#the sister Solveig

[photozoi]

Hey! Your favourite Imp here with a Bean update!

The Beans got a nail trim yesterday and the sister Solveig was very happy.

The Mung Bean decided payback was in order and he would trim Mom the sister Solveig's feet. I think he is starting a bit high...

the Imp, the sister Solveig, and the Bean Litter, Silken Windhounds, day 22.

#the Imp #the sister Solveig #the Bean litter #Mung #Adzuki #Fava #toenail trims #photozoi #sighthound #silken windhound #original photos #update #Bijou Silkens

[acesandocs]

Before I post the short story I've been working on, I wanted to introduce some of Ace’s family, since they're going to be featured. I tried to edit it down to the important stuff but if anyone wants to know more just ask.

Solveig Liv Årud/Sylvia Hall, Ace's Mother

Ace's mom Solveig was born in Kapp along with her two brothers, One of her neighbors was a music teacher and taught her to play the Hardanger fiddle. When she was seventeen she became pregnant by one of her neighbor's students but was urged by her neighbor to never tell him or anyone else of the child's parentage. Having had Ace outside of wedlock Solveig faced a lot of social ostracisation. Her sister in law, who was deeply religious and judged Solveig for having a child without marrying. A rumor amongst the townspeople was that Ace's father was actually a fossegrim, that Solveig agreed to have a child with in exchange for teaching her to play the fiddle so well. (there is actually a lot to say on how this affected Ace and his view of himself but we don't have time to get into it rn). After a flood made her and her family homeless they emigrated to America in 1920 at the advice of some friends.

Once they arrived in New York Ace became very ill and bedridden causing them to be left behind as the rest of their family continued further up to Minnesota. While Ace was sick Solveig met and later fell in love with a Swedish immigrant named Eric Hall. She married Eric after knowing him for half a year. Solveig had kept Ace close all her life and not really letting her grow up or stand on her own. So he reacted badly to Solveig marrying. Being jealous and being unable to deal with not being her mothers center of attention, making him lash out. After an argument where Solveig slapped Ace for being disrespectful to her stepfather Ace ran away from home. Ace and Solveig have been estranged ever since, both being too stubborn to try to reconcile. After Solveig married Eric she tried very hard to adapt to American culture, Americanizing her name to Sylvia and trying her best to learn English and not speak with an accent. She currently has two children with Eric. Neither them nor Ace know of each other's existence.

Torbjørn Olaug Årud and Lena Årud, Ace's Grandparents

Lena was born in Kapp and Torbjørn was born in the Lofoten area. He traveled down to Toten to live with a family friend after he became orphaned. He later met Lena and they eventually married. They later had 2 sons, the youngest of them dying as a child, five years later they had a daughter and three years after that another daughter they named Solveig. When Solveig became pregnant at seventeen they decided to support her and help her take care of their granddaughter. In the years immediately after Ace was born she and Solveig lived with them before moving into a smaller house on their property. By this time their oldest had married and taken over the main house on the farm and Torbjørn and Lena moved into another small house on the property.

They emigrated to America with the rest of their family in 1920 and went with the rest to Minnesota leaving Solveig and Ace behind. Lena later died in 1922 after becoming sick. Ace does not know this happened.

Info on the art:

Ace is supposed to be a tortoiseshell cat, witch is something that can be seen in her mother and grandmother as well. this is a reference to the fact that tortoiseshells are mostly female. (source)

Her grandfather is supposed to be a Norwegian forest cat.

The implement Solveig is holding is called a Lyster and it is used to fish. Lyster fishing was usually done when it was dark out, using the Lyster to stab the fish. it was banned in the 1860 but was most likely still practiced afterwards. Today it has become completely illegal. The fish in the bucket are trout, a fish that was commonly caught with a Lyster. (source) Here is a painting depicting it.

I apologize for any spelling mistakes or weird wording, i try my best to read though these before i post them but some mistakes often slip through.

Edit: fixed up a bunch of spelling mistakes and weird sentences. I promise im good at English😭

i think i should look into getting a dyslexia diagnosis

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #art #my art #oc lore #Åse olaug Årud #Solveig Liv Årud/Sylvia Hall #Torbjørn Olaug Årud #Lena Årud

[plasmometer]

"hey girl are you from the movie tetsuo the iron man(1989) because you are metal as fuck"

OC // helga and solveig from the masterpiece aspiring artist, deeply connected with tech, opens the gateway in the world of her mind in attempt to create a masterpiece, but accidentally drags her sister, an office clerk, there. this twisted place is changed by artist's will, but slowly changes her as well. the sisters must face their darkest fears - and each other.

#the masterpiece #art #artist on tumblr #sketchbook #sketch #sketching #my ocs #industrial #concept art #character design #body horror #oc artwork #plasmdraws #plasmorig

[violetcancerian]

I'm gonna post this on instagram, but I wanted to share it onto here. They don't really make an appearance until Book 3, and obviously not this grown up, but I wanted to see them like this. The feeling when your OT3 has kids that are complete chaos, that's those three.

Right to Left:

Magnar: The oldest, the calmest, training to be a bard.

Solveig: The baby sister, witch blood, and a ray of sunshine on a good day.

Diarmaid: The middle child, kind of reckless, but he's a good warrior, and has his siblings' backs. Favorite weapon of course, his bearded axe.

Taglist for Tirinth: (please let me know if you want to be added or removed!):   @ladywithalamp ​ @ellatholmes @dahliaornelas @faelanvance @dejlige-dage @world-of-fire-and-flight @lycanbucky @queerlilchinchin  @ettawritesnstudies

#hobbit talks #andy rambles #hobbit draws #writeblr #wip: tales of tirinth #my art #writing community #writing #draw this in your style

[ravnloft]

hellooooooooooooo i realized i have never done like a full list of my ocs. so here it is

amma theylin: dark elf rogue, chaotic neutral (leans evil), dual-wielding swords and ranged bow, proficient in being sneaky and being hot. tragic backstory is she became infatuated with a guy who was trying really hard to be lawful good and when he dropped the ball on their coup d'état plot she killed him and ran. will do literally anything if it pays well enough. played her in dnd, bg3 and elder scrolls.

lady gwendolyn viridience morrigan, druidess, esq.: half-elf druid, usually chaotic good, majored in botany, minored in ethically questionable usage of charm spells. tends a greenhouse that holds a portal to the feywild, the stewardship of which she was bequeathed by a very powerful archwizard and mentor and good friend, on his deathbed. she never wanted it but the choice was between her and her evil sister/s so the archwizard gave it gwen. now she uses it to (1) be the best damn florist in neverwinter (2) howl's moving castle her way away from bad fantasy tinder dates because she's a hopeless romantic and terrified of commitment. played her in dnd and bg3.

