#an eldest daughter becoming her father etc. etc.

[kuroshika]

we are her fathers now, will. [01×01, 01×03, 02×13, 03×13]

[daemonsdivorcerock]

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW || d.targaryen

IN WHICH: king viserys targaryen’s eldest daughter had a reputation for being a shrew and rejects every suitor before her, until her uncle daemon becomes a widower and decides to take an offer on his niece’s hand.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen

AUTHOR’S NOTES: the reader is described as having silver valyrian hair (if you do not wish to have silver hair in the fic feel read to change it). Also this text means high Valyrian.

WARNINGS: incest (uncle/niece) mention of daemon’s divorce rock, spousal murder, arranged marriage, targaryen incest, totally not inspired by shakespeare’s taming of the shrew, angst, allusions to sex, loss of virginity etc

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VISERYS I DIDN’T EXPECT TO BEGIN A MEETING FOR THE SMALL COUNCIL WITH AN INTERRUPTION. A young son of Lord Blackwood entered the chambers of the Small Council, unannounced, practically in hysterics, clutching his red-marked, throbbing cheek.

Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, furrowed his brows. “Ser Cyrus,” Viserys spoke, eyeing the boy’s streaming tears, “Whatever is wrong?”.

“She-She is a nightmare in the flesh!” Cyrus Blackwood snapped, “She called me a cunt and threw her shoe at me! I will not wed her!”

Cyrus stormed out of the Small Council’s chambers, muttering a string of curses beneath his breath. Awkwardly, Viserys coughed. “This meeting is adjourned. I will make my way to the Princess (Name)’s chambers,”.

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The doors to (Name)’s chambers flew open, revealing an anger-stricken Viserys. Plainly, his eldest daughter sat, nose in a book. “Do you take pride in making this House look like fools?!” Viserys hissed, as the guards closed the door behind him.

“Whatever do you mean, Father?” (Name) spoke, barely looking him in the eyes, “Is this about that child you sent in with an offer for my hand, trying to barter me off the highest bidder already? Took you long enough…”.

Viserys scowled at his eldest. “You’re just like him,” Viserys scoffed, making (Name) look up at him, “Daemon. You’re thick as thieves with him. The both of you, like plagues sent to destroy me,”.

(Name) scoffed, eyes returning to her book. “Of course,” she sarcastically spat, “As if my whole existence suddenly depends on pestering you. Believe me, I have better things to do,”.

“Such as?” Viserys snapped, sitting down besides his daughter on the sofa in front of the fireplace, “Denying the…fourth proposal from a noble family? Lord Blackwood’s son was half-traumatised! You threw your shoe at him-“.

“He deserved it. He said I was merely a broodmare,” (Name) clarified, eyes scanning the inked words on the parchment pages, “Actually, this is only the third proposal for my hand in marriage. Why in the Seven Hells are you even here? Shouldn’t you be doing something like…I do not know, declaring me illegitimate to the line of succession in place of my younger sister? Marrying a girl Rhaenyra’s age of five and ten when it disgusts you to marry a girl of two and ten?”.

Viserys coughed into his handkerchief. “Why do you insist on doing this to yourself?” Viserys pondered aloud, catching his daughter’s attention, “Jaehaerys would’ve disinherited you, (Name)-“.

She slammed the book shut, standing up. “Well, it’s a bloody good thing I’m not one of Jaehaerys’ daughters. I might as well be Viserra reborn. Why do you insist on marrying me off to any man who wants my Valyrian blood for their children?”.

Viserys, once again, sighed in annoyance. “It is not like that, (Name),” Viserys spoke, “I wish that you would choose a husband from the many men who have put their hand forward to wed you?”.

“You know who I wish to wed,” (Name) spoke bitterly, sliding the book back onto her bookcase, “You know the one I want,”.

Viserys sighed. “Your uncle, Daemon, is a rogue. And a bad example,” he reminded, “He is already married to the Lady Rhea Royce,”.

(Name) bitterly sighed. “That didn’t stop Aegon the Conqueror from marrying both Rhaenys and Visenya,”.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

“Uncle,”

“Niece,”

The two declared rogues of House Targaryen greeted each other. They stood face-to-face, in the centre of the main hall of the Red Keep. Bustled between dancers of noble origin, both Targaryens stood out like sore thumbs.

“Uncle. We meet again,” (Name) spoke, circling Daemon like a vulture, as he did her, “I was quite distraught upon hearing the news of Lady Rhea’s accident. How untimely. It was almost like somebody sped up her passing,”.

Daemon scoffed, gripping the back of her head, thumb brushing her upper cheekbone. “Watch your words, you little shrew,” Daemon warned, the Valyrian words rolling off his tongue, “We are not the only ones who speak the language of our predecessors,”.

The princess rolled her eyes. “I am quite aware, dearest uncle,” she feigned, pressing a kiss to his palm, “I want them to hear. This wedding is so dreadfully boring. Take me away. Take me to Dragonstone and wed me in the tradition of our house. It is what you wish, is it not?”.

Out of the corner of her eye, (Name) spotted her father’s unhappy glance and Alicent’s judgemental look from the main table. She didn’t care. Their lips were almost touching when the sounds of screaming echoed across the hall.

Ser Criston Cole had beaten the lover of her sister’s betrothed to a pulp. To the death. She heard Laenor’s howling shrieks and sobs of agony and pitied the boy, as he mourned his lover’s death. Rhaenyra and Laenor were married later that evening, in a series of sobs and tears and Viserys collapsing.

A servant rushed in, out of breath, chest heaving and panting heavily. “The Princess- (Name)- Has ran away with Prince Daemon- Pentos-” the servant huffed, before falling to the ground, out of breath.

[ramshackledtrickster]

How you see Connor as a father/husband ?

So sorry for taking so long to get around to this ask (honestly I love this question so much and I wanted to draw like. 5 things for it but time is short on my end unfortunately so I’ll just be wordy about it instead— sorry there’s only two pics !)

As a father:

Ratonhnhaké:ton is trying his absolute best to be the best dad for his children as possible. He’s probably got some paranoia and brief nightmares about winding up like Haytham and becoming neglectful or absent, so he’s motivated to break that chain. Besides, Achilles and Oiá:ner and the rest of his village taught him well.

He looks to other more experienced parents for guidance, absolutely. On the homestead, Prudence and Warren and the whole lumberjack families would be more than happy to provide their own child rearing tips. Additionally, he refers to the more experienced figures in his wife’s village too.

Due to the assassin base being at the Davenport homestead, Ratonhnhaké:ton and his wife probably figured it best to divide their times growing up between the homestead and their mother’s village, getting a taste of the best of both worlds essentially while being convenient for both parents.

Connor and his love interest have two girls and a boy (Eldest son, middle daughter, and littlest daughter Io:nhiòte— all a few years apart). He does his best to give everyone their fair share of attention and treatment, and is good at hiding his own troubles when around them. But he loves nothing more than to spend time with them, and playing with them and making little crafts (some beadwork, husk dolls, wood carvings, doing his kids’ hair, etc etc, anything to keep those hands of his busy and to commemorate and keep his family happy).

He’s extremely patient and willing to listen, though when it comes to offering advice, he’d much rather do it with his wife beside him. He’s very protective of their kids, and very hesitant on if they decide to join the assassins in the future… he’s had nightmares about that prospect.

He takes a cue from Ziio, and keeps a few personalized books for practicing languages. Reading and spelling, both in English and Kanien’kéha. (In my headcanon, Ziio kept both a journal for herself to write in and a separate one for Ratonhnhaké:ton to learn English from, since she believed teaching him this earlier would protect him as they became further entangled with colonists). He follows in his mother’s footsteps of wanting to arm his children with knowledge to protect themselves, physically as well as with language and other street-smarts.

He and his wife greatly encourage clear and thorough (both in English and Kanien’kéha) and conflict resolution through those means. That’s a big rule within this family, to talk things through and nip issues at the bud, and to take responsibility.

When any of his kids are upset or sad, he encourages them to talk about what happened and why they feel this way. When words become too much, he’s more than willing to just hold and hug them while they cry against him. He doesn’t offer too many words, but he reassures that he’d be there for them, no matter what. He’s a very patient and present father, and he’d do anything to be the best father he could to his own children.

Also he lets his kids use him like a jungle gym. They’re climbing and clinging to him so much, and he doesn’t mind at all. He’s always wanted a family, and he couldn’t ask for any better one.

As a husband

Oh my god Ratonhnhaké:ton loves his wife so. So so much. He isn’t much for super gushy verbal affirmations but he lets it be known with how close he is with her physically, oftentimes hugging her and being much more outwardly affectionate.

He is very responsible for his share of the chores and responsibilities at home, for the home and for their family. And he likes to get stuff out of the way early so he can spend more quality time with his partner. Yeah He’s honestly a lot more physically and outwardly affectionate than most people would assume, cherishing every moment he can with her for fear of things cutting off too short due to events or reasons outside of his control. It’s not often someone in his line of work can have peace of mind, so whenever he can, he indulged in that.

