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tkc-info · 3 years ago

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5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

28. Your most dangerous OC?

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

(Dw if it’s too much!!)

(Not too much!!!!!)

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

I have no fucking idea.

I feel like TKC's characters are all very interconnected, and if you rid them of, at the very least, one other character, you rid them of a good part of what constitutes their character (and especially their arcs). Morgan's story can't be understood isolated from her parents and her siblings, for example. And don't even get me started on the characters in a symbiotic relationship.

However, had I to choose a character to make famous, I would say either Areusa or Cal, though for different reasons, and my answers would change depending on what I want to make them famous for.

I'd like to make Cal famous by virtue of she being a character that's like me in a lot of ways. I don't think I've seen many characters who are like Cal (I can think of Katniss? But then again I read THG a long time ago and can't remember if I actually saw myself in her) even if people talk about there being a lot of MCs that are 'not like other girls'. Idk, I just like tomboyish straight characters ig.

However, I genuinely think Areusa is an important character in the sense that I think her morals are on point. There's a lot of pessimism in her way of thinking (for what she's had to endure), yes, but she's just a good character, and probably the woman I'd like to be, in a way. Areusa isn't swayed by any type of ideology nor rhetoric: she thinks critically and criticises every side equally. She doesn't side with groups, but with certain ideas she finds beneficial, and is indifferent to demagogues's arguments. Also, she's very caring even if she doesn't look/act like it (I have a scene planned, and she'll be *very* important when it comes to Atalanta's character development). Areusa is just a good person, and I'm not saying I don't have any other good characters, but if I had to make a character famous based on what they stand for and the means through which they stand for their ideals, then I would 100% pick Areusa.

12. Name an OC that isn't yours but who you like a lot

Gerzson CARSTAIRS. That man is the best, I don't make the rules he's *nwiansisnsisaniwiwakkskzskakw*

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

This is kinda difficult?

I feel like Cal and me would be really good friends since she's very similar to myself, but I'd also love to have Oliver as a friend or Hunter. I also feel like I would love to meet Dario because he's *intelligent* and *eloquent* and his mother because the amount of times I've imagined her criticising the Spanish government are uncountable and I would pay to see that irl. Also, one of Aaron's sisters (of whom I've said nothing beyond the Kirkhams's introduction post) is very like me in the sense that I also based her off me in a way.

So I guess I'd like to meet any of the characters above: Cal and Aaron's sister because they're much like me; Oliver, Hunter, and Dario because *yes*; and Areusa because that woman needs to be in charge of life.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

I think I have several, so... List?

Madeleine -> look, this girl's been through a lot, she does some questionable shit in lodgb (aka The Crime™) but she's very sweet and awkward and too good for this world and fuck the Woolahams

Arash -> I don't think I need an explanation, but damn he's *incoherent Spanish* See, Arash is just the best, most supportive friend/host/son/brother/random guy you'll meet on the street ever. I have this HC that a guy once confessed his feelings for him and Arash, being straight, couldn't reciprocate his feelings but he still became this guy's friend super fast and practically threw a party when he got a boyfriend. Idk if this speaks of Arash's cinnamon roll-ness, but to me Arash = too good to exist (unfortunately...)

Idk if this will get you angry since you know who she is but Arash's gf -> can't say anything because spoilers but yeah, there's a reason why literally all the Khosravis love her

Both of Morgan's children lol

50. Give me the good ol' OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Wagner istg I have no fucking idea what to talk about and this is getting too long so so sorry

So, I'm fucking worried about Charlie and Camille because I don't want to fuck up their characters lol. Especially Charlie. I've come to the conclusion that I'll probably write a sort-of-but-not-really book about Charlie/Arash/Sohrab because *something* will happen, and that's when I'll try to introduce Charlie's gender, and, really, I don't want to fuck it up in any way, but for some reason I have this fear telling me I will (not like the Danish girl, mind you, because that went beyond common sense).

