#granddaughter oc

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Valley, sees her grandfather inspecting a peach: Wait, you can still eat?

Sammy: What kind of question is that?

Valley, flustered: I just thought... Cos ya d-don't have a mouth.

Sammy: What are you on about? I have mouth.

Valley: Hm?

[Sammy moves his mask aside as Valley watches aghast as a smile like slit slowly forms on his featureless face revealing a gaping maw full of shark like teeth, she then watched with morbid curiosity as her grandfather eats the entire peach in one go before spitting the pit out.]

Valley, stares at Sammy stunned:....

Sammy: ....What?

[gribbo]

“You’re late,” Lady Linnacker observes.

Her minstrel doesn’t scowl at her. Nor does he smile. “Your driver was late.”

His commute each ninthday takes most of the morning: a furtive walk through Whitkeep and the squealing stockyards of Sowsfoot, then—eyes shut, jaw tight, tapping on his knee the notes of Partita in A minor—the ferry, then a ride to Ruth’s townhouse in her three-layer cake of a cabriolet. Gilded spokes. Mouldings like piped frosting. He’s fortunate, she’s assured him with that sly smile of hers, to be fetched in a carriage so fetching.

He surveys, with weary resolution, the tableau of her second-favorite parlor: his patroness lounging in the lemon chaise, hair piled atop her head in powdered plaits. Her granddaughter, her constant companion, sitting straight-backed on the tuffet. Light pouring through the picture-windows at the precise angle required to glitter on Ruth’s jewels.

“Let’s begin with Chrestobel,” she says brightly, “so you can snip at me for not practicing, and we can have it over.”

He’d have started her on scales. “If I’m ever short with you, my lady, I beg your—”

“Short?” Lady Linnacker’s eyes twinkle. Her latest motion must have passed, if she’s twinkling. “No, indeed—not even when my driver is late, and Riza and I are so terribly provoking. Have you been practicing, Riza?”

Little Fariza sits up straighter, if such a thing is possible. “Yes, Grandmama.”

“When I am provoking,” Ruth corrects herself, “and Riza”—she pinches the child’s cheek, extracting a giggle—“is a perfect doll.”

The minstrel smiles. Tightly.

His patroness stumbles through Chrestobel, somehow. He tries not to look too cross when, with great panache, she flubs every part he’d told her to practice—she claims to find his forthrightness adorable, a novelty in a life of deferential beneficiaries and servants with downcast eyes, but a patriar is a patriar. He doesn’t even glare at the footman who opens the sitting-room door, interrupting them. Ruth does it for him.

“I thought I told you,” she snaps, “that I’m not in—why, Enver,” she cries in quite a different voice, flying across the room, “whatever’s happened to your arm?”

The man in the doorway bows with a roguish flourish: some rising man of business, perhaps, hoping to glide into the Parliament of Peers on the opulent train of Ruth’s gown. Young, handsome, the usual. The arm that has caused such a stir is tucked to his chest in a gauzy sling.

“Wouldn’t you know it,” he says with a smile, offering her the other, “a stray dog bit me in the street. And here I thought I’d won the hearts and minds of the public.”

“How horrible.” Lady Linnacker’s laugh is light and droll. “Suppose it was mad? And contagious?”

“What is madness, Ruth, but the font of genius?” asks the man, looking pleased with both the rejoinder and himself. “A boon, in moderation—and it’s not so deep a bite. Milady.”

He bows grandly to Fariza, who curtsies like a wind-up doll. When her grandmother and the newcomer proceed in their turn about the room—a form of entertainment favored mostly, the minstrel thinks, by caged animals and the gentry—she glares at the man’s back and settles with studied hauteur on the minstrel’s bench. It’s close enough to the floor to spare her the indignity of climbing up. Him, too. He and the child are nearly of a height.

“You don’t like him, Frizz?” he asks in an undertone, passing her Ruth’s abandoned lute.

The little Linnacker—who will one day inherit her family’s fantastic fortune in mineral estates—lifts her chin in the sober, knowledgeable way that suggests she’s about to parrot her grandmother. “His father was a cobbler.”

“Without cobblers,” murmurs the minstrel, guiding her stubby fingers to the proper strings, “we’d all go barefoot.”

A wide-eyed Frizz absorbs this wisdom. Then she kicks out her feet to study her fashionable shoes. “He wants to buy one of Grandmama’s mines.”

“Does your lady grandmother”—he’d almost said grandmama—“want to sell?”

The child shrugs; Lady Linnacker’s machinations are a bit beyond her, yet. She plucks a note with pretty poise, back straight, lips parted in a practiced moue. “What did your father do?”

His father had pasted labels on pots of shoeshine. “What did your father do?”

The miniature of Ruth giggles at his gravity, or at the question, or at some fond memory attached. “Threw me in the air—”

“—of course you haven’t heard of him,” says Lady Linnacker, back within earshot. “His star rose and fell long before yours. But a century ago,” she adds, no doubt to remind her guest that he’s in the company of old, old money, “the people would fill the Wide to hear him play.” She beams with unprecedented radiance at the minstrel. “Silk, dear, won’t you privilege us with a song?”