samson o'dare: human/aasimar paladin, true good, big sword and bigger shield, great with animals, has wings like a mourning dove. he worshiped chauntea as a child and then one day lathander appeared to him in the middle of a field and told him it was his holy holy duty to be a paladin of light. samson was like hell yeah i want a sword. and began adventuring. adventuring quickly proved to be far more unpleasant than he had expected and he prays to chauntea every day like "mom i'm scared come pick me up". played him in dnd and bg3.

nol barrow-bound: undead death cleric, ??? (she is extremely impressionable), sickle and staff/half-caster, uses a human skull as an arcane focus and has 1 million holy symbols on her person. used to be a hag's apprentice and then she woke up on the side of the road one day and was just like, "guess i'm an entrepreneur now". gifted alchemist, even more gifted necromancer, makes her living as an herbalist and medium, lowkey cheats on the medium part because she just tells people what they want to hear (or at least what she thinks they want to hear) but she doesn't see it as cheating because she IS contacting the dead she just isn't letting them be RUDE. collects roadkill. also kind of looks like roadkill. one time i thought "haha what if nol and samson were in an adventuring party together" and now they're tragedy-to-romance endgame lovers. played her in dnd and skyrim. she's usually my go-to for dnd oneshots :')

sigg solveig/sigourney gevaudan: human (? she's huge, there's no way she's fully human)/werewolf barbarian, will change her entire ethos if a hot girl says so, sword/axe/hammer so big it is physically impossible for people other than her to wield. tragic backstory is she contracted lycanthropy at a young age and wound up killing her familar. she went into hiding and became a fighter, a laborer, a soldier, whatever put food on her table, but eventually her lycanthropic bloodlust got hard to control and she became a hermit rather than risk killing her loved ones again. she is not smart or wise or especially clever but why would she need to be when she can crush someone's head with one hand. womanizer but her deepest wish is to get married and be a stay-at-home mom baking for her wife every day. played her in pathfinder and skyrim.

princess daisychain frances van pancypants iii: goblin, class variable but generally support/healing, true good. looks like an albino bat. raised by halflings. the sweetest, nicest, tiniest magical girl you will ever meet. completely filled with love. knows one (1) swear word. played her in dnd.

arkhemites "miette" du bäl: tiefling warlock, something evil but might go on a hero's journey idk, worships whatever tentacled space monster is native to the setting. wants to plunge the world into entropy so it can be born anew. she's noble or royal but has like 16 sisters and most of them are older. played her in starfinder.

#piri.txt #behold. my children

[enaelyork]

BLUE - A Thrawn x F!Oc (reader) Fanfic [Part 4 - Night Walk]

Agent E. Tarkin X Grand Admiral Thrawn

[+18 ONLY]

A lot of TW English is not my native speak

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Chap prompt :

Eleanore Tarkin realizes that she is not the only one to master treachery at her expense and signs a tacit pact with the Grand Admiral.

For the first post click here

Eleanore

My life is a pendulum swinging between triumph and decadence.

Hard to believe, seeing myself tottering amidst a crowd of fancy dresses and uniforms, that I had been at the height of my glory a few hours earlier when, with a beaming smile, I repudiated the Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Simply, without any consideration for the prestige of his rank. My name alone crushes all the officer plates, all the military protocols and gives me that kind of privilege. I would be foolish to deprive myself of it.

He mustn't imagine himself bragging about being close to Arindha Pryce and currying my favors. In life, choosing friends necessarily excludes others, and affinities with Pryce immediately revoke mine. I have business to solve on Coruscant, starting with meddling in business that doesn't concern me and figuring out why Agent Solveig hasn't been seen for weeks. It's not like me to be smothered in scruples – I was deprived of this ability from a young age – or to fear for my life. And yet...

His eyes haunt me.

His gaze and everything he inspires me.

No matter how much I resolve to never see him again – that is what my soul hopes, certainly – he is there. He lives. Closing my eyes sends me tragically back to his. To the sound of his monotone voice, to his striking inexpressiveness, behind which he seems to hide a mountain of emotions, each more fascinating than the next.

I think about him when the man I'm going to marry speaks to me in a honeyed tone, grabbing my hand under the table tenderly, just moments before I flee.

Because that's what I did when I left the table.

I couldn't stay there any longer. I could no longer let this poison distill in my veins and Erwin's satisfaction get to me. It had no right to destroy me. I couldn't let myself be touched by the idea of ​​having been abused by better than me when I had spent my life betraying and being betrayed in return. But tonight, the treachery I was taking was hard to swallow.

Because it was my sister's.

I grabbed a drink as I passed, gulping it down without savoring it. Gone are the days when taste took precedence over effect. From now on, all that counted was the intoxication, the feeling of falling into a different world, a world in which I was convinced that I belonged.

—Damn asshole, watch out!

That was before I found out who I had accidentally bumped into. His shadow, his presence and his expression made me sober almost immediately.

Thrawn.

There are thousands of officers in this imperial palace. A thousand soldiers I could have jostled and it was on him, on his robust back, that my drunkenness decided to fail. His impassive gaze rests on my shoulders. I already have a certain penchant for suicidal impulses being sober, alcohol increases this innate talent tenfold.

— You are still here ?

Sure. I who thought I would see him leave Coruscant as quickly as he had come, here I am very disappointed, this evening is one of all disappointments. At his side, Arindha Pryce gives me a look that I do not lower myself to answer, contenting myself with holding the eyes of the great admiral who does not open his lips. Before I open my mouth again and provoke an unprecedented political crisis, Yularen drags me away with that stern expression of a benevolent father somewhat exasperated by his rebellious child.

—What are you doing, Tarkin?

I look up at him, a glass of champagne on the edge of my lips, with a provocative casualness. With me, it is always good to specify what I am being blamed for.

—You refused his requisition? After this ridiculous comedy? He still assessed your protege! It was cheeky to do such a thing to him!

Sky. He's not going to put it back. Isn't there enough to accuse me of? My changing temper, my insubordination and the fact that I consume far too many illicit substances, for example, but he chooses this morning's prank. It's strange how I have the conviction that he always tries to address the subjects that bother me and particularly since this blue admiral is in the place.

—Not as cheeky as giving my work to Aryndha Pryce. As long as we are on the sympathetic subjects, we might as well come to the point and directly address what prompted me to act in this way. My sympathy is already limited when I'm in my normal state, so a few drinks up my nose doesn't help.

—Please, El’ this thing is in the past. You know it was necessary for the good of ISB.

I find it hard not to hiss my bitterness. Was it necessary to offer on a silver platter the work of several years of cover all this to satisfy the personal ambitions of an upstart?