Like, I remember you said it wasn't the place for a cis person to write a genderqueer person's journey with identity, and while Charlie's book *will not* revolve around that because TKC is not about that, her character arc somewhat will? And since then whenever I think of Charlie and remember that I think fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--

Also, this is pity, but I know I can always consult you for general guidance, but I don't know how much to do it without spoiling it to you nor being annoyed lol

But anyway, sometimes I think that I have a very twisted mind because damn what I put my characters through is horrible. But yeah

#Wagner!#asks!

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wagner-fell · 3 years ago

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A Carstower Christmas

@hahahax30

Watching Papa try to get her youngest brother to eat was one of Vienna’s favorite sources of entertainment. Listening to the radio with Erik and Kilian was fun and all but she had to imagine everything. The way she pictured Trudy the News Reporter could be vastly different from her brothers.

But the way sixteen-week-old Ahmad Carstairs defiantly spewed his mush of peas and sweet potatoes across Papa’s freshly ironed shirt left no room for imagination. Vienna could even smell it from the other side of the room.

Mama laughed from the other end of the dining table. Kilian sat on her lap, watching as she wrote out the patrol schedule for the following week. “I told you to wear one of the stained ones.”

From his bundle of blankets in his father’s arms, Ahmed tried to turn his tiny head towards the sound of Mama’s voice. He waved a fist in the general direction of Papa’s ruined shirt as if to say look, Mama, I did that!

Papa huffed and grabbed a rag to wipe at his front. “We have a meeting with the head of the Montevideo Institute in an hour,” he said, transferring his son to the bassinet beside him, ignoring his soft cries of protest. “Excuse me if I wanted to look half decent.”

Mama laughed again. “I didn’t look a quarter decent again till Kilian was a year old.” She looked down to inspect her outfit as proof of this statement only to find Kilian had taken a spare pen to the white puffy sleeves and collar of her maroon dress. “Never mind,” she said, prying the writing utensil from his grasp.

“Anyhow, Geovanni has two children of his own. I’m sure he would underst- Erik what are you doing?” Erik froze from halfway up the Christmas tree.

He clutched at the branches like his life depended on it. And if he wasn’t born with naturally good reflexes, it probably would have. This year, when they’d gone hunting for a Christmas tree, Kilian had run off to chase after an owl and stumbled upon the most perfect tree. No animal inhabitants, no missing branches and, best of all, it was a little over twenty feet tall. Mama had cut it down with an axe while Papa had watched with the same expression she’d seen on Erik’s face every time he ate chocolate.

“Vienna,” he hissed, “you were supposed to keep watch.” Vienna shrugged and shoved a piece of caramel popcorn in her mouth. Her parents had taken them to the fair yesterday. Mama won a tug-a-war contest against five men and got all four of them brand new teddy bears by knocking over milk cartons, five if you counted the one she gifted to Papa.

“You did it right in front of them, Er. What was I supposed to keep watch for?” Erik glowered down at her from where she sat at the base of the tree.

He humphed. “At least give me one.”

Vienna shoved every last piece of popcorn into her mouth. “Sowwy, uhing eft ta ive.” His scowl deepened.

“Viennaaaaaaaa,” he whined. She smiled as wide as she could manage with her mouth so full.

“What are you doing,” Mama asked.

“Khina, darling, schätzchen,” Papa said, “he’s your child. Isn’t that reason enough?” He cocked one eyebrow at her, as if daring her to disagree.

Mama looked ready to defend herself. But then Kilian brandished the pen like a sword in her direction, twisting around to face her, with a euphoric expression and she took a moment to consider her husband’s words. “Fair. Erik, why did you climb up the tree?”

“Because Vienna told me if I grab the star from the top it will grant me a wish! A warlock told her so!” Vienna tried to laugh but promptly choked on all the popcorn she had just consumed.

