#c: fiadh

[omerflorent]

who: @fiadhvance what: during his travels as he deals with the braavosi pirates, omer makes a stop in the riverlands visiting many, including the vances.

"I've brought you something from the Florent libraries. I've finally gotten around to father's secret room and it was brimming with histories. The maesters will do their best to save what they can but some things have been sealed too long. I don't know. I don't understand how book binding works." He remembered one time trying to bind a book and it had gone so poorly that he ripped up some of his works, though he didn't often discuss those things with her. "There are histories of the Reach in this copy, tales of the clover migration from Brightwater to these lands."

Having tea with little Fifi, well she was an adult still, Omer looked at her and was reminded of the child. Perhaps Cedric was right and Omer found himself an old man growing to view the world around him through the lens of old memories and sepia tones.

"The boys are getting older, you have to come see them soon. Arlo is always trying to crawl off and Callum is still crying but he's crying strongly." Omer jested, he worried about his youngest baby but he worried more about his wife, feared the toll this journey would take on her. One of his surviving aunts offering what help she could.

[owenstark]

who: @fiadhvance what: while in the riverlands for their festival owen decides to make more friends where: a game room

The air in the card room was thick with laughter, smoke, and the quiet shuffle of cards as the Yule festivities raged on around him. King Owen Stark, though far from home, found himself enjoying the lively atmosphere of Iona Tully’s festival. The Riverlands were vibrant this time of year—more so than he’d anticipated—and even a king of the North couldn’t help but be swept up in the easy camaraderie of the games.

He sat at a low table surrounded by a mix of noble men and women, his large hands expertly laying down cards as if it were second nature, a small smile tugging at his lips as he exchanged banter with his opponents. Despite his status, Owen knew how to keep things light and casual, never allowing the weight of the crown to overshadow the joy of the moment.

“Not bad for a king,” Owen said with a chuckle, his voice carrying a warmth that was rare for one so accustomed to solemn duty. He glanced at the others gathered around the table, his gaze lingering just a moment longer on Lady Fiadh Vance. “My lady, pick any card. And should she pick the right one, my lord, you will leave with more silver and gold in your purse."

[ronanbrackens]

who: @fiadhvance when and where: both the brackens and the vances attend a grand tournament at riverrun to celebrate the official end of the lyseni conflict. ronan participates in the joust as expected — and to try and impress fiadh.

the feast hall of riverrun was alive with light and sound, the banners of the great houses fluttering in the glow of torches, their sigils painted in rich colours with tints of silver, bronze and gold. ronan bracken moved among the crowd with a knight’s poise, but his heart was hammering louder than the drums echoing in the vaulted chamber. in his ear he could still hear the roaring sound of the crowd, the rush of his beating heart as the sound of his steed's horse thundered beneath him.

sweat lingered beneath his outer gambeson, though it had nothing to do with the day’s joust. no, this was a different battle entirely.

he’d spotted her near the dais, clad in a gown the color of lillypads and clouds, her sunkissed hair catching the firelight. lady fiadh vance, stood like a figure plucked straight from one of her beloved tales, as though she’d wandered into the hall from some enchanted glade. the way she smiled, soft and unguarded, made him feel as though he might crumble entirely - as it always had been able to do, since he were naught but a green boy of summer.

his boots carried him forward before he could second-guess himself, cutting through the chatter and clamor. when he reached her, she turned, her gaze lifting to meet his. for a moment, he could swear the world narrowed to just the two of them; it were hardly unseemly or unfamiliar to see the two speaking to one another, considering their shared communal links and the families histories which seemed to run closely to one another.

“lady fiadh,” he said, his voice as steady as he could manage, the corners of his mouth unable to stop themselves from turning upward. there were others that were dotted around her, and in all his focus, ronan had not even noticed his own sister stood nearby.

“i’ve come to return yer favor.” he held it out to her—a simple ribbon, pale blue, that had been tied to his arm during the joust. it was wrinkled and slightly smudged from the clash, but he offered it like it were the rarest of treasures; only that which he had asked for before the entirety of the realm. “it served me well out there,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips and the embers of fires danced in warm, dark eyes. “reckon it helped me keep my seat, even when omer was determined to knock me off it.” and he had, eventually. he was not going to think about that; ronan bracken had always been a sore loser.

his voice lowered slightly, a strand of dark hair landing over his dark gaze as he looked upon her, the way it always did when it had grown out to this stage. "or should i be thankin' you for givin' it to me?"

[hugovance]

Hugo’s eyes crinkled with a fond smile as he regarded Fiadh, his voice soft yet edged with his customary resolve. “Ah, Fiadh,” he began, his tone warm and measured, “ye always had a way of mixin’ truth with jest. I’ll admit, your words strike true—our legacy isn’t just ours to keep, but a tapestry for all the Riverlands to sing about. Lost causes we may be, but by the gods, we’re the finest of them, even if we’re fools in the eyes of the world.”

