. It’s good hunting in these seaside forests.” Micah swirled the wine in his glass. “I could take you, if you’re inclined.” 

“I’m more concerned with my duties to the Lady Thalia,” Cullen said, trying to steer the conversation back on course. “Is she often late to table like this?”

Laela waved dismissively with a soft, manicured hand. “Oh, who knows what that one gets up to?”

“A templar might like to learn,” Cullen said, praying to Andraste to save his patience. “It is what I’ve been hired to do.”

By the look Laela gave him, one might suspect Cullen had relieved himself into her cold cucumber soup. “Mother. Mother, our new templar would like to know where Thalia is.” 

Lady Florence, who had been droning on to her husband about paint swatches for the guest wing renovation, looked up sharply. “Must we ruin dinner with such an unflattering tone, darling?”

“I’m just saying. He wants to know.”

“He— er, I,” Cullen said, clearing his throat, “am only asking out of concern, for Lady Thalia and the rest of the household. As you may know, it is often perilous to leave a mage alone for long stretches of time.” Especially one who did not have the benefit of a Circle education. 

Four pairs of eyes swiveled to him, each gaze more withering than the last. 

“Are you suggesting, Ser Cullen,” Bann Oswald hissed, “that my daughter is a danger to herself and others?” 

Yes, Cullen wanted to say, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. This was his third private assignment, an arrangement common enough for families like the Trevelyans, who could afford to pay for such services. What these families did not know was that the Templar Order’s top priority was not to coddle their magically inclined relative — it was to ensure the safety of the society around that person. As Knight-Commander Greagoir had told Cullen when he took this position: his goal should always be to convince the mages they were better off in a Circle. Things had gone smoothly enough with the first two, but neither previous family had shone such obtuseness as this pack of noble fools. 

“Of course not,” Cullen forced himself to say. “My lord.” 

“Good. See to it such an unfortunate insinuation never passes your lips again.” Oswald turned to the roast pheasant on his plate and muttered, “Fereldans. Always so crass.” 

Cullen white-knuckled the polished silver fork in his hand and willed himself to calm down. Losing his temper would do no good here — it was Thalia he needed to deal with, not her vile family. 

A great crash sounded from upstairs, startling a dinner roll from his hand. His gaze darted about in alarm, but the Trevelyans didn’t even look up.

“Well,” said Laela, taking a sip of wine, “she’s at it again.” 

Cullen had had enough. None too gently, he demanded, “What exactly is she ‘at’?”

“Ser Cullen, it seems your opportunity has arisen. Be a dear and go see what Thalia’s got herself into this time.” Lady Florence’s voice dripped with saccharine venom. “And please make sure she’s dressed properly for dinner.” 

Cullen had never left a table so quickly in his life.

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[potionboy3]

Character profile

► basics; Full Name: Angelo della Rovere Birthday: 23rd of June 18xx Pronouns: he/him Sexual Orientation: Bi Hogwarts House: Slytherin Blood Status: pureblood Nationality: Italian Personality type: ENFP

Personality: Angelo is curious by nature. He’s good at studying but often leaves things to run on their own course, waiting to see what happens. He’s the youngest child, baby sunshine of the family and it shows on how he seeks attention and validation.  Angelo is really a combination of his two siblings. He has a quick temper, and he thinks highly of himself. He wants to do great in life and to have glory. Still being the youngest child with no certain future plans has made him secretly very insecure and afraid. He is not as graceful as his siblings either and has a great tendency for clumsiness. Angelo usually expects to be liked and it bothers him if people don’t. He can first come across as smug and a little annoying with his tendencies to talk about his family’s special history and wealth. Once you get to know him, you’ll see that he’s very caring and often on a good mood which reflects on other people around him. He also has a big heart, even if he doesn’t show it to everyone.

► magical info;

Wand: Silver Lime wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ¼ and quite flexible flexibility

"This unusual and highly attractive wand wood was highly fashionable in the nineteenth century. Demand outstripped supply, and unscrupulous wandmakers dyed substandard woods in an effort to fool purchasers into believing that they had purchased silver lime. The reasons for these wands' desirability lay not only in their unusually handsome appearance, but also because they had a reputation for performing best for Seers and those skilled in Legilimency, mysterious arts both, which consequently gave the possessor of a silver lime wand considerable status.  