Papa ran over to her, dropping his rag on the floor in his haste. Ahmad cried out in his absence. After Papa had made sure she was okay, Vienna looked up to see Ahmad in Mama’s musculat arms and Kilian hanging to her back like a money.

She made her way over to where the rest of her family resided. Placing Ahmad in a second bassinet they kept next to the coffee table, she reached by and pried Erik off the tree.

Mama sat down beside Papa. She transferred Kilian off her back and put him on Papa’s lap, a pine needle covered Erik on her’s.

Vienna pouted. “Why don’t I get to sit on anyone’s lap?”

“You can hold Ahmad,” Papa offered. Vienna nodded excitedly. He put Kilian on his hip and, gently as he could, handed his youngest son to his daughter.

“I’m bored,” Kilian stated, once they were back in the circle. Mama tried to offer him her pocket knife in consoration. Papa snatched it out of her hand. They both huraphed in disappointment.

“Anyhow,” Mama said, making a quick recovery, “Erik, what would you have wished for if Vienna wasn’t messing with you.”

Erik’s jaw dropped in shock. “Vienna was messing with me?” he exclaimed. “Does that mean I don’t get a wish?”

Mama held him tighter to her chest. She rested her chin on the top of his brown locks. “Well, while it certainly won’t come from a star, why don’t you tell Papa and I what you were planning on wishing on for? We’ll see what we can do.” Papa nodded in agreement.

Erik sighed. “I don’t want to go to Tehran for Christmas this year.”

Papa frowned. “Why not?”

Erik shrugged, shifting from side to side. “It’s fun and all but we’ve done it every year since I can remember. I just want to do something new.”

Papa and Mama exchanged the type of look only Papas and Mamas could. It said I know what you’re thinking and you know what I’m thinking but we don’t need to say it out loud because we’re so in love and it’s super gross.

“What if we went to Vienna?” Papa suggested, turning his attention to Erik, having already gotten Mama to wordlessly agree. Maybe it was even her who first silently introduced the idea.

Vienna reminded herself to ask Aunt Rumi for more tips about interpreting this sort of thing. Vienna had seen her work firsthand. She imagined watching the Italian man (she couldn’t remember which one, there were so many) paint the Pretty Lady With No Eyebrows Smiling would be less satisfactory than watching her favorite aunt at work.

“But Vienna’s right there!” Kilian said, pointing a cubby finger in his sister’s direction. Ahmad reached up, wrapping his tiny fingers around Kilian’s pointer one.

Papa chuckled. “Vienna is also the name of the city where I grew up.” He turned to address her.

“Vienna was my home before London. But now you and your brothers and your Mama,” he paused to take Mama’s hand in his, “you’re my home.”

Mama smiled at him. “You sap.”

He smiled back at her, looking equally pleased. “Take that back.”

“Never.”

“So, Vienna?”

Mama squeezed his hand. “Vienna,” she confirmed.

“How did I get my name,” Erik wondered aloud.

