#the evander family

[sealrock]

paris and their favorite cousins in their younger years, when things were a bit simpler. (evander on the left, patroclus on the right. baby cousins not shown)

[lavellane]

can you fucking imagine if instead of the mourn watch or lords of fortune factions we'd instead had an inquisition and agents of fen'harel faction . personally i have not stopped thinking about it once since finishing veilguard but maybe thats just me

[endlessly-cursed]

MA- Naila of Alderly

"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."

Name: Naila Mabel Rosalee of Alderly

Nicknames: TBD

Birthdate: 28th of November, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.68m

Weight: 65kg

Body Type: Tall, slender

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): She'll acquire many

Background

Hometown

Naila grew up in a country estate, neighbouring her cousins Quincey and Olympia, whom she vacationed on occasion, though she wasn't around much on their lives due to keep the magic hush-hush, since her father asked her to, given the prejudice against magic users. Nevertheless, she got a top-notch education and was among the elites, her father being among the wealthiest men in the wizarding and muggle world.

She also liked from time to time to spend time with her other cousins from the Dubois family, especially Yvonne, whom she favoured over her entitled and cruel cousin Lucille. The three women spent a lot of time together, although, being young and unaware, they kind of left Lucille out of it...

Family

Mother: Ophelie Brunhilda of Alderly, neé Dubois

A sweet, youthful spirit, she was Naila's role model and caretaker, and often told stories of the Dubois and the lineage full of strong women who made it through incredibly tough situations. One day, when Naila turned sixteen, she found her mother's body, having been brutally murdered, alongside her room and office destroyed. This'd draw her to her next adventure... a dangerous one.

Father: George Elyan Victor of Alderly

Having grown up with a troubled father and a reserved mother, he toughened up from a young age and only Ophelie broke through his walls, and with her, he built a small but stable empire that hurt nobody. Until, one day, his wife was brutally murdered. He closed himself off and swore that he'd take an eye for an eye, for only Ophelie could've stopped him. But she was no longer there, and thus he only knew rage and vengeance, which led him to neglect emotionally his only child.

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: Class, Astronomy and DADA

Worst Class: History of Magic

Boggart: Rowan's body, being killed the exact same as her mother

Riddikulus: Rowan gets up and starts complaning

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Going to Disneyland Paris as a girls' trip with her mother when she was 10, after having been accepted at the same school as her mother

Mirror of Erised: Her mother being proud of her, being close to her father again and living her life with Rowan

Amortentia (what she smells like): Coco Chanel nº4 perfume, red velvet cake, cherry-flavoured lipstick and freshly made pasta

Amortentia (what she smells): Something related to Rowan

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

16-18: Disbander of the cult 'Saviours of Cingerix'

19-34: CEO of Ophelie's Cosmetics

35-78: Head of model agency 'Le Costume du Alderly'

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Finding her mother's killers, Rowan's safety, get justice done and wear the perfect outfit

Strengths: Strong-willed, passionate, even-keeled, good humoured and insightful

Weaknesses: Proud, stubborn, petty and rich kid privilege

Stressed: Around the cultists

Calm/Comforted: Around cats, on Rowan's arms

Favorites

Colors: Pink, black, yellow and white pink

Weather: Partially cloudy

Hobbies: Reading, horse-riding (specifically polo), tennis and cosmetics

Fashion: Naila dresses in a 90% pink variant palette, sometimes adding a bit of black and white, and always looks fashionable

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Rowan Luther-Snyde ( @hphmmatthewluther )

They were both from the same side, until her mother's death brought them together as crime-solving partners. They worked surprisignly well, and both soon became very close, close enough to slowly develop feelings.

However, disbanding a cult from the inside was not the best place to develop a love story, and both went through many tribulations which constantly put Naila and Rowan in danger, some of them near-death experiences.

It also caught up with their last years of Hogwarts, and studying while all else wasn't easy at all. In fact, Naila's grades were affected for most part. But all's well that ends well.

After disbanding the cult, Naila and Rowan got together officially and dated shortly before graduation. For many years, they stayed together without ever marrying one another, both not seeing it necessary.

When they were both in their late thirties, they welcomed their first child, Sophie, who was their entire world.