“Me?” The minstrel blinks up at her, startled. He throws the child under the proverbial omnibus. “Mistress Fariza has been practicing The Little Teacup—”

Ruth’s smile sharpens. He frowns, taking her meaning, and opens his mouth to protest—

“Oh, Silk,” whispers Frizz, her little face filling with delight, “will you play the fast one?”

He plays the fast one. When he looks up halfway through, his neck prickles; Enver the cobbler’s son, with a strange smile, is studying him.

* * *

The minstrel can think of only one reason that Gortash, the mad wretch, would invite half the Steel Watch to his coronation. He nearly pushes over Duke Portyr when, across the hall, he spots that ridiculous powdered coiffure.

“Oh, Silk,” Lady Linnacker breathes, sinking down to him. “What’s happened to you?” Her hand flutters past his worm-ravaged face to tug his doublet. “I mean, really—puffed sleeves?”

“Ruth.” He could laugh. He could weep. There’s no time. “Walk out with us.”

“And be seen leaving early?” Her delicate brow creases at the notion. “Hardly the done thing—but it’s been so long. You must call on us soon.” Her smile is light and droll. Only a friend would note the strain about her eyes. “Riza will be so pleased to learn that you’ve returned.”

It strikes him like an arquebus. Fariza isn’t with her.

“Ruth,” he says, though he’s beginning to understand. Grief closes like a fist around his throat. “Everyone here is in terrible—”

“Terrible disarray, I know,” says Ruth. Only her hand shakes as she retrieves it, and only slightly. “Look at Portyr. His wig’s practically on backwards.”

"Ruth—"

She smiles down at him. He's always, despite his best interests, understood her smiles. “Be a dear and save my granddaughter.”

He walks out, somehow. Light pours through the fortress's windows, glittering on the Steel Watchers' hulls.

[anonymoususeru]

Another Talk Sprite Thing

Hmmm my girl Panko...she be winning at everything

(Except not suffering with many issues such as being raised by a cult, girlfriend in another Kingdom, one of the Mased Cookies, Literally not even a cookie until rebaked-)

Btw, I did draw and animate these myself. I would open commissions for these if it's not so easy to do and I'll probably just use this as an add-on for my Cookie Sprites Commissions ig.

[thesteriuswife]

My Psyche & Eros designs btw. Eros' doves are named Penia and Poros ^.^

[goodday-goodmorn]

Todays work is of @ghouljams Cowboy141 au! Featuring the nasty boy himself- König! Told from the lovely perspective of Murphys (an OC of Ghouls for those who don’t know) granddaughter!! Go check out Ghoul they have some amazing COD stuff over there (the demon darling AU is one of my fav’s but they’re known for their fae and cowboy stuff!- odd niches i know-)

You had been thinking about this day for months now. Today would finally be the day you earned your honorary, ‘I sold cookies to Birdie’ badge.

And of course, all good plans begin with a pack of markers, paper, and a whiteboard that you borrowed from the back of your pappy's shop. (He wouldn't miss it, besides if he got grumpy you would just pull out the puppy dog eyes until he relented.)

Using some magnets you pin various torn out notebook papers to the whiteboard. It isn't quite like the movies where they use push pins and red sting but well- that would be inconvenient for your purposes anyway.

Face furrowed in deep concentration you stare at the board as if doing so for long enough would solve all your problems.

“Are you still planning?” A familiar voice rings out beside you, your fellow girl scout and current best friend, Alexis. She sits on a beanbag, sipping on soda as she stares at your mess of plans. You frown, clearly she wouldnt understand the intricacies of how important this was. After all, she already had her Birbe badge.

A perk she got of being the one to make the things, meant that the first year they were implemented, she got to sell to Birdie with no competition.

(You remember standing on the sidelines and watching her turn and hand Birde a box of peanut butter patties with a smug look on her face. It had been painful to have to stand there with your fellow troop members.)

The rewards were worth the sacrifice however, because now there's more at stake than the bragging rights of selling to everyone's favorite teacher. Now, you get an unofficial badge for it, made every year by the crafty hands of Alexis.

This year’s is sitting just over there on the coffee table, nearly finished. All it's missing is the border around the bird in the center, mostly because Alexis ran out of the thread she needed and has yet to ask her grandmother for more.

You sigh, grumbling out something as you continue to stare at the board.

She shakes her head and goes back to playing Minecraft on her older cousin's well loved Xbox. Trying not to die by the hands of a spider, she says, “Look- if you’re so serious about it why not just find a way through Goose?” You frown more, shaking your head. As much as you do get along well with your pappy’s favorite customer…

“Nope, not possible. Birdie’s friends are banned ever since Moon started complain’ bout it… Plus after Jordans stunt last year of getting in the good graces of Birdie’s momma- we aren't allowed to do stuff like that.” You explain, using a marker to scribble out more ideas and add to your current map of where Birdie might be when you all get access to the cookies.

She tends to be out during it, likely to make it harder for people to earn their badge by camping out on her front porch.