Both of them immediately looked incredibly guilty. “That’s a story for another day,” Mama said hastily.

~~~~~~~~~

Khina groaned, slamming the Austrian baby naming book onto their newly purchased dining room table. The smooth oak rattled on its legs when the impact hit.

“Gerzson,” she whined, tipping her head back in order to get a better view of her husband, “why are all these names so boring?”

Gerzson paused. He was busy at work preparing dinner. “Like a good little housewife,” Matilda often joked. Teasing aside, he was most likely going to take on more and more ‘feminine’ roles once their baby was born, such as taking care of a child and cleaning up after it. Khina’s position kept her very busy.

His nose scrunched up. “Give me a few examples.”

Khina picked up the book, flipped to a random page and began reading out loud, her voice echoing throughout the house. “Louis, Theo, Mattias, Oliver, Peter. Must I go on?”

She closed the book once more, having made her point. She gave Gerzson a pointed look.

“The Carstairs surname is an elegant one. I will not see it diminished by a name as ordinary as Peter or Louis. Remind me to remind you to come down from heaven and slap me silly if we ever have any descendants named John or, I don’t know, Emma or something. Names of that variety.”

While Khina had been caught up in her speech, Gerzson had silently made his way over to the dining room and sat beside her, dipping his head down to kiss her bulging stomach.

“Are you implying,” he said slowly, “that I would have to go down to slap you because you believe, if we thought of the afterlife in a Mundane Christian sense…”

“I would be going to hell, yes” Khina finished, without the slightest bit of hesitation. “I’ve done a quite a few things in my prime, Mr. Carstairs.”

Gerzson hummed in agreement. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re still in your prime, Mrs. Carstairs.”

Before Khina could respond, the child growing inside her kicked as hard as his little body could. There was no outside confirmation but Khina knew it was a boy in her heart.

Mother’s intuition, she guessed. Her aunts had told her about it but she’d never really believed it was an actual thing until now.

Khina stood, only to sit back down again. This time in her husband’s lap. “Why are we doing this again?” she muttered, burying her face in the nock of his neck. Khina was met with the sensation of how soft Gerzson’s skin was, as she was everytime their skin made contact.

“The miracle of birth,” he said, but it sounded more like a question.

Khina huffed. “The only miracle is that you were good enough ontop to put this baby on me in the first place.”

“By the way,” she added, leaning in closer to whisper it in his ear, “I told you you’d be a natural at it.” Khina relished the way he blushed scarlet.

Gerzson leaned over and grabbed the book. “Okay, close your eyes.” Khina obliged. “Alright. I have it opened to a random page. Point anywhere on it and that’s what our first born child’s name will be.”

“Sounds like a flawless plan to me,” Khina replied sarcastically. She could practically feel Gerzson rolling his eyes.

“Just trust me.” Khina sighed heavily than nooded, swirling her finger in the air before placing it down on the paper at random.

“What’s it say?” she asked, too afraid to open her eyes.

“Constantin,” he replied.

Khina’s eyes flew open. How had she missed that one? “Constantine? Like the Roman emperor? Wasn’t he the one who burned thousands of Christians alive in that big fire?”

Wow, Khina really needed to get her mundane history lessons from anyone besides Catia and Alvaro. Now she knew too much about the incestous royals of Spain and tyrannical Roman emperors.

Gerzson shook his head. “No, Constantin. Besides, that’s Nero you’re thinking of. Constantine actually was a huge supporter of Christianity. He was the one to convert the Roman Empire from a largely pagan one to a Christian one.”

“So Constantine didn’t murder anyone?”

Gerzson eyes her suspiciously. “No but in Austrian, it says here the name means constant and steadfast.”

“That’s even more boring than a Roman emperor that didn’t kill anyone.” She closed her eyes again as Gerzson flipped to another page.

“Okay, go.” The moment her finger landed, he burst out laughing. Khina opened her eyes and went to ask what was so funny when she saw it for herself.

She had picked the exact same name, spelled with a K this time.

Gerzson, gaining his composure, gently held her finger and guided it a few names down. “Erik,” he read aloud.

“Erik,” Khina echoed. “Erik Carstairs. I like it.”

He kissed her nose. “I do too.”