Friends: Quincey, Olympia and Evander Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal and @potionboy3 )

They're cousins. More TBA

Naila looks up to her and sees them as a role model. More TBA

They're cousins as well. She doesn't approve of what he did when they were younger, but after he becomes duke, she starts having a good relationship with him. More TBA

Rivals: Maverick Harlow (great-great-grandfather)

Maverick is an immortal wizard who followed the cult of his deceased wife, Tallulah La Rossa, after she was defeated by Belladonna Gaunt in the French Revolution. He killed his own great-granddaughter-in-law for a ritual, thus setting apart Naila's family. This murder is Naila's catalyst to avenge her mother and review her lifestyle and what she took for granted.

Trivia

She soon became Hogwarts' it girl on year four when she became famous for her pinkstatic outfits

She had a privileged education, being trained in dressage, courtly dances, six languages (Spanish, German, French, Swedish and ofc English) history, fencing, badminton, muay thai, playing the harp and piano, fancy cruisine, hot couture and royal etiquette

The hobby she loved most and started to develop soon was sculpture, and made some impressive sculptures

She also has a powerful singing voice, although rarely sings unless it's very helpful or benefitial

Her idols are Elizabeth Taylor, Britney Spears and Sofía Vergara

She absolutely loves old Hollywood and some of her favourite films are from the era. The non-English actress that she liked most was María Félix in 'Doña Diabla' 1949

She hates being told what to do or be given orders, which has led to many arguments with teachers and all kinds of adults

She likes Latine music better than most of English music personally

Her references are Elle Woods, Kat Stratford and Blair Waldorf

Her favourite singers are Becky G and Lana del Rey

[galaxofmuses]

In the nice lush of Green Hill, The flickies are flying by a rather cozy house. A whistle breaks through the bird song as the pair of flickies sitting on the nearby branch watching a sky blue colored mobian and starting to paint the house. The hedgehog breaks into an exhausted yawn.

"Ah man....I'm definitely going to miss out another ball game. It's my day off and Bri wants me to..."

Then a rush of two young kids running outside with a fit of giggles followed by another adult hedgehog with a blanket draped over her head and making bear noises.

"Dad run! There's a bear on the loose!"

"We gotta run away!"

The kids squeal with delight as the so called bear is chasing after them and both of the small mobians ran off."

The male adult hedgehog looks at the chaos with a tired smile.

".....Finish painting this wall."

[fischerfrey]

the dukes and duchess of alderly

thomas, born 1836

henry, born 1881

edward, born between 1907 and 1910

edwin, born circa 1930s

thomas malcolm, born circa 1950s

isabella, born 1976

evander, born 1995 ( @potionboy3​ )

[wornkindness]

ic writing has been some what of a challenge atm for whatever so i might take this time to sit and write out all of the full metas of amelia's relationship with each member her family that i've been meaning to do for years

[wishbonemotel]

4, 14 and 16 for mmMmMmm Evander!

[character development questions]

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Certainly his time in active combat was incapable of not changing him, though maybe not in the ways expected. He’s more changed by the ease with which he can tolerate and dole out violence than anything. A shift of his self-perception and willingness to get his hands dirty.

Agustin is his main confidant in most things and when it comes to their service, he witnessed it first hand. Evander doesn’t share his self doubts with him because in many ways Agustin himself (and how poorly he copes with the aftermath of bloodshed) is his point of comparison. That all being said, Evander is nonchalant when it comes to speaking about Trauma given he is generally oblivious to the ways in which it has effected him.

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Faces. He’s fairly good at remembering names as well, but he never forgets a face.

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Success has historically been his main goal post, though it has shifted over time, especially after leaving the military. I would say in his ‘current’ state it is something he continues to wrestle with because he was brought up in a family where ‘happiness’ was rarely a consideration (though it’s worth noting that his family’s metric for success was. weird and non traditional).

