#fauna and carmina

[ladyoriza]

OC ship tarot motif

saw @g0dspeeed do this uquiz and immediately had to do it

tagging everyone who reads this post

Hannah Lamb and Joseph Seed

the devil + the emperor there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise.

Fauna Lamb-Seed and Carmina Rye

knight of pentacles + the magician if there's something you want, you will GET IT. nothing escapes your fingertips. after all, you're the power couple. your pairing sparks pure cosmic energy. you're fiercely driven to your goals - whether that be status, fortune, or power. you're also fiercely protective of one another. with the knight's earthy energy, you both prefer to purposefully make your way towards your ambitions, rather than playing cards too early or acting too loosely. meanwhile, the magician's half makes gives you a little fire. if they get too close, onlookers and threats to your relationship may get burned.

Roz and Ulysses

ace of cups + ten of cups your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. it starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. and from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did.

Samantha Toren and Max DeSoto

the tower + the lovers meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards.

[highladyluck]

Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag playlist

Direct link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

26 songs, 1 hr 23 min. A character playlist for Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag, aka the High Lady, aka the Daughter of the Nine Moons, aka “Precious” but only if you’re Mat Cauthon, aka Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, aka the Empress of Seanchan.

She’s a fascinating mixture of good and evil, person and tool, sympathetic and unsympathetic by turns. I tried to capture that in this playlist, which is organized roughly chronologically by her personal timeline.

There are spoilers in the playlist and commentary for Winter's Heart through A Memory of Light, since this is meant to mirror the narrative.

Track List:

1.      Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

2.      Game of Survival – Ruelle

3.      Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

4.      When I Rule The World – LIZ

5.      Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

6.      The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

7.      Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

8.      Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

9.      Jolene – Dolly Parton

10.   Maybe, This Time – OK Go

11.   Big Guns – Ruelle

12.   Fascinated – Ivy

13.   The Bullpen – Dessa

14.   Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

15.   Greek God – Conan Gray

16.   Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

17.   Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

18.   Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

19.   you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

20.   Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

21.   Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

22.   Daisy – Ashnikko

23.   Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

24.   I Walk The Line – Halsey

25.   Glory and Gore – Lorde

26.   Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Commentary and lyrics underneath the cut. Listen to it here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

1)      Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

See, I was born the second child With a spirit running wild, running free

The Empress’s second child, the only one who goes across the ocean.

2)      Game of Survival – Ruelle

Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?

"Keep this doll to remind you that I will always hear you if you say my name. If I am still alive, of course."

3)      Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

Oh, I don't know what you've been told But this girl right here's gonna rule the world Yeah, that's where I'm gonna be because I wanna be No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty

Tuon wishes she looked more intimidating, and threw a full-blown temper tantrum when she was told who she’d have to marry.

4)      When I Rule The World – LIZ

When I rule the world, then I'm gonna make you sweat Dog collar 'round your neck, on your knees and scrub the deck

I promise I didn't forget about the sul'dam thing. This should be as jarring as her initial POV in Winter's Heart is.

5)      Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon a-rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today

Such a good “Seanchan invade Ebou Dar” song! I definitely stole this from someone else’s Mat playlist, but I don’t think it’s on 8tracks anymore.

6)      The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

Said the Thief to the Moon "I'll extinguish your light soon I'll put an end to all the light that you shed On this world in its darkened state"

I can imagine this as a Seanchan myth; covers Tuon's opinion on her prophecy & getting kidnapped.

7)      Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

Kore, Kore, fauna and flora How did you get your throne? (Hey!) You made a deal You traded daffodils For a kingdom of ash and bone

Had to sneak in a reference to Tuon's middle name. Tuon's POV on her bargain with Mat.

8)      Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

so there's one thing I crave when my days become ho-hum and blah I want a zebra

Took this from my Mat/Tuon book playlist because it is truly the funniest song on there. It's a zebra in our hearts!

9)      Jolene – Dolly Parton

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man

This is very tongue-in-cheek, but at the same time, if you pay attention you can see that Tuon's particularly annoyed by/threatened by Joline Maza.

10)   Maybe, This Time – OK Go

So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here But don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?

Mat to Tuon after confiscating the a'dam from her.

