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Ask game I made in the middle of the night.

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White: send me a meme or tell me a joke

Golden flower: I’ll pour my heart out to you, if you need some comfort I’ll draw you something small and cute

Lavender: random thoughts and questions you have

Cranberry: guess something about me!

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1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒.

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⊹ summary: You are studying the one and only US President John F. Kennedy for your dual-title doctorate at Harvard University in 1963. Upon growing closer to the president, you happen to meet one of his Harvard friends, Coriolanus Snow, who is campaigning for the 1964 Election. You're both brought closer as time passes, and your life changes forever. As the 1964 Election continues and political tensions escalate, you come together. With the help of you, the Kennedys, and his charming wit and cleverness, Coriolanus Snow ends up with all he's ever wanted. However, the ever-growing Women's Revolution puts everything and everyone at risk. What Coriolanus doesn't know is that politics is all a game-

But there are worse games to play.

⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ word count: 269 (not including quote.) ⊹ author’s note: eeeee here's the prologue! I'm so excited to share this idea with you all. it was just a random fic idea I had and I didn't think it would snowball in my imagination the way it did, yet here we are lol. please be sure to check out the soundtrack and if you want to be tagged with every chapter, please fill out the form. I have both the soundtrack and taglist form below for you to click. much love!! ♡

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౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ.

❝And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.❞ — Lana Del Rey, Spoken Monologue, National Anthem

“Go on, sweetheart,” Coriolanus mumbles, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Wave to the people. They love it, they love you.”

You stare at Coriolanus for a moment in absolute awe as he basks in the glow of attention from the crowd. At this moment, he’s electric and powerful. You couldn’t be more proud of him for it. The two of you are in a brightly colored motorcade, slowly cruising through downtown Boston in celebration. Your husband effortlessly smiles in glory, his eyes twinkling in unbridled emotion- a rare sight to see from him. Coriolanus has his moments, but not like this. His blue eyes are usually cold, distant, and emotionless unless looking directly at you. Despite the lack of obvious light, you can still see it. It’s one thing Coriolanus admires about you; that you can see past his demeanor. The last time you remember him looking so full of pride, though, was the day you married one another.

It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that he succeeded at this- and you succeeded at this, too. Perhaps even harder to grasp that millions of people around the world now know your name and care about what you have to say. As Coriolanus said himself, the people love you. Sure, having the people on your side just as they are his matters to you. But at the end of the day, the only thing that matters for certain is if he truly loves you like he loves power. Sometimes you aren’t so sure. Sometimes, he looks at you, and you can’t see a thing.

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Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Request: No.

Warnings: Established relationship.

Word Count: 269

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As soon as Y/N arrives at her and Beomgyu's meeting spot, a little secluded spot beside the river, she breathes a sigh of relief seeing arrived before he did. She places the stuff she brought down on the ground and makes sure the balloons she got are weighed down. 

Grabbing the picnic blanket she lays it out and sets up the food and gifts she bought to celebrate her boyfriend's birthday. Lastly, she pulls out the cake she baked herself and places a candle in the middle of it. 

Y/N didn’t have to wait long before Beomgyu arrived, out of breath as if he had run all the way there. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologizes as he catches his breath.  

“You're not late,” she assures him as she stands up to greet him. Their arms wrap tightly around each other as he brings her in for a hug. “Happy birthday, Jagiya.” 

Beomgyu pulls away and presses a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, my love.” Looking past her, he sees what she’s set up. “You did all this for me?” he asks, smiling from ear to ear. 

Y/N nods. “I was a little worried you would arrive before me, and I wouldn’t be able to set it up for you.” 

“It’s a good thing I was late then,” he grins kissing her once more before leading her over to the blanket. 

Once they’ve sat down, Y/N lights the candle on the cake and picks it up, holding it towards him as she sings happy birthday. 

He continues to smile and blows out the candle once she finishes singing. 

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the incident // shinichiro sano

incidents happen but the guilt that comes with it can eat you alive…

selfship collab

WARNINGS: gn!reader - heavy spoilers on chapter 269 of tokyorev - hurt comfort - extreme feeling of guilt - angst - shin cries, poor bb - cursing - 1,3k words - no beta before i delete this draft help

thank you eris @kxeyas for helping me out with this🥹

Nervously, you paced back and forth in your living room, waiting for any updates from Shinichiro. It had been a few hours since your lover left work in such a rush without saying a word, of course you were worried.

Grandpa Sano called for Shinichiro and the next thing you knew, Shinichiro stormed off and here you were, worried sick and prepared for the worst.

Shinichiro never left like that and the rush he had was enough to let you know it was something urgent. Probably with one of the Sano’s because is there any other reason for grandpa Sano to call? 

You didn’t want it to be true, they had gone through enough and were the sweetest, you’ve grown up around them as Shinichiro’s innocent childhood crush and now his longtime partner. Yet there was this unpleasant feeling in your gut, telling you it might be the worst outcome ever.

The sound of your phone getting a notification caught your attention, hurriedly you opened it, relief washing over you when you saw that it was a text from Shinichiro. Thank god, he was fine.

Opening it, your face dropped, you had celebrated too early. It was a rather short text but it was plenty for you to know how bad it was. Slowly you sat on the couch, feeling tears prick in your eyes as you reread the text.

Manjiro was in a critical condition.

You didn’t even know what to answer, you knew how much he meant to Shinichiro, how much he meant to all of them. He’s just a little kid, you thought, not noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks until one dropped onto your phone, blurring Shin’s message.

“Poor Manjiro…” you whispered, wiping the tears away as you collected yourself, knowing that Shinichiro needed your support more than anyone right now even without knowing the full story.

And almost like grandpa Sano knew you were thinking about this, you’ve got a phone call from him, filling you in on all the details, sounding extremely worried and upset. Who wouldn’t be? Especially after something like that happening to your precious grandson?

-- -- -- -- 

Not much after, you were at their house, a bag filled with some of Shinichiro’s favorite snacks and drinks and a bouquet for them, to wish Manjiro a quick recovery, knowing it was hard on them.