His wife, while very much tied to the politics of her own village, has become a matriarchal figure among the assassin recruits due to her ties with Connor. He tries to keep her and the rest of her family safe, which means away from assassin business… which means they do spend some stretches of time apart, especially during more fraught times that would put them at danger. He hates being away from his family more than anything, but that encourages him to make up for lost time wherever he could.

He defers to his wife a LOT. Kids ask him for something they were already told no to, he’ll say “Ask your mother”. He always includes her in conversation and asks her for certain advice. In my hc, Connor marries into her village (same tribe, different clan), and has adapted well to them. Honestly, she’s the one in charge of most resources between em, both at the village and on the homestead (the world and politics of assassins is something she understandably rather would tiptoe around, that being more In Ratonhnhaké:ton’s wheelhouse). In addition, she helps him keep in touch w his culture after the events of ac3 and the move of his own village— which is beyond meaningful to him. The promise of a brighter future both for himself, the people he fights for, and her and their newfound are what drives him.

His wife encourages him to get out some more and interact/be more involved w community stuff. Also he nor the kids can get away with doing smth stupid when it comes to her bc ‘she always knows’. Nothing gets past her, and Ratonhnhaké:ton knows it (based off these little dialogues here from reflections issue 4)

Credit to her design and creation goes to @thou-babbling-brook !! It’s always a delight to draw her

But yeah we have always envisioned her to basically be a really nice compliment to Ratonhnhaké:ton, in design and demeanor and role. Needless to say, he’s a fantastic husband to her.

Sorry for the time it took to answer this, and the length of the post! Hope you enjoy it!

[aegoniiwifey]

Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

[p-seduonym]

Being the Younger Sister of Yandere Albert James Moriarty

Author Note: I still don't know what I'm doing, but here's some headcanons, I guess idk.

You were the youngest child, and only daughter, of Count Moriarty.

In a noble family with two elder sons, your existence was often forgotten.

An elder son would become the heir, while the second son would only be there in case something happens to the eldest son. And the only daughter? Her fate was to inevitably be married off to another noble family.

You would have been neglected, left to the care of disinterested servants.

If it weren’t for your eldest brother.

Albert adores you - innocent, pure, untainted you.

He sees himself as your sole protector against a cruel and uncaring society.

Even against his own family…

You were too young to realize their true nature, so Albert had to watch you hopelessly pine for the love of your family.

It would be impressive, your tenacity, if it wasn’t so pitiful.

You seemed to always trail after them with the most innocent of smiles, despite your father’s dismissal, or your mother’s shrillness, or your second brother’s cruelty.

Albert couldn’t bring himself to dismiss you like the rest of his family, and of course you would grow attached to the only one who showed you a hint of kindness.

He shares many memories with you: your first steps, your first words, etc.

The little time he spends at home is taken up by you, whether it be reading a new story to you or strolling through the garden together.

Albert enjoys the small moments with you, the only one he considers his family. 

However, he does worry about you…

What would your future be? You were protected by your brother now, but what about when you came of age? He knew his father was already looking for some suitors for you from wealthier families.

Would you be subjected to a loveless marriage like many girls before you? As a pawn for your parents?

That’s when he met two brothers…

Albert would never allow you to be involved with his plans.

He promised himself that, as he left the flaming wreckage of the manor, carrying you alongside William and Louis.

It’s somewhat difficult in the beginning; it wasn’t strange why you seemed scared and withdrawn. But many were confused why you didn’t seem to recognize your older brother…

But William assured people, with a seemingly pained smile, that the fire likely had a toll on you mentally. It was hard, he said, but as long as you were safe and healthy…

No one has the heart to question him, a child who has lost everything, or Albert, who easily supported his claim.

You grew up to be a pampered noblewoman.

You live with your brothers in a quaint little manor with a lovely rose garden.

Louis, your third brother, was a quiet yet devoted man. The house was always impeccable under his management. Still, you worried about how hard he worked sometimes.

William, your second brother, was a marvel. Even when he was young he was seemingly blessed with endless knowledge. A true prodigy, he was.

However, you were closest with your oldest brother, Albert.

From a young age, he was there to take care of you. He oversaw your etiquette lessons, brought you along to his charitable work, and showered you with gifts and attention.

But, if you were hard pressed, you would say you weren't fond of his protectiveness.

You had no friends outside your family and staff, and Albert would turn away any potential suitors.

You loved him, but it seemed he was determined to keep you as his precious little sister.

[rouecentric]

May I request gen hc with the agriche family with darling isekai'd from our world so she know roxanna actually is the same situation as her maybe with romantic cassis pedelian?

!!SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL!!

a/n: you absolutely can! Enjoy reading this post! :)

for some reason let's say you were a successful murder mystery/detective writer, so that's why you know a lot about weapons, poison, etc. I'm also aging up cassis and roxana, because ain't no way am i accepting the fact that she's 16 and cassis' 17 at the start.

oh you poor, unfortunate soul. How the hell did you get into this mess of a family?

-Waking up in a baby's body is confusing, and even more when you see Lant Agriche, a fictional character from the manhwa and novel called "How to Protect the Heroine's Older Brother", the father of the main character

-At first, you assumed it was a dream, and just went along with it as if it was a roleplay. But then the next day, you woke up still in the same body, so then you decided to wait until you could do the bare minimum, and wait you did

-after a few excruciating years, you were old enough to walk, talk, and handle yourself at six years old, but, surprisingly enough, you were one of Lant’s eldest children in the family and in the future, oldest daughter of the Black Agriche, and from you getting unexpectedly isekai'd into a manhwa, you were gifted with future vision, meaning you could see into the future whenever you wanted, which was a huge advantage

-So, as a daughter of a wealthy and mighty man, you, as well as your siblings, had a pretty big allowance, but still rather small, indicating that the children should work hard enough and the head might raise your monthly allowance

-And as a successful writer who writes dark things, you decided to buy two lockable diaries and a pen to write down everything you knew and ideas that could benefit you, but your main goal was to just save Ashil from dying and help Roxanna from the shadows before Jeremy remakes the Black Agriche and becomes the next head after Lant gets assasinated

-One of your ideas was rather simple, yet good. Starting a business and investing into other businesses. You decided for the business to start off as a simple store for ladies, full of earrings, rings, necklaces to fans, parasols, gloves and handkerchiefs

-When you proposed the idea to Lant, he was curious to see how the business would go, so he decided to fund your business idea, giving you a building in the capital to sell such things, and when the store opened, it was an instant hit! Noble ladies loved the designs of the things in the store so much, it even started a new trend for the entire year!

-Although your monthly allowance was raised more and you had some of your independant income source, you decided that you should start other projects once every year, as doing just business to benefit the Black Agriche was just not enough to pass by with, deciding to get personal trainers for various kinds of weaponry you used to write about in your books, from various hand-to-hand weapons to long-range weaponry such as daggers, swords, spears, and even gauntlets to bow and arrows, whips and crossbows, of course, you also learned a thing that didn't exist at first, magic

-You, of course, didn't need a tutor to learn about various poisons, because well, you were a professional writer back in your world, having to read about poisons and their side effects, as well as how much you need to give it to the victim and how it kills the victim as well as the antidote of the poisons

-So, with your weaponry training in the mornings, your business management papers being finished right before the clock hits 2 pm, you had rest of the day off, as you finished your classes a year before, as you requested your father to give you more classes for the entire entire two years so you could peacefully take the initiative for future projects without any hindraces like classes

-And when you had rest of the time off, you always either resided in your room, the library, or the gardens, but in every single one of the places you were in, you always met Ashil

right, i almost forgot to explain how you met.

-You met Ashil a year ago, accidentally stumbling upon him in the library. To be honest, he was sweet and sensitive, reminding you of a puppy multiple times, it's rather fun teasing him as he rather easily gets flustered

-He was too soft, but that's alright, you already were ready on risking your ranking and life for him to live, not like he had any other choice but to live now that you're here

-And by befriending Ashil, You were bound to meet one of your step-mothers and half-sister, Sierra Agriche and Roxana Agriche

-For them to be shocked that Ashil befriended another Agriche was shocking, but for it to be the second-highest ranking child and oldest daughter? Sierra was apalled, while Roxana was was neutral about it, but inside, she was excited

-You see, you existing in the manhwa wasn't supposed to happen, and now you created an alternate universe just by getting isekai'd. Your very existence in the manhwa made you materialise into an alternate world of Roxana's, appearing as another side character in the novel, a beloved second-highest ranked child of the Black Agriche and a successful businesswoman who subtly helped Sylvia at the start, but fully broke her out at the end with your gift, future vision, and ultimately became Sylvia's right hand man once she escaped and became the next head of the Pedelians

-In short words, Roxana was your number one fangirl and wholeheartedly supported the plot twist and shipped you with Sylvia

-You easily got along with Sierra's family, as you were easily one of the sanest people in the family, going as far as to call Sierra "mom", she definitely cried while hugging you out of joy

-Unfortunately, you had to do something, not just hang out with Sierra's family, manage the store, and take your lessons, and so you decided to start another project, and this time without Lant's knowledge about it being one. Well, you know about Roxana's future poisonous butterflies, so why not hatch the carnivorous and Hallucinogenic poisonous kinds of beautiful butterflies as a long-term project? You already knew the location of where to get the butterfly eggs, you just need to bring them back into your own poisonous greenhouse and successfully hatch them

-Oh, right! Did I mention that your own independant income is enough for you to get construction workers to build you your own greenhouse?