11)   Big Guns – Ruelle

Every little move is fixed Like a game of chess The blood on your hands is thick And you're placing bets Can't hide in the den of lions

A really perfect song for Tuon's 'lion on the high plains' realization; I know technically Mat doesn't have cannon or grenades yet, but shhhh, the rapid-fire crossbows are more or less machine guns. Let me have this. Call it foreshadowing if you must.

12)   Fascinated – Ivy

Never turned out like we talked about Never could tell how to read your mind Never found out what you're all about In this lifetime, baby, you will be mine

Tuon's POV on the marriage ceremony.

13)   The Bullpen – Dessa

Forget the bull in the china shop There's a china doll in the bullpen

Returning to Ebou Dar to kick ass and take heads. This was the song that made me create this playlist, because of "china doll in the bullpen," which is such a great description of Tuon.

14)   Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

Catch yourself a looker, let him go, go, go Wanna have your baby, but I'm so, so slow

Tuon misses Mat, but don’t you dare breathe a word about it. Besides, it’s just business.

15)   Greek God – Conan Gray

And since you always swear that you wanted me gone Then why don't you go get your gun? 'Cause you don't really hate me (You're a little baby) You don't wanna end me (You wanna befriend me)

The Tuon vs Rand confrontation (take two, where Tuon's actually there.) Rand has quite enough confidence, really, but most of the song really works.

16)   Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

Welcome to the end of eras Ice has melted back to life Done my time and served my sentence Dress me up and watch me die

Declaring herself Empress after meeting with Rand.

17)   Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

We who have never once tasted The stench of defeat Victory sweet as the dregs of the fast food dumpster Look how they jump when we show up Like they've just seen a monster

H/T to @anyboli, who first suggested this to me as a Tuon song. This is a good soundtrack to planning the raid on the White Tower…

18)   Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable[…]

I literally cannot imagine a Tuon playlist without this song. It’s White Tower raid time!

19)   you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all Scream

Yeah, this was inevitable too. I’m using it for that absolutely horrifying POV of hers where she's in the damane training room and decides it's time to plan a full-out attack on the White Tower.

20)   Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

You're making fun of my people Pretend I don't hear you Cause I won't forgive myself For fueling or burning you

Tuon's thoughts on Mat in the garden. This didn't lean as as far into the dagger/knife imagery as I'd hoped for- remember, this is the blog that insists Athaem means Magic Dagger Curse- but it seemed so strangely apt for the two of them that I had to include it.

21)   Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

There's no need to worry when You see just where we're at Just please don't say you love me Cause I might not say it back

Her conversation with Mat in the garden.

22)   Daisy – Ashnikko

Respect a bitch, I'm a maverick Flexible, so elastic But don't you dare bend a bitch backwards

This is what you married, Mat. (The Mat POV version of this character sketch is probably Cake's Short Skirt Long Jacket.) I will not apologize for the number of #girlboss songs on this playlist.

23)   Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

Oh my gosh, she got the power Oh, look at her, she got the power So, so, so Don't fuck with my freedom I came up to get me some

The confrontation with Egwene. I see this as mostly Egwene's POV, with Tuon doing a sort of echo, the way she does in the original scene. They are fascinatingly alike here, and the way Egwene controls the scene and gets in Tuon's head- when that's Tuon's signature strategy- is amazing.

24)   I Walk The Line – Halsey

You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide

Tuon admitting that her heart tells her to return to save Mat (and the armies of the Light).

25)   Glory and Gore – Lorde

Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're makin' headlines (Oh! Oh!) You could try and take us (Oh! Oh!) But victory's contagious

The Seanchan army comes back for the kill.

26)   Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Don't forget me, don't forget me I wouldn't leave you if you'd let me Hmm, when you met me when you met me You told me you were gonna get me

Death threats are just their deranged way of flirting; if Tuon wanted Mat dead she wouldn't warn him, you know? And in that final scene with the fireworks Tuon's telling Mat that she wants him around, and he understands it as such.

[marrowsilk]

WTW Planet Prompts - Day One: Mercury, Locations

LISKTEN — a setting intro.

Then Came a Whisper takes place in Liskten, a fictional country in the east of the Atlantic Ocean. This post contains information on its geography, economy, history, culture, and the Schiepiçkin people.

General Information

National motto: Life, Light, Liberty

Capital: Miçtkin

Official languages: Liskt, English (Engliskt is an unofficial blend)

Population: Around 34,000,000

Currency: Liskt kliep

Geography

Location: Europe, set in the east of the Atlantic Ocean. It is near France, Ireland, and Spain, around the size of Poland, and level with Newfoundland, Canada.