How she knew when you all got the first cookie shipments, you weren't sure. Probaby Moon. Yeah- definitely Moon.

“Besides,” you continue, switching your marker to a purple color, “Even if I did- that wouldn't be me selling to Birdie- it would be me selling to Goose. So it don’t count.”

She hums, “Tough luck.” You sigh dejectedly, nodding. She finally kills the spider and then turns to you, from the depths of her very filled pockets she fishes out a lollipop. She offers it to you like she's offering you a hit after a stressful day at your 9 to 5.

Gratefully, you take it, green apple, nice.

“Well, I wish ya the best of luck. If you fail, offers open to go selling with me later.” You nod, waving her off, “Mhm… i reckon ill get it this year though.”

She shrugs, pointing to the nearly finished badge which sits a few feet away. “Well, if you do, then that badge is as good as yours.”

You stare at it longingly, vowing to yourself that this year you would finally-

———————————————

“You didn't do it did you?”

You frown, a sour look on your face as you try and fix your now messed up braids. Alexis sits beside you, the two of you back in her grandmother's basement. She's got a bag of frozen peas against your jaw, trying to prevent the bruise you know is coming. You say nothing, instead just sitting there with a pout, normally you wouldn't be this upset but…

“So who did manage it this year?” She asks, leaving you to hold the peas while she goes to grab the first aid kit under the coffee table.

“Susie May.”

Alexis bumps her head on the table as she pops up, looking surprised. “Again?” She sounds as incredulous as you are upset.

“Yeah!” You cry angrily, throwing your free hand up.

She whistles, walking over to you and tending to your scraped up knees. It's something that happens so often you don't really feel it, but both you and Alexis know that if your parents, or her grandma, sees you all banged up and bruised, they won't be happy. “How’d she manage that?” She inquires, cleaning your scrapes and pulling out bandages.

“Playing fuckin’ dirty thats how.” You parents would also not be very happy with your use of swears but it's just Alexis and you right now. Plus you are rather pissed off at the manner in which Susie happened to win the race this year.

“Yeah I can see that…” Alexis mumbles, taking in your dusty clothes, frazzled hair, and scraped up knees. You decide to make it worse by opening your mouth and showing how your tooth is now loose and barely hanging on by a thread. It's a baby tooth, luckily, but still.

Alexis blinks, “How in the hell-?”

“She pulled on my braids just as I was about to get there. I tried to not fall but sending all my weight forward meant when she let go-”

“-You fell flat on your face?”

You nod, grumbling under your breath. The reason you're so upset is because well- Susie May already has her badge. And she was also the one to sell cookies to Birdie last year. Which means this is her third time selling.

The general polite thing to do after getting your badge is to either A) back out of the race to sell entirely, or B) if you’re gonna participate, give it a year or two after you earned your badge, then continue with much less vigor.

Alexis seems rather irritated herself, grumbling about how she's not gonna make a badge for someone who already has one.

There wouldn't be a point, plus it's such a waste of her time and supplies. And because Birdie only buys a box from the first girl scout to reach her- that means no one gets a badge this year.

Safe to say the troop is not gonna be happy about this. Not one bit. And you are eagerly awaiting the next time you all meet up and Alexis gets to break to everyone that the reason no one gets a badge this year is thanks to Susie.

After Alexis has finished patching you up, you huff, resting your chin in your hands as you drop the pea bag.

“Well- that was a bust.” Alexis says with a sympathetic shrug, flashing the Birdie badge, “Guess you’ll get it next year.”

You groan, flopping over to lay on the beanbag. She in turn, grabs her own girl scout sash and uniform, “Well since you failed-” You glare at the reminder to which she puts her hands up in surrender- “Since you…didn't get it. You wanna go with me to try and outsell her?”

You think it over but it really isn’t a hard decision, “Alright. But we’re stoping at pappy’s place, i need to fix my braids.”

“Cant you just do it yourself?”

“Yeah but he can do it with ribbons and considering Susie's got the Cherry with her, we’re gonna need some extra charm.”

Alexis pulls a face, “Since when does Cherry hang out with Susie May of all people?”

You shrug, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. “Dunno. Though, I'm kinda hoping Cherry finds out what happened and punches her.” Out of your little trio of friends, Cherry could hit the hardest. She was smaller and shorter than both you and Alexis, and looked like a little angel, (hence why you and Alexis used her to make a bunch of sells), but you both knew she was a proper troublemaker.

Course- none of the adults did, which made things very useful for both her, you, and Alexis whenever you three decided to get into trouble.

Alexis grumbles, a bit upset by the news, understandable, she didn't have many friends other than you and Cherry so she probably wasn't taking the news that Cherry was hanging out with someone else very well. You decided to make it your mission to cheer both yourself and her up.

“It's alright, I reckon we can handle it without her.”

———————————————

“You sure we’ll even find anyone out here?” Alexis asks, skeptical. Fair,

considering the two of you have been riding your bikes for a while now.

You nod, reaffirming for what feels like the hundredth time, “Mhm! Look I'm telling ya- I saw some newcomers at Pappys shop a few days ago! And they certainly ain't in town, which means they gotta be out here somewhere.”

