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[the-blue-wraith]

Ever since I was little, I could sense what was in people’s hearts... but believed I was safe with you because there was nothing but light. But the more darkness I felt, the deeper my heart sank into the abyss. It started to consume me, until one day, I realized that the darkness I thought was theirs was in truth mine.

[dovveri]

the right reasons

bachelorette masterlist - part 1 ▸ part 2 ▸ part 3 ▸ part 4 ▸ part 5 ▸ part 7

synopsis: final stretch of the season. home visits.

warnings: implied sex

w/c: 3.4k

a/n: apologies for late update i have been laid on my literal deathbed with sickness and the brain juices have basically run out for this series so this is a short update to get them flowing again and hopefully i can wrap it up soon 🙏 ty for the support as always!

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the next few days are hectic with house visits. because of the contract you had both signed, and the fact that the entire nation has been invested with sana's journey to find love, it was a given that sana wouldn't be able to just drop out of show. that didn't mean she didn't try, in fact you had to pull her back from calling all the lawyers in the district to break her contract, insisting that it was fine to see the show through and that you were going to be there for her no matter what. it took a few more assurances, and a couple rounds of sex, kisses, and promised cuddles before she reluctantly agreed to continue filming the upcoming home visits.

jiwon's family was first. you had both met her younger siblings and her several nieces and nephews that were very young. they were all very sweet and it was adorable watching jiwon entertain the young ones.

fortunately, the classic 'father figure that gives the intruder the i'll kill you if you hurt her speech' wasn't present because it seemed jiwon served as that person for her younger siblings. though her younger sister was a little skeptical at first, she easily warmed up when she saw how great sana was with her kids.

sana and jiwon wrapped up the night with a private talk, one which sana didn't share with you, but you were learning to trust her, even though it still looked like she was dating 4 people and soon to choose the love of her life, you had to trust that it was going to be you after it all ended.

jacky's family was next except since most of his family was back in australia, you actually just had a nice dinner at jacky's apartment with eunji who jacky had nominated as his family stand-in. you had apologised profusely to eunji for not being a better friend and not being there for her on the night she was eliminated but she laughed at you and rolled her eyes, saying it was completely fine. she was also friendly with sana who was a little anxious seeing her again so soon after practically rejecting her on national television, but eunji was extremely cool, and they got along even better as friends.

if you ignored the cameras set up everywhere and the producers running in and out, it was a pretty normal night between 4 friends. you had enjoyed dinner made by both jacky and eunji, drunk soju, sung bad karaoke on jacky's home-installed karaoke television set, and played nintendo switch games all night.

in typical bachelor fashion, jacky and sana also had their own private talk on the balcony towards the end of the night, although it was a little silly watching the producers and camera crew figure out how to film it because it was a small apartment, meant only for jacky to live in, so the balcony was basically right outside the living room where you and eunji had stayed, trying not to look outside and give them their privacy while they were having their mandated talk.

then, the crew had surprised everyone with a flight to japan for momo's home visit. momo had greeted all of you at the airport in a traditional kimono and one ready for sana as well. sana had teared up seeing her and being in her country of birth again. the next few hours were a whirlwind as momo and her sister hana took you all for a tour of their home city, stopping by all the essential places to eat, take pictures at, and had even brought you to momo's old dance studio where they had readied a performance just for sana. the producers were very happy with the amount of content they were getting as you explored the city.

you could tell sana absolutely loved this date. the amount of planning momo put into it showed how much she wanted to impress sana, and how much she understood her homesickness and her love for her birth country. it was hard to be jealous of momo getting most of sana's attention during the date when sana was on the verge of tears at every new sight, sound, and feeling. and momo was a sweetheart anyway, always being inclusive of everyone, making sure she was there if anyone needed translation or help with anything, you adored her as a friend, grateful that she was able to provide this experience for sana during the stressful filming season it's been.

you ended the day at momo's house. you met her parents and although you were a little intimidated by her dad's buff physique, he turned out to be a big teddy bear who supported his daughter more than anything. both her parents were glad to be able to converse with sana in their native language, and easily warmed up to her because of the fact that she was japanese and communication was made a lot easier. you spent a lot of the dinner just watching them, only catching hints of their conversation from your select knowledge about the japanese language, but momo noticed eventually and tried to translate as much as she could which you appreciated very much.

it was only a little awkward when momo and sana went for their end of the night chat and you had to sit with momo's family attempting to make small talk with your broken japanese. it turned out okay when momo's mom smiled sweetly and brought out dessert, turning on the television and flicking to an episode of the bachelorette with japanese subtitles. it turned out to be the episode that heechul had tried to rizz up momo and sana using his almost offensive japanese, and you were all able to laugh as you tried to explain using gestures and your best attempt at charades exactly what type of man heechul was behind the scenes.

although japan and korea weren't far, the crew had let you had some time off in japan and granted a day off after filming the dinner with momo's family so that sana could go home and see her family as well. so that night you had taken the bullet train from kyoto to osaka and sana had held your hand, leaning into you as she talked through her childhood stories softly. it felt like it was just the two of you against the rest of the world.

the next day sana was positively glowing. she practically skipped around you in circles while she took you around her home town. it was clear she was loved and missed in the neighbourhood. sweet old ladies and old friends were stopping her everywhere, asking how she was, if she was going to move back to japan soon, everyone wanted a piece of her.

you had dinner with sana's parents who you'd met already when they flew to korea for sana's graduation. although there was still the language barrier, it was easily overcome when sana's mom started showing you albums of sana's baby pictures and pictures of her throughout her childhood.

sana had squealed adorably, trying to cover up her baby pictures and chasing you around the house while you yelled out comments while rapidly flipping through the pictures before she could catch you.

you ended the night collapsed on sana's bed in her childhood room, cuddled into each other. you never really decorated your room when you were younger, too repressed and focused on your studies to ever find the time or worth in doing so. but seeing sana's walls plastered with old japanese anime posters, idols, her ceiling dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars, and pictures of her friends and family everywhere, you can't help but yearn for the childhood you could've had if you had tore away from the books for a little bit.

you're both laid supine on the bed, looking at the imitation night sky sana has in her room, little do you know sana's gaze is focused on you instead.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"thank you for being here."

"are you kidding? i wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. plus we just got a free trip to japan, life couldn't be any better. i should be thanking you."

sana giggles and fully turns her body, facing you and draping an arm over your stomach. you have your arm under her neck, supporting it while she nuzzles into you.

when she starts playing with the bottom of your shirt, sneaky fingers sliding up and under it, you squeeze out a warning, "sana... your parents are literally next door."

you can feel her smirk against your neck as she starts leaving light kisses along it, and you're helpless, lifting your head slightly to give her better access.

she hums against you, "you can be quiet can't you?"

you make a muffled sound of protest, "your childhood idols and plushies are watching us right now."

you can't see it but sana rolls her eyes, continuing her way up your neck, "i lived out my teen years in here. you think they haven't seen me get off?"

you squirm at the thought, the image of sana under her sheets, trying to keep quiet while she touched herself to whatever fantasies she had at the time.

"you're thinking about it aren't you? how i looked- coming home after school- do you have a school uniform kink y/n? that's slightly concerning y'know?" she leaves a hot trail of dangerous kisses up your throat with each phrase, intent on driving you absolutely crazy.

"n-no!"

"mm okay." then her lips are on yours and really, you should know better than to alert her parents of your sexual proclivities but when sana's licking into you like that you can't blame yourself for not being able to think straight.

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the final date is of course, with jihyo back in korea.

you were nervous walking in through the front door, the sight of jihyo's parents and her sisters, all familiar faces from when sana and jihyo used to host parties and get-togethers for the various holidays of the year.

fortunately, jihyo's parents and rest of her family were sweet enough to welcome the both of you with open arms. as if the breakup never happened. you gripped sana's hand tightly knowing she was probably going through a hellstorm of emotions right now, being in an environment that reminded her of the brokenness jihyo left her with.

what you did not expect was jihyo's ex-boyfriend to also be at the dining table, all smiles and big buff arms.

sana's hand tightened around yours at the sight of him, her eyes quickly flashing to jihyo with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. jihyo avoids her gaze, sitting down next to her ex-boyfriend instead.

you hear sana take a deep breath, composing herself before the cameras and smiling, you can see straight through it though, keeping her hand in yours when you take your seats at the table, glaring daggers at both jihyo and her ex.

it's clear the tension around the table is present.

jihyo's mom clears her throat, attempting to strike up a conversation, "so sana... it's been a while since we've seen you. what have you been up to?"

sana smiles politely, "well this entire show has been a pretty big thing lately. although i will say i was very surprised to see jihyo there on opening night. not as surprised as i am to see your ex-boyfriend here though." sana directs towards jihyo, a little harshly, stabbing her food with her fork.

"sungbin. it's nice to meet you." sungbin offers a polite nod, but keeps mostly to himself.

"sungbin is my best friend. i thought if y/n could go on this whole experience with you then it wouldn't be a problem if i brought my best friend along." her tone is cutting, like she knows something you don't. "besides... my family's already met you and given you their approval. i thought the whole point of home visits was to get to know people close to me and see if they like you?"

sana shuffles a little in her seat, her grip on you tightens. "right."

the table falls silent again, only the sounds of cutlery scrapping against plates able to be heard.

it's more than awkward and you can see the producers talking worriedly with each other, coming up with any ways to make this more entertaining.

it's jihyo's dad that clears his throat this time, "so sana... do you think you've found your 'one' on this show? i know jihyo is a contestant on your show but know we still care about you and want the best for you, even if that's not our daughter." he smiles kindly, while his wife pecks him on the cheek for his sweet words.

"dad!" jihyo startles.

"what? just because you decided to break up with sana doesn't mean we wanted to let go of her."

"yeah sungbin isn't nearly as good as you at super mario bros even with all those muscles." jihyo's youngest sister chimes in with a laugh, lightening the mood easily as you slip into old conversations and reminiscing better times. you can see the producers visibly relaxing as conversation starts flowing, but jihyo is still tense, unable to look at anyone except sungbin in the eye.

eventually the night leads you into board games with the family while sana takes jihyo outside to talk. you give her a reassuring look before she heads outside, sungbin gives you a strange glance but you don't bother paying him any attention. regardless of his presence, he was still a stranger to you.

you're celebrating your third pass by the go slot in monopoly when the argument outside starts to get louder and louder, able to be heard from inside the house.

"why would you bring him here!?"

"what do you mean why? don't tell me you haven't been sneaking around with y/n this entire time! you haven't even given this show a chance have you?! you haven't given us a chance!"

"jihyo i told you last time that we are over! we have been over for over a year now!"

"i apologised for that okay! i just thought- i didn't think you'd be the type of person to go on this show for the wrong reasons sana."

"what- what wrong reasons?!"

"you're not here to find love! you've had it! even when we were dating i always thought it was kinda weird how close you and y/n were!"

"what- what are you talking about jihyo?!"

"you know damn well what i'm talking about."

"i don't."

"the fact that you've been in love with y/n since way before we were dating sana."

"wh- what?!"

"yeah. i figured if you're not taking this experience seriously than i give you a taste of your own medicine. that's why i invited sungbin tonight. everyone talks about people only coming on these reality shows for their 15 minutes of fame, i didn't peg you to be one of them sana."

"i am taking this seriously! how can you tell me anything about what i've been doing when you've had tunnel vision this entire time? you've only been focused on trying to get me back after i already told you that we're over!"