Climate: Temperate, no dry season. Summers are cool, while winters are mild.

Flora and fauna: There are many forests of pine, oak, and deciduous trees, home to various species of plants, birds, and other animals. The national flower is the lisktenberry flower, and the national animal is the Liskt wolf. Dolphins and sea turtles are occasionally visible from the beach. Stray dogs are particularly common, especially in low-income areas.

Architecture: Most buildings are made from brick, although some are made of stone or wood. Half-timbered houses are common. Important buildings like the Vhinskt Palace and the Parliament are made from limestone.

Economy

Forestry: The Liskt oak is sturdy hardwood and smells nice when used as firewood. Liskt pines produce good resin. Liskt maples can be tapped and the sap made into syrup. Trees are important, and so is replanting—in Liskt culture, you must always leave something behind when you take.

Agriculture: Dairy farming, livestock farming, crops (especially grain), orchards.

Other: Manufacturing, tourism, sea salt.

History

The vast majority of the Liskt population are native to the country. Originally pastoral nomads, construction of permanent dwellings and villages began in the eighth century. The first historically documented monarchy was established in the eleventh century. The country continued to develop and remained closed off from the rest of the world until the sixteenth century, when the English survivors of a shipwreck were rescued by a group of villagers. While there was some cultural exchange, Liskt culture remains dominant.

Unrest in the country grew as a result of the monarchy and the aristocrats' increasing use of the military to oppress the commonfolk. The last straw was the murder of Taddei Renkin, a deaf six-year-old boy who couldn't hear an aristocrat demanding him to move out of his way. Beaten to death by guards upon the aristocrat's orders, he was meant to serve as an example to the commonfolk, but instead became the face of the resulting revolution. After eight years of fighting between Loyalists and Taddeians, Parliament was established and the country became a constitutional monarchy in 1882.

Culture

Country-specific holidays: Lighthouse Day on March 9th (commemorating the Orakin Lighthouse that burned down in 1921, a light is shone in the highest, most visible window of every building), Lisktenberry Day on June 25th (festivities and a parade to celebrate the berries being in season), Ocean Day on July 18th (activities and contests by the ocean), Liskten Day on October 3rd (fireworks and festivities to celebrate the end of the Liskt Revolution and the establishment of Parliament).

Food: Baked goods, corn, beans, beets, mushrooms, berries, hazelnuts, dairy, fish, seafood, chicken, eggs, occasionally beef. A small roll of bread is eaten at every meal. Fried fish dumplings are a child favourite. Corn and mushroom soup is similar to chowder, thickened with cream. Apple wine is made from distinctive dark red apples with gold around the stem and very white flesh. Hotcakes (pancakes) flavoured with spices are a breakfast staple. Happy buns, filled with lisktenberry jam, topped with powdered sugar, and drizzled with honey, are served for holidays and special occasions.

Coming of age: On their thirteenth birthday, children receive an oak leaf carved from wood and coated in pine resin, usually to be worn around the neck. It is to celebrate how far they've come and to mark the point where they should start searching for their purpose in life, specifically their way of giving back. Those with more money can embellish it with carved inscriptions and designs. When someone dies, they are buried with their leaf on their chest and thanked for their contribution to life. Children who die before coming of age are buried with a leaf that is painted white.

Other: Elaborate embroidery, harp music, juggleball (a form of soccer/football with an emphasis on juggling and an elevated net), theatre with a focus on symbolism.

The Schiepiçkin

Who they are: Historically shepherds and nomads, many still question whether or not they can be considered genuine citizens. The 1920s saw a devastating disease kill much of their flocks and a large amount of them settle in cities. These small neighbourhoods are collectively known as "Schiep Village", but are often referred to as "the sheepfold" in a derogatory manner. Those who are no longer nomads but still raise sheep live in rural areas.

Why people don't like them: They are pacifists, striving instead to bring healing wherever they can. During the Liskt Revolution, they refused to fight on either side and provided food and medical assistance to both. While some see them as noble, many see them as weak and even lacking allegiance to the country, as they didn't participate in the creation of the new system. Shepherds are also seen as the lowest of the low. Because their loyalty (namely their nationalism) is frequently treated with skepticism, they are marginalized and often used as scapegoats. Discrimination includes being denied service, harassed, and even assaulted, with instigators taking advantage of their inability to fight back with force. If they are goaded into retaliation, they are often shamed by the same individuals for betraying their values.

