#raisa ana’marianna

[therealms-number1angirl]

[lyn-ne]

I don’t care what the canon says, Raisa, Han, and Amon are all dating your honor.

[quarantineddreamer]

Thanks for the tag @captjynandor​ 💕

Three ships: RebelCaptain, Zutara, You (reader) x happiness

First ever ship: Han Alister x Raisa ana’Marianna (please tell me someone else has read these amazing books)

Last song: A Little Bit Yours - JP Saxe

Last movie: The Mummy

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Currently craving: Low pain day. I’m a little rattled to be experiencing this level of pain again tbh -hoping my meds kick in fast this week

Tagging: im being so lazy lol, if you see this and want to do this i’m tagging you 💙​

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[therealmsevents]

[pirate-and-soldier]

Here’s my piece for the Deathcaster gift exchange!! Sorry it took so long to get this to you, @authorgirl0131

Han and Raisa!!

[id: han and raisa, a young man and woman, face each other over a background that fades from white to magenta to black from the left. han is fair skinned with a slight tan, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue t-shirt. two scars are on his face, one on his cheek and the other across his eyebrow, and his nose is slightly crooked. he is gazing at raisa with a soft smile. raisa is a dark skinned native woman with dark brown hair, green eyes, long lashes, and a green off-shoulder dress that exposes part of her back. she is smiling up at han. a ribbon extends from behind han to behind raisa, fading from dark gray-green to light gray-green. behind han’s head is the head of a raven, and behind raisa’s head is a pink-purple rose. on the ribbon is the signature “Princette.” end id.]

hope you like it!!!!

[fagdykefriendship]

the ranking of shattered realms fathers goes:

7. marin karn (physically and emotionally abusive)

6. amon byrne (abandoned his daughter bc of his job, then dragged his daughter into the same job)

5. arschel matelon (does not listen to his sons)

4./3. jenna and breon’s fathers (dead and we know nothing about them)

2. harol strangward (also dead but at least tried to save his kids from death)

1. han alister (also also dead but seemed like his kids loved him)

and for the mothers it’s

5. iona nazari (wanted to kill five of her kids)

4. lila’s mom (dead and we know nothing about her)

3. hal’s mom (seems decent except for wanting to marry off her son as quickly as possible)

2. raisa ana’marianna (good character, good person, but overly judgemental as a mother)

1. frances chambord (was trying her best despite. everything about her husband. also got her son a boyfriend)

[bbauthor2]

This is why, for all my anger at killing Han, I loved the Shattered Realms spin off of the Seven Kingdoms series.

Because it was a continuation of the previous conflict, just with more emphasis on the external world instead of just the internal politics of the Fells. It also tied in the blood magic of the original series with a similar blood magic, along with making Han basically act in Crow’s role for his son.

Also, it didn’t make the previous series characters assholes. Like, Han and Raisa were realistic parents, with all the fault of regular parents that exist in the real world. But they were the same characters at their core.

When will creators of famous and beloved franchises realise that no fan in the history of fandoms has wanted the sequel with the new generation to have higher stakes and more angsty drama than the original.

A Fan: Wow, can’t wait to see the heroes’ children living in a world that has been made better by the original heroes, having a loving and respectful relationship with the hero I loved and respected as a child, and dealing with their own adventure that might not be as high stake as saving the world, but is important for their own personal journey. 

A creator: How about the world is ending again, the new generation hates the heroes, who have become major assholes for no reason, and everything is bigger and goes more boom.  

[i-love-all-books]

let it snow

For @authorgirl0131, for the Seven Realms Secret Santa!

General | Han Alister/Raisa ana’Marianna | Fluff, Snowball Fight, Ice Skating, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon

Summary: The first snowfall after the events of The Crimson Crown.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

The snow fell gently, dusting the city below Raisa ana’Marianna as she stood in her room, looking out of the window.

It had been three months since her marriage — three months married to Han, three months since the Demonai and wizards had worked together to rout the Ardenine army and General Klemath’s mercenaries, three months in which Montaigne had licked his wounds and failed to mount any serious attack. Raisa knew his counterattack would be coming — she had refused his hand in marriage and then defeated him in battle; there was no way he’d ever let her go — but he wouldn’t make a move until the summer. If he tried it now, his troops would freeze, starve, and/or be easy pickings for the Demonai. For now, Fells was safe.