She frowns, “This doesn't feel worth it though.”

You shrug, “Well we already got everyone in town that we could for now, and they aren't gonna want any more cookies till at least a week so…”

She makes a face, knowing you’re right. “Fineeee. But once we find a house and sell we’re leaving. If we don't then we might not be back before dark.”

She glances up at the sky and you scoff, “You’re such a worry wart. We’ll be fineeee.”

She raises her eyebrow, “That's what you said last time and we ended up having to race home.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, and before she can say anything else, you see a ranch in view. “Oh look! A place let's go-!” You say quickly, racing ahead and leaving her to quickly pedal after you.

You stop on the road and hop off your bike, tugging your basket of girl scout cookies off the backseat. Alexis does the same, unclipping her helmet and letting it hang on her bike handle. “Huh, those horses are big as hell.” She comments, making you turn your head to see the draft horses.

You are overtaken with the urge to ride one of them, if only to be able to see how high up you would be.

Alexis cuts you off before you can even consider, “Don't even think about it. Your momma would be pissed if you tried.”

You huff, of course you weren't gonna try. That would just be a plain stupid idea, you have no idea what temperament those horses have. Still would be cool if you could though. “Whatever, let's go!” You run off towards the house, leaving your friend to scramble after you.

In the process you accidentally trip over something, but as per usual you simply get up and keep going. When Alexis does finally catch up to you, shes huffing and holding up something small and light in her free hand. The other is gripping onto her cookie basket. She calls your name and then suddenly stops, looking past you at…

Huh. That guy’s nearly as big as his horses. Once more you are overcome with a similar urge to ride on his shoulders. He kinda looks familiar actually…

Alexis comes up to your side, fussing over you and you quickly realize why. There's blood in your mouth, and that's when you realize the thing she's holding just so happens to be one of your front two teeth.

The big man seems even more concerned by the sight of blood, he slings the shotgun he was holding over his back and awkwardly bends down to you speaking in what you assume is german. “Geht es dir gut, Kleiner?” He talks weirdly soft for such a big fella.

At the absolute blank look you give him he blinks, and then translates, “Are you alright?”

“Oh uhhhhh” You ponder the question, are you? Yeah, mostly anyway. You can't feel any pain, but the taste of blood isn't exactly something you enjoy and its quickly overtaking your mouth. You spit to the side, smile, then give him a thumbs up with your free hand. However, when you’re missing a tooth and your teeth are stained with blood- it doesn't serve to reassure him.

Alexis takes hold of your shoulders and pries your mouth open, (in the process temporarily setting down her cookies), looking at the gap in your teeth intently to make sure you’re alright.

She frowns and turns to the big fellow- (who oddly enough seems more nervous of her than she is of him, he stiffens) -with a scowl. She isn't meaning too, you know, she just happens to have a resting bitch face, but the man doesn't know that. “Can we borrow your sink?”

The man seems to clearly have questions, namely why the hell you’re here, until he notices your sashes. “Pfadfinderinnen...?” He mumbles to himself, then upon being blankly stared at by the unwavering gaze of Alexis he nods, guiding the two of you to the house.

Not by leading you there, but rather by standing behind you and ushering the two of you forward like you were little mice. Mice that bite apparently, because despite ushering you forward he keeps a wide berth, as if scared to get too close and frighten you.

(Which you thought was strange considering out of you and Alexis, he was the more nervous one.)

Normally you wouldn't care too much about your missing tooth. Cause well- now you could get some extra pocket money from the tooth fairy! But right now, you do wanna go inside and rinse out your mouth. As much as you could suck up the taste of your own blood- you would rather not pedal all the way home with it. Also you wanna get a good look at where your tooth is missing. Plus maybe you could pull sympathy points and get this guy to buy a bunch a’ cookies, considering you tripped on his property, It was worth a shot.

He seems so weirdly familiar, that you can't help but stare. Oddly enough, this only makes him even more awkward. Does he recognize you? Once the three of you are inside, before Alexis can shove you off to the bathroom mirror and sink, you bluntly say, “Do I know you? You’re weirdly familiar…”

You frown, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. He stiffens but before he can respond, Alexis is pulling you into his restroom. Predictably, the counters are built for him and therefore tall as fuck, so she has to help you climb up there so you can comfortably rinse your mouth out without struggle. Now sitting on the countertop, blood washed down the drain, you inspect your mouth.

“Hahah! Alexis look- look-!” You say excitedly, pointing to the gap to which she just sighs. You turn on her, leaning forward excitedly, “Wait-! Wait wait wait- did you get my tooth?”

She looks at you blankly, saying your name.

“...Yeah?”

“Of course I picked up the tooth, why wouldn't i?” She fishes it out of her pocket, accidentally pulling out various random strings and threads it was tangled in. In the process, pulling out a few pebbles and other assorted nicknacks. They clatter to the ground but she pays them no mind.

You hold both your hands out for her to place the tooth in your open palms. It's covered in blood, dirt, and pocket lint.

