#solanna

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@writtenxbeginnings liked for a cor starter!

Cor didn't speak at first. He just felt a calm feeling around the other as they approached. The Marshal licked his lips, and tried to come with something to say. But there wasn't anything interesting to say. No icebreaker. No funny joke. That wasn't him. "We can't keep meeting like this."

[writtenxbeginnings]

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Muse Ratings meme --- Answering for @painedprince

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[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@writtenxbeginnings

"The Buccaneers" The Perfect Duchess (TV Episode 2023)

[albanyroyals]

TIMES Magazine: Royal Gossip (Below the Cut)

Prince Percival’s Stunning Date: Who is Nieves Solanna Galvez

Albany was abuzz with excitement this past weekend, not just for the highly anticipated Miss Albany Pageant, but for a royal spectacle that left everyone talking. His Royal Highness Prince Percival, a celebrated judge for the event, made headlines when he arrived hand-in-hand with a striking beauty by his side. The mystery woman? None other than Nieves Solanna Galvez, heiress to the renowned five-star hotel chain, "The Coast."

A Royal Romance Unveiled

Prince Percival, known for his discretion regarding his private life, has kept his romantic entanglements under wraps—until now. His public appearance with Nieves has set the rumor mill in motion. The couple seemed at ease, sharing private jokes and subtle glances throughout the evening. This public display of affection has confirmed what many have speculated for months: the prince has found his belle.

Who is Nieves Solanna Galvez?

Nieves is the eldest daughter of hotel tycoon Remus Eugene Galvez, the man behind the luxury "The Coast" hotel chain. With a keen business acumen and a degree in International Hospitality Management from a prestigious university in Albany, Nieves is not just a pretty face. She’s poised to take over her father’s empire, already playing a pivotal role in expanding the chain’s global footprint.

A Glamorous Pairing

Nieves’ striking beauty and impeccable fashion sense were on full display at the pageant. Dressed in a shimmering red gown by a renowned designer, she exuded elegance and sophistication, perfectly complementing the prince’s tailored tuxedo. The couple’s coordinated look sparked speculation that their relationship is more serious than a casual fling.

The Heiress’ Background

Nieves’ upbringing was the epitome of luxury. Born into one of the wealthiest families in the country, she’s had a life of privilege and opportunity. However, those close to her describe her as grounded and hardworking. She’s known for her philanthropic efforts, particularly in education and environmental conservation, causes she’s deeply passionate about.

An Evening to Remember

During the pageant, Nieves was the epitome of grace, supporting the contestants and mingling effortlessly with other high-profile guests. Observers noted the genuine connection between her and Prince Percival, who appeared smitten and attentive throughout the evening.

What’s Next for the Royal Couple?

As the evening drew to a close, the couple departed together, igniting speculation about their future. Will we hear wedding bells soon? While the palace has yet to comment on the relationship, insiders hint that an official announcement may be imminent.

For now, Prince Percival and Nieves Solanna Galvez remain the talk of the town, their blossoming romance captivating the hearts of royal watchers everywhere. As they step into the spotlight together, one thing is clear: this is a love story that’s just beginning.

[darkmatters-ghost]

I've run into a problem...

06 sucks!

Like we knew that, but writing wise, 06 is such a mess, and I don't- I don't know what to do about it, I have fanfic ideas that take place in 06! And it's such a mess that I feel like it'll tank the quality of my fanfic just from its garbage-ness!

And you might be thinking, oh, but 06 isn't that bad, you said yourself, it's one of your favorite games of all time, and other people deal with it just fine so–

No, you don't get it, it is that bad. And you can tell because almost nothing from that game made it out alive. Like, conceptually, there's some really cool stuff in 06. Crisis City's unique environment, Mephiles as a villain, double chaos control time powers (well...), Iblis, Soleanna. All that stuff is good, but because it was in 06. 06's garbage kinda rubbed off on it, and when everyone realized the game was horrible (including SEGA) all that stuff was never attempted again. No one decided to try and make Mephiles work in new games, no mention of Crisis City, or Solanna, or anything. It all just died with the game. Which makes it all the more impressive that Silver made it out alive.

But that's not the point. We all know it's bad.

The point is that idk where to go from here? Do I keep it the way it is? Do I change it? I'm leaning towards change but what should I change? Would people like those changes?

For example, Blaze is a mess. She's "got amnesia" or whatever, and she's here, but she doesn't talk to anyone but Silver (she almost does when she says "blue hedgehog" but that barely makes any sense and it wouldn't surprise me if it was secretly a pun lost in translation), she always seems to know what Silver was up to even if she wasn't there, she doesn't affect the plot other than making Silver doubt his judgement and then leaving, it's-, it's just a mess.

