#OC: Hanna

[kaijiang-irl]

Yo

Want to adopt a cat and share it with Cole or smth idfk?

- @hanna-oc-irl

yea

idk how good i am with pets tho

[writingwenches]

Freeform From — Beginning

notes: am I writing an original story that just shoves Targaryen royalty into it so I can have a fun audience while I write? Well, anyways, there's the last 500 words I wrote this weekend

I tried my hand at re-starting the story, tried to lead with "in the action" and explain a bit about the characters' friendships while keeping it interesting and engaging meh meh meh The map above is where the story takes place, in the cold swampy neck area, on the shores of The Bite, the bay that holds the The Sisters islands.

🤷🏻 here we go lets begin 🤷🏻

There was a boat that she carved by hand, from a sleeping cypress tree they felled together, a harvest moon past. Lyn had worked many nights and her arms showed her exertion. She no longer needed aid to carry stones and bushels of hay. 

Root said she looked a huntress, the fierce womanly warriors from her home tribe. In the orphanage, where they all rest their heads, Root was called Piety, a more proper name for a young lady, the Septas said. Root was the name of a wild thing that lives amongst the creatures and mud. Young ladies were allowed to sleep in beds, shielded from the cold night winds with warm blankets of fleece and wool. 

Root stood at the helm of their punt of a boat, a lantern held true to see their way down the spider filled hallow. Lyn was at the rear, her guiding pole pushing them along the swampy canal bed. The flickering candle of the lantern shone against the water’s surface, countless lights reflected back mirroring the creatures’ eyes. White eyes mean food, the frogs perched on the muddy bank. Red eyes mean danger, and teeth, and horror, pulling into the water and under, never to return again. 

“We should turn back,” Hanna worried, her eyes never leaving the darkness that moved behind. 

“We’re basically half way there,” Root promised.

“You said that hours ago!” Hanna yelled in a hushed tone, only to be shushed by the party. 

Hanna and Lyn had been wards of the orphanage since before they could remember, they had grown up together, much like sisters, but very much not. Hanna was a stickly girl with bones so tiny, Lyn was surprised when stormy winds didn’t sweep her away. Hanna was skilled in precise things, like brewing ale and sewing buttons back onto shirts, she could even embroider just as fine as some noble ladies. 

Lyn was her opposite, sunrise to Hanna’s sunset. Lyn’s cheeks were full when Hanna’s were hallow, they ate the same food but Lyn grew bigger every passing moon and Hanna seemed to fade into the slim figure others complimented. Hanna’s hair was yellow and as fine as the finest silk threads. Lyn had hair that coiled in and around itself, a crown of dark hair with the underglow of gold, to Hanna’s veil of soft blonde whispers of grain that blew in the sun. 

Lyn’s back was strong and able to carve a boat from a log with the sweat of her hands. Hanna could understand maths and write her name. 

They were two halves of one whole, Root would joke. Together they could form one grown woman, and apart they are simply each little girls. 

“Did you hear that?” Root asked, lowering the light.

“It’s a Karien-Bird, obviously,” Hanna answered, she had not yet offered aid the entire journey.

“Not that, dummy,” Root kicked her resting form. “That.”

They all listened.

The three were nearly woman grown, another year or two and the Septas would have no choice but to force them out of the orphanage. Root begged for that day, though Lyn was sure the Septas could find a reason to keep her around. The Septas did not like young ladies who misbehaved, and Root was everything and that. 

Root had been found, washed up after a hurricane, many years ago. The Septas took her in, whether she wanted their aid or no. Root hailed from a tribe of Crannogmen that made the swampy shores of The Bite their home. The rods and reeves that held their floating islands together broke apart and Root was separated from her tribe by miles. She has been trying to escape back to them ever since.

