#Driving School in Windsor

[primeskillsdriving]

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[windsordrivingschool]

The greatest driving training is available to students of all ages and driving experience levels at Windsor Driving School, presented by Sprint Driving School. Our driving school is well situated in Windsor and provides a range of driving instruction to guarantee that each student gains the necessary driving skills and knowledge. Our qualified and experienced instructors prioritize the requirements of their pupils in order to provide a warm and secure learning environment.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

"Waaagh! I don't FEEL Safe HERE! Also, this is my UK hotel location."

What "insider" would deliberately disclose the location of Sparry's hotel ? She knowingly violated his privacy by speaking to the Daily Express.

"The Duke of Sussex stayed at Coworth Park hotel, in Ascot, Berkshire, last week while attending the two-day hearing at the High Court in London over his police protection being reduced in this country.

Fixated Person:

"Prince Harry stayed near his estranged brother William during his short UK visit to extend “an olive branch”, says a source close to him."

The five-star hotel is a short drive from William and Kate’s residence Adelaide Cottage, a four-bedroom home in the grounds of Windsor Castle, within Windsor Home Park."

Stalker history of using the Press & Social Media to leak, brief, & passive aggressively make Demands to the BRF

2019 to William via Twitter: "...if you will only defend me in the press, all the attacks on Kate will stop..."

2023 press: repeated 🫒 olive branch messages & talking points

2024 People Mag: "...it would be swords down if only the king would support his case for security..."

2025: "...it would be swords down if Dr. Sophie Chanduka (Sentebale) would only..."

2025: April Daily Express "The insider noted: “Harry really is keen to try to salvage some kind of relationship or even reopen dialogue...was seen as a potential olive branch to make peace after so many years estranged.”

Sparry's Fantasy:

"friends' circle, "business friends," "former school & army friends" who use "WILLS and KATE" in the press.

“And some of us saw Harry being so close to his brother as a gesture of saying ‘hey I am here, close by... what about us trying to work things out’?

“The sad thing is that many of us, within Harry’s friends’ circles, feel he wants to somehow make peace and return to talking terms.

Close business friends of Harry say his “accommodation decision, which was relayed to Wills and Kate through security services, was seen as a potential olive branch to make peace after so many years estranged.”

But during last week’s four-day stay, Harry did not meet up with the Prince and Princess of Wales and their children, or see his father King Charles before his state visit to Italy with Camilla.

Instead he was seen enjoying meals with former school and Army friends 😂

According to the Spare in his Spare, William refused to join him the night before his wedding because he was at home with his wife and kids. Harry cried, "but it's our thing."

"Coworth Park is also where William stayed with Harry on his last night as a bachelor, before his marriage to Meghan in 2018."

[world-of-wales]

─ •✧ CATHERINE'S YEAR IN REVIEW : JANUARY ✧• ─

9 JANUARY - Catherine celebrated her 41'st Birthday.

11 JANUARY - Catherine was spotted driving in Windsor.

12 JANUARY - Catherine and William were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Merseyside (Mr. Mark Blundell). They opened Royal Liverpool University Hospital and later visited the Open Door Centre in Birkenhead.

13 JANUARY - Catherine held an Early Years Meeting.

18 JANUARY - Catherine was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Bedfordshire (Mrs. Susan Lousada) as she visited Foxcubs Nursery in Luton

19 JANUARY - Catherine held an Early Years Meeting. Later in the afternoon she held a Reception for England Wheelchair Rugby Football League Team at Hampton Court Palace to celebrate the World Cup win.

25 JANUARY - Catherine held a Meeting with the Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood Advisory Group at Windsor Castle.

26 JANUARY - Catherine and William visited Windsor Foodshare in Berkshire. Later in the afternoon she held an Early Years Meeting. 28 JANUARY - Catherine appeared in a video for the Shaping Us Campaign. 29 JANUARY- Catherine visited Bethnal Green School in London. She also released an open letter explaining her work with the Early Years.

30 JANUARY - Catherine attended the Centre for Early Childhood "Shaping Us" Campaign Preview and Reception along with William.

31 JANUARY - Catherine appeared in a video message promoting the 'Shaping Us' Campaign of the Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood. The Princess of Wales also carried out the engagements in Leeds to launch the campaign. She was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of West Yorkshire (Mr. Edmund Anderson) as she visited Kirkgate Market. Subsequently, Catherine visited the University of Leeds.

[the-empress-7]

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13156027/amp/kate-middleton-pictures-abdominal-surgery-carole-windsor-link-to.html

Rebecca English.

> The pictures were published by US gossip website TMZ but not in the UK after Kensington Palace appealed for her to be able to recuperate in private.

> Kate was pictured wearing sunglasses in the passenger seat of a 4x4 Audi, which her mother Carole Middleton was driving near Windsor Castle. The photos were taken shortly before 9am, suggesting the mother and daughter were returning from the school run.

it seems it wasn't approved after all 🙁

Yeah I didn't think KP would approve something like this to begin with.

The bigger question is who betrayed them then? Was it someone in BP? It would have had to been someone who is close enough to know their comings and goings.

[summer-blonde]

It is my besties birthday. My online love and twin @labella420

She has been there for me through more ways than one. I hope this at least makes a dent into how much I owe her. It's 1am and well past my deadline but I needed to finish for her 💗

Adult filth ahead.

I have not reread so I'm sure there's lots of mistakes.

It was a constant sound that could drive you mad sometimes when you just needed the quiet. But when you left and went on adventures in landlocked areas where beige mountains sparkled like a mirage of stone-cut diamonds decorating the decollete of some cold Las Vegas housewife, getting back to that sound seemed impossible.

But, you'd never tell anyone that. You ended up in a place you never thought you'd be. But that was fine. You were sophisticated. Smart. Always looked like you had someplace to go. Somewhere to be. You were an influencer if you dared to be so small. You lived and loved on your own morals. One night stands, with the occasional month long romance sprinkled in for good measure, if the sex was good enough. Quick to drop the baggage, though, if ever a sentimental line slipped from their lips. Or yours. 

A business woman, taking charge. Top of your game. And you were always the quarterback.

And then he walked in.

"You don't look like you should be tending bar."

Smirking, but careful to not come off as rude - men can be so sensitive, you flipped the cap off the bottle of Corona and placed it in front of the not all-together unattractive man. "I'm not sure if I should say thanks or not."

Dropping his head in seeming embarrassment before lifting it ever so slightly, "I'm sorry. I just meant, you look like you should be running the place. Or owning it."

"Ah," nodding as you filled a glass with some bottom shelf vodka that typically made the rounds at a high school house party, before handing it off to one of the waiters for a table.

You kept yourself busy behind the bar, making drinks and keeping things moving, all the while the man still sat, unmoving, save for the occasional shift in gaze to follow you. Keeping your eyes low as you focused on drying off a freshly washed glass, you weren't entirely unaware of his blue eyes constantly on you. Blue eyes that reminded you of the sky over the California coastline, made unbelievably more blue by the silk Salvatore Ferregamo tie around his collar, although, the Windsor knot seemed a bit formal for the bar. Although, you suspected, he was just another guy coming from a conference. 

Darkness set in around you as patrons started to move on. Saints and sinners alike flocking to the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip like bugs to the warm, electric glow of inevitably. 

And all the while, the man sat with the untouched bottle of Corona, a ring of water around the base dampening the paper coaster beneath. 

