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theygender · 11 months

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TLT fans: did you guys know about the real Wake? I hadn't heard about her until we covered World War II in my world civ class this semester

Nancy Grace Augusta Wake (1912-2011) was a covert operative who was at the top of the Nazi's most wanted list in WW2, nicknamed "The White Mouse" for her ability to repeatedly evade capture. She was born in New Zealand with Māori heritage, grew up in Australia, and joined the Resistance after traveling to Europe and witnessing the harsh treatment of Jews in Vienna by the Nazis

Wake worked in the Pat O'Leary Line escape network until her Resistance organization was compromised by the Germans in 1942. After that she fled on foot across the Pyrenees—with several close calls that she escaped by flirting with German soldiers—and made her way to England to join the Special Operations Executive. She was part of a three person team codenamed "Freelance" which parachuted into occupied France. During this operation she got stuck in a tree after her parachute became tangled in its branches. The local Resistance leader who found her reportedly said “I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year" to which she replied "Cut out that French bullshit and get me out of this tree"

While working in the Freelance operation Wake once biked 500 km (310 mi) without stopping in the span of 72 hours across Nazi territory to retrieve a new radio and codes after her team's were destroyed in a Gestapo raid. Without this feat, Freelance would not have been able to communicate with London and there would have been no more supply drops to support their Resistance organization. During the war she was also part of a raid which destroyed the Gestapo headquarters in Montluçon, in which she reportedly killed a Nazi sentry with her bare hands to prevent him from raising an alarm

Wake's fellow operatives described her as "a real Australian bombshell. Tremendous vitality, flashing eyes. Everything she did, she did well. She was an excellent shot, excelled at fieldcraft and put the men to shame by her cheerful spirit and strength of character." "She is the most feminine woman I know until the fighting starts. Then she is like five men." "We both came to the conclusion that she was 10 times the man I would ever be"

By the time of her death in 2011, Wake had been awarded the George Medal by Britain; the Medal of Freedom by the United States; the Médaille de la Résistance, the Croix de Guerre (x3), and the Légion d’Honneur by France; and the Badge in Gold by New Zealand. Due to a complicated relationship with Australia, she originally refused to accept any awards from the Australian government, saying that they could "stick their medals where the monkey stuck his nuts." In 2004, however, she accepted the honor of Companion of the Order of Australia as well

#the locked tomb #commander wake #awake remembrance of these valiant dead kia hua ko te pai snap back to reality oops there goes gravity #harrow the ninth #tamsyn muir #world war ii #world war 2 #nancy wake #nancy grace augusta wake #rambling #idk what exactly to do with this information but i thought it was really cool #and let me tell you. the fact that commander wake seems to be based on a key resistance op in WW2 at the top of the nazis most wanted list #does NOT make john and his empire look good. in case we needed anymore hints #ww2 tw #nazis tw #herstory #nona the ninth #greatest hits

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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a golf outing - h.styles

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pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

warnings: my former apology for not knowing too much about golf but enough to write this!

he’s four strokes up on the back nine, and he’s grumbling. it’s no fun to play with him, he takes it too seriously and it doesn’t help that a crowd has grown around the course.

“the winds fine, love, just putt already.” it’s your turn to grumble, taking a seat in the golf cart. he’s spent the past three minutes adjusting his grip on the club and waiting for the so called wind to die down.

he mumbles some words you can’t hear. the sounds of the giggles from fans gathering around were growing louder. you know he’ll blame them, the wind, or you for his lack of skill this afternoon.

you’d dressed a little too skimpy for the cold weather. in your white golf skirt and tightly knit wool woven pink sweater, it’s all his mind can think about. fuck the ball he’s been trying to tap into the hole, he’s too preoccupied.

finally getting it in, the crowd around you erupts in a cheer. he just gives his fans a little wave before picking up the ball and returning to the golf cart where you’re sat, “you’re the worst to play with.” you scoff moving to the passenger seat, allowing him to drive.

you’d been golfing since you were a little girl, you’d known how to play a good round on some of the worst and best courses. harry was still an amateur, despite his many rounds he gets in during tour, you wouldn’t ever invite him to Augusta with your father.

“one day I’ll get that invite.” he looks over at you before stopping at the next hole, you just laugh. your dads competitiveness would scare the singer off, and Harry’s hyper fixation with checking the wind would send the whole trip down the drain.

“focus on this next hole, would you? you’ll need a different club. knowing you, you’ll end up in the sand.” you toss him the club he’ll need before he scopes out the next hole. it’s different than the last, it’ll take an average of five strokes, but at Harry’s rate it’ll take him at an average ten.

“you go first, my lady.” he moves out of your way. you bend over placing your ball on the green before adjusting for the swing.

he’s watching you, green eyes glued to your stance, the way your hands grip the club, eyes close and shut before you lift the golf club up and swing at the ball. a perfect shot.

his mouth opens slightly, fans run towards the flag where you indeed just hit a hole in one. girls scream and cheer you on, while harry stands star struck.

you turn around to face with a big grin. he sighs, setting his ball on the green where you stand, “I’m never getting that invite to Augusta.” he turns to you, lips quickly pecking your cheek in congratulations.

“you’re cute to think you’d ever be invited in the first place.”

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copiouscouples · 1 year

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Random Thoughts on the Queen Charlotte series

It was near perfection. I’d give it a 9.5 out of 10. The 0.5 mark down would be for three reasons:

1) Nobody asked to see Lady Danbury incessantly humped by that toothless grandpa known as her husband. NO. BODY.

2) There was a little sloppiness transitioning from Charlotte’s outburst to Princess Augusta (which was justified - she just found out about her husband’s mental health issues) to writing him letters and seemingly wanting him back - I wanted to see more of her thoughts as she went through this phase.

3) You can’t introduce a character, make us fall in love with him, and then just ghost us about his whereabouts. What happened to Reynolds?

There was also some sloppiness with the Adolphus/Lady Danbury thing they had going. Like I didn’t really see their connection/chemistry. It felt very rushed. But I didn’t care about that storyline so I’m not taking off points for that.

We got a DRY spell sexy times wise in season 2, but QC BROUGHT the 🔥🔥🔥! That Even Days episode rivals episode 6 of season 1.

The reason I can’t quit Shonda is that she does one thing better than any other show runner out there currently. She knows how to find leads that have insane chemistry. We saw it on Grey’s and Scandal. And we definitely saw it with Charlotte and George.

It was heartbreaking AF but such a beautiful love story.

You went through all the emotions but you still laughed.