—You know it's not just for ISB. Pryce got lathered up, she used you and the office to get her personal little revenge on an ill-advised Moff, and you got screwed. And this grand admiral, no matter what he is or what he has done. No matter how much esteem you have for him, he will only ever be one of her allies who took advantage of his alliance with her to climb the ranks of the navy. Because that's why he wears the white uniform. We would never have let a non-human reach this position without a helping hand. Let him go cry in her skirts on Lothal if he really needs help!

And he doesn't take his eyes off me, does not miss a crumb of my rage and my unwelcoming glances and even seems to revel in it. I will not have time to react, I would risk being very unpleasant.

—Did… Oh damn it, Tarkin. Have you been drinking?

My lips quiver a bit at Yularen's stern expression. Yes, it's possible, but not enough. Not enough to prevent me from seeing what a dire situation I find myself in. How everything is out of control.

— My sister is pregnant.

My voice is choking and I swallow my saliva painfully. On the other side of the room, I see the main interested party at the head table, seated between our father and her husband, livid. Her expression is hutt-like and she may be struggling right now to keep from collapsing on the table. How could she lie to me like that? If I had been sitting there, that was what I was going to end up yelling at him.

—But that's great news, El!" You…

I shake my head, preventing the colonel from having any sympathy for me. I know he's trying to reason with me, but right now that's the last thing I need.

— No. It is not one. My sister is pregnant and she didn't tell me anything.

She preferred to tell my fiancé. She lied to me, like everyone else. My superior places all his respect on me at the same time as a hand on my shoulder. He understands. He knows. He manages to hear in my voice, in the feverish restlessness of my eyelids, all the pain I feel at the thought of the two most important people in my life exchanging secrets without involving me. That my sister manages to tie something with Erwin while I barely manage to know his favorite color. He's going to marry me, not her.

—You don't have to take it that way, El." Erwin probably had good reason not to tell you. Alissandre probably wanted to wait until your wedding was over to discuss it with you. Except that's not it. First because it was Erwin himself who spilled the beans to silence me when I asked him to account for his dubious shenanigans at the academy, then because we are talking about my sister. The light of the Tarkin family, which categorically refuses to take a back seat, even when its youngest daughter marries an Imperial officer.

— I take it as I received it: in the face.

And by this attitude they take away all scruples as to what I am about to do. If Yularen manages to attenuate my animosity towards Erwin, it is above all me and my tendency to forgive him everything that manages to make me listen to reason. When I'm about to say goodbye to my superior, feverish and on the verge of a nervous breakdown, his hand grabs me in the air under the eyes of our very unwanted guest.

Him, he revels in my debacle.

—Please don't do anything rash. All right ? Stop drinking, go back to the table and just show them that it doesn't affect you.

It is no longer the colonel who speaks, I know that. He was the man who watched me grow up at the academy, who noticed this somewhat too indomitable temperament and who decided to forge it into something good.

—I am in no able to do anything else.

It's wrong. I just gave myself a little extra courage to follow through with my ideas. Because I'm not just here to suffer the deception of my sister and the hypocritical smiles of the Imperial nobility. I have stuff to do. Yularen will forgive me for doing this behind his back.

I think about the idea of ​​betraying the man I respect most in the world besides my father by convincing myself that this is only a fair return and slipping away in the direction of the gardens. The night crackles with rejoicing on Coruscant and I feel like I'm entering an airlock of stillness. The coldness of the air whips my face, rousing the moist vapors of the alcohol that escapes in a cloud with each of my breaths. Eurydice. His apartment is not far from here and I intend to pay him a little visit. I don't know what happened on his last mission, but his radio silence—and the fact that the ISB refuses to tell me more—activates all the danger signals in me. I could content myself with the Bureau's explanations, but I am in a good position to know that they should never be trusted. It is for this reason that I accompanied Erwin here this evening, to go and check…

—A night walk?

A monotonous voice far too familiar to my taste interrupts my steps on the marble staircase. For a brief moment, I wished I had never turned around and discovered this spectacle.

Him.

Standing, grow in all its bearing a few steps from me. Arms crossed over his rank of grand admiral, a conquering smile on his thin lips, the night accentuating the bluishness of his skin. And his eyes piercing mine.

—Are you following me, Grand Admiral?

He slowly descends the stairs, as if each step were a conquest of my own territory.

—Let’s say I know how to spot an interesting lead where I see one.

Look down, stop looking at him like you do. Screams my conscience and I ignore it. I haven't cared about it for a long time and Thrawn seems happy to help me bury it forever. Everything exudes triumph and grace as much in his stature as in the haughty expression he addresses to me. Nothing I see inspires confidence, including the glint of enthusiasm I see in his eyes that I want to turn off.

—Where are you going ?

—Take some fresh air.

—Oh ? He looks fake surprised. Can I join you?

—No need, I go around the gardens and I go home.

—Strange, you didn't seem to be heading for the other end.

—You have no idea where I was going.

—I see, I'm going to ask the colonel what he thinks of your little night out. What do you think ?

I think you're a fucking asshole.

I think about to say this sentence aloud.

—You're not going to do that.

— You joke on me, it gives me the right to do anything.

He pauses, appreciating the impact of his strategy on my self-control. I will not offer him the pleasure of losing my means, not like that.

—Like telling Yularen that you were planning on going to Agent Solveig, who, strangely enough, lives a few steps from here.

— Ridiculous. I giggle nervously, wondering how that fucking officer managed to get so much information in such a short time and tie it together so quickly.

—Don't take this the wrong way, Tarkin. You have to get used to the idea that you are not the only knowledgeable person in this empire. — I console myself by telling myself that your sources are low-cost.

There is in this silence that rises between us, a strange warmth that makes me forget the icy air of the night. I don't know if all Chiss have such a power of fascination, but something prevents me from completely ignoring it and it annoys me.

—Taking me with you would be a great way to shut me up.

—There are plenty of other ways to shut you up.

It's time I understood that throwing this kind of two-way repartee is never appropriate for the situation. But he's right, maybe I don't really have a choice but to take him with me. So without waiting for the slightest reaction – and especially not to see his – I turn on my heels and continue my flight towards the city. The Grand Admiral follows me a few steps. I feel him behind my back, his eyes flow down my spine like a river of lava and I understand that he never tried to get back to my level.

—Could you stop?

— What ? “Looking at me that way. I freeze with all my composure on the doorstep of the Eurydice building. Thrawn is there, inches from me, a delicate smile on his exquisite lips. I find it difficult to keep my composure in front of his imposing stature, but even more than his body, it is his eyes that make me falter.

— It's your dress.

— What does she have ?

My dress ? Is it time to talk about it? Did I rip it staggering just now? Did he get an eyeful by letting me make a fool of myself half naked in the streets of the capital? It's not, I know because I see his eyelids lower as his lips stretch, preparing a dazzling offensive.