So, what if we cut Blaze out, altogether? Like, she left before Silver runs into Memphis so Silver's on his own. And since silver can't rely on her to tell him whether or not to trust Mephiles, it makes it so Silver believing him shows it off as a character trait of Silver's desperate naivety instead of it feeling like Blaze sitting there watching him get tricked cuz "it'd be funny". That whole scene really feels like Silver and Blaze get tricked by Mephiles because the plot demanded it of them more than anything else.

Plus, if you don't have Blaze here, Silver's heroes journey can be, in part, trying to figure out what to do when no one's around. Lean on other people less, make his own choices. You wouldn't even really need to cut Blaze's dialogue because Silver would be thinking "what would Blaze do/say?"

And I think it'd add to their friendship, the idea that when he comes back to the future and says he knows how to defeat Iblis, she just goes along with it, and is willing to do anything for Silver because they have such a strong relationship, because she trusts him.

But would people like that retcon? What if people hate it cuz there's less Blaze content?

Idk. It's just something I've been thinking about, there's more things I'd like to change, but luckily, a lot of 06 can be improved by adding extra context, or slightly different introductions that barely change the story.

I'd love to hear what other ppl have to say about dealing with 06's writing, tho

[hauntedgarden95]

Quick intro:

Hi! My name is [redacted] but you can call me Garden(they/them)!

PSA: I missed my main name so I changed it back from leadershiplooksgoodonyou and just. Made it the blog name. Still me.

This blog is heavily frandom reblogs and rambles about my OCs/anything on my mind tbh.

Main brainrot is currently Dragon Age but I reblog anything that strikes my fancy so be aware of that.

Anyway if you stick around welcome! If you’re just passing by 👋

Below the cut is gonna be a bit of a comprehensive list of OCs I will talk about here so if you are curious there they are. I will talk about any of them with very little pushing.

OC List:

Dragon Age OCs:

(Quick sidenote that Yaviel, Winter, and Kiera are my canon in game heroes. Everyone else merely lives in the Thedas in my head)

Yaviel Amell (canon Warden)

Nera Surana

Raven Mahariel

Iran Mahariel

Aurora ‘Rory’ Cousland

Kailan (or Kaylan or Kahlan I cannot decide) Tabris

Sol(Solanna formerly Winter) Hawke (canon Hawke)

Beatrice Hawke

Rosalyn Cousland*

*married name

Keira Lavellan (canon Inquisitor)

Mass Effect OCs:

Amaryllis Shepard

Lily Shepard

Original Original Characters:

Helios

Caspian Andrews

Isra Kandre

Isaia Donati

Elin

Misc:

Sage Novereau (fe3h)

Nym (BG3)

[writtenxbeginnings]

Solanna couldn't help but laugh, an almost-ugly snort that she tried to lift a hand and cover. She tried to imagine it, her brother in the same pair of heels she was in, and it only made her laugh again, biting down on her lip to silence it once more. "I'll have to talk to Prompto, I'm sure he'd be able to convince you to do it." She grinned widely as she spoke, hands falling to clasp in front of her lightly. The idea of food was tempting, her head already nodding. "Absolutely. I know they have some here, but it's all...." Nose wrinkling a little at the idea, the Princess couldn't help but make a face. The food wasn't bad, but it was typical rich people food, there more for decoration than to actually be enjoyed.

The moment that the Marshall turned and led the way to the doors, the Princess was following, her eyes staying on the man for a moment. He had been around as long as she could remember, and other than Clarus, probably the one that they knew the best. She trusted him, and knew that Cor also knew how to keep a secret. Once the door had fallen shut behind the trio, she turned her head to look at Noctis. "We could get some skewers and go to the arcade. All he said was he was taking us to your apartment, he didn't say it had to happen right now."

"I can guarantee I'd break an ankle almost instantly." Noctis wasn't clumsy, but he wasn't exactly graceful, either. Ignis could attest to that with the amount of times he'd stepped on his foot when learning how to dance. Not that Ignis had ever complained, of course.

Cor nodded. He knew how things worked. It had been a compromise, of sorts. Regis knew that his children hated these parties – knew that if they didn't have permission, they'd just leave anyway. At least if he was driving them, everyone could rest assured that they'd be safe. Not only was Cor considered one of the three best warriors in the Kingdom, but his loyalty was unwavering. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Regis and his children.

"I believe there is. The Regalia is ready to go down in the garage, so if you're ready, we can head off now," Cor told them before pressing his earpiece to let those who needed to know, that he was escorting the Prince and Princess back to the Prince's apartment. "Will I be making any stops on the way?"