I did not have Lady Danbury having her first O with Violet’s dad on my bingo card. But I was surprisingly OK with it.

Even though it was apparent that Lady Danbury was little more than a possession to her husband, she really had his back. She was supportive AF, but I cheered with her and her maid were excited about his death. Ding dong the witch is dead.

Life for women was bleak AF back in the day even for royals. Princess Augusta alluded to a lot of crappy stuff she had to deal with.

Let me get all philosophical for a moment. Watching that doctor’s “treatment plan” for George was horrifying. What are our doctors doing now that will horrify people in the future? (Methinks it’s the overprescribing of certain pills but that’s a rant for another day.)

Brimsley and Reynold’s loyalty and investment in their king and queen was really heartwarming to watch.

This show had me crying like it was an episode of This Is Us. Stop it. But don’t, cuz I loved it.

I’m sure more thoughts will come to me. But I loved this show. For a spinoff, it’s better than the original. I was expecting it to be on par, but it surpassed it.

#queen charlotte #bridgerton

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theroyalhouseofwindenburg · 13 days

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Deception & Reunion

In the short time since King Edward ascended to the throne, his actions have left a profound impact on Windenburg. With the skies clearing of smoke and homes being rebuilt, the kingdom began to flourish once more. One of Edward's earliest acts as King was to restore his sister Augusta's rightful titles. In a grand ceremony held at Windenburg Castle, King Edward crowned Augusta as Princess once again, reinstating her household and all the privileges that had been taken from her years ago. Additionally, Edward orchestrated the exhumation of late Queen Fiona's remains from the Tower, granting her a proper burial in the vault beneath Westsimster Abbey. This gesture held immense significance for Augusta, who had long yearned for the opportunity to know her mother and was previously forbidden from speaking of her.

Despite the renewed hope and progress in Windenburg, darkness still persisted. Within the confines of Windenburg Castle, on a chilling Autumn night, Queen Cordelia lay nestled in her chambers, the warmth of the hearth casting gentle flickers of light across the room. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a thunderous banging on her chamber door, echoing through the stillness of the castle.

Intrigued yet cautious, Cordelia rose from her bed, she approached the heavy oak door, the rhythmic pounding growing louder with each step. With a deep breath, she unlocked the latch and pulled the door open, only to be greeted by an empty corridor. Confusion knitted her brow as she glanced around, expecting to see her guards stationed nearby, but they were nowhere to be found.

A sense of unease crept over her, prompting Cordelia to step into the corridor, she moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly against the walls. As she rounded a corner, another noise pierced the silence, causing her to halt in her tracks. Her heart raced as she turned, her candlestick trembling slightly in her grasp.

There, hiding in the shadows, stood a figure clad in dark attire, the glint of steel catching her eye. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief. She had stumbled upon an armed intruder, a threat lurking within the very halls of her castle. Time seemed to slow as she struggled to comprehend the danger before her.

In a moment of terror, Cordelia's grip faltered, and the candlestick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor with a resounding thud. The sound echoed through the corridor, a stark reminder of the perilous situation unfolding around her.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky over Windenburg, a sense of unease settled over the castle. Queen Cordelia's continued absence was unusual, her presence normally a steadfast pillar within the fortress walls. In his chambers, King Edward lay in a peaceful slumber, the gentle morning sun filtering through the ornate windows.

Lady Philippa, a trusted advisor known for her composed demeanor, entered the chamber with purpose. Her voice, though calm, carried an undertone of concern as she called out to rouse Edward from his sleep. The news of a Tartosan-flagged ship's sighting added a layer of intrigue to the morning. Edward's awakening was met with a humble smirk, a blend of curiosity and anticipation evident in his expression. He sought clarification from Philippa regarding his mother's possible return, her response tinged with a subtle hint of doubt.

That morning, a bustling scene unfolded along the Windenburg coastline. Tents were meticulously pitched, and the diligent servants ensured an abundance of food was prepared for the anticipated guests' arrival. King Edward, amidst the festivity, gazed out toward the sea where the Tartosan-flagged ship approached, its arrival met with cheers and jubilation from the gathered crowd. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Edward's mind was consumed with concern for his missing mother. He struggled to push aside the nagging feeling of uncertainty, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

Standing next to Edward, Lord Richard, who had taken on the roles of Lord Protector and Regent, provided comforting words, assuring the king that everything would be fine. He ventured to speculate that Cordelia could possibly be visiting relatives in Bagley. As Richard moved away, Edward's mind wandered, grappling with the uncertainty of his mother's whereabouts and the perplexing circumstances surrounding her sudden disappearance.

As the ship finally docked at the shore, a flurry of activity ensued. The Dowager Queen Margaery and Empress Mary, accompanied by their entourage, disembarked from the vessel. Among the welcoming throng, Lady Jane rushed forward to greet her long-absent mother. It had been 21 years since their parting, and Jane's joy at seeing Margaery again was palpable. Emotions ran high as Lady Dorethea embraced Margaery warmly, tears of disbelief streaming down her cheeks. Years of uncertainty and doubt had led them to believe that Margaery would never return to Windenburg, adding to the emotional weight of this reunion.

In a dark, stone room, Cordelia lay sprawled on a rough straw mattress. The cold, damp air clawed at her skin, permeating every breath with a musty stench that hung heavy in her lungs. The rhythmic drip of water echoed ominously, a constant reminder of her captivity in this dismal abyss.

As her consciousness reluctantly resurfaced, Cordelia's senses were assaulted by the oppressive atmosphere. With a pained groan, she struggled to sit up, her mind reeling with disorientation and fear.

"Where am I?" Her voice quivered, lost in the suffocating darkness. "How did I end up here?" The questions lingered in the air, unanswered echoes that only intensified the sense of foreboding that enveloped her.

As the haze of confusion slowly dissipated, Cordelia pieced together the grim sequence of events that had led her to this desolate place. She had been snatched, taken hostage by an unknown assailant. But why had this happened? And where was her captor now?

Unbeknownst to Cordelia, the Jacoban Clergy had struck a dark bargain with the newly appointed Lord Lorus Landgraab. They tempted him with a substantial sum to utilize his castle, situated on the Isle near Aarbyville, as the ideal site for Cordelia's secretive imprisonment. Lorus, barely 18 and naive to the clergy's ulterior motives, accepted the offer.

After a failed attempt to break free, Cordelia's desperate cries for help echoed fruitlessly in the sealed chamber. The solid door stood as an impenetrable barrier, leaving her trapped in a state of utter despair. She sank to her knees, hands gripping her face, questioning her fate with a heavy heart.