-And now with a long-term project in motion while having some other things to do every day, you were practically set for the next couple of years! Well, kind of..

-The next year, you had a huge project on your mind, There will be a underrated seamstress that will get famous in the next couple of years for their designs and talent with sewing clothes, and you wanted to collaborate with her for a boutique in the capital, with your father fully funding it again, as the last one became a hit and even expanded into other cities!

-You already had your designs which were blatantly taken from the outfits you saw in other isekai manhwa's, and you didn't regret it one bit, come on! Cayena's, Rezef's and Raffaelo's clothes are amazing!

-And when the boutique was open in the capital, as usual, it became popular, but thankfully, some designs weren't sold as you wanted the most iconic outfits that you stoledesigned. Unfortunately, you were deemed a genius and immensly talented lady by your business partners, which Lant agreed with

-Life was rather swell after that! Well, would be if you would ignore Roxana's abrupt rise in being practically obsessed and worshippy with you, constantly praising for every decision and achievement you made to her mother and brother, but Sierra brushed it away, seeing it as just simple admiration for her older half-sister and even encourages it, unfortunately, Sierra and Ashil would fall head first into the abyss that is called obsession

-And so, a couple of years passed by, and the dear fl was twelve, you as well as Ashil and Sierra celebrated her birthday cheerfully, but this was the year when Ashil gets killed by Dion in front of Sierra and Roxana, leaving the two traumatised, one hiding their PTSD while the other was too weak, never being the same person again

-And as the older half-sister of Ashil, it was your duty to explain and help him prepare as much as possible for his monthly examinations, as you were a year older than him

-Thankfully, your poisonous butterflies hatched without a problem last month, feeding them the corpses of dead staff and the toys your siblings had, sending a few of them to spy on Ashil to keep him safe for as long as possible

-Unfortunately, Ashil failed one of the monthly examinations, maybe Ashil truly was meant to die?

Ashil was truly in a pathetic state for an Agriche, barely standing while desperately trying to block the ongoing attacks that were from Dion, his own blood staining his pale face and staggering from the blood loss, but just before the black-haired boy could do anything to strike a fatal blow to kill the bloodied blond - a swarm of blurred red blobs appeared, frantically speeding to be in front of the blond teenager, before disappearing to show the face of the person who stood in front of Ashil, and the owner of the red butterflies.

There was you, standing in all of your glory, crossing your arms while looking at Dion with an aggravated expression in your dark blue, over the shoulder dress that you talked about to Sierra.

"Now, what is with this fuss all about?" You questioned, staring straight at the dark-haired teenager in frustration as he fumbled to quickly kneel down, not even daring to look back at you.

"Ashil failed the monthly examination, father commanded me to dispose of him." the kneeling boy explained, slightly shaking.

You sighed, shaking your head, "Then report back to him saying that it won't be possible to dispose of him, and tell him that this piece of advice is from me; rather disposing, disown him and give him to me, I do need a personal butler because of father taking a bit too long with assigning me my own staff after the incident, or else he might not be able to benefit from more things in the future," you kneeled in front of him, holding his face to make him look straight at you, red butterflies swarming around the both of you.

"you'll do that for your dearest older sister, right?" you inquired, smiling at his wide-eyed expression, subconciously bringing back the butterflies and standing up, releasing Dion's face from your grasp, watching him run outside from the bedroom, assumingly going back to Lant's office.

you turned back to the others, apathetically staring at the bleeding teenager on the floor.

"You should bring him to the infirmary as soon as possible, he could most likely get an infection if he doesn't go there soon." you recommened, leaving the bedroom yourself to go to your own, as somewhat of a lot of energy was taken from you just by summoning and bringing back the butterflies on command.

-Your first meeting with Dion was actually really long ago, right when he was just a beginner in his classes

-As he was younger than you, you naturally felt pulled towards him, always meeting up with him in either your room or the library, never failing to bring him treats

-Of course, being just nice to him wasn't your entire plan, subtly molding him into how you wanted him to act with you by words of affirmation, indirect orders disguised as simple minor requests, such as bringing you your book you "forgot" and getting you alstroemeria, a flower that meant devotion and friendship that was being raised in the garden

-And from small requests they grew into chores, and from chores into orders, but won't he do it for his dear sister and only genuine friend?

-every single refusal, failure to do it, or just a simple "later" caused you to fake being sad and looking like a kicked puppy, apologising to Dion for having to waste his precious time with such an insignificant task, which he would always desperately ramble apologies out with a wide-eyed and teary expression while hugging you

-When Lant was informed of your actions, advice and fact that you now had carnivorous and hallucigenic butterflies, he was bewildered! Who would've known that you'd go and defy his orders about killing Ashil, raise rare yet dangerous butterflies, and give him a disguised threat turned into advice!

-the feeling of bewilderment soon after changed into pride, of course you were able to do this! You're his oldest daughter and secretly most favored child! so, without any fights or complaints from him, he disowned Ashil and gave him away to you, him becoming less of a personal butler, but more of a doll you'd take care of

-Sierra and Roxana were immensly thankful, with Sierra standing in front of your doorstep waiting for you to let her in, and when you did, she tightly clung to you by your waist as she slid down onto her knees, crying while rambling on "thank you's" for saving Ashil with Roxana standing behind her mother, trying to console her

-Ashil was the most thankful out of the three of them, seeing you as his savior and a godess-like person, made to be worshipped and cared for without any complaints

-When Jeremy and Roxana became rather close, he was always curious of you, hearing a lot from everyone in the house, even from the staff and teachers!

-Roxana was happy to tell him everything about you and how you're like, portraying you as an angel sent from the heavens, blessing this hell-hole of a family with your kindness

-His positive opinion about you strengthened extremely more when he met you for the first time in the gardens, with you in a gazebo lazing around and drinking tea with a biscuit in hand

-Of course, he approached you and kindly introduced himself, making small talk with you about the current trends in society and some rumors that were spread about other families, then he simply asked if the biscuits were tasty, with you just simply feeding him a biscuit without warning, smiling at his starstruck expression

-Yeah, you were definitely an angel sent from heaven

-Your meeting with Maria wasn't much, as you wanted to escort Sierra to the tea party Maria invited her to participate in, knowing full well that Sierra can't handle that well Maria's "doll's"

-Well, Maria was always happy to accept another guest that is close to Sierra, and her step-daughter at that!

-Maria is rather overbearing, but so is Sierra, Roxana and Jeremy, so you were used to people acting like that

-You and Grizelda haven't met that much, but you and her always shared pleasantries and initiated small talk whenever you met, becoming close acquaintances

-Charlotte admires and wants to be just like you, so she would always go to you for advice to see what you would do if you were in her shoes, but whenever someone talks bad about you? They become Charlotte's toy for her to torture

-Fontaine doesn't have much of an opinion on you, as he simply admires your achievements

-fast forward towards when Cassis is kidnapped, you immediately requested father for the Pedelian to become your toy, causing everyone in the room to go quiet while Cassis immediately started staring at you, anticipating the head's answer

-In the past, you never had any pets, not like you even wanted them, the only thing that came extremely close was Ashil, but he was originally meant to be disposed of if it weren't for you stopping Dion, so, Lant agreed, happy to see that you were becoming more like him day after day

-Cassis was cautious from the start, and his anxiety was higher now that you, the oldest daughter of the Agriche family, wanted him as a pet

-He really was suspicious of your instant personal announcement that you would help him getting out of here when you two were alone in his cell, but the fact you kept on bringing him fresh and warm food alongside medicine and changing his bandages from time to time, he eventually fell for you

-And when he realised it? He was stunned and in denial! He wasn't supposed to fall for his family's enemy! But you were just so.. nice and friendly towards him! You complimented and somewhat even babied him almost every day!

-Cassis was now sure he wants to bring you back home with him as his fiance, but you knew that it wouldn't be possible for now, and when he tried to convince you to go with him back to the Pedelian family? You had to remind him of what kind of people your family and you are, telling him everything you've done just to survive, and telling him to "just go, you'll most likely see me again in the future if you hurry up and leave."