Quietly you walked into the house, guessing Shinichiro was here because grandpa Sano  told you he ran off from the hospital, most likely needing a moment to let it all out. “All because of this stupid– stupid fucking plane!” Shinichiro cursed out, the sound of something being thrown on the ground ego-ing in the house after.

Bingo.

Without saying a word, you walked up to the room, watching how he mumbled a string of curses while stomping on the plane toy he had gifted Manjiro. You would’ve said something but you knew, knew that he needed a moment to let it out, all his emotions. 

“I-If I only hadn’t gotten that stupid thing.” Shinichiro mumbled, voice cracking mid sentence as he broke down in tears, your heart breaking at the sight.

Shinichiro felt guilty, like all of it was his fault, it happened because of the plane he got after all. If he hadn’t gotten it, Manjiro would just be fine and not in the hospital.

“Damn it…” Shinichiro cried, sitting down on the bed, trying to wipe the tears away as they kept coming. “Why? Just why?” he whispered, looking at the destroyed plane on the ground.

“It’s not your fault you know?” you finally spoke, making him look up quickly, his teary eyes meeting with yours, noticing your weak, sorry smile through his blurred sight.

“J-Just how long have you been there?” Shinichiro sniffled, not moving from his spot. “Sorry, just wanted to give you a moment.” you answered, sitting next to him.

“ ‘s okay, don’t apologize.” Shinichiro told you, the tears still rolling down his cheeks as the doctor's words repeated in his head, clenching his fists at the thought.

“Shin baby— they were just kids, it’s not because of your gift.” you reassured him, placing your hand on his wet cheek, locking your eyes with his. “But if I hadn't gotten it, he’d be fine.” Shinichiro fought back and you just shook your head no, gently stroking his cheek.

“You still made him happy when you got it, you made Manjiro happy didn’t you?” you continued, only for him to nod slightly, sighing afterwards.

“But what if?” Shinichiro started and you nodded to show him you were listening, giving him the space to let his thoughts out.. “It’s all ‘cause that stupid fucking thing.” he rambled on, melting into your touch as he continued, letting his tears fall, not afraid to show his vulnerable side to you.

“Shin…” you spoke, breaking the silence in the room. “Hmm?” “It’s okay, it’s not your fault at all, I promise.” you told him in a sweet and caring tone, giving him the reassurance he needed. 

He still felt guilty but in this moment, he needed someone to listen, to be there for him and to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Luckily, you were there with him because if you weren’t, he felt like he might’ve lost it all, like the thoughts telling him that it should’ve been him in the hospital bed, would take over his mind.

“Promise?” Shinichiro asked, in a tone almost like he was begging. “I promise, plus; Manjiro wouldn’t blame you for it either.” you answered, wiping his last few tears away. 

“That kid— Manjiro loved you more than anything Shin…” you smiled weakly, never moving your hands as you shifted closer to him.

“He looks up to you so much, in fact— Manjiro always brags about you, tells me how cool and amazing he thinks you are whenever I’m at your house.” “He wouldn’t tell you that to your face though, it would hurt his pride.” 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… No matter what happens, he wouldn’t hold it against you, so don’t blame yourself for it okay?” you reassured him and he just listened, nodding along.

It wasn’t like you were trying to sweet talk him into feeling better, it was the truth. The thing you thought Shinichiro needed the most right now.

“Manjiro is strong, isn’t he? He’ll be fine.” you continued, smiling when you noticed his eyes light up with a hint of hope.

No matter how hard things were right now, all you could do was pray for the best & be there for him and that was exactly what you were doing.

“I hope so.” Shinichiro finally spoke, letting out a deep sigh of relief, the relief of finally having talked to someone. 

“I know so, he’s your little brother after all.” you tried to crack a joke in hopes of cheering him up, even if it was the slightest bit.

“Yeah— you’re right.” Shinichiro laughed softly, tackling you in a hug after. “I fucking love you.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Thank you so much love.” 

“No need to thank me Shin, it’s the least I could do.” you smiled, running your hands through his hair. 

“Oh and— I called in sick for work tomorrow in your place, they're all worried about you and how you ran off like that.” 

“Thank you— I made quite a scene, didn't I?” Shinichiro asked, facing you again and you shook your head no. “Just don’t worry about that. You did what you had to do.” you answered, softly pecking his lips after, noticing the small smile on his face.

Shinichiro didn’t know how he got so lucky with you but he sure knew that he would treasure every single moment with you. Because with the way he always cared so much for others, he always had someone taking care of him in the end.

Someone he wished to protect forever.

Another Thing Blue Eye Samurai Got Wrong

There were women who fought as fighters and samurai (or more often called as onna-bugeisha or onna-musha) for their clan. They didn't have to hide their femininity. There is a long history of female warriors in Japan that date back to an Empress named Jingū (she ruled from 201 to 269 AD). I bring you two of the greats:

Tomoe Gozen

She was skilled at archery, the sword and the use of the naginata. Tomoe is one of the most feared women because of her cleverness and offensive tactical skills. Her men trusted and respected her. During the Battle of Awazu, she killed the Musashi clan leader. Sadly, there is no more records of her after that. Tomoe is the most known and celebrated of the onna-bugeisha.

Nakano Takeko

Like many samurai of her time, she wore the typical samurai armor but instead chose to wear a red hakama. This red hakama became a symbol of not just her femininity but empowerment. She fought in the Boshin War against Imperialists who wanted the Emperor to rise to power (they eventually won during the Battle of Toba–Fushimi).

Similar to the Kiheitai (or the ad hoc army by the Imperialists), she led the Jōshitai or women's army fighting on the side of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

Nakano was wounded with a rifle shot and rather than allowing her enemies to parade her lifeless body as a trophy, she ordered her sister (also a capable warrior as with her mother. all 3 women fought alongside each other) to cut her head off and burry her head in secret so her enemies would not have a reason to disgrace her. Her head was buried under a pine tree and her beloved naginata was given to a temple.

In Aizu during the Autumn festival, girls parade around the streets wearing a red hakama and a white headband to honor Nakano and the women fighters of the Jōshitai.