— It is strange and its color is unsightly.

— You are an officer, not a fashion consultant.

I dismiss his remark with the back of my hand, wondering how far his nerve will go. I admit that this bouffant model does not really suit me. But it was Erwin's choice and I really wanted to please him by wearing his gift. Even if it cost me to have to strut around in a pile of multicolored veils.

—My fiancé chose her. I add as if this argument can erase everything. — Probably, I do not share the same tastes as him.

— Fortunately.

We stand there looking at each other like two dogs about to jump at each other's throats, but a strange aura hovers between us. I don't want to put words to it, nor do I want it to drag on at the risk of losing this fight. So, before he even adds anything else really vexing, I enter the building telling him to remain discreet so as not to arouse the curiosity of the neighbors.

—Why are you interested in Solveig's disappearance?

His question rises in the stairwell and I give him a discreet nod that betrays my nervousness. His shadow projects in front of me reminding me that even silent, his presence weighs.

—I don't have to tell you that.

He doesn't have to know that Eurydice and I share more than a job. That she is almost part of my family and that the only reason that made me respect her silence was this doubt. This idea that she might just need peace of mind after the terrifying investigation she led into art trafficking. And tonight, I'm just looking to see a distressed friend that everyone's trying to cover up for.

—Oh ! Who do I see?

A nasal, feminine voice rises behind us. I had forgotten that Eurydice's neighbor – an elderly lady whose hearing was sharper than a kitchen knife – was a walking radar.

—You are Eurydice's friend!"

If I wanted to leave some mystery to the Grand Admiral, it's missed. I thought guessing his victorious look.

Such a crap.

I nod my head before asking her if she's seen my friend lately. This one seems just as lost as me, explains that she has been collecting the letters for Eurydice for two weeks and that she has no idea what is going on. Too many things in her speech arouse my concern.

—She used to leave, you know that. She adds, approaching us. But so long without coming back, it's really worrying.

—Do you mind if I come in? I mean, she's not here and...I wouldn't want her to think you searched her home.

—No, of course not. Do, do... I'll tell her you came when she comes back. Still, the old lady expresses some reluctance at the sight of Thrawn behind me. Silent, he is already looking for something through the half-open door.

— And him ? Who is him ?

Him.

A troublemaker, an undesirable, an unconventionally mannered officer, someone I want to get rid of and...

— I am a friend.

He addresses the lady with a cordial gesture which immediately won her over. Unfortunately, his parries have very little effect on me and this is absolutely not the way I intended to present him.

— You could say that.

We begin our little visit in a heavy and dusty atmosphere. Never had Eurydice's apartment seemed so empty, so dead. It's scary and a dull tension twists my stomach as I progress through it.

It is not normal.

The smell of spoiled food tickles our nostrils and already dust is accumulating on the furniture in the living room. Thrawn continues his quest, dragging his gaze over the canvases covered with a white cloth and ventures to take a look. I guess a certain interest in the consideration he gives them.

— Your friend is an artist.

Much more than that. Eurydice lives through art. That's what brought us together from the start. If I do not have her talent for painting, indisputably, my music has inspired her on many occasions. It is quite crazy to imagine that with such different visions of art we have managed to collaborate so much. Eurydice loved joy, colors, happy scenes. Happiness transpires from each pigment she uses, whereas in my eyes, art only sublimates the horrible.

— Obviously. He continues his analysis, touches the canvases to contemplate the curves and the colors. It's quite surprising to see a soldier so much appreciate abstract creations.

—Art lover?"

I cross my arms, keeping my distance from this individual who intrigues me a little more every second.

— Obviously.

I guess the sketch in the infectious smile on his mouth when he turns away from me to continue his expedition.

—Is this your future husband?"

— Sorry ?

The neighbor appears in the doorway, her gaze lingering on Thrawn's shadow disappearing into an adjacent room.

—Eurydice told me about your marriage. Is this the man you are going to marry? It's strange, he seems much nicer to me than she seemed to portray... It's hard to contain my amusement at the idea of ​​imagining Eurydice drinking tea with this lady and describing my romantic life to her. She never managed to carry Erwin in her heart.

— No. I'm not going to marry him.

— Sad.

—Tarkin, come here.

He will have to learn that I am not given orders so easily. But his injunction allows me to escape this awkward discussion and I join him in the storage room where he discovered a completely different style of production.

— Did you know her this kind of passion?

I don't usually go to this room and now I understand why. Everything smells of glue, wax and paint and there is a whole other, very gloomy artistic expression. Boxes illustrating life scenes in miniature. I remember having seen this kind of practice before on other planets. These people immortalize significant events in their lives by reconstructing it in wax.

—Gee, I feel like I've seen this sort of thing before. Wax is often used to take fingerprints or here to sculpt statues or characters and immortalize their existence.

Thrawn looks at me like I just told him I like him. Did he imagine that my nobility made me ignorant?

— Indeed, a very common practice in the outer rim. But it looks like your friend's portrayals are much darker.

And it's not much saying. I don't know what happened to Eurydice when she decided to embark on this kind of practice, but what she depicts in it sends shivers down my spine. There are strange rituals there, a body lying on the ground and pigments the color of blood. On another box, we see another resin figure curled up in the corner, a dark shadow rising above her and...

—Look here. The Grand Admiral points to the back of the box and what I find there petrifies me.

Impossible.

This symbol, the same one that was in Thrawn's files.

My heart sinks, I ignore the satisfaction that paints on Thrawn's face, taking in the bonds that form in my mind one by one. He also understands. His expression is that of a shark sniffing out the trail to follow to find his prey, discovering in passing that an unlikely ally presents to him. His case and Eurydice's are linked.

He leaves the room without saying a word, probably preferring to let me digest all the information. No matter how hard I try not to believe it, it's there. This terrifying evidence makes me shudder and the residue of alcohol does not allow me to reduce the anguish that rumbles deep inside me. When the neighbor hands me the pile of letters she picked up for my friend, my mind has already left the room, searching for a rational explanation for this coincidence.

—Eleanore, Eurydice has been worrying me more and more lately. It's as if something obsessed her and...

Yes. She didn't need to tell me more. I too had seen my friend tip over, as if something was dragging her into a deep and terrifying abyss. These sordid boxes are just more proof that confirms everything I feared.

—I'll see what I can do, but we've never been here. Not even for the office. Is that okay?

She lowers her head in acceptance. Slipping the few interesting envelopes inside my purse, I thank her for her discretion before slipping away without even glancing at the officer walking beside me. He, too, seems to be deep in thought. He walks looking at the ground, ignoring the perpetual cacophony of the capital.

—Talk to me, Lieutenant.