"if you are taking this seriously then tell me you don't have feelings for y/n. tell me you're going to end up with one of the final four, it doesn't have to be me, but don't you think you owe it to the others who have been trying so hard to impress you this entire time to give it your all?"

"i- that's not for you to decide jihyo."

"you can't say it can you?"

there's silence for a bit, the muffled sound of sniffling. you can't help but feel like you're intruding, and the fact that everything was being filmed and recorded right now made it even worse.

you quietly slip out of board games night and head towards the producers.

"you're going to cut that out right?"

"sorry?"

"their conversation. you'll cut it out?"

"excuse me, who do you think you are?"

"sana's best friend. who cares about her and her national reputation as korea's most eligible bachelorette."

the producer sighs exasperatedly, "we'll see what we do in the final edits. no promises." he rolls his eyes and pushes past you to go talk to the camera directors.

you hurridely go outside to see sana sitting on the balcony, her head in her hands, jihyo looking out across the balcony.

"sana?"

they both turn to you, jihyo rolls her eyes predictably, scoffing and moving past you back inside. you take the opportunity to step outside and close the door behind you.

"sana sweetheart..."

sana's eyes are watery, barely concealed emotions rampant across her face.

"cameras." she gestures weakly around the balcony where cameras and microphones are still set up.

"let's go home then."

she takes a breath, nodding slightly and taking your outstretched hand, you squeeze it reassuringly, leading her out of the house and offering your goodbyes to jihyo's family.

rather than take the driver back to the bachelorette pad, you insist on driving and giving the driver the rest of the night off. that way, you can at least ensure the both of you aren't under the watchful eye of producers looking to make a buck off sana's misfortune for entertainment.

it also helps that you can take a detour and head to a late night ice-cream parlour you and sana used to go to all the time as college students.

you grin when you see sana's expression immediately brighten when you pull up into familiar streets.

"where are we going y/n?"

"somewhere as sweet as you."

"ice-cream?"

"mhm."

she squeals happily, hugging you and you try your best to return it with a laugh while you keep your eyes on the road.

you park and walk into the ice-cream parlour hand in hand.

sana beams when she walks in, excited to taste test all the flavours despite always getting the same thing every time. you let her be childish again to forget all the things jihyo's said to her.

once she's tasted everything you order your usual white crumble pistachio and strawberry yoghurt for sana.

as always, she has to try some of yours and you must try some of hers because she's tried yours so it's only fair. except this time she leans in to kiss you, the flavours mixing on your tongues, a sweet kiss with no cameras or pressure, a moment just for the two of you.

after you're both finished with your cones, she leans into you, placing her head on your shoulder.

"about what jihyo said..."

"it's okay sana. you don't have to explain anything. i shouldn't have been eavesdropping anyway."

she snorts, "well i mean- it's going to be broadcast nationally anyway."

"maybe not. producers said they'll take it into consideration."

"mm. i haven't- i don't-"

you let her think, placing an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, letting her come up with the words in her own time.

"i love you. i told you that already. i don't know for how long- maybe jihyo's right and maybe i've always loved you. that doesn't mean that- it doesn't meant that i haven't put my all into this right?"

"of course not sweetie. i don't know if it was the same for you but i didn't even realise i had romantic feelings for you until during this. in the beginning, i was completely focused on finding the person that would be right for you. and i think you were too. it just so happened that halfway through, we started- well i realised that you were it for me." you turn to face her gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek.

she rubs her nose against yours softly with a smile, "you're it for me too. i'll figure out how to get through the rest of the season, but i think jihyo's right in that i have to start being honest with the rest of the contestants. none of them deserve to be led on like this."

"i'm sorry i kinda fucked up this whole show for you."

she pecks you chastely, "silly... we wouldn't be here together or have realised our feelings for each other if this didn't happen right? we just have to be selfish for a little more."

you sigh against her, bringing her into a proper kiss, lips trying to convey just how much you felt for her.

[mochinomnoms]

The day Yuu introduced any of Octavinelle trio as their mate (Let alone all 3 or just 2), a part of their soul dies 1. Beacuse he knows they mate for life and 2. Beacuse on the list of suitable suitors for his dear pup all of Octavinelle was on the bottom in the F tier. He has a slight heart attack and gives "the dad talk" to them.

"Them?"

"Yes"

"Them. Out of all the pups in the school you chose THEMMMM"

"Yeah."

*His soul rises out of his body for a moment* "Are you TRYING to make me go GREY!!!! I swear i will turn into Trien by the end of the year!"

Then on the complete Opposite end, if Yuu introduces Kalim as their partner Crewel is happy. He was in the A teir for suitors beacuse he is the goodness Boi.

S tier is Vil but he is happy his puppy ended up with someone who wasn't a criminal.

Ah, I love assigning Crewel as the dad against his will. I do believe that he and Trein out of the staff are the best parental figures to Yuu. Let's be honest, Sam is like an older cool brother, Vargas is your way too into sports uncle, and Crowley is the dad that you don't call your dad anymore cause he was a really shitty dad. I imagine his relationship with Yuu is closer to bickering siblings with a maaaaasive age gap.

Anyways, yes Crewel has a tier list:

His main priority is making sure that you end up with someone who has/will have a good foundation to take care of you, especially since you don't have any family (other than him now) to be your support if something goes wrong. Is other priorities are that they will be generally good to you, you'll be in no danger, and that they're responsible.

S tier is Vil, you're correct. Vil is one of his top students, is respectful, has a wonderful taste in fashion and makeup, makes good money even now, and comes from a good family. Crewel knows that with Vil, his pup will be taken care of! This is simialr with Trey, someone who is doting and kind and also comes from a good family), and Riddle. He thinks Riddle is good, hard worker that will be loyal and dedicated to you, as well as provide a solid home and family. Even if his mother's a bitch, he has a good background and lineage... plus you'd live near him over school breaks.

I actually don't think he'd have that much of an issue with Azul. Yes, he can be shady, but Azul does well in school, is very motivated to become a great business owner, and has a good family that owns a restaurant. The others in this section are also solid people who Crewel thinks would cherish and care for you. Deuce is probably the most surprising… but Deuce is very earnest and cares very deeply for his family. While he may not have the best track record, and doesn't have a rich family, Deuce cares very deeply and will make sure that his partner is happy no matter what. Thus, Crewel approves.

Neutral is pretty self-explanatory, but the “ooh, really?” is very interesting, as it's filled with arguably the richest and prominent students. Which is why he does not like them. Kalim regularly deals with assassination attempts, Leona is an arrogant second-born prince from a nation with numerous issues, and Malleus is the crown-prince of an isolated nation that is known to not like humans. He'd be worried about any sort of stress you'd be under, especially since you'd be publicized, and while he trusts Vil to keep a tight grip on the tabloids due to his career, he can't extend the same courtesy to what are quite frankly political figures. He knows that they have the means, family, and personality to love you. Arguably, these three are the type that once they fall, they fall hard and become devoted to their partner. But… still… are you sure you wanna get with them?

For the bottom tier…. Yeah. The twins are shady troublemakers, and while Azul at least has a good family, Crewel can figure nothing out about the Leech family or what they do. They enjoy scaring other students, and while Jade at least does well in school, he and Floyd are just not what he thinks you deserve. Ace is… well… Ace. Rook, as much as he enjoys having him in class and in the science club, is a bit too eccentric for his tastes. He'd be worried about Rook drawing the line between love and obsession. Finally, Idia is just a shut in who has little to no social skills, bad habits, and lives very far away. Crewel firmly believes that you'd become some sort of house spouse cleaning after a man-child, too busy with his games to help you out.

Overall, though, Crewel knows that he can't control who his pup falls for, but he can give a very solid shovel talk with a very solid warning about what happens to bad dogs that don't treat their partners right.

[calliopieces]

headcanon: Kiyi and Tom-Tom help Maiko get back together after Smoke and Shadow

(this post doubles as sort of a director's commentary on my latest fic that literally no one asked for, but I thought it would be fun to do! LOL)

So we all know that Mai and Zuko broke up in the comics... but their last panel together in Smoke and Shadow Part 3 is them holding their younger siblings, which we can argue leaves things on a pretty hopeful note

(and if we REALLY want to push the Maiko agenda, dare I say it's a foreshadowing of some sorts?)

Additionally, at Emerald City Comic Con 2017 (timestamp 17:52), Gene Luen Yang implied that the breakup is only temporary.

Anyway, shipping aside, I love this part in Smoke and Shadow where Zuko worries about Tom-Tom losing his innocence after getting kidnapped by the 'Kemurikage'. We also find out that him and Mai babysat Tom-Tom on one of their picnic dates.

Going off of this, I have a headcanon that the abducted kids would occasionally gather at the palace after the Kemurikage incident to essentially have group therapy sessions (an initiative by the Fire Lord, because he's worried that the kids might be traumatized). This is how Tom-Tom and Kiyi became friends.

One day, they heard that Mai and Zuko are 'boyfriend-girlfriend'. Here's how it went down on my fic:

“You know, I heard from Dad who heard from other guards who heard from the kitchen ladies that the Fire Lord and Tom-Tom’s sis are boyfriend-girlfriend.”  Hearing Guri, Constable Sung’s son, join in on the conversation made Tom-Tom hyper-aware that he probably shouldn’t say anything bad about Zuko, especially now after knowing that he’s the Fire Lord.

Between the events of the ATLA finale and The Promise Part 2 (which is where Mai breaks up with Zuko in the throne room), I think it's safe to say that Mai would be at the palace for a considerable amount of time. I think it would be funny if the news of their breakup didn't reach ALL of the palace employees---so Kiyi and Tom-Tom took it upon themselves to have their siblings spend more time together.

Another thing I had so much fun writing is this interaction between Mai and Kiyi:

“We already met before. That night in the graveyard,” Mai stated matter-of-factly, causing Kiyi to whip her head up with stuffed cheeks, noodle broth dribbling down her chin. She felt her previously strained smile give way to something more genuine, imagining her younger self.     Instead of scolding her for poor table manners like what her own mother would have done, Mai took out a handkerchief. And, driven by instinct, she wiped the girl’s face—the movements gentle and unhurried.  

Meanwhile, here's my favorite exchange between Zuko and Tom-Tom:

“Do you like my sister, Mister Fire Lord?”  The question took him by great surprise, the fact that Tom-Tom still refused to drop his title never even registered. But despite the unprompted nature of the question, it was one that he could give an answer to at any time of day—and at any stage of his life. “I like your sister very much,” he declared, staring straight into Tom-Tom’s eyes. It was a truth that he has stood by since he was twelve, deeply rooted in the fiber of his being. It was an innate warmth that he believed he would carry forever—one that beats in tandem with his inner fire.  

Near the end of the fic, Mai and Zuko also have a conversation about Azula, and how their messed-up nation didn't give her a normal childhood, while Kiyi and Tom-Tom happily chase glow moths in the background:

“Do you ever look at Kiyi and wonder whether Azula would have been as happy if this country wasn't so messed up?” Mai asked, her gaze curious.  “Every day,” he replied, and generations of siblings being pitted against each other flashed through his mind. “That's why I'm doing my best to give her a normal childhood—with a country that hopefully isn't as messed up.”  “I’m glad that kids today can at least have that much.” She looked at Kiyi and Tom-Tom who were laughing as they continued to chase glow moths, then turned to Zuko with a smirk. “Era of love and peace and all.”