Lyn and Hanna had agreed to help her. Lyn had always wanted to go on a proper adventure, and Hanna had stolen Septa Glaedis’s carrot tart a few moons past and Lyn was going to hold that blackmailed knowledge over her for the rest of her days. Hanna had assured Lyn it had been worth it.

notes: WELP that's all I wrote in the first bit so hopefully I can have muse to write again tonight! If the muse so takes you, ask whatever questions you can think of! Or come chat about your stories and characters, get the muse flowing together LOL

[nyajiang-irl]

Btw Nya, girlie, water person

I gibbed Garm da garlicss hehddhe

And drinked vokdoa!!!!!! Am happeeeeeeeee

- @hanna-oc-irl

thankssss for that, had to take a shower after getting that stuffed down my shirt

from one girl to another, dont go overboard it'll give u the worst hangover

[avareiahgt]

Bonjour!

I'm back from my trip and spent the travelling time in Picrew thinking about my OCs, so I'm here to present them to you! Also a little introduction to them. This is for Serendipity.

(I don't know how foot work, I'm European, sorry).

Alec (Alexander) Blake, he/him, 1,81m in Newman meters

He's Newman -aka giant in this world-, 23 y.o. Soon to graduate as an Architect. He's quiet but a bit tough and honest when he speaks up. He's been struggling with money since always. He has 3 older sisters and a niece. They all have their monetary problems so he doesn't want to bother them with his. He likes to play piano, used to compose the base of a song and sell it to some productions so he could keep up paying off taxes for college. He usually finds it hard to find inspiration.

Also not all songs fit on the market, so he has another job where he is so good but doesn't like it... You will find out soon!

He has a resting bitch face energy but I promise is a good guy.

Hanna Walker, she/her, 1,67m in Older meters (around 7cm in Newman measurement)

She's Older -aka tiny-, 19 near 20 y.o. She's nervous, brave and hardworking. Loves her family more than anything. Always has been so curious and hopes to explore the wide world enlisting herself in the Military Force. She has one brother and lovely parents. Also, she's so damn straight and somehow manages to find big tall boys the sexiest (hehe).

She's not good at strategies or studies, but is so flexible and adaptable. Some people used to say she was so "manly" when she was younger.

Leo (Leonard) Walker, he/him, 1,50m/6cm

Hanna's little brother, he's Older, 14 y.o. He's not full grown yet. Leo is the sweetest, cutest and smartest pretty boy in this world. He's always supportive towards his loved ones. He admires Hanna even when she thinks she's a fool or a disappointment, he looks up at her as a heroine.

He's so good at history, mind games and writing. If he wasn't so shy he could be a charismatic leader. He's currently looking for a chance to get a place into college. He wants to be a traductor and translate old manuscripts or to be a writer.

He's not athletic nor a warrior. Not even courageous. Just a smiley kid.

Connor Adelbert, he/him/they/them he doesn't care, 1,73m

Connor's Newman, a crazy one, 31 y.o. He's a freaking genius, almost a doctor who threw away college and is now a drug dealer. It took him years to give a try to do drugs, but he finally did. Now he consumes once or twice per week.

He's Alec's best friend and even if he is a bit weird, hes so loyal and lovely. He would throw himself off a cliff if Alec needed so.

He has no contact with his family, but he sends them money every single month.

Hope you find them interesting. I already have images for Jamie and Connor in State of Nephilim but it would be a spoiler to show them and explain them. And yeah, there are two Connors but they are not the same person and it has an explanation, I promise.

I would love to draw all of them for you but my hands aren't skilled in any way. So sorry about that.

Thanks to @ makowka for this Picrew, I think the design is so beautiful. Credits to them.

[kaijiang-irl]

I will keep an eye out 🫡

Very very important announcement

@kaijiang-irl @nyajiang-irl @colebrookstone-irl @greenbeanninja-irl (even though you dislike him stfu) @jaywalkingwalker-irl

And uh, ig @time-travelling-lord-garmadon too bc you love your son :)))

Some dumbass anon took @time-traveling-little-lloyd-irl's cat. He's a lil tuxedo with green eyes.

