#sister armel

[thesablequear]

I’ve been being so normal about Redwall today

(Humans ur mice Humans ur mice Humans ur mice)

Og Rakkety Tam textpost

[tinybookgirl]

“Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam,

the drums are beatin’ braw.

Och, now ye’ve gained a heart’s desire,

ye’ll no more march tae war!”

[lostmidnightwriter]

Rakkety Tam Character as Random Phone Pics:

Rakkety Tam MacBurl

Wild Doogy Plumm

Sister Armel

Brooky

Ferdimond de Mayne

Sergeant Wonwill

Gulo the Savage

Askor

Yoofus Lightpaw

Butty Wopscutt

[aces-and-kings]

Armel. The gallus bastard. "When boasting begins, there dignity ends…", he'd muttered to the collective. Mere moments after bragging about the havoc he'd cast upon the guilty and innocent alike.

Thor scoffed, "Says th' guy boastin' aboot his power spread far 'n' wide." "Mm. Touché. Yes. We will not come to blows this evening - nor any other until this little tournament takes place", he conceded to the proposal set forth by T'vahje to put an end to the unnecessary slaughter. While the unwelcome guest were escorted out, having delivered their ultimatum, Thorstyr took the binder he'd obtained earlier to the hangar and met up with the crew. The Doc was ecstatic to review the company's notes in regards to recent activities but he gained a quick understanding of just what precisely made Armel so dangerous. His colleague had indeed gotten mixed up with the worst sort of company and now he was faced with a moral conundrum himself. Being able to understand villainous motivations wasn't exactly high on the most desirable traits list. What Armel sought for his kind was undoubtedly despicable, though hadn't the same been said of the Doc's own experiments all those years ago?

There was truth in the horror of it all, but the ends justified the means, to some in any case.

The binder snapped shut. "I- I must prepare. For what is to come." Semex stopped and looked up at Thor, a sort of bewildered shock upon his face. "What a privilege it would have been to study your changes as the world around you plunges into chaos, ceaseless in it's endeavors." He smiled a crooked grin, patting Thor's forearm with a gloved hand. "You will learn to adapt or you will crumble with it. Remember that."

[adainesjacket]

Hi there! :)

Saw your list of OCs and I’m fascinated by the Trevelyan twins (I just love tragic siblings dynamic in media).

I don’t have a specific prompt in mind, but would love to read something about them, perhaps as teenagers, before being separated?

Only if you feel like it, of course!

Thanks!!

Thank you so much for asking! This got a bit long, haha, but hopefully it's interesting. I've sketched out a Trevelyan family tree for you first and then written a little something.

I gave my Trevelyans a Korean-inspired* background, because when I was creating Seong I said "I want to make the hottest man it is possible to create in the Inquisition character creator" and my wife looked at the result and said "so you made Daniel Henney. That's Daniel Henney from The Wheel of Time." Which meant I had suceeded (I love him so much), and I thought I'd lean into that.

(* I am not Korean and always open to concrit/corrections!)

Seong's parents are Jong-Su Trevelyan (Free Marcher noble) & Armelle Trevelyan (working-class Orlesian). Jong-Su had a previous marriage which was very unhappy, and after she died he met Armelle by chance on an import/export trip and fell hopelessly in love, despite the class and age difference. They married scandalously quickly and the children of his first marriage never quite forgave him for it. He's basically living the Mr de Winter life - no-one knows/believes how unhappy he was in his first marriage, and now he's finally found someone who deeply cares for him and makes him happy, all anyone can talk about is his first wife and how badly he must have treated her.

Armelle is a sweet, hardworking woman from an Orlesian family that might once have been noble but fell to poverty years ago. She's well aware that she looks like a golddigger (she's much younger than Jong-Su) but genuinely adores her husband and doesn't take shit about it. They have two children - our Trevelyan twins, Seong and Viola. (Viola is the only Trevelyan child with a European name, as she took Armelle's mother's - her grandmere's - name when she came out. Viola's given name was Eun. Her parents are totally cool with it.)

Seong and Viola's half-siblings are a mixed bunch. The oldest (Hana) is openly antagonistic towards them and their mother, and is probably the person Seong dislikes most in the world. The youngest, Hak-Kun, is more sympathetic, and did at least visit the twins when they were children and occasionally sent gifts.

Children from Jong-Su's first marriage:

Hana (married a wealthy Orlesian merchant and settled down)

Bora (married a Lord of Fortune, always travelling)

Min-Ho (died of blight as a young man)

Chul (Chantry servant)

Hak-Kun (unmarried, chevalier)

Ficlets under the cut!

This is a snippet from an Inquisition playthrough fic I'm working on with @lottiesnotebook , where Seong runs into one of his half-siblings at the Winter Palace:

“I know I have not been the most... attentive of older brothers,” Hak-Kun began, looking almost as if he’d rehearsed this speech in his mind. “None of us have been. We were angry, at first, for Father remarrying as suddenly as he did, and by the time we were no longer angry... you and Viola were almost grown, and had no need of us. It was easy to blame it on the difference in our ages at first, but when the news reached me that you were with the Inquisition, and she was... gone, I felt so ashamed. I have two half-siblings, one of whom is one of the great leaders of our age, and I knew nothing of either of you.” 