If you've read my rambling all the way to the end, thank you! Here's the link to the fic if you wanna read (please give it some love)

[best-nun-tournament]

Round 3, Match 1

Azula and Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Kraus, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa Ushiromiya (Umineko)

Propaganda under break

Poll Runner's Note: Eva and Azula are kind of similar except unlike Ozai, Kinzo is a huge misogynist. Feels kind of weird to make that distinction though like "Heartwarming! Genocidal Fire Lord respects women!"

Also telling Azula that her brutal murder spree was "inelegant" and "undignified" would work: she'd keep killing people, but she'd try to make it an elegant and dignified murder spree.

Azula and Zuko

Azula tried to kill Zuko multiple times, manipulated him, scared him, she was even kinda happy when Zuko got that big ass face scar. MAN she even said "I'll be celebrating the day i become an ONLY CHILD" and then proceeded to try and kill him. They also compliment each other Zuko is an 100% daddy issues man and Azula is like the mommy issues girl.

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They were always pitted against each other by their father, and indirectly by their mother. She was everything he was not. She liked to tease and torment him and he absolutely seems to dislike being within eyesight of her. Until he found his honor! Then he was able to redirect her lightning and save his nation!

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They are horrible to each other and if they would somehow team up everything would be on fire - literally

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She is the golden child, she knows this and uses it to her advantage She constantly mocks and belittles her brother She tries to kill her brother She tries to kill the people that her brother cares about

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Their whole relationship is just so messed up

Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa Ushiromiya

The four children of billionaire Kinzo Ushiromiya. Every year, they return home to Rokkenjima Island for a family conference. With Kinzo's health declining, to the point where he hardly ever leaves his room, the only topic on their minds is how to carve up his fortune.

Krauss is the eldest, and Kinzo's successor. Even if he's not the smartest of the siblings, his position as heir and imposing physique let him push them around. He even used to beat his younger siblings. Now, they suspect him of abusing his position as Kinzo's caregiver to embezzle their rightful share of the family fortune.

Eva is the second child, and incredibly resentful about it. She despises the fact that despite being so much more intelligent than Krauss, he's always above her just because he's older and a man. She's devoted her whole life to usurping Krauss' position, and then devoted her son's life to becoming the next heir instead of Krauss' daughter. When not scheming against her brother, she loves finding ways to torment and cruelly provoke her siblings, sister-in-law, and the servants.

Rudolf is the third, and with little hope of becoming heir, became a conman and a playboy (though he eventually settled down as a married man and white-collar criminal). Suffering from his sibling's bullying, he turned all their physical and emotional abuse on his sister Rosa. Though unlike Eva, he's stopped being cruel to her as an adult.

Rosa is the youngest sibling, and she's had a terrible life. Even as an adult, she's still terrified of Eva and acts dumb around her for fear of provoking her. But if she was given the opportunity, she could easily make them pay for what she's suffered.

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Brother-sister* shopping

Momo: Maneko-chan, good work today~! We just were at the cafe you recommended earlier!

Momo: It was trendy, both the multi-grain rice and the dessert with soy milk were delicious and my sis was really happy! Thanks!☆

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-san! I'm glad you both liked it!

Option 1:

Tsumugi: Were you able to buy your parents' present?

Momo: Yep, it's perfect (b・ω・d) We ended up going with the pyjamas Yuki recommended earlier! They're made of organic cotton and look really comfortable, so I think they'll like them!

Option 2:

Tsumugi: What did you eat, Momo-san?

Momo: I got a sticky donburi with natto and seafood∼! Even though it was lightly seasoned, it was really delicious and filling +.(≧∀≦)°+.°

Option 3:

Tsumugi: Did your sister say anything?

Momo: She asked if I'd been cleaning my room properly w She knows I'm the type that doesn't tidy up much, it's that obvious huh(; ・`Д・΄)

Momo: Ah, hold on. I just got a rabbitchat from my sis.

Tsumugi: Oh, you're not together at the moment!

Momo: Nope! Apparently there's a furniture shop she wanted to check out for the new house, so she left first∼

Momo: I stayed at the cafe to watch over our stuff ww

Momo: She says to wait a bit longer cause she also wants to check out the light fixtures ((+_+))

Tsumugi: So that's why! Preparing a new house seems challenging ><

Momo: She seems busy since there's a lot that needs to be done, but she's enjoying it too!

Momo: After she's back, I'll help her choose clothes for her fiancée! She said she wants to use me as reference, because we wear the same size!

Tsumugi: You two are so close! I'm a bit envious of siblings who go shopping together.

Tsumugi: I'm an only-child, so I kind of wish I could experience something like that..!

Tsumugi:

Momo: Well then Maneko-chan, I will become your big brother and help you shop for clothes (+・`－・΄)

Tsumugi: It'd be great to have a big brother as caring and attentive as you, Momo-san!

Momo: Really? In that case Momo-chan will aim to become the national big brother!

Momo: I'll always help when you're in trouble and show you just how cool I am☆

Tsumugi:

Momo: Of course, I won't just be spoiling you!

Momo: When you spend too much time playing, I'll kabedon you and say "Games are only allowed for one hour a day (・`－・΄) + stern".

Tsumugi: So that everyone can experience the "NEXT Re:vale" project! lol

Momo: I wonder if I'll get told "no way" again www

Tsumugi: Were you this protective when you were little too?

Momo: (;`・～・) um

Momo: Back then my sis and I would hide under our futon and play games so I probably wasn't this confident ww

Tsumugi: I think a national big brother who'd play with you like this is wonderful too!

Momo: Maneko-chan, you're too kind!

Momo: Alright! I'll aim to be a national big brother who is kind both to those around him and to himself! (`・Д・΄) stern

Tsumugi:

Literally "Older sister and younger brother"

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hey if you don't mind could you please do a robb stark x reader? Idk how but maybe they survive the Red Wedding and she feels anxious about everything and leading robb to express his trauma and then it's just them comforting each other

- thank you <3

Whatever May Come

Request: Hey if you don't mind could you please do a robb stark x reader? Idk how but maybe they survive the Red Wedding and she feels anxious about everything and leading robb to express his trauma and then it's just them comforting each other

Hi! I’m so sorry it took so long to get to this, thank you for being patient. Thank you for the request, this is my first time writing for Robb. To make sense of the story a little bit, the reader is a Tyrell. Her sister is Margaery and her grandmother is Olenna. Also, I’m referencing the Vale in this fic, please pretend that it’s close to Riverrun.

Also, I wrote out Talisa for this request, obviously. She’s replaced by the reader, but the reader isn’t pregnant. She and Robb get hurt, but escape. The rest of the events still unfold as seen in the show, but Robb survives and escapes before the end. Also, I know Arya was there when everything happened, but I’m not writing her in either so I can just focus on the request.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, death, blood and gore, weapons, guilt and trauma, slight mentions and allusions to sex, let me know if i missed anything)

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You had grown up in Highgarden, with your sister Margaery. On Robb’s sixteenth nameday, he was informed of your Father’s and his father’s plans to eventually wed you both. You had met a few times before, when your Father would bring you along to the feasts at Winterfell. 

The North did not have many allies. They were an independent nation, content to govern themselves. But just as the Tully’s swore fealty to the Starks, resulting in Catelyn’s betrothal to Ned, the Tyrells did the same. 

As the second born daughter, and third child overall to the Tyrell family, your position was not as highly valued as your siblings. Loras was a knight, revered around the realm for his charm and skill in combat. Margaery was cunning and beautiful, sure to make for a lucky match with any deserving Lord of the realm. They were both destined for greatness.

You, however, didn’t have a fate as secure. Sure, your dowry was sizable, and your family valued. But you had no real promise for climbing the ladder. You’d eventually be the wife of a respectable Lord, and Mother to his children. It wasn’t a fate you wanted, but you endured it all the same. 

Robb would be Lord of Winterfell one day, and Warden of the North. Your Father had a soft spot for you, and wanted you to be happy, and marry well. Luckily, Ned had a respect for your House, and approved of you enough to court you with his son. He requested that you come to stay with his family, so he could see whether or not you were the right fit for marrying into his family.

You were sent from your home to Winterfell, arriving on Robb’s name day. 

You were scared, dreading the life ahead of you that you had been sold into. You hadn’t seen Robb in years, unable to make it to an annual feast since the two of you were mere children. 

But Robb was the perfect gentleman, instantly easing your fears the moment he greeted you at the gate with his father, a kind smile on his face. 

You instantly clicked, becoming best friends. Neither of your families ever confirmed it, but you both knew that one day, you’d be promised to each other forever. It was like a dream come true. You couldn’t have asked for better.

It turned into a nightmare the day Winterfell received word that Ned had been arrested on charges of treason, and would be sentenced to death. In just a few days, Lords from all over the realm sworn to House Stark flocked to support their new King, effectively bringing everyone into an all out war. 

Robb refused to let you come with him, wanting you and his mother safe and out of harm’s way. You and Catelyn had other plans, eventually leaving Winterfell and joining Robb in the fight. 

In the midst of a war, as the proclaimed King in the North, Robb was responsible for the planning and executing of battle strategies. He knew his enemies were strong, relentless, and viewed as invincible by the common people. 

If he could take Casterly Rock, it would prove to the people that Tywin Lannister was not as strong as he seemed, and that the North had a good chance of winning the war. In order to take Casterly Rock, Robb would have to march his army through the Twins, a piece of land owned by Walder Frey. 

In the chaos of battle after battle and the constant moving of camps, you and Robb had nearly forgotten your family’s plans of marrying you to each other. 

That is until Lord Frey asked Robb to marry one of his daughters, in exchange for passage through his land and the use of his men. 

You told Robb to agree to it. If it came down to choosing you, or choosing his men, you wanted him to choose his men. If it meant that he would win the war with the least amount of casualties on your side, it was the only option he had, at least in your mind. You loved Robb, that was clear to anyone who took more than a second to watch the pair of you together. But you’d settle for being a mistress, or go so far as to give him up entirely, if it meant keeping him alive. He had to win. 

Even if he had to do it without you.

As infuriating as it could be at times, Robb was an honorable man. He would not marry a woman if his heart belonged to another, and he refused to give you up. 

You had told him it was a stupid idea. But no amount of trying to convince him would change his mind once it was set. He was one of the most stubborn men you had ever met, and you knew it wasn’t worth wasting more breath arguing over. You were married in a small ceremony, after Robb decided he couldn’t wait any longer to be with you. 

Every day, he woke up and risked his life for a cause much bigger than himself. He told you that he couldn’t go on, knowing that he wasn’t savoring everything he held dear to him. He wouldn’t take you for granted for another day, not when each day could be his last.

Even his mother agreed, finally approving the match and allowing you to marry.

Afterwards, there was still the matter of Walder Frey, and Robb’s promise to him.

As a compromise, Lord Frey agreed to marry Robb’s uncle, Edmure, to one of his daughters, in exchange for passage through his land. Robb kept his promise, and convinced his uncle to marry one of the daughters.

You attended a celebration, in honor of Edmure and his betrothed. 

Lord Frey allowed you into his home, extending his hospitality to you and the Northmen. Robb gave his apologies to Lord Frey, his daughters, and his granddaughters. You gave your apologies for your part in it as well. It was dismissed as water under the bridge, and the festivities continued. 

That night, while the men made camp outside, a small group of you attended the wedding. 