He paused, his gaze drifting thoughtfully as if recalling old songs and shared memories. “Harrenhal, with its dark tales and haunted corridors, might yet be less a curse and more a challenge for those bold enough to pry its secrets. And perhaps that mystery will unravel not with force, but with the kind of clever persistence you so excel at. I wouldn’t have it any other way—even if the task leaves us all a touch distracted.”

Hugo’s smile turned wry as he shifted his attention to her final words about the cup. “And about that cup,” he said lightly, a playful glint in his eye, “I daresay no dog should sample such fine brew. If the lazy lump won’t rise to the occasion, then perhaps I should fetch you a replacement. A proper warming drink ought to be savored, not squandered on mutts.”

His tone grew earnest as he drew nearer, his soft accent wrapping each word like a familiar cloak. “Fiadh, our chaos isn’t a flaw—it’s the very spice of our tale. It reminds us that not every story can be neat or sorted, but that’s what makes our legacy all the richer. Let’s embrace it, for in our disarray, we’ve found more truth than in the silence of order.”

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Hugo concluded and rose, “So, my dear sister, let us walk these halls a while longer, share a few more tales, and keep our mischief alive. For what are we but the vibrant, unruly heart of the Riverlands?”

fiadh let out a light laugh in the face of hugo's teasing. "you've always been too kind to me, hughie," she spoke fondly, in reference both to her skill with words and his declaration he would rather be a fool with her. but then, that was nothing new. the two had always been close, and fiadh would freely admit that her brother was the first friend she had ever had, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"worse things indeed," she agreed, her gaze warm as it lingered on him and her tone softer now. "we'll stay lost causes, full of foolish sentiment, and be all the happier for it." she put a gentle hand on his forearm and gave it an affectionate squeeze, though her gaze turned more thoughtful. "a legacy," she echoed, the word seeming suddenly weighty. "i suppose it is, but not just ours, is it? these stories belong to all in the riverlands." it was why she took such care in turning her tales to song - not everyone could read, but anyone could sing and remember, and pass those songs along.

harrenhal was another matter, its name enough to invoke both fear and superstition in those otherwise inclined to share tales. fiadh would be lying if she said the idea of it didn't tug at her nerves, but it was too valuable a place to ignore, especially with the document she was attempting to decode being so linked to it. "maybe it won't be the challenge we think it is," she pointed out, her voice more cheerful than she felt. "maybe he'll be happy to share. i suppose it will depend how much of a nuisance other people are making of themselves, given that there's no lord and enough people who want it."

fiadh waved a dismissive hand, though her expression remained amused, taking hugo's words on her disorganisation with the good nature with which they were intended. "there's a charm to the chaos," she said. "though i'll admit, it could do with a bit of sorting out. that was never my strong suit, though. i get halfway through and end up distracted."

she glanced down at her cup, shaking her head a little. "it's too cold for me now, anyway. i'll give it to the dog when the lazy lump gets up. the sooner those pups come, the better."

[ezrabridgerwrites]

character profiles ;

[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Ten:

Fred Weasley (1 April 1978) GRYFFINDOR m. Fiadh Alexander (4 March 1974) NA (2010): 1. Finley Artha Weasley (16 October 1998) GRYFFINDOR m. Bennett Belby (7 October 1997) SLYTHERIN (2022): a) Mackenzie “Mack” Bennett Belby (1 June 2025) RAVENCLAW b) Brogan Alexander Belby (7 May 2028) SLYTHERIN 2. Felicity Ciara Weasley (16 October 1998) GRYFFINDOR m. Killian McCoy (1994) NA (2020): a) Kyra Finley McCoy (7 May 2022) HUFFLEPUFF b) Keagan Frederick McCoy (1 June 2025) RAVENCLAW 3. Forest Georgina Weasley (7 February 2002) HUFFLEPUFF m. Gabriel Goyle (28 August 1998) RAVENCLAW (2026): a) Briar Fiadh Goyle (2 March 2028) HUFFLEPUFF b) Jasmine Pansy Goyle (7 November 2030) HUFFLEPUFF c) Aurelia Alexandra Goyle (8 December 2033) HUFFLEPUFF 4. Fox Fabian Weasley (9 August 2004) GRYFFINDOR m. Ocean Lofthouse (7 July 2006) GRYFFINDOR (2032): a) Frederick “Freddie” Donal Weasley (9 November 2034) GRYFFINDOR b) Alexander “Alex” Tiernan Weasley (1 October 2037) GRYFFINDOR c) Sean Arthur Weasley (3 September 2039) GRYFFINDOR