Patronus: White stallion

Proud, majestic, and often stubborn. Witches and wizards who produce a white stallion patronus know they are strong and can strike awe into many of their peers. They are confident and know exactly what the limit to their powers are, but that wont stop them from showing off what they can do.

If you conjure the white stallion you are more than likely a very strong willed person. The white stallion may be produced by a proud being, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t humble. Those who call the white stallion their patronus will defend their friends and families honor with extreme dedication.

Patrounus memory: A memory when he was a child. Agata gave him a little rose gem to keep in his pocket for good luck, he keeps it around every day.

Boggart: People around him turning on him and hating him.

Specialized/Favourite spells:  Lumos Solem, he does this trick while dueling where he tries to dazzle the opponent first.

► background;

Place of Birth: Florence, Italy

Home: Palazzo Della Rovere, hidden from muggles, later London, Agata’s apartment.

Little history of the Della Rovere’s in the wizarding society:

Della Rovere’s were thought to have ended their family line in Vittoria Della Rovere (1694) who married into de’ Medici family and the titles became extinct with the extinction of the House of Medici with the death of her grandson Gian Gastone de’ Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany in 1737. The family line continued how ever in secret as they were almost reveled to the muggles for being wizards. They left Rome and Urbino and created a hidden home in Florence, following in Vittoria’s footsteps. With time they were wiped from the lives of the muggle’s but stayed well known and wealthy as well as more powerful than ever in their wizarding society. They would later be known as just Rovere’s

Childhood:

Angelo was born around 20 years later than his other siblings. He was a happy surprise to the family and everyone treated him like a little prince. His older sister Agata adored him and his brother Achille was always there to protect him when he was younger. When he was still very young, Agata moved to live in London and it made the child who saw her as some what of an idol very sad. The parents spoiled all of their children and Angelo was used to getting what he wanted. He still managed to grow a great appreciation for nature around him and had a soft spot for creatures. He liked to make people around him laugh. At some point he started to be the child who would protect those younger than him. He loves horses but is very bad at riding because of his clumsiness. He often had odd dreams that often happen to come true.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Giorgio Belli Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color: Black Height: 6,1 feet/ 185cm

Story:

Like his siblings, Angelo was home schooled. He didn’t feel like it was the right environment for him as he loved to be around other people and he was jealous of his friends for attending actual school. He was bored at staying still and wished to see the world outside Italy. He decided to his parents’ disappointment to ask for a chance to attend Hogwarts and to go live with his sister in London. Eventually the permission was granted.

► relatives;

Father: Francesco Maria IV della Rovere Head of the Della Rovere family at the time of Angelo’s birth. He wanted his children to be happy and marry who ever they wanted to (as long as they’re pureblood) as he did himself but after Agata decided not to marry Ezra Greenaway, he grew angry and judged her choice. He decided to make a different call for his other children and began arranging marriages to his own liking that would present the family in the right way. Neither Achille or Angelo were bothered by his plans as they were promised to get some say in the matter. It backfired for Angelo later in life…

Mother: Teresa Miani

Teresa came from a less wealthy pureblood family. Her family had lost their wealth when she met her future husband. He chose to marry her anyway. Angelo got along better with his mother than father. When he later fell in love, he begged for his mother to side with her on the matter but she was hesitant.

Sister: Agata della Rovere Even while being away from Angelo for most of his childhood’s determine years, him and Agata grew close, and she adored him. Later in life when he moved to live with her, she was a big part on raising him.  He thinks his sister is the most brilliant person to exist. The two may argue sometimes but mostly see eye to eye in life. She wants him to decide on things for himself like she has done in life and it bothers her how easily Angelo still falls for the family’s responsibilities and how he can easily minimize his own needs in order to please others.

Brother:  Achille della Rovere After Agata left Italy, the second oldest child Achille was named the heir. He was sly and quick tempered. Achille and Angelo had a difficult relationship where he would often tease his younger brother and call him too soft. Whenever Agata would come to visit, Angelo would side with her when she and Achille would quibble about nonsense and it annoyed Achille greatly. Through all this if Angelo was ever in real danger, Achille would always choose to help him and protect him. 