Other female fighters include Yamamoto Yae aka "Bakumatsu Joan of Arc" and Hangaku Gozen or Lady Hangaku.

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There is a reason the filmakers of Lady Snowblood (a film Blue Eye Samurai heavily borrows from) didn't chose to disguise Yuki as a man when she enacted her revenge.

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The twins looked like a perfect mix of Beatrice and Rooster. While Nikki was leaning more towards her father, her siblings made sure to mix the dna just right to make everyone wonder who looked more like either parent.

Gavin’s hair was more wavy now, leaning to Beatrice’s chestnut color while Aurora remained a blonde, albeit a bit darker than when she was born. It wasn’t surprising considering Rooster’s mother was a blonde too. Beatrice couldn’t believe she was taking the twins home, finally, and she tried so hard not to cry when she placed them on the little booster seats, right next to Nicole’s.

Shells was kind enough to drive Bea’s jeep to the hospital, she knew her friend was on a pile of nerves and seeing how the brunette just covered her face with both hands to cry a little bit, she did the right thing. Nicole was on Shells’ arms, furrowing her tiny brows when she noticed her mother’s crying, “Mama…” she reaches for Beatrice, and Shells steps closer so she could touch her shoulder.

“Your oldest is worried.”Shells smiles sweetly, then gently rubs Beatrice’s shoulder, “It’s over babes, they are going home now.”

Beatrice nodded, her tears drying as she took a deep breath to regain her composure the best way that she could. She knew Shells was right. It was a moment to celebrate, and she couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her. “I know.” she whispers, ‘I’m just…it’s been a long time coming.”

‘Sure has.”

Bea picked Nicole from Shells, kissing the little girl’s forehead before she placed her on her own seat. The second the toddler was latched, all three of them shared looks. Nicole looked at Gavin who in turn looked back at Aurora and then the two focused on their older sister.

“Baby!” Nicole points, giggling a bit, “Baby!”

“Yep, they are your baby siblings.” Beatrice says, wiping her eyes again and leaning against the car to keep herself together, “Fuck, it is over now.” she says, looking back at Shells who thumbed the car’s keys, waiting for her to drive away, “...thank you for doing this,Shells.”

Shells smiled warmly at Bea, rubbing her upper back,"You're welcome, Bea. I'm here for you, always. Now, ready to go home?”

Beatrice nodded, her heart brimming with gratitude “Yeah,ready.” She climbed into the passenger’s seat, her precious cargo safely secured in the back as Shells sat on the driver’s, turning the jeep on and waiting until the engine purred to life.

“Damn, your car is…” the blonde chuckles, “Like the wife of Rooster’s Bronco.” 

“Hm?”

‘Oh, come on, they even look alike.” she says, slowly driving away from the hospital, “I swear, you two keep being disgustingly cute.”

Beatrice smiles, almost confusedly, she never…well, she never saw her jeep that way, “...well, it is one way of seeing it.” she says as she leans back against the seat, “It does look a little bit like the Bronco.”

“I know, that’s why I said it.” Shells chuckled, paying attention as she drove off, “How are the little ones doing back there?”

"They do look a lot like a little army back there," Shells remarked, casting a fond glance at the rearview mirror. "Rooster's got quite the crew, doesn't he?"

Beatrice chuckled, her gaze still lingering on her children. "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be driving my own little squad home. It's surreal." she pauses, “Well,sort of since you are uh,driving us.”

Shells grinned, her eyes on the road. "You deserve this, Bea. You two have been through shit together, it’s time for some relaxation."

"Yeah," Beatrice agreed, her voice quiet. "I can't wait to see the look on Rooster's face when he sees them all together."

Shells gave her a sly smile. "Speaking of which, did you talk to him?”

Beatrice blinked, then sighed softly, “Well…not in video but we did text each other.” she says, “This deployment is…not giving him a lot of time to talk to me which I understand. He knows that today I was going to bring the twins home though.” Beatrice’s eyes move to the outside,watching as the buildings and trees become a multicolored blur.

The twins in the backseat were peacefully asleep, and Nicole had dozed off after some playful giggles, clearly too tired to pay even more attention to the common surroundings. The Jeep cruised along the familiar route, with Beatrice lost in her thoughts and Shells occasionally glancing over at her friend.

“It’s alright,I wasn’t able to talk to Bob that much either.” Shells shrugs, “It’s all good,babes.”

"Thank you, Shells.” the brunette replies, still smiling, “I just…well,I do wish he was home to see them, you know?”

“I know.”

“But…it’ll be only three months and it’ll go by so fast.”

Shells reached out to give Beatrice's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You got it, babes, besides you can always talk to Mav if you need…I dunno, to know something more maybe? Just think about it this way: the babies are home and you can sleep in peace…also, today is your weekend off, you don’t have to go to the Hard Deck tonight.”

"You're right," Beatrice admitted with a small smile. "Having the babies home is a blessing, and I can't wait to spend time with them. I'll definitely talk to Mav if I have questions.” she says, “I doubt he’d have anything else to share, but he’s Rooster’s uncle, it helps with the familiarity.”

Shells grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she turns the car towards Beatrice’s street. "Exactly, and a good night's sleep also helps. Normally I’d tell you to go out with me, but," and she holds up her hand, “I know you want to spend time with the kiddos, so I’ll leave you be.”

“I appreciate that,Shells, thank you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as she watched the scenery pass by. The twins were nestled snugly in the backseat, sound asleep after their eventful day at the hospital. Aurora had her tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of her brother's blanket, and that was the cutest thing Bea had ever seen.

"They're so peaceful when they're asleep," Beatrice remarked, amazed by her own kids.

She birthed those kids. Like, they came out of her.

Shells glanced at the rearview mirror, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of the sleeping twins. "They really are," she agreed. "It's amazing how much they've grown since I last saw them."

"Yeah, they've changed so much in just a few months," Beatrice said,"I can't believe they're finally home."

"I bet Rooster is going to be over the moon when he sees them," Shells added with a grin.

