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lagoonalake · 3 months

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TXT IDEAL TYPE

YEONJUN

Personality: the magician, 2 of swords, ace of pentacles

He is attracted to a manifestor, someone who can help him make things happen, it sounds a bit opportunistic but from his perspective partnership should be about helping and being useful to one another, he likes someone intelligent, resourceful, a great communicator, sociable and with connections or knowledge, someone with a certain influence, not too emotional, more practical and brainy, witty, balanced, a thinker whose going to think hard before making a decision and is going to help him making his own decisions, charming and diplomatic, independent, connected to his circle or career libra, gemini, air signs, capricorn

Appearance: page of coins, the hanged man, 10 of cups

A fresh, youthful, cute appearance, clear skin, could prefer pale skin, blond hair or light colors in general, smells good, clear high pitch voice, homely, calm and slow movements, innocence, soft, nurturing quality cancer, pisces, virgo

Turn-offs: the star, 3 of wands, 7 of wands

Sappy, overly emotional or dramatic people, people who are disconnected from reality, people who exaggerate, drama queens, people who are ready to crush others to achieve their goals, bullies, selfishness. aries, leo, negative cancer, sagittarius

SOOBIN

Personality: 5 of pentacles, 5 of cups, 7 of wands

Sad people, people who’ve been through it, who could need his help, he is attracted to the melancholic, tragic type, yet the type of person who is still trying hard, a combative person, maybe even a bit hardened by life, but still that he’d see as vulnerable, fragile, sensitive and passionate. I’m getting the vibe of a stray animal he would be trying to approach but the cat is a bit wild, but the moment he’d gain its trust he’d see how much this animal needs love. Same thing but with a human being, a wounded soul. He values the emotional bond and intimacy a lot. There could be some codependency but could be very healing, transformative and powerful too. all water signs especially scorpio, capricorn, mars

Appearance: knight of swords, queen of pentacles, the chariot

Someone who looks like a fighter, strong, sturdy, fit, curvy hips or thighs, darker hair and skin, darker colors in general, active, powerful intense energy and movements, fierce, sharp eyes, sensual appearance, something about the body that he’d want to touch, feel, smell, raw energy, bigger or wider features. capricorn, taurus, aries, scorpio

Turn-offs: ace of wands, the hierophant, 9 of wands

Someone too easy to read, he likes when someone takes a while to open up or reveal themselves, not only does he finds this more attractive and exciting, but he also thinks it makes the bond more special, if someone is opening up too easily he doesn’t trust that person. Someone who is too boring, predictable or too similar to what he already knows, someone too traditional, who follows the rules to the point they have no personality and feel like a robot, someone who doesn’t let anybody in so that no emotional connection is possible, someone who never let their guard down, who shows no vulnerability or humanity. only fire and air in the chart, negative capricorn/taurus, aquarius

BEOMGYU

Personality: 6 of wands, the world, 6 of swords

Definitely could like a foreigner or someone who foreign connections or background, someone who shows him something different, someone happy go lucky, proud, someone he’d admire, someone impressive, a bit cocky, someone who only wants the good things in life, has no time for negativity, only wants the best, an idealistic person, brave, high achiever, focused on themselves and their success, with an impressive stable career, most likely a celebrity leo, sagittarius, sun, jupiter

Appearance: 2 of pentacles, justice, knight of wands

Balanced harmonious symmetrical features, someone who is conventionally beautiful just like him, who could look like him a bit, brown/reddish colors, strong curvy or plush thighs, could like a shorter and curvier body type, someone who can be both cute and sexy, a bit wild, tomboyish, more revealing outfits, imposing big presence no matter the height or stature, a more simple a bit messy style, messy hair, shorter hair, bangs, ripped jeans, hooded or slanted eyes, big and/or raspy voice, a good dancer and/or rapper aries, mars, taurus

Turn-offs: the high priestess, the lovers, 2 of cups

He seems allergic to romance XD, overly romantic people, hyper feminine people, too much softness, too many emotions, too much intimacy, someone who looks like they can read him like a book, somehow he feels uncomfortable when people try to get too close, people who act overly mysterious or are too passive, people who always consult him before making a decision (he likes independence), PDAs. I feel like there could be some unresolved issues going on here, especially knowing that Beomgyu is a scorpio moon and pisces sun, it’s like he is afraid of intimacy and doesn’t want to accept this part of himself. he is still attracted to all these other fiery qualities matching his aries venus, but something is missing. all water signs in general, libra, venus

TAEHYUN

Personality: 5 of cups, 10 of cups, 9 of cups

Similar to Soobin, a very sensitive person who could need his strength, but not as tough and rough around the edges, more easy going, soft and family oriented, easily satisfied, who can see the good in many things, very kind and compassionate, a bit like a Disney princess lol, nurturing, understanding, likes to cuddle, very physically affectionate and needy, could be clingy, very loyal, would make a good mother, a safe haven for him to go back to at the end of the day, could be younger than him or simply make him feel like he is the more mature person, the provider, it’s a pretty traditional relationship, but very healing and loving cancer, pisces, jupiter, taurus

Appearance: page of cups, king of cups, knight of cups

Wow Taehyun really likes a water sign, he got all the cup cards, except for the queen. So a rather sensitive looking person, big or expressive deep eyes, cute, soft, round face, could prefer short hair, there is a masculine energy but very soft. The color blue, watery, siren like looks, dreamy, darker skin tone, big wide open features, soft skin, soft voice, magnetism, slower, softer more sensual movements, if he’d see someone with a pet or being kind to animals he would like it neptune, pisces, cancer, scorpio

Turn-offs: king of swords,queen of wands, the tower

Detached, cold, cruel people, extremely rational people who cannot connect with their emotions, narcissistic people, show-offs, people who only talk about themselves, attention seekers, loud, brash, boisterous people, drama queens, bullies. aquarius, saturn, leo, aries, mars

HUENINGKAI

Personality: 4 of swords, 7 of pentacles, 6 of cups

He wouldn't let anyone in that easily, he'd have to know he can trust them before, so someone patient, determined, highly resistant, endurant, very giving, unconditional love. He may prefer a more platonic dynamic first. Someone observant, rational and who pays attention to others, someone reliable, a good shoulder to lean on, supportive, someone who has a way with words, soothing, healing words, a good advisor. He needs time before letting people in, but is interested in long term relationships and intimacy. Could be someone older or very mature. virgo, taurus, capricorn, cancer, libra, saturn

Appearance: the hermit, 6 of pentacles, the empress

Like Taehyun could like to see someone taking care of animals or pets. He's not easily impressed by looks, he may not like the plastic surgery look, prefers when he can see natural “flaws” (except he wouldn't see it as flaws) like natural skin tone…etc. Could prefer someone older or who looks mature, motherly. Kind face, rosy cheeks, curvy hips and chest, a “fertile” look, a natural, effortless, healthy, radiant, princess in a fairytale type of beauty. libra, taurus, virgo, pisces

Turn-offs: ace of swords, high priestess, king of pentacles

Someone rude, simplistic in the way they think, unable to empathize, narrow minded, cruel, someone manipulative or nosy, someone who is trying to peer into his private life or secrets, someone who overshare informations, can’t keep a secret, can’t hold their mouth, someone overly materialistic, who shows off their money or possession, someone who puts too much importance on status and uses this to dominate others, someone boring only interested in their job, business and making money. gemini, negative scorpio, taurus, capricorn

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dionysianfreak · 9 months

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Artemis

wild huntress, shrouded in mist, the stillness within the storm

"Hear me, Daughter of Leto, Celebrated, Noble, Bacchian Queen, rejoicing in Your silver arrows. Torch-bearing Goddess Dictunna, who presides over births and relieves the pain of labor, Divine Maiden, who glories in the Sylvan hunt, Swift and fierce, no one is Your equal with the bow. Wandering by night, reveling in the flowering meadows, Brave and beautiful Nurturer of mortals, Eternal and Earthly, Bane of fell monsters, Dweller in the hills whom the woods and dogs delight. You hunt the stag and give the Earth a store of bounteous fruit to bear. Oh Universal Queen, You flourish in endless youth, Wield the Cydonian Power, Dread Guardian Goddess, With benevolence come to these mystic rites, Send us gentle Peace and Health, and drive disease and care far from us."

— Orphic Hymn 36 To Artemis

#artemis #devotional aesthetic #helpol #hellenic polytheism #theoi #greek gods #aesthetic #moodboard #polytheism #paganism

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melxhunter · 10 months

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A WARRIOR’S VOYAGE

"With the sins of the sun and the sadness in the sky, you shall wonder why the universe never loved you back."

— In a world overrun by the corrupt and mad, driven by lust, greed, egoism, desire and obsessionalism, having a sweet and innocent nature always ends with death. Being honorable and having a strong moral compass is viewed as something ethereal one can only dream of.

That being said, her chances were slim. But she wasn't going to let that stop her.

It was winning or dying.

And Fiyona Mormont was not ready to die.

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HOUSE MORMONT of Bear Island is a vassal House which holds fealty to House Stark of Winterfell, to the Warden of the North. They had always been a small House – it was no secret. But somehow, that alone just made them even prouder.

It didn't matter how many overlooked the island's inhabitants and failed to see the whole picture. For even if most didn't fully realize it, House Mormont was fearsome enemies but also excellent allies. Even if they indeed are a very small house.

Their ancestral home of Bear Island is an island far to the northwest of Winterfell, its location and densely forested areas with a large bear population the main reasons to why it's the home to mostly woodsmen, crofters and fisherfolk. Despite that, Bear Island was one of the places within the Seven Kingdoms known for their skilled warriors. Known for how impeccable they were at sword fighting.

Not only that, but Bear Island was also one of the few subcultures within Westeros with an tradition of female fighters. You see, over the age of time, there had always been dangers of imminent attack from ironborn raiding ships while the men were out at sea which eventually led to the women of Bear Island being expected to defend their homes from attacks. Sometimes it even was attacks from wildings who avoided the wall completely by using boats to cross the bay from the Frozen Shore.

Thus people who hail from Bear Island are mostly strong, hardy, loyal and deep down compassionate and kindhearted. When they know what needs to be done, they don't hesitate to take action.

Fiyona Mormont was no exception. The young she-bear was taught to be a warrior from an early age, and she had always known the true horrors of the world, known about the monsters hiding in the shadows since the early stages of her youth.