Your hip cutting a groove in the mahogany bar, your brows furrowed. With a heavy sigh, you pushed off the wood and reached for the top shelf. You could feel his eyes heavy on you, defying the lightness and calm of the hue. Turning, you placed a glass on the counter in front of him, your hand hovering over the ice. A mischievous, barely noticeable shift in posture had you pulling back and uncorking the Macallan. 

"A purest," you remarked softly as you poured the drink. Taking the warm beer from before him and wiping away the water left behind, you offered the drink.

Glancing down, his stare returned to yours, "I don't drink alone" 

You chuffed, "There are wonderful ladies, or gentlemen, if you prefer, that would happily join you for a price."

He stayed silent as his tongue moistened his lower lip before disappearing quickly and suddenly yours felt incredibly dry. Sahara desert dry. But somewhere else was definitely feeling the humidity as you clenched your thighs. 

Shit! Your brain screamed. His eyes didn't move but you could swear a hint of a knowing smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Cocky, arrogant, bastard. A dime a dozen in this town but he was different. East Coast elite with scorched edges of glowing embers. 

A stare off to mark the ages, you cursed inwardly, grabbing another glass from below and pouring yourself a drink. Why couldn't you have grabbed from the lower shelf? A Johnnie Walker would have sufficed, but no - you had to grab the 15. 

He raised his glass with eyes sparkling and a smile playing across his lips like he'd just won a silent bet.

Hadn't he? 

You clinked glasses, "Salut," he declared and you repeated, but he held off on drinking, pausing with the tumbler at his lips as he watched the smooth drink slide down your throat and set a fire in your belly, before drinking it down himself. 

The flames licked your insides, stoking the heat in your core that ached to be quenched. The alcohol went straight to your head, your brain lost in dense fog at sea. 

The man pushed off the stool, eyes dark, and heady You were more than ready to be the rock his stormy seas could crash into. 

Running a palm to smooth down his tie, he buttoned his jacket before pulling out a leather wallet from his back pocket and dropping two large bills on the counter. 

"All due respect to the ladies and gentlemen and all those somewhere in between, but I pay for drinks, not sex. And if you're so inclined, I would love to show you all of the things I've been imagining doing to you the last two hours. But it may take a lot longer. I am known to be thorough in my debriefings."

"A lawyer," you surmise. 

"Hmm," the man thought a moment before smiling a smile that never quite reached his eyes. "An attorney. I always found the word lawyer to be rather, pedestrian, don't you think?" he remarked with ease as he moved slowly around the bar. "An ambulance chaser, if you will." 

Your eyes followed his steps as he rounded the end, coming up alongside you, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, dragging a single finger down your thigh. "And I promise you, I never do the chasing," his words moved through your body like sin. "You'll come to me," his hand snaked up your skirt, dancing across your moist panties before sneaking beneath, skimming your puffy, bare lips below like petting a delicate and dew-covered petal . "And you'll come again and again until the unbearable ache of not having me inside you finally breaks you of this independent woman bullshit. And then you know what I'm going to do?" 

Two fingers pushed inside you, your body pliant, moving with him, matching the delicious strokes inside your heat. His thumb circled your clit - barely giving you what you needed - sending shockwaves of utter torture throughout your body. 

"Do you know? Do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked again.

You reached back between your bodies, the firmness of his cock pushing against the seams of his trousers into your back. Jesus, you needed him inside you and you could swear he cursed under his breath when you took hold of him, fighting the zipper for skin on skin contact. 

"Christ!" he snarled, pulling his fingers free from the depths of your cunt. Unzipping, he pushed your torso down to the bar, settling behind and spreading your legs wide. Very wide. Your nostrils flared from the heady scent of alcohol off the empty glasses before you. You felt the spongy tip of him at your entrance. Reaching over, you grasped the far end of the bar for leverage, willing the ache to be quenched. Knowing it would be. 

Pulling your panties to the side, he pushed into you with a fire so hot it licked and cauterized all the wounds that others had left behind. He filled you like no other, pumping hard and desperate yet somehow with a skill that couldn't be matched. He held you, fingers biting into your skin as he folded his body over yours, lips moving against your skin with the filthiest words of devotion and domination and submission all in one. He fucked you through your first orgasm, pinched your nipples through your second. Stuffed his tie in your mouth when you begged for a reprieve as you climaxed around him again. And on the fourth, you barely cried out, your body sore and numb and beautifully broken. But the feel of his seed deep inside you made you feel warm. Loved. 

You barely remember having your clothes put back in place. You can sort of recall a warm bath with a sponge cleaning every inch of your body before being carried into a soft, plush bed with pillows all around. But you can distinctly feel his body behind yours, holding you. Whispering soothing words in your ear as you drifted off to sleep. 

***

The salty air floated through the room. Blinking against the soft glow of the morning sun shimmering between billowing sheers, you stretched. Freshly washed linen felt cool to the touch beneath you as you listened to chaos of the waves crashing across the shore before being carried off to sea once more. 

Home. That constant sounds no longer maddening. A peace that calmed your soul like a loon cutting through a still lake. 

Feeling his presence, your gaze shifted to the bedroom door with a lazy smile. "Is that for me?" 

Andy smiled and rolled his eyes, "What do you think?" 

"I think my husband is starting my birthday off right" 

Andy leaned down, kissing you on your forehead before placing the tray of French toast with berries and whipped cream, on the side table. He helped you move to sit against the headboard. 

"Thank you for getting up early to make me breakfast." 

A single eyebrow practically reached his hairline. "I got up early to escape the wet spot I slept in all night. Tell me again why I always have to sleep in it?" 

"Seems only fair, you cause it," you answered, shrugging. "You know, I had a dream about the night we wet." 

"Talk about wet spot," he remarked off-handedly. 

"You never did tell me." At Andy's questioning look you continued. "What else you were going to do. You know, after you broke me of my," using air quotes, sing-songed, "independent woman bullshit." 

"Right," Andy picked up the tray of food. "Didn't think I had to tell you," and placed it on top of your very pregnant belly. "I did it." 

[thesunbums]

❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed ENZO BIANCHI walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who HE is? they kind of look like SEAN TEALE and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 32 year old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last SIX YEARS...

STATS

NAME: Enzo Bianchi

BIRTHDATE: January 18, 1993

BIRTHPLACE: Portifino, Liguria (italy)

HOMETOWN: Windsor & London (England)

TIME IN TOWN: 6 years (Relocated for Residency & Fellowship)

NEIGHBORHOOD: Harborview Residences, 3A

ORIENTATION & STATUS: Heterosexual & Single

OCCUPATION: Plastics Fellow at Seaglass Hospital

PERSONALITY TRAITS: + Analytical, Charming, Responsible, Fearless | – Haughty, Duplicitous, Judgmental & Callous

AESTHETICS: icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, sunglasses hiding that cunning glint in your eyes, the low hum of a motorcycle, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, long confident strides, softly demanding the best of others, old wine corks and empty champagne flutes, perfectly tailored suits, the drive for perfection, you’re your own independence

CONNECTION: Besties with Isaiah Francis (@losingdcgs)

BIOGRAPHY

Enzo Bianchi was born in Italy before being raised between Windsor and London at five. His parents divorced after he turned two. His father was too dedicated to his career of becoming the best neurosurgeon in the world, and his mother was a growing discontented housewife who was nothing more than eye candy on his father's arm. Thankfully, his mother had found her footing and reprieve in London, creating a fashion brand that has become a global brand name.