“Its beautiful.” You say with a large grin to which she nods seriously, “How much you think I'll get for it???” There's excitement in your tone.

She ponders for a moment, “Well- for my first one I got 15 dollars. My first front one was worth a pretty penny too… I heard that Maxie got 20 for his first tooth.” She shrugs, you both grin, matching smiles that say, ‘Oh we are so going to the candy shop later.’

You hop off the counter and then the two of you are speaking to each other in hushed but excited tones, leaning into each other and swinging your baskets. When you walk back into the living room, you find the man awkwardly standing there. It's then you nudge Alexis.

(Mostly because she doesn't get to make sales often, she never was very good at talking to people. Some could say her personality was an acquired taste, she was blunt and awkward, however, luckily for her, the man in front of you both seemed even more awkward.)

(Typically cherry made all the sales, and if not her, than you. So- you wanted to give Alexis a chance to shine.)

“Oh yeah.” She blinks and then turns to the man.

“Uh- Hey mister.” She looks him directly in his eyes, he seems uncomfortable at the direct attention. “You want cookies?”

He blinks.

She blinks.

“...Cookies?”

“Yup.”

…The man is silent after that. So is Alexis. They both just stare at each other awkwardly. Well, you were proud of her for trying and that's all that mattered-! “Sure.” Wait what? That worked?

Alexis blinks, seemingly just as surprised as you. She shuffles with her cookie basket, “Okay.” She says, and then more silence ensues. You nudge her gently and she kickstarts again, “Uh- what flavor do you want?”

“What is good?” He inquires, tilting his head slightly to which Alexis looks at you at the same time you look at her. The two of you share a glance with meaning behind it. And then you’re pulling out boxes and doing what you did best: talking.

With your sales pitch, combined with the genuine occasional comments of Alexis, you end up talking for a whole 20 minutes. By the time you are finished, the man now has an armful of different cookie boxes. Everytime he would so much as make any sort of positive comment, or hum or “I see…” Alexis would silently bring him that flavor and hold it up to him. Too awkward to refuse, he simply took each box.

“Uh- kleines Mädchen- you gave me two of this one…” He says almost timidly at Alexis while you ramble about Trefoils. She stares up at him, unblinking.

“That ones my favorite.” She says simply, as if that explains everything. Konig can't find himself to protest against her absolute deadpan as she settles the box of Adventurfuls in his arms with the rest.

At some point he sat down in his armchair, making it much easier for Alexis to slowly yet surely add to the growing pile of cookies he holds.

“-It's a classic, these are based off of the original girl scout cookie recipe! You just gotta try em Mister- i mean the texture is just to die for-” You let Alexis take the Trefoils from your hands and replace it with a box of thin mints. She slowly and calmly goes to add the Trefoils to the pile.

“Oh! Now this one- lemme tell ya Mister- this is like the girl scout cookie, everyone loves a good thin mint!”

You don't even have to say more about that one before Alexis takes it and puts in his arms, patting the top of the box gently. Then she walks back over to you and holds her basket in both her hands, silent. She's pulling out a sheet of paper from her basket, and a pencil from her pocket, scribbling away as you finish your spiel.

“-And that concludes all the flavors!” He blinks, looking relieved to finally be free, alas you continue, “-Lets see for all that, that’a be…”

You turn towards Alexis who was calculating on her paper and cuts in with a casual, “372 dollars and 46 cents.”

To your delight, he simply shuffles, careful not to let any of the boxes fall as he dejectedly gets his wallet. He pulls out four 100 dollar bills and softly tells you to keep the change, you and Alexis’s eyes are wide as you stare at the money now in your hands. The two of you share a glance and then with your sweetest (now gap toothed) smile, you thank him.

Then with hardly any more words you and Alexis book it out of there, waving goodbye and leaving him stunned. Alexis is just staring at the money with wide, amazed eyes and you are excitedly chatting her ear off.

“Look at that! I can't believe you managed to get such a good sale- oh my god Cherry is gonna flip! You probably got us halfway to our quota already-!”

“I… I did that?” She says in slight amazement, technically you both did, but you'll let your friend have the win on this one.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah…” She says, a small smile growing on her face as you playfully shove her.

“See- i told you this would be worth it.”

She blinks and then looks very concerned all of a sudden. She says your name with a growing horror. You tilt your head, urging her to continue. She gestures to the sun which is starting to fade. Shit. And then the two of you end up frantically pedaling back to town, panickedly laughing all the way. It isn't until you are home and in bed that you remember why the large fellow was so familiar.

He's the guy you threatened to ban from your Pappy's shop a month ago!