Fiyona was no stranger to death either, for she had watched the life leave disappear from the animals which she hunted, even watched the life slip away from her father's eyes. It was horrible, but she knew it was a part of the harsh world she lived in.

Nothing could ever change it. It was the way it was, the way it always had been and always would remain.

What Fiyona was a stranger to, however, was love. Not the kind of love you receive from your mother, a sibling or a dear friend. No, Fiyona was a stranger to the kind of ethereal love which exists between two souls. Between two hearts which ignites in such a heated flame whenever they're near one another.

Not even in her life as Mia Nordin had she ever experienced it... not that she remembered that life...yet.

As the Seven Kingdoms seemed to hold its breath while preparing itself for yet another war, completely amid the world where greed and power reign supreme, Fiyona's life collides with a another's...under arranged circumstances.

Thus began the story of Fiyona Mormont and Robb Stark. Two young humans who would change the course of the game itself.

The future Warden of the North and the former heiress of Bear Island.

The Young Wolf and the She-Wolf.

The King and Queen in the North.

As brave as the dusk & as fierce as the storm.

Fiyona Mormont's tale is filled with broken pieces, terrible choices, betrayals and ugly truths. In spite of those parts indeed being heavy and literally true, they are nevertheless misleading. For the tale is also filled with happiness, heroism, love, humanity, kindness and peace in her soul.

It's an entangled tale in which a black bear is forced to run with the wolves only discover she was one of them all along.

A tale of the wild wolves and the black bear.

Interested to read more? Then check out the story A Warrior’s Voyage on my wattpad profile melxhunter!!

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 3 months

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Zelda clung to Urbosa as much as she could. Urbosa, fierce as a storm and warm as the sun. Urbosa, who always looked after her, Mipha and Revali. The only real mother Link had.

The only real mother Zelda or Revali had too. Neither of them could remember theirs.

Lianna was not a mother. She was a monster.

From here, Zelda could see the Great Plateau. She could see the blue light from the shrines and tower, shining in the twilight.

“I’m going to destroy her,” Zelda seethed. “I’m going to tear her to pieces.”

She could hug a ghost. She’d hugged Mipha and Urbosa.

It stood to reason she could hit one too.

Zelda frees Vah Naboris and comes face to face with Urbosa at last. They discuss the queen, Link and the history of the royals. Unwanted memories return to Zelda, igniting a need for vengeance.

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feralbatty · 2 years

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Erlebnisse: I- Lambent

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: Aemma Targaryen, Rhaenyra’s second born and eldest daughter, bonded to the dragon Aerion. The young princess along with her brothers wait for their mother’s return under the watchful eye of Commander Strong. Then it’s off to training in the dragon pit with her uncles where the princess is seemingly Aemond’s only ally.

A/N: heyo! I will be continuing the Second Dragon series in the future but have been hit with a bug, especially with the finale coming tonight. Sorry if you don’t like the name choice I thought it would be sweet :’)

Not beta'd so spelling mistakes most likely. Warnings- childbirth? It’s long, we needed a good origin story. Mom!Nyra Dad!Harwin Dad!Laenor

I hope y’all enjoy!

Erlebnisse- the experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply and through which we truly live

Lambent- glowing with soft radiance

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The princess Rhaenyra was exhausted after the birth of her firstborn, a son! Covered in sweat, shaky- tired limbs and heavy from effort she was ready to cradle her newborn and be done with it. The red, wailing dark tufted boy was placed gingerly into her awaiting arms and the world seemed to stop when she gazed down at him. He was perfect. Strong.

She felt her eye lids grow heavy at finally holding the prize of all that pain but the red gowned maid that waiting ominously at the door ruined the moment. Rhaenyra’s fond smile faded and she found it hard to swallow as her gaze steeled.

“The Queen wishes to see him.” Was all that was uttered in the room. The maesters and midwives seemed frozen as they held their breath at such a request. The maid had the decency to look ashamed yet it did nothing to ease the insult. The princess scoffed lightly and blinked to stare out the window as she gathered herself.

A midwife kindly moved over to take the Prince while servants started to buzz around to gather the princess’s gowns. Rhaenyra attempted to lift herself before a sharp waved had her crying out and arching back into bed. The maester who’d preformed the birth whipped his head towards her before lifting the sheet covering the princess's modesty. Rhaenyra peered down at him her chest already rising and falling quickly.

“What is it?” She could only breathe out, eyes wild with worry. Another wave had her gritting her teeth to stifle a scream.

“There seems to be another, princess.” He responded with furred brows. The servants were once again glued to their spots as everyone stared at the princess’s belly.

“What!” Rhaenyra fell back consumed in pain again.

“I’ll tell the Queen.” The maid’s eyes were wide before she scurried out of the chambers. Midwives swarmed around the maester, in need once again.

“You’ll need to push again, princess.” He ordered, no longer in shock. “I can see the head, push!”

Rhaenyra screamed, body just aching for rest but this surprise needed her. She squeezed the sheets until her knuckles were white and bared her teeth in strain. The scream ripped itself from her throat and burned out into a long groan. Thinking back to the moment, she was sure she looked every bit as fierce as a dragon. She felt the veins in her neck and head throbbing as she pushed.

“That’s it, princess! They’re coming!” A midwife cheered but was met with a string of curses from the mother. The midwife holding the Prince was brave enough to place an encouraging hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder and squeezed, lending her strength in the only way she could. Rhaenyra sobbed and leaned forward to aid in the effort as she pushed.

“There. There-“ the maester was interrupted by the wailing all new mothers dreamed of. Rhaenyra fell back, worn. “A girl, princess!” He chuckled out, handing the babe to another midwife. He replaced the sheet over the princess’s legs and shuffled over towards the water basin.

Rhaenyra took another moment to calm her heart and catch her breath before she reached out to embrace her daughter. The midwife smiled at the princess as she lowered the child into her arms. Rhaenyra gasped as she met her child’s eyes. Just a perfect as her brother but instead of a dark tuft, her daughter had pale whisps crowning her head.

The girl instantly quieted when faced with her mother's beam. The two had a moment of quiet recognition before Laenor strode in all white smiles.

“I heard! A son!” He sounded just as winded as her and made long strides to the midwife carefully rocking the new prince. His palm softly cradled the boy’s head. His eyes were locked on the babe that looked nothing like him, yet they were still filled with pure wonder and love. The midwife passed Laenor his firstborn son. Rhaenyra grinned tiredly up at him and slowly bounced the bundle in her arms.

“And a daughter.” Like he’d been jolted he ripped his gaze from the boy and focused on Rhaenyra. She smirked at him and drifted her eyes down to her son’s peeking head.

Much like before, the crimson of the Queen’s maid swooshed into view, breaking the warm moment. Laenor followed his wife's glare, straightened and squared his shoulders. The maid was more nervous than before and didn’t want to repeat the summons but the two pairs of violet eyes staring her down dared her.

“Th-the Queen-“ she stumbled.

“I know.” Rhaenyra snapped. Laenor sent his wife a questioning look “She wants to see the children.”

“That’s not going to happen!” Laenor ground his jaw. “The princess is in need of rest. If the Queen-“

“It’s alright.” Rhaenyra struggled to balance her daughter and get out of bed. Servants rushed to her aid, one taking the- now squirming babe. Another taking her arm to steady her. Rhaenyra leaned in towards her husband to murmur, “The sooner this is done, the sooner I can rest.” His frown deepened but he abided by her choice.

The servants quickly slipped a gown over Rhaenyra’s stained shift, lacing the back as loosely as acceptable. A mousy haired girl lowered to the floor to slip the princess’s shoes on for her. A quiet ‘thank you’ passed through Rhaenyra’s lips before taking her daughter once again. She straightened with a wince and took Laenor’s offered elbow.

“Let’s go.”

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The journey to the Queen’s rooms was slow. Rhaenyra had stopped several times to catch her breath and lean heavily on Laenor for support. The two eventually made it, a new layer of sweat drenching Rhaenyra’s skin. Alicent was standing, hands clasped in front of her, she tried to mask her unwavering stare at the door by blinking away to find the surrounding architecture interesting. Viserys was sitting stiffly on a lounge. It was obvious he was uncomfortable in pain but he was waiting to receive his daughter and her firstborn.

“Rhaenyra!” He outstretched his arms and creaked up. Alicent glided past him to look at the new prince and princess.

“You should be resting.” The queen's expression gave nothing away. She’d perfected the stony mask since Rhaenyra’s wedding. Brown eyes simply raked over the prince, lids lowering a fraction and her lip twitched. Obviously noting the boy’s dark hair and eyes. “Two I heard.” Straight to the point, no niceties despite the momentous occasion.

Viserys had joined them at this point and smiled fondly at his grandson. “Look at him. A fine prince, my dear.” Rhaenyra returned his genuine smile but it faltered at meeting Alicent’s cold eyed frown.

“Yes. A boy and a girl!” Laenor interjected proudly nodding his head to his wife’s arms. The new grandparents turned in tandem. Viserys’ smile grew as he met his curios granddaughters’ violet eyes.

“What a beautiful princess.” He cooed down at her. “She looks just as you did when you were born, Rhaenyra.” He brushed his thumb across the girl’s peach soft cheek. “Such a blessing these two are.” The parents nodded, Rhaenyra had her eyes trained on the Queen. Something changed in her gaze as she noted the babe’s pale hair and lavender eyes. Feeling the mother’s sharp stare Alicent cleared her throat and looked away.

“Have you decided on names?” She changed the subject.

“We have. Jacaerys for our son.” Laenor beamed proudly.

“Ah! A good name for a Velaryon prince! Your father must have come up with that one!” Viserys clapped. Alicent lifted her brows and frowned with a hum. Had the princess not been quietly observing her, she would have missed it.

“And the girl?” Alicent stared back at Rhaenyra.

Something inside her wanted a reaction out of her former friend, anything but the passive disapproval and judging doe eyes. So, Rhaenyra raised her head high and kept the Queen’s eyes as she answered.

“Aemma.” Alicent’s eyes fluttered for a brief moment before she swallowed and turned away. Her father took a breath which drew Rhaenyra’s attention. His eyes were watery as he smiled shakily at his daughter.

“Oh. Oh, Rhaenyra.” He breathed.

“Do you like it?” She watched her father war with himself in wanting to hold the precious bundle and not trusting the strength in his arms. “Would you like to hold her?” Rhaenyra found herself blinking back tears. She shifted so they were shoulder to shoulder for extra support. Slowly, she handed the King his first granddaughter.