Warm arms wrapped around her from behind, but Raisa didn’t flinch, turning to face Han as he held her close. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he said in explanation, voice rough with sleep.

“My apologies.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and forgot about the world for a moment in the feel of his lips on hers.

Han pulled back, however, shivering slightly. “It’s cold. Come back to bed.”

“Consider that you might only be cold because you’re not wearing a shirt,” Raisa replied.

“Are you complaining?”

“Of course not.” She grinned at him, running her hands across his shoulders and down his arms, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and noting the goosebumps that appeared along his skin. “You’re the one saying you’re cold.”

He huffed, kissing her again, probably to get her to stop talking. “Is there a reason you’re awake?”

“It’s snowing.”

Han followed her gaze out of the window. “Good for keeping the Ardenine army away,” he noted.

“And also for snowball fights.”

“We are not going to have a snowball fight,” Han said.

~

They were having a snowball fight.

And in the courtyard of the castle, no less. The snow had fallen thick and fast, as it usually did in the Fells, burying the courtyard in a foot-thick layer. Raisa had cancelled all the meetings for the day (“it’s snowing, General Dunedain, Arne isn’t about to invade, I think today’s meeting can wait”) and he’d been helpless to resist as she dragged him outside. Cat and Dancer had come as well.

Perhaps the snowball fight was slightly childish, but Han didn’t particularly care, because he got to see Raisa laugh (even if the price was taking a snowball to the head).

Han burst out laughing in turn at the look on Raisa’s face as his snowball slammed into her, though he stopped when Cat’s perfectly aimed return throw knocked him back a step. Dancer sent two snowballs back at the girls, one of which Raisa dodged while the other hit Cat on the shoulder. Raisa ducked behind a makeshift barricade she’d built, and Han raised a snowball, ready to throw as soon as she reappeared — only to get hit in the face by another snowball from Cat, which made him miss his moment and get hit three times by Raisa before he brushed enough snow out of his face that he could see. Dancer had managed to get Cat, but she’d retaliated viciously and he was retreating beneath her attack.

The two boys regrouped behind their own barricade. “Wish we could use magic,” Han complained.

“We’d win too easily,” Dancer replied. That, of course, was precisely why they’d agreed that magic was cheating, and it was true that it’d give them an unfair advantage, especially with Dancer’s unique ability to control the elements (including the snow itself) — but that didn’t change the fact that they were going to lose without it.

With a sigh, Han began making snowballs by hand. “Last-ditch attempt to charge them?”

Dancer nodded, and the two stood up from the wall they’d built to run at the girls, who immediately bombarded them with snowballs. Cat launched herself over the barrier at Dancer, knocking him down. Han didn’t stop, however, running all the way to the barricade behind which Raisa was standing as she threw snowballs.

They ended up lying in the snow, Raisa sitting on top of him with a snowball raised threateningly, and he couldn’t resist pulling her down into a kiss. The snowball dropped harmlessly into a drift beside him.

Then, of course, he had to use the moment to his advantage and shove some snow into her face. The moments that it took her to re-orient herself allowed him to get well away before she began to chase after him, screaming bloody murder, and he knew he’d most likely end up with his own faceful of snow.

~

There was a small lake a little way away from Fellsmarch, and Raisa snuck away from Cat and Dancer (not particularly difficult, as they were making out, though perhaps she wasn’t one to judge) to bring Han there.

She remembered skating there many times as a child, her mother showing her how to balance on the skates and then how to move on them, how to turn, how to spin, how to go backwards, until she was as nimble on the ice as she was on land, if not more so. It’d been one of the few times that she hadn’t felt jealous of Mellony for the attention that she got from their mother — Mellony had been too young to skate when Raisa had started, and even when she was old enough, she preferred to stay inside.

So Raisa had fond memories of the lake, and she hoped she could make more now, with Han at her side. If the lake was frozen, that is; it was early enough in the year that it might not be, but the temperature was low enough that she hoped so. And if not, they could always come back some other time.