Cres is someone who is very focused on finding happiness in the little things and spending so much time around them has definitely rubbed off on Evander. It’s not until he realizes that he really doesn’t want to become a chef or go to culinary school that his focus truly shifts to chasing his own happiness. Queue several years of restlessness while trying to find his Thing

[bloodhaven]

I can never publish my oc works because i inevitably people would ship Fyo (wifes oc who wants to kill >) with Evander (fyos ENEMY and brother in law) and I'd have to publicly come out and say if you ship any of these certain 47293846 ships you can rot and i would sue people for writing fanfic of certain ships somehow

[starscrowncd]

between all the boys (he, roman, marzell, & z) evander is the shortest, granted he's still 6'0, but it's still very clear if you see them interact with each other that evander is the one in charge

[lavellane]

ive made my feelings on veilguard clear atp but i WILL say as a tragedy enjoyer act 3 really redeems sooooo much of it for me. esp having my rook-and-siblings worldstate bc let me tell u 3 rooks = 3 separate tragedies is DOING it for me rn. a bellaramancer a hardingmancer and a varricmancer walk into a bar. they all walk out single 😍

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Heyy!! I absolutely ✨LOVE✨ your work I've basically been stalking your blog😅. But anyway I was wondering if you could please, please do Nozel, Fuegoleon,and William where their s/o (preferably f!) yells or very calmly (your choice, does not matter which or how) says their full name in front of family/friends/squad (again your choice could be all, depends on you) and their reaction to it. I completely understand if you don't want to do it or it takes you a while to get to it thank you for your work regardless! I wish you well!! ❤❤❤

Hiya! I am overjoyed that you like my fics!!! And though I took my sweet time with this, I hope that you still enjoy it <3

Pairings: Nozel x f!reader, Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: hurt-comfort?, and some giggles ?? Total length: ~2k (about 650 words each) Contains: misunderstandings, reader raising her voice to the guys/displays anger to them, they make up in the end ('cause it was a misunderstanding), hurt-comfort, so fluffy ends

Nozel

You had a favourite pen. The kind in which you could change the ink cartilage, and thus keep using the pen for years and years. Though the ink dispensing mechanism had broken some years ago, you held onto the pen itself for sentimental value.

And it was always in a specific drawer in your room.

However, one day when you opened the drawer, the pen case nor the pen were there.

You scrambled through the drawer, first thinking to yourself that it must’ve just been pushed back, but after scouring through the drawer, the box, nor the pen, didn’t surface.

Your mind jumped to the idea of a servant having taken it, but quickly realized that it didn’t make sense. They didn’t go through drawers such as this one. ‘Such as this one’ because they obviously folded your clothes and put them into your clothing drawers. But this one was of no importance to the servants. And even if they had, for any reason, chosen to go through other drawers in the room, the pen case was among the least likely things to take.

Which meant that there was only one other person, who could’ve likely taken it. Your husband.

He was currently with the rest of the Eagles at the squad’s training grounds, and though he was occupied, you wanted to, needed to know now why he had discarded your favourite pen. Yes, sure, it was broken, but there was no harm in holding onto such a small item. You had space!

So, you stomped through the corridors to the training grounds, and spotted him some distance away, looking at his knights. Seeming somewhat uninterested. Or just held his poker face.

This was where he held his poker face. Looked as if nothing had happened.

And it spiked a kind of annoyance, anger even, in you, which made you yell out to him: “Nozel Evander Silva!”

He turned to look.

Other knights turned to look.

The trainings halted for a moment, and everyone just looked at you, glaring at Nozel.

He looked to the knights standing next to him, and said something, before walking towards you, as you crossed your arms and waited for him to get to you. And as he did, he looked at you, with concern on his face, hidden behind the mask of the squad captain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the syllables revealing more of his feelings than the expression that quivered, trying to upkeep the facade of a strong, unfaltering squad captain.

“Where. Is. My. Pen?” You asked, feeling the annoyance, almost anger, bubbling to the surface. “You know how much it means to me!” You said with a grave tone, without raising your voice, so that the knights wouldn’t hear. There was no need for them to know such details of your personal life.

His eyes closed in a slow blink, and a sigh escaped his lips. “I was hoping to surprise you,” he said with a hint of melancholy.

You frowned, not sure what, exactly, he meant by it.

“I thought to get it fixed, so that you might use it again, instead of just having it sit in that drawer,” he admitted.

And you... felt a wide variety of emotions. Affection, joy, but also guilt, guilt for having thought that he would have discarded it.

So, you took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He tensed in your embrace, and you could feel the ever so slight movement of his head to look back towards his knights. The look over his shoulder due to the public display of affection.

But he didn’t push away.

And you did let go, after a brief moment. You just needed him to know that he was important to you, and you appreciated the gesture he did for you.