Satisfied that his hold was strong, Rhaenyra took a step back towards Laenor who smiled back at her. The couple watched fondly as the Viserys doted down on the child. Alicent watched from the sidelines. Feeling her heart sink and her stomach fill will lead. He never looked at their newborns like that. He rarely held them, stating he was too weak.

“It’s perfect.” The king finally said never looking away from the new princess.

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“This one is the best!” Luce exclaimed as he hobbled ahead with Jace a few steps behind. A dragon egg awkwardly held between his two small hands. One wrong step and they’d be a dragon short and an afternoon of crying.

“Be careful, Luce!” Aemma called after him, Jace was quick to right his brother’s hold. The two older siblings knew he was adamant on carrying the egg himself. Aemma kept her pace with the large man beside her. His armor clanking with each step and his golden cloak brushed her shoulder every now and then.

The princess carried a bundle of flowers just a preciously. The dark haired man quirked a brown down at the girl. Such grace for one so young. Her powder blue dress nearly matched the gentle white of her braided hair.

“What’s this then, princess.” He nodded at her bouquet when she looked up at him.

“Lavendar, Commander Strong. For mother.” She bowed her head, not is bashfulness but in a gentle smile. “The maesters say it has healing capabilities. Or calming ones, I don’t remember.” She continued as she watched her brothers like a hawk. “Either way, they smell nice. See?” The two stopped and faced each other, the boys still in eyesight. She lifted the flowers as high as she could, Harwin had to bed low but he made a show of taking a deep breath of the fragrance.

Graceful. Protective. And thoughtful.

His eyes were full of warmth and she peered expectantly at him. His smile so true and proud, he nearly gave himself away. “They are perfect, princess. I’m sure your mother will love them.”

Even as she continued their stroll back to the Keep, Harwin had to take a moment. His three children. The boys were laughing about something, Jace had turned and waved at them, urging them to hurry up. Luce had a brilliant grin that squinted his bright eyes. And Aemma, the girl had turned to look back at him noting his absence. She reached her hand out for his and Harwin’s heart nearly burst.

His three children. He’d never be able to claim them. They’d never call him father. He hoped they could somehow feel it though. The selfish part of him longed for it.

It took less than four steps to reach the princess and when he did she wrapped her tiny, delicate hand around his fingers and they continued. She gave a strong, comforting squeeze and he knew.

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The group of four made it back to Princess Rhaenyra’s chambers, Aemma hadn’t released the Harwin’s hand even as they passed through the Keep. The boys stuck close through the halls, guards raised, finding comfort in the presence of Commander Strong. The party had paused at one moment, one of Harwin’s men had informed him of Rhaenyra’s successful birth.

Another son.

Now as they began to settle back into the safety of their home, the three siblings had separated to do their own things. Luce had passed their soon-to-be sibling’s egg into Jace’s hands. Both tired of lugging it around and distracted in playing with the toys littered about.

Jace placed the egg carefully into a red hot pot that had been preparing since their mother had started her labors. Once satisfied with the egg’s placement he joined his brother on the carpet to play. Luce happily began telling the tale of Aegon the Conqueror, one they’d all heard numerous times. Harwin, able to relax behind the Princess’s doors, perched himself on a couch behind Luce. He ruffled the prince’s chocolate curls which earned him a giggle.

Harwin glanced up to see what the princess was up to. Aemma had separated her armful into sprigs of three, busying herself in placing them around the room. Gently fixing each one into various vases and bottles so the smell could be distributed evenly.

“…then they found themselves in front of a big, scary dragon!” Luce was more retelling the story to himself than anyone in particular. He and Jace were playing with wood-carved dragons. Aemma had finished her arrangements and joined Harwin on the couch. Sitting closely to the Commander happily watching her brothers.

The door was opened and they were met with a sweaty Rhaenyra followed closely by Laenor holding the newborn. The four of them rose, the boys hopped over their toys immediately wanting her attention. Aemma stood in front of Harwin, hands clasped in front as she’d seen the ladies of court do, quietly observing and not wanting to overwhelm.

“Mother, look.” Jace lifted the pot’s lid to show her their spoils. Rhaenyra, ever dutiful followed them with her eyes and smiled.

“We chose an egg for the baby.” Luce added. Both of them incredibly calm in awareness of their new sibling despite their pride and excitement.

Their mother breathed a laugh and began to take a seat. Harwin placed a quick squeezed to Aemma’s shoulder before moving around her and offering his arm.

“We let Luce choose.” “Thank you, Jace.” The boys carried on sweetly. Aemma continued to watch her mother carefully. Trying to gauge if she was ok or not. Harwin helped her to sit while telling his feeble excuse loudly, as the door was still open. Rhaenyra offered their thanks.

Aemma rounded the couch once Harwin had moved a, respectable, amount away and sat next to her mother. She leaned into her side and Rhaenyra wrapped and arm around her to pet her hair and give her a kiss on the forehead. Aemma snuggled deeper into her mother’s side at Rhaenyra’s insistence.

“I got you lavendar, mother.” Rhaenyra smiled down at her daughter. “It’s supposed to…I just thought it smelled nice.” She looked down and fiddled with the rings on her mother’s hand. Both men were smiling fondly at the sweet girl.

“Another boy I heard.” The Commander finally said after a beat of comfort silence between the family. Rhaenyra hummed. Aemma was enjoying her mother’s warmth before looking up when he said, “Might I?”

Her father had been doting on the newborn and bouncing him, completely absorbed in the little life in his hands. Rhaenyra craned her neck, resituating herself and her daughter. “Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey.” Aemma wrapped her arms around her mother and watched the two men while Rhaenyra ran her finger’s through the girl’s pale hair.

Laenor dipped his head with a fond “Of course.” And passed the bundle to the Commander. Aemma tilted her head into her mother’s chest as the scene unfolded. She noted that he was incredibly gentle with the baby despite his size and she wondered when he’d gotten so accustomed to handling infants.

Part of her wondered if he’d held her at some point.

“Father, please may I hold Joffrey?” Luce was reaching towards their brother now. Laenor, Harwin and Jace all steering his clumsy little hands away. Aemma looked up at her mother, both of them sharing a giggle.

“No, no, no. It’s back to the dragon pit for you.” Laenor was now marching the boys out. “Aemma, come along.” He called over his shoulder. The princess kissed her mother on the cheek and carefully got up. When she passed by Ser Harwin the others were already down the hall waiting for her. She paused and rose on her toes to see her new brother.

Harwin gentle tilted Joffrey down so she could see. Aemma reach up and ran her finger across the baby’s cheek. “He looks like you.” She whispered so only the two of them could hear. Harwin had stiffened and gaped at her before she turned on her heel and followed the others, shutting the door on her way out.

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Fingers laced with her father’s, Aemma trailed behind her brothers once again. The two of them were jumping on the stone walls to make a game of balance and joking around. Completely at ease on the way to the dragon pits.

“Tell me, seashell, what’s on the schedule today?” Laenor smirked down at Aemma, he began to swing their combined hands, sensing his daughter’s distraction. Normally she was racing the boys to get to the pits. Must be her mother’s labor that made his daughter more demure today.

“Jace is going to do some more bond training with Vermax. And I think Luce is still trying to learn the commands, plus Arrax is still too small to ride. Aegon and Sunfyre will most likely go flying.” He arched a brow down at her.

“And you?” Aemma pondered over what she should say.

“I’d like to go riding. Like when you took me on Seasmoke!” She bounced. “But…”

“But what? Aerion is certainly big enough and I’ve never known him to disobey your commands.” Laenor has stopped swinging their hands instead slowing their pace so he could get to his daughter’s troubles.

“He’s just not big enough for two.” She finally mumbled. Laenor tilted his head.

“I was unaware there was another of you.” He joked.

“Not me, dad.” She laughed. “Aemond.” The two of them were stopped now. Just outside the dragon pit where he usually left them. The boys had already run inside to start their trainings.

“Aemond?”

“He doesn’t have a dragon. The others are mean to him about it too. He always watches but never gets to participate. I just…don’t want him to feel alone.” Laenor’s heart swelled.

“That’s very kind of you, Aemma.” He squatted to meet her eye to eye and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I felt the same way about my sister Laena. You know, she didn’t have a dragon born to her either. I’d pester her to come riding with me everyday and she did, for a time.”

“What happened?”

“It made her want a dragon of her own even more.” Aemma frowned down at her feet. “And now…” He drawled out.

“She rides the biggest dragon there is!”

“She does!” He laughed at her outstretched arms.

“How do I help Aemond get a dragon then?”

“That’s something only he can do, my sweet.” She ‘Ohhed’ and looked down again. “All you can do right now is to continue being there for him. Sticking by his side when the others pick on him.”

“Okay.” She looked at the entrance to the dragon pits then perked up and gasped in excitement. “I know how I can help him!”

In one ear, out the other. Laenor mused but nodded his head for her to go on. There was no changing her mind. Stubborn like her mother.

“When Aerion’s bigger we can fly out and look for a dragon for him! One as big as a Vhagar!” She jumped up. “And then! We can go on adventures! Maybe even fly around the world!” Spirits raised, even if she didn’t completely understand what he was trying to say but Laenor could only marvel at the kindness his daughter had.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out, my little conqueror.” He nuzzled her nose causing her to squeal in delight. “But. I want you to train. Hmm?” She nodded.

“Good. Go on then. I’ll see you all at dinner.”

“Bye dad!” He waved as she ran into the pit.

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“…honestly. How hard is it to say dracarys, hmm? Drah-care-us.” Aemma ran up mid-conversation. Aegon straightened from Jace. “Ah, there she is. Finally gracing us with your presence.” Aemma stuck her tongue out at him and stopped beside Aemond.

“What’d I miss?” She murmured to the boy. His eyes had been downcast but brightened at her arrival. She was the one saving grace when it came to these trainings. Aegon only dragged him along to humiliate him. He’d appealed to his mother to let him skip, there was no reason he should be there to watch since he had no dragon. But Aegon charmed their mother by saying it was good practice for when he eventually had a dragon of his own. He was pretty sure she saw through it too but had no valid reason to excuse him. So, here he was. Watching his brother and nephews flaunt their dragons around. Even if they weren't that good.

Aemma though. She always stood by his side and watched with him even though she had a sizable dragon of her own. Aerion, the Nightshade. He’d helped her come up with that title after the two of them poured over books about the dragons of old.

“Nothing. They were comparing skill. Or lack there of. ” She hid her smirk behind her fist while he grinned crookedly.