Left to his own devices by age six, Enzo ran the roost that was his two homes in England. Both with their own set of staff and dictating orders with his platinum spoon like he was the maestro of a well-strung orchestra. Through the years, he had one honest and loyal friend, a brother, who knew him better than anyone else in the world ever could. Nonetheless, Bianchi let his family name, privilege, competitiveness, and charm dictate the course of his life. From playing for the prominent football club in the area to throwing the best parties a teenager could host in London, acing all his exams despite being the class clown and turning in all his assignments late.

It's not that Enzo isn't clever at all or only uses his family's means to propel him in life. He was tested at a young age and deemed gifted. Boredom found him in the classrooms and Enzo insisted he did not skip levels; he just wanted to be a normal kid like his mates. He knew the time to succeed would come at a crosspoint. Until then, he would enjoy his alcohol consumption, the girls who threw themselves at him, and living a life that many people envied despite the reality of the emptiness it brought him as he aged.

Having been everywhere and back, courtesy of his mother's booming fashion line, it was no surprise when Enzo decided to pursue medicine in the States. Despite their grand advancements in research and breakthroughs, he'd seen the life of a few plastic surgeons from his mom's network that appealed more to him than his father's long and arduous pursuit of being a neurosurgeon. Besides, who doesn't want to help people to feel their most beautiful selves? After four years at the University of Oxford, he headed to Stanford University for medical school. It was nothing more than a breeze, a hell of fun, and one too many hangovers.

Enzo's residency at Seaglass Hospital brought him to Palmview, Florida, where the bright sun, beautiful women, and captivating sea life match his vibrant energy. As he enters his third year of plastic surgery fellowship, Palmview feels like home, especially with his childhood friend by his side. While his mother asks when he'll settle down, Enzo focuses on excelling at the hospital, enjoying life by the ocean, and hosting legendary parties like in his younger days.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Notes on historical context

A huge part of fic writing in the HBO War fandom lies in historical research - I'm sure my writer friends can all attest to this - and it's personally one of my favourite parts of the whole process! As a result, I've decided to compile a few notes on the history used in my two current MoTA fics; I'm Your Man and Better Off

I'm aware this probably isn't interesting to a lot of people, but to any kindred spirits I hope you enjoy 😂

I'm Your Man

Frankie's hometown - Stratford-upon-Avon

Stratford-upon-Avon is a market town in the county of Warwickshire in the English West Midlands, which has existed as a settlements since the Roman occupation, but is particularly notable for being the birthplace of famous playwright William Shakespeare. The house in which Shakespeare grew up in remains a popular tourist attraction, evidencing visits from several notable writers including Charles Dickens and Lord Byron.

The Coventry Blitz

In Chapter 4, Frankie references the Coventry Blitz - a series of bombing raids between 1940-42, most notably on the night of 14th November 1940. In a single night, two-thirds of the city's buildings were damaged or destroyed, making it the most concentrated bombing of an English city in the entire war. In the aftermath, the word 'Coventration' was coined by Joseph Goebells to refer to the act of completely destroying a city through aerial attacks. I have spoken to people who lived in the towns around Coventry during this time who recall large groups of displaced families walking from town to town in search of shelter, as the destruction of housing was so extensive that people could not remain within the city.

Rationing

In the first few chapters, Frankie makes several references to the state of food rationing in 1943. Throughout the Second World War, food supply in the UK was severely limited due to its reliance on imports, and the economic state was so dire following the war that Britain continued rationing until 1954. Huge campaigns were introduced encouraging people to grow and supply their own food, and many commodities became unavailable due to shortages in certain ingredients. One such example was the production of Cadbury's chocolate, which had to be altered to 'Ration chocolate' due to milk shortages.

The Young Visiters by Daisy Ashford

In Chapter 7, Frankie is seen reading The Young Visiters, a hugely popular book published in 1919. The book's charm and popularity came from its author, as Daisy Ashford was allegedly only nine years old at the time of publication, and her unconventional writing and youthful misunderstanding of Victorian high society lend to the book's rather bizarre sense of humour.

Education

In Chapter 6, Rosie learns to his surprise that Frankie has not attended school since she was 14 years old. Under the 1918 Education Act, the school leaving age was raised from 12 to 14 years old, with high drop-out rates due to the inaccessibility of many schools to the working class.

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Better Off

The ATS

The Auxiliary Territorial Service was active from 1938, and operated as the women's branch of the British Army until it was absorbed into the Women's Royal Army Corps in 1949. The National Service Act of 1941 called for all unmarried women between the ages of 20 and 30 to join one of Britain's auxiliary services, and by 1943 nine of out every ten women were taking an active role in the war effort. Due to manpower shortages, many ATS women took on roles in radar and anti-aircraft defense, resulting over 700 casualties throughout the war. Most notable of the ATS volunteers was Princess Elizabeth Windsor (later Elizabeth II), who worked as a mechanic as well as driving lorries and ambulances.

The Manchester Blitz

The attack which killed Susie's sister Ellie was a part of a series of bombing raids known as the Manchester Blitz, which took place between 1940 and 1942. Manchester and its surrounding towns were key for war production, and as such targeted heavily by the Luftwaffe, resulting in approximately 1,000 deaths. The nights of the 22nd and 23rd of December 1940 were the most devastating attacks on Manchester during the war, with more than 450 tons of explosives dropped across the two consecutive nights.

Back-to-back houses

The home that Susie's family were raised in was part of a large wave of construction in the UK of so-called 'back-to-backs', designed to support the huge influx of working-class families moving into urban areas during the Industrial Revolution. Back-to-backs were built quickly and cheaply, and named due to their shared back walls, which saw one row of houses facing the street and another rear row facing either another road or an interior courtyard. These houses were often very cramped, with only one room per floor, and usually had two to three stories, occasionally with a cellar too.

It was rare for back-to-backs to accommodate indoor plumbing, with washhouses and toilets located outside in the yards. Due to poor living conditions, the construction of new back-to-backs was forbidden in 1909 after a report discovered mortality rates to be significantly higher than those of people living in other styles of housing. Waves of slum clearance before and after the Second World War saw the numbers of back-to-backs decline rapidly, and Leeds remains the only area of England that still contains large numbers of livable back-to-backs. The only surviving courtyard back-to-backs now exist in Birmingham, preserved as a museum.

[drholmstrom]

             [      ✱      ]             is  that  nikolaj  coster - waldau   ?  no,  that’s  søren  holmström,  a fifty4  year  old  living in the suburbs  who  uses he / him  pronouns.  he  currently  works  as  an orthopedic specialist at elite wellness collective   and  has  been  in  windsor bay  for  ten  years.  he  loves  dad rock, his wife and table tennis  and  the  character  he  identifies  with  most  is  gomez addams  from  the addams family.

full  name   :   soren  nils  holmstrom  . nickname(s)   :   älskling ( sigrid )  . hometown   :   copenhagen,   denmark  . languages :  swedish, danish, english, mandarin ( badly ) .         gender   :   cis - man .

relationships.

orientation   :   heterosexual . relationship status   :   married to sigrid holmström family members in play   :   signe holmström ( daughter ) . family members ( npcs )   :   none !

søren  holmström  was  born  from  nothing  less  than  fairytale  love.  his  mother  was  from  denmark,  but  every  sunday  a  handsome  man  from  sweden  stopped  by  her  flower  shop  in  copenhagen  and  stayed  just  a  little  bit  too  long.  they  quickly  married,  and  the  news  of  a  new  arrival  came  soon  afterwards  —  søren  came  into  the  world  like  a  burst  of  light  and  has  illuminated  the  dark  corners  in  people's  lives  ever  since.  his  father  moved  to  denmark,  and  they  lived  as  a  comfortable  family  unit  through  his  childhood.