-He promises to bring you back and marry him, even if he has to break you or kill everything around him

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-burn, Love-Triangle/Square??, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDI), Romance.

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on). Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Status: Ongoing

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word Count: 3.3k

Chapter One: The Omaticaya _______________________________

~Y/N's POV~

Ever since I could remember I've always felt one with nature. The vast extent of the seas beauty seemed to make me stare in awe and wonder. It was as if the sea was calling out to me.

The waves flow gracefully along sea floor, bustling with life, my eyes taking in every vibrant color the sea had to offer. The sea life swam around me, nudging against me playfully. I smile wide as I catch sight of my Iiu swimming towards me, his eyes warm and inviting.

I gently clutch his face towards mine nuzzling it affectionately. He purred under my touch, amongst all the Iiu, he always came to my aid. We named him Atan; meaning light. We named him due to his very light pattern and white stripes that resembled ice. It looked like rays of light at times.

He was a very wise Iiu, always there for my every need, as if he can sense my call without me doing so. Like that one time Tsireya and I were fooling around near the edge of a high rock cliff, I knew it was high but I didn't know how slippery the rocks would be due to the immense waves that crashed against it regularly.

We were running around when I lost my footing, it was as if Ewya herself sent Atan to my rescue. If it weren't for him I would have definitely meet with all my ancestors at such a young age.

I gently nudge my head upwards as I gracefully swim on his back, I gently hold on as he swims to the surface. I'm finally able to catch my breath.

'What a beautiful day' I wonder looking at my surroundings. I can't seem to get over how far the sea goes, it has no end, nor beginning.

I feel a sudden chill go up my spine, something was off, not in a danger sense but there was something in the air that felt...exciting? New? I couldn't quite figure it out but shrugging it off my eyes wonder off to the sky. A smile crosses my features as I take in the beauty of the heavens.

Ever since I was a child, I always had a unyielding fascination towards the sky, the stars and all that was held within them. The blue hues just radiated beauty and wonder within me. I reminisce to the times I would skip out on my Tsakarem ( Tsahik training) just to climb the biggest rock or hill I could find, all to stare at the sky.

Father didn't approve of my side adventures, I was meant to become the best Tsahik as the middle child, as  the eldest daughter. Make my parents and my people proud. It didn't help that whenever I tried to focus on my duties, all my heart could want is the sky.

What I would do to soar above the clouds, no worry or responsibilities weighing me down. Atan notices my change in demure and chirps to get my attention. Giggling at his attempts to lift up my mood I stroke his head reassuringly.

My ears twitch as they hear something, not to far away. Lifting my head up I look around me, it was like a screech of some sort. I couldn't figure out where it came from. I look into the water, was someone in distress? Did someone need help? The sound had echoed, almost as though if it didn't come from the sea.

As if on cue I hear another screech, closer this time as I make out what seem to be Ikrans, 5 of them, flying towards Awa'atlu. My eyes widen, they had riders! Noticing the reactions from other fellow Metkayina's around me, it dawns on me that they weren't invited. I hear a horn alarming the village of their arrival as they soar right above me, my eyes widen at the beautiful sight.

I turn to my Iiu, I didn't even have to tell him to swim as he quickly swam towards where the Ikran's began to land. From the corner of my eye I spot my younger sister Tsireya motioning me to follow her, I nod as we race towards where they had landed.

As we near the shallows I get off Atan, giving him a silent thank you as I dive under the water before emerging, following my sister.

"Who do you think they are?" Tsireya asks as I move the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. Shrugging at her question I look past her towards the family.

Before I could analyze them I catch someone's stare. He was taller then the other boy that stood next to him, who was also staring at me in wonder. The taller boy had piercing yellow eyes that bore into mine. His black locks fell a little past his broad shoulders. My eyes trailed down to his dark blueish skin, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. It looked ethereal.

Feeling heat radiate from my cheeks I quickly look away as Tsireya giggles at my response. I press against her further hiding my embarrassment. We make our way towards them, my younger sister takes my hand into hers as we weave our way through the crowd.

Just as we make it into the middle I catch Ao'nung and his friend Roxto mocking the family, tugging at the sons tails. I could sense their irritation and feeling of discomfort.

"Do not, Ao'nung, Roxto" Tsireya hisses quietly causing the boys to quiet down.

I stand next to my older brother, elbowing his side softly in warning. He turns to me his hardened gaze softening as I give him an unimpressed glare. They were indeed not invited, outsiders that just arrived unannounced. But that doesn't mean we have to treat them as such.

I glance at the boys they were terrorizing, to my surprise both of which were staring right back at me. The shorter boy catches my stare immediately and smiles slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey" he says in a laid back tone. I have to suppress a giggle as I send him a nod of acknowledgement. Tsireya giggles at his remark trying to cover her giggle with her hand.

I then realize the taller one is still staring my way, I look towards him and offer a small smile to which his eyes widen slightly. He then does an introduction gesture which I repeat back to him. I feel Ao'nung tense up beside me. Clearly he didn't like them. Not one bit, it astounded me how my brother was so different from my sister and I.

I turn away from the boys towards my father who stood tall, seeing my mother beside him scowling at the family I gulp in fear. Mother is a wise and strong Tsahik, but she was also very...scary.

"You will be slow in the water" she says glancing at the family with disgust. I look over to see the father of the family, worry itched into his face. He looked desperate, pleading for a sanctuary. The mother had a child no younger the 7, clutching her leg in fear.

The girl my mother was pestering at the moment looked displeased as mother took her hands to inspect them.

"These children, aren't even true Na'vi!!" she exclaims holding one the girls hand for everyone to see. Gasps and hushed whispers spread throughout the clan. My eyes widening slightly noticing the 5 fingers as the girl retracted her hands.

"Yes we are!" she says looking scared and disappointed. Mother then walks down to the younger boy grabbing his hand as well, raising it high above.

"They have demon blood!!" she says sneering. The boy looks down, I felt a pang of sympathy as their father turns to mother fully. "Look!! Look! I was born from the sky people and now I'm Na'vi. We can adapt" he says looking at the people pleadingly "We will adapt" he adds. I feel my heart clench at the scene. They were outsiders, half breeds amongst them. But in my eyes all I could see was a family, seeking safety.

Mother turns to face off the father as the wife steps forward. "My husband was Toruk Makto, he led the clans to victory against the sky people" she says as the father slightly cringes from this. My eyes widen as my jaw hangs slightly ajar. Toruk Makto?? The Toruk Makto?? I've heard stories about him growing up, I looked up to him. The man that not only saved his clan and caused the sky people to leave but he also rode the legendary Tourk also known as the Great Leonopteryx.

I've always wondered how the mighty beast looked. I look towards the Ikran's, they twitched a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar Na'vi surrounding them. But they stayed situated, 'They are well behaved'. I stare in awe, such beautiful creatures with the gift of flight. I couldn't help but feel deep envy.

"You call this victory? Hiding, amongst strangers??" Mother says her eyes on the wife of Toruk Makto. "It looks like Ewya has turned her back on you, chosen one" she growls hissing back when the wife gets on the defensive. I feel shame wash over me as I watch the events unfold, why are we being so hostile? They need help, if it were turned the other way wouldn't we want to be accepted as well?

I zone out when my father begins talking, trying to settle things down. I look at my feet feeling saddened by the rude welcoming to our guests.

"Y/N" I hear my name being called sternly. I look up with a jolt, hearing some of the Metkayina snicker at my lack of attention. Apparently my father had been calling me for a while. I feel Toruk Mako's family watch me and my body starts heating up due to embarrassment. "Yes father?" I ask taking a small step forward. I feel Tsireya let go of my arm as I do so.

"My middle child, Y/N is future Tsahik of the clan and has great perception. If she deems you fit, I will welcome you with open arms" father states catching me off guard. My eyes widen as I realize the position he's put me in. Mother seems to agree with this as she gestures for me to inspect them.

Its true I had great intuition, heightened senses but to be put on display like this, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. 'Just my luck, I'll make a fool out of myself!' I panic. Taking a deep breath I look forward. Standing taller as I walk towards Toruk Makto and his wife.

'I See You' I gesture as they nod at my presence. I smile at the wife as she analyzes me carefully. Feeling nervous, I turn to the daughter and flash her a kind smile before I bend down to her level. She felt radiant. So much life, so much energy surrounded her I felt myself smile wider.

"Don't worry, you're safe with us" I say softly, she peeks a glance at me. "What's your name?" I ask her tilting my head to get a better view. Feeling braver she steps out from her mother's hold "I'm Tuk!" She says happily as she offers me a small smile. I couldn't help but swoon, she looked adorable. I hope to see her smile more in the future.

I then walk to the eldest daughter , who eyes me wearily. I keep my distance knowing she is on edge. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. I feel something within me flicker as I stare into her eyes. She seemed so familiar, yet so foreign.