[arofili]

lord of the rings ladies week day four | women of the south | ellanel meldatári | @lotrladiessource

Ellanel was the daughter of Evrindil, daughter of Elessar and Undómiel. She was dear to her uncle King Eldarion, and when he advancing in years had no children of his own, he named her his heir in the tradition of Númenor. Thus upon his deathbed, Eldarion surrendered the scepter to his niece, and she was named Ellanel Meldatári, First Ruling Queen of the Dúnedain in Middle-earth and Third High Monarch of the Reunited Kingdom. In her first years as Queen, she faced an attempted coup in the form of the Cult of the Dark Tree, but with the aid of her younger brothers Prince Tondir the Just and Prince Malfinor the Wise, she subdued the rebellion and prevented the rise of a New Shadow like unto the one vanquished by her grandfather King Elessar. Queen Meldatári ruled wisely and justly for nearly a century, much beloved by her people, and traveled far and wide, treating with her neighbors in their own lands and strengthening many alliances that would hold for generations after her reign.

[Ellanel is a Sindarin name altered from Ellonel, a rejected name for Arwen. Strictly it translates as “elf-daughter,” but I’ve chosen to interpret it as a compound of elda (“elf”) and aranel, meaning alternately “elf king” (as in Dior Aranel) and “princess” (as in Emerwen Aranel), which would give the translation “elf princess.” Meldatári is a Quenya name meaning “beloved queen.”]

[marmaruuu]

Angharad Nejma ⭐️

[adrianasunderworld]

Papa Crewel au incorrect quote

Lilith: Where are you going?

Isabelle: To the dance.

Lilith: You do not go running out the door when a boy honks.

Crewel, amused: Mom, it's fine.

Lilith: It certainly is not fine. This isn't a drive through, she's not fried chicken!

Isabelle: But I told him to honk and I'd meet him, we agreed.

Lilith: I don't care what you told him. If he wants to take you out, he will walk up to this door, and knock, and say good evening, and come inside for a moment like any civilized human being would know to do.

Crewel: Now Mom, this is silly. Ive met him already.

Lilith: Well I haven't.

Crewel:Yeah, but-

Lilith: We will wait until he comes to the door.

Isabelle: He doesn't know he's supposed to.

Lilith: He'll figure it out.

[gritsandbrits]

In my rewrite of hazbin adam's redemption has him helping his mortal great granddaughter stop her evil ex boss from turning the afterlife into Dashcon.

[garbinge]

Flower Crowns

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

Day 25 from these April Prompts: Flower Crowns

Summary: Scarlett comes home after work to find her father, Happy, and his granddaughter, Lex, having a tea party and it sparks some flashbacks for Scar. 

Words: 2.7k

A/N: okay shoutout to the OG Happy Lowman daughter OC creator, @drabbles-mc​, there is literally a voice note (or 20) between Tay and I for literally every fic I have ever published but I really owe her for helping me with this one!!! 

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of murder, blood, injuries, death, and just happy canon level things. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Every kid thinks their parents are superheroes. They feel unbreakable, they seem everlasting, like they can do no wrong, and always be there to save you. That statement held true with Scarlett Lowman, the only child of Happy Lowman, but maybe even more so. Happy was tough, his demeanor was one not to be fucked with, and even as a kid Scarlett could pick up on how people felt when Happy was around. They were uncomfortable, they would stare, and all of that made Scarlett feel like she had an actual superhero as a father. Not like these other kids who talked highly of their parents, Scarlett actually had a dad who saved the day. That viewpoint of her father came crashing down pretty quickly, he was no longer the superhero she envisioned him. It was disappointing, it was heartbreaking, she felt alone because while she saw her father for as human as he was, everyone else was still thinking of their parents as invincible. It caused the girl to grow angry. Irritation was quick to build up within her.  Rage just constantly flowed through her veins, and while it was a born Lowman trait, the trauma of her young life added an additional layer to it. 

Life wasn’t easy for Scarlett growing up, her mom passed away when she was young, before she even got a chance to know her, leaving her father to raise her alone. Scarlett was a daddy’s girl, but not in the typical sense. Happy Lowman was unique, to say the least. When parents' day came, the story was he was a construction worker, some might say contractor. It wasn’t a lie, Happy did pick up spare jobs here or there to pick up extra money, he was good at fixing things, but he was also good at breaking things too. 

Scarlett’s relationship with Happy was complex. He was her father, she loved him, she would do anything for him, but because of that, she struggled a lot. With the life Happy lead, he crossed a lot of lines with Scar as she grew up. She saw a lot of shit she probably shouldn’t have, to his defense he did try and hide it from her up until a certain point, but once that boundary had been broken once, it never went back up. 

Scarlett thrived off chaos, off danger, off anger, it made her feel a release of all the demons cooped up in her brain. That changed a bit when she had her daughter, Alexa. Her way of thinking needed to shift for the sake of her, but that just meant she kept a lot more bottled up. 

Scarlett walked through her front door, hanging up her apron from the downtown market on the hooks in the entryway. There were muffled laughs and voices coming from the den, which doubled as a sunroom and playroom. It was a little secluded from the rest of the house which is why neither Happy or Lex had heard Scarlett come home. Her footsteps were soft as she made her way over to that side of the house. 

“Yea, I want tea.” Happy’s voice was rough and short, but it still brought a smile to Scarlett’s face as she saw her fully tatted, biker father, sitting at a tiny chair and table that had purple Rapunzel artwork all over it, holding his hand out with a small pink teacup in his hand. 