an  intelligent  and  driven  young  boy,  søren  always  knew  that  he  wanted  to  help  people.  it  sounded  cliché  whenever  anyone  asked  —  and  family  members  would  talk  amongst  themselves  about  how  the  holmström  boy  wanted  to  make  the  big  bucks  —  but  he  wanted  to  take  away  pain  and  stitch  lives  back  together  again.  a  love  of  anatomy  books  followed  him  through  school  and  all  the  way  to  college.  after  an  exhausting  placement,  he  took  a  fellowship  and  commuted  to  malmö  every  morning  for  the  next  step  in  his  career.

he  supposed  that  it  was  fate  when  he  saw  her.  the  face  of  a  woman  straight  out  of  a  magazine.  when  he  saw  her,  søren  almost  fell  to  his  knees  —  a  goddess  walking,  a  beautiful  thing  that  almost  glowed.  how  could  he  have  ever  walked  away  ?  for  the  next  few  months,  søren  brought  bouquets  from  his  mother’s  shop  to  the  café  where  sigrid  worked.  once  the  annoyance  faded,  sigrid  had  no  other  option  but  to  agree  to  a  date.

and  when  she  folded,  things  moved  quickly.  she  got  pregnant  fast,  and  there  was  only  ever  one  option  for  søren  when  he  saw  those  two  lines  on  the  test.  his  fellowship  at  the  hospital  came  to  an  end  and  immediately  he  hung  up  the  stethoscope  to  support  his  girlfriend.  his  intention  had  always  been  to  help  people.  he  still  was,  but  instead  of  people  it  was  his  own  family.  supporting  sigrid  and  marrying  her  was  the  second  most  natural  thing  in  the  world.  the  first  ?  well,  he  found  out  the  moment  his  daughter  came  along.

but  joy  could  never  exist  without  sorrow.  it  was  a  dark  drive  back  from  the  hospital  when  it  happened  — maybe  it  was  a  pothole  or  something  left  out  in  the  road,  but  whatever  his  car  hit  sent  søren  twisting  down  an  embankment  off  the  side  of  the  highway.  no  one  else  was  hurt,  but  he  was  ;  a  crushed  right  leg  that  his  wife  had  to  make  the  devastating  decision  to  amputate.  in  that  moment,  he  thought  that  his  world  was  over.  how  could  he  ever  be  a  father  if  he  was  half  a  man?  that  was  one  of  many  moments  where  sigrid  proved  herself  as  his  guardian  angel.  she  pulled  him  together,  kept  him  whole,  and  assured  søren  that  they  were  a  family  —  her,  their  growing  girl,  and  him,  regardless  of  the  state  he  was  in.

fatherhood  became  his  everything.  for  the  first  few  years  søren  stayed  home  to  allow  sigrid  to  study,  taking  awkward  ad - hoc  shifts  at  the  hospital  to  fund  their  living  costs.  when  signe  started  school,  he  applied  and  gained  an  orthopedic  consultancy.  the  next  ten  years  moved  by  easily  —  the  scandinavian  dream  —  until  a  letter  arrived.  they  wanted  dr  holmström  in  windsor bay.  guilt  ate  him  alive,  and  the  invitation  stayed  on  the  mantlepiece  until  sigrid  found  it.  she  paid  back  the  favour.  it  was  his  chance  to  want  something,  his  chance  to  grip  life  by  the  horns.

a  decade  on,  and  søren  spends  most  of  his  time  with  his  wife  and  daughter,  taking  walks  along  the  promenade,  and  working  in  his  home  study.  now  that  signe  has  flown  the  nest,  there's  a  hole  where  his  daughter  had  once  been  —  a  pit  that  he  isn't  quite  sure  how  to  fill.  but  he  tries  anyway.

[primeskillsdriving]

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[allisonjwatts]

"LIKE AN APPARITION APPEARED IN THE KITCHEN, I AM OVERPOWERED..."

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Allison Jean Watts NICKNAME(S): Ally, AJ, Ally-Jean LABEL: The Mystic / The Seeker AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH: October 13, 1994 ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Pisces Rising, Virgo Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, English, Danish SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Occult Specialist / Folklorist / Podcast Host SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Lesbian; Homoromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Grace Van Patten HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 121 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Brunette - currently dyed blonde EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: White ink rune for protection that she found in her mother's journal - on her right ribs

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Inquisitive, Resilient, Charming, Romantic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Enigmatic, Defiant, Lonely, Guarded. LIKES: Collecting vintage typewriters and trying to write letters on them, the sound of rain hitting old tin roofs, wearing mismatched socks, practicing calligraphy with ink she makes herself, drinking strong black coffee in vintage porcelain cups, having a small collection of odd-shaped crystals and stones on her windowsill, finding obscure herbs and plants for her teas and spells, listening to audiobooks in the car during night drives. DISLIKES: The smell of new plastic or synthetic materials, people who overuse emojis in serious conversations, overly bright, fluorescent lighting, when people mispronounce Latin or old European languages, the sound of loud chewing or slurping, people who touch her books or journals without permission, excessive small talk at networking events.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Nyctophobia DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: N/A

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NYC, NY CURRENT RESIDENCE: Windsor Bay, OR EDUCATION LEVEL: MA in Anthropology with concentration on Occult Studies & Folklore FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - Kevin Watts, 67, Father, Not In Contact - Genevieve Watts, 42, Step-Mother, Not In Contact - Serena Watts, Mother, DECEASED

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Black Garlic Ramen with Soft-Boiled Egg and Charred Greens DRINK: Smoked lapsang souchong tea with oat milk and a touch of honey MOVIE: The Others TV SHOW: The OA BAND/ARTIST: Chelsea Wolfe SONG: “Teignmouth” by Patrick Wolf

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INFJ ENNEAGRAM: The Individualist (4w5) TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good SIN: Pride VIRTUE: Courage ELEMENT: Water CHARACTER PLAYLIST

“It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off”

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Death mention, Struggles with sexuality/acceptance

Born into New York’s elite, Allison Watts grew up surrounded by marble halls, leather-bound books, and the weight of legacy. Her family, the Watts', were titans of publishing—owners of Watts & Whitmore, a century-old literary empire known for its prestige and political influence. Her childhood home was an Upper East Side townhouse steeped in silence and expectation, more museum than sanctuary. From an early age, Allison was labeled the heir apparent. She was taught how to walk, talk, and think like a future CEO. Piano at five. French by seven. Public appearances by twelve. Her days were structured down to the hour, and her future had a five-year plan by the time she entered high school. But the deeper truth was less polished. Allison’s mother—her birth mother—died under mysterious circumstances when Allison was just three. Officially, it was “an accident,” but whispers followed the family for years. Her stepmother, Genevieve, entered the picture almost immediately after, cloaked in elegance and secrecy. Only later would Allison begin to uncover the truth: her mother’s obsession with the occult was real, and Genevieve was far more than she seemed. While Allison’s exterior was poised perfection—private schools, cotillion balls, and Ivy League grooming—her interior life was something else entirely. She was endlessly curious, inexplicably drawn to the arcane, the forbidden, the mystical. As a child, she would steal away to read about Tarot, spirit photography, and Victorian séance culture. She kept dream journals and coded letters, half in Latin, half in longing. By the time she was a teenager, Allison knew she was queer—but queerness had no place in the world she was born into. Her queerness, like her fascination with death and the hidden world, was folded into silence. Even among friends, she kept her true self veiled behind charm and intellect. She was adored, envied, watched—but never truly known. At twenty-two, fresh out of her elite liberal arts college, Allison’s father revealed his “surprise”: a pending engagement to Rowan Montgomery, the heir to another powerful family. It was a merger masked as a marriage. Rowan was kind, dull, and completely unaware of Allison’s internal war. She played along—for a while. Secretly, she applied to Cornell, lying to her family about attending Columbia Law. Instead, she enrolled in a graduate program in anthropology, with a focus on occult studies and folklore. Her thesis was on “The Repressed Witch: Queerness, Power, and Persecution in American Occult Traditions.” She met Zara in a graduate seminar. Zara, who saw straight through Allison’s masks. Their connection was instant, electric, and utterly terrifying. For the first time in her life, Allison felt seen. When the wedding date loomed, Allison detonated the life constructed for her. On what was supposed to be her engagement weekend in the Hamptons, she stood before her family and told the truth. She was gay. She had never wanted this life. She would not be a bride, or an heir, or a Watts in the way they demanded. The fallout was nuclear. Her father disowned her. Genevieve called her “possessed.” The trust fund vanished. The invitations were retracted. And Allison—grieving, furious, liberated—packed two suitcases and left New York behind. Now living in a tiny apartment in Windsor Bay, Oregon, Allison makes her living through her podcast, “The Obscura Files”, which explores hidden histories, lost goddesses, secret societies, and the supernatural roots of civilization. The podcast has a modest but loyal following, and it has become both her income and her therapy. She consults for museums, indie documentaries, and even the occasional private client—people who want to find haunted things, or understand what they’ve inherited. She’s a scholar, yes—but she also believes. Deeply.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