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon has asked you to find his calendar for him, so that me might go straight from the training session with his knights to the meeting at the castle.

And you happily obliged with the request. After all, you did want to help him with his duties and make his life easier, just like he did for you.

So, you entered his office, and begun looking for the calendar. It wasn’t on the desk, not on first glance at least, so it must’ve been in the desk drawer. Or that seemed like the most likely conclusion to make, which is why you made your way to his desk, circling onto the side of his chair.

Your hands moved to the drawers, but... as your gaze became directed down, you noticed your name on a piece of paper, which made your curiosity pique. After all, because your name was on it, it must’ve concerned you, right? So, it was alright if you looked at what it said on that piece of paper. Right?

You slid the paper along the surface of the desk closer to you, and started skimming it through. But... as you did, and your eyes landed on the line of “...will not be ordered on another mission” anger bubbled inside of you.

What did he mean you weren’t going to be assigned another mission?! Did he not think that you could handle it?!

You clenched the paper in your hand and stormed out of the room with one intention, and one intention only: to find your husband and demand an explanation.

Luckily, you knew exactly where to find him, so you made your way to the training grounds, and locked eyes on him as soon as you were outside.

You walked up to him, as his knights slowly, while trying not to seem like they were looking, looked at you. After all, perhaps there was a need to pause the training, because the captain was overseeing it, after all.

“Fuegoleon. Alexander. Vermillion,” you spoke in a calm manner, but enunciated every name, every syllable, while looking straight in the eye.

You could see his eyes flicker, but he continued to look at you. “Yes?” There was hesitance in his tone, as if puzzled what was the cause of all this.

“What did you do?” You asked, with an equally cold tone as before.

“I... really couldn’t tell you,” he replied with a frown and an uncertain, confused tone as he continued to look at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a quirked eyebrow.

“Could we perhaps go to the side to discuss this through?” He suggested, to which you agreed with a nod. There wasn’t, really, a reason to make this into a public spectacle after all, and, he did deserve a chance to explain. He was a reasonable man. After all. It seemed. You had supposed him to be one.

But even before you had stopped on your way to the sidelines, you looked at him while holding that paper forward.

“What does this mean?!” You demanded to know. “Do you not trust me on missions? Is that why you wouldn’t assign me on one anymore?”

He blinked. Looked at the paper. And then back to you.

Then his lips became laced with... hints of amusement, and an apology. “My love... you’re more than welcome to partake on missions in the future. The formulation of ‘will not be ordered’ is simply a technicality to give you more freedom of choosing your missions,” he explained. “Of course the difficulty level of your missions would be expected to only grow, but this is more to give you, on paper, a say as to which mission you will embark on, if there are multiple ones of similar difficulty level active simultaneously.” He pointed to another line on the bottom of the page. “See?” There was another apology in his tone.

“Oh.” You uttered, looking at the line.

“But I do apologise,” he continued. “I should have discussed it with you, instead of having you find out this way.”

“You should,” you said, while looking down to the side. “But... I also... shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions... I know you well enough,” you continued, because, it really would have been out of place for him to just make such a decision as to pull you away from missions entirely all on his own.

“Truce?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gaze that bore all his affection and devotion to you.

“Truce,” you agreed while feeling warmth on your cheeks.

It had been a simple misunderstanding, and miscommunication. But. It wouldn’t come in between of the two of you.

William

William’s office had been so barren before you had entered his life. Which is why the first thing you got for him, was a plant into his office.

He was a little bit confused about it, but didn’t turn down the gift. And as you explained that it’d make the air in his office better, by producing more oxygen, and would add some life and colour in there, he nodded in understanding.

And he begun taking good care of it. Watered it regularly, changed its soil and gave it nutrients if there was a need. Which really warmed your heart, because ... in a weird way, it was like he was tending to your relationship through the plant.

However, one morning when you entered his office. The plant wasn’t there. Which you thought was odd. So, you looked around the office, and the bedroom, but... it didn’t seem to be... anywhere?

Your mind begun circling with all kinds of possibilities, until... it landed on the plant having died and him having thrown it away. And that made you feel hurt. Sad. Angry.

You had looked at him tend to the plant so carefully, and now he had just thrown it away? You would’ve helped him take care of it, if he had only asked, but instead he has just... disposed of it.