Khina made a show of recoiling from him, still seated in his lap. “What is this? Where’s the cranky eighteen-year-old elder I fought to be engaged to?”

Gerzson laughed. “He grew up.”

Khina crossed her arms over her chest, a feat made very difficult by the fact that a child was living inside her. “Complain about something.”

“Khina, you can’t just-“

“The newest American president.”

Gerzson looked betrayed. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh,” she replied, “but I would.”

And as Gerzson launched into an explanation about the newest occupant of the White House was going to doom us all, Khina felt her baby—Erik—rest for the first time in hours.

#hos #heart of stone #carstower #khina carstairs #gerzson carstairs #gerzson dewtower

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wagner-fell · 3 years ago

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Can I ask you about the fairytales for your ships, too? Especially Khina and Gerzson whose shipname I don't have because I'm horrible at names

These are less fairytale-ish and more generally iconic couples

Carstower (Khina x Gerzson) So I actually got inspired for the enemies part of their relationship from reading Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, so George and Martha in the beginning. But overall, I think Beauty and the Beast suits them best

Datillie (Dara x Matilda x Nellie) Like Khina and Gerzson’s initial relationship, their relationship was inspired by me watching Aladdin and randomly thinking “what if Aladdin and Prince Ali were two different people and Jasmine and the two of them become a poly couple“ Thus, Datillie was born. So much of Matilda’s personality comes from Prince Ali istg

Catidore (Catia x Isidore) Without a doubt, Morticia and Gomez Addams. Isidore might not be as nuts as Gomez but they support their batshit crazy wives/girlfriends the same 😌

Rumizella (Rumi x Gizella) Snow White. One thousand and ten percent Snow White. Let me tell you, I could honest to God write a fully fledged Rumizella Snow White AU. Not that Gizella can clean for shit. Out of the two of them, Gerzson cooks and cleans WAY more (though he won’t admit he actually likes doing it)

Owevesh (Owen x Devesh) Hades and Persephone. I don’t think I even have to explain this one.

Joshil (Nyra x Alvaro) The little mermaid!! The disney version not the original version lol. Two lovely folks falling in love despite the barrier of muteness? What the fuck is more Joshil than that!

#ck💙#heart of stone #hos #khina carstairs #gerzson dewtower #dara carstairs #matilda fairchild #nellie webber #catia monteverde #isidore lightwood #rumi herondale #gizella dewtower #owen herondale #devesh heartsworn #nyra joshi #alvaro gil #ck’s ask

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wagner-fell · 3 years ago

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So, I just woke up and saw the OC reblog... Can these questions apply to Khina, Dara, Matilda, Rumi, Gerzson, Gizella, Catia, and Isidore as well as my ~compatriotas españoles~ Alvaro and Angel?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

What do they like that nobody else does?

Do they like children?

What recurring dreams do they have?

Also, something I just came up with: if they were mundanes, what career/life would they like to pursue?

(they're a lot so don't feel pressured please :) )

(Sorry this took so long lol)

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Khina- Insulting her family

Dara- Being ignorant about something he tried to explain to them

Matilda- Not liking Oscar Wilde/j

Rumi- Lying to her about something important

Gerzson- Insulting his intelligence

Gizella- Defending harmful actions/people

Catia- Complaining over and over about something only to never do anything about it

Isidore- Panphobia (is panphobia a word?)

Alvaro- Not respect someone’s identity (he actually has broken up with someone for deadnaming Vicenta

Angel- Making him feel like their not equals in the relationship

What do they like that nobody else does?

Khina- Partol

Dara- Gardening

Matilda- ✨Milkmen✨

Rumi- Yoga (At least, no one in her family likes it. They can’t stay still for long enough)

Gerzson- Paperwork

Gizella- Mundane movies

Catia- Where do I start? Animal corpses, hoards of bugs so think the sky looks black, freezing weather when you’re wet

Isidore- Coffee

Alvaro- Mundane history

Angel- Waking up early

Do they like children?

Khina- She puts up with them

Dara- He loves kids but he’s very awkward around them

Matilda- She likes kids but they don’t like her

Rumi- She doesn’t love them, doesn’t hate them, they’re just kinda there