I told the gremlin I'd help him find his cat so keep your eyes peeled. (Plus I paid good money for the cat istg) I have no idea where an anon would put the cat, I do know the anons have taken Bud (gremlin's bunny) before and gave it to people so uh

Ye :3

[strzygon-x]

I missed drawing her.

[ballwizard]

hanna has a type

[sandytrish008]

My fursona Carmen the dwarf rabbit in several different art styles (Hanna Barbera, Disney, Looney Tunes, Arthur, Aggretsuko, Parappa The rapper, Animal Crossing and Happy Tree Friends)

I put a complete overalls on Arthur and Aggretsuko ones because otherwise it would look a little strange, but then I noticed that everyone in Parappa also wears pants! x)

[2194teddy]

She's so sweet.

Is Hanna become a Mute when she’s a 12 ft tall Giant? She’s so cute!

Hi, thanks for the ask! Yes, when Hannah first transformed, it put a ton of strain on her and kind of…disconnected her voice box. If she tries to speak, she really can’t get past one syllable before she starts to bleed (not pleasant) and she can’t even really grunt or anything either. So, her main methods of communication are a little binder she carries around that has different phrases and words in it, terrible games of charades, or her psychic connection with Janet. She’s learning ASL, but it’s slow going.

[littlesovietchan]

Playing around with the art style a little :p

[kaijiang-irl]

Do you have any ice cream leftover? I would like to take some and somehow put it in my skull (/j).

I saw the bee anon person thing gave you some-

- @hanna-oc-irl

yes we do have some

[cielob03]

Art from June 2024. [Art Trade- Alastor x Hanna // Hazbin Hotel OC]. Here I bring you another AT [Art Trade] that I do with the Hazbin Hotel characters, please ADMIRE this beautiful couple! I loved how Alastor turned out, and not to mention Hanna! this adorable rabbit who obviously has a huge crush on our favorite Bambi! Look at her adorable face! 🥰

I understand you Hanna! This d*mn deer has us all in love! Although… I can see a somewhat "possessive" trace in his grip? 🤔⚠ Be careful, stay alert!

AT requested on Facebook. This beautiful and adorable lady is called Hanna and she belongs to musshi_art, Please go and give your love~ 😘

✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨

Musshi social networks: 💟Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/musshi_art/

[nyajiang-irl]

don worry Nya I don think you stuped :3

- @hanna-oc-irl

dont care but will accept the compliment

[applepie972]

The night they met, leaving a bar after a few drinks, Hanna and Stanley 💕

I hope you like it 👾🩷

[hannaholiday9thgradeninja]

What the hey!

Come on, you!

Do it, Ninja!

What the juice!

She's a hero!

Come on, fighter!

Just a freshman,

And a Ninja!

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 9 - Child no more

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong (finally lol)

Warnings: Harwin is finally here! Daena indirectly shades Alicent, puberty, physical description of bodily changes, slight teen angst

HOTD masterlist

"In the year 112, on the last of spring, King Viserys I married his second wife, Alicent Hightower. It was a grand celebration with seven days of balls, feasts, and tourneys. Where the King and Her Grace appeared happy, many more wore sour faces during the wedding. 

The King's daughter and niece, Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Daena were said to have been in extremely foul moods throughout the entire ordeal and barely conversed with the new Queen. Daena reportedly uttered no words that whole day instead glaring at Queen Alicent."  

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

112 AC, King's Landing

Spring would soon end and Daena couldn't wait for it to finish. The last seven days of the spring season were reserved for the royal wedding - her uncle Viserys decided to marry Alicent Hightower.

Ever since the announcement, Rhaenyra's relationship with Alicent has deteriorated. Instead, she started spending more time with Daena; their bond healed and they only got closer. 

Daena also had new companions - her ladies-in-waiting, Joy and Hanna Strong. Over the course of a month, the Princess bonded with the twins and became fond of both sisters. 

She was currently in her room, standing on a small pedestal with her arms stretched out. The tailors and maids were taking measures for the dress she was to wear to the wedding. She was barely able to move or breathe, her entire body covered in materials, measuring tapes, and pins. 