His voice pulls me out of my torpor when we arrive at the intersection taking us back to the palace. What did he want me to talk to him about? Of my condition? What we had just discovered? Something else ? I try to convince myself that I still have a choice. That I can still withhold the truth from this officer, but what we've seen convinces me to play it transparent.

—The office doesn't take warnings about Solveig's disappearance seriously. They still think that Eurydice is hiding somewhere or that she has simply decided to vanish like it has already happened to her. Going to her house allows me to definitively confirm my bad feeling. She never disappears for so long without coming home or telling me. Something happened to her and it's serious.

The Grand Admiral adds nothing, remains in this state of deep meditation which destabilizes me more than I would like. I would have liked him to speak to me, to tell me what he was thinking, but if I erected limits between him and me, I must not forget that he did the same.

—You say nothing. I ended up saying as if trying to quell my own anxieties.

—I'll give you time.

— Time ? I repeat, raising an eyebrow.

— To accept.

His monotonous voice leaves in me a mixture of dread and fascination. I raise my head, staring at this mysterious person with terrifying intelligence. His eyes and mine are like magnets refusing to leave each other and I guess on the finesse of his lips the outline of restrained enthusiasm.

—We will meet again, Agent Tarkin. It is a fatality to which you will have to get used to.

I don't have time to reply, to suggest that he go to another planet to see if I'm there, but a voice calls out to me and freezes me with fear.

Erwin.

He stands there, advancing towards us with a look of apprehension.

— Where were you ? Caught in the act. His gaze flickers between me and Thrawn, giving him deep contempt.

—I…I was out for some fresh air.

I didn't expect to see him come out so quickly. Taken aback, I feel like a child and I guess Erwin is not convinced by my excuse.

— To take some fresh air ? Damn it ! Your father is about to give a speech and you, you...

— Excuse me. I met your fiancée at the bend of the garden and I did not see the time pass. It's my fault.

I am petrified. Did he really just do such a thing? As if to imbue me definitively with reality, the great admiral advances towards my husband, not taking his eyes off him, freezing once at his height.

—I'm not taking it away from you any longer. Éléanore, thank you for your company and your exceptional knowledge of the local flora. I will fall asleep less stupid tonight.

And I nod stupidly, joining my future husband, understanding the enormity of the situation.

He don't tell.

Not a word about our escapade, about the doubts I have about Eurydice's disappearance and above all, nothing about my personal shenanigans. Just a look that we exchange before I join my family and this conviction that he alone signs the tacit pact that binds me definitively to Thrawn.

#thrawn fanfiction #grand admiral thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn #star wars fanfiction #star wars #slowburn #thrawn x oc #star wars rebels

[witch-from-a-block-of-flats]

UMM have you ever written about/can you talk about Solveig's backstory?? I am SO intrigued by what you mentioned in the tags of that post about what she might see if the phantasmal killer spell is cast on her!

There is something everyone with OC dreams of receiving one day and it's a question about their backstory. My life is kinda crazy right now (that's why your previous ask is still in my inbox, I'll answer it soon I swear 😭) but I can't resist writing about my beloved Solveig.

It's going to be a longer post and English it's not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

Buckle up!

TW: Domestic violence

Solveig comes from a wealthy family. Not patriar level of wealth but money wasn't much of a problem for them. Her mother, Vibekke, is a retired adventurer and treasures she gathered in her youth were more than enough for a good life. Solveig had a happy childhood despite growing up without a father (that's a story for another time). She spend her time mostly playing with other kids and her twin sister Linn who unfortunately lost genetic lottery and didn't inherit sorcerer magic. The girls were given a proper education. Solveig discovered her artistic talents and Linn was on the right path to one day study in Waterdeep to become a wizard. Everything was lovely.

Until it wasn't.

When Solveig was 15 her mother's health got worse. Her condition was treatable but the cost of medications and proper care have quickly consumed most of the family fortune. Sisters were trying to earn some money but who is going to employ two teenagers and pay them well enough? Two years later when her family was on a verge of poverty, Solveig started to pray at Stormshore Tabernacle regularly. And that's where she had met lord Ruadhan Heffernan, who offered her solution to all her problems.

To say Heffernan was rich would be an understatement. His family's wealth was impressive even among the nobility of Baldur's Gate, he had everything - title, money, respect, authority. But nobody is perfect in eyes of high society and people have found something on Ruadhan - he wasn't married. People started to gossip, calling him a miser or an impotent (sometimes both, depends on who you would ask).

He presented himself to Solveig as a man who needed to save his reputation and honor but who also was such a kind soul that wanted to help a poor girl in need. He was reliable, calm, sensible - everything Solveig needed at the time. She needed money to save her mother, he need a wife to save himself from judging eyes of patriars. And he wasn't even much older than her, and was quite a gentlemen... And she agreed.

Couple months later, the day Solveig turned 18, they got married. Solveig suddenly had to remember all those strangers who attended her wedding because they were important and know the complex etiquette. Maybe it wasn't the happiest day of her life but now she had enough money to provide a good care for her mother and she could even put her sister in a good academy in Waterdeep. Her own happiness didn't matter, the family had to come first.

For the first couple of months things were fine. Solveig didn't notice small signs that something was off - her letters would go missing, she couldn't leave her new house alone and she didn't really know where her money was. Before she knew, she became a prisoner and Raudhan's mask started to fall. He wasn't a mere noble. He was a cleric of Tiamat and had a high position in an enclave of Cult of the Dragon in Baldur's Gate (Tiamat is an evil dragon goddess, her cult tries to bring her to the material plane every now and then to take over the world basically).

But he wasn't satisfied with a high position. He wanted to be a leader and even more - a chosen of Tiamat. Solveig had a missing piece of his puzzle - direct connection to draconic bloodline. He blackmailed her into cooperation, saying her mother and sister were at his mercy now. So Solvieg gritted her teeth and agreed.

He was showing her to other followers as his trophy - daughter of metalic dragons, now corrupted in the name of their Queen. He was using her and her blood in rituals for Tiamat. Solveig still remembers how it felt to be a part of it. Stench of dark magic. Sensation of something being taken from her. Overwhelming presence of something far greater than her, ever watching, ever waiting and never fully satisfied.

Solveig tried to find an excuse why she couldn't be a part of Cult's activity. In the first few months when she still had some sort of contact to outside world, she was using meetings with important people (sometimes meetings that didn't even exists). "It will greatly benefit you as well the whole church, my lord. I will expand our connections and gather new allies" - she said that so often only to get out of the mansion for few hours (even if it was under constant surveillance). She tried to subtly get help and inform someone that the cult of chaotic evil goddess had it's temple under her house. Everytime Heffernan's servant interrupted and inform his master about Solveig's little treason.