Allison is defined by a profound need to uncover hidden truths—about the world, about her past, and most importantly, about herself. She is drawn toward mystery not just intellectually, but spiritually and emotionally. She embodies the Seeker archetype—always searching, always questioning—but with the soul of a Mystic, who believes the hidden is sacred. Allison’s self-concept is composed of clashing dualities—privilege and rebellion, visibility and secrecy, intellect and belief. Her early life was dictated by external expectation, leaving her with a deep ambivalence toward structure and authority. Yet, once she made the decision to break away, she did so with unwavering conviction. Her sense of self may feel unstable at times, but she is never passive in her self-definition. Allison learned young how to perform: to hide her queerness, her grief, her fascination with the occult. This has made her an adept social chameleon, able to navigate elite spaces with charm and poise. But beneath that lies a profound hunger for authenticity, a desire that now governs her adult life. Her current work—and the emotional risks she takes—are all aimed at reclaiming what was once suppressed. Allison is both deeply romantic and deeply guarded. Her formative relationships (a distant father, a cold stepmother, a deceased birth mother) conditioned her to expect abandonment or manipulation. She longs to be known, but fears what will happen when she is. This push-pull dynamic is reflected in her relationship with Zara: an intense emotional bond she both embraced and feared. Allison's attachment to memory, lineage, and myth is not just scholarly—it's emotional. She relates to the dead, the forgotten, and the haunted because she sees herself among them. She may struggle with living people, but she has profound intimacy with what’s gone. Allison blends intellect and instinct with unusual fluidity. She is analytically sharp—trained in anthropology, folklore, and cultural theory—but she also trusts dreams, symbols, and gut feelings. This synthesis allows her to work in both academic and esoteric domains without contradiction. Allison doesn’t just gather facts; she decodes patterns. She’s drawn to systems of meaning—runes, Tarot, poetry—because they offer frameworks for understanding emotional chaos. Her mind organizes reality symbolically, turning personal trauma into mythic narrative. Outwardly poised, Allison manages her emotions through intense self-control, ritual, and intellectualization. Internally, however, she experiences a maelstrom of longing, grief, rage, and love. Her podcast and research are emotional outlets disguised as academic work. Not clinically depressed, but marked by a persistent low-grade sorrow—a residue of exile, unresolved mourning (her mother, Zara), and the ache of unsatisfied longing. This melancholy lends her a poetic sensibility but also inhibits her from fully embracing the present. Allison does not believe in moral binaries. Her values are shaped by empathy, intuition, and personal truth. When forced to choose between decorum and honesty, she chooses honesty—often at great cost. She is willing to dismantle institutions, relationships, and even herself in pursuit of truth. Her moral decisions often resemble mythic choices: the daughter who leaves the palace, the witch who chooses exile, the lover who walks through fire. These inner narratives influence how she sees herself—as someone meant to bear pain for the sake of transformation. People are drawn to Allison—her beauty, her intensity, her intelligence—but very few get inside her inner circle. She can charm a room, but connection is rare and sacred to her. She thrives in one-on-one intimacy but finds social performance exhausting. Because she was once silenced, she is drawn to the silenced—queer ancestors, folk practices dismissed as “irrational,” histories erased. She feels responsible for these voices and often takes on a kind of archivist or midwife role to lost narratives.

► HEADCANONS

Collects antique Tarot decks and spirit photography from the 19th century.

Favorite poet: H.D. (Hilda Doolittle).

Keeps a journal she never lets anyone read—half anthropology notes, half spells.

She has a secret stash of vintage postcards from occult shops and old libraries, which she sends to herself as reminders of places she dreams of visiting.

Her phone wallpaper is a faded photo of a Victorian-era spirit photographer she admires.

When nervous, Allison unconsciously taps her fingers in a rhythm that matches old folk songs she studied in college.

She collects vintage fountain pens but only writes her most important journal entries with a specific emerald-green one.

Allison has a tiny potted lavender plant on her windowsill that she talks to, believing it soothes her energy.

She’s terrible at small talk but is an excellent mimic and can perfectly imitate a dry British accent for sarcastic inner commentary.

Whenever she’s deep in research, she wears a mismatched pair of earrings—one shaped like a moon, the other a star.

Her idea of a perfect day off involves a mix of thrift store hunting for books and binge-watching old black-and-white horror films.

She once tried making her own incense blend but accidentally created something that smelled like burnt rubber; she still keeps it because it “reminds her of failure and growth.”

When writing podcast scripts, she reads them aloud to her cat for “performance practice.”

She has a playlist of ambient sounds—like crackling fireplaces, rain on windows, and distant church bells—that she plays to help her focus.

Allison keeps a secret file of weird, little-known folk superstitions she wants to try out someday.

She has a superstition of never crossing running water without touching a hidden charm sewn into her coat.

On birthdays, instead of parties, she writes handwritten letters to herself reflecting on the past year and future hopes.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

How To Lose A Friend

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zXSGP78 by beeaattrriicce Three thousand two hundred and ninety-one days. That’s how long Henry has known Alex. Three thousand two hundred and ninety-one days. It’s also how long he’s been in love with Alex.   Or The road trip fic inspired by the 11 hour drive me and my ex took over Christmas/New Year break Words: 9003, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Ellen Claremont, Leo (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran, Ellen Claremont/Leo Additional Tags: Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, High School, College, Miscommunication, Developing Relationship, Christmas, New Years, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Idiots in Love, Jealousy, Jealous Alex Claremont-Diaz, Jealous Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Alex Claremont-Diaz, Possessive Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Mutual Pining, Shower Sex, Alternate Universe - Non-Famous read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zXSGP78

[dwell-the-brave]

Six Sentence Sunday 09/06/2024

Surprise! I'm not dead!

I've been really struggling with getting Part 5 of Heavy Weighs the Crown off the ground. I've started it about 3 times but never found a groove with it. That said! I might've, now. 👀

Please enjoy these (a little bit more than) six sentences.