Seong took a moment to absorb this. In some ways, he'd wanted to hear it for a long time. He just wished it wasn't coming so late. "I hoped you would reach out," he admitted eventually. "I don't care about the others. But I always thought you liked us - or tolerated us, at least. You were even kind to amma. Hana used to make her cry." His lip curled as he remembered it, his vengeful older sister, and the cold brother who used to try and convince their father that Viola belonged in a Circle. 

And here is a little ficlet just for you about the Trevelyan twins, pre-separation! They're fifteen here, and Viola is taken by the Templars when she's seventeen. (Viola hasn't come out a trans woman yet, so I use her given name here.)

"Where is your brother? I wanted you both here before the service, and now I find he didn't show up at all."

Seong froze, guilty, at the threshold of the kitchen door. His father, grey and regal and uncompromising, stared him down like a hawk.

"Seong?" Seong asked, fidgeting with the hem of his brother's borrowed jacket. "He's… um…"

Jong-Su Trevelyan sighed. "Eun, you don't have to lie for him. Tell me the truth, now, there's a good boy."

Seong slumped into a chair, the picture of contrition. "Sorry, papa. He's at the market. With the travelling players."

Their father rolled his eyes and let out a growl. "Of course he is. Oh, when I get my hands on that boy…"

"Don't be too harsh on him?" Seong asked hopefully. "I'm sure he didn't mean to miss the service. You know he loves to sing in the choir," he added, feeling a little bitter at having missed the opportunity, as Eun wasn't a member. But Eun never snuck out, never asked for anything, and it was, Seong reminded himself, the least he could do in return for all the times he'd done it himself.

"We will have words," his father said finally. "He's getting too old to play the fool like this."

I'm fifteen, Seong thought mutinously, but smiled demurely at their father. "He may have returned already. I'll go check our rooms."

"Good boy." His father patted his cheek as he left.

He found not Eun upstairs, but Armelle, his mother, straightening the corners of his bedspread despite the fact they had a maid for that job. He kissed her on the cheek as he passed, but instead of returning the gesture she straightened up and looked at him with an unimpressed expression.

"Sweet boy," she said, eyebrows raised. "Did I hear you tell your father that Seong was at the market?"

"I did," Seong said, squirming internally. "He - he shouldn't be too late home?"

Armelle tutted and reached out to tweak his ear. "You are not as good an actor as you think, Seong."

Seong collapsed back on the neatly tucked-in bedspread. "This is exhausting," he moaned to the ceiling. "I'm never making him do this again."

Armelle, chuckling, sat down next to him and stroked a lock of his hair (loose, in the style Eun preferred, compared to Seong's usual braids.) "Perhaps this was a good lesson for you then, mon cher."

"How did you know?" He demanded, sitting back up. "Father didn't notice for a second."

Armelle rolled her pretty blue eyes. "I carried you both in my womb for nine months. I can tell my boys apart. So where is your brother?"

"He's with a girl."

"You're serious?"

"Yes - don't tease, you know how shy he is." Seong sighed, falling back against his mother's side. "I'm going to be in so much trouble and I didn't even do anything."

"You're a good brother," Armelle said, kissing the top of his head. "And this punishment will serve for all the times we have failed to catch you."

*

"I hope it was worth it," Seong said mutinously as Eun gracefully climbed through the bedroom window. "I've got to muck out all the stables tomorrow."

"I'll help," Eun smiled. "I really, really appreciate it." He crossed the room lightly and slung off his satchel and Seong's coat. He looked… luminous, in the moonlight. Lighter and happier than he'd been in months.

"How was it, then? The alienage?"

"Wonderful," Eun sighed, falling back onto his own bed. "I wish I could have stayed longer. Fiovera taught me so much in just a few hours."

Seong couldn't help quirking an eyebrow. "Oh? So you were with a girl?"

"Stop it," Eun retorted, but he couldn't hide the blush that had risen to his cheeks. "She's nice, that's all." He played with the hem of his tunic for a moment, and seemed to be searching for the right words to say. "Did you know she wasn't always a girl?" He said eventually. His eyes didn't meet Seong's.

Seong yawned. "Like Bora's husband?"

"Yes, just - the other way around."

"Well," Seong said, vaguely nonplussed, "good for her. I have to sleep. I have chores tomorrow," he added, in distaste.

"Poor princeling," Eun teased. "I really do appreciate it, you know."

"Mm-hmmm."

"So, about next weekend…"

[haggishlyhagging]

But independence is not the sole preserve of widows and singles. It can also occur in the home itself, right under a husband's nose. This is indeed the symbolism of the witch's nocturnal flights, which lead her to desert the marital bed, escaping the sleeping man's vigilance, to straddle her broomstick and take off for the sabbath. In the demonologists' tirades, which betray the masculine obsessions of their times, the witch's flight, as Armelle Le Bras-Chopard describes it, represents:

“a freedom to come and go, not only without the husband's permission but generally without his knowledge (unless he is a witch himself) and even to his disadvantage. By picking up a broomstick or chair leg and placing it between her legs, the witch awards herself a simulacrum of the virile member that she lacks. And by artificially stepping outside her sex and giving herself that of a man, she is also stepping outside her female gender: the witch is able to accord herself the ease of movement that, within the standard social order, is the unique privilege of men. [...] Granting herself this autonomy, and thereby escaping the man whose principal freedom is manifest through his dominance over her, the witch spirits a portion of the man's power away from him: her liberation is also a larceny.”