Gerzson- He actually really likes them

Gizella- She likes the idea of them but is so worried she’ll screw them up like her parents screwed her up

Catia- Kids love her but she’s wary of them

Isidore- When Grace first announced her pregnancy with Marie, Isidore thought he was gonna hate her. But now Isidore adores both his sisters and is very overprotective of them

Alvaro- He’s dreamed of having kids since he was littl. He loves them!

Angel- He likes other peoples kids. Doesn’t want the responsibility of his own children tho

What recurring dreams do they have?

I’m not going to answer this one because I’m planning on writing a short story about their dreams soon :)

If they were mundanes, what career/life would they like to pursue?

Khina- Join the army/become a politician

Dara- Librarian

Matilda- Flapper

Rumi- Party planner

Gerzson- Banker

Gizella- Actress

Catia- Live amongst the sheep

Isidore- Nanny, like I said, he likes kids!

Alvaro- Professional Nyra Joshi simp Trade ambassador

Angel- Idk why but I picture him running a general store in a small village

#heart of stone #hos #khina carstairs #dara carstairs #matilda fairchild #rumi herondale #gerzson dewtower #gizella dewtower #catia monteverde #nomintsetseg monteverde #isidore lightwood #alvaro gil #angel gil #ck’s ask #ck💙

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wagner-fell · 2 years ago

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*breathes in* I was on the street when I saw your rb and I nearly tripped over an unsuspecting tourist, but anyways. Now is a good time to talk about our lord and saviour Gerzson Carstairs

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon [as I understood this, this is domestic]

♡ - romantic headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

Also anything you can tell me about Catia is worth more than gold!!!!!

I’m not very good at photoshop but I couldn’t help myself-

Also dgjjgffuknvfgjnvsdvbb

Ima give you a few for some because I can’t decide which ones to tell you-

Gerzson enjoys doing domestic work, like cooking, cleaning, etc. Just like Gerzson likes to watch her train, Khina loves to just sit there and watch Gerzson clean

Whenever Khina is away on business, Gerzson and the kids (yk, Erik, Vienna, Killian and Ahmad) squeeze into his and Khina’s bed. This tradition continues even when all four of them are teens.

Since their kids are very light-skinned, a lot of people assume Khina is their nanny instead of their mother so whenever they go out as a family, Gerzson starts to bring an absurd amount of photos of Khina with the kids in his pockets just to prove the racists wrong

After he gets his Arch TM, him and Alastair became besties (obviously). One time Alastair tells him the story of how for his birthday one year Thomas got him a bouquet of daggers for his birthday. Gerzson gets ✨inspired✨

His first kiss was with Leonie. When he told his father his first kiss was with a warlock, that was the first time his father hit him

After a long day, him and Khina take baths together. Not in sexual way. In a “I have your back, I’ve got you, you can be vulnerable with me” way

When Gizella first got her period at 9, Gerzson was the only one home and had to help her through it. Tho Gerzson had no idea what was happening to his sister either-

He can speak 7 languages!!!

✨Catia✨

She’s the only one in her family that can speak English. She taught herself it by reading about fires and murders in British newspapers, yk, the interesting stuff

Idk if I’ve already mentioned this but Catia got the name Catia from a romance novel Oyuun’s fiancée’s parabatai wrote. It ends with the main character, Catia, getting killed and her boy being torn apart to create the fae queen’s wedding dress.

If Catia was alive today, her favorite book would be We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. I read that book when I was 10 and it gave me nightmares for a year and a half. So naturally Catia would love it.

Her favorite author is Henry James

#ck💙#ck’s ask

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wagner-fell · 3 years ago

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Okay, so I have a couple headcanons I hope aren't too ooc.

Firstly, don't ask me why, but I feel like Dara would appreciate sheep butts, I mean

That was weird, sorry