1. He can and will take public transport at every opportunity, despite security concerns. (The day he announced he’d be taking the train from and to Windsor every was the day the head of the PPO service decided to hand in his retirement notice).  2. He can and will talk to any member of the public who so much as murmurs his name. (Alex has made it his life's mission to make the Royal Family seem approachable and not so out-of-touch. He has held fussy babies on train platforms before to give frantic Moms a breather, and he’d do it again).  3. He can and will refuse to be treated with the security befitting his station, and that makes him a liability. (If he can’t run The Long Walk in Windsor, he will run in St. James’ Park, and the PPOs better keep up). 

I've also been tapping away at dom!Alex/actor!Henry.

“A swim?” he asks and Alex nods. He claps his hands to his thighs and pushes himself to standing, turning to offer a hand to Henry. Shy, he takes Alex’s hand tentatively and allows himself to be pulled to his feet.  “I was on swim team in high school. And the lacrosse team,” Alex adds with a smile. Henry allows his eyes to rove briefly - that explains the broad shoulders. “A swim is good for the body and the mind. We were all ensconced in water once, in the womb,” he explains conversationally and Henry blinks.

And some Trans Dad!Eddie fic that hit me out of nowhere...

Thankfully, Winnie is too distracted by the Frozen (ironic) soundtrack to notice Eddie’s rising distress.  “Let it go! Let it go!” she sings in her sweet, high (slightly off key) voice, kicking her legs in her car seat, eyes trained on the snow outside. “It’s like the film, Daddy,” she tells him and Eddie gives her what he hopes is a winning smile in the rear view mirror. “Sure is, baby,” he replies, eyes back on the road which is quickly being lost to the settling snow. Was that road sign for Elm? It’s hard to see, it feels like he’s witnessing warp drive from Star Trek through the windscreen.

So, I'm chipping away. Little by little. 😊

See you next time! 💌

[goldstien]

full name.  kiernan thomas goldstein. nicknames.  moose, kie, bastard. birthday.  twenty-three – may 20th, 2002. zodiac sign.  taurus. gender.  cis man – he / him. orientation. openly bisexual – loves the playing field and is just livin' that life. birthplace.   windsor bay, oregon. occupatuion.  former almost nfl rookie, current student at windsor bay community college. residence. suburbs within windsor bay, oregon. distinguishing features.   various moles, mostly on his face and upper chest. large scar across his jaw from a previous accident.

boy  meets  girl,  girl  meets  boy  —  they  fall  in  love.  the  whole  thing,  next  thing  is  the  baby  in  the  cradle:  kiernan  thomas.  a  blessing  to  the  family.  a  grandchild  (  ?  )  to  the  goldstein  family,  he's  well  loved  and  cared  for  as  a  child  should  be.  it's  sunshine  and  rainbows  and  constant  exasperated  sighs  as  boy  turns  into  a  toddler,  his  reckless  spirit  already  coming  into  play  even  at  such  a  young  age. 

CAR  ACCIDENT,  DEATH  TW      /      kiernan's  mother  passes  in  a  car  accident  when  he's  only  a  toddler.  not  old  enough  to  have  memories  of  being  in  the  backseat,  not  old  enough  to  have  any  memories  of  her  period.  there's  flashes  –  the  kind  that  you  think  could  be  memories,  or  you're  stuck  late  at  night  wondering  if  you  made  it  up  because  that's  what  you  think  is  your  memory.  despite  support  from  both  sides  of  the  family,  it's  kiernan  and  his  dad  against  the  world. 

spoiled  rotten  in  just  about  everything.  love,  energy,  time,  money  —  kiernan  never  wanted  for  much,  and  he  took  the  world  by  storm  thanks  to  it  all.  growing  up  in  windsor  bay  is  cozy  –  even  with  the  looming  notion  of  his  attached  last  name  in  the  close  distance,  he  never  paid  it  much  time.  the  feeling  of  needing  to  be  on  his  best  behavior  only  really  serves  him  to  do  the  exact  opposite.  diagnosed  with  adhd  and  medicated  for  it  since  age  10,  kie  definitely  knows  exactly  how  to  make  his  mind  work  …  and  how  to  make  it  not  work.  usually,  the  fun  stuff  comes  first,  everything  else  is  second. 

drives  fast,  does  whatever  he  wants  —  known  around  town  for  causing  a  ruckus  and  getting  into  as  much  trouble  as  he  possibly  could.  what  else  could  he  do  besides  extra  curriculars?  and,  trust,  he's  tried  them  all.  baseball  in  the  spring,  football  in  the  fall,  track  whenever  that  is.  a  constant  state  of  motion  makes  it  hard  for  him  to  stop.  and,  really,  he  doesn't  want  to.  a  go  -  go  -  go  flux  state  is  his  actual  normal  state.  it's  hard  to  follow,  but  so  is  his  train  of  thought.

the  plan  was  to  go  to  school  for  football  —  he's  good  at  it,  better  than  anything  else  he  ever  tried.  playing  corner  was  easy,  for  all  attempts  at  the  word.  knew  how  to  play  the  field,  quick  on  his  feet.  and  that  worked:  a  full  ride  to  the  university  of  oregan  playing  for  their  team.  this  was  it:  his  big  shot,  the  one  thing  that  everyone  was  expecting  him  to  do  -  go  into  the  nfl,  make  a  lot  of  money,  win  a  superbowl,  this  or  that.  that  was  the  plan.  until  ..  that  didn't  happen.  as  it  usually  does,  kiernan's  status  quo  falls  apart.

INJURY  TW      he's  fine  for  years  --  the  his  last  season  is  looking  bright,  until  it  isn't.  all  sorts  of  anxious  energy  during  the  first  game  of  the  season,  there's  the  accident.  family  surrounded  him  in  the  hospital.  what  kiernan  was  hoping  would  be  a  simple  knock  out  concussion  would  last  him  a  few  days,  a  week  at  most.  the  severity  persisted,  leaving  him  out  for  the  season.  though  cleared  —  the  symptoms  still  remain  enough  that  he's  not  quite  safe  for  him  to  play.  migraines,  constant  vertigo,  changes  in  attitude  all  attest  to  the  hit.  he's  unsure  if  that's  a  good  or  a  bad  thing,  and  to  this  day,  will  not  tell  anyone  when  it  gets  worse  unless  he  has  to.  not  even  his  dad. 

grades  fail,  and  he's  put  on  academic  probation,  then  academic  leave  —  there's  struggles  there  as  he's  almost  done,  but  kiernan  is  sometimes  a  quitter  (  not  his  father's  fault  )  and  by  the  time  things  got  really  tough,  he's  over  it.  needs  a  break.  a  change  of  scenery.  his  family.  there  was  conditions  on  his  return  to  windsor  bay:  go  back  to  college  (  a  communications  degree,  something  he's  good  at  beyond  throwing  a  ball  )  and  a  job.  that  part  is  still  a  work  in  obvious  progress,  though  he's  trying.  really.

affectionately  called  moose  by  family  /  friends  due  to  how  clumsy  he  is  —  somehow  locks  in  during  games  (  and  sometimes  even  that  fails  )  .  took  his  time  learning  to  walk  as  a  baby  and  that  only  furthered  into  childhood,  tripping  over  his  own  feet  and  constant  scrapped  knees  on  the  hard  pavement. 

comes off very brash, abrasive and aggressive --- but he's super nice once you get to the meat of him, promise. there's only a few mean bones in his body! and they're only used for dire situations anyway. a big golden retriever if that dog could swear and drive a go kart.

diagnosed with adhd in childhood and takes medication for it but often forgets to actually take it despite his twins best efforts, and despite literally everyone's effort in fact. almost every day he is fuckin' winging the big wide world, medicated or not. usually not.