As the little hands of her 8 year old daughter reached across the table to meet Happy’s extended arm with the tea pot and began to pour what she assumed to be water, Scarlett felt her heart pick up its pace and her face fell in a frown. Quickly, she moved a few steps back and over, so she was out of their view but still able to see them and hear them. Immediately the flashback came to her. 

Scarlett poured the large bottle of bottom shelf vodka over Happy’s gash that ran up his forearm. The flesh was cut so deep that when Scarlett started to stitch it up, she could see his bone pretty clearly through the tissue. She didn’t need to look long, because once she saw it, it was ingrained in her head, something she’d carried with her a long time. To get the mental image out of her mind, she focused on sewing the skin together, trying to match the tattoos up perfectly so that there’d be no scar left behind or obvious misalignment in the tattoo. Connecting the shadowing and line work was a trying task as she moved up his arm with the makeshift stitches that were just string and a shitty sanitized needle. The memory of her dad’s groans and flinches were another thing hard to shake. It made him human and again, while eventually all kids come to the realization that their parents aren’t superheroes, Scarlett came to that reality a lot sooner and a lot harder than most. 

Happy was her protector. He was badass. He started to teach her how to fight when she turned 5, she was constantly surrounded by MC members. Capes were kuttes and sitting on the back of a motorcycle was the equivalent to flying. Nothing ever went wrong when Happy was around. Until it did. 

Scarlett kept watching the two, it was crazy to see the differences in how Happy was as a father versus a grandfather. Parts of her tried to rationalize it. Happy was younger, jumping from charter to charter, in the thick of things. Now, he was older, in wisdom and age. The gray hair that grew around his beard was a reminder to Scarlett about how different the man was now. 

“Drink it, Grandpa!” Lex giggled as she brought her own teacup up to her mouth. 

Happy brought the drink to his mouth to take a sip, the little girl immediately jumping up in an attempt to scare him. 

“Boo!” Her hands moved outwards as she stood up and shook the table as she did it. 

The table shaking and pressing up against Happy’s abdomen was the true cause for him spilling the water all over his face, but he pretended the girl was successful in scaring him. 

“You scared me!” His fake gasp mixed with the water dripping down his beard off his chin brought Scarlett back again. 

Her age had to have been older than Lex, by a few years but Scarlett was still young. It wasn’t the first time she had to patch Happy up, but it was the one that stuck out the most because it was the most brutal. His face was covered in blood, spilling out from his mouth and nose, which was clearly broken. It was probably embedded in her brain because Happy had woken her up out of her sleep and she thought she was in a nightmare. Her scream probably still rang off in his head. 

“Scar, it’s dad.” He said in the kindest voice possible for him. 

Her breathing was fast, heart pounding, her grip on him was hard in an attempt to at first fight him off, but now it was just recovering from the startle. 

Her little feet moved across the cold hardwood floors as they made their way to the bathroom. 

“Should I call the motorcycle men?” Her voice trembled thinking maybe this was something for the other superheroes in her life. Scar knew not to mention cops, it was one of the house rules. No cops. Ever. The reasoning why Happy didn’t want the MC there was foggy in her memory, but it didn’t matter because the responsibility being on her was clear as day. 

“You scared me.” Her voice was steady as she handed him the frozen bag of vegetables for his ribs which were undoubtedly broken and then moved to the bullet wound near his knee. 

Happy ignored her comment. “It went straight through, clean it and stitch it.” 

It came out as an order, but his voice wasn’t mean, just short. 

“What about your ribs?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Happy grunted back. 

The rest of the patch up was silent. Scarlett didn’t ask anymore questions, she focused on the task at hand, watching her small hands feed the thread through his skin. She was sitting on the backs of her legs as Happy sat on the closed toilet lid. It was so interesting to her how her hands didn’t shake anymore, how the scars got cleaner and cleaner as the years and experience passed. As she finished up, she leaned over to grab a washcloth from under the sink, she wet it with warm water from the tub so didn’t have to get up just yet. Patting the sewed up wound dry, she was careful not to be too harsh in pressure but a part of her felt the rage bubbling up in the pit of her stomach and wanted an outlet for it. He hissed at the abrasive touch of the coarse cloth, you offered him a weak glance as an apology before standing up and handing him the wash cloth. 

“Use the other side to clean up your face.” Her voice was disconnected and cold. A trait she learned from Happy, she could turn it on and off whenever she liked. 

She began to walk out of the bathroom, her mind shifting into a space where she’d be able to handle everything that just happened, pushing her rage down, bottling up her questions, her confusion. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The sentence wasn’t much, but it held a lot of weight. This was probably the moment that truly changed everything for Scarlett, when she truly went numb to it all. 

“I’m going back to bed, my science fair is tomorrow.” She didn’t even look back over at him, just paused in her steps to speak before picking up her pace again. 

She got lost in her thoughts and memories for a few minutes, letting herself feel emotions she hadn’t felt in years. The pain of being Happy’s daughter came with a lot of battles, emotional and physical. Feeling overwhelmed, she looked back at her father who was now letting Alexa put a flower crown on his bald head. It was a sight to be seen, it was something that she wished she could go take a picture of and show the guys at the club because she knew they’d never let him live it down. 