“No contest.” Aegon sniffed having heard their conversation.

“You’re right. When it comes to flying Aerion and I are the best.” Aemma declared crossing her arms. Aemond had to agree but he kept silent.

“Sure princess. Me and Sunfyre are leagues ahead of you, in all classes.” Her uncle sneered down at her.

“Well…Aerion is bigger!” She replied lamely.

“And faster!” Luce added.

“Not to mention more graceful.” Jace snickered from behind his sister. Aemond watched the banter around him, that sickening feeling of being left out was creeping up on him again. What value could he add to the conversation? He had no experience in any of thi-

Aemma’s warm hand had sneaked down and laced with his. She squeezed it bringing his gazed up to her. She was already smiling at him. He felt his face heat up. “I have a surprise for you!” She whisper while shaking their hands. She could have said the sky was falling and he’d still be entranced but that perked his interest. “After practice. We’ll meet at our spot.” He nodded and kept staring into her shining eyes. It was just the two of them while the others bickered about who was better at what.

The lead handler and his assistant were striding over to the group of five. Stern, burned face as usual. Their guiding sticks tapped as they stopped on the other side of Jace. He barked a command in Old Valyrian that most of them understood but his assistant translated anyway.

“Silence!”

“Let us begin!”

Vermax was guided by two handlers with heavy chains up the ramp. The enclosed colosseum was big enough for at least two dragons maybe even Arrax as well. But the boys loved to show off. Which grew into chaos when they were all shouting commands at the same time confusing each others dragons in the process. The young emerald dragon screeched while taking in the dim surroundings.

The young dragon crawled forward gaining speed the more confidence he closed in. The assistant handler urged Jace to call Vermax to heel. Jace, still finding his own confidence ordered “Serve.” Which had the verdant dragon rear up in recognition. He sniffed at Jace before chattering and lurching forward. Aemma and Jace let out gasps, her hold on Aemond’s hand tightening. Her brother was quick to command “Halt!” Before Vermax could come any closer.

The lead handler boomed “Halt!” Before ordering the others to release Vermax from his chains. He ushered Jace forward while Vermax shook off the chain’s lingering feeling, tilting his head in interest at his rider who slowly inched forward. Aemma leaned closer to Aemond to get a better look and Aegon yawned from beside them.

The scarred handler was satisfied with the exchange between dragon and rider and praised Jace as a goat was led into the arena. Vermax was instantly drawn to the tasty offering, momentarily distracted from his boy.

“Aerion would only sniff towards a goat. He's never turned away from you.” Aemond observed beside Aemma. She nodded in agreement.

Vermax was now zeroed in on the goat. Jace had to call his name twice and he still didn’t heed. Instead of chastising her brother, the lead handler began instructing Jace on how to deal with the situation. His assistant translated, Jace wasn't as fluent in Old Valyrian and Aemma and Aemond were. Jace nodded along, soaking in what was being taught to him.

"Can I say it?" Jace's face lit up as the lead handler nodded. He turned back to look at everyone. Aegon was leaning over Aemond's shoulder nodding like it was an obvious answer. Aemond squeezed Aemma's hand tight. Even if it hurt she endured it, biting her lip when she could feel bone on bone. One look at her uncle's almost angry face and she decided. She'd endure this and then she'd tell him her plan. She'd help him get his dragon if it was the last thing she'd do!

Jace took a step forward, even from the angle she was at Aemma could see the apples of his cheeks rise. This was a proud moment for him. Both the handlers holding the young dragon back watched for Jace's command.

"Dracarys, Vermax!" He said.

"He's too excited, there wasn't enough power behind it." Aemond mumbled to Aemma. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye but blinked away. When the handlers backed off and let Vermax move, he did as he was told. The dragon leaned on his haunches and blasted a stream of fire. The goat bleeted a few times but it's agony was short lived.

The lead handler clasped Jace on the back in a job well done and moved away. Vermax crept forward and enjoyed his meal. She watched her brother as he marveled at his dragon. Aemond released Aemma's hand when Aegon patted him on the back. Luce stood in front of him with a cheeky smirk.

Aemma didn't like this.

"Aemond, we have a surprise for you." The princess rolled her eyes. Aemond, in the spotlight for the moment, perked.

"What is it?"

"Something very special." Aemma's younger brother chirped before scurrying towards the ramp. Sending one last wicked little grin towards Jace over his shoulder. She hooked her arm through Aemond's emerald padded one. Letting him know she was there and it was a means of pulling him away from a fight.

"Don't." She warned, glaring at Aegon's weasly smirk.

"Don't ruin the fun." Aegon sneered in her face. Aemond moved slightly in front of her, it looked like he was getting a better view of Luce but in reality he didn't want Aegon near Aemma. But it also released her hold on his arm.

With a little pressure Aegon began leading Aemond after Luce. Jace joined them while Aemma fumed a step behind Aemond.

"You're the only one of us without a dragon." Aegon began, his palm still pressing between Aemond's shoulder blades. Aemma glared after them.

"Indeed." Was Aemond's reply, tone dour because he hated being reminded of it. And it was the greatest weapon to tease him with.

"Aegon." She growled. Her uncles ignored her of course but Jace shot her a dirty look and shushed at her.

"And we felt badly about it," Aegon continued, patting Jace on the chest lightly as some sort of signal. Jace nodded and gave Aemond a sickly, faux smile. "So we found one, for you."

"A dragon? How?" Aemma saw Aemond steel himself. Ready for whatever cruel game the boys were playing but hoping that for once they were actually being genuine. She couldn't take it she reached forward and grabbed his arm.

"Aemond, come on." She pleaded and tugged on his sleeve but the boy shook her off and continued with the others. Aemma sighed, dejected and sorry for him in going along with their horrid jokes.

"The gods provide." Aegon sung as they approached the mouth of the ramp.

From the darkness emerged Luce who was reigning a sow nearly as tall as he was. Parchment wings had been tied around it's middle. Aemma's heart dropped. She could see when Aemond's hope died with his shoulders slumping.

"Behold! The Pink Dread!" The three boys sang together before breaking out into a fit.

To drive the knife further Aegon leaned in, "Be sure to mount her carefully. The first flight is always tough." Then he snorted right into Aemond's ear. Jace followed suit while Luce was laughing to hard to try. Aegon pushed off of Aemond's shoulder to turn away.

Aemma stormed up and pushed her uncle as hard as she could. The gangly boy toppled over with a shriek then glared up at her from the dirt. "How dare you!" He snarled jumping up and began dusting himself off. "You brat!" He roared and charged at her.

She brought her hands up to brace herself. Not scared, the fire in her eyes was hotter than ever. Knowing Aegon out powered her she turned her body so her uncle's force carried him forward back into the dirt. Unfortunately she also lost her balance and slammed to the ground herself. The pig was startled at the sounds they were making and the too fast of movents of their scuffle. She began to squeal and ran about looking for an exit.

"You're a horrible brother!" Aemma roared at the eldest attempting to dive at him but Jace grabbed her and held her back with Luce running up. "Get off me!" She elbowed Jace in the ribs to get him to let go. "You two are just as bad! Just because your dragons hatched doesn't mean you're better than anyone else!" She wasn't even aware enough to see the flash of fear in their eyes, all she saw was red.

"Thats exactly what it means, you ugly girl. I'm going to-"

"What!" She rounded back on Aegon. "You're going to what, Aegon?" Fearing any escalation with the wild look in his niece's eyes, Aegon backed away before storming out of the pit.

"It was just a joke, Aemma." Luce mumbled pitifully.

"Yeah. Aemond knows we were just having a laugh, right Aemond?" Jace tried playing mediator. Their uncle was silent as the grave. He was staring down the ramp like he was in a trance.

Without turning to look at either of her brothers Aemme growled back, "It's not funny. Just go away!" The two boys were smart enough to know when she was serious and they booked it after Aegon.

When they were alone again Aemma turned to console Aemond but he was already at the bottom of the ramp into the dragon caves. No one was allowed down there except the handlers. Especially not a prince who had no dragon of his own!

"Aemond! Wait!" Aemma ran down after him. He didn't look back, determined to show them. "Aemond!" Aemma huffed once she caught up with him. Together they were already coming upon the caves. Aemma clutched onto Aemond's back as he pushed forward towards the first dragon he saw.

Dreamfyre.

The dragon was nearly three times the size of Vermax. And Aemma knew that even if he wanted to help, Aerion was too far down into the caves to reach them in time.

The older she-dragon noticed them and rumbled in warning. But there was no getting through to Aemond. Suddenly the idea of searching for an unclaimed dragon for Aemond became a terrifying thought now that she was in this dragon's sights.

Dreamfyre reared up blew fire onto the stone carved ceiling. Aemond fell back into Aemma in fear. She clutched underneath his arms while he was frozen against her chest. The two children couldn't move as Dreamfyre inched closer and closer.

This was his sister's dragon but it was obvious it held little care of who she went after when they trespassed into her territory. Aemma was only able to squeeze her eyes shut as Dreamfyre continued forward. There was a guttural rumble coming up the dragon's throat. Aemond couldn't look away.

This was it.

He was going to be killed by a dragon without ever having one of his own. What's worse was that Aemma was with him. Clinging tightly across his chest and burying her head into his green padded shoulder. His own selfishness was going to get the person he cared about most killed.

Dreamfyre's maw was lowering, jaw barely open but Aemond could clearly see the fire rolling up her neck. The heat of her breath and the horrible hiss she was making seemed to rumble through the stone and surround them.

No matter what, he was going to be brave. For Aemma who was only in this because of him. He would not close his eyes. Never. He held his breath, all his muscles tensed- anticipating the incredible pain of dying to dragon fire. His eyes were burning from not blinking. He didn't trust himself to open them again if he did. Aemma let out a whimper into his shoulder.

Dreamfyre's eyes narrowed down at the two children. She steadied her feet so she had a strong base during her blast. Lips curling to reveal her rows of knife-sized teeth. Crystalline eyes focused, a breath in and-

A roar came from the mouth of a hall to their right. Aerion's head could just barely be made out in the dim. Blue fire burbled up in between his teeth. Illuminating the dark around them and showing off his own size. Threatening Dreamfyre to move closer. He stretched over the children and roared at the older dragon. She blinked a few times in confusion before standing down and turning to saunter back into her cave. Aemma had looked up by now and Aemond let out a shaky breath. The two children relaxed together knowing they weren't in danger anymore.