"Ouch!" She exclaimed in pain as a pin pierced her side. Joy smiled apologetically. Daena sighed - she hated everything about this and all it represented. She hated that her uncle chose Alicent, she hated Ser Otto for being a scheming snake, and she hated Alicent for not being honest and going behind Nyra's back. "Are we done?" She asked, annoyance lacing her voice.

"Very soon, Princess. Just need to take a few more measurements and we'll be done." The chief tailor said. She wrapped a measuring tape around Daena's hips, then around her waist, and finally around her bust. 

"You have beautiful hips, Princess. I can tell you'll have no problem birthing children." The lady commented. Daena smiled awkwardly and thanked the woman. Ever since her body started maturing all she's been hearing was how easy birth would be for her because of her wide hips. She hoped all that would be correct.

They soon finished the session and now she was alone in her room, save for Joy and Hanna. She was in her chemise - it was simple, made of fine cotton and she could see her figure when she looked in the mirror. 

Her body was changing, she realized after some time - her hips were widening, her thighs grew bigger and her bosom also grew a bit. She was scared, scared of change and what it meant for her and her life. 

She must have been in deep thought because she didn't hear Joy calling for her. "Princess.." Joy called again. Daena blinked and shook her head. She turned around to see that her supper was brought in for her. 

"Oh...thank you ladies. Will you stay with me and keep me company?"

"But of course, Princess." the sisters responded and sat down.

The three girls talked and after a while the twins left, leaving Daena alone. She unbraided her hair absentmindedly. She crawled into her bed, covered herself, and quickly fell asleep. 

The day has finally arrived - the royal wedding of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower would take place in the Sept a little before midday. 

The two princesses were getting ready together in Nyra's chambers. Rhaenyra wore a long-sleeved, yellow dress with golden embroidery. Her silver hair was beautifully braided and decorated with pearls, and she had a golden headpiece on top of her head. Around her neck was a choker made of black velvet decorated with golden strings. She wore golden wing-shaped earrings. 

Daena was dressed in a gorgeous pale blue, short-sleeved dress with flowers decorating her waist. Hanna and Joy masterfully did her hair. On her ears, she wore earrings of pearl and blue gemstones, and around her neck was a silver moonstone necklace. On top of her head was a beautiful headpiece covered in pearls that once belonged to her late aunt, Queen Aemma. 

"Are we ready, my Princess?" Hanna asked. Daena nodded and joined hands with Nyra. If they were going to suffer, they would suffer together. 

Once they exited the castle and entered the courtyard, Daena could see many coaches and carriages, and around all of them were many flags and banners representing many different Houses that came to the wedding. One banner caught her attention - a red castle on a white field within a red embattled border - House Redfort. 

Daena furrowed her pale brows. That couldn't be possible. She would've written a letter, surely. She excused herself for a moment and walked toward the man holding the banner. He was a young man, maybe a couple of years older than her.

"Excuse me. Is Lady Rowena here?" She inquired politely. The man seemed surprised by her approach and realized who she was. 

"Princess Daena...Yes, she's here." He said and opened the door of the carriage. The person who came out was someone Daena hadn't seen in years.

"...Grandmother?" 

The woman smiled at Daena and pulled her into a tight, rib-crushing hug. She wore a beautiful lilac gown with flower embroidery across the chest and waist. Her dark brown hair was pulled up and held by a hair net.

Daena was speechless. She hadn't seen her grandmother since she left the Vale when she was 12, and now here she was right in front of her. 

"But...but you didn't tell me you were coming." Daena managed to say. Her grandmother just chuckled and caressed her cheek. 

"Oh, my sweet child. I wanted to surprise you! Besides, how often do you get to attend a royal wedding?" 

Daena didn't say anything - she was too happy to think of a response. She loved her grandmother or nanna as she sometimes called her when she was younger. Lady Rowena was a beautiful woman in her youth. She was now in her late forties and much of her beauty remained. 