“Mommy!” Lex’s voice called out. The young girl was running towards her and Scarlett quickly stepped out from the wall and walked over to meet her. 

“Hey baby girl.” She picked her up and flooded her cheek with kisses. “You have fun with Pops?” The question was genuine even though she knew what the answer would be. 

“Yes, we played in the yard and then when it got dark, Pops made me mac n cheese and then we had a tea party!!” Alexa hadn’t taken a breath in her entirety of speaking, so excited to share about her night. 

“Wow, busy night. It’s time for you to go brush your teeth and get ready for bed, okay? Pops will still be here when you’re done to say goodnight.” Just as quick as she was placed down, the little girl was pattering her feet away down the hallway listening to her mother’s instructions. 

Scarlett had turned to watch her flee, not expecting the hand on her back. She jumped a bit and heard Happy’s chuckle. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The words rattled in her brain. 

“I’m gonna make a cup of actual tea before I leave. You want one?” He asked as he moved past Scarlett into the kitchen. It was then that she realized he still had the flower crown on. 

Tea and flower crowns. She had to wonder where the fuck the time went. She also was wondering what she did to deserve the Happy she got growing up compared to this one. Sure, there was this typical pipeline of parents to grandparents, but this was different. This was day and night. 

Scarlett nodded and followed him into the kitchen and jumped up on the counter as he heated up the kettle on the stove. 

“Nice crown.” She said bringing her knee up to rest her head on while her other leg dangled over the counter. 

“Lex told me it brings out my tattoos.” He rasped as he took the crown off his head before he reached up to the shelf with the tea bags. 

Scarlett had to smile at that, it was something her kid would say. “She really loves her tea parties, thanks for entertaining her.” 

“Ain’t my first tea party.” Happy turned around now leaning on the counter opposite from Scarlett. 

Their eyes connected as Scarlett frowned in question, “You and the guys turn chapel into tea time?” 

Happy chuckled again before reaching for his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. It didn’t take him long before he slide out a picture from behind his license and was leaning forward to pass it to Scarlett. 

She saw the back first. 

Scar ♥

The heart was hand drawn in Happy’s scratch handwriting. Her hand flipped the picture and she felt something pull at her heart. 

The photo was of her as a kid, probably middle school age, way too old to be playing tea party but there she sat, a costume dress that was way too small on her slipped on over her clothes, a plastic jeweled crown on her head and on Happy’s. The little teacups were raised in the air as they cheers for the camera. 

“Ma took it.” Happy referred to his mother before the kettle was screaming to signal it was ready. 

Scarlett felt her eyes get heavy in tears. She didn’t remember this, it made her wonder how much she didn’t recall from her years growing up. Was she only made to remember the bad shit? Or was it that she only chose to? Staring at the picture, she only looked up when Happy handed her the hot cup of tea. 

“I forgot about this.” She handed the photo back to him. 

“Keep it.” He was now next to her filling his mug up with tons of sugar. “I have a couple others in my wallet.” 

Scarlett nodded before jumping down and pinning the photo to her bulletin board that hung on the wall perpendicular to the sink. 

“Pops! I brushed my teeth AND changed into my jammies.” Lex’s voice sounded from the entryway to the kitchen. 

“Good job, kid. I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.” Happy nodded for the girl to go to her room. 

He took a few more sips of his tea before placing it down and making his way out of the kitchen. 

“You know, that’s something I wish I did more of.” He turned to look at Scarlett who frowned in a way to ask what he was talking about. “Tuck you in. I was always,” he paused, looking for the word he wanted to use, “out.” 

“Well, you have ample opportunity to make up for it with Lex.” Scarlett answered. It hurt to say, but it was a truth they both had to come to the realization of. Things were always going to be this way, there was no going back, only moving forward. Her eyes jumped back to the picture, but maybe if she did need to look back, there were some moments she wouldn’t hate looking back on.

[harveyb-wabbit92]

{After Audrey frees Henry and the others from the Keepers prison, Sammy meets his granddaughter Valley for the first time.]

Sammy: I'll devote every second we're trapped here to protect you, my dear. I’ll even kill for you.

{Sammy holds his banjo up like he intends to bash it on something, and that something being Wilson's head.}

Sammy, slowly smiling: Please ask me to kill for you.

Valley: No grandpa-

Sammy, lowers his banjo: Grandpa....Grandpa? Now, Granddad I can handle but grandpa?...You'll be callin' me gramps next!

Valley: Granddad. You don't have to go after Wilson...I think miss Drew might have that covered.

[jayreyen]

I wasn't planning on posting art here because this is a "writing" blog but here's my oc x Alex

[fullshine]

on my way to give bouquets to all the bachelors and bachelorette of Pelican town.

And then dig through the trash.

[yuzuna123]

base color!

wip by Cloud!

[landfilloftrash]

look out, she’ll steal the breath right outta your chest

[ritens]

Kadden Ria [2017, 2021]