Pansy Parkinson (14 February 1980) SLYTHERIN m. Greg Goyle (9 November 1979) SLYTHERIN (1996): 1. Grayson Gregory Goyle (28 September 1997) HUFFLEPUFF m. Mina Black (31 December 1996) GRYFFINDOR (2017):a) Zelena Minerva Goyle (26 December 2019) GRYFFINDOR m. Katerina Baxter (7 March 2015) GRYFFINDOR (2040): i) Erica Goyle-Baxter (2043) GRYFFINDOR ii) Antonia Goyle-Baxter (2043) HUFFLEPUFF b) Ariel Sorcha Goyle (3 April, 2021) HUFFLEPUFF m. Philip Davenport (2017) RAVENCLAW  (2047): i) Siri Davenport (2049) SLYTHERIN ii) Gregory Davenport (2051) RAVENCLAW c) Helia Marguerite Goyle (14 February 2023) RAVENCLAW m. Henry Rawlings (2008) RAVENCLAW (2048): i) Julius Rawlings (2052) RAVENCLAW d) Orion Sirius Goyle (6 September 2025) SLYTHERIN 2. Gabriel Gregory Goyle (28 August 1998) RAVENCLAW m. Forest Weasley (7 February 2002) HUFFLEPUFF (2026): a) Briar Fiadh Goyle (2 March 2028)HUFFLEPUFF b) Jasmine Pansy Goyle (7 November 2030) HUFFLEPUFF c) Aurelia Alexandra Goyle (8 December 2033) HUFFLEPUFF 3. Gavin Gregory Goyle (28 April 2000) GRYFFINDOR m. Kai Tommasi (2001) HUFFLEPUFF (2030)4. Grant Gregory Goyle (28 January 2002) SLYTHERIN5. Giselle Galilea Goyle (30 June 2005) RAVENCLAW m. Ivy Cross (7 June 2002) GRYFFINDOR (2036)

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these.

[hellsitedotcom]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ OC Introduction : Emerald ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

''A contract is only as good as the people signing it'' - Emerald to [REDACTED]

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Rarity : ✦✦✦✦✦ Lore Path : Preservation. Combat Path : Harmony. Combat Type : Wind. Weapon(s) Of Choice : Handgun; contracts.

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— C O M B A T —  Since I still have no idea how the numbers and multipliers in the game work, there ain't any numbers here for now.

✧ Normal Attack 

– Deals Wind DMG to a single enemy equal to a specific amount of the character’s ATK. 

✧ Elemental Skill 

– Upon triggering their Elemental Skill, Emerald applies the ‘’Parol Contract’’ status to an ally of their choice for (3) turns. ‘’Parol Contract’’ increases the ally’s DMG by a set amount, increasing further for every enemy that gets their weakness broken by them.  – ‘’Parol Contract’’ can only be applied to one ally at a time.

✧ Ultimate Skill 

– Upon triggering their Ultimate Skill, Emerald applies the ‘’Bound by Contract’’ status to all allies, signing a contract that guarantees their cooperation for this battle. Under the ‘’Bound by Contract’’ status, increases all allies DMG, and additionally increases their Crit DMG by a set amount for every enemy that gets defeated, up to a max. amount.  – ‘’Bound by Contract’’ lasts for (3) turns & deactivates Emerald’s Elemental Skill for its duration. 

✧ Technique Skill 

– When triggering their Technique Skill, Emerald creates a special dimension around them that binds all enemies that enter the dimension by a contract preventing them from attacking Emerald. Upon entering battle, delays all enemies’ actions for (1) turn.

✧ Passive Talent

– For each enemy that gets their weakness broken by an ally under the ‘’Parol Contract’’ or ‘’Bound by Contract’’ status, gains one ‘’Seal’’. After collecting nine seals, executes a Follow-Up ATK dealing a set amount of Wind DMG to all enemies.

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— L O R E — 

species: human. age: late 20s.

title(s): Emerald Of Contracts. fraction: the IPC's Strategic Investment Department; the Stonehearts.

✧ Appearance

Emerald is a tall, slender woman with dark green eyes (hex, #052011). She has black hair styled in a layered/shaggy bob. 

She is commonly seen wearing rather ‘’business casual’’ attire. Most often, she wears a simple white or black shirt styled with a black or emerald green tailored/formal vest, combined with black pants, a fitting belt and black plateau boots. Additionally, Emerald wears a lot of silver jewelry - mostly rings and necklaces. To top it all off, she wears a long, black trench coat with pockets on the inside, for her to stow away contracts and her pens. Additionally, she wears a black gun holster around her right thigh. Even in private, she dresses the same way, though she will wear her tailored vest less often when she has nowhere special to be.

Her weapon is a simple Desert Eagle pistol in black, with special engravings - mostly related to emeralds - on the pistol’s grip. 

✧ Character Story I

‘’You have to sign here, and here,’’ the girl skipped through the pages until reaching the last, pointing a finger at the bottom of the page, ‘’And here.’’

Giddy from excitement, she watched her father sign his name on the different pages of illegible words she had written the night before, an amused smile on the man’s lips, ‘’You’re a strict one, aren’t you? A real future business manager.’’