So... he would hear about it. Oh, he would most certainly hear about it.

You walked out of the room with a mission to find him, which is why you begun circling around the base. You looked at every, single, possible room in which you thought he could be, until you spotted him from the window while talking to his knights.

Your hand grasped onto the handle of the window, and you opened it with a swift motion.

“William Thaddeus Vangeance!” You yelled, making him look at you. “Don’t. Move. One. Inch! I need to have a word with you!”

And you closed the window before racing down and outside, where he was still standing, and his knights were... still there? This didn’t really concern them, and it looked like they intuitively realized it as you marched over to William.

“Where is the plant?” You asked, looking straight at him.

He frowned, and his eyes flickered to his knights, to whom he said as a side note: “You’re dismissed,” to which the knights nodded and begun walking away.

“Where is the plant?” You repeated.

He frowned again, as if to connect the dots.

And then it dawned on him.

“Oh, the plant is on the balcony to get a little bit more sunlight,” he replied with a baffled look.

You blinked.

And looked at him.

“It looked a little down so... I thought that some more sun would do it good?” He said, sounding a little but uncertain.

“So... you didn’t .. throw it away,” you uttered out loud, without really meaning to.

“No..?” He said with a questioning frown. “Why would I throw it away?”

“No reason,” you said while cupping his face.

And he continued to give you a baffled look as you placed a kiss onto his cheek.

He really was tending to it. The plant, and your relationship

[endlessly-cursed]

hpma meme: the alderly cousins

o l y m p i a | q u e n t i n | e v a n d e r | n a i l a

tagging @potionboy3 & @gaygryffindorgal

[littlejuicebox]

Little interruptions.

Summary: Parenting has its downsides. This is a drabble exploring that little slice of life no parent enjoys. Just a random bit stuck in my head today. Nothing special lol.

Tags/warnings: interrupted smut, parenting, not edited

Word count: 878

*

Soft dots of rain pitter-patter across the rooftop of the Ancunin estate. The children are asleep in their rooms down the hall, thoroughly exhausted after a long summer day of archery practice in the backyard. Evander had proven to be a surprisingly excellent shot for a four-year-old with a child’s practice bow; he held all the talent of a natural marksman and required little direction from Astarion.

The other two Ancunin boys had done well, though Finnick required significant curtailing to focus on the task – archery is not his preferred weaponry, he was much more interested in swords. Gale had been, as always, above average though uninterested in such pursuits.

A rumble of thunder overhead, right above the estate, greets the only two Ancunins still awake in the candlelit mansion. They pay no mind to the storm outside, for they are far too busy wrapped in one another’s arms.

Tav emits a delighted giggle as Astarion pulls away from their lazy, languid kiss and begins to lick a slow, winding trail down her body. His bare chest drags against hers on the way to his destination, and he briefly stops to suck a nipple in between his teeth. He nips just hard enough to pull a gasp from his wife before chuckling playfully and moving lower, lower, lower, until he’s hovering just above her mound. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. She’s barren, completely exposed for him to admire. Her nightdress had been hiked up above her breasts long ago.

“And what do we have here, darling?” Astarion asks, as his fingers come to spread her slick folds. “A present for me?”

He’s about to press his tongue against that sensitive nub of nerves when the doorknob to their bedroom jiggles. There is no time to think. Astarion and Tav move quick as lightning; she yanks her nightdress down while he launches himself up and over to his side of the bed. The door swings open. They were narrowly fast enough to avoid mentally scarring the child standing in the dimly lit doorway.

“Gale, dear, what is it?” Tav asks, her head cocking to the side as she examines the worried expression on her eldest. Two more, slightly smaller figures appear behind him, each holding a stuffed dragon.

“The thunder woke us all up,” Gale explains with a frown. His voice sounds so small. “It was so loud, mama. Evan and Finn came into my room and then we all came here. Apple is hiding under my bed and she won’t come out.”

Astarion, eager to quell the concerns of his children and resume his prior adult activities nods and then says, “Yes, well, how about we get everyone back to their rooms—“

Lightning snaps like a whip through the sky, causing the twins to shout in surprise and hide their faces in their hands. Gale’s shoulders come up to either side of his perfectly pointed ears; his eyes are wide, green pools of concern. Tav turns her head to look at her husband, and he emits a slow, belabored sigh in response to her gaze. He knows where this is going.