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fangirlshrieks · 2 years

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How did Neville develop a Mommy Kink?

a/n: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I just got really busy and time has been passing by faster than I thought. Here's something I finished back in May but never got the chance to post.

I think it is a popular head cannon that Neville has a mommy kink, but what I want to know is how you guys think he developed this kink? Feel free to reblog this, send me a message in my inbox, comment with your opinion, make your own post, etc. on how he developed this kink. Please, I'm dying to know! I just want more Neville content 😩

Parings: Neville Longbottom x fem! reader

Warnings: smut!, fluff!, mommy kink!

Summary: How Neville developed a mommy kink.

This is just how I imagined Neville developed a mommy kink:

First of all, it definitely stems from his mommy issues

Poor boy didn't have a mommy 😢 (I mean he does but she doesn't remember him after Bellatrix tortured her 🥲)

But I think it probably started in his first year, it didn’t develop full on but just began to bloom

After melting Seamus’s cauldron in Snape’s poisons lesson and red boils spring up all over his body he was sent to the hospital wing

I think it was here where he developed sort of a small crush on Madam Pomfrey

I think Madam Pomfrey might have known about Neville’s parents, considering she was one of the best healers and probably made frequent trips to Saint Mungos, and knew he lived with his grandmother.

Madam Pomfrey knew Neville’s gran, Augusta, before his parents went insane

Before the incident Augusta was a cheerful woman who adored her son and loved her daughter-in-law

After they were sent to live in Saint Mungos for the rest of their lives, Augusta became more stern and raised Neville in their shadow

It’s not that Augusta didn’t love Neville, she did, but she was not the warm sweet woman she once was. She was broken inside

Neville sometimes wished his gran showed him that she loved him

Even at age 11 he couldn’t remember a time when his gran held him. Not that she could anyways, she was an old woman

So when Madam Pomfrey made a fuss about Neville when he entered the hospital wing, it tugged on a few strings in his heart

She made him drink a potion that would help with the boils and bandaged him up

He cried through the whole thing as the boils became more painful by the second

He would have to stay overnight as it would take a couple hours for the boils to go away

She gave him a sweet to calm him down and held his hand for a while

She hushed him and whispered that it would be okay and for him to be more careful next time

He tried to go to sleep that night but he couldn’t

He quietly whimpered under the covers from the pain

When Madam Pofrey heard his cries she got her candle lamp and some more healing potions and headed to sit besides Neville

Neville was startled a bit but when he saw that it was Madam Pomfrey he hugged her tightly

He wailed that he was in pain

Madam Pomfrey was a bit surprised but felt pity for the boy and rubbed her hand up and down his back to calm him down

Neville had felt safe in Madam Pomfrey's arms and wondered if this is what it would be like if his mother could comfort him

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That obviously wasn’t Neville’s last trip to the hospital wing

After he broke his wrist from crash landing a broomstick during his very first flying lesson, he was sent to the hospital wing for the second time

Madam Pomfrey held Neville’s hand as he cried

But she was able to fix his arm in no time

Neville stayed in the hospital wing for about an hour afterwards so Madam Pomfrey could make sure that he was properly healed

Although Madam Pomfrey scolded Neville for hurting himself again, she comforted him

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After that day he felt sort of an affinity towards Madam Pomfrey

He saw Madam Pomfrey as sort of a maternal figure

But this made him sad because he missed his own mother even though there wasn't a time he could remember having a mother

He just wished that his mother and father could remember who he was and they could be a family

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Then over the years he found a maternal figure in Professor Sprout

She was one of the first professors at Hogwarts to truly believe in his abilities

Outside of class Neville helped Professor Sprout with projects she had for other students in different years

Whenever Neville did a good job Professor Sprout would always say “good job Neville” and compliment him on his achievements

This filled Neville with pride and he wanted to keep making Professor Sprout proud

He once accidentally called Professor Sprout “mum” when he was helping her repot a few plants at the beginning of his third year

He was so embarrassed but thankful it didn’t happen during class

This definitely surprised Professor Sprout but she took pity on the boy and pretended like she didn’t hear what he had said

He left earlier than usual that day

But before he could leave that day she told him that his parent would be proud of him and that she was proud of him

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When he met you he slowly began to fall in love

He knew who you were since first year but you two had never really talked much

But then one day during third year, the two of you were paired up together for potions

Professor Snape had paired you two together because he was tired of Neville managing to mess up another potion and you were one of his top students so Professor Snape hoped to have a stress free day

You actually taught Neville how to make the potion properly and taught him the importance of each ingredient

You were not condescending in any way, like Professor Snape was, but you were actually kind and understanding and you took every opportunity to help Neville learn from his mistakes

Neville appreciated this greatly and after that week the two of you quickly became friends and you were his occasional tutor

During his tutoring sessions he would try his very best to learn the subject he was having trouble with

Whenever he mastered something you would boost his ego with words of affirmation

“See I knew you could do it!”

“Good Job!”

“You’re doing amazing!”

He would work hard on his studies just to hear those words

To be honest you were the mom friend of the group (it's me, I’m the mom friend of the group and the oldest sibling so I’m basically my younger siblings second mother)

Always making sure everyone was safe at parties, making sure your friends ate and drank water, and keeping up with their studies

One day you found Neville crying

You were looking for him because you wanted to return his herbology notebook

You went to find him in the Gryffindor common room but he wasn’t there and he wasn’t in his dorm either

It was getting late and you were worried about him

So you went searching for him

You checked all his usual hiding spots until you remember that he loved to hang out in the green house

As you approached the green house you quietly opened the glass door

It didn’t look like anyone was there and you were about to leave until you heard quiet sobs coming from the far end of the green house

You tipped toed closer to the noise and noticed Neville was curled up in the fetal position under the table with his back facing you

“Neville?” you whispered and squatted down to his level.

He froze and held his breath to stop crying but didn’t turn around

“Neville, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine” he choked. “Just… just go away”

“Neville, I’m not leaving you here like this” you said, joining him under the table sitting near his head. You sat with your legs to one side

“Are you hurt?” you asked.

He shook his head no

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t say anything but shifted uncomfortably. He wiped away a few tears before speaking.

“No one will let me in the Gryffindor common room”

You had heard about Neville losing a list of passwords to get into the Gryffindor common room letting Sirius Black almost kill Harry Potter. That’s why the castle was on high alert.

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Neville since then and didn’t know what punishment he received until now

“I’m not allowed to know the password anymore” Neville sniffled.