Contrary to what today's "backlash" would have us believe, women's autonomy does not entail a severing of connections, but rather the opportunity to form bonds that do not infringe on our integrity or our freedom of choice, bonds that promote our personal development instead of blocking it—whatever lifestyle we choose, whether solo or in a partnership, with or without children. As Pam Grossman writes, "the Witch is arguably the only female archetype that has power on its own terms. She is not defined by anyone else. Wife, sister, mother, virgin, whore—these archetypes draw meaning based on relationships with others. The Witch, however, is a woman who stands entirely on her own." Whereas the example promulgated over the period of the witch-hunts, imposed first by violence and then, later, with the nineteenth-century invention of the housewife ideal, by a clever mix of flattery, seduction and menace, locks women into their role as reproducers and disenfranchises them from participation in the world of work. Thus, women are positioned in such a way that their own identity is constantly at risk of being muddled with others,' of atrophying, of being swallowed up altogether. They are prevented from living and fashioning their own lives, for the sake of representing an imagined quintessence of femininity. In New York, in 1969, the WITCH group caused havoc at a weddings trade fair by releasing mice into the main hall. One of their slogans railed, "Always a Bride, Never a Person."

-Mona Chollet, In Defense of Witches: The Legacy of the Witch Hunts and Why Women are Still on Trial

[rosesnwater]

Lowkey one of the funniest things aceline has ever done is, 5 minutes after entering an enchanted castle ruled by what she thinks is an evil(?) Fairy, she steals his childhood journal and then when caught the first thing to think to say is to lie and says its hers, sonething immediately disproven. Like girl. Everytime i read that scene i laughed and thought of that "play dumb" "who's miles?" "Not that dumb" meme

Unlike Armel, Aceline can lie but that doesn't make her a GOOD lier.

Also, your comment made me laugh and now I'm picturing her sisters frantically trying to give her advice lol

[pokemonomegaverse]

KATAANG36 asked: Would any of your kids be benders (atla/lok style) and if they are, who would be the Avatar?

In an Avatar AU, Corin would be the most likely candidate for Avatar, with earthbending as his starting element.  Tierno would be an earthbender while Calem would be a waterbender, so the rest of his younger siblings would inherit a mix of those two.  Likely Mel as an earthbender. Any other hypothetical kids as waterbenders.

In contrast, Casimir would be a firebender (obviously something he inherited from Lysandre).  He wouldn’t resent his firebending, per se, but it would be something he would have mixed feelings about (although he’s taught by Serena, who would be a firebender in this AU, so he’s not lacking in a positive role model/teacher).  It would just be another thing that makes him feel different from his family.  Likely the way the family found out Corin was the Avatar was when he starting imitating his older brother’s firebending, and while at the time Casimir would be happy his brother could firebend like him, once they’re older, Corin being the Avatar just further drives home that he’s the perfect, wanted son.  Much like in the Main AU, Casimir starts to resent Corin being the Avatar and leaves for Sinnoh, hoping distance will stop these feelings from growing.

Lotte would be a firebender as well, so between her and Casimir practicing with him from a young age, this would be the next element Corin would ace.  

Armel and his sister, Aida, would both be earthbenders (Shauna being a nonbender while Brawly is an earthbender).

Juri would be a firebender while Colm would be a waterbender (guess who gets to teach Corin waterbending, even though realistically, Calem should be the one teaching him!  Tbh, both likely teach him at different points).  Lucas would be a waterbender while Barry is a firebender, and while both of them would try to teach their children, Juri would still end up pretty bad at firebending.  Casimir would end up with an arc where he teaches Juri how to use her firebending more efficiently, and it would help him work through the remainder of his issues with his own firebending.

Kyra would be an airbender, as it’s the closest to Aura.  An Aura Guardian in these verse would likely translate to an especially skilled airbender who acts as a protector of sorts for the region, making Kyra a guardian in training while Riley is the current guardian.  She would be the one who teaches Corin airbending, although Riley would teach him extensively as well.  Really, Kyra ends up his sparring partner and initial link to getting in contact with Riley.

Trish would be a nonbender, which would be something she would feel insecure and bitter about (Trevor would actually be an earthbender, Trish was just unlucky and didn’t inherit either of her parent’s elements).  Unlike in the regular AU where she doesn’t generally make use of any of Colleen’s inventions, in this AU, she would.  Colleen would be an earthbender who focuses on making devices that could take the place of bending.  Either a nonbender could use them to manipulate the elements or a bender could use them to manipulate an element other than their own.  Her devices don’t really work, but it’s what she’s trying to develop, so Trish would be the main one testing her devices.

[hallowgracie]

One of the most powerful motivations behind completing Crystal Magic this time has to do with the meta-narrative surrounding it.

Some of you might remember previous drafts where there were four sisters and both Gwynn and Sorrel had very different love interests. In every version before this one, Sorrel was romantically-involved with a character named Prince Armel/Tedros who played the part of the cursed bear prince in the Snow-White and Rose-Red fairytale.