You stood beside Robb during the ceremony, watching as Lord Frey led his daughter down the aisle, where Edmure anxiously waited at the end. When the bride reached the end of the aisle, her father removed her veil, revealing his daughter to the room.

You let out a quiet gasp, and Robb turned to you, whispering in your ear. 

“What is it?”

“She’s beautiful,” you said, keeping your eyes on her. “You may have missed an opportunity here, I regret to admit.”

Robb fought a smile, returning his gaze to the betrothed. “Don’t be daft. You’re the most beautiful woman in this room, and you know it.”

You felt the heat creep up to your cheeks, ever so slightly shaking your head.

“Hush. Pay attention.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yes, My Queen. As you command.”

—

After the ceremony, the festivities were moved into the banquet hall. Men lined the banisters overhead, playing tunes for the guests. People laughed, danced, and chattered while the servants came around with ale. A group in the middle had taken to dancing, or for a more accurate phrase, stumbling around drunk. 

Robb laughed as he watched them, making you smile. The war had kept his smile from him for so long, it had been ages since you'd seen it or heard him laugh.

Somewhere throughout the night, Lord Edmure and his new bride had been whisked away for the bedding ceremony, a sight that you rolled your eyes at.

“It’s tradition,” Robb said, grabbing your hand in his.

“A barbaric tradition. As if it isn’t already a humiliating enough experience for a girl to be with a man for the first time. Now she’ll have half of the party in there, drunk and watching.”

Robb smiled softly at you as you spoke, squeezing your hand. “I couldn’t say no, darling. Lord Frey is already quite cross with me, we have to give him his little joys. My Uncle and Lady Frey were smiling, it isn’t as if I’ve forced them to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you said, smiling back. “It doesn’t make it any less of a stupid tradition. I pity her.”

“Oh, what would you know? You didn’t have to do it,” he teased, grinning.

“And you were all the luckier for it. I wouldn’t have been as nice as I was, which if I recall correctly, you seemed to very much enjoy. You’d have left our chambers taking a few drunk Lords to the Maester and returned to a locked door. I do hope he knows how to properly heal broken noses.”

Robb let out a chuckle at your words, warming your heart at the sound of it. “Lucky I forbade it then, aren’t I? Saved a few people from a bloody evening.”

“And yourself from a rather unfortunate one, as well. I’d count us both lucky, Your Grace,” you teased back, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

The night continued on, the festivities still lively. Across the hall, Lady Catelyn was sitting with her uncle and Lord Bolton. A servant came over to fill their cups, when Lord Bolton abstained. 

You raised a brow, listening in on his words as best you could.

“I never drink, My Lady. It dulls the senses.”

“That’s the point,” the Blackfish said, standing to find a bathroom. 

You watched the path he took to walk out, stilling in your chair when you noticed that the hall doors had been shut just as he left. It was a wedding and a feast, people should have been able to come and go as they pleased. Why would the doors be shut? Lady Catelyn seemed to notice as well, standing up as a few stray men in armor entered the room.

The men on the balcony played a solemn tune, one you recognized to be The Rains of Castamere. 

You were not an idiot. You had heard that song before, you knew its origins. Your Grandmother, the Lady Olenna of House Tyrell, raised you and your sister well. She taught you to pay attention to every detail, and to never walk into a room without knowing every crevice of it. You had learned from the best. And you knew something was wrong. 

Lady Catelyn knew it, too.

You turned to your husband, grabbing his arm. “Robb–”

“Your Grace,” Lord Frey interrupted, standing up and silencing the room.

Robb stood up, walking to stand in front of Lord Frey’s table at the front of the room. You slowly and quietly backed your chair away from the table while everyone took their seats, giving yourself room to stand quickly. You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach, but it wouldn’t let you ignore it. Trusting your instincts, you slowly reached for your boot, where you kept a dagger inconspicuously strapped to it. 

That was another thing your Grandmother taught you. To always be prepared, to be one step ahead, and to always be the one to surprise.

“I feel I’ve been remiss, in my duties,” Lord Frey said, eyes on Robb. “I’ve given you meat and wine and music…but I haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. My King has married and I owe my new Queen a wedding gift.”

“Robb!” Catelyn suddenly called out, slapping Lord Bolton across the face, who bolted across the room the second he could get free. 

Robb turned just in time to see one of Walder Frey’s soldiers, coming at you with a dagger. Just as you felt a hand grab your shoulder and a sharp blade graze your throat, you dislodged the dagger from your boot, spinning around and plunging it into your attacker’s throat.

Robb moved to rush to you, but one of the men on the balcony shot an arrow at him, sticking him in the shoulder. He let out a groan, stumbling back. Across the room, his mother had been shot as well.

“No!” You screamed, diving to the floor as arrows began to fly, massacring the Northmen inside. 

Robb had been struck with another arrow, sending him tumbling to the ground. You grasped for him, hooking your arms under his and straining to pull him as close to you as you could. Shielded partially by the table, you held your blade’s hilt between your teeth, checking Robb’s wounds. He was bleeding, but luckily was still conscious, just in shock. 

“Y/N,” he murmured, dazed.

“Quiet,” you whispered, hushed. “I’m getting us out of here.”

Screams echoed throughout the hall, and you shielded Robb as men scrambled to get free. Chaos erupted around you, all while Walder Frey sat at his table, his goblet raised. 

You scanned around the room, looking for your best way out. You pulled Robb up, snapping the ends of the arrows off. If you pulled them out, he could bleed out. It was easier this way, and he’d make it long enough to be treated. He groaned in pain, tears brimming in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, cradling his face. “You have to help me. You have to stand up. We just have to get to that corridor, it’s unmanned. Walder’s son was guarding it earlier, he isn’t there anymore. Robb, please. I can’t do this without you.”

“Mother,” he whispered, leaning up. “Where is she?”

You looked around, spotting her under a table. She had pulled an arrow from her back, and was reaching for the blade of a dead man on the floor. Suddenly, she was grasped by her hair and pulled out from under the table.

“No–”

You covered Robb’s mouth with your hand, willing him to be quiet. “If they see us, we’ll both die. I can’t let you die, I won’t.”

He struggled in your grip, and you bent down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You shifted him off your lap, gripping your blade tight. “I’ll help her, alright? Please stay here. Please.”

Before he could protest, you began crawling out from under the table. You eased your way as out of sight as you could, following where Catelyn had been dragged. She was doing her best to fight off her captor, and was successful, if only for a moment. 

Soldier’s came to the man’s aid, holding her still as they brought her in front of Lord Frey’s table. 

“What shall we do with her, sire?”

Lord Frey pondered it a moment, smirking. Lady Catelyn fought with her life, scratching and kicking her captors, drawing blood. They groaned and faltered as she screamed, clawing to get free. 

Finally, Lord Frey pointed to her, before calling over more of his men. “Kill the bitch.”

You watched in horror as her hair was grabbed by a man from behind, her head tilted back. In the end, it took five men to hold her still, hardly able to contain her. A blade was passed to the closest man, and her throat was slit. She crumpled to the floor in a pool of her own blood, her eyes still open and staring right through you. 

You scrambled to get back to Robb, who had pushed himself up to his knees. Tears were freely falling down his face, and he let out a sound of anguish as you slid to his side, pulling him into you. 

“Don’t look,” you said, holding him tight. “Don’t look. Listen to me, Robb. We have to get out of here. We have to keep fighting, alright? Are you hearing me?”

He nodded into your shoulder, pulling his head up. Your heart ached as you saw the look on his face, nothing but pure agony. He willed himself to be strong, to be strong for you. He shelved his emotions, his face growing cold as he looked around. Roose Bolton had reentered the room, presumably looking for the two of you. Robb turned his attention back to you, grabbing your hand.

“I’m hearing you. Where do we go?”

You pointed to the corridor in the corner of the room, still left unmanned. “We have to go that way. It will lead deeper into the castle, but away from the camps outside. He will have sent most of his men outside to kill our armies.”

Robb seethed, his eyes filled with rage and sorrow. You shook your head, squeezing his hand. 

“Robb, listen to me. We will avenge them. All of them. And we will get revenge for your Mother. The North will always remember, and they will never forgive. We’ll gather our armies. We’ll fight, and we’ll win. We have been betrayed, but we have not lost. We will win, I promise you that…but only if we get out of here. It will mean nothing, and they will have died for nothing, if we don’t get out of here.”

Robb hurriedly nodded, placing your dagger back in your boot. He reached for a dead man’s sword, passing it to you. He unsheathed his own sword, crawling out from beneath the table. He reached for your hand, quickly pulling you up. 

“You know how to use it, and you must. Hold on to my coat. Stay behind me, and whatever you do, don’t let go.”

You nodded, holding onto him. You gripped the sword tight in your free hand, the other clutched tightly to Robb’s coat. You wildly looked around, waiting for an opening. The second one cleared, you yelled for him to go, quickly following after him.

Robb cut down every man in your path that night.

Every soldier that got within a few feet of you both, he cut down without hesitation. You clung to him, stabbing and slicing whatever came near you. Together, you made it out of the hall and into the corridor, where you took the lead. 

You led the pair of you out the back of the castle, while the front was in battle. Together, you fled into the night, trying your hardest not to listen to the sound of your men’s screams. 

—

That night, you fled on foot. Robb was injured, and couldn’t travel fast. Luckily, a few bands of men had escaped the Frey’s attack, and found you on the road with a few horses. You rode through the night all the way to the Vale, where you arrived in the early morning. 

Robb’s Aunt, the Lady Arryn, allowed you and your men into her home, as you seeked asylum. 

You trusted her well enough. After all, she was Catelyn’s sister. While you were not particularly close with either woman, a familiar name brought you comfort. Stark, Arryn, Tully, it was all name to a house you and Robb would be welcome home in. 

Robb was seen by the Maester, who bandaged him up as best he could. He told you to keep Robb off his feet as best you could for the next few days. It was best to lie low anyways. Although the Eyrie was loyal to the North, and would protect the man named King in the North, there was still the possibility of spies and betrayal. 

Just as you got Robb into bed in your chambers, a raven arrived from Riverrun. You promised him you’d be back shortly, and went into the throne room to hear Lady Arryn deliver the message.

The Blackfish, Catelyn’s uncle, had escaped the Twins and returned to his home to prepare his army for a potential battle with the Lannister army. He would hold his fort, and await for further instruction. Edmure Tully had been captured. Roose Bolton had betrayed the North. Tywin Lannister offered to name him Warden of the North, only if he was successful in assassinating you and Robb. Your deaths and the death of your army would end the war, allowing the Lannister’s to pull their army back to King’s Landing. 

Although the attempts on your life were unsuccessful, others weren’t. Nearly three quarters of the combined army who had followed you to the Twins were slaughtered there. The rest narrowly escaped with their lives, and assumedly were fleeing back home. It was confirmed that Lady Catelyn, Robb’s mother, had been murdered. Greywind, Robb’s direwolf, had been slain as well.

When you returned to your chambers, the hour still early, Robb had sat up in bed, groaning in pain. You sat down next to him, gently laying your hand on his arm, With tears in your eyes, you informed him of the betrayal, and the confirmed deaths on your side. 

“The Blackfish sent word. Roose Bolton and Walder Frey betrayed us, paid off by the Lannisters. Over half the Northern army is dead, the rest captured or seen fleeing. Greywind was put down…and your mother.”