“I don’t know how to ice skate,” Han protested.

“I taught you how to dance, I can teach you to skate,” she replied teasingly.

Han smiled involuntarily, and they continued on to the lake.

It was indeed frozen, and it didn’t crack when they threw rocks into the middle, so Raisa pulled on the skates she’d brought before helping Han with the ones she’d got him. He stood up, wavering slightly as he tried to balance, but he managed to remain standing.

“Now follow me,” she said.

Han fell. Several times. By the third time, she’d realized that she needed to stick closer beside him rather than expecting him to know how to skate immediately (it should have been obvious, but it had been a long time since she’d learned to skate herself), and so she held his hands, moving backward while facing him so that he could find his feet.

That meant, of course, that when he fell, she fell as well, and they ended up on the ground together more often than not. The falls grew less often as time went on, though, until Raisa went from skating backwards to skating at his side, holding hands. It eventually became clear that they really didn’t need to be holding hands any longer — Han wasn’t falling much anymore — but neither one particularly wanted to let go.

She told him about all those days learning to skate here, and the conversation devolved into simply discussing their lives, telling stories about all those little details of the other’s life that they’d never had a chance to learn. They didn’t discuss the war, by mutual if silent consensus, and Raisa didn’t think she’d ever laughed so much before.

Eventually, however, they started to feel cold, and they had to pack up and head home. Magret had somehow known that they were coming, bringing them mugs of hot cocoa as they sat by the fire in their room. Cat complained that she was supposed to be Raisa’s bodyguard, and she couldn’t exactly protect her if she was constantly running off, but subsided when Magret offered her a mug of cocoa as well.

~

Somebody found a board game, and the evening passed in warmth and laughter (aside from the fact that Cat was definitely cheating, though nobody seemed to believe Han when he said so — perhaps it was because he was winning, despite Cat’s cheating). Raisa curled up, leaning against his shoulder, watching Cat and Han bicker while Dancer laughed at the two of them and Magret served seemingly unending mugs of cocoa.

Tomorrow, they’d have to think about Arne again, about Montaigne’s plans for revenge, about the war. But for now, it was snowing outside, and the fire was warm, and the worries could wait until tomorrow.

Han smiled, an arm curving up to hold Raisa close.

[riyriamistborn]

Raisa Ana’Marianna

More figurines since I can't draw. Here's Raisa Ana'Marianna, or Briar Rose Demonai.

Han | Raisa | Amon | Micah and Fiona | Dancer and Cat | Mellony | Jemson | Alger Waterlow

[simplaertes]

where are all the people who ready the seven realms series at. han alister, raisa ana’Marianna, fire dancer........... the worldbuilding......... the idea of cyclical history................. that book was a) fantastic and b) extremely formative to me so not seeing it anywhere online is SO strange

[therealms-number1angirl]

i ended up editing raisa's profile on the 7 realms wiki a bit 😭

[authorgirl0131]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Seven Realms Series - Cinda Williams Chima Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Alister/Raisa ana'Marianna Characters: Han Alister, Raisa ana'Marianna Additional Tags: Touch-Starved, Touching, But not in a sexual way - Freeform Summary:

Ever since Mari and his mam died, Han has had this ache in his chest that bursts into flames whenever he was touched.

@i-love-all-books

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The burning started a month after Mari and his mam was killed.

At first, the burn was just a dull ache in his chest, barely there and not, in Han’s opinion, worthy of note. It didn’t hurt that much and was very easily shoved to the back of his mind, and he kind of just assumed it was part of grief and the fact that he’s gotten his family killed. Most of the time, he just ignored it.

Until Bayar’s murder attempt.

After his near-lethal fall down the stairs, one of the higher students had practically dragged him to the infirmary to make sure he hadn’t broken anything important. The nurse had checked his wrists, his ribs, his skull, her bare hands prodding his skin-

The dull ache in his chest turned into fire that burned so agonizingly that he had almost shouted.

The fire took a while, nearly two hours, to finally dull back down to an ache, and once he wasn’t immobilized by the agony he’d instantly gone into the amulet to ask Alger what the heck was going on. Alger hadn’t known, he’d never heard anything like it, but he swore up and down that Han hadn’t been cursed. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he would have known if Han had been cursed.