"What's your name?" I ask softly to which she quietly replies "Kiri". I nod in approval, thanking her. I finish my round ending up in between the two brothers. Their eyes were on me the entire time I was around their family. I felt their gaze, I just didn't know if it was out of fear, hostility or curiosity. I wish it was the ladder, I wouldn't wish any harm to any Na'vi in need.

"What are your names?" I ask meeting their gazes. I couldn't help but feel shy when our eyes met, especially when the taller one looked at me. 'It feels like he's staring into my soul' I think to myself. I see the older one open his mouth but the younger one beats him to it.

"I'm Lo'ak, this is Neteyam" he says gesturing to the taller one.

"Lo'ak and Neteyam" I say testing out their names. I couldn't help but stare back at Neteyam. He looked at me with such intensity I had to look away.

I leave their side standing next to mother. "I sense nothing out of the ordinary. I believe we should allow them to stay and treat them as our own. They will be taught and respected as though they are our own brothers and sisters" I say clearly, making my opinion known.

I notice many Metkayina's seem unsure of my decision, and some frowned at my declaration. Like Ao'nung.

"If we were in their place, searching for a safe place. Wouldn't we want to be accepted?" I ask, trying to gain sympathy. I feel mother tense beside me. Clearly she didn't like my decision.

"I will be responsible for them"  I say bravely taking everyone by surprise. Toruk Makto and his family stare at me in awe and surprise, while my family looked at me with a frown or a scowl. At least Tsireya seems happy with my decision.

"Daughter, you are going to vouch for them? Do you know what that entails.?" Father says sternly. I stand tall. "Yes father, I'll take full responsibility" I say as he nods, accepting what I had said. I turn away, afraid of my mothers lingering glare on my back. I walk towards my siblings as my father explains the situation to the clan.

"You did great" Tsireya whispers softly squeezing my hand reassuringly. I nervously smile at her. My little cheerleader. Feeling my brothers heated gaze on me I turn to him. "What were you thinking? Are you insane?" Ao'nung says aggressively making me frown, my heartbeat accelerates at his harsh tone.

"We shouldn't turn down anyone who needs help Ao'nung" I say softly meeting his gaze. He looks at my face, thinking things over. He opens his mouth to say something but his ears twitch at my fathers final words. "My eldest son Ao'nung and my daughters Y/N and Tsireya will show you're children the way" at this Ao'nung forgets what we wanted to say to me and turns to father, shocked he grits his teeth.

"But father-" he starts to argue to which father cuts him off. Looking defeated Ao'nung leaves, Roxto following him close behind.

"Come, I'll show you where you'll be staying" Tsireya says cheerfully moving forward, leading Toruk Makto and his wife. I glance at the siblings as they all slowly follow suit. Hearing a shuffle followed by a grunt I turn towards the sound to find the brothers struggling with some baggage.

"Can I help you?" I ask as their heads shoot up. Lo'ak gives me a smile lugging a big bag. "Yes please" Neteyam speaks up for the first time, upon hearing his voice I feel my cheeks heating up again. His voice sounded deep, velvety with a hint of a accent. It sounded so...beautiful.

"Thank you" I say clearing my throat. I grab the bag he handed over to me ignoring the tingling as our hands touch briefly. I turn around following the rest of his family, I gesture for them to follow us.

As we walk along I look back to see them taking everything in. I hold back a grin at their childlike wonder. "Watch you're step, you may fall between the woven holes" I advise looking back at the duo. Neteyam nods back looking at me with an unreadable smile. He opens his mouth to say something when I hear a surprised grunt.

Looking past him I see Lo'ak, one of his feet lodged inside one of the very holes I warned them about. Unable to hold back my laughter I giggle uncontrollably.

'So not ladylike' I scold myself wiping a tear. Neteyam stares at me shocked instead of helping his brother, who also didn't make any movement to get up. I walk over him setting the bag down and grabbing on of his arms to help him up.

I feel his muscles tense up under my touch. As soon as he steadies his footing I clear my throat. "S-sorry" I quickly apologize. Even though he is younger and smaller then Neteyam, he still loomed over me. Making me realize how short I am. I quickly let him go as he flashes me a tiny smile.

"No, its fine! I wasn't looking." He says sheepishly. I nod in understanding as we continue towards the Marui. Their new home. As we enter we see my younger sister talking to their parents. I set the bags down quietly and stand near the door waiting for Tsireya. As she finishes she looks my way walking towards me beaming.

My sister follows me as we begin to exit the hut. "Wait, Y/N was it?" I hear Toruk Makto call for me. My ears twitch at his voice. His voice held authority, just like my fathers. It made me nervous. "Yes sir?" I say automatically, a habit from what call my dad during strict lessons.

My ears twitch at the sound of Tsireya snicking beside me, the children of Toruk Makto doing the same. The wife, whose name I heard was Neytiri giggles at my response. I smile embarrassingly.

"It's ok, you can call me Jake" he says calmly as my tense shoulders relax. I nod as he continues.

"I want to thank you...for what you did back there. Standin' up for my family." He says sincerely. I'm taken aback by his words. The one I admired for being such a mighty warrior was thanking me?! I smile wide. "No worries! It will take awhile but soon enough everyone else will welcome you all as one of our own" I say, my sister nodding vigorously at my words. He smiles at this.

"My sister and I will take our leave. Please settle down, I'll have someone fetch some food in the meantime" I say grabbing my sisters hand. Neytiri and Jake both smile at us as we take our leave. As soon as I step out the hut I take in a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What was that about?" Tsireya asks teasingly as we walk towards our hut. "What do you mean?" I ask out of pure confusion. "The longing eyes from the boys? The friendliness? Being awe-stricken by the father?" She teases. I shake my head at my sisters obvious teasing.

"I don't know what you mean by the longing looks, but you were also just as friendly as I. If not, more then me! And you know how much I admire Toruk Makto. To know he's in our village....I would do anything to ride an ikran" I say dreamily.

Maybe once we get more acquainted I could try and convince one of the children if I could ride a Ikran. "You're so weird" Tsireya says smiling wide at the prospect of new Na'vi. I loved how my sister was so welcoming, unlike most of my family.

Speaking of, I squint towards the hut as we are closer. From this distance I can see my mother pacing around making my stomach drop. Tsireya and I make eyes contact. "This doesn't look good" I whisper as we walk into our Marui.

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Yay! First chapter is done! 

A brief introduction; You may call me anything, I hope ya'll enjoy the story! Comments and likes are appreciated, comment away so I know what I could change/improve on! I'm so obsessed with avatar rn as I'm sure most of you guys are as well. My inner child was so happy with the film! Though my boy was done dirty (RIP Neteyam, my sweet boy!!) I still loved the film. Can’t wait for the 3rd one!!

***Also; in case you haven’t seen my intro. All the characters are AGED-UP. Except Tuk, just please be mindful of that! Thank you☺️***

Please look forward to more in the future!! - Author

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Laws of Eden

The Law of Mothers and Fathers

Mothers

A mother need not share the name of her litter's sire.

A mother must choose a sire from a coalition of opposing prides, to keep the blood clean and refreshed.

A mother may take a mate from a coalition, but their mateship will only be recognized is he joins the pride.

A mother is restricted to a maximum of two litters, barring tragic loss.

Fathers

During the Sleeping Year, toms must leave the Valley to allow their pride enough resources to survive the scarce year.

Toms may choose to remain in the Valley, especially if they are weak in body, mind, or spirit. They must swear to a bond of celibacy in order to do so.

Coalition toms may stay with their home pride with permission of the matrons, often to help their family. They must swear to a bond of celibacy in order to do so.

Coalition toms may also choose to join the pride of their mate.  They do not need to be celibate, but may not return to their pride of birth.

A tom is restricted to a maximum of two litters.

Toms must never speak of the lands that the coalitions travel.

Toms may never enter the nursery.

Toms are forbidden from participating in battle.

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The Law of the Hunt

Prey should be killed quickly, to reduce suffering as much as possible.

Trapping is dishonorable and cruel; prey should not be snared and left in fear for sake of the hunter's ease.

When prey is killed, it must be groomed and cleaned before brought to Holt.

All prey have a piece of themself that must be returned to the earth with proper ceremony.

Signs and songs must be read and studied thoroughly before a hunt.

When prey has sickened enough to lag the herd, it is part of the natural cycle to take that animal's life. Though difficult to separate from their family, the herd becomes all the stronger, and the creature's final act will be to re-join the circle and feed the pride.

A raided nest should be left at half; it is dishonourable to take all.

A carcass found must be treated with caution.

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The Law of War

War can only be declared if two of three matrons, and a worthy chunk of the pride, support it.

A pride cat may never use a blade or weapon on another pride cat.

Murder is for the lawless. A beat opponent is more important than a dead opponent. Murderers can be tried in court during a Trading.