Sometimes Raudhan mocked her for even trying to do something against him. He often tried to make her feel bad for betraying him. "I've given you everything a woman can dream of. You were destined to rot on the streets when we met and look at you now - a lady of a noble house. You could also try be a noble wife, you know? But you've chosen to hurt me and everything I've worked on for years. Is this your way of saying thank you? Don't you think I deserve more than a dagger in the back? What would your poor mother said about this?".

But one time she made him furious.

Someone from the Flaming Fist had sensed that something was wrong with the Heffernans and one day an elf showed up at the door, young investigator named Kalar. Solveig wanted to tell him everything and beg him to free her but Raudhan was watching and he knew that the Fist was here because of her. That day ended in tears, screams and Solveig getting locked in the room with a silence spell casted on it. She still doesn't know how long she's stayed there or what exactly happened to her during this time. All she remembers is a nearly empty room, bathed in total silence and a window too small to even jump through. Solveig was ready to die there until one day a crow tapped on her window. The bird had a short message: "I can help you".

Kalar got suspended after he visited their house but he didn't give up on his investigation. He wanted to help her. Solveig was suspicious and careful at first but she quickly started to plan her escape with him. Before she could start thinking about anything else, she needed to get out of this bloody mansion. They figured out almost everything - how to get out and the shortest way to the temple of Ilmater where someone offered to hide her - from there she could try to get Raudhan arrested/killed or at least get a divorce. There was one little problem - she couldn't leave the room she was locked in.

So she decided to wait.

One day Solved had finally heard a sound for the first time in gods know how long, as the door to her prison opened. Raudhan was standing there with a wide smile on his face. He told her in the most gentle and sweet tone she'd ever heard that the previous leader of the Cult was dead. Killed by some warlock who caught him by surprise during a failed attempt of summoning Tiamat. "This could be our moment. That is, if you finally understood your mistakes". Solveig nodded and played her part. She will give Raudhan what he wants for now. She will let him think he broke her spirit, wait for him to let his guard down and then she will have her freedom.

She started to participate in the rituals again. Eventually she started to fell sick. Magic the cultists were using drained her and effects of it started to show. She's became paler, weaker, lost weight. She had to escape and quickly before the rituals kill her. Luckily for her Raudhan gave her a bit of freedom around the house. Most doors where still locked for her but she wasn't watched all the time.

On one rainy night she finally got an impulse to escape. She had overheard Raudhan's conversation with another cleric of Tiamat. They were discussing interpretations of some sort of prophecy: "... you need to combine her bloodline with yours, Heffernan. You've waited long enough. You may not earn our Queen's blessing but your heir... think of the power they will wield".

An heir? Over her dead body.

She rushed to Raudhan's rooms, she had to find something she could use in court. Or to blackmail him. And then she found it - unsended letters that contained information about the Cult of Dragon and it's activity in Baldur's Gate. Perfect. Now all she had to do was to follow the plan and...

"Lady Heffernan, what are you doing?"

A servant saw her. Panic and will to survive overtook her body. She will either escape today or die trying. For the first time in years she used her magic for herself. Blood of her ancestors was singing in her veins when she covered the room in flames. After that she jumped through the window and while the adrenaline was keeping her going, she run. She left the burning mansion behind her, not looking back until she was in Rivington.

She was free. She had the letters.

For the first few days, she stayed hidden in the temple disguised as one of the monks. Kalar came to her a week later to discuss their next moves. Solveig was almost free at this point, she just needed a piece of paper with a court seal to prove it. She also had to reach out to her family, throughout the years she totally lost contact with them.

Linn was in Waterdeep - far enough from Baldur's Gate and Raudhan Heffernan- or at least that's what claimed an old sailor who was at the same ship as her. Vibekke was at her own house with a healer taking care of her. She was still weak but definitely felt better than all those years ago. It only took a few coins to bring them safely to Rivington. Solveig was finally reunited with her mother. You can only imagine happiness and tears of joy shed by a woman who wasn't allowed to see her family for, as it turned of, a whole decade.

Once she had her family back, Raudhan could no longer use them against her. With the help of Kalar, gold, connections she had made and a little blackmail Solveig was finally able to get a divorce papers signed. She had a feeling the power-hungry cleric of Tiamat won't be stopped so easily by a piece of paper but she could wait a couple more days before putting the rest of the plan in motion, right? Simply enjoy life and catch up on important matters with her mother, contact Linn and maybe try reaching out to her grandparents before going to war with the church of Tiamat.

She had time, right?

And that's when mind flayers attacked...

#quick note: this is a short version #i have many scenes from Solveig's past in my head including the ones in which she meets some origin characters from the game #it's also... let's call it lighter version? less horrifying? #I don't think I could write original version of her backstory. My bestie reads this blog #(yes i had “me and my husband” and “labour” on loop when i created Solveig) #once again thank you for the ask you made my week better #bg3 #my tav #tav backstory

[mrbexwrites]

10 Songs, 10 People

Tagged by @words-after-midnight and you can find their awesome playlist here

The last time I was tagged in this, I used my Blood Harmony  Playlist, so for this time round, I’ll pick Memento Mori.

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. No Obligation Tagging: @the-orangeauthor @gummybugg  @hallwriteblr @tate-lin @thecatsgrave @sarahlizziewrites @morganwriteblr @damnitmyradio @arowanaprincess @scribe-of-stories

1. Leave a Light On- Tom Walker & the Red Hot Chilli Pipers(link)

This song sums up Pete & Sarah’s relationship. And who doesn’t love a sing with bagpipes in it?

2. Hello- Martin Solveig & Dragonette (it’s just a fun song to write to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

3. Can’t Let Go- Landon Pigg (A song that Caleb no doubt would listen to on repeat, or appear outside of Morgana’s flat to blast out of a boom box :/)

4. Kids- MGMT (Because it’s another fun song to write to and helps me up my wpm typing speed, but also the “control yourself, take only what you need from it” lyrics fit Morgana pretty well.

5. Cool Kids- Echosmith (This is how Morgana sees Sarah- they have a fractious sister relationship. Sarah is the ‘big’ sister, and Morgana just wants to earn her approval)

6. American Skin- Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band (Because Ted loves The Boss, and this, imho, is his best song!)

7. Texas Man- The Chicks (Morgana & Ted’s theme song in my head)

8. Weak- Skunk Anasie (how part I ends- it’s an awesome song, and if it were a tv show/movie, this is the song I’d play over the closing credits).

9. Elastic Heart- Sia ( I know Sia is kinda of problematic, or has she redeemed herself with her own autism diagnosis? I don’t know where she stands on the ‘safe to consume’ media spectrum, but this song is essentially Morgana’s inner monologue)

10. Biffy Clyro- Space (link)

This is just a beautiful song, and made it onto my playlist because it’s my playlist, and I can listen to what I want!!