Noctis was known to request a pitstop at one of the fast food restaurants en route. The food at these parties were usually overly fancy and not particularly filling.

"What d'you think, Sol? Wanna grab some food on the way back?"

[angelpuppyyuri]

My most cherished OC. Sacred and dear to my heart. Solanna Belmont the Monster Hunter!!

[mirroredranger]

📌 my favorite character in the fandom

✂️ my least favorite character in the fandom

Opinionated

No surprise here that my top four are Hilda, Solanna, Summer, and Aria. As soon as the first rangers games came out, my bias for the rangers was firmly established. I get it, they're spin offs- with a whole bucket of lore. Aria has attitude, Solanna is the hero of Fiore, Summer is the hero of time travel, and Hilda is not only the hero of truth, but a battle queen.

My least favorites then are Kincaid and Ghetsis. For the exact same reason. Both took a kid (that I could see myself in), manipulated the fuck out of him, and left the kid struggling and wanting to make things right. Their only redeeming quality is that they both have extremely punchable faces.

[sinvulkt]

Angstpril: 22. SHADOW OF FORMER SELF - evil au (sin & scel)

@whumpril - 22. Infection

A soft tissue brushed my skin. I wavered, plunged into the limbo between awareness and sleep. Everything felt foggy, nauseous almost, but I didn’t fight the uncomfortable sensation. The dim light that painted my eyelids in red couldn’t convince me to open my eyes. I knew that only pain awaited me beyond the fog; pain and regrets I couldn’t escape. This place, as empty as it was, seemed heavenly next to it.

The brushing came back. It wasn’t hard, nor particularly insistent, but the sensation nagged me. It broke through the fog I had carefully cocooned myself in, tearing the weak walls apart as easily as thin paper. It slid towards my wings, coming dangerously close to the place that pulsed and burned ever since-

I flinched away from the touch, fully awake now. My eyes opened wide and my heart raced under the shot of adrenaline the contact with the oversensitive place had triggered. I sprung to  my feet, disoriented.

“...ulkt,” someone was calling. “...alm…own, Sinv…t”

My ears perked up and I focused on the voice. It was gentle and familiar, rousing back old forgotten memories of pain and chains, mixed with a bittersweet happiness. My muscles tensed upon hearing it, however, gearing up for a fight, and for all it was my only anchor in a reeling world of nauseous swirl, I couldn’t seem to feel at peace with it. 

“...infection…can’t hear… …ulkt?”

A purplish hand reached towards me, trying to make the touch come back and I hissed, teeth ready to snap. They gave me time, after that, time to make sense of the world of fire that parasitized my senses, time to track down the thorny road of my last memories. Waves of heat bloomed in my veins like tides, each attempt to gather focus slipping from my fingers faster than sand, irritating and coarse as it left deep gashes in my mind. 

Bits by bits I managed to gather where I was - the rebellion -, who was with me - Scélérat, a medic - and why - an infection was slowly spreading from my wings. I shut my eyes close, fist clenching, desperate to escape that last thought, and the truth behind it.

They were gone.

As my brain kickstarted into awareness, I bitterly missed the heavenly bliss my previous disoriented state offered me. Pain, both mental and physical, was my only wall between true suffering now. The Dark dance was different around me, changed as I had been, rendered frail by powerlessness yet stronger for the absence of care.

It was out of my reach however, and only my faltering vision warned me of Scélérat’s coming back. 

“Sinvulkt,” he said, a clean rag in hand, “we need to finish to wash and dress your wound. Will you let us?” he asked, as if I have any choice in the matter.

I could see more questions in his eyes. ‘What happened? Why wasn’t the unhealed surgery scar not already dressed when I came in? Why had I done nothing about it until I collapsed?’

The truth was, as soon as the shuttle had jumped to hyperspace and Solanna was asleep, I had removed every bandage I could find. I had torn them apart in rage, pulled whatever feathers had the misfortune of not being slick with blood, and collapsed on the piloting seat. I couldn’t care less about infection setting in- not when the future didn’t go beyond dropping Solanna and Rema’s message at the rebellion, then getting in a last fight before letting the rebels kill me.

Never could I have guessed they would choose to heal me, a Sith, whose blood covered hand had killed hundreds of their members. But then, Scélérat’s actions had always been weirdly unpredictable for all his simplicity.

I nodded at him, and blocked my joints when he came uncomfortably nearer, lest my fever-fizzled mind misguidedly attempted to run away. I allowed him to place the wet rag on my twisted feathers, knowing indulging him cost much less than resisting. Whatever he did didn’t matter, however, for we both knew it was only a matter of time before a vengeful rebel struck, or Kedrick’s men finished me off.