His face crumbled, and he broke down into tears. He slumped into your lap, desperately clutching at the fabric of your dress. He gripped you tight, sobs muffled into your stomach. You fought your own tears, wrapping Robb tight in your arms.

He cried himself to sleep, nearly making himself sick.

—

The next morning, Robb didn’t speak of the night before. 

In the following days, he didn’t utter a word about it to you, only speaking of it to the Lord’s who still supported the North. Ravens came back and forth to the Eyrie, and only a seldom number of houses knew you and Robb had seeked shelter in the Vale.

Robb spent much of his time distracting himself, in the training yard with his young cousin Robyn, or out on horseback. Lords came and went, speaking of battle plans.

You didn’t know much about them. You weren’t there to hear them, and Robb wouldn’t tell you when you asked. 

Unlike Robb, you could hardly leave your chambers.

You were not a weak person. You weren’t raised to be easily frightened or overwhelmed. You had been taught better than that, your Grandmother made sure of it. But when you awoke the morning after you arrived at the Vale, and your husband was able to get up and leave your chambers, you were simply frozen in bed. Petrified and paranoid, afraid that anyone who made it past the guards had come to collect for the price on your head.

It tormented you for days. Slowly, you were able to leave your chambers, but you couldn’t go far. Robb kept to himself, finding it hard to even look at you. He did his duties, and returned to your chambers every night, but he wasn’t really there. 

One evening, Lady Arryn called everyone to dinner, in memory of her sister. The thought of leaving your chambers made you sick, but you didn’t have it in your heart to say no to either Robb or Lady Arryn. You were obliged to attend, and you and Robb got ready in silence. You still wore black, as a sign of mourning. 

Across the room, Robb finally called for you. He hadn’t spoken more than a few words to you in days. But he finally did, standing in front of the mirror. 

“Y/N?” He asked, turning to you. “Could you help me?”

You stood up from sitting on the edge of the bed, moving to stand beside him. “What is it?”

He slowly handed you an embroidered black ribbon, the edges frayed. You furrowed a brow, looking up at him. His face was solemn. 

“It was my mothers,” he said, and your face softened. “I want to wear it tonight, but I don’t know where to put it. My Aunt said she used to tie it in her hair.”

His voice caught at the end of his sentence, and you rested your hand on his shoulder, easing him. 

“As pretty as you would look with a ribbon in your hair,” you grinned, making Robb crack a small smile. “I expect we can think of something more practical. How about we cuff your sleeves? We can tie it around your wrist. Hmm?”

He nodded, letting out a shaky breath. He held out his hand for you to take, and you gently rolled his sleeve before securing the ribbon around his wrist. You pulled a ribbon from your own hair, tying it around his other wrist.

“There. Are we ready?”

He nodded, holding his arm out for you to take. “We are. Thank you, love.”

He guided the pair of you to dinner, a pit settled in both your stomachs. A cloud of sadness hung over both your heads, casting its shadow over the rest of your evening. During the meal, Lady Arryn told stories of her childhood with her sister, with tears in her eyes. You laughed together, remembering Catelyn. Robb told a few stories of his own. 

“You’ll remember this, darling, you had already come to stay with us,” he said, turning to look at you. “It was the day we found the direwolves. One for each of us. Mother griped and griped at Father when we returned with them, a pup under each arm. It took us days to get her to accept them. She called them beasts, always tripping with them underfoot while they followed us around. I think the first time she accepted them was when Y/N and I were out in the courtyard. Mother was on the balcony, watching us play with Rickon.”

Robb smiled as he spoke, reaching for your hand. “Rickon was running after Y/N, and he accidentally stepped on the back of her dress. The end of it ripped, and they both fell. Nobody was hurt, they were laughing by the time they hit the ground. But Greywind bounded over, sniffing around. Making sure they were alright.”

Robb paused, looking at his lap, taking a minute to pull himself together. 

You squeezed his hand, running your thumb over the back of his knuckles. “I’ll finish the story, love.”

“No, no,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’m alright. I can do it. Anyway, I rushed over, making sure they were alright. Y/N was being dramatic, making a big fuss over her dress being ripped. She was trying to make Rickon laugh, he looked a little bewildered and guilty. The whole time, Greywind was standing over us all while we were sitting in the dirt. A guard came over, and he bent down to help Rickon and Y/N up. But Greywind, still only a small little thing, darted in front of them. All teeth and snarls, blocking the guard from getting to them. I doubt at that age he could have done much damage, but he sure was ready to try his best.”

Everyone chuckled, taking sips of their drinks around the table. You smiled at the memory, squeezing Robb’s hand again. He continued.

“I had to call Greywind off. Just like that, he was back at our sides, all content. As if he wasn’t ready to chew off that guard’s hand. He was so protective of us all, from the beginning. And he minded well. We got everyone up and headed to get cleaned up, and Mother whistled from the balcony. We all looked up, and she was grinning. ‘Bring me my son,’ she said. ‘And get that dog a bone.’ And she went inside. That was it.”

A tear streamed down Robb’s face, and he quickly wiped it away. “I’m really going to miss them.”

Lady Arryn nodded, wiping her own tears. “Me too, my boy. Me too.”

—

That evening after dinner, you guided Robb quietly back to your chambers. He didn’t say a word on the way back, only stopping to open the door for you. You both undressed, getting ready for bed. You had your back to him, only turning around once you had finished. When you finally turned around, your heart broke at the sight of him.

Robb stood in front of the mirror with his shirt off, pulling at the scars the two arrows left on his torso.

It was the first time Robb had left his shirt off long enough for you to see them in a while. The day he stopped needing you to help him dress, he kept them covered and out of your sight. But here he was, right before you. Vulnerable, and sad. 

You slowly walked over to him, laying your hand on his shoulder blade. His eyes met yours in the mirror, and his face crumbled once again. You wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, resting your cheek in the middle of his back. He clutched at your arms, his head hung low. 

He turned around in your arms, bringing you into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, pulling back to see his face. “Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“There is!” He said, angrily wiping at his tears. “I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t protect any of them!”

“It is not your fault,” you reassured, gripping his arms.

“It is! You’re cowering around the castle, barely able to leave our chambers. I can barely look at you without being eaten alive with guilt. I should have seen it coming. But I was selfish, and I let my men pay the price for it. And Greywind…my Mother…”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you. He held you tightly, hiding his face in your neck. You could feel his tears land on your skin, and you felt a twinge in your heart.

“My sweet boy,” you said, moving to cradle his face in your palms. “You will not blame yourself. I won’t hear any more of it! It isn’t your fault, no more than it is mine. There was no way to see this coming. We did what we had to do, Robb. We couldn’t save them. But we could avenge them. And the only way to do that was ensuring we made it out alive. I’m so sorry we couldn’t do more.”

You gently ran your fingers along the scars on his torso, feeling him tense under your touch. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. 

“I won’t lie to you, Robb. I was scared. I’m still scared. But hear me, and hear me well. It is not, and it will never be your fault. There is nothing you could have done. Nothing. But we will avenge them all, I promise you that. They didn’t die for nothing.”

Robb covered his eyes with the heels of his hands, nearly gasping for breath as he cried. He clutched at his chest, his voice raw. “It hurts. Make it stop, please.”

He looked small like this. Just a boy, thrust into the nasty grip of war. It was tearing him apart. You gently walked him back until you reached the foot of the bed, easing him down onto it. He sat, and you stood between his legs, cradling his face.

“I know, my love. I know.”

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After a while, the air had calmed. You were now in bed, laying facing each other. Robb was running a finger up and down your arm, keeping his eyes low.

His voice was quiet. “I miss them. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing them.”

You nodded, settling into his chest. “That’s alright. I think you’ll always miss them. But it will get easier…it has to. They’ll always be with you.”

Your voice shook as you spoke. He protectively wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss into your hair, holding you tight. It was quiet another moment, before he spoke again, whispering to you.

“You’re safe with me. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but he didn’t feel assured. You didn’t, either.

“I mean it. You never have to worry about your safety with me. I’ll protect you with my life if I have to. And I plan on living a long and happy life, with you by my side. You’re stuck with me, alright? My girl. My Queen.”

You let out a breathy laugh, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You closed your eyes to keep them from falling, pressing yourself further into Robb’s side.

“I believe you, my love. My King. We’ll be alright. I believe that, too.”

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A/N - Hi! This one got a little long, sorry. I hope it was what you were looking for, and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think!”

[predvestnik]

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tagged by :    @viaetor !! <3 tagging :  @ccaptain @visionheld (Kaveh or Diluc) @snowtombedstar @csial @melodicbreeze @verdantluxury (Lumine) and it's also up for stealing

—    basics.

▸  is your muse tall    /    short    /    average ? Tall, around 6'2

▸       are they okay with their height ? He doesn't care much for it outside of making his siblings happy by letting them dangle off his arms or climb his back now and then.

▸      what’s their hair like ? Silky, almost thick strands with subtle waves. He has random paler strands that are growing in quantity by the minute but so far are well hidden among the naturally sunset-colored ones. He is the one trimming it now and then.

▸     do they spend a  lot of time on their hair     /    grooming ? Not at all, washing and combing are essentially the extent of his routine with it. It isn't unkempt by any means, but it also doesn't demand much attention.

▸      does your muse care about their appearance   /   what others think ? No, if it's about how he looks but a hard yes for anything else. He may not go after it, but he's a big fan of praises, of having his feats acknowledged and respected. It sends him over the moon. Inversely, criticism will seldom earn a serious response from him, even if he does reflect back on them to fish for anything constructive he can use to hone himself.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?  sunshine. ▸      forest    or    beach ?      beach. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      metals. ▸      flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers. ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      personality. ▸      being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     being alone. ▸      order    or    anarchy ?   order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful truths. ▸      science    or    magic ?     magic. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?    peace. ▸      night    or    day ?     night. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?   dusk. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     cold. ▸      many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?   few close friends. ▸      reading    or    playing    a    game ?      playing a game.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what are some of your muse’s bad habits ? As a hyper vigilant individual, he doesn't sleep. He no longer needs it in the same way a regular human does ever since inheriting the Foul Legacy (+everything that came from his connection to Skirk and the Foul) and acquiring his status as a neohuman. That, paired with him always anticipating conflict, makes sleeping an undesirable routine. Still, his stress levels could take a dive if he napped more often. He also prefers to do everything on his own, seldom taking any of the companies under his hierarchy with him, which has, in turn, caused some of them to be shared among other leaders for logistics reasons and shrunk his squad to the point that he mostly borrows workforce (so far, only from Pantalone) when he needs it in other nations.

▸      has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ? Close, not yet and hopefully he won't, but he's lost many comrades throughout his history with the Fatui and, although it's set with him that those who join it are certain of their fate, it still aches very deep inside how it was not a destiny some of them really wished.

▸      what are some fond memories your muse has ? Most of them involve his family. The evenings spent with his father and older siblings by a campfire, listening to tales of great adventurers under the aurora; getting his first fishing rod and the one experience with it that landed him face first into the freezing waters while trying to catch a particularly stubborn and rowdy fish; Teucer's birth and how he nagged his mother constantly to watch him sleep in his crib; Tonia's tight hug when he came back home after his conscription into the Fatui.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill ? Yes, he will kill if he must. He will try anything else if he can spare innocent lives, but if all else fails, he will still go for it.