Meaning that, whatever this was, Han would just have to deal with it until he found out what was wrong.

The next month was spent actively avoiding touch, which wound up being pretty hard once the other students began to like having him around. He dodged what touch he could and, when someone did touch him, he retreated to his room as soon as possible and spent the next few hours curled up on his bed, his pillow held against his chest in an iron grip. The other students gathered that he didn’t like touch fairly quickly, thank Hanalea, and that made it easier. He avoided touch like the plague, and the ache in his chest stayed just that- an ache.

Then Rebecca came along.

He realized, a bit too late, that their lessons in all things court would soon mean dancing lessons, and he tried everything he could to stall it, but it couldn’t be avoided forever. Not wanting to reveal whatever was wrong with him, Han reluctantly agreed to her dance lessons. He grabbed her hand (the fire lit,) wrapped an arm around her slim waist (it seared.) Her hand went to his shoulder and she moved close, not so close that their bodies were flush, but close enough for her to occasionally brush against his burning chest.

He’d thrown himself back, moving away from her so quickly that he tripped over the table and hit the ground hard. She’d rushed over, hand reached out to help him up, and he’d cringed away.

Her mouth had dropped open. He was pretty sure she had gotten the wrong idea, but she didn’t try to touch him again.

Their dance lessons were different, her telling him what to do, him trying it (without a partner,) and her correcting what he did wrong, all while she never touched him. He was glad she was being so considerate, but the memory of her touch lingered, coming after him in the late hours of the evening, lighting him on fire and keeping him from sleeping.

Hanalea, he wanted to dance with her again. 

-

Months passed, a lot happened. Rebecca had revealed herself to be Raisa ana’Marianna, the princess. She was crowned, Fellsmarch was very nearly invaded, Han became High Wizard…

They began courting.

While he was happy, so incredibly happy, his problem came back. Unlike before, he couldn’t find a way to avoid touching her. He was her lover, they were supposed to hold hands and hug and kiss and all of that fun stuff, and he wanted to do that… But the one time she hugged him, the fire had become so bad that he’d nearly thrown himself across the room. She hadn’t said anything, but he could see her confusion. Worse, he could see just a bit of hurt.

He’d wanted to tell her, but what would he say? That he was cursed? That he was sick? He couldn’t explain what was going on when he didn’t even know! Han didn’t like not knowing.

Then, two weeks after the hug incident, he’d finally gotten an answer.

In a fit of desperation over not even being able to hold the hand of the woman he loved, he’d gone to the royal doctor. He’d explained everything. And she’d given him a diagnosis.

Touch starvation.

Somehow, hearing those two words made him feel even worse. He knew about starving for food, for water, for adventure and the like. But who had ever heard of being starved for touch? Hanalea’s bloody bones, that sounded pathetic.

According to the doctor, the only way to treat touch starvation was to get what you were starving for- touch (yeah, that was pretty obvious.) But if he were to do that, it would hurt. Only for a little bit, if the doctor was telling the truth, but still. 

At the risk of sounding pathetic, he was really bloody tired of pain.

Still, the problem would only get worse as time went on and, try as he might, he couldn’t avoid touching Raisa forever. So, after a few days of agonizing over his decision and changing his mind nearly twenty times, he forced himself to tell Raisa everything.

-

“Rai?” He took a deep breath, and then another, and sat on her bed. She glanced over from her desk. “Can I talk to you?”

If only his old gang could see him now. The infamous Cuffs Allister, silver-tongued sweet-talker, reduced to fidgeting and staring at the carpet. 

“Of course.” She walked over and sat next to him. Her hands twitched as if she wanted to take his, but she seemed to think better of it.

So he reached out and took them.

Her eyebrows raised and her eyes- her beautiful, beautiful eyes- widened. The fire exploded in his chest, burning so badly he clenched his teeth. “Han? What’s wrong?”

“I’mtouchstarved!” He blurted, trying to force it out before he could change his mind again. He expected a lot of things- for her to laugh, for her to judge him, for her to roll her eyes-

The one thing he didn’t expect was the relived smile that broke out across her face and her whisper of “Thank the gods.”