. attention seeker to a horrid degree, knows better than to involve his family in his shenanigans ( aha, unless — ) and instead forces this upon friends, foes and strangers alike. karaoke fiend. that one guy who just never leaves anyone alone. probably gets carded at the bars, and the poor bouncer knows his stupid face. 

very much menace town little brother vibes. stirring the pot, doing things he shouldn't, getting into things that he shouldn't, somehow knows everything about anyone - doesn't recognize faces but he recognizes gossip. it's weird. don't trust him. tries to charm the older ladies with his big brown boba eyes, and it works ( sometimes ) . 

beyond loyal to a sometimes disastrous fault. second, third, fifteen chances for himself — if you hurt someone he cares about, it's over. once at out of school suspension for picking a fight with someone who was starting drama. fool me once shame on you, fool me ten times? just has rose colored glasses on, actually. tries to see the best in people for the most part – there's something to be said for how he picks and choses who he trusts, and how most people make that list. has a terrible vibe reader and is known for befriending the wrong people for the wrong reasons, who usually lead him astray. 

unreliable narrator, known liar – particularly to his family about his whereabouts (they know this and are exasperated). often goes out without telling people where he went, and doesn't bother to bring his phone. parties, hikes, the store, more parties. there's never a place he's been at less than once, and usually has his favorites stacked out during their least busy peak times. 

never has once thought before he spoke, and this usually ends with people being completely enamored with his off putting charm and weird nature or utterly pissed at him. the latter is more constant, but it's always a nice surprise with the former. 

he means well. but he just can't shut up, and can't quite get his words right. diagnosed with adhd at age 10, and has been a motormouth since even before that. the stick to a gunfight kind of guy – doesn't watch what he says, but pays the prices for when he says the wrong thing. treads lightly and isn't great at offering comfort, but he can get a laugh or two. 

swears like a sailor, and is a bad influence on children. do not ask him to babysit and i mean it. innuendos abound, and frankly, he likes seeing people get all red and flustered. it's funny.

currently trying to find his … thing. the thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. there's insecurity, there, seeing his friends on facebook go off and get degrees and do what they've set their minds to since they were kids. kiernan? he's just .. here. it's a sour spot, something he negates to talk about, even with his twin. the subject is brushed off and pushed under the mental rug never to be dusted off again. 

has  a  dog  named  rodeo  who  is  his  actual  baby.

FAMILY MEMBERS.     i am absolutelyyyyyyyyyyyy chompin at the bit for his family members! his older father ( 40+ ) but i'd also love cousins, aunts, uncles, that weird old friend from high school who is so much older than him anyway it's like an uncle but not really. you know the type. second cousins thrice removed, that one person who dated his eldest sister then they broke up but kiernan still plays monopoly go with after like 3 years for some reason and they found their way to kismet too.

UNLIKELY FRIENDS.     this person & kiernan are .. well, not supposed to be friends. but either kiernan charmed his way ( or pissed them off so bad that kiernan found it so funny and keeps coming back now they're stuck with this kid — ) or there was a cosmic fight in fate, because now they're attached at the hip. 

PARENTAL FIGURE.     despite his family, it takes a village to raise a kiernan and they all know it. this person is someone he holds in high regard and often goes to them for advice, almost like a parent who can't ( really ) scold him for bad decisions. his emergency contact for when his own siblings can't answer. 

INFLUENCES.     good? bad? stable? chaotic? people who take him under their wing for the right or wrong reasons. 

PEOPLE FROM THE LOCAL HOSPITAL.    kiernan does still often visit the hospital due to the nature of his concussion symptoms, so they could've met there. bonus if they're like this kid is a literal mess.

OTHERS I CAN THINK OF BUT NEED FLESHING OUT. exes. ex friends. neighbors. sibling figures. previous / current teacher / professor. ride or die. someone he met at the dog park. someone who gets him into all of the activities in town. enemies. people he's annoyed to such a point that it's ridiculous. yap buddy.

[troywindsor]

STATS:

Nicknames: T, anything really

Character Age:  40

Occupation: Attorney General of the State of California

Birthday: December 27th

Faceclaim: Theo James

Hometown: Los Angeles, CA

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Character Inspiration: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer), Sebastian Valmont (Cruel Intentions), Elijah Mikaelson (TVD), Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars), Derek Hale (Teen Wolf), Ryan Atwood (The OC)

tldr;

– TROY WINDSOR had always had it all, until he didn’t. He grew up in a family of lawyers, therefore he always felt as if he had his future already planned out for him. It was a surprise to no one when the only child ended up in Law School. What was surprising though was when he married right after graduation. His job was something was great at, but never loved it, his heart laid with his wife and son. Until the night of the accident; where Troy not only lost himself but his family. A hit and run had left the DA at the time all by himself. This was when he realized the power that he could have and how he ended up as the Attorney General just a few years later. Gone were the family nights and soccer practices, turned into late nights of drinking, lust and mornings that started with popping pills for breakfast. A profession that he’d despised became an easy escape, he had so much power and so much and so little to lose that he uses his position to his advantage and often chooses the highest bidder when it comes to the gangs, some would call it being smart, others call it a path to self-destruction.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

biography

TW: drugs, car accident

troy was born and raised in L.A. His father, a lawyer like most of the side of his family and his mother a wannabe actress that never really made it to hollywood, but that seemed quite happy when her firstborn son was born

the windsors went on to have three other kids, as expected, all four of their off-spring studied law. troy was the fourth son.

growing up, troy mostly saw the good things in life. he was a lucky child, that saw real love between his parents despite how dysfunctional their relationship could be. it wasn't until they divorced that things started changing.

his mother left the house, his three siblings following her. troy was in his first year in UCLA, so he stayed on the west coast while the rest of his family moved to NYC.

after many catholic boarding schools, UCLA felt like a breath of fresh air and troy didn't take it for granted. he had fun, and eventually, he found love.

marriage happened right after college, soon after he was working in the DA's office. troy never really loved his job back then, it was more something that he did because it was expected of him. but he was good at it, so good that he began to move up in his department with time.

he was already a district attorney by the time that his son was born and it felt like a blessing; a fairly easy job that allowed him to spend time with his loved ones, he couldn't really ask for more. his family, at one point, had become his entire world.

until one night, five years ago, when they were driving back from a work event and a car ran a red light. it hit them hard enough to turn the car upside down. when troy woke up hours later, he was the sole survivor.

since then, troy has struggled to find a purpose in anything that he does. he couldn't figure out what happened back then and to this day, has yet to find the person behind the wheel. it almost feels like he has gone completely known.

it was this accident that allowed him to see how much power he could hold with his job. what had once been a profession that was instilled in him at a young age, became everything to him. he could hire people to look for answers, and in the process, he could get things from them as well. with money, all the small vices from his college days came back in full force

it's not ambition that drives him these days, but the fact that he has nothing to lose. almost as if breaking the law that he swore to enforce when he became the attorney general is what is keeping him going. still aimless, but at least keeping himself entertained.

random facts

went to a few catholic schools growing up, got expelled out of one and he can't remember why

still wears his wedding ring, but on his right hand

loves spending money, especially on clothes

has a bit of an addiction problem (a bit is putting it mildly)

loves reading and art and will come off as very pretentious (also another thing he spends millions of dollars on probs)

can be very calculating, but is also very easily distracted

possible connections

best friend(s): with everything that's happened in recent years, he comes off as very lonely and he probably is but i do think if he has found the right people, he would undoubtedly care for them and almost consider them family. these people could be new people in his life or even from when he was younger and less broken.