Beatrice smiled, imagining the joy on her husband's face when he returned from his deployment to find their children at home. "I can't wait to see his reaction. He's been counting down the days until he could hold them again." she says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, “They’ll be…even bigger when he comes back. And they alread are kinda big, you know?”

Shells navigated the Jeep onto Beatrice's street nodding in reply to her friend’s words, “I know, they have that long kid body type.” she chuckles, her blue eyes moving around, “Also, don’t worry about me going home. I can call an Uber.”

“Shells–”

“Don’t you dare.” the blonde cut her off, ‘You don’t have to pay me anything,I can also call aunt Penny to pick me up. She’d love the change of scenery.”the garage door slowly opened and Shells leaned back on the driver’s seat, “I’ll help you with the babies and the dogs, so you can relax for the rest of the night. Good?”

Beatrice couldn't help but be moved by Shells' kindness. She knew her friend had plans for the night but…she was so glad she chose to stay.  

"You're a true friend, Shells," Beatrice said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate your offer, and it would be great to have your help. It's been a long day, and I could use a little break."

Shells flashed a warm smile as she turned off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to assist her friend. "Then it's settled. Let's get these little ones inside, and I'll help you with whatever you need."

“Thank you,Shells.”

The two friends exited the car and opened the backseat to gently retrieve the sleeping twins from their car seats into the stroller to make it easier to go inside. Nicole woke up from her nap and immediately glued herself to Bea’s leg as she pushed it inside, while Shells busied herself in keeping the dogs at bay.

Since the twins were asleep, Beatrice decided to place them in their cribs - finally the nursery had life in it. 

Beatrice carefully placed the twins in their cribs, their tiny hands clutching the edges of the soft blankets. She couldn't help but admire the peaceful expressions on their faces as they continued to dream. Aurora and Gavin, much like Nicole, were unbothered in their sleep and just stayed there, comfortable and warm.

As she watched them sleep, she turned on the baby monitor and checked on her phone to see if everything was alright. Once satisfied, she slowly and carefully made her way out of the room. Eleanor,Jack and Jolene were waiting for her outside, the three dogs curious to meet the new family members but Beatrice just told them to wait a little bit.

Shells looked up from where she was seated with Nicole, “Asleep?”

“Yep.”

“Damn, sometimes I think we should sleep like babies, at least once.” Shells chuckles, “Do you need help with anything else?”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Shells' comment. "Wouldn't that be nice? Just a peaceful nap without a care in the world." She gently stroked Nicole's hair as she waddled up to her. "Actually, there is one thing I could use your help with," Beatrice admitted. "Help me with the laundry? I mean I–"

Shells grinned, always ready to jump into action. "Of course, babes. Is everything settled?”

“Mhm, it’s all separated.”

“Alrighty, I’ll be right back then.”

Beatrice thanked Shells again as she sits down on the couch, exhaling loudly while bringing Nicole to her chest. The little toddler sat on her mother’s stomach, blinking curiously at her when she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, “...it’s over.”Bea whispers to herself, rubbing her face with both hands, “Ohhh my God, it’s finally over.”

The house was filled with the comforting sounds of Shells bustling around in the laundry room, the dogs playing in the backyard, and the twins sleeping soundly in their cribs. It was a rare moment of peace in their busy lives, and Beatrice relished it.

Nicole looked ready to take over the role of the older sister and…she didn’t seem to be too bothered by the new additions to the family. As she looked down at Nicole, who was snuggled against her, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her daughter's head pressed to her heart.

Shells returned from the laundry room with a basket full of freshly folded clothes, she placed the basket on the coffee table and took a seat beside Beatrice. "Laundry's done," she announced. "What can I do to help next?"

Beatrice appreciated Shells' willingness to lend a hand. "Thank you for all your help, Shells. I think we're good for now. I should probably sleep or something.” she says, holding Nicole to her chest, “I am…really tired.”

“That’s fair babes, you want me to lock the door with my spare?’

“Can you?” Bea’s tiredness is taking over, “I’d appreciate it so much.”

Shells nodded with a warm smile, tossing the keys and grabbing them mid air. "Of course, I'll lock up for you. You go get some well-deserved rest.”

Beatrice mustered a grateful smile, her fatigue evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Shells. I appreciate your help more than I can express."

She sputtered while waving her hand. "You don't have to thank me, Bea. Friends are there for each other, and I'm always here for you. Now, go get some rest, and I'll make sure everything's in order."

With a final nod of appreciation, Beatrice headed to her bedroom, her steps heavy with fatigue. She couldn't wait to finally rest, sleep and just…enjoy the fact her kids were home…that is until she heard the knock on the door.

She groans but Shells replies with “Don’t worry,I’ll get it!” she hears the door open followed by Shells clearly unamused tone of “No she’s tired right now, can I help you Miranda?”

Beatrice’s eyes snapped open.

“Not her, God not her, not now.” she groans, burying her face on Nicole’s neck and sighing the cotton flower shampoo on her daughter’s hair, “God,I can’t handle her right now, that woman…is so…weird. Why is she like this?”

Miranda's presence always seemed to come at the most inconvenient times. 

From her bedroom, Beatrice could faintly hear the muffled conversation between Shells and Miranda. Shells' tone remained ‘polite’, but her words were undoubtedly laced with a sense of exasperation. Beatrice wasn't sure what had brought Miranda to her doorstep this time, but she had learned to expect the unexpected when it came to her neighbor.

She could barely figure out what was being said besides Shells’ unenthusiastically ‘uh huh’ ‘sure’ ‘yeah’ before the door finally closed. She hadn’t noticed she was holding her breath until she heard that sound.

Shells footsteps walked up and she appeared by the door, holding a piece of paper, “You’ve been invited to a Halloween Party.”

Today We Celebrate Labor Day

The Pullman neighborhood on Chicago’s South Side is a small community that changed the country.

Pullman is central to understanding industry, labor and civil rights in America and the tense conflicts that led to the creation of Labor Day and the first African American union.