For once, Han Allister was completely thrown through a loop.

“Huh? He asked intelligently, eyebrows shooting up.

“I was afraid it was something bad.” She squeezed his hands tightly. “I thought that someone had hurt you.”

Oh… When he thought about it, it was pretty obvious she had come to that conclusion. If she had known he was touch-starved, he was pretty sure that she, Hanalea bless her, would instantly try to confront the problem. In a way, he was kind of glad she’d come to the wrong conclusion. It had given him the time he’d needed to accept that he’s had this problem. “I… I want it to get better, but I don’t know how.”

Yeah, that wasn’t entirely true, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for what he wanted- what he needed. Thankfully, she seemed to understand.

“We’ll start small if you want,” she said, squeezing his hands again.

“No… I… Can you…” Words, for once in his life, were failing him. He just couldn’t make himself ask for what he desperately needed.

Like always, Raisa understood. “Do you want me to hug you?”

“... Yes please.”

She let go of his hands and, moving slowly, wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around him. His body moved forward against his will, pressing against her as much as it could, and she responded by hugging him tighter.

To his surprise, the fire… well, it didn’t exactly disappear, but it dulled.

Hanalea, this felt incredible.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” She asked, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades.

He wasn’t sure he could make himself leave if he tried. “Gods, yes.”

[gregorien]

Han Alister and Raisa ana’Marianna from the Seven Realms series because I love them

[pirate-and-soldier]

So, as it is my birthday, I decided to post this drawing I did a few days ago in preparation for this lol. Happy Birthday to myself and one of the best, most powerful women I have ever had the chance to get to know in such a wonderful book. Love you, Raisa.

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Top 10 female characters tag

@agirlisabookworm Thank you for tagging me!

Rules: Write your 10 favorite female characters from different fandoms and tag 10 people!

•Aelin Galathynius, Manon and Nehemia (ToG series)

•Raisa ana’Marianna (The Seven Realms series)

•Iris (Wicked Like a Wildfire)

•Mia Corvere (Nevernight)

•Safiya and Iseult (truthwitch)

•Lia (The Remnant Chronicles)

•Katsa and Bitterblue (Graceling)

•Feyra (ACOTAR)

• Jenna and Lila (Flamecaster)

•Lira (To Kill a Kingdom)

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20 questions!

I got tagged by @its-simply-bri

Name: You can call me Raia or Rai (lol that’s not my real name)

Zodiac sign: Libra

Height: 5′4″

Languages spoken: English, Spanish (I’m like, intermediate. I can speak it better than I can write. Writing Spanish is rough for me though lol) Barely whatever Japanese I pick up from songs or anime, 

Nationality: Panamanian (Technically I’m afro-latina)

Favourite fruit: I love fruit in general. Strawberries, Kiwi, Mango, Papaya, Pineapple, grapes, etc.

Favourite scent: I like the smell of fresh cut grass, baked bread, cinnamon, bacon, etc.

Favourite colour: Shades of blue

Favourite animal: Ooo I like Tigers (and big cats in general) and Wolves, 

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Depends. I like all 3. 

Favourite candy: I have a sweet tooth from hell. Hot Tamales, Mike and Ikes, Lemonheads, Gummy worms, Gummy bears, chocolate, twix, 3 musketeers, you name it. 

Dream trip: I want to do a tour of Europe or Latin America. 

Favorite fictional character: I have a lot of favorites...books or otherwise. Madara Uchiha, Legolas (LOTR), Aragorn, Raisa ana’Marianna (the Crimson Crown Trilogy), Master Chief (John 117), etc. 

When your blog was created: 2016ish? 

Last movie you’ve seen:  13 Assassins directed by Eiichi Kudo (foreign film in Japanese with english subtitles)

Songs you’ve had on repeat: Nightcore-Hey Mama, Major Lazer- Watch Out For This (Bumaye), Hallelujah (Switching vocals) Nightcore (A friend of mine likes to hear me sing this apparently), Gyal You a Party Animal with and without Daddy Yankee, and so many more...

Favorite holiday: Christmas!!! I love Christmas and Three King’s Day. They’re my favorite holidays. They are really important holidays to me.