You stared pitifully at the back of Neville’s head

“And Gran sent a howler this morning” at this Neville started to cry again.

You scooted closer to Neville and started to comb through his hair with your fingers to calm him down.

You were late to breakfast that morning and didn’t see Neville there. He must have left before you got there

You knew his grandmother could be harsh with her words, but you didn’t understand why he was suddenly upset about this

“My parents would never had done something so stupid”

Your hand froze, Neville never spoke about his parents. You had assumed they were dead because he was living with his grandmother.

Then you scooted closer to Neville so that he could put his head in your lap and continue to pet his hair

He didn’t fight it but once his head was in your lap a sob escaped his lips

“Neville, you can’t be so hard on yourself. It was an honest mistake”

Then he weeped even harder and started to babble about his parents but you couldn’t understand

“It’s not fair” he sobbed

You didn’t know what to do so you just comforted him brushing his hair

It took him a couple of minutes before he calmed down

“They were auror’s you know” he muttered

“I was one when it happened. When they were tortured by the death eater, Bellatrix Lestrange,” he sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand.

“They were sent to Saint Mungos, where they live now. They don’t even know who I am”

Hearing this broke your heart and a few tears left your eyes

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After that day you spent more time with Neville

He didn’t mean to be so vulnerable with you but he was glad to have finally told someone

And he was especially grateful that you didn’t tell anyone about it

For a couple of weeks you were more touchy with him

He felt awkward at first but he liked the occasional hugs and when you played with his hair

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When he left home that summer he found himself thinking about you often

He was happy to see that he received a letter from you the first week he was home and the two of you would write to each other

He kept all your letters in a shoe box

He missed you and looked forward to when he could see you again

Then one night he found himself falling asleep to rereading your letters

He dreamt about you for the first time, in what would be a series of dreams

The two of you were sitting under a tree and he was laying in your lap

You were playing with his hair, like you occasionally did in real life

He was looking up at you and he found himself staring at your eyes

He never realized how pretty your eyes were or how your lips were shaped so perfectly

You smiled down at him and he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing in the world

He instantly felt butterflies in his stomach and felt the heat rise to his face

You caressed his cheek and then you leaned down to kiss him

Then he was abruptly woken up by his alarm clock

There was cold sweat on Neville’s forehead and his heart was pounding

“Oh no” he said laying down in his bed

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And his crush on you started his mommy kink started

He couldn’t get you out of his mind

Wherever he went, he found himself thinking about you

He even started to have multiple dreams about you

Some were cute innocent dreams were the two of you would cuddle

And some were not so innocent

But as a young teenager in the 90s with no sex eduaction he didn’t really know what was going on down there for girls so all he could dream about were your boobs, thighs, hips, and ass

A particular recurring dream he would have was were the two of you were naked and he would lay his head in your lap and suck on your tits

In his dream you would brush your fingers through his hair like you would do in real life to help calm him down

As he nuzzled into your chest he would get a raging erection

One of your hands would stay playing with his hair while the other slowly made its way to touch him

And every time he would wake up in a cold sweat and find a mess in his briefs

He didn’t mind the dreams but the closer school was approaching the more terrified he was about how he would act around you

Let’s just say that there were plenty of embarrassing moments for him

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When the two of you finally became a couple in the middle of 6th year and the two of you had taken your relationship slow, not that you really had a choice

You had only gotten together after winter break and afterwards things were pretty much the same; except with more kissing and hand holding obviously

Then after Dumbledors death at the end of your sixth year marked off the start of the war

It was pretty difficult to have a physical relationship with Neville during your seventh year with the war going on and having to make sure Neville didn’t get hurt in his attempts to stand up to the Carrows

It wasn’t until after leaving Hogwarts when the two of you moved in together that the two of you decided to have sex for the first time

You found out Neville was a little on the submissive side in bed after a couple of months which you didn’t mind at all

But the way you found out about his mommy kink was on accident

You were riding his face furiously one night and screaming his name

Neville's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as usual as he eat you out

His mind was foggy and he wasn’t really understanding what he was saying

Not that you could hear him anyway as his mouth was full of pussy

But the things he was mumbling into your pussy were his most secret thoughts

"Use me, please use me"

"I'm yours"

"I want to be under your control"

"Let me please you"

"Mommy"

All these things came out as incomprehensible moans and cries

But as you reached your crashing point your breathing quickened and you tugged on his hair

Neville mewled at his hair being pulled and groped at your thighs and hips to pull you closer to him as you came all over his mouth and chin

As you sat up from Neville’s face he whimpered a quiet "mommy" with his eyes blissfully closed, a smile on his face, and your juices glistening on his lips

Hearing Neville call you "mommy" gave you butterflies in your stomach

You sat on his bare chest as he came down from his high

It was only after he had caught his breath and stared up at you did he find you already looking down at him fondly

“Is that what you want to call me?” you smirked and brushed a strand of hair out of his face

“What?” Neville was completely confused

“Mommy?” you said dreamily

Then his eyes widened in horror. He was never supposed to say that out loud. You were never supposed to find out

Neville was so embarrassed all he could do was hid his face into your legs

You giggled at this

You thought he was so cute when ever he turned red

"Please can we just forget about that!" He said trying to get out from under you

Then you sat on his neck with his chin right under your pussy and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head

"Where do you think you're going?" You said in a stern voice

Neville just looked up at you eye lids half closed and a whimper escaping his lips

He could feel his dick twitch at the feeling of being chocked by your thighs

"Mommy's not done with you yet"

Neville's bottom lip quivered as you caressed his face between your thighs

His hardened cock ached for your touch but all it could do was stain against his stomach

"Mommy" he managed to yelp out

That was the beginning of a long night

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lindstromm · 9 months

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Bartholomew Brimsley. He's an only child and an orphan who misses his parents, per the book. Reynolds, on the other hand, has two older sisters. Fandom can make up any backstory for Brimsley and Reynolds that it wants (and it will), but if you're curious about what the book says about their families, here it is:

"Sisters," Reynolds said with a knowing chuckle.

"Have you any?" Brimsley asked. He suddenly realized he didn't know. And he wanted to.

"Sisters?" Reynolds repeated. "Two. Both older. You?"

Brimsley shooks his head. "It was only me. My parents had me late in life." And then, even though Reynolds hadn't asked, he said, "They're gone now."

"I'm sorry."

"So am I," Brimsley said softly. He'd been alone for so long. Maybe it was why he loved palace life so much. It had given him a place to belong. But he did not want to grow maudlin.

from p.167. More from the book about our favorite valets below the cut.