However, in every version of the story I was unsatisfied with this pairing. Tedros/Armel despite being the same age as Sorrel felt older and had a strong power imbalance that was amplified by Sorrel making so many sacrifices for him and his throwing away of their relationship to save his people. It was understandable, the morally right thing even--but it did not endear me to him. But there was also no way to write a version of the story where they were compatible.

Gwynn went through a few different love interests. She at first was paired with Prince Lin, who would have been the prince of the people inspired by the dwarves, now the Annwynese, and then in a later draft was involved with Coppelius.

Lin was a better fit than Coppelius, but both were immature characters that didn't suit her pragmatism or quiet devotion and resolution.

That's when Versailles entered the draft.

At that point, I was still considering keeping the four sisters when I realized that Coppelius and Versailles were essentially more interesting, grander-scale versions of Armel/Tedros and Lin.

That's when it all clicked into place. Sorrel and Coppelius suited each other quite well, as did Gwynn and Versailles.

What motivated me to keep going with this draft was wanting that final chance to make the right pairings, to finish the happily ever afters as intended.

There's something about that that is very Hadestown, very "try again until we get it right." Maybe that's why Hadestown resonated with me so. It tells the story of a storyteller, of an artist so well.

[sonennou]

Ur priñs yaouank 'monet d'e rejimant ; Àr ma c'halon eñ 'lak ur groaz argant./ Hag àr ma biz eñ 'lak un diamant, Àr ma c'halon eñ 'lak ur groaz argant./ Àr ma c'halon eñ 'lak ur groaz argant : « Ha gwarnit hi genoc'h ba kornig ho kredañs. (1)/ » Ha gwarnit hi genoc'h ba kornig ho kredañs Kent arruin 'r gêr a ma rejimant. »/ « Kerzhit ma c'hoar àr vur an tro-c'hastell Da saludiñ ar Priñs 'zo 'tonet 'ziabell./ » Da saludiñ ar Priñs 'zo a-bell é tonet A zo getañ e dropad soudarded. »/ « Boñjour, ar Priñs, ho saludiñ a ran ; Setu amañ ho tous Maris vihan !/ ‒ Salud deoc'h-c'hwi, femelennig yaouank ; N'eo ket c'hwi eo man dous Maris vihan !/ » N'eo ket c'hwi eo man dous Maris vihan Hag àr ho piz n'eo ket man diamant./ » Hag àr ho piz n'eo ket man diamant, Àr ho kalon n'eo ket ma c'hroaz argant. »/ « Kerzhit ma c'hoar da saludiñ ar Priñs, Ar priñs yaouank en deus ma anavet !/ ‒ Setu ma mab, ma mab ha ma madoù Kar eh an-me bremañ da soufriñ tourmantoù. »/ « Salud ar Priñs, ho saludiñ a ran, Setu amañ ho tous Maris vihan !/ ‒ Boñjour deoc'h-c'hwi man dous Maris vihan, Ar fall liv a zougit a lâr eh oc'h bet klañv./ ‒ Nompas ar Priñs, ha klañv nend on ket bet ; An derzhienn a nav miz he deus ma gwallaozet. »

FR. LE RETOUR DU JEUNE PRINCE. Un jeune prince allant à son régiment pose sur mon cœur une croix en argent. / Sur mon doigt il met un diamant, sur mon cœur il pose une croix en argent. / Sur mon cœur il pose une croix en argent : « Gardez-la dans un coin de votre armoire. / » Gardez-la dans un coin de votre armoire jusqu'à ce que je revienne à la maison de mon régiment. » / « Allez, ma sœur, sur le mur d'enceinte du château pour saluer le Prince qui vient au loin. / » Pour saluer le Prince qui vient de loin, accompagné de sa troupe de soldats. » / « Bonjour Prince, je vous salue, voici votre douce petite Marie ! / - Salut à vous, jeune femme, ce n'est pas vous ma douce petite Marie ! / » Ce n'est pas vous ma douce petite Marie : sur votre doigt ce n'est pas mon diamant. / » Sur votre doigt ce n'est pas mon diamant, sur votre cœur ce n'est pas ma croix d'argent ! » / « Allez, ma sœur, saluer le Prince, le jeune prince qui m'a reconnue ! / - Voici mon fils, mon fils et mes biens car maintenant je vais souffrir mille tourments. » / « Bonjour Prince, je vous salue, voici votre douce petite Marie ! / - Bonjour à vous ma douce petite Marie. Le mauvais teint que vous portez dit que vous avez été malade. / - Non, Prince, je n'ai pas été malade ; c'est la fièvre de neuf mois qui m'a malmenée. »

EN. THE RETURN OF THE YOUNG PRINCE. A young prince going to his regiment places on my finger a diamond. On my heart he places a silver cross: "Keep it in a corner of your wardrobe until I return home from my regiment."/ "Go, my sister, to the castle wall to greet the Prince who comes from afar accompanied by his troop of soldiers./ “Hello Prince, I greet you, here is your sweet little Marie! / - Hello to you, young woman, it is not you, my sweet little Marie! / "It is not you, my sweet little Marie: on your finger, it is not my diamond. / "On your finger, it is not my diamond, on your heart, it is not my silver cross!" / "Go, my sister, greet the Prince, the young prince who recognized me! / - Here is my son, my son and my goods, for now I am going to suffer a thousand torments." / "Hello Prince, I greet you, here is your sweet little Marie! / - Hello to you, my sweet little Marie. The bad complexion you wear says that you have been ill. / - No, Prince, I have not been ill; it is the nine-month fever that has mistreated me."