► relationships;

Love interests:  Georgiana Parson @unfortunate-arrow​ STORY TO BE UPDATED

Friends:

OPEN FOR FRIENDS 

Allegiances: The Della Rovere family, Slytherin house

► misc;

Hobbies & Extracurriculars: Riding, although he’s bad at it, duelling

Favourite Subject: Charms, divination

Professions: To be updated

#Angelo della Rovere #hphl #character profile mine #I will update this profile greatly in the future but this is the draft version that has the basic info #it has the same issues as many of my other profiles that it's still lacking on the hogwarts info and the stories are still uncertain #I am also still thinking about his future career #OPEN FOR FRIENDS AND DOORM MATES! #Hope there aren't huge mistakes

[wallacejwriting]

Descent Snippet

Trying something I've done before "progressive outlining", because that's how I did all my fics and frankly that worked great and I actually can edit this time. Time to stop taking myself so seriously.

Anyway, enjoy. Please let me know what you think. I'm interested less in structure and more in emotions, tone, anything it invokes, intrigue, that sorta thing.

Vibes, basically.

Draft 1, Chapter 1

Now, the shutters were closed to protect the glass, and the power in Heron was out everywhere but the church.

Where Nat went, power followed.

No one said thank you. Two people crossed themselves as Nat passed. Outside, the wind howled and the hail beat upon the roof and shutters. Father [Mulcahy] stood at the front of the church, a few steps behind the three urns lined upon a table. He wouldn’t look at Nat.

Nat didn’t want to look at him, either.

Instead, they focused on the urns. A smooth bronze colour, polished and clean, the etchings precise.

Blinking back tears, Nat read what each said.

David Chevalier Beloved Father, Husband, and Community Member June 27, 1998 �� October 15, 2039 Taken Too Soon

Florence Chevalier Beloved Mother, Wife, and Leader January 3, 1997 — October 15, 2039 Taken Too Soon

Ayla Chevalier Beloved Daughter, Sister, and Friend February 13, 2030 — October 15, 2039 Taken Too Soon

Eyes burned at Nat’s back. They closed their eyes, tears slipping down dark cheeks turned ashy from lack of sleep, and said goodbye.

Burning candles in every corner of the vast space sent a nose level cloud of faintly vanilla smoke twisting through the air until it surrounded everyone. The grandfather clock near the choir pews tick-ticked from one minute to the next. Behind Nat, people whispered, ebbs of quiet and loud mixed with the occasional fearless shriek of a child at play.

A bitter taste twisted between their teeth, setting into their gums. A smell that matched crept across the vanilla smoke until only the former remained.

Nat opened their eyes. They blinked away their tears and wiped them with their coat sleeves.

Hail melt dripped from their shoulders and cuffs, forming a cold, shallow puddle around their feet. Their dark curls clung wet and tight to their scalp.

Dad. Mom. Ayla. Nat forced themself to memorize the urns. To memorize this moment. This emptiness.

Whoever designed the urns added something at the top of Ayla’s — an etching of her teddy bear, [Name].

Nat swallowed, turned, and walked out.

“Murderer.”

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[seffora-merryweather]

♛ → THE REACH presents SEFFORA MERRYWEATHER, the RULING LADY of LONGTABLE. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-SIX year old FEMALE who was CURIOUS & EMPATHETIC before they saw the first of the flames, is now RESENTFUL & TEMPERAMENTAL after seeing the last. they’re often associated with leather-bound books for her tu nurture her curious pursuit of knowledge, gowns embroidered with gold thread and pearls, a kind heart that endures despite the harsh losses of family. ( FC: Imogen Waterhouse )

BASIC FACTS:

NAME: Seffora Merryweather

AGE: Twenty-six (Born December 8th, 117 AC)

STATUS: Ruling Lady, former ward of House Rowan

OCCUPATION: Ruling Lady of Longtable, former tutor to the Rowan children

MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried

CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: Lawful good

MBTI: INFP (introversion, intuition, feeling, perceiving)

RELIGION: Faith of the Seven

VIRTUES: Curious, Empathetic, Caring, Quick-learning, Reliable & Perceptive

VICES: Self-doubting, Temperamental, Withdrawn, Dissatisfied, Resentful & Impulsive

GENERAL INFORMATION:

Seffora is the third daughter of the recently deceased Lord Serwyn Merryweather and his first wife, the lady Lady Sarella Kidwell. Her older sisters are Sienna Merryweather, the late Sofina Allyrion née Merryweather (deceased). She has a younger sister (aged 7) named Shireen, daughter of Lord Serwyn and his second wife, Lady Elaine Tarly.