~

Daena was seated at the high table with the rest of her family. In the middle were the newlyweds - left of Uncle Viserys was Rhaenyra and next to her was Daena. To Alicent's right was her father, Ser Otto, and the rest of the Hightowers whom Daena paid no mind.

Thankfully, there was no one seated to Daena's left. She looked around the Throne room - Hanna and Joy were seated across from their father, Lord Lyonel. Next to Lord Lyonel was his eldest son and heir, Ser Harwin 'Breakbones'. 

Daena has heard many stories about him, thanks to his sisters being her handmaids. They did tell her about his strength and his skill as a warrior. What they didn't tell her was just how handsome he was - he was tall with broad shoulders and long dark curls, and from what she could see he had beautiful blue eyes.

She was pulled from her thoughts by Nyra poking her in the ribs. She turned her head and saw Nyra smirking at her. 

"What?" Daena whisper-shouted. 

"Eying up Ser Harwin, I see. I understand, he is quite handsome." Nyra whispered cheekily.

Daena scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am not eying him up! I was just...observing."

"Right....keep telling yourself that," Nyra responded and took a sip of her wine.

Daena slapped Nyra's thigh below the table which made the latter giggle. Daena smiled and shook her head and once she did she locked eyes with the man she's been eying all night.

Ser Harwin was looking straight at her and she quickly averted her gaze. She was blushing, her usually fair cheeks now had a pink tint to them. She could feel the way her heart quickened when he looked at her, and she liked it.

~

Many people took notice of Princess Daena's choice of dress. She wore a pale blue dress and was covered in silver, pearls, and moonstones, drawing connections to the late Queen Aemma Arryn. Many would later say the Princess did it to slight the new Queen, but when asked Daena defended herself by saying she just liked the color. 

After gods knows how much time, Daena and Rhaenyra were free to leave the feast. They discreetly left the Throne room and started running once they were out of sight. They ran and ran until they found themselves in the godswood. 

There, they sat under the weirwood, not caring about getting their gowns dirty. The moon was full and the skies were clear, making all the stars visible. Daena could see Nyra was in deep thought while looking up at the moon. 

"Every night, I look out of my window and look at the moon. When I look at it, I think of Mother. I like to think she's somewhere up there in the heavens and she looks over me through the clouds...I know it's foolish." Nyra opened up after a while.

Daena turned and grabbed her cousin's hand. "I don't think it's foolish. I too think of her and I miss her dearly. The Red Keep will never know such warmth ever again." 

Nyra gave her a watery smile and squeezed Daena's hand. Daena wrapped her arm around Nyra and pulled her closer. Nyra placed her head on Daena's shoulder and sighed. "Nothing will ever be the same." 

"No. No, it won't. But we will go through it together." Daena responded as both girls looked at the full moon, reminiscing about the late Queen. 

113 AC, King's Landing

One year has passed since His Grace married Lady Alicent. They had a son, Aegon, who was soon to celebrate his first name day. But Daena didn't care about that - today was Rhaenyra's 16th name day, which meant she was now considered a woman grown and of marriable age.

Despite all the pomp and celebration surrounding her name day, Daena knew Nyra was far from happy. She knew it was something Nyra dreaded because it meant His Grace had every right to marry her off and send her away to squeeze out children until it killed her. 

Daena looked into the mirror with a pleased smile - she was wearing a bright red gown with long cape sleeves. The waist of the dress was decorated with rubies and diamonds. She loved the gown - it was long and flowy, perfectly accentuating her body. In the years to come, she would come to embrace this style of dress and would be known for it. 

She twirled in front of the mirror, enjoying the way the fabric moved and swished. Her curls fell freely down her back like a river of silver and gold. Only the front curls were pulled back to clear her beautiful face. 

She wore golden, square-cut ruby earrings on her ears, and around her neck was the heart-shaped pendant her father gifted her years ago. Satisfied with her appearance, Daena walked over to her writing desk and opened up a drawer.