"Aerion." Aemma sniffled making her uncle and dragon turn to her. Aemond brought a hand up to touch Aemma's arms that were still wrapped around him. Her dragon rumbled a purr as he leaned in. "Tha..nk..yo..uuu." She sobbed as Aemond leaned his head back to offer more comfort. Her dragon looked pitch as he curved his head to nuzzle her with his snout.

Tentatively, Aemond reach out to run his fingers along the dragon's scales. They shimmered blue and violet in the firelight. He didn't seemed bother by the boy's touch. When the prince looked up, Aerion's sapphire eye was already watching him in calm acceptance.

"Thank you, Aerion." He breathed. They needed to get out of there. The Nightshade could hold off Dreamfyre but for how long? Surely he'd tire and wander back into his own cave. "Come on, Aemma. Let's go back." His voice was quiet, almost tired.

The princess didn't want to acknowledge the defeat in his tone. She just wanted to leave the pit. Her fingers were stiff as she unwrapped her arms from around him. Knowing there would most likely be bruises, she shook out her wrists and accepted Aemond's hand to help her up.

"You got mud on your dress." He noticed. A beat. Then the two started to laugh at the whole situation. Aemma hugged Aerion's nose in her hands, the dragon huffed warmly into her and raised his head.

"I promise I'll thank you properly, Aerion." He rumbled back but was already slinking back into the darker depths of the pit.

"I- I still have to tell you my surprise, Aemond." She'd finally broken the silence as they stepped back into the arena.

"It's not another pig is it?" The two huffed out equally exhausted chuckles.

"No. No pig." She confirmed as they continued walking hand in hand.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon reader #targaryen oc #mom!nyra #dad!harwin #dad!laenor #buckle in babies #we're sweet but we're a dragon

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Fleurmione: A Femslash February Rec List

What better way to celebrate Femslash February than with a rec list?? I've been meaning to do rec lists dedicated to specific ships (that aren't Snarry) and what better place to start than with Fleurmione?

They are probably my favorite femslash ship. The Brain and the Beauty; at least, that's how people see them. Hermione is little more than her ability to regurgitate facts. Fleur is little more than a pretty face. Both are, in reality, much more than that. They are loyal, strong, brave, fierce, and skilled. Two passionate, competent ladies who would make such a great team, and such a great couple. So here are 9 of my favorite Fleurmion fics for you to enjoy!

Death, Birds, and Marriage

by Mushroom_grey_scale. Rated T. 2k. POV Second person. Death. Introspection. Modern AU. Happy ending.

Everyone deals with death in a different way. The loss of a loved one, a pet, or an acquaintance. No matter who you are, it is impossible to live without having met death at least once.

Or four times Hermione has come across dead birds in her path and one time she didn't.

Français

by not_here_leave_a_message. Rated T. 4k. Humor & fluff. Really cute.

Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French.

...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!

Cruel Intentions

by Perpetual_Nonsense. Rated E. 207k. Drama & romance.

Fleur Delacour is a seductive, manipulative heiress who gets what she wants when she wants it. Bored with her life, she decides she needs a challenge and sets her sights on Hermione Granger, the golden girl, during the Triwizard Tournament. She plans to take Hermione's virginity by the third task; Hermione has other plans.

What Else is There?

by Perpetual_Nonsense. Rated T. 11k. AU. Fluff & humor.

Queen Apolline and Queen Minerva come up with a scheme to join their kingdoms. The plan is simple. Introduce their daughters and have them spend every summer together until they fall in love. Unfortunately, Fleur and Hermione don't quite agree with that plan.

In the Depths

by Semjaza. Rated E. 4k. Rape/non-con. Horror. Nightmares. Veela lore. Omegaverse-ish.

Hermione's lover goes home for the solstice celebrations and returns... different.

a hero's song, a lover's lament

by soshy. Rated G. 700. 2nd person POV. Ancient Greek AU.

Hermione leaves to fight a war. Fleur lets her go reluctantly.

Naming Conventions

by Sylvesha. Rated M. 7k. Muggle AU. Coffee shops.

Fleur is a barista, Hermione is a new student in the area. They end up discovering they're both into algebra, kissing and black coffee.

Let's hurt tonight (If love is pain)

by Twot. Rated M. 9k. Angst. Soulmates. MCD.

When she was younger, Fleur actively searched for her soulmate. She craved for the one that would make her heart beat wild, but her soul feel calm.Her understanding of how sick the concept of soulmates was started with Gabrielle.

What You Don't Know

by zerozerozero. Rated M. 108k. F-preg. Unplanned pregnancy. Romance.

Everyone has a weird gap in their knowledge. Unfortunately for her, Hermione's coincides with a mistake that could have huge consequences. She's known as the Brightest Witch of Her Age, but there are some things she has just never come across. Try explaining that to an enraged Veela...

#danpuff recs #fleurmione #femslash #wlw #femslash february

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vivaresmala · 2 years

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Name: Duncan 'Ignitus' Phato

Voice Actor: Hiro Shimono (JP)

Nickname/s: Dunc, Prince Ignitus (official title)

Twisted from: Merida (Brave)

Gender & pronouns: Male,he/him

Age: 19

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: 10th December

Star sign: Saggitarius

Hair colour: Fire Red

Eye colour: caramel brown and sky blue

Height:186 cm

Distinguishing feature/s: freckles, heterocromia,

Homeland: Woven fog Islands

Family:

-Queen Brigida (mother)

-King Grifin (father)

-Yrse, Mishka, Urse (little siblings, all 10 years old)

Personality: A rebellious prince with a fierce personality, Duncan seems to have a talent for causing trouble without meaning to. He is very outgoing and loyal to his friends, although he does have trouble showing his affection at times and he may argue with them over tiny things since he's very hot-headed. He can also be reckless in his pursuit for adventures, he still is protective over his friends and prefers to risk alone.

Affiliation: RSA

Occupation: Student, Heir to the throne

Dorm: TBA

Grade: 2nd year

Best subject: Ancient curses

Club: TBA

Favorite food: Tarts

Likes: Horseriding, practising with his bow, hearing myths/legends

Dislikes: strict and snobby people

Hobbies: hunting

Habits: eating his nails when distracted

Alignment : Chaotic good

Talents: wood carving

Trivia:

•Although Duncan he's a prince, he hates being called by any nobility titles

•He has tons of books about hexes and counter spells, including a few about magical creatures around Twisted Wonderland

•Despite seeming uninterested in classes, he never misses one

•Is very fond of bears , there are many in the wild forests in his homeland

•He a,so loves wearing synthetic furs

•Duncan knows everything about etiquette, though he never uses it

• His biw is a gift from his father, and if you take a closer look you'll find intricate decorations

•He knows how to carve wood bpth from learning from his mentor and the sewing skills he learned from his mother

•Hasn't discovered his Unique Magic yet

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst original character #oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted oc #rsa oc #royal sword academy

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nieithryn · 1 month

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Favorite Wild Space Quotes About/By Bail Organa - PART I

Exactly as it says on the tin. Some of these quotes may get lil metas/expanded Thoughts later, because I have been screaming about this novel and Bail & Obi-Wan in particular, but I also just wanna share some beautiful quotes from this beautiful novel by Karen Miller. This is QUITE long, and will probably get SO many extra parts, but I want these for references, because Bail deserves SO MUCH love and is my current brainrot, to be honest.

These are just from the first 13 chapters....absolutely brilliant, Karen Miller wrote this book excellently.

Padmé turned at the sound of Bail Organa’s voice. He was pushing his way toward her through the crowded corridor, collecting stares and rude comments, which he ignored.

“With respect, sir, you’re mistaken. If I have regrets, it’s that we’ve been forced into this war. That in creating our Grand Army of the Republic we’ve turned our backs on a thousand years of peace. On all the Senators who came before us and preserved that peace by steadfastly refusing to give in to their fears."

“Oh yes,” said Palpatine drily. “What a useful recommendation for my candidacy. Likes to drive dangerous machines very fast.” “Well, if you do, Supreme Chancellor, you’re not alone,” said Bail. “I’ve been known to break a speed limit myself, once or twice.”

And what of this lump of a Senator, this dull, worthy Bail? He’s married, but his barren wife remains distant on Alderaan. He’s an honorable dolt; he would never betray her. Yet he has feelings for Naboo’s brave little former Queen. Respect and admiration are a dangerous mix. These Senators work closely together, and that can make for fertile ground.

“We don’t have a choice, Padmé,” said Organa. He was still holding her hand. Realizing that, she pulled herself free. “You like this idea? You’re comfortable with it?” “Of course not. I hate it,” he said fiercely. And then he pointed through the trans-shield. “But I hate that more. It’s the lesser of two evils, Senator. Just like the formation of the Republic’s Grand Army, or making deals with the Hutts. It’s the lesser of two evils … and to save lives, we’ll have to live with it.”

Weary beyond even groaning aloud, Bail Organa returned from the Senate to the empty solace of his apartment. Voiceprint and a retinal scan verified his identity: the outer door slid open, and as he stepped across the threshold into the apartment’s foyer the lighting came on.

Bail felt his heart thud, looking at her beautiful hologram face. “Don’t worry, B, nothing’s wrong,” she said, her image flickering, losing its cohesion. Ion storms somewhere between Alderaan and Coruscant; they always played havoc with galactic communications. “I just wanted you to know I’m thinking of you. I was watching the HoloNet feed from the Senate. You look tired. Are you getting enough sleep? I’ll bet you’re not. Go to bed, hotshot. I’ll try to catch you tomorrow.”

Why was it they were the only two members of the Security Committee who seemed capable of reaching a decision quickly? The rest of the committee appeared paralyzed. The whole kriffing Senate was paralyzed, as though the Separatists’ success had infected the entire government with inertia.

I’ve a good mind to leave them to their whining and fly home to Breha.

Glass in hand, brandy-warmth lingering, he set the bottle on a side table and sank into his favorite chair. He wanted to call Breha, to lose himself in her soft voice and heal his hurts with her smile. But it was mid-morning on Alderaan and she’d be in the Legislate, taking care of their people. Without her, he could never have remained on Coruscant. The welfare of Alderaan was cradled in her hands. And the welfare of the Republic is cradled in mine.

Something’s scared him. Something big. Which hardly left her feeling sanguine. Bail Organa was a courageous, capable man. If he was unsettled—and he was unsettled, she’d seen the turmoil in his eyes—then it could only mean more trouble for Coruscant. Or for somewhere else in the Republic.