During the Dance of Dragons, Longtable was under siege and her paternal uncle, Lord Silas Merryweather, ruling lord at the time, was executed. Lord Serwyn was named ruling lord then, and in an effort to protect his children, the Merryweather sisters were sent away to be kept safe. Initially it was Serwyn’s friends from House Rowan who took them in while matters settled. Their maternal house at Ivy Hall took in Sienna and Sofina little after that, but Seffora in particular had already developed a close bond to the family of Lord Tirius and was officially made a ward to House Rowan (mainly under Tirius’ care).

Due to her proclivity to read and study, Seffora has taken a role of tutor/governess of sorts towards the children of Tirius Rowan. It’s not a role that advances her in court, but one that makes her happy.

Despite living apart from each other, over the years Seffora maintained a very close relationship to her sister Sofina, who was always a gentler and kinder presence. Be it at Ivy Hall or Longtable once it was restored, Seffora visited quite often. Her bond to Sienna is more complicated, however. Her oldest sister has remained embittered by the events of the war and the execution of one of their kin at ther very ancestral home, and is someone Seffora has generally found harder to relate to.

In the Reach’s court she became acquainted with then Princess Florence, and their bond strengthened after an unfortunate attack the two of them faced together in the North at the hands of some thugs. Florence asked her to become one of her ladies in waiting. This proximity and friendship to a Hightower earned Seffora some disdain from her sister, Sienna.

After the recent passing of Serwyn Merryweather, his succession was unclear: whether the title of Ruling Lady of Longtable should go to his eldest daughter, Sienna, or to his wife, Elaine Tarly. Both made their claims, but ultimately Lady Elaine was forced to flee with her child and Sienna took over Longtable. While in Dorne, Seffora was made aware of her father’s passing via a letter from Sienna, and learned about the murky matters of the succession as Lady Elaine and little Shireen arrived at Sunspear prior to the departure of the Reach to head back home.

At the start of the civil war that sprouted from Sienna’s marriage to the usurper, Alaric Tyrell, a series of betrothals took place to strengthen the Reach’s ties with their allies. Seffora became betrothed to Lord Mathis Rowan but no marriage came to pass, since the late Hand of the King was murdered.

After months of conflict, Alaric Tyrell and his wife, Sienna Merryweather, were forced to surrender. They were arrested and set to be trialed. Seffora was declared the legitimate ruling Lady of Longtable at the end of the civil war and moved to her family’s ancestral home to begin her new duties with the guidance of entrusted Rowan cousins of Lord Tirius.

CONNECTIONS:

Serwyn Merryweather: Father (deceased)

Sarella Kidwell: Mother (deceased)

Sienna Merryweather: Oldest sister (deceased)

Sofina Merryweather: Older sister (deceased)

Elaine Tarly: Step-mother

Shireen Merryweather: Younger half-sister

House Rowan: Former guardians, close friends. Seffora particularly developed a close bond with Lord Tirius Rowan, who is like an older brother to her and somewhat of a parental figure as well. She also took to Lord Tirius’ children and assisted in their education while she was Lord Tirius’ ward.

Ophelia Fowler: Friend. Seffora befriended the Dornish healer after her unfortunate encounter with some Northern thugs at the time the realms gathered in King Theon’s domain.

Prince Rhys Arryn: Childhood friend, and someone who has remained one of her closest friends. It saddened her deeply that he departed to Braavos due to a rare illness.

Lucca Tyrell: Seffora began to befriend the heir of the Reach following the end of the Reach civil war. A bond formed between the two and Seffora holds special affection for Lucca and his two baby sons.