‘’Of course! This way, you and Mama won’t forget what all the stuff you promised me,’’ she explained proudly, picking up the signed pages and putting them in a folder she had made herself, ‘’I saw one of Mr. Murphy’s visitors do the same with him, and thought I could try it, too.’’

Her father was quiet for a moment, blinking as if confused before he spoke up, ‘’One of Mr. Murphy’s visitors? As in, Mayor Murphy?’’

‘’Yes,’’ the girl replied, nodding slowly, ‘’Yesterday, when I was playing with Fiadh, we were sneaking around the house after she said that Mr. Murphy got some strange-looking visitors, and Fiadh was curious what they wanted ‘cause he didn’t tell her about them. And then we saw him and one of the visitor’s talk, and the visitor made him sign some papers like these, but I don’t remember what he said to Mr. Murphy.’’

‘’Wait, you snuck around Mayor Murphy's house?’’ 

‘’...Maybe. Can you please sign a paper first to promise that you won’t get mad?’’

‘’No. But that's not the point,’’ her father shook his head, a conflicted expression flitting across his face, ‘’Do you remember what those visitors looked like?''

''Not really. Why?''

''Just a question, don't worry,'' her father reassured, getting up from the table they had been sitting at, ''Would you excuse me, pebble? I need to speak to your mother, urgently.’’

''Did I say something wrong?''

''No, pebble. I just need to talk to her about Mayor Murphy.''

''But why?''

‘’Because those visitors that you saw at Mr. Murphy’s place,’’ he hesitantly explained, trying to find words that the young girl would understand, ‘’I don’t think they were nice people. I think they wanted Mr. Murphy to give them something, and if they got what they wanted, we might be in trouble.’’

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— V O I C E L I N E S —

✧ First Meeting

Hello, my name is Emerald, a pleasure to meet you. I am here on behalf of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, so please, let us cut to the chase. I am not interested in wasting my time with idle chit-chat.

✧ Greeting

Are you here to discuss another contract with me? You aren't? Well, what else could you possible want then?

✧ Parting

Well, the time I have available to spend on useless chatter is over. If you don't have anything business-related left to say, I will take my leave.

✧ About Self: Work-Life-Balance

I have been told once that I shouldn't bring my work home with me, which I thought was utter nonsense. Working from home has saved me a lot of time. Besides, there isn't much else to do when I'm off the clock, so I might as well work on reducing the pile of assignments I have to finish.

✧ About Self: Contracts

Contracts are a quite convenient thing. I first heard of them when I was a young child. My father had to explain their details to me, of course, but after that, I used ''contracts'' for almost everything I could think of. If only discovering them hadn't led to such...tragedy.

✧ About Diamond

He's the Head of the Strategic Investment Department, and the person that ended up recruiting me and blessing me with a Cornerstone. He gave me my new name, and new identity. I...respect him, I suppose.

✧ About Jade

Let's just say that I'd rather work with everyone else but her, though that would imply that I enjoy working with the other department members, which I do not.

✧ About Topaz

There's no denying that she's quite talented, being blessed with a Cornerstone at such a young age. I have yet to interact with her beyond the simple ''Good Morning'' and the idle small talk, though it certainly isn't a desire of mine to befriend my colleagues.

✧ About Aventurine

Unfortunately, I will be working with him during my assignment within the Arcadia system. A shame, really, since I was hoping I could avoid him a little longer, but for some reason, the IPC deemed it necessary to send more than one representative on this mission.

✧ Added to a Team with Jade

Lady Bonajade, a pleasure to work with you again.

✧ Added to a Team with Topaz

I trust you can handle this, Mrs Topaz?

✧ Added to a Team with Aventurine

It would be much appreciated if you didn't inconvenience me, Mr. Aventurine.

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[rememberences]

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he heard her before he truly saw her as she switched her positon on the court. not just the words, but the way they were thrown—casual, confident, but sharp beneath the surface, like a dart hidden in a fan’s flick, all masked in some form of a song. it made his brows furrow for a moment, wondering what strange nonsense warped riverlander he had found himself competing against in this tournament. her voice didn’t carry the tone of someone simply playing to pass the time. there was something flintier in it, something crafted. she wasn’t here for the sport, not truly. and gods, she had moved fast. too fast.

when he’d served low, he hadn’t expected her to reach it, much less strike it back with such precision. most lords he’d faced today had bumbled at that serve like they were chasing hens with gloves on.

but her? she’d turned her whole frame, legs steady beneath that cinched skirt, and caught the return like she’d known it was coming from the moment he wound his arm back. he narrowed his eyes, shifting his grip on the racket, watching the bounce of the ball as it spun back toward him. the shot wasn’t vicious—easy enough to recover—but it gave him pause. she didn’t look like the sort who should move so lightly. not in that borrowed belt and bunched skirt, sun-pink skin shining at the neck like she’d wrestled the sun itself and lost by half a breath. yet she’d danced across the stone with the force of someone used to striking.