Brimsley found out he would be attending the Queen only a week before she arrived. from page 31:

Sophronia Pratt, head maid to Princess Augusta, had pulled him aside only last week and said, "You have been given the honor of serving our new queen." [Sophronia gives him instructions like teaching Charlotte "how we do things here." Brimsley irritates Sophronia by asking too many questions.] Pratt's eyes floated heavenward, and Brimsley, while not a skilled lipreader, was fairly certain she mouthed the words, Heaven help me. Heaven help them both. Honestly. He was getting thrown to the wolves, and they both knew it.

Pratt is the one who recommended Brimsley for the position. From page 33:

Brimsley wasn't stupid. Vain, perhaps, but not stupid. "I understand perfectly, ma'am," he said. "I thought you might," Pratt replied. "It is why I recommended you for this position." "Thank you, ma'am." Pratt gave him a look that said his thanks were beneath her. "Do you want to know the other reason I recommended you?" Brimsley was not sure that he did. "It is your face," Pratt said. "It is a bit like a fish." "Thank you?" He coughed. "Ma'am." "That is another reason, I suppose. I just insulted you, and you thanked me. You will get a lot of that from the Queen." Brimsley was not cheered by this. "Have you heard very much about her, then?" "Not a word," Pratt said briskly, "but royals are all the same in that regard. At any rate, your fish face lends you an air of perpetual disdain. You appear rather pleased with yourself, when we both know you have no reason to be." Brimsley was not sure he had ever been insulted so thoroughly, and if he were not the victim, he'd probably admire her for it. It was really rather deft.

That's his only conversation with Sophronia Pratt, thank god. Brimsley loves his new job, because of the status and the food. There's a hint here that Brimsley has gone hungry in the past, and that some of the maids weren't particularly nice to him before his promotion. Though he would be with a different group of maids and footmen when he moves to Buckingham House. From page 68:

He had been given a completely new uniform with a gold brocade vest, and the move to Buckingham House meant that he was at the top of the belowstairs hierarchy. Who could be more important than the chief servant to the Queen?

He might not sit at the head of the table in the servants' quarters -- that was the butler -- but he was at the butler's right hand.

He selected the choicest cuts of meat for his plate when they ate. He never had to worry about there being enough pudding for everyone because there was always enough pudding if you were the second person to be served.

Everyone looked at him differently, too. The maids no longer looked down their noses at him. Now he looked down his nose at them, even the ones who were taller, which, to be honest, was most of them.

Fish face, his ass. He was on top of the world.

Brimsley has several chapters in the book written from his point of view. In an inexcusable omission, none of the chapters are from Reynolds' point of view. This means we don't get the scene in which Reynolds tries to rescue George from Dr. Munro's torture. It's just not there. What we learn about Reynolds comes through in the chapters from George's or Brimsley's POV.

page 111:

[George] knew that Reynolds did not like it when he referred to himself as mad. They had been together since childhood, since before it became obvious that George would be King, and Reynolds would be, well, Reynolds. They had a bond of friendship and shared secrets.

Here's the part where Reynolds tells Brimsley how he ended up as King's Man, from p.270:

The two men found a place to sit, leaning against a bale of hay. Reynolds sighed. Brimsley did not think he had ever seen him so tired.

"Have I ever told you how I came by this job?" Reynolds said.

Brimsley tipped his head, letting the side of his forehead kiss against Reynolds's shoulder. "I imagine you were marked from a young age for your unmatched unction and superciliousness."

Reynolds gave him a little smirk, but there was a hint of good nature to it. "The King and I grew up together. I was His Majesty's playmate. We fished and climbed trees and were boys together."

Brimsley nodded. Reynolds had mentioned this. Not often; he tended to be circumspect about his background.

"I'm still not sure why the Palace allowed it," Reynolds continued. "They were monstrously strict about who got to spend time with the princes and princesses. I suppose it was because my mother was a trusted maid and my father a palace goldsmith. And I was the right age. Our birthdays are just two months apart."

"Who is the elder?" Brimsley asked.

"Me." Reynolds gave him one of those smiles he loved so much. "Of course."

"Of course."

"There was no one else for him unless some foreign dignitary or prince came to visit, but those were always awkward affairs. Two little boys dressed in their ridiculous finest and ordered to be friends."

"That does not sound as if it would go well."

"No," Reynolds mused, "it never did. Half the time they didn't even speak the same language. So it was just me. Me and George. I still called him George then."

"You don't now?"

Reynolds gave him a look. "You know I don't. And I certainly never did when anyone else was around when we were children."

Brimsley chuckled. "No, I can imagine that would not have gone over well."

"Of course I knew my station, but I liked Georgie. I liked him even when adults pushed me aside in their haste to bow and scrape to him." Reynolds looked up and grinned. It was a sentimental sort of smile, with the barest hint of something sad.

"He was affable," he continued. "And full of good humor. He put on no airs. I was perhaps the first to recognize his ... peculiarities. But I liked him no less. I was the closest thing he had to a friend, so I kept his secret. I sang distracting songs when he lost control of his thoughts. Held his arms down when they trembled."

He looked at Brimsley more directly. "I hid him from his monstrous grandfather."

"That was good of you," Brimsley said quietly. He had heard about George II. He had not been a kind man.

Reynolds nodded slowly, the kind one did not when one is agreeing, but when one is remembering. "When it came time to follow my father into the Goldsmith's Guild, I asked to stay with George instead. It would not be as lucrative, but I made the choice gladly. Because he needed me. And because --"

He swallowed.

"Because he knew my secrets, too. My own ... peculiarity. And he did not care. He kept my secret as I kept his. As I had to. Even from you."

"I'm sorry I was so angry with you," Brimsley said.

"I would have been the same way," Reynolds admitted.

There it is. Reynolds gave up on being a goldsmith, took a paycut, and stayed with George out of friendship, and because George accepted him as gay.

Reynolds doesn't say his parents have died. Reynolds is only 23 in the movie (King George III was 23 when he got married). It's possible his mother and father serve at the palace with him and he might see them occasionally.

This next scene was funny about Reynolds and his sisters, and it isn't in the movie. George is freaking out while Charlotte is in labor, and Reynolds assures him that this is normal. George gets snappish with him, p.297:

"You know this ... how?"

"Er, I've heard things."

"You've heard things," George repeated crossly.

"I have sisters. They both have children."