#updated some stuff; particularly in the connections part #seffora: about

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#skin in heds doesn’t have to be super stretchy! the softness fragility etc. is generally milder compared to other eds types

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello ! Sorry for my bad English, I'm french. But can I ask you how is x virus with his partner ? ^^ I'm sorry for asking if "commission" are closed <3

hi! sorry this took so long to get out, my mental health has been in the gutter, lately

X-Virus with his partner

(this is my version of canon, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted lmao) First of all, we're not going to talk about how you got with this man, but if he (hypothetically) had a partner, it'd probably be very neglectful. Cody doesn't take care of himself all that well; I mean, he's an addict; he's pretty much always focused on making new viruses he can test on himself, so there's no attention going your way. If there was, likely, it's just trialling a virus on you, which would be rare as he prefers to feel the after-effects of his viruses so he can note them down more accurately. You'd have to tend to him quite a bit as many of his viruses have very harsh side effects, which can leave him writhing in pain for hours or even (temporarily) paralysed. The whole relationship would be very one-sided, with you being neglected 99% of the time.

hopefully, it was to your standards, if you want it within normal creepypasta AU (and not my lore), then just send it in again

27 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#4

Hiii! I hope your having a nice day or night! Can I request older sibling headcanons with Ben drowned,Nina and judge angels? Platonically ofc! How much younger the reader is,is up to you! Also gn reader please!~hyper anon

hi, hyper anon!!!! sorry I didn’t answer earlier and took me so long to actually answer it!!

(reader isn’t too young, maybe a few years younger than the creepy <;3)

Older Brother! Ben Drowned & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

In my canon Ben was an only child so the reader is platonically adopted as Ben’s younger sibling. He’s very happy to have a younger sibling! Growing up, for them, they didn’t have too many great male role models so they try their best to be a greater role model for you. He definitely plays video games with you; purposely losing to make you feel good about winning (or if you lose Ben makes sure you win the next round!), he’d also introduce you to his friends (namely Jeff and EJ, as he lives with them) and they, too, adopt you as their lil’ sibling.

Older Sibling! Nina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Nina 100% makes it her sworn duty to protect you from any dangers that may present itself to you! They're very happy to have another younger sibling and makes sure to love you as they did their brother, Chris. She does tons of things with you from baking at stupid times of day/night, to picnics, to just a bunch of fun activities! Their girlfriend, Clockwork/Natalie, definitely adopts you as her younger sibling so that she can be a better role model than her older brother was to her.

Older Sister! Dina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Dina, having never had a sibling before and being a completely lonely child, is overjoyed at the idea of being a older sister! She's very caring and gives you tons of cute angel-like nicknames/petnames such as "Angel", "Feather", "Avengelos" (Greek name meaning messenger or good angel), "Dove" and more. Dina loves nature and spends every moment she can outside and definitely pulls you outside so you can feel the wind against your face, the grass between your toes, and can hear the many calming sounds of nature. Picnics are also a must; a basket packed with good food, and sweet or savoury snacks is always taken and after you've both filled yourselves with food you lay down and go cloud-gazing, laughing at the ideas of what certain clouds look like. All in all, Dina is the best sister 100/10

EEK, sorry this took so long to answer, I just kinda forgot about it, haha 😅

34 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#3

Toby headcanons

@eldritch-hall-asylum / @ellie-insertsurnamehere cuz you like Toby! (I think, at least)

Connie (Toby's mum (or mom if ur weird >_>)) had Tourette's when she was younger. She grew out of it before having kids, though.

Loves axe-throwing! He's pretty good at it, too!

Gets along quite well with EJ! They're both quite artistically talented and love sharing tips together.

Also just likes EJ's being in his presence. He feels safe.

He wants a pet raccoon. (so do I :()

Has a tic of "Guess who made waffles!" from Invader Zim

Definitely likes vintage things.

His most common motor tics are throwing his head back, hitting his chest, and cracking his neck. These can be quite dangerous and he definitely hurts himself without knowing.

His most common vocal tics are coprolalia (the vulgar/swearing tic), the waffles tic and just general shouting/loudness.

Can't taste but loves sour/savoury things over sweet things.

Collector. Of what you might be asking? Anything he can get his grubby little mitts on.

Has freckles. Like, tons. They're mostly on his shoulders and back, though.

39 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

Hyper anon is aliveee!!! Can I request a platonic Ben drowned x Gn reader where the reader is a newbie to the mansion? Please and thank you! Have a good day or night!-hyper anon

hello hyper anon! :D i hope you’re doing well, today!