▸      what’s it like when your muse breaks down ? Sadness makes him nearly catatonic, unable to speak, unwilling to move. He will withdraw where he can't be reached and let it run its course. The worst of it is how it makes him feel powerless and naked of everything he's worked hard for, his shoulders may shake but he can't seem to bring himself to cry, and then comes the numbness. If someone he's, like, really close to wants to go after him anyway and tries to offer comfort, he will likely decline it at first but become a crumpled creature if they somehow manage to get him in their arms.

▸      is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ? Yes but the roster of people he trusts with that is so small that it's almost a no, also because he's unhealthily confident that he won't ever need to and if he does, it's because he's willing to make the sacrifice anyway.

▸      what’s your muse like when they’re in love ? Doting, attentive and attuned to his partner's likes and dislikes. Childe is giving in many senses: material, emotional and physical. He will do nearly everything in his power to make them feel seen and wanted despite his non negotiable periods of absence — expect letters, shipments, and couriers knocking on their door to check up on them and deliver special gifts. He is not one to easily fall in love, but becomes a whole entire fool once he does. He's naturally protective, too, but not blindly.

He isn't exactly insecure, but he's resigned to the fact that, maybe, the arrangements of a relationship with him aren't ideal for a partner that looks for or expects him to be around for long or all the time, so he may lack tact, sound detached from it, when addressing this one aspect of being in a relationship with him, which might make others think he doesn't miss them or care to be together. This goes to how he is very open about the possibility of dying out there as well, oops.

[vivalavi-daa]

Fav 2022 K-Dramas/Movies

1. My Liberation Notes

About: Three siblings, exhausted by the monotony of day to day adulthood, seek to find fulfillment and freedom from their unremarkable lives

Honestly, no one did it like My Liberation Notes. The way they captured the mundane lives of adults, the longing for happiness, freedom, and the loneliness of it all. The way they depicted all that through raw lines, monologues, and even silence that gave even deeper meanings. To say I love this show is an understatement 🥺

2. Extraordinary Attorney Woo

About: Woo Young Woo, a woman on the spectrum that tackles challenges as a newbie at a top law firm

This show is popular for a reason. It has everything you could ask for in a kdrama: feel good vibes, heartwarming stories, heart-fluttering love, found family, and interesting characters (with brilliant acting). Although we couldn't expect Woo Young Woo to be representative for all people with autism (since autism is considered as a spectrum), but I love the way her portrayal in this show was educative while also really fun to watch 🤍

3. Twenty Five Twenty One

About: In a time where dreams seem out of reach, a teen fencer pursues her ambitions and meets a hardworking young man who seeks to rebuilds his life.

Couldn't express how much it's comforting to watch the two main characters build connection in the pursuit of happiness. The fact that these two people share different perspectives in life (one was hopeful & optimistic, while the other one was realistic) was its charm. Not to mention the growing bond of the friendship between them and their friends. Together, they make every scene seemed refreshing and entertaining to watch. It was truly an uplifting youth show that brightened last year's atmosphere ✨

4. Alchemy of Souls

About: A powerful sorceress in a blind woman's body encounters a man from a prestigious family, who wants her help to change his destiny.

Love, love the world building of this one! Also, the gripping love stories that took "I'll love every version of you" seriously 🥺. It was captivating how observant every characters in this show were & the way they unfold the stories. Even the action scenes portrayed like an art. Therefore, even though it has many episodes with long duration, I wasn't bored at all.

5. Little Women

About: Three sisters become embroiled in a major incident and face off against the wealthiest family in the nation

The fact that two of my fave actresses (Nam jihyun & Kim goeun) casted in one kdrama was such a dream!! It's a women centric kdrama i could say, from the way the main characters, writer, & director are all women <3. I love that it has such morally grey characters and a story that's full of intriguing misteries. It kept me on the edge of my seat.

6. 20th Century Girl

About: A teen girl has her eyes set on a boy for her lovesick best friend. However, things become complicated when she falls in love and is forced to choose between love and friendship

A heartening youth stories that every fan of 2521 should watch! Again, the plot seemed cliche but it still managed to enthralled you with sweet & fun interactions between the main characters, their growing romance, and what comes for them in the future. It was a rollercoaster of emotion but I really enjoyed it to end <3

7. Business Proposal

About: Hari, a regular employee, shows up to a blind date in disguise of her rich friend to scare him away. Things go awry when he turns out to be her CEO and makes a proposal.

Normally, a kdrama with a cliche plot and some cringe lines wasn't my piece of cake. But Business Proposal is something else I guess. It managed to make even the cliche plot entertaining to watch, still. I didn't expect that I'd laugh this much while watching this show, but I did. Their actings were so fun to watch and it's such a light kdrama that i enjoyed to watch.

Addition: Fav K-Drama (Not Released in 2022) that I've Watched Last Year

Prison Playbook

About: a legendary Korean baseball player whose life change after he chases a man who harasses his sister and finds himself spending a year in prison.

This is such a gem for a slice of life genre! From the director of Hospital Playlist & Reply series, you could expect some heartwarming feels coming from every characters' background stories. Despite the serious & harsh life we could thought of from prison life, this kdrama have many comical scenes, a series of roommates bickering, & such a moving found family. I wish the director would make more of these 🥺🤍

K-Drama Recommendations: 8/?

[strmrunner]

LIKE A SUGARY CONCOCTION SHOVED INTO A LOCKER. 　 ── 　 caution: mentions of death, blood, murder, and suicide further down. 　 In 2007, STRUMRUNNER Media—poorly named SWARM Entertainment at the time—entered the world of music with the debut of their first fictional boy group CANDYHEARTZ. Hitting the stage with the popular, yet highly controversial, single Descent of Warriors, they were met with instant success and skyrocketed in popularity, even gaining the attention of people overseas for the bone-chilling and blunt lyrics. Many praised and criticized the song, saying that it was great to be spreading this message but that they were capitalizing on people’s pain. 

This would do little to slow their growth; coming back with the single Last Romeo, the seven took on a completely different tone of voice by proclaiming their love in this dreamy and upbeat song. CandyHeartz would take on the roles of high school crushes and quickly became the standard for boy groups in the nation, considered to be the starting blueprint. 

However, the rug would be pulled from beneath them when their fellow group mate and leader, Park Daejung, was found dead in his studio only two years into their career. The remaining members would go on to release one last song under the new leadership of Choi Seomin, before collectively deciding to disband, unable to see a proper way forward without the core member of their group. 

Nowadays, the six are seldomly seen hanging out together in public, though they’ve each said they keep close contact with each other. Twice a year they join hands on stage again, once on their debut date and also on Daejung’s birthday, to honour the group and their fallen friend.

─── 　 THE BASICS .

DEBUT DATE: 　 September  13th  2OO7

DISBANDMENT DATE: 　 December  31st  2O1O

YEARS ACTIVE: 　 3 Years  &  3 Months  ( 2OO7 — 2O1O )

FANDOM NAME: 　 SUGARUSH 

OFFICIAL COLOURS: 　 Banana Taffy  ( #F9CB40 )   Berry Blast  ( #CA2E55 )   Electric Raspberry  ( #009FFD ) 

FANDOM COLOURS: 　 Tart Green Apple  ( #71B48D )   Watermelon Crush  ( #F9B9B7 )

CONCEPT: 　 High School Cliques and Romance – A theme inspired by western media like Heathers, High School Musical, and Grease where each member represents a different high school stereotype.

─── 　 THE LINEUP .

MOON BYEONGHO 　 aka THE SWEETHEART  ──  1985. 　 MAIN VOCALIST.  LYRICIST.  

Soft and kind are the two words most would use to describe Byeongho. Known for doting on the members the most and being able to portray such heavy emotion when singing, many were happy to see him re-debut as a soloist once the group had officially broken up. He continues to send money to Daejung’s younger siblings to help pay for living expenses and schooling.

IM YEONGSU 　 aka THE HEARTBREAKER  ──  1986. 　 RAPPER.  DANCER.  VISUAL.  

Known as the heartthrob of CandyHeartz and the most popular member, Yeongsu was hit the hardest with the news of Daejung’s passing; the two had been friends since diapers and promised to make it big together in the music world. Although he stayed with the company, Yeongsu practically disappeared from the public eye, keeping to the shadows until his reappearance nearly three years later as a soloist.

PARK DAEJUNG 　 aka THE POPULAR KID  ──  1986. 　 LEADER.  MAIN RAPPER.  PRODUCER.  FOTG.

Regarded as the heart and driver of CandyHeartz, many would collectively agree that Daejung was the sole reason for the band's existence. On May 31st 2010, during one of group’s breaks, family and fellow group members contacted the police with worries about the leader, stating that he hadn’t contacted any of them for a few days—behaviour that was highly uncharacteristic of the social butterfly. Police found him only hours later, slumped over in his work chair at the studio, bloody and unconscious. Dead. Originally ruling it as suicide, they only agreed to look into the crime further after heavy pressure from both fans and those closely concerned with the star came rolling in. To everyone, it was obvious that foul play was involved but till this day, Daejung’s case has still yet to be solved and the killer still remains at large.

CHOI SEOMIN 　 aka THE BRAINS  ──  1986. 　 MAIN VOCALIST.  PRODUCER.

If Daejung was the heart of the group, then Seomin was the mind. Known for his talents in producing and great determination, it was no shock to the public when Seomin was chosen as the new leader, serving as such until the group’s disbandment. Besides the other former members, no one truly knows what he does with his life nowadays. However when the new CEO of the rebranded STRMRUNNER Media was revealed in 2016, many believed it to be him and still do til this day.

OH JEONGHUN 　 aka THE JOCK  ──  1988. 　 RAPPER.  VOCALIST.  PRODUCER.  

Easily the most curious member, Jeonghun was the one to make the first call in the brief search for Daejung. He went on to blame himself, thinking that if he had checked in more, the leader’s death could’ve been prevented. Having stayed with SWARM Entertainment after the group’s disbandment, Jeonghun hasn’t shied away from the spotlight, becoming a known producer within their staff under the name JUDAS. 

KIM HYEONJUN 　 aka THE LONER  ──  1989. 　 MAIN DANCER.  VOCALIST. CHOREOEGRAPHER.

Already known for being quiet, Hyeonjun had practically turned into a ghost following Daejung’s death. Many pointed out how he’d withdrawn further into his shell, no longer the witty and blunt young man they were used to. He parted ways from SWARM Entertainment after their disbandment and opened up his own dance studio not too far from Daejung’s hometown, honouring the elder’s wishes to bring arts and music to his rundown neighbourhood.

LEE YUCHAN 　 aka THE NEW KID  ──  1990. 　 MAKNAE.  DANCER.  VOCALIST.  

As the last to hear about Daejung, Yuchan regrettably lived in a state of denial in the following weeks after, only coming to his senses when prompted to vote for their new leader. Following the disbandment of the group, Yuchan chose to stay with the company, but went on to pursue a degree in psychology before coming back as a dance instructor. Living a mainly quiet life, he rose to become a prominent advocate for idol mental health awareness over the years.

─── 　 THE DISCOGRAPHY .

DESCENT OF WARRIORS  ──  2OO7.  DEBUT SINGLE. 

LAST ROMEO  ──  2OO7.  SINGLE.

REPLAY  ──  2OO8.  EP.

JULIETTE  ──  2OO8.  EP.

MAN IN LOVE  ──  2OO9.  EP.

HEART ATTACK  ──  2OO9.  EP.

SWEET GIRL  ──  2O1O.  EP.