[ssss-character-smackdown]

Round 2 Results - Minor Characters and All in the Family brackets

Väinö Väänänen v Admiral Olsen - 32 to 11 - another step in reaching the top of the pecking order for our seagull mage?

Gunnar the Good Friend v Tapsa the Cat Man - 14 to 19 - a late surge in voting gave Gunnar a narrow edge on tumblr, but we wish our cat whisperer luck in the next round

Capt. Ása Harðardóttir v Agneta - 19 to 27 - Agneta emerges in fighting trim for her next round

The Cat-Tank v Bæjarblaðið reporter Rakel - 65 to 11 - your adaptability was impressive, Rakel, but the Cat-Tank is the little vehicle that could, in the contest that garnered the most votes and the largest margin!

Bjarni Árnason v Jukka & Juha Hotakainen - 24 to 10 - two against one, but still decided by a more than two-to-one margin - against them

Berit Eide v Aino Hotakainen - 32 to 2 - ouch! One lone vote for Aino on the Forum and tumblr, but otherwise all Berit's way

Signe Sørensen v Tuulikki Hotakainen - 49 to 21 - a lot of support for Tuulikki's endearments on tumblr, but still a clear victory for the wise-cracking boat servant

Árni Reynisson v Saku Hotakainen - 15 to 21 - a tie on the Forum, but Saku had the edge on tumblr

Sigrun Larsen v the Terrible Trio - 12 to 22 - only a little lop-sided, but maybe Håkan could snip a little more against their next opponent?

Kaino Hotakainen v Reynir's fylgja - 2 to 33 - like her sister, Kaino only had 1 vote from tumblr and the Forum, and the fylgja can rest assured he did indeed do good, on this round anyway

Ensi Hotakainen v Asbjørn & Solveig Eide - 33 to 4 - once again, two against one was not a fair fight!

Join us soon for Round 3 - the Melee Round, where the winners from the first 2 rounds get pitted against each other, to decide who goes up against The Crew!

#ssss character smackdown #sssscomic #stand still stay silent #poll stats #tumblr polls

[photozoi]

Little Mung Bean and his mom, the sister Solveig.

Silken Windhounds, 22 days, 7 years

#Mung #the sister Solveig #Silken Windhound #sighthound #22 day puppy #7-13-23 #photozoi #original photo

[griffinsmith]

Designed Devin's siblings! Technically Devin has like 30 siblings but these four are her littermates

A little more about each one under the cut!

The order of oldest to youngest goes: Freya, Devin, Hagen, Ormund, Thyla

The siblings (and their 30 other brothers and sisters) are all children of Gath Duskwraith (canon character who you fight in Grizzlehiem) and Solveig Frostshield (another oc)

Its mentioned in the drawing but Freya and Hagen are fire wizards (like Gath), Ormund and Thyla are Ice wizards (Like Ingrid). Devin is the only one in their entire family who is a storm wizard which is part of why she left grizzleheim

Freya, as the oldest, is destined to take over Gath’s position as Wolf Leader. She takes her responsibilities very seriously  and easily has the most physical strength out of her siblings.

Hagen and Ormund work as scouts in mirkholm keep and are training to become warriors. They work closely together and love fighting grendels whenever they try to invade

Thyla is training to become a healer. She is mentored by Ingolf Wolfheart (an npc from a sidequest about healing in mirkholm keep) and likes keeping the peace whenever she isn’t too busy fighting with her siblings

Before she left Grizzleheim, Devin was studying to be a mage and second in command/backup to Freya in case a tragedy befell her. Dev was supposed to study fire magic and teach it to others in the wolf pack once she mastered it, but she ended up becoming a storm wizard and left her home to go study at ravenwood! oops!

#also i didnt forget pride flags for the bottom two wolves they are just cishet lol #ive had the idea for these guys for like 2 1/2 years but i forgot to post em oopsy poo #w101 #devin griffinsmith #sawyuh art

[noratilney]

Some sweet happy thots of Emma and any relationship of your choice? 👀👀👀

thank you <3333

so most of the time I think about Emma’s relationships with Elijah, Klaus, Rebekah which I think makes since a) she’s paired with Elijah and b) the three of them are the central trio in the Original family

then of course to a lesser extent, I have thoughts on Emma’s relationships with my other ocs Ingrid and Sophia

but I tend to think the least about Emma’s relationships with Kol, Finn, and Freya which I think makes sense with them on the periphery of the family due to their exclusion from the central trio (I should really draw & post a diagram to show what I mean because I’m not sure how well I’m articulating it) and yeah, Ingrid alters the shape of that somewhat, reshaping into focusing on herself and Klaus at the center, and Sophia is a bit more like Finn in that she more so chooses to be removed from that but her strong relationships with Elijah, Rebekah, and Emma keep her from being truly on the periphery despite her frictional relationships with Klaus and Ingrid but I’m getting away from my point here

so the first important note to Emma’s relationship with Kol is that she (unfairly) blames him for the death of her sister Solveig which is something that colors what had previously been a largely positive relationship on both sides - I’ve been mentioned this before but I haven’t really mentioned anything beyond this point

so today I’m gonna!

in Begin the Masquerade, I’m not writing Kol and Davina romantically because with no shade intended to Davina (although I do have some Thoughts about the writing of their relationship) who I do like, I find it boring to write the same relationship over and over when it’s not the central focus. as I have other originals fic, they are together in Igniting Sparks, my Rebekah-centric oc fic. feel free to ask about the secondary/background pairings in any of my fics if you’d like!

I fully admit that in Begin the Masquerade, I’m rescuing TVD characters I really liked but thought the show did not do enough with (see Nadia for the biggest example of that) and I wouldn’t quite include Anna in that list but nonetheless having been thinking about her and Kol and what they would be like, I’ve made the decision to pair them up here

so coming back to Emma and her relationship with Kol and Anna, she's coming to things with the knowledge of the show as we know it. obviously the presence of Ingrid and Sophia is already a change but basically Anna and Kol is a surprise to her too but one that she is delighted about.

Emma views Anna as her sister-in-law just as much as the rest of the Mikaelsons. she finds it really great to have someone around who recognizes the ridiculous drama of them and loves them in spite of it

she knows what’s coming re: Katherine and 1864 so she does use her Original powers to compel Anna to stay away from the Gilberts and leave as soon as she can, it will remain to be seen how well this works 😉

#anon whoever you are i am bending the universe i am making it give you good things #emma ragnarrsdottir #anna zhu #kol mikaelson #emma & kol #anna x kol #emma & anna #begin the masquerade #asked and answered #anonymous

[applestones]

and the last of the group B]

Solveig is based off of the old account of my younger sister she doesn’t use anymore and canonically Solveig is also Nat’s little sister

I never noticed how similar her and mine starter horse’s name’s were lmao

#sso #star stable online #star stable #ssoblr #sso oc #sso ocs #starstableonline #Solveig #Daria #Solveig and Daria

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

Other minor character name and relationship post. CAUTION: May contain minor spoilers. This is straight up a reference point just for me in the future - like a rough draft of some ideas I've tossed around.