Battle may be conducted under certain circumstances: When another pride is caught stealing prey, herb, or stone from a holt or marked territory; under insult from another pride; when battle is initiated by another party; and unexplained trespass into marked territory (territory that is close enough to a pride's holt that signs of that pride can be seen).

When patrols meet to collect from the same resource on open territory, battle may commence if the resource is scarce/cannot be shared/etc.

All war must cease on the Close-eyes, when the Moons enforce peace and Tradings occur.

Marked Territory is territory where a pride's presence can be felt, with indicators ranging from colourful ties to scent markings to claw strikes on trunks to painted walls.

Open Territory is where pride ranges overlap. While the prides don't go out of their way to mingle, shifting ranges and need for resources can cause conflict.

No matter how bitterly war may rage, a pride may never be fully driven from their territory.

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The Law of Matrons

A tom cannot be a matron.

In order to fulfill the responsibilities of a Matron, a molly must have at least one litter raised to 'paws.

A Matron must have trained a 'paw to be considered for Speaker.

If a Matron dies, an heir (normally her eldest daughter) will take her place. If there is no heir, another family will take up the spot. If an heir has not met the requirements of matronhood, the pride must choose whether to wait or to replace.

No two discussions of matronhood, inheritence, and death are the same.

Even in the event of ordinary succession, healers and tellers of the pride should be consulted, and signs from the ancestors should be read.

A matron must be able to extend her motherhood beyond her children to the pride itself. A matron is a teacher, a mother, a leader, and a soother all wrapped in one.

The Speaker is decided between the matrons. The Speaker must be capable of taking command during emergencies, speaking to the pride as a whole, and representing the pride and its interests when addressing other cats.

[hello-nichya-here]

Would only having daughters made Viserys and Alicent's marriage better since there'd be no conflict with Rhaenyra?

No, because their marriage's biggest problem was not the inevitable power struggle between the blacks and greens, or even their age gap, or that for most of their relationship the dude was a walking rotting corpse (though obviously none of that helped), but the fact that Viserys was objectively a terrible husband (and father and king).

When they are sort of courting each other, it is all about how Alicent makes dealing with his grief easier since she's always keeping him company, giving him emotional support, engaging with his interests, trying to bridge the gap between him and Rhaenyra, etc.

Meanwhile we don't get a single scene of Viserys trying to do something Alicent would like to do, and, more importantly, we never see him offering her any sympathy over her mom's death, even though the first thing Alicent ever said to him was how sorry she was for his loss, and how she knew how horrible it was to constantly be given advice but not genuine comfort.

Alicent spent years being basically Viserys's nurse as his health got worse and worse - to the point that even Rhaenyra recognized all the devotion her father was shown by her. Yet on the hunt to celebrate Aegon's second name day, Viserys has that same wife travel while heavily pregnant, which was obviously incredibly uncomfortable for her, and could have even offered potential risks for her and their baby.

When Alicent manages to patch things up with Rhaenyra for the first time, aka the thing Viserys wanted the most, and then goes with her to try and be all polite and gracious towards her husband's beloved brother, how does he repay her? By immediately humiliating her in front of said brother, because he's just that much of a dick.

Alicent's life revolves around being a good wife to the husband she doesn't even love, and to the kids that she clearly struggles to properly raise without help. Viserys repays that devotion by calling her by his first wife's name and saying Rhaenyra is his ONLY child. The one "duty" he happily complies to, is having sex with Alicent - even when she's clearly not enjoying herself and only saying yes to it because she has no other choice.

And like I said, while the power struggle between Rhaenyra and Aegon is not what made their marriage horrible, it also didn't help - and Viserys is to blame for that, because he went from a king with no heirs, to one with too many, as he named his daughter heir yet STILL got himself a second wife to give him a male heir, which would naturally create conflict even if the kids got along.

Alicent did her duty. She gave this man she did not love and was not attracted to three children, two of which were sons like he so desperately wanted. She gave a male heir to the king, like everyone, including him, wanted her to. Yet she's still a queen that would NEVER see her eldest child become ruler if her husband had his way. Even as someone who is very firmly Team Black, I say that is unbelievably unfair.

For fuck's sake, look at what Viserys did with Aemma, the woman he actually loved: he forced her to get pregnant over and over again even though she was constantly in physical and emotional anguish because of all the stillbirths and miscarriages, and then had her be murdered to get a baby out.

THIS is the guy Alicent is married to. Someone who ALWAYS puts his own needs and desires first, without so much as a second thought to anyone else, even those he feels genuine affection for.

They were NEVER going to be happy, or even just be a functional pair that is together out of duty/convenience instead of love, because Viserys is a weak, cowardly man that uses his own vulnerability as sword and shield to be unfair to others. Viserys is honestly just as bad as Daemon at having healthy relationships, if not worse.

[richea]

Character Biography: Primula Rosso

The following information has been pulled from the Tales Channel official site's page on Tales of Fandom Vol. 1. Typed below is a transcript of its English translated entry on Primula.

Story synopsis

"Craymel Detective: The Keele Zeibel Affair" In this Tales of Eternia spin-off, Keele is arrested on suspicion of leaking Mintche University's exam questions. Primula, who leads the school's detective club and has unilaterally drafted her classmate Keele as a member, opens an investigation to clear his name. But having already earned a reputation as a bumbling investigator, Primula has a tough road ahead.

Primula Rosso

A deeply inquisitive scholar, Primula majors in Aurora Artes at Mintche University. She's love detective novels since she was a child, and has established an unofficial detective club at the university, with herself as its self-declared president.

The following information has been pulled from the official Bandai Namco site page on Tales of Fandom Vol. 1. The site is in Japanese.

A character introduced in Fandom. She's a girl brimming with curiosity who is currently studying at Mintche University. She works as a "detective" in the school (in actuality, she's a handyman). She gets wrapped up in an incident with Keele in the Faceventure story...

Name: Primula Rosso (プリムラ・ロッソ) CV: Miki Nagasawa Character designer: Daigo Okumura Gender: Female Height: 159cm Weight: 45kg Hometown: Inferia City Occupation: Scholar at Mintche University Social standing: Commoner. Her family runs a business in the capital and they're fairly well off. Family: Father, mother and four younger brothers. She's the eldest daughter. Personality:

For the most part she's well intended

She's cheerful and doesn't have a bad side

She's brimming with curiosity

She's prone to simplistic thinking

She's quite the dreamer

She has (surprisingly) good grades. She excels at courses requiring memorization skills

She's decently athletic

She loves to cook, to the point that she makes her own lunches every morning before school She excels at eggbear dishes and has the skills to make just about anything. She doesn't have any disliked food

Hobby: Reading mystery novels Future dream: Operate a detective agency (in collaboration with Keele) Current goal: Promote the detective club to the university officials Treasured things: A book she bought with her childhood savings called "Introduction to Becoming a Great Detective". She's read it to the point she can recite it from heart Other things: After an incident revolving leaked examination questions, she became good friends with Lunaria Barnes of the newspaper club. They went out to a cafe they had heard about and enjoy their student life together to the fullest. Lunaria is from Chambard, and her future dream is to become a newspaper reporter and make the Barnes family the richest in all of Inferia.

Primula's character design

Okumura-san's comment:

During early conceptions, I had considered removing Primula's "detective antenna" (the cowlicks) but I ended up leaving them for the sake of their capabilities in expressing emotion. They can form into heart shapes and stars, and if she's feeling so strongly, she can even form them to replicate Keele's face. Quite fanciful, isn't she. *There's not scene in the game where this happens.

"A slightly long interview"

Miki Nagasawa

[PROFILE]

Agency: Atomic Monkey Birthday: July 11th Notable works: Maya Ibuki (Neon Genesis Evangelion), Maki Izumi (Kidou Senkan Nadesico), etc.

Interviewer: Namco's Tanaka-san

The interview took place in the studio where "Craymel Detective: The Keele Zeibel Incident," which is the story Primula appears in, was recorded.

Tanaka-san, who is a publicity clerk, awaited recordings to be finished in order to request an interview with actress Miki Nagasawa. You can probably feel how nervous Tanaka-san was when talking in front of a lady as beautiful as her...

Interview, start!