there was no doubt about it. not a lady idling through an afternoon match. she had the spirit of a soldier in her bones, even if her voice lilted like a songbird’s. he caught the return with a calm, fluid sweep, less brutal than his last serve, more controlled, as though testing rather than punishing. he needed a second to think. he needed to ensure he did not send a ball straight into the face of this woman, regardless of how strange she was; it would be unbecoming of him, and the last thing he wanted to deal with was the sight of her running nose with crimson and trying to understand her hysteria through the thickness of her accent.

it picked at his mind, because there was something else now, tugging at him like a burr caught in the cuff of his thoughts. that face. her face. he knew it.

"i'm not tired, my lady" he answered, letting the ball fall with a dull thud against the stone as he caught it again with the edge of his boot, bouncing it once. “you don’t play like a lady of the court,” he said at last, stepping forward, catching the ball in his palm and weighing it. “and you’ve not got the carriage of a knight’s daughter either. you don’t flinch when the ball’s high, and you’ve no fear of running, which tells me you’ve done more chasing in life than you’ve let folk chase you.” he tilted his head, eyes narrowing further. “but i know that face. who exactly are you girl, and why do you seem to be aiming for my face rather than my racket?" he asked, his tone blunt, as inherently dismissive and judgmental as he always was.

he let the ball fall again, racket poised, expression unreadable but far from careless. “still,” he called, “let’s see what you’ve got left in you. unless you’d like to forfeit instead. racket up!”

fiadh had been watching from the edges of the court for the last few rounds, watching as the impromptu tournament grew all the more competitive. she'd wandered here out of curiosity, and yet, a reachman had pressed a racket into her hand, and she had found herself on the court. she'd never played this particular game before, but she was fond of camogie, a clover game that involved a stick and a ball and running around a court for an extended period of time, and the ability to know where the ball was going to land and whack it hard enough to get it back across the court was evidently transferable. and so she'd borrowed a belt, used it to cinch her skirts so she could freely move her feet, and joined the match, not caring for the sweat on her brow or the fact the sun had turned her skin a light shade of strawberry pink.

she might not have gotten involved at all, had it not been for the man standing opposite the court. graham royce called across the net, reminding fiadh that she was not playing to win. she wasn't normally one to hold a grudge - forgiving to a fault, those who had wronged her personally granted understanding, even when they did not deserve it. here was the exception. she would never have forgiveness in her heart for graham royce after what he did to keira, gutting her heart and walking away with nothing more than the dust on his boots.

"i wasn't aiming where you'd been," she said, taking a moment to push her damp curls from her face. "i was aiming where i wanted you to be." there was no smile to match it, the normal twinkle in her eye replaced with a cold sort of fire. it was a lie. she was aiming there, not because she wanted him to return it over the net, but because she wanted the pleasure of seeing it bounce off the dome of his head. it was unlike her to wish hurt on another, but gods help her, she wished it anyway. she wished for the sound it would make as it smacked him in the face and the resulting lump it would leave behind - no blood, something she could claim she didn't mean, because she would never dream of causing harm to the king consort of the vale, but a good, honest, tender bruise all the same, something keira would hear about and they'd laugh together over back in the riverlands.

she wondered if he knew what she was thinking, as he sent a vicious serve her way that she had to sprint to even attempt to hit back. it was a surprise even to fiadh when she caught the ball on the racket, sending it back to him. it would be an easy shot for him to return, but it bought her enough time to get her balance back. had she been playing with hugo, or near enough any other man, there'd be a laugh on her lips right now, but she remained silent, save for her own breath.

"you're looking a little tired, your grace," she called, in that sing-song way she did. "would you like to pause for some water? or perhaps you'd like to give up for the day." he was good at that, she thought, silently. the rest of the world may be content to forget how he had given up on keira florent, and it were not her place to make them remember, but the words were said for her all the same.

[ninjacat1515]

My Minecraft AU Info for Illagers

Ravagers are not just beasts of war, they're also raised for meat. Illagers domesticated them from a massive ancestor, and a few still exist today.

Moose, bears, sea monsters, and even dragons are on the grocery lists of Illagers. One, because larger prey means more meat for the tribe, and two, hunting dangerous animals is seen as more brave and a sign of toughness.

Old Illagers that are cast out from their homes due to breaking rules or failing health, often become "man eaters." Humans, while most are armed with weapons, are considerably less risky to target than a 3,500lb tank with massive horns and tusks.

In the case of Matias and his tribe, they've always had a taste for human.

Illagers do grow starchy tubers like potatoes and others, along with nutrient dense dark leafy greens. Getting the most calories out of their gardens is the goal, as when much of your life centers around roaming, magic, or battle you need the right food to fuel you.