“Fine, you three, come here.” Astarion grumpily beckons with a wave of his hand. The three boys quickly climb onto the bed and wedge themselves between their parents.

Tav pulls the blankets over the entire family, wrapping their children in a warm, down feather filled cocoon. Another rumble of thunder overhead causes all three Ancunin boys to tremble.

“You three are safe here,” Tav coos, fingers coming to lightly stroke against each of her children’s cheeks, one at a time. “Papa and I will take care of you.”

Astarion nods and hums in agreement as he begins to reluctantly settle himself into bed. This was not the night he’d been eagerly envisioning after a day of stolen glances between him and his wife. But the boys follow his lead and soon the entire family is locked in a snuggle pile. Tav begins to hum an old Elvish lullaby and the children drift off into reverie, a symphony of soft snores signaling their sleep.

Astarion is on his side and has one of the twins curled against his chest, his hand stroking a head of soft brunette locks. The other twin is facing the opposite way and clinging to his older brother; Gale is reciprocating the embrace, his chin resting on his brother’s head.

“Suppose we will have to pick up our activities where we left off tomorrow, my love,” Tav finally murmurs as she extinguishes the lights in the room with a flick of her hand.

“What activities, mama?” Gale asks with a yawn.

The two parents exchange wild-eyed glances from across the bed. Astarion panics and says the first thing that comes to mind. “Exercise, Gale. We were just about to exercise.”

“Oh…” the eldest Ancunin responds and with another yawn he slips into slumber with his brothers.

Tav and Astarion share a soft sigh of relief and then tuck themselves into bed with whispered goodnights to one another. Just before he slips into reverie, Astarion thinks that he and Tav will have to exercise twice as hard tomorrow to make up for tonight.

What a noble sacrifice on his children’s behalf.

[fischerfrey]

hpma; quincey and evander alderly

two sides of the same coin

evander belongs to @potionboy3​

[lazykcdoodler]

Slight spoilers: meta and speculation about the names of Jinx and Vi's birth family members

(I wrote this up in a comment on my secondary reddit account a little while ago, so I didn't steal it)

:read more:

The name of Jinx and Vi's mother is Felicia. Felicia's name stems from a Latin word that means "lucky." (Sooo the exact opposite of Jinx, in terms of literal meaning).

Connol- the briefly mentioned birth father- is an Irish Gaelic name that means "strong as a wolf," deriving from parts that mean "wolf," "hound," and "valour."

Very interesting, given Vander's association with hounds and wolves *cough cough*

Meanwhile, Vander stems from the Greek *evander,* which means "good man." Warwick is an Old English/Anglo-Saxon name that means "farm; buildings by the weir." Weir is an old term for a dam or a barrier built across a river to raise water upstream, regulate its flow, or catch fish. An appropriate name for the man who was once responsible for the unsteady peace between Piltover and Zaun way back in Act 1 of Season One.

Silco is the only name that doesn't have a true meaning that pops up on Google; broken down to its roots, it might take from words that mean "of the forest," as a derivative of the Latin "Silvio." It could be different spelling of the African name "Silko," which means "silk," and mightve been the name of an ancient Nubian king. It could even be a mix of the words "silk," (as in, the fibre produced by larvae to form cocoons, or "Silk Road," as the garment and trading currency) and "Co," as in "company" (since he produced Shimmer like a capitalist and brought great wealth for the chembarons).

Now onto the sisters!

As a proper Latin root word, Vi means "with force; violently." It can also be interpreted as the Roman Numeral 6. The name "Violet" originates from the Latin word viola (which happens to share its name with an overlooked instrument in the string family), but is Old English in proper form, and means "purple flower; steadfast."

The word Jinx is derived comes from the Greek/Latin word "iunx," their name for the wryneck bird- a bird associated with sorcery, and "jyng," an Old English word that means "a spell." It's meant bad luck since the mid to late 19th century.

Me, internally: "Wow, the writers at Riot and Fortiche really cooked with this one! How insightful!"

Me, externally" *sobs*

[wishbonemotel]

oc family dynamics are always so funny when the characters got designed separately. like with the Lovings, Nadia and Eve both have heavy religious and ghost imagery. Real Haunted Family vibes. then there’s their brother Zachariah, the not-quite Elvis impersonator