Tanaka: Nagasawa-san, were you n-nervous at your first time voicing for the Tales series? (*person who is nervous himself) Nagasawa: Let me think. It's a well-known series, so the pressure was definitely on... Tanaka: Is that to say you knew about the series prior? Nagasawa: Yes, I hadn't actually played the games myself, but I'd seen it in commercials and popularity rankings. I'd heard of it plenty. Tanaka: Thank you. (*a bit relieved) Nagasawa: I was really happy when I heard I got the job, given it's such a great series. I wouldn't say I was stressed, but having a role that was alongside the most famous character Keele-kun was a bit nerve wracking. Tanaka: Keele is quite popular, isn't he! Hahaha! (*proud laughter) Nagasawa: Yes! Primula is the character that Keele-kun lovers can project onto the most. I did my best to portray Primula's emotions and how she loves the things she loves even if it isn't reciprocated. Tanaka: I see! The development staff actually chose to create Primula because they believed fans would feel closer to Keele by controlling a character who interacts with Keele closely rather than controlling Keele himself. That said, what is it about Primula that you want the players to pay close attention to? Nagasawa: Let's see, I would say the fact that Primula has a robust imagination... (laughs) There's this one scene that's really funny... So enjoy it! (laughs) It's the part where me and Hoshi-kun (Keele's actor) talk over each other! Tanaka: Oh man, overhearing the recording to that was an absolute blast! I laughed so hard. (*during recording, Tanaka-san burst out laughing to the point the other staff glared daggers into him to stop) Nagasawa: Hahaha, thank you. (laughs) There's also a scene where Primula lies when going around investigating all the rooms trying to find hints, and I tried to make that bit more lively too. (laughs) That was a lot of fun. Tanaka: You sure had a lot of fun voicing her, huh? That's great! (laughs) Could you give a message to the fans who are all eagerly awaiting the release of the game? Nagasawa: Of course. I'm very proud to have been casted for such a wonderful game. I did my best to voice Primula, to be worthy of the love all of the fans who love the Tales series and Keele-kun have. I hope you can all play the game and feel your love for Keele-kun reflected properly in it. Primula doesn't profess her love or anything, but I did my best in voicing her more romantic dialogue, so I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on my efforts in that regard. Tanaka: Hearing how passionately you voiced her for the sake of all the fans and Primula herself has me emotional! (*teary eyed) I could really feel that passion as I listened to your recording. Everyone, you better pay good attention to her work! (*doing his job as a PR clerk) To close things, could you talk a bit about your future work plans? Nagasawa: It's a while from now, but in March of 2002, I'll be producing my own public appearance. Tanaka: That's incredible! Nagasawa: This is actually my second time... (laughs) Tanaka: Ahahaha... (sweat) Have you decided on a location? Nagasawa: Yes! On March 22nd to the 24th of 2002, I'll be on stage at the Tokyo Metropolitan Theatre in Ikebukuro, so please come watch me! Tanaka: I'll be there for sure! Nagasawa: Be my guest. (laughs) Tanaka: Thank you so much for today! I'll definitely see your performance! Nagasawa: Thank you as well.

Comment from Tanaka:

During the recording, I kept thinking to myself how incredible Nagasawa-san was. When I interviewed her, it felt so obvious to me how much she understood both her character as well as the series as a whole. And she had so much fun with it to boot! I'm so moved! I witnessed most of the recording, and all of the other voice actors involved in this game seem to really hold a lot of love for the Tales series and had such a blast recording for it. This game will be such a joy to all the fans, so please try it for yourself. Phew! Talking to pretty people sure is nerve-wracking!

[kuroshika]

abigail's drug-induced fantasy being hannibal as her father ... will's drug-induced fantasy being hannibal as his equal ...

[ edit - here's the analysis !!! ]

[cyberfreaky]

yes please! i would love that list😻

here bae!! a list of some of my fave family/sully!reader fics, there’s so many more i haven’t added i’ll try add more as i go <3

L'appel du Vide by @idcbabyialreadylostmymind

summary: You feel the urge to engage in destructive behaviors just to feel alive and your family wants to get to the bottom.

You're dead to me by @chaethewriter

summary: In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

Daddy's Here by @peacelovepandora

Good Enough: Dad!Jake Sully by @anangelwhodidntfall

summary: Once your father’s world, you start acting out when he starts ignoring you and only your father can figure out what is going on

A Lesson in Pinky Promises by @normspellsman

summary: hello! may i request a jake x daughter! reader (angst to fluff) where she’s somewhat in the same situation as kiri? with the whole being insecure of her 5 fingers and getting picked on for it, feeling like she doesn’t fit in, etc? and she eventually opens up to jake about how she feels and he comforts her? thank you!!🫶🤍

Too Late. by @iikatsukii

summary: they loved you when it was too late.

The Sully’s Stick Together. by @fleursbending

summary: becoming one with the metkayina's has not been an easy task. as everyone continues to settle in their own ways, your family begins to grow more worried about your well-being. this isn't the sully they know. you're withdrawn, and quiet. what better way to fix that than to seek you out when you least expect it?

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best by @neteyamsilly

summary: As Jake Sully's oldest daughter, you never see eye to eye with him, always challenging him and pushing his buttons to the limit. What happens when things go too far one day?

AT LEAST, I’M TRYING. by @fleursbending

summary: you try to prove to your family the endurance you behold. but your trials and tribulations get the best of you.

His Sunshine by @thaliathewriter

summary: Toruk Makto’s eldest daughter is ready to be a warrior, why can't he see that.

my baby, my baby by @https-eywa

summary: Jake Sully wishes he did more when you were there. Now that you're not, he's losing a part of himself he didn't know he had in the first place

EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED by @avatarkv

summary: Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond.

sully family x sully!reader by @stomach-bugg09

summary: [y/n] has always been an angry girl. why wouldn't she be ready to fight any avatar that puts their hands in her siblings?

[sbk-zgvlt]

Hiii how you doing?

I'm like very interested to know if u have any headcanons about sebek family, like what are their personalities, appeareances, relationship to sebek, etc

I have a few of my own but Idk, i would love to hear about yours

The Zigvolt Family

Esme Zigvolt (Mother Zigvolt)

Get ready for a bunch of french names man

Black hair! I've seen that faes seem to have more "bland" hair, so I like to think that Sebek's hair color comes from his dad instead

Taller than her husband, that's for sure. Stands at a proud 212 cm (7'0 ft)

Stubborn and passionate about the things she loves. Or rather, the people she loves

Closer to Sebek than her husband, as always. Although, she's much more closer to her older son and daughter.

She wasn't really there everytime since she helps her husband handle the clinic. Most of the time Sebek is dropped off at his grandpa's due to this

Most drama comes from her side of the family, so sometimes she feels embarrassed that her husband has to put up with their bullshit

They met each other when her husband got lost in the woods 💀

Lidaeus C. Zigvolt (Father Zigvolt)

THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND FOR THE NAME YOURE A REAL ONE FR!!!!!

179 cm 💀 (5'9 ft)

GREEN HAIR, GREEN HAIR, GREEN HAIR, GREEN HAI

LOVES ESME!!!! LOVES HIS CHILDREN!!!! HE'S A FAMILY MAN

His children think he's a loser L. But he loves them all very much!!! (HE HAS A FAVORITE AND ITS SEBEK)

Scared of Esme's dad SHITLESS but after a lot of visits he likes to think theyre in cool terms now (They are not but only Grampa Zigvolt and literally everyone else in the family knows that)

Timid but also a huge nerd. Ask him about dental procedures and he would go on a full tangent

Has photobooks of his kids. Sebek has the most pictures and has more photobooks

Sylvie Zigvolt (Sister Zigvolt)

The eldest, the strongest, and the tallest at a proud 200 cm (6'6 ft). 21 years old

Has her hair tied into a high ponytail. It reaches just above her waist.

Was actually a troublemaker as a kid, and always gets into heated debates with her mother's side of the family when it comes to fae and human relationships

Now she travels around the world as a public speaker of some sorts. Sometimes the Zigvolts catch her on tv

Likes to send back souvenirs and trinkets to Sebek whenever she can, along with postcards

Is not impressed with Malleus and Lilia and does not like the fact that her youngest brother is being trained as Malleus' retainer

If you put her in a room with her grandfather it'll just be ENDLESS screaming matches

Her grandfather actually respects her to some degree though. Still thinks she's a brat

Soleil Zigvolt (Brother Zigvolt)

The middle child, 199 cm (6'5 ft), and also 21 years old

...surprise surprise, Sylvie and Soleil are twins. Both of them got their looks from their mother

Takes after his father in terms of personality though

If Sylvie constantly got into fights as a kid, Soleil was cunning and used underhanded tactics instead. You could call him a schemer

Both of them dont hide the fact that they like to dote on Sebek

Doesn't really care for his mother's side of the family, and thinks they're close-minded idiots

Has a bit of a sarcastic streak, but it's unintentional

He's content with staying behind and helping around in the clinic, but if he were to pick another occupation it would be becoming a teacher

ALSO not impressed with Malleus and Lilia, but thinks it's pretty cool that Sebek gets to train under them

The kind of guy who would always give up his pieces of candy to Sebek as a kid but also snitch on him whenever he snuck out

If you put him in a room with his grandpa it's just pure awkward silence. His number one intimidation tactic to scare the old geezer

[kthegoat]

                          LA TASK.

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Kaseem Ryan Grant 

Where and when were you born?