"Were you present for the births?" George wasn't sure why he was being such an ass to Reynolds. Probably he just needed to be an ass to someone, and he couldn't very well do it to the archbishop.

"I was not," Reynolds said in that ever-calm manner of his. "But they are both prodigious storytellers, and I was informed of every last detail."

The mental image of Reynolds trying to keep his composure while his sisters torment him with every last childbirth detail just cracks me up.

Anyway. Fandom will make up what it wants, but I thought I'd retype way too much of the book in case anyone was interested.

#queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #reynolds x brimsley #brimsley x reynolds #brimsley #reynolds #sam clemmett #freddie dennis #queen charlotte a bridgerton story

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WELCOME BACK SPORTS FANS >:]

Lets us all gather today to remember the legend 98 vash the stampede, who definitely didnt survive the augusta explosion and is not hiding his identity by letting his hair loose and wearing a simple outfit instead of his red coat.

Today the contestant has prepared an special outfit for the audience. What could he be hiding

Let us begin episode 18

SIKE! The contestant throws a flashback to the audience. And just like that he hits multiple points in one go: 1 "traumatizing event" point because someone important to him (kinda) was killed, 1 "action point" for not doing anything against knives' insults, 1 "TRAUMATIZING EVENT" POINT FOR LOSING HIS ARM WITH JUST A BULLET, 1 "TRAUMATIZING EVENT" FOR BEING VICTIM OF EXPERIMENTS WITH HIS OWN ARM, 1 "TRAUMATIZING EVENT" POINT FOR BEING FORCED TO USE THE ANGEL ARM AND 1 "BAD EVENT" POINT FOR THE WHOLE NIGHTMARE HOLY SHIT. THE CROWD GETS OFF THEIR SEATS AND CHEERS. WHAT A BEGINNING

After that shattering beginning, the contestant stays out of sight for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect chance to re enter the scene.

He enters the bar with a nice child. 1 "bad event" point because everyone aimed at him at the bar but, for a change, no one shoots at him. The contestant (in his clever disguise) gets kicked by Lina but because in this case was well deserved, the point will not be counted. Yeah, we also hate 90s writers sometimes.

But dont worry too much because the contestant has other ways to keep hitting points today. He goes outside, trying to avoid casualties. In his attempt to protect Lina, the contestant is threaten with an explosion (1 "bad event" point right there) and is obligated to bow to the criminals (1 "action" point). Now, although for most of you, dear audience, bowing is not a big deal, we are dealing with japanese media. In and outside of the trigun universe, what 98 vash eriks is doing is a drastic measure, so it will be counted.

Oh? speaking of drastic measures it seems like the bandits arent done. The contestant strikes 1 "action" point for following the indications of the bandit and act like a dog while naked. What does this action give our contestant? 1 "bad event" point because even when he did all that, he still gets shot at.

And when the audience would think they would get a break, wolfwood, our dear mvp, visits the contestant at the hospital. Even when unconscious, the contestant gets 1 "bad event" point for getting slapped in the face. Dear audience, now that the contestant is awake and that wolfwood is here, there are so many chances for him to get points.

In the talk alone he strikes 1 "bad event" point for getting visions of what he did, 1 "yikes statement" for mentioning his ache to live a quiet life after 150 years of existing and 1 "action" point for assuming wolfwood was there to make fun of him.

BUT DEAR AUDIENCE WE ARE NOT DONE. Outside of the hospital, Lina and her grandma are helping the contestant strike points. He gets 1 "action" point for trying to stop a bar fight and getting punched.

When he go back to the contestant he greets us with 1 "yikes statement" with his "whenever i do anything, people die." The crowd cries a little but wait! After wolfwood leaves, the contestant strikes 1 "action" point because of the way his face changes when knives was mentioned. He moves fast and strikes another "yikes statement" point when reflecting about his life and his attempts to get away from violence. He moves again and hits 1 "bad event" point for getting painful flashbacks of his past, 1 "yikes statement" point for asking the room what to do and 1 "action" point for crying. Its the legendary move that he usually doesnt use: The Triple Depressed Strike.

Now that he has heard the news about Lina, however, he makes a decision. And alongside it, a sad statement about not wanting to leave. 1 "yikes statement" point for him.

The contestant and wolfwood go to confront the bandits and save Lina. After that, he drops his clever disguise as eriks, and prepares to be vash the stampede once again

WOW OK this one was a heavy round dear audience. The contestant is truly giving it all. Today he got 23 points. 98 Vash broke his own record today! This means his new total is 157 points! DEAR AUDIENCE HE IS 2 POINTS AWAY FROM SURPASSING STAMPEDE VASH! INCREDIBLE!

Tune in tomorrow for more sports and for the start of his road trip with the mvp wolfwood

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #vashs score board of pain

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i dont think i have enough impulse control to stop myself frm posting these before valentines day

#im thinking of making their dialogue boxes and icons fit their themes.. im having fun brainstorming ideas #idk which of my ocs i wanna use for this..!!! i jump a lot between them so theres only like a handful im really actually attached to #augusta and serilda are also candidates.. im reworking serildas thing bc im not sure im completely happy with it so im gonna try #a different direction.. idk what direction exactly but i drew a lot of inspiration for her from aggretsuko and cheerful angry magical girls #so she'd probably still be violent.. like maybe a gyaru...??? im not really sure tbh. all i know is she dropkicks you while smiling #if i have enough energy maybe ill animate it a little. like a talking animation and the mouse switches between options #my art #myart #my oc #oc #presto #sleight #lucky #doodles #wip

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oooh is it Holi tomorrow? :DD can you give us some ideas or headcanons about James celebrating Holi with his parents/Sirius/Harry? <33

Honestly, depending on a few factors, everyone celebrates Holi on a different day (the traditions for Holi are different depending on the sect of Hinduism and region of celebration as well). Also, North Indian होली and Maharashtrian होळी (search up the differences in pronunciation, it's a bit hard to describe) are two completely different religious holidays. The Hindi होली (ho-lee) is equivalent to the Marathi "ranga panchami" (ranga- colour, panchami- fifth day of a lunar cycle). As far as I know, the Marathi होळी doesn't have an equivalent.

The traditions I'm going by are my family traditions— the Marathi traditions of my region— so i hope you enjoy. Let's goooo!

Oh yeah, this is before Harry turns eleven and goes to Hogwarts.

The day of होळी signifies the first day of spring in Maharashtra. Every year, the members of the Black-Potter family start the day by watching the sunrise together with cups of spicy chaha (marathi for chai).