When George Pullman, the industrial titan, who created an empire building and servicing train cars that felt like hotels on wheels, dismissed the requests for arbitration, Jennie Curtis, president of The Girls Local Union 269 & seamstress in the repair shops, along with the exasperated workers decided to walk off the job. Their strike was relatively small, but it came shortly before a national American Railway Union (ARU) convention hosted in Chicago. At the ARU convention, members considered whether to throw their national weight behind the Pullman workers.

The ARU did come along, though. Eight days later, with Pullman’s heels still firmly planted, 125,000 workers on 29 railways refused to move trains that included Pullman cars. Train travel throughout much of the country ground to a halt.

The strike came at a heavy price. Despite the best efforts of ARU President Eugene Debs to maintain calm, workers, law enforcement and rail management went toe-to-toe over who controlled the railways around the country, leading to significant violence. When angry strike supporters set fire to a railcar full of U.S. mail, President Grover Cleveland and his attorney general, who had previously worked for railway owners, used the incident to criminalize efforts by the union leaders and sent federal troops to Chicago to crush the strike.

Crushing the strike deeply undercut Pullman’s reputation as a visionary and threatened political support for Cleveland. The president was the leader of the Democratic party, which had strong labor support. Just as Cleveland was coming down hard on the side of management, he signed legislation that would make Labor Day a national holiday.

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Greyjoy Ages Post, Attempting To Be Objective

A lot of people really bravely try to make sense of one of the many parts of asoiaf where GRRM didn't even try to account for the linear passage of time. I generally tend to disagree with at least one of the conclusion, however, hence my idea to make a post with just every information we have, as reference for people to draw their own, just as a fun challenge to myself, since I'm very aware there isn't a canon truth George intended to be gleaned here. Special thanks to whoever started A Search Of Ice And Fire or I would have died halfway through this

1 - Theon and Asha's age

Theon is described by himself, Asha, and Catelyn as having been ten when he left Pyke or when he reached Winterfell. The only exception is Asha's "I liked you better when you were nine". It's also emphasized as meaningful (by Robb and by Balon) that he was a hostage half his life specifically, during ACOK and thus in 299, the latter only after Theon corrects him about having been 10 years rather than 9 since he left. He's also described as being nineteen in the first chapter of AGOT, which, without getting in the specifics of the fanmade timeline, seems to be early in 298. I'm not going to completely discount that he might have been 9 (in the sense of having turned 9 that year) but it's unlikely to me

If his departure from Pyke was in 289 (The World Of Ice And Fire tells us both that the Greyjoy rebellion started in 289 and that it was over in less than a year), this gives his birthdate as having been in 279 or 278. If it was in 290, then it's 281, 280 or 279. I personally find the first set more believable as 1) I feel like the year changing might have been recorded in an historical document, 2) every time someone thinks of the end of the rebellion (Theon himself remembering his journey to Winterfell, Ned thinking of when he last saw Robert which might also have involved some post war celebration) their maths of how many years it's been always goes back to being 289, with the exception of Balon's misremembering above 3) Catelyn in ACOK refers to Balon wearing a crown "if only for a season". We know that the long summer started in 289 (in the prologue of ACOK Maester Cressen says it's been ten years, two turns and sixteen days, and it's definitely 299 by then) so that season was probably the short spring before the long summer, and it was over within 289.

So the range 278-281, with 279 being the likeliest to me as it has him freshly turned 10 for the Greyjoy rebellion and 19 in early AGOT. The only information we ever get about Asha's age is she's 3 years older than Theon (in Theon ACOK I), so it's 275-278 (but again most likely imho 276

2 - Aeron and Urrigon's age

We get a precise-ish number for Urrigon

A flying axe took off half of Urri's hand when he was ten-and-four, playing at the finger dance whilst his father and his elder brothers were away at war.

This refers to Robert's rebellion, which the Greyjoys joined after "a raven came to Pyke with word of Prince Rhaegar's death upon the Trident" , which The World of Ice and Fire claims happened in 282, but doesn't feel very right to me at all, to be honest, as that seems to presume kind of a flash development of Robert's rebellion (here are some calculations made by other fans for reference). Even if it was 282, it was probably late enough the Greyjoys would not have joined before 283, imho. However let's be broad and say it could be 282, 283 or 284 supposing that the Greyjoys took a long time to come home after Quellon's death (awoiaf tells us 'by then the war was almost done", which feels more like still 283, but still) . So 267-270 is his range, with 268-269 as the more likely, however. This means the oldest birth year for Aeron is 268.

For the youngest he could be there are maybe some clues here if you take this speech as following at least rough chronological order:

It shamed him still to recall the years that followed Urri's death. At six-and-ten he called himself a man, but in truth he had been a sack of wine with legs. He would sing, he would dance (but not the finger dance, never again), he would jape and jabber and make mock. He played the pipes, he juggled, he rode horses, and could drink more than all the Wynches and the Botleys, and half the Harlaws too. The Drowned God gives every man a gift, even him; no man could piss longer or farther than Aeron Greyjoy, as he proved at every feast. Once he bet his new longship against a herd of goats that he could quench a hearthfire with no more than his cock. Aeron feasted on goat for a year, and named the longship Golden Storm, though Balon threatened to hang him from her mast when he heard what sort of ram his brother proposed to mount upon her prow.

In the end the Golden Storm went down off Fair Isle during Balon's first rebellion, cut in half by a towering war galley called Fury when Stannis Baratheon caught Victarion in his trap and smashed the Iron Fleet. Yet the god was not done with Aeron, and carried him to shore. Some fishermen took him captive and marched him down to Lannisport in chains, and he spent the rest of the war in the bowels of Casterly Rock, proving that krakens can piss farther and longer than lions, boars, or chickens.

This would mean he's 17 at the youngest at the time of the Greyjoy rebellion (so born in or before 272) which anyhow fits with a reasonable minimum age for a pretty feckless lad to get his own ship, but it's not a fixed number. 268-272 overall

3 - Maron and Rodrik's age

Latest possible Maron's birth year is 277, but more likely to be 274-275, based on Asha's. I'm going to assume there are no twins involved or it would have been mentioned. The only real indication is they must have both been old enough to have been involved in combat in some capacity, which is really taken care of by them being older than Asha already. (Above, Urrigon was not involved in combat at 14, but I think we can expect Balon to exercise less common sense than Quellon on this) Rodrik is kind of implied to have been commanding the assault to Seagard

"When my brother stormed Seagard,” Theon said. Lord Jason had slain Rodrik Greyjoy under the walls of the castle, and thrown the ironmen back into the bay.