SPRING SNOW  ──  2O1O.  SINGLE.

[yan-senna]

Meet Your Fiancée (Zuko)

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Zuko’s parents tell him that they have found a suitable partner for him. How will the Fire Prince react? And will he be happy with his parents’ decision?

This is a request from SophiaP_05 on Wattpad. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy!

Published: 3/24/2023

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Warning: Arranged marriage, scars and siblings mocking each other

It’s an ordinary day in the Fire Nation. Zuko is inside his room, relaxing. That is until his sister walks inside without knocking.

“Father and Mother are asking for you, Zuko. Don’t keep them waiting” Azula says, an evil grin on her face.

Zuko is puzzled. Azula seems to know what they want to talk to him about, and knowing her, she would only be grinning like that if it meant something bad for him. But what could it be?

The Fire Prince decides to find out and leaves his room, finding his parents in the throne room. He bows. “Father, Mother. You wanted to speak to me?” he asks.

His father nods. “Yes, Zuko. We’ll make it short. Your mother and I have found you a suitable partner. You will meet the girl and her parents tomorrow” Ozai states.

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If you liked this, then you might also like “Love at First Tea” (Zuko)!

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[chillingxy]

Trick or Treat! -@antimony-medusa

This is my dog Blade (Named after Technoblade, yes<3) and he was my best friend. He recently came to visit us from the afterlife and played with his siblings at home, had his favorite meal and made us company for a day. Let me tell you about día de los muertos or day of the death.

TLDR: One of many versions of the myth of day of the death, what it often means and why it's cool.

ALSO! I'm (unfortunately) not a historian. I just got mexica/aztec history, mythology and cosmovision as special interests of mine since my senior year or highschool so most of my knowledge is for classes, asking my teachers, studying for exams and researching on my own. There's a lot of myths and legends about this beautiful tradition and this is just the one I know, so if you're interested, please feel free to be curious and do the same!

Back when the Aztecs were the biggest empire in America, whenever a person died by natural causes, it was said their souls were going to travel to the Mictlán (Nahuatl for place of the death), which is similar to hell but not as such as Hell, since Mictlán is the death new home, rather than a punishment. And it too has 9 different levels with 9 different tests by the god mictlantecuhtli and his wife mictecacíhuatl (god and goddess of the place of the death, respectively) for the souls to reach eternal rest.

(This is the place where most people would go, but there's, if I remember correctly, around 3, maybe 4 afterlife places souls would go, but that's a ramble for another time.)

The very entrance of the Mictlán is a river that souls need to cross in order to get in. Here, xoloitzcuintles (xolotl means monster/weird thing and itzcuintle means dog, so literally translating it means weird dog or dog monster. As a fun fact, axolotl literally translates to water monster since it has -xolotl) would help them to get across, but only and ONLY IF souls, when alive, were kind to animals. Thus Aztecas having xoloitzcuintles as lower deities.

But the 9 trials were tough, and mictlantecuhtli didn't know what to do to motivate souls to get through all of them. So then he allowed for them to go back to the world two days a year. November 1st is the day for the children to go visit their parents and siblings. November 2nd is the adult's turn to go visit their families. Aztecs were pleased by this and started making their favorite dishes to help them recharge<3

Apparently, it was the people around 2019 who decided that it was pets' turn to come and visit us October 27th, and we all embraced it. A lot of people's first experience with grief was with pets, and I think they deserve the same treatment. Like with humans, a candle is lit to light their way home along with cempasuchil flowers to trace their path. They're all welcomed with their favorite meals, water, and in some cases toys or their favorite things when they were alive.

As a kid I never had a reason to celebrate día de muertos, but now I do. And rather than that being sad, I took the opportunities to reflect about life, death, afterlife and memories. As long as we remember them, they won't ever die. They'll always live with us, in our hearts and the happy memories we shared with them. Grief is the price to pay for loving in life, and I think every second of pain I've ever experienced, was worth the smiles my loved ones drew in my face when they could.

I encourage anyone of any nationality who feels curiosity to research and put together an ofrenda, share memories about your loved ones and remember how happy you were. Tysm for reading<3

[traegics]

[ Sophia Bush | she/her] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. CHARLOTTE KENNER, an 43 year old WEREWOLF, is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re STUBBORN but the truth is that they’re really LOYAL. Their style can best be described as POLICE SIRENS, MOONLIGHT, AND FLANNELS, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ( Sushi )

Charlotte Amelia Kenner Charlie // 43 // Crescent Wolf

BASICS

Name: Charlotte Amelia Kenner Nicknames/Alias: Charlie Face Claim: Sophia Bush Age: 43 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Date/Place of Birth: March 14th in New Orleans, LA Currently: New Orleans, LA Nationality/Species: Italian/Werewolf/Witch Occupation: New Orleans Police Department Rank: Chief of Police

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Endearing: inspiring love or affection. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one’s own character and feelings.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright. Resentful: feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly. Opinionated: conceitedly assertive and dogmatic in one’s opinions.

Personality Type: ESFJ-A: Extraversion (E), Sensing (S), Feeling (F), Judgment(J)

Archetype: Caretaker: Cares for others. Guardian: Protects the weak. Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow. Rebel/Revelutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause. Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.

Likes Favourite colour? Green Favourite foods? Medium Rare Steak, Barbecue, Honeycrisp Apples, White Corn, Chicken Caesar Salads, Chocolate Favourite music? Pretty versatile but really likes any type of rock music Favorite books? Crime, True Crime, Mysteries Fears: tbd

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Thomas Kenner † (Father) Danielle Kenner † (Mother)

Siblings: Unnamed Kenner (Older Twin Brother) Unnamed Kenner (Younger Sister)

Children: Jesse Kenner (23-Year-Old Son) Haven Kenner (21-Year-Old Twin Daughter) Georgiana "Georgie" Kenner (21-year-old Twin Daughter)

Other family: Jackson Kenner (Older Cousin) Partner: Kean Moore (Currently Separated) Ex-Partners: TBD Boss/Employer: TBD Co-Workers: TBD Friends: TBD Enemies: TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: 5'4", 121 lbs, Curvy muscular build Hair Colour: Dark brown, sometimes a soft blondeish Eye Colour: Green Distinguishing Marks: Charlie has a couple of scars from her teen years before she ever triggered her gene from when she would get into fights with some of the other untriggered wolves. Wolf Form: Muscular Body, Pure Snow White Fur, Glowing Golden Eyes

Accomplishments: Graduated top of class from University (majoring in Criminal Justice) and top of her class at the Police Academy, is now Captain of Chief of Police at NOPD and raised 3 children as a single parent

Regrets: One major regret she has is not being able to give her children the big happy family that she had

Secrets: TBD

HISTORY

Charlotte had always felt protective and maternal, especially as they grew up amongst the Crescents during the Crescent curse, their parents forced to live their days as wolves with one night every month, the full moon, to be with their children in human form. Unfortunately in Charlie’s teen years, the strain of feeling like she held the weight of the world on her shoulders as she tried to navigate who she was while also ensuring that her siblings were safe and cared for, her growing aggression and temper tended to get the better of her and always somehow found herself in fights with the other untriggered teens. Around this time, however, Charlie found herself falling in love. It was a whirlwind kind of relationship, one that made Charlotte feel more alive than ever, more carefree and making riskier choices than she used to. Thus resulting in her getting pregnant. The first year with her son was amazing. The new parents doting over the little boy until they found out that she had fallen pregnant once more, this time a set of twins. Her partner became distant and was in and out of her and their kids lives. The anger that boiled within her as the realization that she was now a single mother to 3 children under the age of 3 while still being somewhat of a child herself had increased the level of stress that she had already been feeling. It didn’t take long for someone to push her buttons to far before she ended up in another fight this time her aggression far too much for her to control thus resulting in Charlie’s triggering of her gene at the age of 21, leaving her children to be cared for by the untriggered wolves. It would be 2 years before Hayley Marshall would come along and have the curse broken, allowing Tara to reunite with her now 3 and 4 year old children. Fast forward to now and Charlie had quickly gotten her life together, her main focus on her children and providing for them, put herself through university online while working a full-time job from home and caring for her children, attending the police academy and working her way up in rank to where she is today with the help of her pack.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

confidants.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk.

secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

unlikely friends.

seem like a married couple.

—— FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS. ❜

family friends.

ex/baby daddy

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

love / hate.

friends with benefits.

enemies with benefits.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.

frenemies.

share a secret, aka two people who have a giant secret together but are constantly afraid the other will rat them out.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

fitness buddies.

[alphabetboyluvr]

hi Holly. I just want to appreciate u. u don’t have to reply but this is more just a message to you.

I think ur the best person I have a parasocial platonic relationship with. Not only do you write the best stories (my heart beats for BD) but you also are the best most good intentions, good morals, person.

I like that you constantly update us on your work, your thoughts, and other stuff. It’s like you’re the teacher who engages with her students and tells her kids “guys the marks will be released Friday”, doesn’t take a long time to mark, doesn’t bat around the bush, etc. You never alienate your readers which I feel like a lot of other authors do. I love how appreciative you are of ur readers and friends

Also thank you for posting about Palestine. This is what made me wanna write the message. Im currently typing through tears as I just watched a kid cry because he saw the bombing in Gaza. His trauma is already started and he’s just 3. Thank you thank you for being a good soul. A true girls girl. A true citizen who wants the best for her world. I value you a lot. I love that you’re another girl who has big boobs ( I have a H cup girl it’s fucking horrible but I love that I get to be appreciated through ur stories) , thank you for being so creative, thank you for just knocking it out of the park.

U deserve nothing but the best. Please keep your standards high because you are of the highest standard. I love u girl

<3

honestly i could have cried reading this, what a gorgeous display of kindness 😭 thank you so much.

this is a long answer so I'll add a read more haha

I think (in a way) I also have sort of a parasocial relationship with you guys - I'm often shown such generous amounts of love and support and it's a dynamic that I don't really know how to describe. we might not know each other and yet you all see such a huge part of my personality that a lot of people don't. you hear of virgo boy and of the little trips I'm going on and all sorts of intricate details and yet if you were to see me in the street, you'd probably have no clue of who I am 🥲 sometimes I wonder (when I go to army events / bts places) if I'm talking with people who have read my fics but we collectively have no idea. its a strange little life to live, but one that I enjoy.

in regards to Palestine, and the humanitarian crisis in Gaza, I'm deeply horrified by what we're witnessing and am devastated at my government (alongside other western nations) facilitating what's happening. if all I can do is spread awareness or write letter, then you best believe that is what I'll do.

I'm afforded with such kindness that it only feels right I should reciprocate that - I keep you guys updated because it keeps us all happy haha. I love doing teasers and getting that initial reaction from you guys, it's so much fun, honestly. while I write for myself, I'd be a total liar if I said I didn't care for other people's opinions. your input is important to me!!

I've friends in all corners of the world, of all faiths and diverse backgrounds, and the idea of any of them experiencing such horror for the simple fact of where they were born is unthinkable. the people suffering are daughters, sons, husbands, wives, siblings - they are people and they are loved and it is barbaric to see what is happening and not feel strongly about it, in my opinion.

we all deserve the right to safety, freedom and a comfortable living environment. i don't really think my views are that groundbreaking, but I'm glad to know many of you feel the same ♡♡

honestly the big titty agenda part made me laugh so much!! I've been wearing a posture corrector lately cause the girlies have just been a nightmare 🥲 and the titty worship in my stories??? comes from experience!!! you'll find someone who appreciates them, as well as appreciates you, I promise 😭

thank you so much for your message - honestly you've no idea how much it means. have the loveliest day!!!

mwah x

[low-budget-korra]

What I would do if I was Bryke

1) The first thing that I would do was adapt The Search, since Zuko's mom story was the one plot hook Atla left. And we all know that most of people didn't read the novels.