Culture: Naturally, most Schiepiçkin clothing is made from wool. Liskt embroidery usually features flowers, small animals, and the lisktenberry, but sheep are a notable Schiepiçkin motif. They are vegetarians. Music and singing are ingrained in their culture as they were used to pass the time while looking after the sheep. An additional rite of passage is keeping watch over the flock for one night while the rest of the group sleeps. Those living in cities travel to the home of one living in rural area to keep vigil.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @radiomacbeth , @ravens-and-rivers , @faetelle , @half-explored , @carmina-solis , @perditism

[zanshlou]

Journal Entry #1: Sightsee Log #43 The Seedbed Impression: "Flora or fauna, one cannot but marvel at the wonder of birth." Such were the scholar's words, and i would see as he saw. Description: Illuminated in the soft glow of countless moonspores, the Seedbed is an ancient arbor-turned-nursery used by the sylphs to grow and incubate their offspring, also known as podlings. Carmina's Thoughts: "Finally managed to get myself out to go sightseeing with my little Whittret friend, who I have decided to name Sage. As the skies above stormed and cracked with thunder and lightning we came upon our destination. They call it the 'Seedbed' apparently. I for one had never put any thought into where sylphs come from. Honestly it makes sense they would have a big nursery be a tree but had you asked me before coming here I would have never thought that would be it. Beautiful place though, if not a tad dangerous to get to..."

[ladyoriza]

@josephseedismyfather tagged me in this uquiz yesterday and now I am home and can do it! i think most everyone's gotten to this one but if you haven't, reading this counts as being tagged.

What Color Does Your Love Feel Like?

Fauna Lamb-Seed and Carmina Rye soft fresh green Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

Hannah Lamb and Staci Pratt warm burnt orange Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

Hannah Lamb and Joseph Seed deep staining red Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Samantha Toren and Max DeSoto dark stormy blue Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

Roz Ashford and Ulysses bright sunny yellow Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

[ladyoriza]

got tagged in these two quizzes! as always, read this to be tagged.

the "chosen one" back again young one? still not comfortable with your new title? yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you. oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. you did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core. but alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. for they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor. but "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." you, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. but what was your say on the matter? I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. but destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you. but their adoration isn't blind my dear. you are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. when you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. do not run from your purpose, seek it. and I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself. if wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no…

the missed opportunity this one comes with a pang. it is the wrinkled brow of something unpleasant sinking in. they've left to find some new adventure. or they've met someone else. and you have only just begun to understand their true importance to you. you watch them drift toward a future without you, and in that stark numbness of their absence, it hits you. Oh. oh, you want them close. you hopelessly, selfishly want them all to yourself. you'll support them no matter what, but you don't want them to want a future that doesn't involve you. you want them to read the near-invisible signs of your love and decide to take a chance on you. you never want to say that you used to know each other. so what are you going to do?

[ladyoriza]

oc + ship themes

cause i feel like it. gonna be loooong (and this isn't even everybody) so have a cut:

(and Ethan)

SHIPS:

Garth and Sparrow: Hozier - Work Song (was is ever anything else lmao)

Sam and Max: Hozier - De Selby (Part 2)

Roz and Ulysses: Vance Joy - Missing Piece

Suze and Johnny and Aisha: Alt-J - Tessellate

Fauna and Carmina: The Daughters of Eve - Hey Lover

Hannah and Joseph: Sofia Isella - Hot Gum

Hannah and Staci: Vance Joy - I'm With You

[ladyoriza]

78%. If your character could choose different parents for themselves, who would they choose and why?

Fauna pls and thank you <3

Fauna really wishes Staci was her father instead. He wouldn't have passed down any strange psychic abilities or a family curse. She wouldn't have nightmares about being strangled like she does about Joseph. She wouldn't have the Voice looming over her constantly. She wouldn't have to question if she's loved as a daughter, or as a tool.

And Staci is her dad, when he and Hannah flee Eden with the twins he steps up beautifully, he loves those kids so much it doesn't even matter that they're not his by blood.