If you assume this must mean Rodrik was a captain, the ages we get for that are 15 (Dagon Greyjoy) 17 (Balon) 16-19 (Aeron). Theon is also made a captain at once at 20-sh with no discussion of whether it's too soon, and Asha obviously already is one at 23-ish. Maron dies at Pyke, so there's no indication he's a captain as well, though he could have been and simply have returned to Pyke at the same time Balon did.

4 - Balon, Euron, Victarion and irrelevant dead brothers age

This gets really complicated, mostly because our only source of anything material is Aeron, who's not the reliablest of narrators in general and very removed in time from his older brothers. Still here's what we get.

Nine sons had been born from the loins of Quellon Greyjoy, the Lord of the Iron Islands. Harlon, Quenton, and Donel had been born of Lord Quellon’s first wife, a woman of the Stonetrees. Balon, Euron, Victarion, Urrigon, and Aeron were the sons of his second, a Sunderly of Saltcliffe. For a third wife Quellon took a girl from the green lands, who gave him a sickly idiot boy named Robin, the brother best forgotten. The priest had no memory of Quenton or Donel, who had died as infants. Harlon he recalled but dimly, sitting grey-faced and still in a windowless tower room and speaking in whispers that grew fainter every day as the greyscale turned his tongue and lips to stone. One day we shall feast on fish together in the Drowned God’s watery halls, the four of us and Urri too. Nine sons had been born from the loins of Quellon Greyjoy, but only four had lived to manhood.

The Wiki's age calculations page takes this very literally as implying none of the boys from Quellon's first marriage lived to age 16. If you accept this, it does put a very tight timeframe on the births as, depending on how you feel about how young is too young to suspend your disbelief on Aeron forming conscious memories, and whether you accept some of the dead kids might have been twins, the age difference between Balon and Aeron must be no more than 13-14 years. (11-13 if you assume, as the Wiki does, Harlon to be the oldest of the children of Quellon's first marriage, which, this list seems to be going in by birth order, but it's not explicitely said, so YMMV). This would give us a very earliest birth year of 254 based on Aeron's very earliest possible birth year calculated above.

Otoh, given greyscale can take up to 5-10 years according to JonCon to kill you, there's the chance that Aeron is not being super exact here, and Harlon might simply have been under 16 when the greyscale started paralyzing him but have died years later. TWOIAF refers to the sons of Quellon's first marriage as having died "in their youth".

At fifteen [Balon] had sailed with Dagmer Cleftjaw to the Stepstones and spent a summer reaving.

This is not terribly useful but does exclude some birth dates as we know a winter was going on around 273, as Tyrion mentiones that "He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years"

Victarion has a couple vague thoughs that could help give a feeling of where he's positioned relatively to his brothers:

Obedience came naturally to Victarion Greyjoy; he had been born to it. Growing to manhood in the shadow of his brothers, he had followed Balon dutifully in everything he did. Later, when Balon's sons were born, he had grown to accept that one day he would kneel to them as well, when one of them took his father's place upon the Seastone Chair.

(implying he expected to outlive Balon but also that he had already grown into manhood when his kids were born, which REALLY clashes with the very tight timeframe mentioned above. But that's how the whole thing is, you just have to pick which information you want to take as figurative)

"I was a loyal brother," Victarion went on. "When Balon was wed, it was me he sent to Harlaw to bring him back his bride.

(especially if you feel this is a role he would have to have been a captain to do)

He had never fought a man armed with a Valyrian steel blade, though he had thrashed young Harras Harlaw many a time when both of them were young. As a boy Harlaw had been fast friends with Balon's eldest son, Rodrik, who had died beneath the walls of Seagard.

Info on Euron mostly comes from this

“Well, if you count half-brothers. Do you remember little Robin? Wretched creature. Do you remember that big head of his, how soft it was? All he could do was mewl and shit. He was my second. Harlon was my first. All I had to do was pinch his nose shut. The greyscale had turned his mouth to stone so he could not cry out. But his eyes grew frantic as he died. They begged me. When the life went out of them, I went out and pissed into the sea, waiting for the god to strike me down. None did.

Euron having killed Harlon also puts a limit on how much age difference the brothers can have had, and also def reinforces that Harlon was at least pre-teen aged when he died. It's also clear that Robin was at least a toddler when he died, and he was born in early 283 or before then.

I really wanted to say something about Alannys as well but there's really not much at all, the only informations are:

The AFFC appendix defines her as Rodrik's younger sister, and he's 7 years younger than Gwynesse so Alannys is at least 8 years younger than her

Tywin does not includes Alannys in the group of wives of potential marriage candidates for Cersei who are younger than their husbands, so probably Balon and Alannys don't have a large age gap, it's also true that Tywin is probably seeing her differently because of her known illness however