Chicago on January 10th, 1999

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

 Kazier Grant —a career criminal specializing in car and home theft. Kazier was caught on a petty theft at the age of 35 and served 2 years in prison before moving out of state, abandoning his family for a life of crime elsewhere. He was known to be full of life to those who knew him, a humorous guy who loved jokes. He was caring, and a great provider under his means. To those that didn’t know him, he was stern with a tough exterior. 

Joyce Stuart — led a life of crime with Kazier until he went missing. Since, she has started her own A&R business, scouting for talent to become a hit sensation. She manages many acts most musically and is supported by her eldest son. Joyce is very erratic, easily flustered and sarcastic. Her experience in dealing with Kaizer has made her less of a jovial person. 

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Yes. Khalil Grant, is the eldest son of Joyce and  Kazier. He has followed in his father’s footsteps in being a career criminal. He is very nonchalant, sarcastic and nefarious. 

Nyasia Stuart, is the youngest of the Grant clan. She is unspoken of due to not actually being Kazier’s child. Although Kaseem doesn’t know her personally, she is known to be the opposite of her mother. 

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

In a gated mansion, that has multiple bed and bathrooms a finish basement with a studio attached along with a basketball court, and front lawn driveway. Kaseem currently lives with his wife, Asiah two pets Cudi and Chase and their newest addition their daughter. 

What is your occupation?

 Kaseem is a rapper/entertainer. He also is a heavy private investor and gambler. 

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

Kaseem stands at 6’ exact and 200 pounds and growing. He has black locks that are to the length of slightly below his shoulders, brown eyes and multiple tattoos some which include tributes to his grandmother, his father, his wife and most recently his daughter. Many of the tattoos scattered across his body (including his face) cover scars that remind him of bad incidents in time. The most obvious being one on his arm. 

To which social class do you belong?

Upper Class. 

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Kaseem is allergic to pine nuts, certain anesthetics. He also suffers from asthma but has had it under control since his late teens. 

Are you right- or left-handed?

His right hand is more dominate, but he can use both in certain instances. 

What does your voice sound like?

A heavy Chicago accent, most have described it as slightly ‘nasally’ but with base. 

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

‘On bro, fo’nem, Maxine’ , ‘C’mon’ 

What do you have in your pockets?

Phone and a couple of bills under 100. 

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

N/A

                      PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Due to the lack of parental guidance, and only having his grandmother as a main resource, Kaseem has blocked out a lot of his childhood. So other than being able to describe it as a lesson, he wouldn’t know how to describe it. 

What is your earliest memory?

His mother helping his father break into a house while he and his brother waited in the car. 

How much schooling have you had?

Kaseem promised his grandmother he would graduate high school, so he did. After that he didn’t further himself. 

Did you enjoy school?

No. 

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

On the streets, especially the nights he stayed out all night. 

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

He used to look up to his brother. 

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Kaseem and his parents, specifically his mother never got along. He did get along with brother and grandmother the most other than that he hasn’t had much contact with other family members. 

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A basketball player. 

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Playing basketball, running through the mall. 

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Kaseem was stubborn, abrasive, destructive and airy

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

Kaseem was loner mostly. He had a best friend by the name of Marcus. They  got along so well because Marcus was the same as Kaseem. They were close until their late teens. 

When and with whom was your first kiss?

His first crush, Kenia at the age of 12. 

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

Kaseem lost his virginity at age 14 with a girl in the grade above him. 

                   PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

The marriage to his wife Asiah and the birth of his daughter. It is when Kaseem felt like he was finally becoming his own person away from his family. 

Who has had the most influence on you?

Possibly his wife or grandmother. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being able to be a provider for his family, legally. 

What is your greatest regret?

Keeping minimal contact with his mother after he moved. 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Setting his brother up after he got harmed. 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Yes, but nothing too serious. 

When was the time you were the most frightened?

When his grandmother got sick right before his junior year of high school. 

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

TBA

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

Agreeing to the terms of his current success with his mother and brother. 

What is your best memory?

Getting his first platinum record and the birth of his daughter. 

What is your worst memory?

Getting injured and being blamed for it. 

[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine if Viserys and Daemon had a younger lone wolf lone dragon ig lol type of brother, Aenar, who's secretly a dragon dreamer, nobody knows except Rhaenys, he knows how Viserys seems to so wish and believe he is one and doesn't want to overshadow his big brother. He never had the desire for a royal life nor wanted anywhere near the throne, having been perfectly content to see his favorite cousin Rhaenys become queen. Until she was passed over in favor of his eldest brother. Now, the quarrels and ambitions for the throne have begun across the kingdoms. He knows it, and he wants no part in it and hops on his dragon and leaves Westeros when he's like 18, only stopping by Driftmark to say goodbye to Rhaenys/Corlys. Not even staying long enough to see Viserys be crowned some time later. He travels over Essos for years after, neglecting to go home for anything other than a birth or death in the family, or the rare visits to Driftmark, then he's back off to Essos ignoring what he dreams is coming, eventually settling down a ways outside Braavos. Picture Henry Cavill in witcher. Now. Imagine if Otto had an older daughter who was brave enough to escape his manipulation and gaslighting, Ellyn. Imagine Ellyn escaped Oldtown on a ship to Braavos when she was like 15 after Otto tries to arrange a marriage to idk Lord Beesbury or smth, Alicent was probs like 5 years old. She arrives in Braavos and makes a life there for a few years. Picture Christina Ricci in Bel Ami. Then boom! Aenar and Ellyn meet, being around the same age. They clash lmao. Totally hate each other. Enemies to lovers trope begins. A good few years of fighting and avoiding each other and whatnot later, and one of their fights turns to some steamy times. Imagine them together, building a family in Braavos for years, having children together etc.. He tells her about his dragon dreams!.. Then one day Aenar gets a letter from Rhaenys for the first time in quite a few years. Viserys has, once again banished Daemon, named Rhaenyra heir and married Alicent, fathering 3 sons and a daughter with her. Now, the dread of seeing the dance in his dreams comes crashing back, they won't just be dreams much longer. He needs to stop hiding. They need to go home. The dance is going to begin if they don't mend what has been broken.

!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVE ALL OF THIS !!!!!!!

Love them being enemies to lovers and then having their own family.

They need to go home. The dance is going to begin if they don't mend what has been broken. Everyone deserves a happy ending, except Otto. The show sucks so much

[wishingforatypewriter]

4, 7, 11 for your Baavira kids?

4. Having this/these character/s as their parents, how did it affect them?

Some of Tai's earliest memories were of sitting on Kuvira's lap as a toddler while she drafted legislation in Ba Sing Se and read each document to him in a voice so steady it was calming, so pursuing a career in law and politics felt as natural as breathing for him.

As Kuvira and Baatar's eldest daughter, Avani felt the pressure of the Beifong legacy and wanted to become the greatest metalbender there was. She also saw the way her mother dedicated the whole of herself to her work and internalized the same priorities. This is partly why she ultimately decided to prioritize her position as an Earth Kingdom general over relationships with both of her great loves.

Priya (ever the middle child) had a rebellious streak that often clashed with her mother's military discipline. She ended up leaving home at a relatively young age to pursue a career as a professional dancer and going no-contact with her parents for a while.

As the first nonbender of the siblings and a young engineer, Jae felt stifled growing up in a city that Baatar had rebuilt. He felt like his father's legacy was everywhere and there was no room for him to make a name for himself in Ba Sing Se. So he decided to go to university in Republic City and took a job at Varrick's company as soon as he graduated.

Shreya often felt like Kuvira infantilized her because she was the youngest and a nonbender, so she was always closer to Baatar. She grew up learning from her father in his workshop and watching him lecture at Ba Sing Se University, and he was the one who inspired her to become a civil engineer.

7. Which parent do they most resemble look-wise?

Tai and Shreya look more like Baatar (they also both wear glasses), while Avani and Jae look more like Kuvira. People say Priya looks more like Suyin than either of them.

11. How are their relationships with other relatives (grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles etc.)?

Tai is closest to Opal and Baatar Sr. He shares his aunt's love of reading, and they were always able to connect over old books and their shared project of preserving the family's history. He also enjoyed looking through his grandfather's sketchbooks.

Avani is closest to Wei and Wing. They always spoiled her and played with her as a child, and they were the ones who got her involved in youth earthbending tournaments. She also has an affinity for her Great Aunt Lin, whose style of metalbending she preferred to her grandmother's.

Priya is Suyin's darling. Growing up, she spent most of her summers in Zaofu, dancing in her grandmother's troupe and training in the meteorite garden. It was no surprise to anyone that Priya was the one who ultimately inherited the title of Metal Clan Matriarch from Suyin. She also adores her Uncle Huan and often joined him on his travels around the world.

Jae and Bolin always had a good relationship, and it got even stronger after he moved to Republic City for college. It was even Bolin who recommended he apply for the internship at Varrick Global Industries.

Shreya is also really close to Opal. As a non-metalbending Beifong woman, she sometimes felt like Aunt Opal was the only one who understood her.

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