But I would do some changes, The history would focus mainly on Azula mental state and the sibling relationship with Zuko. No bullshit like Zuko holding her by the neck in front of a clift or everyone being okay with Azula' sad mental state. Is not about her and the Gang becoming friends, is about them at the very least show concern/compassion to her. They did show that to former enemies before.

This could be a movie but I would rather if it was a miniseries of like 10 episodes of 30 minutes.

2) My second ideia was to give the fans what I couldn't back in the day: Korrasami animated content. Is not about being a shipper, is about doing things the right way and continue what started in 2014. The fans are waiting for this for almost 10 years. Doesn't need to be a full movie or a full series, I think one well done short film will be enough for now.

3) If we need to do a new series about one earth Avatar, there's no reason to not adapt Kyoshi Novels. They are amazing and Kyoshi is a fan favorite since her first appearance in Atla.

Is quite a few years before Aang and Korra,so the world is possible different than we see, btw, we only know the Evil Fire Nation Empire from atla and the most modern politics in tlok, what it came before atla is still quite a mystery. Plus we would see the Airbenders before the genocide l, which for sure is a win

4) So, we got a mini series, one short film and a whole new show. Now I would do the always requested Adult Gaang movie. Can be about them making Republic City, that would also ties with the end of The Search by bringing Azula back as enemies or unexpected ally

As you guys can see it's not that difficult. These topics would make 90% of the fandom happy and hyped, having no seconds doubts about what I would come from each one of them.

I don't know, it feels like Bryke got caught by the hype of Avatar renascence and want to give the more content as possible but as we learned with Netflix, quantity does not equal quality and since Avatar Studios is a newer thing that will both bring old fans and add new ones, they should bet on the better horse. After the Avatar Studios is well stablesh as a fav favorite and critically acclaimed Studio, than is the time to push things and try new things. Let's also not forget that today we have more competition when it comes to cartoons, so it wouldn't be that easy to beat or at least top the others (or Avatar previous shows)

Anyway basically is just : Give the fans what they want, especially when the material is top tier excellent, stablesh yourself as a new big dog in the industry and then push things forward. Because a fail now can end Avatar Studios.

[astra-galaxie]

“Ingrid! Oh! It's been too long!” - Anna Hansson

Biographical information

Full Name: Anna Hansson

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Alive

Age: 47 (season 3)

Birth: 1969

Race: Human

Nationality: Swedish

Origin: Stockholm, Sweden

Residence:

McMurdo Station

Stockholm, Sweden (formerly)

Profession(s): McMurdo Station Coordinator

Family:

Ingrid Bjorn (cousin)

Unnamed daughter

Unnamed children

Christopher Hanson (brother) (incarcerated)

Yasemin Hanson (sister-in-law) (deceased)

Ahmet Savage (nephew)

Partner(s):

Christopher Scott (boyfriend)

Emil Gunnarsson (ex-husband) (deceased)

Affiliation(s): McMurdo Station

Profile

Height: 5’6” Age: 47 (season 3) Weight: 147lbs Eyes: blue Blood: A+

Hailing from Stockholm, Sweden, Anna is Ingrid’s cousin. She has freckles dotted across her rosy cheeks and fair skin, with medium-length auburn hair braided into a single braid while bangs frame her icy blue eyes.

During her suspect appearance in Death Below Zero, Anna wore black ski pants pulled over insulated orange boots, an orange thermal coat, and a black puffer vest. She also has a gold neck with a pale blue diamond pendant (a gift from her boyfriend), white earmuffs, and black gloves to keep her warm. As per this suspect appearance, it is known that Anna eats ice cream, has survival training, and is in contact with penguins.

Synopsis

The older cousin of Ingrid, Anna, is the coordinator/manager for McMurdo Station.

Anna and Ingrid grew up together and have always been close; Anna views Ingrid as more of a sibling than her own brother. She has always looked out for the younger woman, and in return, Ingrid promises to always be there for Anna.

Anna met Emil at university. At first, it felt like a fairytale romance. He was smart, funny, handsome, and kind. Emil made Anna feel like a princess, and she loved every moment they shared. They married a couple of years after graduation and later had their first child.

But it was in marriage that Anna's fairytale life slowly turned into a nightmare. Suddenly, she couldn’t do anything right, and Emil criticized everything she did. He belittled her for not making his coffee eight, for incorrectly ironing his clothes, and he'd even yell at her if she forgot to do the dishes. Anna tried to do whatever Emil wanted so he would be happy, but every time she thought she'd finally mastered everything, a new problem would arise.

The abuse only got worse when the children came along. Emil's temper quickly rose from the sleepless nights, listening to the babies’ cries and dealing with the children's temper tantrums. He began hitting Anna to cope with the headaches and anger from his children. Anna took the hits so that her children wouldn't be on the receiving end and never said anything because Emil had convinced her that if she went to the police, he'd kill her and the children.

And so Anna suffered in silence for years. She never told anyone what was happening at home, not even when Ingrid and Christoper questioned her about her cuts and bruises. She'd always lie and say she tripped or hurt herself doing housework. But Christopher, who saw her almost every day at work, was suspicious of the constant injuries and began keeping a record of them in case something happened to her.

When Anna was pregnant with her youngest child, she learned that Emil had been hitting their children after her oldest daughter came to her with a bruised cheek, saying that Daddy had hit her. That was when Anna snapped; she could tolerate the abuse if it meant protecting her children, but she refused to let the kids become Emil's punching bags.

After Emil went out to drink with friends and the kids were in bed, Anna called the person she trusted most, Ingrid. After listening to her distraught rambling, Ingrid told her to take the kids, leave the house immediately, and stay with a friend she trusted until she could get there. Once she and Ingrid hung up, Anna called Christopher as she had no one else she could call for help since Emil had isolated her from her other friends.

Christopher agreed to help her with no hesitation. He offered to make the emergency move the next day while Emil was at work, so he and Anna each took the day off. Christopher spent the night preparing his house for Anna and the children, setting up the guest rooms, and making lists of supplies he would need to pick up. Likewise, Anna figured out everything she would need to pack for her and the kids once they and Emil had left for school and work.

The next day, Christoper arrived and helped Anna pack her and the kids' clothes, favourite toys, books, extra school supplies, and other essential items. They loaded the suitcase and boxes into the truck Christoper had borrowed from his neighbour, bringing everything to his house by the afternoon. They picked the kids up from school and informed the administration that Emil was not allowed to take them under any circumstances or to be contacted.

Once Ingrid had arrived, Anna began the battle of charging Emil for abuse, divorcing him, and winning full custody of her children. Though, it wasn't as challenging as Emil had made her believe it would be. With Ingrid's help and Christopher's detailed record of the injuries Emil had given her, it only took a few months for Emil to be sent to prison, the divorce to be finalized, and for her to be granted full custody of the kids with Emil having no parental or visitation rights. Anna even got a restraining order against Emil for her and the kids, forbidding him from contacting them and being within a thousand feet of them once he was released from prison.

With Emil in prison, Anna and her children focused on recovering from his abuse. Anna and the kids attended therapy to learn how to cope with their trauma. She also gave birth to her last child two months after Emil's arrest, with Christoper and Ingrid beside her.

Since Christoper had told Anna that she and the children could stay with him as long as needed, she focused on her health before looking into new living options. But Chris's home quickly became their home, and the kids loved their new house. Anna was scared about becoming a burden, but Christoper assured her he would never see her as that.

But Anna still contributed in any way she could. She would buy groceries, offer to pay bills, and did work around the house while on maternity leave. As the two fell into a routine, love blossomed between them. Christopher didn't want Anna to rush into a new relationship so soon, so he respected her decision to wait.

And his waiting would pay off. The two began officially dating a couple of years after Anna's divorce, and they couldn't be happier. The kids were also excited for their mother to finally have someone who truly loved her and claimed Christoper was her prince charming. Chris would chuckle every time he heard that and replied that he was just a simple physicist while Anna was a queen with whom he had earned the honour of receiving her love.

Anna would just roll her eyes fondly and kiss Christoper, telling him she was the lucky one.

As the years passed and their children grew, Anna and Christoper continued to further their careers. One day they were approached with job offers from McMurdo Station. They wanted Anna to become the new manager and Christoper as their theoretical physicist and nuclear researcher. The couple accepted the job offers and moved to Antarctica, with their kids staying with Anna's parents in Sweden. But the family video chats every day, so the homesickness is kept to a minimum.

When Ingrid informed her cousin that she and the Bureau would be visiting their station, Anna was ecstatic. She doesn't see the younger woman often since Ingrid joined the Bureau and was excited to have some bonding time with her. But the celebration would be put on hold after Emil's dead body had been discovered.

Anna was shocked when she learned Emil had been released from prison, became a pilot, and followed her to Antarctica. She had been notified of his release, but she had hoped he would abide by the restraining order against him. She knew she shouldn't have trusted him to follow the law after what he did to her and the kids.

She immediately reported Emil to his Captain, and Elijah was stunned to learn about Emil's past. He promised to notify his airline and have Emil's license taken away so he would never fly again. He knows what it's like to be hurt by the one you thought loved you most and swore he would do everything he could to keep Anna safe.

Christopher also helped to protect Anna from her ex-husband. He refused to let her be alone while Emil was at the station, and if he couldn't be with her, he would ask Elijah or Camila to take his place. Neither would refuse the request and kept a close eye on Emil in case he tried anything to hurt Anna. Even Milagros could tell something was bad about the man and stuck close to Anna whenever she could.

She would have gotten her penguin friends to attack Emil, but Camila told her to let the grown-ups handle it.

That doesn't mean Milagros didn't send a penguin or two to bite the man a few times. But shh, it's a secret!

(Camila knows and won't say anything to Mila; she's secretly very proud.)

After Emil's killer had been arrested, Anna helped put together a party to celebrate the Bureau's mole's arrest and the return of Fili, Oberon, and Avi. She was happy to see the team relaxing after all the stress they went through and hopes they can move past their ex-teammate's betrayal, especially Lars. She didn't get to meet the man, but she knows it's not easy being betrayed by your spouse. She prays that he will get the help he needs to recover.

Eventually, the Bureau's vacation ends, and Anna says goodbye to her cousin. Ingrid promised to call her more often, and she looks forward to hearing about their adventures as they work to take down SOMBRA. Anna will always worry about her cousin, especially after what Ingrid's been through, but she's happy Ingrid has found herself friends she can trust and rely on. Even if Ingrid still keeps some secrets close to her heart.

Anna later made a small cameo in The Darkest Hour alongside the rest of the Bureau's family and friends when they visited the team following their defeat of SOMBRA.

Story Information

First appeared: Death Below Zero

Trivia

She is inspired by Anna from Frozen

She and Ingrid have always been close since they grew up as neighbours. They're more like sisters than cousins

She has a brother she hasn't spoken to in years after a huge fight

She loves chocolate

Her favourite stress reliever is ice skating. It's also one of her and Christopher's favourite date idea

She enjoys building snowmen with her children and Christoper

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)