Storia Di Musica #269 - Depeche Mode, Violator, 1990

Le scelte musicali delle domeniche di Aprile avranno come filo rosso la presenza di fiori sulle copertine: di questa caratteristica, alcuni capolavori già sono presenti (il primo che cito è American Beauty dei Grateful Dead, che prende il nome dalla Rosa della stessa varietà, America Beauty, disegnata sulla copertina, o anche Layla & Other Assorted Love Songs che nel dipinto di copertina ha una donna con i fiori) ma è sempre interessante cercare nella mia discoteca e non solo altri grandi dischi che hanno in comune questa caratteristica. Il primo di oggi è uno dei dischi simbolo degli ultimi 35 anni, il vertice di un certo modo di fare musica, arrivato al culmine di un percorso umano e professionale che nell’anno in cui uscì questo lavoro poteva benissimo passare per il risultato dell’opera di sopravvissuti. Tutto nasce a Basildon, nell’Essex, inizio 1980. Tre amici di scuola, Vince Clark, Martin Gore e Andrew “Andy” Fletcher fondano un gruppo, Composition Of Sound. Hanno una caratteristica abbastanza comune all’epoca, cioè abbandonano gli strumenti classici (chitarra, basso, batteria) per focalizzarsi sull’uso delle tastiere elettroniche. Durante una serata in un locale, notano un cantante dalla voce calda e ferma, David “Dave” Graham, che canta una appassionata cover di Heroes di David Bowie, e gli chiedono di unirsi al gruppo, siamo nei primi mesi del 1980. Graham accetta, e suggerisce di cambiare nome alla band: prende spunto da una rivista di moda francese dell'epoca, Dépêche mode, che vuol dire Gazzettino o Almanacco della Moda (e non come dicono molti Moda Passeggera, il termine passeggera deriva dal verbo se dépêcher), lo depurano dagli accenti e nascono i Depeche Mode. La prima pubblicazione è del 1980 su una compilation, Some Bizzarre, poi firmano un contratto con la Mute Records di Daniel Miller, che sarà centrale per la musica indipendente inglese dei primi anni ‘80. Primo singolo di discreto successo, Dreaming Of Me, poi altre canzoni famose in New Life, Just Can’t Get Enough e la pubblicazione del primo disco, Speak And Spell, dove la direzione è chiara: sarà un gruppo orientato ai sintetizzatori. A questo punto Vince Clark, che aveva scritto tutte le canzoni sino a qui, si chiama fuori (continuerà a fare musica con Alison Moyet come Yazoo, e fonderà in seguito anche altri progetti musicali). Il timone delle operazioni di scrittura passa a Martin Gore, che piazza subito una hit in See You. Si aggiunge Alan Wilder, e con questa line up sforneranno un disco all’anno. La prima svolta è del 1986, con Black Celebration: le atmosfera si dilatano, meno dance, base ritmica che picchia più forte e la decisione di spostarsi verso il rock elettronico. Proprio quando il techno pop è crollato, e buona parte della critica aspetta che l’ultimo baluardo, cioè loro, cada, piazzano Music For The Masses (1987) con almeno tre canzoni formidabili (Never Let Me Down, Strangelove e Behind The Wheel), che li porta ad un tour mondiale dove riempiono gli stadi di tutto il mondo (immortalato in parte nel live 101, 1989, anche con un documentario abbinato diretto da D.A. Pennebaker). Si prendono del tempo, e coerenti con il loro credo, decidono di inasprire il sound elettronico, creando un disco dalle atmosfere profondissime, cupe, drammaticamente eleganti. Per registrarlo abbinano la solitudine e il silenzio di un piccolo studio nella campagna danese, a Gjerlev, alla vitalità di Milano, e alla sua vita notturna, presso lo studio Logik, che all’epoca stava a Via Mecenate. Ne viene fuori Violator (1990) che in copertina ha una rosa fiammeggiante, che sembra di lava. Gore dirà dopo anni che voleva giocare sul titolo, scegliendo una parola che evocasse un disco di heavy metal. Quello che fanno è, con l’intuito del fido produttore Flood e l’aiuto al missaggio di François Kevorkian, che fu uno dei collaboratori più stretti dei Kraftwerk, un disco che è l’evoluzione estrema della loro idea musicale (tanto che dopo prenderanno altri riferimenti) e lo fanno in parte rinnegandosi: la batteria spesso non è drum machine ma quella rock, e compariranno nelle loro due più grandi canzoni, entrambe presenti in questo lavoro, persino le chitarre. Eppure l’apertura con World In My Eyes sembra portare sui binari classici, ma già la successiva Sweetest Perfection, con la voce principale di Gore, amplia il concetto, con la batteria rock in primo piano. Arriva il primo colpo da KO, un giro blues, con la chitarra, l’ispirazione presa da Gore leggendo una biografia di Elvis, sulla costruzione di propri idoli, e nasce una delle canzoni più famose del mondo: Personal Jesus, hit mondiale, e ancora oggi uno dei momenti clou di ogni loro esibizione e brano cult da rifare in cover. Halo e la bellissima Waiting For The Night sono da apripista al secondo singolo leggendario: Enjoy The Silence è ispirata e pensata proprio al periodo danese di tranquillità e silenzio circostante (in netto contrasto con quello milanese, dove la band darà il meglio di sé in tutte le feste della città lombarda), anche qui ripropone una chitarra e diventerà iconica, tra l’altro nella versione dell’album dura oltre 6 minuti, con finale in stile ambient, bellissimo, che nella versione singolo e per la stazioni radio è colpevolmente tagliato. Completano il capolavoro la delicata Blue Dress, scritta e cantata da Gore, e le ritmiche Policy Of Truth e la conclusiva Clean, ispirata ad una canzone dei Pink Floyd, One Of These Days, dal loro album Meddle (1971). Tutto funziona alla grande: la voce calda e formale di Graham (che inizierà ad avere devastanti problemi di dipendenza, tormento che segnerà profondamente il loro lavoro successivo, che arriverà solo dopo 3 anni), Gore sempre più padrone del suono Depeche Mode, Fletcher e Wilder a creare il tappeto ritmico che esce vincitore da un decennio dove chiunque si sia ispirato a loro non ha fatto tanta strada. Il disco va in classifica in tutto il mondo, e ha venduto ad oggi 15 milioni di copie, presente in tutte le classifiche dei dischi fondamentali della storia del rock. Sebbene questa sia una storia del rock senza schitarrate, ma formata da avvolgenti suoni elettronici, che ti girano in testa e non ti lasciano scampo.

since it's been a while since we posted one of these!

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Got bored, looked up Valentine's Day origins

thesere all from just a basic google search but

"It originated as a Christian feast day honoring a martyr named Valentine and through later folk traditions, it has also become a significant cultural, religious and commercial celebration of romance and love in many regions of the world."

"Turns out, it was a pretty common name during Late Antiquity. As far as anyone can tell, the Saint Valentine of Valentine's Day was one of two guys preaching the good word in Rome in the third century. One of these two was martyred on February 14th 269, thus giving us the date for his eponymous day."