They do not need to consume vitamin C as their bodies naturally make it. Their ability to taste sweets is a bit less acute than a human's so their baked goods tend to be spice or savory heavy. They can still enjoy pastries and cakes, but their cravings fall into the salty or savory category more often.

Illager vision is best adapted for lower light conditions, which is why their homes are not as brightly lit. Noses are VERY keen and they can track animals or people from a few miles away. Hearing is stronger but not leagues more.

Skin and bones are denser, and given illagers larger stature they tend to struggle with climbing trees in the freestyle way humans are infamously known for. But they can learn and also use their claws to get into the bark. With varying degrees of success.

Their culture revolves around power and strength, and a sense of entitlement. They're bigger and tougher than humans and Villagers so why not take their Loot and food? Public displays of affection tend to be discouraged and most illagers save such activities for when they're alone together. But some like Matias and Fiadh, do not follow that unspoken rule.

Showing vulnerability is highly looked down on in most tribes. Crying and letting others know you're in agony is a big no. Not only makes one seem weak but letting an enemy like a human know you're really hurting is bad news.

But when it comes to celebrations they party just as hard as humans. Birthdays are generally not a thing after a child grows up. When many are not guaranteed to return from scouting, patrolling, or fighting, birthdays become less important. Illagers tend to live in the moment more than humans as a result, worrying less about their future and focusing on the now.

[1askthescrappedtoons]

hey guys!!! im gona bite u

Vixten:*hides behind her sister scared* "Please don't"

Fiadh:

"Y O U B E T T E R W A T C H Y O U R S E L F A N O N"

"Y O U B E T T E R W I S H Y O U R F A S T E R T H A N M E"

Vixten:*sweatdrops*"Sis don't-"

Fiadh: "Fiadh yes"

[forgotteneilionora]

Name Meanings

A

aine (irish) -- radiance, brilliance, the name of the ancient goddess of love, fertility

aisling (irish) -- dream, vision

alaric (anglicized gothic) -- ruler of all

aleksander (polish/slovene/estonian/norwegian/danish) baltic form of alexander: defender of man

alistair (anglicized scottish) -- scottish gaelic form of alexander, meaning defender of man

amira (arabic or hebrew) -- commander/princess or treetop

aoife (irish) -- beauty

aria (persian or english) -- noble or song/melody

arthur (welsh or latin) -- bear king or honorable/respectful

B

bartholomew (anglicized greek-ized aramaic) -- son of talmai (talmai: furrowed)

brigit (irish) -- exalted one, the name of the ancient goddess of fire, poetry, wisdom

C

caoimhe (irish) -- dear, beloved, gentle

cassandra (anglicized greek) -- excelling/shining one

cassimir (anglicized slavic) -- to destroy peace/world

cecily (anglicized latin) -- blind

ciara (irish) -- black lady

cillian (irish) -- old church

cormac (irish) -- chariot/wagon defilement/corrupton son

D

domhnall (irish) -- form of donald: ruler of the world

E

eabha (irish-ized hebrew) -- irish form of eve: to breathe, to live

edmund (english) -- rich protector/protection

eilionora (anglicised irish + old french) hybridization of eileen + alienor. eileen, irishized greek helen: torch/corposant, moon; old french occitan meaning 'the other aenor' aenor is of unknown meaning

eithne (irish) -- kernel/grain, fire

eoin (irish-ized hebrew) irish form of john: yahweh is gracious

F

fiadh (irish) -- little deer, deer, wild, wild creature, respect

finnegan (irish) -- from a dimunitive of fionn: white, blessed

fiona (irish) -- white, blessed lady

G

garbhan (irish) -- little rough one

godfrey (anglicized old german) -- peace of god

guinevere (french-ized welsh) -- white phantom

I

isolda (latinized welsh or germanic) -- ice battle

K

kale (irish) -- affectionate, calm, fair, ocean, pure, sea, slender, tide; black

L

laoise (irish) -- possibly derived from the roots in lugh: brightness, dark, oath; possibly irish-ized form of latin lucia: light or of ludgwig: famous in battle

M

marian (anglicized latinized greek-ized egyptian) -- dimunutive of mary: (little) sea of bitterness, rebelliousness, wished for child, beloved, star of the sea

P

padraig (irish) -- irish form of the latin patricius: nobleman

percival (anglicized welsh or french) -- hard spears or pierce the valley

R

rian (irish) -- little king

roderick (germanized visigothic) -- famous ruler

roisin (irish) -- little rose, irish form of (little) rose: famous kind, the flower

ronan (irish) -- little seal

S

saoirse (irish) -- freedom

sebastian (latinized greek) -- venerable, august, exalted, to increase

sonya (russian-ized greek) -- russian form of sophia: wisdom/knowledge

sorcha (irish) -- radiant, bright

T

tristan (french-ized scottish/pictish) -- child of tears, noise/tumult

V

valentina (russian-ized latin) -- strong, vigorous, healthy

[fantasycorrupted-a]

@sirsharp​ liked for a starter!