“Forgive me,” Bail said upon his arrival. “I didn’t know where else to turn.” As always, he presented an immaculate face to the world. Perfectly groomed, conservatively attired, elegance personified. But they’d worked together for a good while now, and she could see beneath his polished surface. She hadn’t been mistaken about him during their brief vidcom conversation: he was alarmed.

As though sitting was intolerable, he pushed to his feet and began to roam between the sofa and the window. “Of course, it’s possible the Jedi already know about this. But if they don’t—if they are in danger and don’t realize it—” He pressed a fist against his lips, as though fighting to hold back an intemperate outburst. It was so unlike him, such an outward expression of an inner agitation. “Padmé,” he said, and swung about to face her. “Have you ever heard of the Sith?”

"He’s a good man, Obi-Wan. He loves the Republic. He works as hard as any Jedi to see it kept safe.” There was the faintest derision in Obi-Wan’s clear blue eyes. “He’s a politician, Padmé.”

“But for what little it’s worth, Obi-Wan … I do know him well enough to promise he doesn’t scare easily. And he’s not a gullible fool, either, to fall for any old story.”

Organa’s brief smile was grim. “It was handled at the highest diplomatic levels, with the utmost discretion. If the details had leaked, we’d still be mopping up the political fallout today.” Really? Well, that certainly confirmed what the Jedi knew of Organa’s credentials and influence.

“These are dark times, it’s true, but some friends remain friends until the end. I believe Bail is one of them.”

Extraordinary. “You are taking an amazing leap of faith, Senator. And now you’re asking me to leap with you.” “Don’t you think I know that?” Organa demanded. “But given what they know, what they’ve managed to learn, is it any wonder they guard their identities so jealously? Is it fair to blame them for protecting themselves the only way they know how?” No, it wasn’t fair. And there was nothing but truth in Bail Organa’s passionate defense of them. Alderaan’s Senator believed every word he said. But was that enough?

“Calm down?” he echoed. “No. I’m angry, Padmé. Why aren’t you? What else is going on that they haven’t told us? What do they know that you and I should know, as representatives of the people and members of the Security Committee? That Palpatine should know, as the Republic’s duly elected Supreme Chancellor? Don’t you see what’s happening here? As hard as it may be to believe, the Jedi have placed themselves above the rule of law.”

He was so tall, so imposing, and she was so small in contrast. But only physically.

He looked down at her, clearly torn between resentment and contrition. “How is it you contrive to put me in the wrong when I know I have a legitimate grievance?” She smiled at him, fleeting mischief banishing the last of her temper. “It’s a gift.” “Ha,” he said, his anger evaporating. “One woman’s gift is another man’s curse.” He shrugged. “What can I say, Padmé? I’m afraid.” “If it helps,” she said, her eyes full of sympathy, “you’re not the only one.”

Organa turned. “Master Kenobi.” His expression shifted from warm apology to a cooler, more distant regret. “Forgive me. I was intemperate. And I should heed my own advice. Only by working together—trusting each other—can we hope to win this war. The Jedi may have their own way of doing things, often difficult to fathom by outsiders, but nobody is making a greater sacrifice for the Republic. I know that.”

Tell me again why I wanted to be a Senator? It was approaching midnight before he finally escaped. Exhausted, punch-drunk, he almost staggered through his front door. Too tired even for the restorative consolation of Corellian brandy, he bumped his way to the bedroom and fell face-first across the bed. Even his capillaries were aching.

“Sit down.” Obi-Wan stared at him. The man is distraught, exhausted, and a senior government official. Master Yoda needs no more trouble tonight. He sat, very slowly. “Senator.” Organa pressed his palms flat to his face. Took a deep, shuddering breath. Exhaled it sharply. “I’m sorry, Master Kenobi,” he said, his voice muffled, then lowered his hands. “That was uncalled for. Tell me, what were you able to find out about Zigoola?”

“Really,” Obi-Wan said, letting a little of his impatience show. “In the event that I become incapacitated, are you saying you can strip down a malfunctioning hyperdrive unit, correctly identify the problem, replace its faulty components, or improvise new ones, and reassemble it to full performance capacity?” Organa grinned. “A standard LT-five unit? Yes. Did it last week, as a matter of fact. It’s good relaxation, and I like to keep my hand in. Timed myself, just for the fun of it. Thirty-eight minutes. How about you?” Thirty-eight minutes? That was three minutes faster than his own best time. How aggravating. “I am mechanically proficient.”

Organa folded his arms, his expression settling into stubborn lines. “I already believe you. But my life is sworn to the safeguarding of this Republic, just like yours. I’ve got as much right to risk myself as you do. If anything, it’s my duty to pursue this matter.”

“Well?” said Organa, strolling into the living area. “Do I pack myself a spare shirt, or don’t I?” His tone was amused, his manner unconcerned—at least on the surface. Beneath it, however, trepidation and doubt churned.

“Breha is not the public,” said Organa, his voice chilling. “She’s the head of the Alderaan government. And it’s her cousin who’s died. They grew up together. They’re more like brother and sister. I don’t want her finding out from a HoloNet news bulletin or in some impersonal Senate communiqué. I want her to hear it from me.” Obi-Wan looked at Organa, torn between bemusement and irritation. “Since you’re clearly determined to tell her, Senator, I don’t see why you’re bothering to ask my opinion.” “Neither do I,” said Organa, and linked through to his wife.

Organa frowned. “Okay. So is this how it’s going to be? Me making sensible suggestions, and you kicking against them just because you can? Master Kenobi, I’m bored already. Take the kriffing drugs.”

#ch: Darker Days Are Coming (Bail Organa)#Reference: Bail Organa #Wild Space Quotes #Prince Among Men (Obi-Wan)#padme tag

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(What Redra Bit was doing)

==FGO LB6 SPOILER WARNING==

2021/8/6 Off Camera. (Kinoko)

I run. I run. I'm shocked at my vigor, even as the world crumbles all around me.

"Take care of the Prophesied Child, _ . Protect her at all times. And, if you would, tell me at the end of each day how her journey has been. I can't join you, given my position… But if anything happens, I'd like to at least be there with you in spirit."

I was proud to do it, at first. But over time, I began to vaguely understand the consequence of her request. Still, I kept sending the reports, and was ordered to avoid joining the battlefield. Then…

One day, while I was far away at Oxford, I saw flames rising over Londinium.

"Ahhhh…" There was nothing I could do to atone. I wasn't responsible to begin with. The queen's army might really have attacked. That's what I told myself.

"If only we had a chance to teach Londinium its place!" "The Round Table Liberation Army? Please! As if those defects from the factory could ever stand beside us, the chosen humans!"

Try as I might, I couldn't forget the voices of the humans in Salisbury, nor those of the fairies egging them on.

When I saw the embers of Londinium, my hind legs went numb. I would never run freely again. Silently, I accepted that fact.

To begin with, the state of the Fairydom was too difficult for me. I should have been born in a world where I could exercise my talents, more purely, as I pleased. A life without words, without prejudice, without conflict. I wished I had been a creature of the wild, racing through the meadows. Dashing, like the wind. Galloping, like a beast. That was all I ever wanted. But that humble goal was dashed to cinders, when I saw the fire.

Yet, I gained one last chance. They told me it was do or die, so I trampled the earth with all my might. It hurt. My flesh and spirit screamed at me, "what's the point after all this?" I had no words to give. I didn't deserve to mourn that brave, gallant girl knight. All I could do was smile bitterly. There wasn't a point. If there was no point, then all I had to think about was what to do next.

I ran, and ran. The pain was fierce. But so was my joy. While the world crumbled around me, I was freer then I'd ever been in my life.

A faehorse's life is over if it breaks a leg. The pain was so intense it tore my soul apart. For a day and a half, I pulled that carriage like there was no tomorrow. I knew my legs would give out soon, anyway. I turned my pain into joy, and ran. I ran, just to deliver them to the coast. I ran, not to hide hope, but to create it. No matter how corrupt it was, this world had given birth to me, raised me, and taught me joy. I sprinted across the land of Britain I so loved.

When the carriage collapsed, I cut loose the harness and dashed for the woods, alone. As I ran, I could hear my body being mangled. What a blessing this is! What grace I was given! To be happy, until my final moment.

To be like the wind, until the very end.

The horse we needed but didn’t deserve

#Redra Bit was a good boy

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 7 months

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💌

I love how you're true to yourself. You're stubborn (affectionate) and driven and strong, with well grounded morals, and you will stand up for them, which takes a great deal of courage.

I love how you follow your passions and live your life the way you want to live it. Which isn't as self-evident to a lot of people either.

And I love how caring and considerate you are to those close to you.

I think that you're one of those people who are honest, and mean exactly what you say, while striving to be polite. But you don't take BS either 😤

#Ask game #Wild the brave and the fierce queen #lovely mutuals

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lagoonalake · 3 months

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P1HARMONY IDEAL TYPE

THEO

Personality: 3 of cups, 6 of cups, 5 of swords

He wants to be friends first with his partner, he might want to start the relationship platonically so he can bond on a deeper level with his partner, not just based on attraction, but true intimacy, understanding and friendship. He wants an emotional connection with his person, someone who has a lot of depth, caring and sensitive, someone who would keep his secrets. Someone connected to their inner child, who reminds him of home, of the past. He wants someone who he can be comfortable with, who can share activities with him, who has similar interests. He also wants an intellectual connection, someone who is interesting, intelligent, he wants to have heated debates with his partner. He wouldn’t mind if the person has different opinions from him, he enjoys the mental challenge. All water signs, especially cancer and pisces, aquarius, gemini

Appearance: 6 of swords, queen of swords, 10 of swords

More than looks, it’s the personality of the person that matters the most. He would like someone who seems intelligent, that he would be able to tell has a lot going on in their mind. He could like the intellectual style. Someone who looks like they have a high education. Could also like someone who looks like they went through a lot in life, who seems more mature or is a bit of an overthinker and it shows on their face. Someone who is well spoken, eloquent, charismatic and charming. Could like a foreigner or someone who speaks a lot of languages. gemini, aquarius, virgo, mercury

Turn offs: 4 of wands, the empress, the hierophant

Someone too conventional, the idea of marriage itself, codependency, someone too traditional, passive, someone that everyone finds beautiful (he finds it a bit boring XD), someone trapped in the structure, in their environment, family, people who are too cuddly, touchy, PDAs (he is much more interested in the mental and emotional connection). taurus, libra, virgo