(1) genoc'h = ganeoc'h ; kredañs = armel, pres

[shattered-starsxx]

( crossover event: vegas × detroit × district of columbia )

vital statistics. ⮕full name: Iridián Cosette Falkenrath ⮕entomology: Iridián [ Means "related to Iris or rainbows", ultimately from Greek ἶρις (genitive ἴριδος). It briefly entered the American top 1000 list in 1995, likely due to a Mexican singer named Iridián. ] Cosette [ From French chosette meaning "little thing". This is the nickname of the illegitimate daughter of Fantine in Victor Hugo's novel Les Misérables (1862). Her real name is Euphrasie, though it is seldom used. In the novel young Cosette is the ward of the cruel Thénardiers until she is retrieved by Jean Valjean. ] Falkenrath [ Derived from Middle High German falke "falcon" and rat "counsel, advice". ] ⮕nickname(s): Iri, Eerie, Dián. ⮕date of birth: March 8th 1983 ⮕place of birth: Las Vegas, Nevada. ⮕current residence: nomadic ( spends five months in las vegas, five months in detroit & two months in washington dc. ) ⮕species: mortal ⮕gender: female ⮕face claim: for this particular au plot only, strictly will be using EMERAUDE TOUBIA as the face.

⮕sexual orientation: heterosexual ⮕romantic orientation: greyromantic ⮕parents: Abigaëlle Desideria Falkenrath ( neé Garrido • mother, deceased ), Gerald Armel Falkenrath ( father, deceased ). ⮕siblings: Davinia Gerhild Falkenrath ( younger sister • alive ), Auguste Desiderio Falkenrath ( younger brother • alive ). ⮕pets: two cockatiels, Vina & Desi.

⮕vehicle(s):

⮕occupation: blackjack dealer at the bellagio, blackjack dealer at the mgm grand detroit, assassin ( detroit & district of columbia • primarily works for the Solntsevskaya Bratva. ) ⮕education: ⮕medical history: ⮕height & weight: 5'7 1/2" & 125 lbs ⮕hair & eye color: brown & hazel ⮕piercings: two in each ear, a cuff in the left, right tragus, & a double bar in her left eyebrow. ⮕tattoos: ⮕religion: lapsed christian

⮕nationality: American ⮕heritage: French - Spanish - German ⮕additional languages: fluent in French, Spanish ( Spain & Mexico ), Russian & Dutch. ⮕hobbies: journaling, ballet, knitting, & painting. ⮕favorite things: ⮕personality: ⮕zodiac sign: pisces. ⮕combat skills: to be determined.

⮕speciality: awareness of the preternatural ( how'd that happen? goes here. ) ⮕speciality #2: the ability to see "threads" that allow her to know what TYPE of species someone is. ( white with a pulsing purple outline; not from earth. | midnight black, vampires. | dark blue, demons. | neon red, werewolves. | hunter green, fae folk. | coral pink, humans. | white with a yellow halo, divine or divine half bloods. | orange, shifters. | lilac halo, magic users. | dark gray, unknown. | powder blue, half breed of another kind. ) ⮕ about this plot: • coming soon.

[thesablequear]

Brian Jacques, every other paragraph: Sister Armel is PRETTY and INNOCENT and PRETTY and also PRETTY did I mention that she’s PRETTY, a PRETTY maid

[cheshirequeenwithoutaheart]

scarlett's family is... kind of complicated. her birth mother died soon after giving birth to her, whilst her adoptive mother can't openly be her mother due to an agreement stating that her and her sisters wouldn't meddle in the affairs of mortals (two of them secretly do anyway, but a baby would have made their breaking of this agreement a bit too obvious). technically speaking, scarlett was raised by a woman named diana, but never actually considered her to be her mother for a whole host of reasons. her adoptive mother is also a friend/colleague of her father, who has no idea that scarlett is alive and assumes she died with her mother. he has spent basically the entirety of scarlett's life in mourning. her adoptive mother also has no idea that scarlett is his daughter, because he refuses to talk about it.

tristan and esmee are brother and sister, being from the story inspired by cinderella and the juniper tree. they have two stepsisters and a stepmother, but since this is a cinderella/the juniper tree story, the stepmother is terrible. one of the stepsisters is also terrible, whilst the other is not.

hansel and gretel also exist. hansel is a reclusive high priest to one of the gods, whilst gretel is also a high priestess but isn't a recluse.

other mentions include: snow white and rose red (sister and brother), the seven mermaid sisters from the little mermaid inspired story (galene, nerissa, apseudes, halia, lysianassa, thetis and ione), rhiannon and armel (mother and child), and diana and silvia (mother and daughter).

Tilda is looking for her brother. Are there any family members in your story? Siblings? Parents? Uncles? Tell us about them!

[alexsrandomramblings]

We get it, we get it. Sister Armel is a pretty young squirrelmaid. You don't need to constantly restate that fact.

[onebourbon-oneshot-onetear]

My Home-DruigxF!Eternal

A/N: I've been obsessed with Druig since watching Eternals (twice) so I had to get this down. This is pretty much fluff, but there will definitely be a part 2.