NOMI:

Parents: Teman, a healer/pharmacist, and Sarai, an accountant

Students: Donatella, Farhana Junon Zuri and Yusra (Summer), Anahita (Dawn), Agape Lenotia Onoe Charis and Keren.

SERAPION:

Parents: Noora and Sabinus, who own a smithy.

Grandmother: Lucretia, a retired priestess.

Friends from the Stables: Durans, Pastor, Taras.

Step-family: Eadwulf, a merchant, Solveig and Oonagh (half sisters). Currently living in the Winter Court.

DAPHNE:

Mother: Theano. A changeling who dies before the story begins.

Friends on Thira: Anthe, Lueke, Galatea, Calliste.

Mirche: Former business partner [and amicable ex] of Helion, currently running the winery.

MEMBERS OF DAY COURT

Phoebus: Minister of the treasury. A real pill but good at his job.

Heba and Menae: married couple, ranked members of Court.

Alkyone: Myrtle's wife. She is the Architectural Minister.

Martialis: Captain of the royal guard.

Otho: Commander of the city watch.

Valerian: General of Day. A powerful magic user.

Indrani: Mother of Jocasta and Penelope, a retired merchant from Bharat.

Janus: Head of the banking guild. Worst enemy of Phoebus and Helion both.

Yasrin: The counterpart of Nomi, who was persuaded to lead his charges into battle, and their doom.

Municipalities of Day:

The Day Court is highly beaureacratic, divided into five major administrative legions, each with its own minor court. The largest court, in the capital, is presided over by the High Lord.

Rhodes: the capital and surrounding lands. Ruled by Helion Isidoros. It's library is known as the Hall of All Worlds.

Dodona: the westernmost region. Famously the birthplace of the last known Seer in Prythian. Ruled by Mithras. It's library is known as the Hall of All Eyes.

Zominthos: shares the largest portion of the border with the Night Court. A mountainous region. Ruled by Lipara. It's library is known as the Hall of All Tongues.

Hesperia: The region closest to Dawn. Largely agricultural. Ruled by Memnon. It's library is known as the Hall of the Lost.

Cyme: the easternmost region. Ruled by Teispes. Known for its gold and its poetry. It's library is known the Hall of the Travelers.

Cyme also contains numerous semi-autonomous islands with their own governments - Thira, Helion's former home, is one of them.

#the day court #day quartet #the dreamers in the daylight #my fic writing #my ocs #reference

[iasconsumesmedia]

Got tagged by @its-tea-time-darling so here we go!

3 ships: Thominho, Thomally, Sterek

First ship: At first thought, I was going to say that I am way too old to remember, but I think I shipped The Fool and Fitz from the Farseer Trilogy pretty hard, but not to the point where I got angry at Molly. More like I just enjoyed it when people thought they were together.

Last song: Hello by Martin Solveig. No idea why except I was working out and it has a good pulse for that.

Last movie: Bill (2015) a comedy movie about William Shakespeare that was surprisingly good.

Currently reading: Pratchett’s Reaper Man and Death in the Clouds by Agatha Christies and probably four or five other books because I can never read just one thing.

Currently watching: Yonderland. Highly recommend.

Currently consuming: It’s eight at night and I don’t eat after seven because it ruins my sleep. Last thing I did consume though was a very delicious but tiny vegan burger at a restaurant I went to with my sister and her kids to celebrate the big nephew’s birthday. Unless I misunderstood this question, in which case I am consuming my favourite forms of media, see above.

Currently craving: Chocolate. When don’t I crave chocolate? Might buy some tomorrow.

open tag, go ahead my lovelies!

#ask tags #the farseer trilogy #Pratchett #Poirot #Yonderland #Bill (2015) #maze runner #teen wolf

[enaelyork]

All my Tarkin's Legacy serie [Thrawn, Krennic, Hux romances]

I write all my Tarkin's serie in french, hope i can't translate all of it as soon has possible =)

This is a first person writing / Star Wars Romance / Imperial-First Order obession post.

#1 Bleu - Eleanore Tarkin x Grand Admiral Thrawn

Nothing escapes Eleanore Tarkin.

Because she was born to survive, the illegitimate child of the Grand-Moff has carved out a place for herself within ISB.

Playing multiple covers to root out the best kept secrets.

But that was before her friend Solveig disappeared.

Before the announcement of her marriage to Admiral Spencer, the one who must guarantee her the nobility of her rank.

Before Grand Admiral Thrawn, freshly promoted, takes an interest in the same business as her, seeking by all means to embark her on his ship.

He is claimed to be unbeatable, but he still has a war to win. The one he leads against this indomitable agent of the ISB.

She's the one Thrawn needs for a high-flying mission and he's going to have to use all his wits to convince her.

Because no one is capable of subduing a Tarkin.

Or so she thought.

Read it 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

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#2 Nébuleuse - Victoria Tarkin x Director Orson Krennic

Shadow is what Victoria Tarkin has always preferred.

It's for this reason that she has been lurking there since birth.

In the shadow of her sisters.

In the shadow of his imperious father, at the height of his power within the galactic empire.

It is thanks to this darkness that surrounds her that she managed to escape. Escape from this world far from what corresponds to her and live her passion in secrecy.

Until her father discovers it and involves her in a heinous blackmail.

It's easy for a Tarkin to pretend and spy, all the easier when the target is the most despised man in the family.

But sometimes even the best mechanics get bogged down and nothing can stop the chaos they create.

Read it 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

#3 If we had a Soul - Enael Spencer x General Armitage Hux

Blood is a difficult inheritance. Enael knows this all too well. Even if she does not bear the name, the blood of the Tarkins runs through her veins and not a day goes by that she is not reminded of it.

She is one of the heirs thanks to whom the Empire survives. The one they are about to rebuild.

It is undoubtedly for this reason that she attains the title of admiral. A rank that does not suit her. In any case, this is what the ruthless General Hux thinks, determined to make his new recruit fight it out.

But don't they have more in common than they think?

Read it

#starwars #star wars fanfiction #star wars #imperial stuff #general hux x reader #general hux #armitage hux #ennemy to lover #slowburn #romance #grand moff tarkin #grand admiral thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn fanfiction #thrawn x reader #thrawn trilogy #thrawn #eli vanto #karyn faro #timothy zahn #orson krennic x reader #orson krennic #director krennic x reader #director krennic #director krennic x Oc #Orson Krennic x Oc #nsft #agentreader #wilhuff tarkin #death star