The day is pretty much the usual, except for food. James cooks up a storm in the kitchen, making all the pancha pakwaan (pancha- five, pakwaan- dishes) with puran poli (a sweet flatbread), three different vegetables, rice, amti (somewhat like daal, either drunk from the bowl or poured over rice), and a traditional dessert. They invite the Weasleys, the Marauders and the Longbottoms over, and have a veritable feast for lunch and dinner. A very chaotic affair, but the Black-Potters love it.

All three of them absolutely adore panchamrut (pancha- five, amrut- nectar of the Gods. It's made of five ingredients- milk, ghee, sugar, curd, honey). Once James is done with his pooja and the naividya (the first morsel/sip of any food/drink is always offered to the Gods), the three of them pounce on the drink with all the vigour of someone who hasn't had anything to eat for days.

As the evening draws closer, Harry, the Weasley kids, Neville, and Lily and Remus out to the woods that surround the house and collect dried wood for. Meanwhile, James, Sirius and Peter gather the panchamrut and a bite each of the pancha pakwaan, and ready the porch for lighting a safe fire with the help of the Molly, Arthur, Augusta, Alice and Frank.

Just as the sun sets, the bonfire is lit, and the blaze reaches high into the sky within minutes, helped along by magic. Everyone sits around it in a circle, closing their eyes and praying— the fire signifies the destruction of the bad energy of the previous year and the purification of the soul for a better new year. Holi is the first day of spring, a mark of new beginnings, a symbol of clean slates and fresh starts. The Holi fire is where you throw all your baggage of the last year so it burns till it is gone, to prepare yourself for the upcoming year.

The pancha pakwaan and panchamrut are poured into the fire to loud cheers from the children, and then the real festivities begin. Everyone walks around the fire in a circle, howling at the top of their lungs. The sounds are slightly terrifying, especially when the darkness really sets in and the only light is the massive bonfire, but Harry loves the ferality of the entire thing. It's primal, the way the war cries rise up with the fire, echoing throughout the massive grounds of Potter Manor like the echoes of screaming ghosts.

Sometimes, Harry, Ginny and the Weasley twins start war dances instead of the howling. Those times, Bill and Charlie eagerly join in along with James, Lily and Alice, and the hard and fast thumping of their feet on the packed mud porch makes it seem like an earthquake is cracking the ground open.

Other times, they write their mistakes, insecurities, bad thoughts and regrets of the past year onto slips of paper and throw them into the fire, to signify the new start. Last year does not matter anymore; it is done and you cannot change it. You can have a new beginning, though, and Harry vows every year that he will be a better person.

James loves these times, where everyone he cares about is close to him and glowing with happiness. Holi is his favourite festival, because it is the day he and Sirius kissed for the first time. It is the day he remembers with fondness— childhood years spent with his parents and grandparents and cousins in a crowded wada (kind of like a palace but the size varies from anywhere between four bedrooms to like 70), sneaking panchamrut from under his mother's nose, dancing Garba around the fire with his Gujju friends in India, the day the Potter family first moved to Britain right before his 11th birthday. People expect his favourite festival to be Diwali or Ganpati Chaturthi because they are loud and huge and phenomenal celebrations, but his favourite is this— all his favourite people in the same place with the same happy smile and the same traditions that he loved when he had blood family.

Holi is a festival for families and loved ones, and the Black-Potters have a lot of love to go around. Family isn't defined by blood, after all.

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Hello!

I wanted to ask if you have a post and/or any specific thoughts about hats (fashion, style, etiquette, etc.) in HP (either in general or specifically in your Society/Ton AU). I'm not particularly good at drawing things worn on the head yet, but witches and wizards in general seem like the types to gravitate towards elaborate headgear (e.g., stuffed vultures) and I enjoy your posts/descriptions of clothing (and wish I could touch some of those textiles), so I thought I might ask if you had any specific thoughts!

Cheers, Momo

This is such a fun question!

Extremely elaborate headgear is absolutely a hobby (or, you know, a complex, teeth-bearing competition) for many members of the magical community. The larger and more distinguished one's hat the better. Augusta Longbottom caused teeth-gnashing envy when she first walked into an afternoon tea with a vulture on her hat. It was the millinery sensation of the season and no one ever forgot it.

Hats help make a statement, whether that statement is 'I love salamanders' or 'The Minister is a tit'.

Generally, I would say evening headgear is much fancier and less whimsical that daytime headgear. Daytime hats can have 17 dancing salamanders, but what if one of the poor dears fell into your soup at dinner? Evening headgear goes more toward very rich fabrics and trims and fewer live creatures.

The non-magically born have a really hard time with hats, generally, and go for smaller and less obvious options.

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #hats

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𝙊𝙡𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩

"𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣."

BASICS

Name: Olympia Victoria Somerset

Birthday: 24th of December, 1838

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Weight: 58kg

Height: 1.56m

Religion: Anglican

Eye colour: Hazel

Hair colour: Brown with red undertones

Faceclaim: Romy Schneider (especially in the Sissi Trilogy)

FAMILY

Mother: Augusta Sophia Somerset, neé Foredale

From a family of earls, she was beautiful and incredibly cunning, trained from a young age to be the perfect socialite and score the best husband possible, and my, many illustrious men courted her... Lord Somerset included.

She saw potential in him and the two swore to marry once the season was over, and they did, and fell in love along the way, especially after Olympia was born. The two of them share a special bond.

Father: Benedict George Somerset

Benedict is a quiet, shy but kind and warm man of few words and blushes easily. He always had a crush on the Lady Foredale, and when she started pursuing him, he was even more smitten now that the two of them actually interacted.

Though it was at first one-sided, Augusta grew to love him as well after their daughter Olympia was born. The two of them had a happy and loving marriage until 1868, when Benedict died of lung cancer, for he was a heavy smoker.

Other relatives: William George Somerset, older brother

Will and Olympia grew up close-knit, and he always regarded her opinion and help often since childhood. They were very close and rarely had secrets between them.

The moment Olympia knew that he was pursuing her lady’s maid, she hatched a plan for the lovebirds to be married and happy, for none of the ladies of the Season of 1856 were worthy of him: too arrogant and narrow-minded.

When her brother married Helene in secret, she was there as a witness and was a big help to convincing their mother to allow the marriage... for Helene was with child. She also promised to marry someone of rank in order to restore balance. And indeed, she succeeded.