I couldn’t imagine a life where the clouds weren’t at my fingertips.

Surely, it meant the future offered only death.

Scélérat’s mind was calm, and his touch was soothing; long ago, it would surely have the same effect on me as Flock preening did, relaxing my limbs into a puddle mess. These days were far away however, and all I could feel was my enemy's presenceenemy presence next to me while I was vulnerable, like sandpapers on my mind shield, as I gathered speckles of iron will not to flinch away from it. 

Soon enough at least, the fever tiredness won over hyper-awareness, and my thoughts faded back into the swirling fog. Solanna was safe, Rema’s message had been passed on, and no ill-intent corrupted the persons in the room. Scélérat’s gentle touch lulled me, rearranging feathers, numbing phantom pains in the part that was gone.

I’d be angry surely, when I’d properly wake up, about the weakness I allowed there. I’d be angry and hurt, struggling to run back to this limbo between wake and sleep, only mildly successful thanks to Aheka’s cradle and the rebels' healing. It was a matter of the future, however, and as the future didn’t exist, it was not a matter I needed to care about. 

My eyelids fell, heavy, as I sank into the warm touch.

Tomorrow was another day.

[writtenxbeginnings]

“Well how dare he.” Solanna chuckled at that, her eyes sparkling as she watched his little hands tear at the paper on the table, watching it flutter down to the ground. It always amazed her, seeing the little mini version of her brother that he created. It amazed her at how free he was, compared to what she remembered of their own childhood. Solanna remembered a lot more pressure, and feeling alone. That could have been because she lost her own mother far earlier, however.

As Novus moved across the room, the little toy truck moving with him, her eyes widened quickly, before she shifted to be kneeling on the floor. “Oooh, let’s give your truck a trapped road to go through.” She tore several more pieces of paper out of the bag, and started tearing them into the smallest pieces she could. Solanna watched them rain down, creating a mound of white for her nephew to no doubt destroy. At least she hoped.

Cont || @writtenxbeginnings

Azure orbs practically lit up at his Aunt's presence as he paused in his play for a brief moment. "Hi!" he greeted before tearing a few more pages of a magazine allowing the shreds to fall to the floor. "Daddy go bye." the toddler explained as a hand was placed on his knee, though he wasn't actually sure if Noctis did leave, he could've been somewhere else completely different for all the youngster knew. But if it meant that he got to play with his Aunt then so be it! What would they do though?

She didn't exactly look like the type that would want to rip things up or play like he did, besides, Nous was still young and learning about the world. Maybe people were different too like opposites or colors. Looking around, the little Prince grinned spotting his large plastic dump truck across the room. "I wanna play with this!" Rolling it over to the little paper pile, Novus made car noises while he crawled across the room moving the toy in front of him.

"Beep! I'm coming! Out of the way monster, I need the paper book!"

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@writtenxbeginnings | continued from here

"Very terrifying. Really. Shakin' in my boots." He laughed but edged the medicine closer towards her. "You know if your dad catches you sneezing, he'll take you immediately to the Crown doctor." Gladio smiled but stayed there. Princess or not, they were friends.

[writtenxbeginnings]

Solanna spun on her heel and threw the shruriken in her hand, breath leaving her body quick and fast, eyes wide as she stared at the man that had called out to her. She had been so lost in her movements, trying to lose herself in practice rather than her own mind, and she had not heard the door open, nor the Glaive calling out to her. She was thankful, for once, that her aiming was off. Her mind had been so lost, frowning when the lose of weapon throwing let the thoughts of Daniel slither their way back to her mind, making her swallow. To say things had been bad, was an understatement.

[paracosm-of-a-cometlien]

Art Masterlist

Paraself & Co. Reference Photos:

Para!Azzy Default Outfit

Astrotron (Transformers Alt. Para)

Character & Paras Reference Photos:

Jazmin

Jason

Lupe Luna

Solanna Luna

Illustrations:

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Doodles and Wips:

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[jjjsusan-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: JF Solanna pointed toe taupe color flats Size 8.

[floralsworn]

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process. (from Solanna)

reasons to cup a face // accepting // @writtenxbeginnings

It happens quick. Softly. They're just talking, the topic really isn't that important. But Solanna laughs and Gladio sees it and before he knows it, his thumb has moved to wipe it on the pad of his thumb. The palm of his hand resting against her cheek. And it hits him suddenly that this isn't just a talk. This isn't just a one off moment. This is a moment where he needs to think about it. Think about the future. Of them. "So messy." He chuckled, but didn't take his hand away. "Aren't Princesses' supposed to be the picture of perfection?" His hand drops but takes hers. He's really in love with her, isn't he?