work related: he was an ADA, then a DA so he did the court system for years. so lawyers, detectives, maybe civilians involved in some of the cases that he prosecuted. could be positive or negative connections, very open.

business: when it comes to the gangs, he really doesn't care. his office is open for anyone willing to pay good enough and/or to service him in any way. he keeps his options open and while sometimes probably picks and chooses, the only person that he ultimately is loyal to is no one but himself. that could change, who knows.

ex-party friends, and still party friends: he's been a mess the past five years. his image is very clean to the public eye, but he definitely attends parties, clubs and simply knows how to hide it all to keep his reputation in tact. opportunities are endless, maybe they hate each other because troy is a douche or maybe they have used his lil secret against him, or maybe they're simply just friends that party?

past flings/hook ups/exes: self-explanatory. was married for a long time and then his wife passed away, so anything in the past five years has probably been kind of rocky, lots of ups and downs, and very confusing (at least for him)

first love: this person would have been someone that knew in college or even before. perhaps they dated for a while and it didn't work out or there were feelings there but never actions. they know him from before, and now he's a pretty different person so i think it'd be a fun dynamic to explore

enemies: whatever comes to mind really, could be for a reason, could be personalities don’t match, he's probably crossed a lot of people in his lifetime, actually so go wild on this, etc.

+ anything that comes to mind, could be drug dealers that his supply stocked, work friends, people that he basically drinks with, etc.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

When the Prince of Wales unexpectedly pulled out of attending a memorial service for his godfather King Constantine of Greece last month, there was widespread speculation it was connected to the death of Thomas Kingston, the husband of Lady Gabriella Windsor.

It has now emerged that the unspecified “personal reason” given for his absence from St George’s Chapel in Windsor on Feb 27 was that his wife, the Princess of Wales, had recently received a cancer diagnosis.

Having undergone major abdominal surgery at the London Clinic in January, which was deemed a success, post-operative tests discovered that cancer had been present, contrary to all pre-operative tests – and a statement from Kensington Palace – that had suggested her condition was not cancer.

As the Princess herself said, in a video message updating the nation on her condition, it came as “a huge shock” and she is now in the early stages of preventative chemotherapy treatment.

The news of the Princess’s cancer – which comes on top of the King’s cancer diagnosis in January – comes at a difficult time for the Royal family but also explains much of the mystery that has prompted wild speculation about the Princess’s health in recent weeks, including, perhaps, the now infamous doctored Mothering Sunday picture of her.

The fury in royal circles over the controversy the picture generated is more understandable in the light of what we now know.

The Prince of Wales was trying to protect his wife at a time when she was at her most vulnerable, and together, they were trying to find a way of telling their children about their mother’s medical diagnosis.

The Princess said in her video statement:

“It has taken us time to explain everything to George, Charlotte and Louis in a way that is appropriate for them, and to reassure them that I am going to be OK.”

Whether or not the photograph was altered by the Princess to hide any tell-tale signs of her treatment we may never find out, but what was driving the anger at the international response to the touched-up image of the Princess and her three children now becomes clear.

While internet trolls were speculating that the Princess had faked the picture because she was not well enough to pose for one, or even that she was dead, the couple and their staff were having to bite their tongues, primarily for the sake of Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis.

The fact that the Princess has only released details of her cancer diagnosis on the day her children have broken up from school for Easter is no coincidence.

Royal aides said the couple wanted to be able to tell their children at a time that was right for them and to “understand and process” the news before it became public.

Only after the children had finished school for Easter did they feel that it was “the right time to share this update.”

Aides have made it clear that the decision to go public about the cancer diagnosis and the timing of it had nothing to do with the ongoing speculation about Catherine’s health.

We still do not know what the Princess’s surgery involved.

On January 17, Kensington Palace announced that she had undergone “planned” abdominal surgery the previous day and that it was expected she would remain in hospital for 10-14 days before returning home to continue her recovery.

The statement released at the time said:

“Based on the current medical advice, she is unlikely to return to public duties until after Easter.”

Prince William visited his wife in hospital and postponed his public engagements to be by her side.

The Princess was discharged from the London Clinic on January 29, the same day that the King was discharged after treatment for a benign enlarged prostate.

He too later discovered he had cancer, in his case, unconnected to the prostate issue for which he had been treated.

The Prince of Wales returned to public duties on February 7, attending a dinner in aid of London Air Ambulance, where he thanked the public for their messages of support for his wife.

At that stage, neither he nor the Princess had any idea that cancer had been present at the time of her surgery.

They would only find that out at the end of February, royal aides have said.

It was shortly after the cancer was discovered in post-operative tests that the Princess began her course of chemotherapy.

When Prince William missed King Constantine’s memorial service, just hours before the announcement of the death of Mr Kingston, Kensington Palace said that the Princess “continues to be doing well.”

Two days later, on February 29, the Palace felt the need to make a further statement in response to the online speculation about her health, saying that it would only provide “significant updates” and not a running commentary.

On March 4, she was spotted in the passenger seat of a car driven by Carole Middleton, her mother, near the Princess’s home in Windsor.

It now seems likely that the Princess was making visits to see her cancer specialist during this period.

She was also seen in the back of a car with her husband on the day of the Commonwealth Day service at Westminster Abbey, which he attended but she did not, on March 11.

On March 5, there was what seemed at the time to be a curious incident involving plans for Trooping the Colour in June.

The Army released details on its website of ticketing arrangements, accompanied by a photograph of the Princess who, it said, would be reviewing troops from the Irish Guards on June 8, a week before Trooping itself.

After objections from Kensington Palace, which had not confirmed her appearance at the event, all references to the Princess were removed from the website.

The reason for the Palace’s nervousness over any promises about her public engagements even as far away as June is now clear.

Then came the release on March 10 of the Mothering Sunday photograph, which was withdrawn by picture agencies because of signs it had been digitally manipulated.

As it made headlines around the world, the Princess issued a personal apology for any “confusion” the picture had caused, saying that she would sometimes “experiment with editing” like many amateur photographers.

The photograph itself had been taken by Prince William.

The Princess’s statement did nothing to quell the speculation about her health, and on March 20, the London Clinic announced that it had informed the Information Commissioner of an unauthorised attempt to access Catherine’s medical records.

No date was given for when the alleged security breach happened, but it now seems likely that some staff at the clinic would have been aware that the Princess’s treatment and recovery had not been as straightforward as first thought.

By last weekend, the Princess felt well enough to accompany her husband on a trip to their local farm shop in Windsor, where they were filmed by a member of the public, who passed the footage on to The Sun newspaper.

The Princess was smiling and appeared relaxed, though she appeared to have lost weight.

There were cruel jibes online suggesting she should be back at work if she was well enough to be out shopping.

The video emerged after Kensington Palace had declined to comment on whether the Princess would join the Royal family at the traditional Easter Sunday church service in Windsor, saying a decision had not yet been made.

That guidance has now changed. The Palace now says there are no plans for the Waleses to attend the Easter Matins service in Windsor.

On Wednesday, rumours swept media circles that the BBC had been told to prepare for a big announcement of some sort.

It now turns out that Wednesday was the day a crew from BBC Studios, sworn to total secrecy, was summoned to Windsor to film the Princess making her video message.

Her plea for “time, space and privacy” to recover was the first time she had spoken to the public, albeit indirectly, since attending church at Sandringham on Christmas Day last year.

The Prince will return to work after the couple’s children have returned to school following the Easter holidays.

He will balance supporting his wife and his children and his public duties in the same way that he has been since the start of the year.