Warnings: Spoilers for Eternals

Prompt: Reuniting with your husband

Word count: 2.6K

Part 1 Part 2

I hummed to myself as I set down my small brush and picked up a larger one, being careful not to knock over the bust I was cleaning off. I had only been at work for a few hours, but I was already restless. As much as I loved being a curator, there were plenty of days where my job was quite boring, especially when the hours passed by so slowly.

Although I suppose as an Eternal, time had never been an issue. We, my adopted family and I, never gave much thought to the passing of time. We had been on Earth for thousands of years. Eventually, it just seemed to all run together. Life as an Eternal was…interesting. And lonely. It was hard to make friends and be involved in people’s lives when you would have to leave them in a few decades anyway. Most of the time, we kept to ourselves, going back and forth to visit each other, some more than others.

I had spent the last few years in France, easily getting a job as a curator for a private museum. It was pretty easy considering I had been there when a lot of these artifacts were created. Every once in a while I would see something that Sersi had helped the village people make, or something that Makkari had wanted to trade. Working here gave me such a sense of nostalgia, it was never a chore. Just a nice walk down memory lane. Like this bust that I was touching up, it was a tribute to Athena from when we were in Greece. The likeness to Thena wasn’t quite there, mostly because of one of Sprite’s rumors, but she still loved them anyway. Even if Thena would never tell anybody that herself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my co-worker, Armel, barging into the room I was working in. “Y/n, you have visitors,” He said and immediately piqued my curiosity. Who could possibly be visiting me? The last person in my family I had spoken to was Sersi, who seemed quite content in London. I don’t think she would be leaving anytime soon.

I spun around in my chair and faced Armel. “Did they say who they are?”

“The woman is named Thena, and the gentleman said his name was Gil. Would you like me to tell them they can wait?” He eyed me suspiciously. I had been working at this museum for ten years, and not once has anybody come to visit me, especially at work.

Now I’m very interested. I knew that Gilgamesh and Thena hadn’t left Australia in close to a century, probably longer. I spoke to them often enough, especially to make sure that Thena was okay. Her and I were as close as sisters, and usually didn’t keep anything from each other. And with Gil being in love with her for all of these years, he had settled himself into a brotherly role quite nicely.

I brushed myself off and stood up from my work desk. “No, please, send them in.” Armel looked as if he wanted to protest, but seeing how I was the most senior member of the museum's curator staff (in more ways than one) he only nodded his head and rushed out the door. I put away my tools and gave the bust of Athena I had been cleaning a final wipe down.

“I remember when those littered the streets of Greece.” I spun around and saw Thena and Gil standing in the door, Thena wearing an all white sundress that matched her white blonde hair, and Gil wearing a ratted shirt with black suspenders and linen pants. They truly hadn’t changed in the decade since I had last seen them.

I squealed and ran at her, wrapping her in a hug which she happily returned. “Well, it was only right that statues were made to honor the greatest warrior of their time,” I countered. Thena only smiled and playfully rolled her eyes. As I let go of her, two giant arms wrapped me in a hug. “Hello, Gil,” I huffed out as my lungs were crushed under his arms.

“Y/n, it’s been too long,” Gil told me, gently setting me down on my feet.

“I know, I’ve been meaning to visit, but I’ve been busy with work,” I told them. “But what do I owe the pleasure? Is everything okay?”

Immediately both of their faces dropped, their smiles replaced with solemn looks. Immediately I started to panic. “What happened?”

Gil stepped forward and took my hand in his. “Ajak is dead. A deviant got her.” I searched his face for any semblance of a lie, but judging by his red eyes, and the tears that Thena was holding back, this wasn’t some elaborate prank. Ajak really was dead.

I gasped and sat down on my chair, my hand covering my face as tears threatened to fall. Ajak was like a mother to me, to all of us. We had been together for seven thousand years. It felt impossible that she was gone, that I would never hear her voice again. I wiped my face and looked up at them. “Is everyone else okay?” my thoughts immediately going to a dark haired Eternal with beautiful blue eyes, and enough sarcasm to choke an elephant.

“Druig is fine,” Thena said, knowing exactly who I was thinking of. A blush creeped up my cheeks and turned my ears red. Even after all these years, just hearing his name was enough to make me blush.

“I was asking about everyone, not just him.” I muttered, but I knew that they could see right through the facade. Gil just laughed, and Thena gave me a knowing look.

“Everyone else is fine. Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, and Kingo are making arrangements to go see Druig. We said we would get you and meet them down there.” Thena said. I nodded, and grabbed my belongings.

“Well, let's go then.” I headed towards the door, but when I didn’t hear footsteps behind me, I turned around. Thena and Gilgamesh hadn’t moved. I looked them over, and realized there was something they hadn’t told me. “What else is there?” I asked. This time Thena stepped towards me and put both hands on my shoulders.

“We’ve been lied to.” I looked at her confused before she ushered me to the chair I had previously occupied. Her and Gil took turns explaining everything to me. That Earth hadn’t been our first mission, and we were actually created over and over, our memories taken. I tried to wrap my head around why we would have to protect the planet if it was going to just get destroyed anyway.