Now, when my lovely, gorgeous Gerzson Carstairs has his character development and dumps the toxicity of his family, and begins to understand how Khina has a fucking great family, he and Alastair become best friends or something. Idk, I just have the impression that they are similar characters, and that they like to have chess matches/exchange books/just hang out so often Khina sometimes feels like her husband Gerzson Carstairs loves her father more than his wife. I can imagine Gerzson talking about Alastair to Khina and Khina, who's definitely not jealous that her father is making her have less time with her husband, is basically like this: >: (

(all this while Matilda is just laughing her ass off ofc)

Btw, speaking of Matilda I think she'd love American speakeasies and would routinely visit Magnus's if she didn't live in the UK

Okay *cracks knuckles* I have three headcanons for Catia.

I can't remember if this came up in Heart of Tin, our joint fic, or if I just made it up on my own, but Catia loves *really* cold and unusual weather, right? So, hc that she takes Isidore on romantic trips to fucking Oymyakon (aka the coldest liveable place on earth) and Iceland (which ofc is cold, but also has the peculiarity of spending around two months of the year in utter darkness, and she'd ofc ask Isidore to go to Iceland during such months).

Once Isidore and her marry, she arranges to live in a house like Winchester Manor --doors leading to nothing included-- + when they have a child (I may be wrong on this one, but they had a gnc child?), Catia nails dolls's heads to the nursery's walls so that her baby will feel like they're always looked after.

And finally, ik Catia is as in touch with her Spanish side as I am to the Asian side according to my mother I have (meaning that I could have no Asian relatives at all), *but* I feel like Vicenta and Alvaro would try to show her parts of Spanish culture that she'd like. Mainly, I'm talking about the Fallas de Valencia, because Wagner look:

I'm not from Valencia, but I'm pretty sure Catia would appreciate a festival where wooden statues are burned in the middle of the night. Anyways, I feel like in the scenario Catia is willing to be a bit in touch with Spanish culture, she wouldn't miss the Fallas and would even try to make her own wooden statue.

I hope these were half-decent lol

Dygruxkndy I feel like Khina would send that to him and he would be aGaSt but unable to stop watching it over and over again

AHHHHHH YES YES YES that is officially canon Except for the fact that by the end of HoS, Gerzson won’t have much of a family left to dump :)

Ohhh yeah she 100% would lol. Matilda’s favorite sport of all time is breaking the law!

I‘m pretty sure that came up in the crossover fic, yeah lol. FHHGEYJDTJFFUT I LOVE THAT CK YESSSSS. Catia has also given birth to all three of her children in Oymyakon. With her third chilld (Chimeg), her water broke in Idris but she refused to give birth until she was in Oymyakon

Sgvfgjbfgkvdgh ✨yes✨. Canon. However they don have a gnc. I think you might be thinking of Rumi’s intersex child Icarus (?). They have three kids, Andrew, Franklin (who’s Mongolian name, Olgoi-Khorkhoi, literally translates to Mongolian Death Worm) and Chimeg. But Chimeg is a trans girl is maybe that’s what you were thinking lol. But yeah I love this hc so much

I can’t reveal too much about Catia’s relationship with her Spanish half because ~spoilers~ but what I can say is YES YES YES YES YES-

CATIA WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH OH MY GOD

#thank you ck this really made my day!!!#ck💙#ck’s ask #heart of stone #hos

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hahahax30 · 3 years ago

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YES SHE CALLED GERZSON CARSTAIRS

I love this

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🌹

(I'll have you know that that was the first time I've used emojis in literal months, if not a year)

(When I sent this to someone earlier, I think it was the first time I used it ever lol)

“Besides,” Gerzson added, “I’m hungry.”

Matilda tore her gaze away from the window at the sound of his voice. “First of all, you’re Hungarian, not Hungry. Grammar, Carastairs.” Gerzson held a finger up in her direction. Khina snorted. Perhaps he wasn’t as professional as he would have liked them all to believe. “Second of all, we don’t have the bloody time to stop and rest.”

“That’s a valid point,” Gizella said. “Except for that fact we’re Austrian and exhausted.”

#Wagner!#heart of stone #hos

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hahahax30 · 3 years ago

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Wagner I swear this was the best way to start a Monday-but-not-really. Let me just:

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Okay I fucking love this family and my favourite ship is the absolute best