Friends: TBD

Significant Other: Edward Josiah Barton, Duke of Burlingham

Olympia was very much Augusta’s daughter, and she proved her by successfully courting the duke of Burlingham, a handsome, tall, honest and incredibly wealthy man who was fourth cousin of the Prince of Wales and was descendant of George II. He fell head over the heels for her and she soon grew to love him in her own way, telling herself “one can fall for a duke like women in books fall for beggars.” and Edward proved to be a loving and warm husband. He never once mistreated her or even thought of having mistresses, having eyes only for his beloved Olympia. Together they had a son, Albert. Sadly, the birth had been so difficult, Olympia swore off having more children, and Edward was incredibly supportive. They lived a happy life until his death in 1885.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Cheerful, witty, smart and mishievous, Olympia loved a good time and is in love with life, and is truly optimistic, but has that haughtiness that many noble ladies possess, though she rarely has to show it.

Positive traits: Cheerful, witty, optimistic

Negative traits: Mischivieous, haughty and proud

Guilty pleasure: Spanish wine

HOMETOWN

Winbourne Estate, Leeds, England (1838-1857)

Olympia grew up lacking nothing and asking for nothing, and was close with her brother William, enough to be her witness on his secret wedding to Helene Greengrass. They remained tight-knit until his death in 1873

Duchy of Burlingham, York, England (1857-1904)

Her new home was full of rules and protocol, and though she didn’t like it much, she did her best to adapt and make of this enormous castle her house, and she succeeded.

BACKSTORY

Olympia Victoria Somerset was born on the 24th of December, 1838, of Benedict and Augusta Somerset. She had an older brother, William, whom she was close to and she even aided him in marrying her lady’s maid, Helene Greengrass. She was clueless of her background until her niece Victoria was born.

In 1857, after the marriage of William, in order to keep them married, Olympia promised her ambitious mother to marry someone of rank instead, and she met during that Season Edward Barton, Duke of Burlingham. The two hit it off and married that summer.

And the rest, is history

MISC

Olympia is one of the best educated ladies in Winbourne, with full knowledge of history, courtly manners, the ancient and modern languages, court dances, reciting poetry, horse-riding, fan language, embroidering, lettering and painting

She’s the godmother of Victoria, and she adored her daughter Primrose, always spoiling her rotten, as she had done with her niece

She liked to read Roman comedy and was soon aware of politics and activism, which scandalised the court

She lived to see Primrose’s victory against Buckingham and to stop her grandson George from stealing away the estate from Primrose, which caused estrangement between grandson and grandmother

She also loves singing and liked to sing to her relatives when they were sick

She was the one to commission a portrait of Victoria a year before she died with Primrose

She also taught Primrose the habit to keep a detailed diary

She even proposed for Primrose to marry George, and even set up a dinner when they were eight, but failed drastically, for George was a git

She liked to play the piano and the harp during gatherings, which made her popular among the court, and once played for the Prince of Wales

#hp victorian era #olympia somerset #victoria somerset #oc: primrose sabrina gray #edward barton #side characters #somerset family #oc profile

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Captain Gavin Johnson [NYTF]

“Don’t EVER tell me how to do my fucking job! I don’t need help! I can do it my-fucking-self! Get out!” The door slammed open, and David’s protests were drowned out by Gavin’s shouting. He snatched a file from his brother’s hands, before shoving the former-Captain-turned-Councilor out of Command Central. Gavin took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back, brushing off his slightly-wrinkled uniform, regaining his composure. "All of you. Inside." (Knight of Dawn, unknown chapter)

Quick Facts...

Full Name: Charles "Gavin" Johnson

Pronouns: he/him

Title: Captain of the Royal Guard of the State of Georgia (Formerly: Commander of Special Operations)

Gender: cismale

Sexuality: good question (Pansexual)

Birthday (Age at start): December 11th, 2161 (50)

Parents: Xavier Johnson (deceased), Elora "Emme" Ellis Johnson (deceased)

Siblings: David Rorric

Spouse: Marcie Augusta Olson

Children: Gretel Savannah Olson, Hansel Columbus Olson, Grady Juniper Yensey (adopted)

Notable physical features: freckle!, usually has ears fully loaded with jewelry, tries to present himself as having his life together (doesn't)

Personality: cheerful, generally easygoing unlike that excerpt, resourceful, loyal to his family, passionate, impatient, funny

Extended Introduction...

Gavin Johnson is the Captain of the Royal Guard, rising to the position after his older brother, David, was elected to the Council. Although his start into the military was rocky, Gavin has proven himself to be a capable leader. Unlike his older brother, Gavin was a unplanned surprise, ten years later, but his parents were still happy. Most of his childhood was spent in his brother's shadow, especially as military strategy and skill was not something that came natural to Gavin. He spent almost 4 years in the Academy, almost dropping out twice, and only managed to score an Army position because of his family name. Still, Gavin worked hard, moving his way up through the ranks and eventually becoming Commander of the Army under his father's time as Captain (so yes, at one time, there were three Johnsons within the 5 highest ranking military officers). Then, the Atlanta City Council bombing occurred, shaking the Royal Guard to its core, especially as its own members were involved in the planning and execution. Wracked with guilt, Captain Xavier Johnson "committed suicide", leaving David and Gavin to pick up the pieces of a falling-apart military and family. At this time, Gavin became Commander of Special Operations, as the only person David trusted to keep order. Under David's command, the Royal Guard went through major changes for the better. Gavin inherited this well-rebuilt military when he became Captain, as David became Councilor. To most characters, Gavin is the father figure in the Palace, and can befriend almost anyone he comes across. He is married to Marcie Olson and has two kids with her, Gretel and Hansel, but also adopted his best friends' daughter, Grady Yensey, after their untimely deaths defending Queen Adele.

NYTF WIP Intro

Tag List (reply or dm to be added or removed; I pulled from the old tag list + the call post): @author-a-holmes, @soul-write @flowerprose @ceph-the-ghost-writer @theglitchywriterboi @when-wax-wings-melt @thechaoticflowergarden @lyralit @penspiration-writing @samatedeansbroccoli @charlesjosephwrites @italiangothicwriteblr @thetruearchmagos @pineapple-lover-boy @unilightwrites @sanguine-arena @bardic-tales @joshuaorrizonte @blind-the-winds @circa-specturgia @hymnonlips @aloeverawrites @the-stray-storyteller @writeblrsupport @starlit-skys @kyuponstories @guessillcallitart @magic-is-something-we-create @talesofsorrowandofruin @writingonmymind @imslowlydisintegrating @worldsfromhoney

#writeblr #writing #character intro #oc intro #oc #original character #wip #wip excerpt #nytf #gavin johnson

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