When they finished explaining everything, we sat in a heavy silence for a few minutes. “I don’t want to believe it,” I whispered, but I knew that Thena and Gil wouldn’t lie to me. I shook my head and looked at both of them. “What happens now?”

“We stop the emergence. Protect the people on the planet, and then find a way to either move them off or move Tiamut.” Gil said. That was easier said than done, but I had never been blindly devout to Arishem, so going against the order of things didn’t bother me as much as killing this planet did. I had fallen in love with the people of Earth, I had created a life here. I didn’t want my memories wiped, and I certainly wasn’t going to let eight billion people die.

“All right then,” I said, standing up and grabbing my things. “Any other surprises?” I asked, heading towards the door. This time they both followed me out of the building.

“Only everybody’s reactions to finding out about you and Druig,” Thena slyly said. I grimaced, thinking about how we all hadn’t been together as a group in five hundred years. They had definitely missed some things.

“Yeah well, it’s not like we are the only married couple. Ikaris and Sersi are still married,” I said, walking out to the busy street. “Besides, if they couldn’t tell that we would end up together, then I can’t help them. Do we have time? I need to run to my apartment to change, and grab a couple things.”

After changing from my work dress and into something more suitable for the Amazon, we boarded a small flight and were hours away. Thankfully we were able to get seats together so we didn’t have to put up with awkward talking and eavesdropping from others.

Gil, being the size that he was, had taken the aisle seat and leaned across Thena to look at me. “So why aren’t you and Druig together? Trouble in paradise?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, just a small vacation. We are still happily married, we just got into a small disagreement.” I said, and told them the story.

Druig and I sat on the porch of our home, watching the people that we had protected for generations going about their day. He held my hand as I read a book, the light shining just right through the canopy of leaves, and the gentle singing of birds creating the most relaxed background.

“What is wrong, my love?” Druig asked, and I looked up from my booked, puzzled. “You’ve been sighing to yourself for the last three chapters,” he explained, nodding towards the book which now layed in my lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice,” I said, closing my book and setting it down.

“Don’t be sorry,” Druig said, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles, “Just tell me what’s bothering that beautiful mind of yours.”

I stared into his eyes, hesitating for a moment before deciding there was no point in lying to him. “I miss the outside world,” I said, reading his face for any hint of anger or betrayal. Druig only nodded, and looked back over the people of the village.

“It has been a while since we left here,” He said, keeping his voice neutral. I nodded with him, but didn’t say anything, letting us sit in silence. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t mad, he was merely thinking.

Druig and I have been together for six hundred years. We had finally gotten married in a small church in Scotland in the early 19th century after he had nagged me for long enough about making it official. It didn’t matter to me if we were official or not, as long as we were together but Druig, always one for theatrics, wanted a ceremony. And so we did, and it was the happiest day of my long life, standing in a small stone church with him by my side. We had been pretty inseparable since then, occasionally leaving the Amazon to visit others, or to explore, but it was exceptionally rare that we left each other.

“I don’t think I want to leave now, my love. I’m tired of the people of this planet, of seeing the terrible things they can do. I want to stay here, where there is nothing but peace, and us.”

I sighed, as this was a conversation we had had hundreds of times. “The world isn’t all bad, Dru. There are so many good things that we don’t get to see here. I don’t want to miss out on all of it,” I said. I had always been the one to have more faith in humanity, and as much as I loved the community we had built for ourselves, I loved the people out there too.

He nodded at this, and squeezed my hand in his. He got up from his chair, and kneeled in front of mine, taking both of my hands in his. He looked me over before smiling. “Well who am I to hold back my beautiful, beautiful wife. Go see the world, as long as you come home to me.”

I returned his smile and leaned down, placing a kiss on our intertwined hands. “I will always come back to you, you’re all I need,” I whispered. We stared into each other's eyes and studied each other's faces for another minute before I left to pack a small bag of clothes. Druig followed me around the house, making suggestions of things I could see and do, before I was all packed. Just as I was about to walk out the front door, he pulled me back into the house, wrapped his hands around my waist, and kissed me. I fervently kissed him back, knowing that it would be the last one for a while, before we both needed to breathe and I slowly pulled back. Even after almost seven hundred years, his kisses still left me reeling, dizzy on our love.

“If I thought you would, I would ask you to freeze us in this moment forever,” He whispered. I chuckled and shook my head. I had the ability to freeze objects, prevent them from moving, or growing old. It was useful in a fight, being able to freeze an enemy, but it took a lot of concentration, I could usually only hold something alive for a few minutes.

I quietly laughed at that, “And if I thought you would, I would ask you to make me stay,” I said, pressing my forehead against his so my head moved with the shaking of his.

“I would never control you like that. I promised you that long ago.” And he had. Back before we were a couple, when he was just my closest friend. We were laying together, on the outskirts of Babylon, staring up at the galaxy laid out above us. The night was filled with quiet conversations, deep thoughts, and murmured promises. I asked him if he would ever try and use his powers on me, and he gave me a strange look before looking definitively into my eyes. ‘I would never betray your trust.’ And he hadn’t in almost three thousand years.

He kissed me again, and walked with me to the edge of the village, and I left.

“That was shortly after World War II,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “It’s long overdue that I go home, though.”