Ben Drowned w/ Newbie GN! Reader

Woah. New friend? Not the most sociable of the residents at the mansion but is either a) tasked to tour you or b) has a connection with you! He’d show you around the mansion, tell you the many quirks that the mansion has, the shortcuts and whatnot. As they tell you about the “chores” that everyone has, they definitely moan about their own (electricity/tech mainly). Showing you the many rooms the mansion has, such as a very large library, laundry room, the basement (that has no real use, he guesses Toothpick has it for some unknown aesthetics?), the game room (his personal favourite! It’s got new and old games, virtual and board games, it’s stocked!) and the other many, many rooms (Ben swears the mansion grows with every passing day. He’s glad he doesn’t live here!). Finally, showing you to your bedroom (where you can choose to reside or you can find your own small home if you prefer privacy.), they lay themselves on your bed and definitely did not nap (jk they did).

Ben, being a bit of a nervous soul and liking to keep to himself, wouldn’t be the best tour-guide. They’d probably forget some key details (such as the rules that need to be followed if you reside in The House.) and probably, maybe, definitely get the both of you lost, seeing as though they don’t live there and instead live with EJ and Jeff in a small house further away.

If you do decide to live in The House, you’d definitely have to get more details from other people but your initial tour-guide and information-giver(?), Ben, was quite nice!

Thank you for requesting, Hyper Anon! <33

45 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i’m not gonna lie every time i read a creepypasta + y/n i immediately think that y/n is just a normal person who just toddled in

79 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

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[oasisspringstownie]

after joseph's death, the family buried him in the church cemetery next to where they buried the sister they never got to meet. florence found some sense of peace knowing they were reunited once again and he'd finally be able to protect the child he never got to hold in life.

the children were inconsolable, feeling like their father had been taken from them too suddenly and without any good cause. they never got to say goodbye to him and didn't know how to overcome that.

after the burial, estee and florence held back together. florence comforted her eldest daughter, knowing she had been the closest to her late father.

she was old enough to also understand what her father's early death would mean for them. they still had some money to live, but she knew her schooling and the boys' would devour that money.

she would be expected to step up as her brothers were still only boys, not even 13. in the back of her mind, she knew the simplest way to do that was marriage, but she couldn't think of anything worse. she'd do anything before having to get married, but if she needed to, she would for her family.

#ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades #decades challenge #decades legacy #garland legacy #esther garland #florence garland #ada garland #alby garland #joseph garland jr #cecil garland #1900

[godscountryrp]

DAWN STARLING 24 • columnist, slaughter hollow tribune • florence pugh taken by ellie the second child of the starling family, dawn has almost always been the apple of her daddy's eye. whip-smart like her mother and tenacious like her father, dawn was precocious and bull-headed from the start. from sticking up for bullied classmates on the playground to obsessing over details for school papers, there was very little that dawn didn't put her whole heart into. though close with all of her siblings, it is her little sister emma who became the apple of her eye, though she's still fiercely protective of the twins -- especially archie, given how some of his classmates and even teachers and folks around town still treat him sometimes. after years of working as an intern -- see: getting coffee for the men and sitting around looking pretty for the sake of getting her foot in the door -- for the local ramshackle paper, she's finally getting her chance to put that quick mind to work... and honestly, at the worst possible time. she doesn't want to use the recent tragedies as writing fodder -- but it's what her bosses want her to write about, despite (or perhaps because) of her family's connections to the ongoing investigation.

in all honesty, she could -- and maybe should -- have gotten out altogether. she's smart enough, tenacious enough, strong-willed enough... but there are ties that bind, and while it's silly to hold herself back because she doesn't want to be far from her friends or her family, it is nevertheless true. and now that things are getting bad again, in ways they hadn't been in over twenty years, with a whole slew of teens going missing... it's an excuse, sure, but it's more or less a valid one. bold, outgoing, inquisitive -- in another life, she'd have been an investigative journalist or an activist, maybe even one day a politician. but things being what they are, what she really is is a secretly-anxious young woman, desperately yearning to make her mark on the world but holding herself back out of fear of outpacing the people she cares about to the extent that she'd end up losing them.

#god's country #god's country rp #character introduction #ch: dawn starling #the starlings #ellie's characters