Oh, a new face. Fiadh breathed in, feeling blood rush through her veins again. The notion that she had fallen asleep was like a cocoon, like a blanket, tight and warm around her. How long had it been since she had first sat down there - a few hours? A whole day? A few days? Time as if flowed differently here somehow. Perhaps because she was so sleepy she could barely see.

“Howya. Haven’t seen you around here.” She wasn’t making it so, but with how coarse her voice was, it had a tinge of hostility in it. Quite befitting how she had a penchant for getting herself in trouble. Who knows where this guy’s from, Fiadh wondered, curious as always. It was only a matter of time until her curiosity got its answer.

[creativepawsworld]

Chances Part 4

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Original Character

Summary = Final Part

Warnings = Fluff, lots and lots of fluff

Word Count = 681

“What if I hadn't asked for your name? And time hadn't stopped when you said it to me? Of all of the plans that I could've made Of all of the nights that I couldn't sleep”

Turning my head at the sound of the singing, my eyes fluttered opened to see Cillian standing just beside my bed singing to our little bundle of joy that arrived in the world four weeks early. It was surreal one minute I was in Cillian’s parents, the next I was in an operating theatre getting yet another C section to Welcome our Baby Girl to the World.

“What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? In a crowded room, what are the odds? What's a guy like me doing in a place like this? Getting close to you, but here we are…”

Listening to the words Cillian was singing to our little girl I couldn’t help but smile, the familiarity of the words playing in my mind but not sinking in as to why I knew them. Cillian had yet to notice I was awake and there was no way I was going to interrupt  what was probably the most beautiful scene in front of me.

“What are the chances that we'd end up dancing? Like two in a million, like once in a life I could have found you, put my arms around you Like two in a million, like once in a life What are the chances?”

I felt tears prick in my mind as I was reminded of our night together eight months prior. One of the happiest times of my life, dancing with a tall, dark haired stranger with the most amazing eyes. Feeling the freest I had ever felt, there was no judgement, there was just me, just Cillian, together.

“Is it love? Is it fate? Who am I? Who's to say? Don't know exactly what it means Is it love? Is it fate? Where it leads, who can say? Maybe you and I were meant to be”

At that moment, Cillian happened to look in my direction, immediately seeing my eyes open. The smile never leaving his face as he continued to sing to our daughter who was settled quite happily in his arms. Reaching a hand up I wiped away a stray tear that had fallen from my eye as Cillian came closer to me, holding our baby girl so we could both see her sleeping face.

“What are the chances that we'd end up dancing? Two in a million, once in a life That I could have found you Put my arms around you (my arms around you) Two in a million, like once in a life, yeah What are the chances? Two in a million, once in a life What are the chances? Two in a million, once in a life

What if I'd never run into you? And what if you'd never smiled at me?”

“Where did you learn that song?” I asked quietly as he finished placing a small kiss on our little girls head, placing her back in the plastic cot the hospital provides after a baby is born. Walking back over to me, Cillian didn’t say anything as he leaned forward placing his forehead against mine, capturing my lips in the softest, yet most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my life.

“Dermott” Cillian breathed as he parted from my lips, his head still remaining on mine, just staring into my eyes. “He says it's our song, because it describes how we met perfectly”

“It does” I nodded placing my head behind his head pulling him closer to me, placing my lips against his once more.

“I love you Paige” Cillian whispered against my lips

“I love you too Cillian” I nodded against him, enjoying the closeness we were sharing before his family came bounding through the door looking for a look at their newest addition.

Once Aoife Fiadh Murphy was born, there was simply no denying her parentage. She was the double of her father with the same stunning blue eyes.  

[zenaquaria]

Completed Commission~Color Sketch (2 OCs)

Finally getting to my pre-Vamptober comm backlog! Scarred mama vampire Fiadh and her teething toothy foal Sylvania, belonging to “Dusty” Hard Cider on Discord. It’s a good thing Mama has wooden prosthetics; trueborn baby vamps have sharp lil teefs!

Thanks for commissioning! c:

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[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Six:

Pansy Parkinson (14 February 1980) SLYTHERIN m. Greg Goyle (9 November 1979) SLYTHERIN (1996): 1. Grayson Gregory Goyle (28 September 1997) HUFFLEPUFF m. Mina Black (31 December 1996) GRYFFINDOR (2017): a) Zelena Minerva Goyle (26 December 2019) GRYFFINDOR m. Katerina Baxter (7 March 2015) GRYFFINDOR (2040): i) Erica Goyle-Baxter (2043) GRYFFINDOR ii) Antonia Goyle-Baxter (2043) HUFFLEPUFF b) Ariel Sorcha Goyle (3 April, 2021) HUFFLEPUFF m. Philip Davenport (2017) RAVENCLAW  (2047): i) Siri Davenport (2049) SLYTHERIN ii) Gregory Davenport (2051) RAVENCLAW c) Helia Marguerite Goyle (14 February 2023) RAVENCLAW m. Henry Rawlings (2008) RAVENCLAW (2048): i) Julius Rawlings (2052) RAVENCLAW d) Orion Sirius Goyle (6 September 2025) SLYTHERIN 2. Gabriel Gregory Goyle (28 August 1998) RAVENCLAW m. Forest Weasley (7 February 2002) HUFFLEPUFF (2026): a) Briar Fiadh Goyle (2 March 2028)HUFFLEPUFF b) Jasmine Pansy Goyle (7 November 2030) HUFFLEPUFF c) Aurelia Alexandra Goyle (8 December 2033) HUFFLEPUFF 3. Gavin Gregory Goyle (28 April 2000) GRYFFINDOR m. Kai Tommasi (2001) HUFFLEPUFF (2030): 4. Grant Gregory Goyle (28 January 2002) SLYTHERIN 5. Giselle Galilea Goyle (30 June 2005) RAVENCLAW m. Ivy Cross (7 June 2002) GRYFFINDOR (2036)

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these!

[briannabrackens]

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brianna raised an eyebrow, giving fiadh a pointed look. "oh, you're right, love, he does know more than i think," she said, her grin widening with mischief. "poor clover would probably trip over his own feet if he had to court someone properly. if it’s anything like his idea of a 'romantic gesture,' well, i hope that dog doesn't take his lessons too seriously!" she let out a laugh, shaking her head. "i’m tellin’ you, fiadh, one of these days, clover will figure it out—he’s a slow learner, but i have faith. then we'll get 'em properly married, by a septon, to ensure the little pups ain't no bastards."

she moved to put her feet up on the chair opposite her, though her legs were too short for how far the chair was - she let out a slight groan, attempting to bring the chair closer to her. no doubt comical to look at, she eventually gave up, half cursing her short legs and sat upright in the chair instead. "aye, ronan'll take one. it'll be nice to have a puppy in da house. erm...few people could take some. you can ask omer, lord mooton told me he loves a good hound so i'll ask him. maybe i'll set one on emira mallister, chase her down the halls of riverrun."

she was ready to speak about emira mallister pretending to be her when talking to garrick cargyll when she heard the concept of the marriage. brianna's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression shifting from amused to genuinely shocked. "a bracken-blackwood union?" she echoed, her voice rising in incredulity. "oh seven fuckin' hells, yer an angel for stopping that. they must be out of their mind if they think i'd ever let ben blackwood lift me skirts, or allow me brother to marry some ugly blackwood and make me nephews and nieces all disfigured." she sat up straighter, clearly irritated by the mere suggestion, her hands planted firmly on her hips as her curls bounced with the movement.

brianna leaned forward eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "oh, now you’ve got my attention," she said, grinning wide as fiadh handed her the sheet of paper. she scanned the lyrics with interest, her lips pressing together as she read, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "well, well, look at you," she teased, her tone light and playful. "this is a fine piece of work, fiadh. i'll sing it along wit ya from the crowds, just be hearin' out for the sound of death."

"my fault," fiadh pressed a hand to her chest, a gasp of faux-outrage stamped on her face. "the fault lies with that dog of yours. he's the one that did this to her. she won't lay the blame on me if she knows what's good for her. i'm the one who feeds her, after all." she winced a little, realising the weight of molly's newfound bulk had rendered her legs numb. "help me shift her off me, bri, i've lost all feeling in my thighs."

once molly was settled to the side of her, rather than on her lap, she returned her attention to the conversation. "i think he knows a bit more about it than you think he does," her expression was deadpan, clearly not taking brianna's defence of clover all that seriously. "if he's got you fooled, clearly he's got a bit more about him than you thought."

there was no way of knowing how many pups grew in molly's stomach, but she'd hazard a guess at a fair few. not even born yet, and already fiadh was worried about what to do with them. "we know enough people between the two of us. should be simple enough to give them away. maybe your brother will take one, or mine will."

fiadh's eyes rolled. on the topic of hugo vance, she would not budge. "my hugo is plenty fun. you just need to catch him away from riverrun. you know we used to go on loads of adventures, exploring and camping and all of that. he just doesn't have the time for it as often anymore."

a pleased grin crossed her face. fiadh was not an arrogant woman, but she'd be lying if she said brianna's compliment didn't send a little rush of pride through her. "been working on something, actually," she leaned to the right, stretching her hand to pick up a single sheet from a bundle of papers that were a little out of reach. it took longer than it should have, but it hadn't seemed to occur to her that it would be quicker to move towards the pile rather than craning to reach it, and once retrieved, she handed it to brianna to read the lyrics on the page. "if hugo has his way, i'll be singing it at a bracken-blackwood union. oh, don't worry," she added hurriedly. "he was only joking. i think."