(Fauna is lowkey jealous of Carmina for a reason- she knows her girlfriend has never once even remotely questioned Kim and Nick's love. The Ryes know this and do their best to make sure Fauna knows that she's just as loved by them as Carmina is)

[ladyoriza]

[ao3 wrapped] 19 obvs

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I really want to get more into Hannah's relationships with Staci and Joseph and how different they are. I also want to get back to Roz and Ulysses and their happy ending! They deserve it.

I'm very strongly leaning towards Fauna and Carmina Rye getting together as well, I think they're a cute match.

If I'm up to it, I would really like to try my hand at Jacob and Staci, but that might be beyond my skillset at the moment. I'm sure I'll get there.

[ladyoriza]

This is all we're ever going to get of Judge!Hannah please enjoy:

Fauna bounced, paced, fidgeted. She’d asked the Captain to bring the Judge, bring her mother- home to Prosperity. Ten years since they’d seen each other. Ten years since her father left her to die in the Montana winter. She’d been found by Grace and Jess, shivering but alive. There’d never been any doubts about who she was, who her parents were. Joseph Seed did a lot of things to Hannah Lamb- Fauna being one of them. Fauna remembered Hannah in flashes and feelings, the love of a mother barely clinging to her sanity for the sake of her daughter. She remembered Joseph’s face as he left her to die in the snow, serene and possessed. Which was why they’d never let her go to New Eden. As much as they tried to get Hannah to leave, Joseph’s claws were in deep. He never let her leave his side, and when he abandoned New Eden to go north had forbidden her from leaving the compound. Fauna was too young to make the trip, and Kim worried that Joseph would just try finishing the job if she returned. So she waited, and waited, and when the Security Captain showed up she finally had her chance. “When you bring him his word, and he goes back, he’ll let my mother leave with you. Bring her directly to me, please. I can help her, but I need to be with her.” They’d radioed a half hour ago that they were leaving, that they’d secured an ATV to use, so it wouldn’t be long. Nick and Kim and Carmina, her adoptive family, opted to give her space. Most everyone was nearby, but she’d holed up in one of the bigger bedrooms to ensure her mother wouldn’t be too overwhelmed by people. Even though they loved her- she didn’t believe it. Joseph tore it all out. A courtesy knock, before the bedroom door opened. Fauna had seen what became of her mother, in the Shine, but somehow what walked in still shocked her. Hannah Lamb- alive, in a wooden mask. Her mother, silent as the grave. But she knew her all the same; her brown eyes, wisps of mousy blonde hair that escaped the hood she wore. “Mama,” She breathed out, stepping over and pulling the mask off, “Mama, it’s me. It’s Fauna.” Hannah’s face was blank, empty. Her eyes dull and emotionless- like a puppet’s. The only indication she was aware of her surroundings was the way she tried to grab the mask back from Fauna. But she was home, now. She would never wear the mask again. “Mama. Listen to me. I’m alive. This is real. Joseph left me in the snow but I survived.” She held Hannah’s face in both hands, a gesture inherited from her father, “You didn’t fail me. You never failed me. I’m alive. You’re home-” Her voice cracked, “Mama, I waited so long to be able to save you- I- I missed you so much but they didn’t want him to hurt me. I had to wait until someone could bring you to me,” The tears were unstoppable. She threw her arms around her mother for the first time in a decade. “Come back to me. Mama, please. I need you.” Hannah was shaking. Her hands carefully pulled Fauna away, took her by the shoulders and held her there. Fauna could see the tears on her mother’s face, flowing freely, the recognition slowly dawning in her eyes. “Fauna-?” She whispered, voice nearly nonexistent from lack of use, “My baby-” She nearly crushed Fauna in her embrace as she collapsed to the floor, taking them both down. “My baby, my baby, my baby,” She cried, “My little girl. My heart-” She clutched Fauna as close as she possibly could, shaking and sobbing. A broken dam, the woman that was resurfacing after being buried alive for so long. Fauna’s strange ability to tie broken minds together was unnecessary- Hannah was still there, clawing her way out of the grave.

[ladyoriza]

As always I made Hannah and everybody in Sims 4. From the top:

Joseph and Fauna, Fauna and Ethan

Hannah and Staci, Jacob and Fauna

Ethan Being A Teenager and Carmina, Fauna and Carmina

Fauna and Joseph doing a Seance, Ethan and Hannah