Inside was a small box with her gift intended for Rhaenyra. She opened it to check if it was still there. It was. She closed the box and with a smile left her room to search for her cousin. 

~

Ser Harwin was walking through the Red Keep, tasked with finding Princess Daena. Usually, she would be with his sisters, seeing as they were her handmaids, but today was different. Apparently, she sent Joy and Hanna to help Princess Rhaenyra ready herself for her name day celebrations. 

This left Princess Daena unsupervised. His father, Lord Lyonel, saw how stressed His Grace was regarding the whole event, and decided to lessen the King's troubles. So, he sent Harwin to find Princess Daena and bring her to the Throne Room where the feast would be held. That way, His Grace wouldn't have to worry himself about his unruly niece.

Harwin has never properly interacted with the Princess. He knew things about her - she was fiery and quick-witted like her father, she rode a very large dragon and if the rumors were true, she wasn't fond of the Hand, Ser Otto, and the new Queen. 

Just as he was turning a corner, he collided with something, or should he say someone. He came to a quick stop once he realized what just happened. He looked down and saw the person he was looking for - Princess Daena. 

"Princess, forgive me, I-"

"It's alright. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been running." 

They spoke over each other. She chuckled and he couldn't help but notice how angelic it sounded. He looked at her - she was wearing a beautiful bright red gown and her silver curls framed her oval face. Her wide lilac eyes gazed up at him, her plump pink lips slightly open as she studied his face.

"I'm sorry, Ser. I wasn't looking where I was going." She apologized again. 

"No need to apologize, Princess." He said, noticing how dry his mouth was all of a sudden.

She smiled and looked down. She gasped and bent down. "Damn it!" She said under her breath. 

"Princess?"

"There were two rings in this box! I can't find the other one." She explained with a sense of urgency and started looking around to find the missing ring. He started looking as well and in the corner of his eye saw something shimmering. 

He picked it up - it was a dainty golden ring with a small heart on top of it. He looked closer and saw that the letter R was carved into the heart. The Princess took the ring from his hand, her warm skin brushing against his. (x)

"It's my gift for Nyra." She said as she put the ring into the box.

"And the other ring?" He asked. 

"It has a D on it. I ordered matching rings made for us. I hope she likes it. " She revealed in a quiet voice.

"I'm sure the Princess will appreciate the gesture." He commented. 

She gave him a small smile and he couldn't ignore the way his heart skipped a beat. 

"Why are you here, Ser Harwin?" She asked softly. He loved the way his name fell from her plump lips. 

"I...I was sent here to find you and escort you to the feast."

"Oh...Well then, what are we waiting for?" She said with a cheeky smile and started walking, her long sleeves flowing behind her like flames. 

~

After the feast, Rhaenyra invited Daena to her chambers so they could open all the gifts she had received. Daena stood behind Nyra as she looked at a gown she was gifted by her maternal cousin, Lady Jeyne Aryyn.

"I have a gift for you as well." Daena broke the silence and handed Nyra the small box. Nyra quirked an eyebrow and opened it. She picked up the ring with her initials and laughed. 

"Oh, it's adorable! I love it! Thank you, cousin!" Nyra said and pulled Daena into a tight hug. 

Daena couldn't help but bask in the warmth of Rhaenyra's hug. "Try it." She said and Nyra placed the ring on her right hand. 

"I ordered matching rings for us. My has a D on it, see?" She said as she picked up the other ring. 

Daena then put the ring on her right hand, just like Rhaenyra. She laughed, not being able to contain her happiness. She proceeded to kiss Nyra on the cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your name day, mandia." (older sister/cousin)

"I have. All thanks to you, hāedar." (younger sister/cousin) Nyra responded and kissed Daena on the cheek. 

***

Harwin is here and he finally interacts with Daena and he is already taken with her and vice versa! We see how deep the bond is between the two princesses as they reminisce about Aemma and how much both girls miss her. And Daena ofc gifts Nyra matching rings to further seal their bond. ☺

Thanks for reading! 💕💕💕

If you have any thoughts, feel free to comment!