"Emperor Claudius II executed two men — both named Valentine — on Feb. 14 of different years in the third century. Their martyrdom was honored by the Catholic Church with the celebration of St. Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day is said to have been celebrated in AD 496 by Pope Gelasius I in honor of the Christian martyr, Saint Valentine of Rome, who died in AD 269 on that date. Saint Valentine was a famous 3rd Century Roman Saint who was Commemorated in Christianity on February 14."

so basically a guy or two got killed

I'll look more into the actual history & celebration later but that's a start

A3! Web Manga Directory

List of A3! web manga chapters and character appearances.

223 - What Are You Talking About...? (ft. Tenma, Azami, Tsumugi, Azuma)

224 - Look Up (ft. Chikage, Misumi)

225 - Celebration! (ft. Kumon, Banri, Omi)

226 - Sleeping Pose Art (ft. Tsuzuru, Kazunari)

228 - Lucky Boy (ft. Sakuya, Itaru, Misumi, Sakyo)

229 - Driver's License (ft. Banri, Taichi, Tasuku, Azuma)

230 - Way of Calling (ft. Kumon, Sakyo, Sakoda)

231 - Excitement! 5th Anniversary (ft. Tenma, Yuki, Muku, Misumi, Kazunari, Kumon)

233 - Cupid of Love? (ft. Tsuzuru, Taichi, Omi)

234 - Movie-Watching With Care (ft. Citron, Sakyo, Azami, Guy)

235 - What Kind of Person is Amadate Kabuto? (ft. Banri, Matsukawa, Kabuto, Aoshi)

236 - Dismal Mistake (ft. Masumi, Kazunari, Tsumugi)

237 - Can't Have Peace (ft. Tsuzuru, Itaru, Citron, Homare, Haruto, Shift, Madoka)

238 - Derailment (ft. Matsukawa, Rento)

239 - Omi's Photography Class (ft. Omi, Tsumugi)

240 - Masumi's Birthday! (ft. Sakuya, Masumi, Tsuzuru, Itaru, Citron, Chikage, Kazunari)

241-249

250-258

259-264

265 - Fishing (ft. Sakuya, Kumon, Omi, Sakyo, Guy)

266 - Pictures (ft. Tenma, Kazunari, Banri, Azami)

267 - Not Even For Educational Purposes? (ft. Sakuya, Muku, Sakyo, Azami)

268 - Their True Form Is... (ft. Taichi, Azuma)

269 - Appliances Are Great (ft. Sakyo, Matsukawa, Kamekichi)

270 - Sumi's Shop (ft. Misumi, Guy)

271 - A Present for Omi! (ft. Taichi, Omi)

272 - Guy's Hopes (ft. Tsuzuru, Guy)

273 - Bad at Lying (ft. Misumi, Tsumugi, Tasuku)

274 - Aniki's Birthday Plans (ft. Sakoda, Ichiro)

275 - Can't Do Mornings! (ft. Kasumi, Hiro, Zen, Syu)

276 - Beards Come in All Forms (ft. Banri, Taichi, Omi, Matsukawa, Rento)

277 - All Chapters Unlocked! (ft. Sakuya, Tenma, Yuki, Banri, Omi, Sakyo, Homare, Azuma)

278 - Well-Prepared Means No Worries (ft. Juza, Tasuku)

279 - Wait Your Turn (ft. Masumi, Tenma, Kumon, Taichi, Omi)

280 - New Year's Exhaustion (ft. Itaru, Tsumugi)

281 - The Book of Homare (ft. Citron, Chikage, Muku, Omi, Homare)

282 - The Magic of a Kotatsu (ft. Tenma, Yuki, Muku, Misumi, Kazunari, Kumon, Hisoka, Azuma)

283 - Celebration☆6th Anniversary! (ft. Banri, Juza, Taichi, Omi, Sakyo, Azami)

284 - On His Palm Lies... (ft. Kumon, Hisoka)

285 - With the Wrong Person (ft. Masumi, Chikage)

286 - Guy's Data Bank (ft. Citron, Muku, Guy)

287 - Tasuku's Lively Birthday (ft. Kazunari, Azami, Tasuku)

288 - Pictures Together (ft. Muku, Misumi, Kazunari, Banri, Kamekichi)

( caron d / bruna marquezine / cis female and she/her ) hear ye hear ye — the riverlands welcomes LADY RAYSSA CARON of NIGHTSONG. king matthos baratheon is glad that the thirty year old appears to be perceptive and he shall overlook that it’s said they are also people - pleaser, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they are happy with his reign.

basic

BIRTH NAME  :  rayssa caron .

NICKNAME :  ray, issa .

TITLES / OCCUPATION : lady of nightsong .  

AGE  : thirty, born on the second night of the fourth month of 269 ac .

GENDER  AND  PRONOUNS  :  cis woman & she / her .

background

PLACE OF BIRTH  :  probably nightsong, the stormlands .

RELIGIOUS VIEWS  :  the faith of the seven .

FAMILY  :  house caron . 

father  :  ronnet caron, ruling lord of nightsong, deceased . mother  :  unknown .

half - siblings  (  by  order  of  birth  )  :  

ruling lord royce caron, 37 . lady renyse caron, 32 .

OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONS  :  

lady vysena caron, sister - in - law . bryce, bryanne, and braxton, nephews .

PARTNERS  : tba .

appearance

FACECLAIM  :  bruna marquezine . 

HAIR  : dark brown .

EYES  :  hazel .

HEIGHT  :  5'4′’ ( 1.65 cm ) .

personality

CHARACTER INSPIRATION  :  lysandra ( throne of glass series ), genya safin ( the grisha trilogy ), guinevere ( the guinevere deception ), danielle de barbarac ( ever after ) .

ZODIAC : aries sun, libra moon, and cancer rising .

MBTI  :  INFJ-T ( the advocate ) .

ENNEAGRAM  :  type 9 ( the mediator ) .

ALIGNMENT  :  true neutral .

TEMPERAMENT  :  choleric .