KEEHO

Personality: page of coins, 8 of cups, 7 of coins

He may prefer someone outside of the kpop industry. A simple type of person, humble, who he can have a rather simple life with. Someone who may have been in the industry before but stepped out of it (this is very similar vibe to Felix’s ideal type). Someone who was brave enough to step out of their comfort zone/the easy way in order to grow and find something healthier, better for themselves and that matches their beliefs more. Someone with emotional depth who has worked on themselves. Someone observant, patient, who could be interested in slow life, more alternative lifestyle. Someone interested in environmental issues. Someone close to nature and animals. A healthy, fresh, positive person. He wouldn’t mind if it’d take a while for this person to let him in as he values caution in relationships too. virgo, saturn, pisces, aquarius, scorpio

Appearance: knight of wands, judgement, 6 of cups

Someone who would make a strong impression on him. Big presence. Looks a bit wild, who enjoys the outdoors, athletic, strong, full of energy, short height, youthful round face, cute and fierce at the same time, the color red, orange, fiery looks, messy hair, grunge style or more simple outdoorsy practical style. Bigger striking features, full cheeks. Louder voice, big laugh, very straightforward, honest eyes. Joyful. sagittarius, mars, aries, cancer

Turn offs: the devil, king of swords, the magician

Manipulators, I feel like he may not like a lot of people in the industry (the people pleaser vibe is a big turn off for him), someone in power who he is obligated to please, this could be a specific energy, un anwanted attention in his life. Someone detached, calculating, pulling all the strings, someone who could be into business, who is very ambitious. Someone who is addicted to substances, someone trapped in their environment. air signs, especially gemini, capricorn, scorpio

JIUNG

Personality: 6 of swords, ace of cups, 2 of wands

Someone different, he wants to discover something new. He wants to connect on a raw emotional level. So he wants someone deep, spontaneous and adventurous, who has intense feelings. Someone he’ll have a strong chemistry with. Someone not necessarily too serious, he doesn’t want something long term for now. The kind of person that he can have a moment with and it’ll be intense and fun, passionate and unforgettable. Someone who lives in the present moment, wants to experience life at its fullest. Someone who is always in motion, stimulating, interesting, active, lively sort of energy. Someone who follows their heart. aries, sagittarius, pisces, aquarius, gemini

Appearance: queen of swords, temperance, knight of cups

Someone sophisticated, elegant, who could look a bit cold or unattainable at first sight, with balanced, well designed, refined, symmetrical features. Sculptural, slender, flexible body, could like a very artistic, ornated style, lots of accessories, elaborate make up and jewelry, someone into fashion. Someone who has a romantic, seductive look, intense eyes even though the rest of the demeanor is very calm, a siren sort of look. The color blue, turquoise, green. The color of the sea. A clear voice. libra, scorpio, pisces

Turn offs: queen of cups, 8 of cups, the star

Someone who gets attached, clingy, possessive, too lovey dovey, too much of a homebody, someone who wants to go too deep in the relationship, someone who invasive, who tries to understand him too deeply or asks him too many private questions when he doesn’t want something that deep, someone who acts like his therapist or his mom, someone oversensitive, dramatic, someone who is a bit delusional and thinks they have chance with him. He really doesn’t want anything too serious or long term, at least for now. cancer, pisces, scorpio, neptune, pluto

INTAK

Personality: 8 of pentacles, strength, temperance

Someone talented at what they do, very hard working and a perfectionist, he likes to see someone dedicated to their task and passion. Someone disciplined, who always delivers. Someone very patient, mature, meditative, relaxed even in stressful situation. Very level headed. Someone he would admire and respect. An artist, could be a dancer and someone crafty, creative, inspiring. Could be someone who is into sport too, like yoga, martial art, or ballet, something that requires a lot of dedication and patience. Someone who has an eye for detail. Someone who is quite dignified and proud. virgo, leo, libra, capricorn, taurus

Appearance: the wheel of fortune, high priestess, 3 of wands

Someone who would make a strong impression on him, that the moment he’d see them, he’d know, someone who he’d stare at across the room and feel the fated connection, someone with a hypnotic presence, reserved, quiet but powerful energy. Eyes could be dark, shining brightly, would lure him in, seductive but not too revealing, leaving things to the imagination. Could like a strong, flexible body, could like a dancer. Artsy style, “exotic”, sleek, clean, sophisticated, long limbs. Dark blue, black, silver, diamonds. Deep low voice. virgo, scorpio, pisces

Turn offs: the moon, the hermit, queen of swords

He is kind of turned off by what he is attracted to, which is pretty common, the dark side of his type. Someone who is too secretive, who lacks clarity, is too vague, who doesn’t want to put a label on the relationship, someone who makes him wait too long, is such a loner and has so many barriers that they are impossible to approach, someone who seems too distant, unattainable, lost in their own world, someone too shy, too remote, who never talks, uptight, who seems annoyed by his presence. Someone cold, detached, emotionally unavailable. negative virgo, pisces, capricorn, saturn

SOUL

Personality: 3 of swords, judgement, 4 of pentacles

He tends to be attracted to or attract partners who are very possessive, people who are a bit insecure, have abandonment issues and become very jealous. The type that isn’t able to trust him and would check his phone to see if there is anything suspicious in it. People who could spy on him, or even if they wouldn’t go that far, people who just aren’t able to trust him. People who have a very intense energy and are all or nothing, who kinda imagine a new life with him, wants to change his life completely and may even become a bit bossy and controlling. There could be a reason he attracts people like this, maybe he makes false promises but in the end he may not seem too invested. scorpio, capricorn, cancer, pluto

Appearance: king of wands, knight of wands, 6 of wands

Very loud sort of appearance, someone who is very proud or their looks and not afraid to show off, revealing outfits, dramatic fashion, flashy bright colors, just very visible. Someone who has an expressive body language, could be an athlete or have an impressive physique, features that really stand out, bigger features, wider mouth/nose, fierce eyes, very good posture, prominent chest, tall, or even if not tall, really commanding presence. Speaks loudly, resonant voice. Charismatic. Popular. Visibly successful. leo, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: 10 of pentacles, king of cups, 8 of swords

He’s not interested in something long term, so someone who is all about commitment, making plans for the future, settling down, someone a bit boring, who follows the same routine. Having to meet his partner’s family, becoming a constant in someone’s life and vice versa. Someone very intuitive and who sees through bs, someone who could read him, see the vulnerable side of him, someone very emotionally intelligent and mature. He also doesn’t want to have to deal with the insecurity of the people he deliberately picks, even though it’s something that he is (subconsciously?) drawn to. scorpio, cancer, taurus, virgo

JONGSEOB

Personality: 2 of wands, 10 of cups, the tower

Someone quite explosive and passionate, but who is also very loyal and committed. He wants intimacy and passion in his relationships. He is the type who likes to do a lot of things with his partner, he wants the two of them to function as a team, to work together even. There could be a bit of idealism and codependency in his relationships. Could be someone who wants to move too fast (both his partner and him), but in reality they are not ready yet and everything fall apart. And he could be the type to be on and off with the same person, someone intense that he loves a lot, with very high highs and very low lows. Very transformative relationship and partner. Enterprising, artistic partner, could be a musician, a creator. Very passionate about their art, a bit obsessive. scorpio, pluto, aries, cancer, pisces

Appearance: page of cups, 2 of swords, 5 of cups

Darker colors, black hair, darker or tanned skin. Someone a bit melancholic, with soft, full features, full lips. Innocence but at the same time that touch of gothic. The color white and blue. He’s not that picky with looks, but he has a type. Dreamy artist. Wavy or curly hair. Round face. cancer, scorpio, capricorn, pisces

Turn offs: 6 of wands, 5 of wands, 10 of wands

People who are too competitive, aggressive, fierce, attention seeker, someone who is never calm or quiet, always in movement, cannot sit still, always a bit angry or annoyed, hot headed, always trying to provoke or dominate others, to prove that they are the best, the number one, people who are full of themselves, people who are exhausting, loud and invasive. negative mars, all fire signs especially aries and leo

#p1harmony #p1harmony tarot #p1harmony ideal type #theo #keeho #jiung #intak #soul #jongseob #kpop #kpop tarot #kpop ideal type

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poetic-emptiness-fanfic · 1 year

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Harriet Kaski

Fierce woman caught in the middle of a conspiracy in 1940s Los Angeles (LA Noire OC).

Full name: Harriet Loviisa Kaski

Name meaning: Home ruler (Harriet), Renowned warrior (Loviisa, Finnish version of name Louise), An area of a forest reserved for slash-and-burn agriculture (Kaski)

Nicknames: Hattie, Ettie, Hertta (by family and friends with Finnish background), Tuittu (by soldiers and fellow lottas during Continuation War), Nightingale (by Stefan Bekowsky), Hetty (Jack Kelso)

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 29 (in 1947)

Birthday/Zodiac: May 5th 1918 (Taurus)

Height: 5′4′’-5′5′’ / 164 cm

MBTI: ENFJ (I just give up with this, apparently I keep creating same personality type no matter what is different with them xD)

Sexuality: polyamorous demisexual

Favourite colour: Teal & yellow

Likes: reading, accountability, her family & friends, trains, dancing, singing, corvids

Dislikes: misogyny and its affects on her, showing weakness (herself), dishonesty, arrogance, Roy Earle

Major Arcana: The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT: pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives

REVERSED: delays, resistance, stalling, indecision

Minor Arcana: Queen of Wands

UPRIGHT: courage, independence, social butterfly, determination

REVERSED: self-respect, self-confidence, introverted, re-establish sense of self

Family:

Johannes Kaski (father, alive), relationship: close

Elina Kaski, née Nurmi, prev. Gren (mother, alive), relationship: close

Olavi Kaski (older brother, alive), relationship: very close

Laura Gaines, née Kaski (younger sister, alive), relationship: close

Frans Nurmi, prev. Gren (maternal grandfather, alive), relationship: before strained, nowadays respectful

Matilda Nurmi, prev. Gren, née Salakari (maternal grandmother, alive), relationship: before strained, nowadays respectful

Tuomas Nurmi, prev. Gren (maternal uncle, alive), relationship: close

Otto Kaski (paternal grandfather, deceased), relationship: before distant, nowadays familiar

Loviisa Kaski, née Haapalainen (paternal grandmother, alive), relationship: before distant, nowadays familiar