“You haven’t spoken to your husband in almost eighty years?” Gil asked, eyes in disbelief. I’m sure it was hard for him to understand. Since we had left Tenochtitlan, I don’t think Gil and Thena had been separated, short for a week when Gil needed a vacation, and Druig and I had watched her.

“Of course not,” I said, slapping his arm lightly. “We write each other letters all the time. It’s easier to write it all out then to try and show him how e-mail works. And it’s romantic,” I said, smiling. Thena lightly rolled her eyes, but just by her smile I knew it was merely a jest. “This is merely a small vacation for us.”

We spent the rest of the flight in silence, thinking about the information we had learned in the last few days, and thinking of the fight to come. At least, that’s what I’m sure Thena and Gil were thinking about. I was just ready to go see my husband. I had missed our nights together, laying in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what happened we would always be together, always have each other. I missed the solace of his presence, how the world seemed to slow down when I looked at him. I even missed his teasing, the knowing smile and glint in his eyes when we would go back and forth with each other. I missed home, because he was my home.

“You know, Kingo is going to be so pissed he missed the wedding.” Gil interrupted my thoughts, and I laughed. Seeing my family again was going to be interesting to say the least.

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Good evening, beloved! Could I get "This isn't what family is supposed to feel like" with whoever you think is best suited to it?

pavus family trauma be upon ye!

@lottiesnotebook @dadrunkwriting

dorian/m!trevelyan, mostly fluff, set post-trespasser/pre-veilguard

Dorian is, he believes, the exact amount of nervous he should be upon meeting Seong's parents. Unfortunately the anxiety only creeps up from the moment they get off the boat, because unbenownst to him there's an entire progress they need to go through before they ever even get to the house. Seong appears to know everyone in Ostwick personally, and there's no end to the amount of handshaking and back-slapping and cooing over babies he needs to do before they can finally swap their horses and make the journey up to large house on the top of the hill. Even Seong looks exhausted with it all as they trot past (admittedly beautiful, for the Free Marches) scenery. The setting sun dusts rice fields and rivers with warm gold and the air is thick with perfume; honeysuckle and woodsmoke. Dorian watches Seong breathe it in and relax, and falls in love with him just a little more.

There are more people to greet when they get to the house; stablehands, servants, and an old white racing hound Seong lets lick his entire face. Dorian passes him a handkerchief and hopes his nerves don't betray him. Seong reads him like a book, as usual.

"They'll love you," he assures him. "They'll love you because I do. Because you make me happy. That's all they need. Come here, mon coeur."

"That's very sweet," Dorian replies, composing himself, "but if you think I'm letting you kiss me after that geriatric hound slobbered all over your face - Seong, I mean it-"

"Stop being horrid," a familiar voice says, and Seong is distracted enough by the arrival of his twin sister to be pushed away, laughing. He gives Viola a kiss on the cheek instead, and Dorian does too, relieved to have an ally. He's heard mixed things about the parents Trevelyan; the father, an ageing Marcher patriarch, the mother, a young peasant woman from Orlais. He has nothing to compare them to except his own parents, but while two cold, distant people might have raised an excellent Altus, he can't imagine them raising the warm, friendly bard he's in love with. So he has no idea what to expect, and he's all the more nervous for it.

They both greet him warmly, in their way. Armelle Trevelyan grasps both his hands and kisses him on both cheeks until he's quite pink, and Jong-Su Trevelyan gives him a handshake and an appraising look from under two rather incredibly bushy eyebrows. Viola informs him that's the warmest welcome he's going to get, in a hushed voice full of mischief.

It's an entirely new experience to see Seong at home. The scars and dark clouds of battle haven't left him entirely, but they've melted a little, leaving him looking, for once, like the young man he is. He teases his sister outrageously and preens for his mother, who is clearly delighted to have both her babies back under one roof. They are making dumplings, some family competition about speed and skill, and Seong is complaining that Viola has an unfair advantage "due to having two hands." Everyone laughs, even Dorian, though two years ago he would have winced and kept an eye on his amatus for the rest of the evening. He's come a long way. They all have.

Dorian is almost lulled into a sense of calm when Bann Trevelyan coughs and says, "I want you both home for Wintersend. Your sister's coming."

Seong lets out a groan. "What? Why?"

"Why do I want you home? Or why is your sister coming?"

"Either. Both. Ugh." The youngest-sibling energy coming from Seong was funny before, but now his father has gotten involved, Dorian feels white-knuckled with anxiety. If this had been Halward Pavus asking, no-one would have dared complain.

"I'll come for the annum" Seong proposes. "I don't know if we'll still be in the Marches come winter."

"You'll come for Wintersend," his father corrects him, and this is where Dorian holds his breath, this is where Halward would have raised his voice, his hand - "for your poor ageing father, who has done nothing in this life but love you, and for your sister who has not seen you since you were ten, and you won't complain about it, you little rascal."

Seong slumps in his chair at first, then perks up: "Oh, you mean Bora? That's fine, then. Of course we'll be there."

"Scamp," his father sighs, and steals a dumpling from his tray.

And that's it. No punishment. No guilt. No cross words, even. Armelle tweaks his ear as she walks past with her bamboo steamers and Seong does nothing but laugh and kiss her hand.

This isn't what family is supposed to feel like, Dorian thinks, astounded. Seong's hand finds his knee under the table and gives him a reassuring squeeze. But it should be.