Onni Kaski (paternal uncle, alive), relationship: before distant, nowadays familiar

Väinö Kaski (paternal uncle, alive), relationship: before distant, nowadays familiar

Saima Vehkalahti, née Kaski (paternal aunt, alive), relationship: before distant, nowadays familiar

Friends:

Walter Pesonen (created by @katinlieko): childhood neighbours and Harriet’s first friend (since they were infants), they are very close even as adults

Esther Pesonen (created by @katinlieko): childhood neighbours and pals (Harriet sees her as an extra little sister), as adults they become very close friends

Harold Caldwell: classmates since 1st grade, become friends during elementary school with friendly rivalry and stay close ever since

Hank Merrill: classmates since 1st grade, become actual friends during middle school, relationship is very close until 1939

Ralph Dunn: Walter’s classmate, Harriet befriends her during middle school when she becomes regular part of Walter’s friend group, don’t keep contact with each other after high school, but they find each other after WW2 and become close friends

Stefan Bekowsky: meets him at a dance hall when she’s there with her siblings to celebrate the ending of Continuation War, they see each other later on several occasions and start to hang out, become close friends in time

Elsa Lichtmann: meets her by chance at LA Public Library after returning from Finland, they get to know each other and become close friends

Lou Buchwalter: gets acquainted with him through Elsa, close friends afterwards

Sarah Harding (created by me): workmate and later a friend

Ada Robbins (created by me): workmate and later a friend

Personality: Extrovert, outspoken, hotblooded, lively, patient (except when “dealing with idiots”), hard-working and passionate. Harriet has always been rather wild “for a girl” according to standards of the time. She is brave, and as a child she wanted to do things that were considered being for the boys, like climbing trees, playing football and using slingshot. Enthusiastic and curious, Harriet enjoys new experiences and loves reading everything she gets her hands on. Enjoys singing and dancing, and is talented in both.

Harriet’s sense of duty and justice are strong, and she isn’t afraid of speaking up or acting if she thinks something is wrong. Harriet is outgoing even as an adult, but becomes more reserved after her experiences at war. Despite of her fiery nature, Harriet is very kind and has a tender side, that she shows especially if she finds someone worthy of it (aka you’re not an asshole). Harriet stays calm even in dire situations, is extremely resourceful and has impeccable survival skills, especially after her years in Finland. She is also loyal and will do anything to protect her loved ones and fight for what is right in her opinion.

Appearance: Bodytype pear/A. Oval-shaped face. Almond-shaped, dark blue eyes. Long, straight, blonde hair. Always does some kind of hairdo, except when she’s at home alone. Wears light makeup at work and when going out.

Harriet’s skin tone is fair with neutral undertones. She tans rather easily, but needs to be careful to avoid sunburns. Harriet has a button nose. She has “resting bitch face”, but smiles quite often. Her walking style is rather determined, and she almost looks like she’s marching - sure way to have people making way to her despite of her gender. xD

History:

Harriet is the middle child of Finnish immigrant parents (originated from North Ostrobothnia) and the first member of her family who was born in United States. Her father, Johannes, is a carpenter, and her mother, Elina, is an elementary school teacher. Their marriage is nonconformist; Elina is the daughter of an influental businessman, but still wanted to marry a man from lower social class, who on top of that is the youngest son of his parents. Elina’s parents were against the marriage, but Elina didn’t give in and said the wedding will happen, with or without their blessing. Despite the rebellous background of their love story, Johannes’ and Elina’s marriage is a happy one.

Harriet’s parents decided to leave Finland in 1914, when they grew tired of Russification of Finland, with their 2-year-old son, Olavi. Like many fellow Finns at the time, they started a long journey to the land of promises, United States of America, in hopes of getting a better future there. During their travels they met and befriended another married couple, Harry and Edith Pesonen, who originated from North Karelia. Once the group got to the United States, unlike the most Finnish immigrants, they decided to try their luck in Los Angeles. Families Kaski and Pesonen became neighbours after Johannes managed to build both of their houses with the help of some volunteers.

Harriet was born four years later in a sauna Johannes had built to his family’s new home. Only help Elina had was her own husband and a midwife. Olavi was overjoyed for getting a little sister, and Harry and Edith Pesonen became Harriet’s godparents. Tho the Spanish flu pandemic casted a shadow on their happiness, to their luck no one from their immediate circle got infected. The Kaski family reached its final form when Olavi and Harriet got a little sister, Laura, in 1920.

Harriet also befriends the children of family Pesonen, Walter and Esther. Thanks to their neighbours, Harriet’s family has a small Finnish community far from home. They all speak Finnish with each other to maintain their skills in it. The family also stays in contact with their relatives in Finland via letters, and Elina’s younger brother, Tuomas, who as an adult takes over their father’s business and expands it outside Europe, is able to visit his sister’s family every now and then. That way Harriet knows at least one of her relatives outside of letters and some photographs.

At school Harriet is a gifted student, one of the tops of her class, thanks to being hard-working and curious child. Sometimes she gets into trouble because of her temper, forthrightness, “improper interests” (meaning activities reserved for boys during the era) and tendency to defend others and herself from bullies, sometimes with her fists. Some teachers hate her for that, but she does too well at school to get into more serious trouble than detentions, and enough teachers love her, so they defend her when they can. Harriet is also very fascinated of Finland and its culture and wants to learn everything about it, whether it is from books in LA Public Library, stories from her parents or things her Finnish relatives send over to them.

Education is very important for Kaski family, especially for Johannes, who wasn’t able to go to school for more than 4 years. He wants his children to have better chances than him and make sure they can educate themselves as much as they want. Unfortunately The Great Depression occurs when Harriet is preteen and it affects her future; her parents don’t lose their jobs, but money they were saving for the upper education for their daughters go up with smoke during that time to keep the family fed and clothed. Olavi is so much older than his siblings that the depression doesn’t affect to his education. Harriet must give up for her dreams to become a historian, and settles for becoming a secretary after high school, due to her being skillfull at typewriting and shorthand.

Harriet’s world changes drastically in 1939; Europe is becoming restless and Soviet Union keeps pressuring Finland into giving up some areas and renting a military base in Hanko, but Finland doesn’t agree. Kaski family fears, that if a war breaks out, small countries like Finland would be caught in the middle. Olavi announces that he wants to travel to Finland and join their army as a volunteer based on his dual nationality - if a war starts in Finland, he wants to help his birth country as much as he can. Harriet, who doesn’t want to be away from her brother, and wants to do something meaningful in her life, decides to join him. She intends to try and join Lotta Svärd organisation. Begrudingly Johannes and Elina let them leave, but talk Laura out of it, so they wouldn’t need to worry about all of their children.

In summer 1939 Harriet and Olavi start their journey to Finland. Olavi starts in the army and Harriet gets accepted to Lotta Svärd (thanks to her dual nationality and speaking Finnish perfectly). They are both nervous, because this is their first time being apart from their family and for Harriet it is her first time in her parents’ home country. Also meeting their relatives the first time either for a long time or ever is an experience for them. Everyone gives them a warm welcome, though, even their maternal grandparents who have in time come to terms with their daughter’s choice of a spouse.

Unfortunately Harriet’s and Olavi’s instincts are right, and Winter War starts on November 30th when Soviet Union attacks Finland. Olavi and Harriet are sent together at the front of Kuhmo along with their draftee and lotta cousins (a couple of their female cousins joined Lotta Svärd too). Harriet works as an air surveillance lotta which is one of the most dangerous jobs a lotta could do during wartime. Instead of leaving Finland after Winter War ends, Harriet and Olavi decide to stay, in order to actually experience the country in time of peace and getting to know their extended family better (plus preparing for possibility of another war).

The peace lasts only for a year, and the Continuation War starts in summer 1941. During the Interim Peace Harriet has trained herself to become a “communications lotta” (can work as a telephone operator, is able to use radio transmitters and - receivers, transcripts messages and reports etc.). Some time after the beginning of the war an officer arrives to Harriet’s post and asks for lotta volunteers to join his group close to the front. Harriet volunteers herself and ends up working at a top secret unit for the rest of the time. During this time she is taught to use a gun (despite of Lotta Svärd rule to not allow lottas to carry arms), because even lottas in that unit would be in danger. Unlike in Winter War, Finland didn’t send men from the same town to same divisions during Continuation War, so Harriet gets separated from Olavi and doesn’t see him for 1,5 years.

Harriet’s war ends after three long years when she hears that her brother has been seriously wounded during the Battle of Tali-Ihantala. She resigns from Lotta Svärd and travels to a war hospital where Olavi is being kept. She stays at his bedside for a few agonising days before to her relief she learns her brother will survive. Olavi has lost his left eye, so he won’t be sent to the front anymore, and after he is realeased from the hospital, the siblings decide to take the risk and start a dangerous journey back to their home. By some miracle they manage to get back without any mishaps (Atlantic Ocean was occupied by German submarines so travelling across it was very risky).

Harriet and Olavi arrive back in Los Angeles at the end of August in 1944. Lots of things have changed, themselves included. Some of their friends have joined the USA’s war efforts in Pacific theatre, so even though Harriet doesn’t need to fear for her life anymore, she still worries for her loved ones she hasn’t seen in many years. She tries her best to settle back in her birth country, which culture is so much different from Finland’s. After a few months Harriet gets a job as a judicial secretary at Spring Street Courthouse, as a first woman in the courthouse’s history.

When the World War 2 finally ends, and those who survived finally are able to return home, nothing is like it used to be. Trying her best to adjust to her new life and live with her traumas and rekindle the relationships with her friends she hasn’t seen in a long time, Harriet also manages to get to know some new people. In time, she will also cross paths with some detectives of the LAPD, and gets dragged into a mess that may cost her everything she holds dear...

Five facts:

Harriet is trilingual; she learnt Finnish, Swedish and English from birth (her mother is half Finland-Swede, meaning Elina’s other parents’ mother tongue is Swedish)

loves murder and ghost stories, and has been fascinated by them since she was a child

sometimes stands in for her friend Elsa at Blue Room

befriended some crows as a child, and nowadays a whole kin of crows in Harriet’s neighbourhood knows her and gives her presents

is a decent boxer thanks to her brother

#LA Noire #LA Noire OC #Harriet Kaski #introducion #my writing #own work #yeah I've been obsessed of this game for almost 9 months #started as a joke but we ended up creating characters for it with my friend #and we have their freaking life stories figured out and all xD #but yeah #this has been so fun #and I want to introduce my baby in here

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