#infinity.intro

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒  :

full  name  :  alina  starkov. nickname(s),  aliases,  etc  :  none  (  aurora  )  /  the  sun  summoner,  sankta  alina,  etc  (  canon  ). gender  identity  :  non  binary,  she  /  her. date  of  birth  :  august  8th. sexual  orientation  :  pansexual  panromantic. occupation  :  cartographer. parent(s)  :  oleska  &  lizabeta  starkov  (  aurora  )  /  unknown  (  canon  ). sibling(s)  :  none,  within  aurora  &  within  canon. children  :  none,  within  aurora  &  within  canon. pet(s):  none. height  :  five  foot  three  inches. hair  color  :  brown  (  aurora,  currently  )  /  white  (  canon  ). eye  color  :  brown.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

ONCE,  she  was  a  daughter.  only.  beloved.  born  to  russian  immigrants  who  sought  a  better  life.  alina  starkov  had  a  mother  with  eyes  the  color  of  molten  gold  and  soft  fingers,  the  kind  that  never  tug  too  roughly  &  a  father  with  strong  workers  arms,  best  used  for  hard  labour  &  carrying  her  on  his  back  at  the  end  of  a  young  day.  they  laughed  a  lot.  they  loved  more.  they  died  when  she  was  too  young  for  them  to  know  who  the  person  she  would  become,  and  she  hopes  that  they’d  be  proud  of  them. 

THEIR  CHILDHOOD  IS  LIVED  OUT  OF  A  SUITCASE.  she  is  moved  from  place  to  place.  distant  family  can  spare  a  few  months  for  her,  at  a  time,  but  she  is  always  reminded  not  to  get  too  comfortable.  her  parents  are  gone  &  she  never  knew  them,  really,  so  she  doesn’t  feel  their  absence  as  much  as  she  does  the  phantom  limb  at  her  side  where  she  feels  someone  once  existed,  someone  special,  warm,  solid  &  real  -  in  lieu  of  the  comfort  they  would  provide  if  only  she  could  find  them,  alina  drowns  in  knowledge.  she  reads  large  books  meant  for  those  her  senior.  she  learns  the  roads  between  houses  that  will  never  be  her  home,  learns  the  towns,  maps  them  out  in  her  mind  &  always  knows  the  best  way  back.  she  is  always  searching.  she  never  knows  what  for.

THEN,  she  is  just  a  little  girl  with  big  dreams  inside  her  head  &  large  words  inside  her  mouth.  she’s  afraid  of  the  dark  and  she  doesn’t  know   why,  only  that  sometimes  in  the  middle  of  a  storm,  her  instinct  is  to  turn  on  the  light,  though  it’s  never  the  lightswitch  on  the  wall.  she  never  knows  stability,  but  that’s  okay.  she  is  not  the  beautiful  flower,  carefully  tended  &  grown.  she  is  the  weed  that  sprouts  wherever  she  is  put,  relentless.  

NOW,  she  is  just  alina  starkov.  she  is  no  one’s  daughter,  sister,  right  hand  or  childhood  friend.  a  cartographer  with  an  artists  touch.  lonely  in  the  eyes,  weak  around  the  edges,  always  a  little  sickly,  but  unstoppable  all  the  same.  

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

she  is  going  to  die  wrapped  in  the  devil’s  arms  &  it  feels  like  a  good  way  to  go.  noble,  even.  right.  she  is  going  to  die  and  she  made  it  happen,  it  was  her  fault,  her  choice,  and  why  does  she  feel  like  she’s  had  so  few  of  those,  in  her  life  ?  their  eyes  (  brown  like  the  earth  that  is  crumbling  around  them,  suffocating,  absolute  /  blue  like  the  sky  she  wishes  she  could  see  one  last  time,  beautiful,  endless  )  meet  and  for  the  first  time,  she  sees  his  fear  looking  back  at  her.  good.  let  him  be  afraid.  let  him  know  what  it  feels  like  to  be  hunted.  the  world  is  turning  on  its  AXIS,  it  is  crumbling  around  them,  falling  apart,  and  maybe  this  (  RUINATION  )  is  all  that  they  were  ever  good  for.  

there  is  darkness.  there  are  monsters  screaming  within  it  (  &  a  pain  deep  in  her  shoulder,  an  answering  cry  ).  there  is  only  one  thing  stronger  and  she  knows  that  she  is  it,  that  this  is  the  best  that  she  can  offer,  that  even  if  the  light  goes  out  and  takes  her  with  it,  she’ll  be  bringing  him  along  for  the  ride.  is  she  terrified  or  exhilarated  by  that  thought  ?  

she  is  going  to  die  wrapped  in  the  devil’s  arms  and  she  knows  with  complete  certainty  that  though  they  stand  together  at  the  end  of  this  world,  she  is  going  to  be  the  first  to  go.  her  smile  is  something  savage.  something  fanged.  something  vicious.  because  the  boy  is  afraid  but  not  just  for  himself,  and  before  he  joins  her,  he  will  have  to  lose  her.  good.  let  him  watch  the  light  fade  from  her  eyes.  let  him  see  salvation  die.  let  him  know  what  it  means  to  suffer.  if  ruination  is  all  they  can  ever  be,  let  her  be  his  reckoning.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

SHE’S  DONE  THIS  ALREADY.  she  doesn’t  know  when,  she  has  no  idea  how,  but  alina  starkov  has  the  most  curious  sense  of  deja  vu.  her  nightmares  feel  like  home.  her  life  feels  like  a  lie.  there  is  something  to  discover,  here.  there  is  something  to  uncover,  something  hidden  not  far  from  view,  and  somehow  she  knows  that  this  is  not  the  first  time  that  the  truth  of  who  she  is  has  been  put  under  lock  &  key.  there  is  something  crudely  comforting  in  that  familiarity.  she  should  be  scared  of  it,  she  should  stop  picking  at  the  raw  wound  that  are  her  misted  memories,  but  like  the  instinct  to  push  &  make  a  bruise  go  pale  white,  alina  cannot  help  but  pry.    

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄  ?

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

so for amy’s fake life i’ve decided to lean into her parents’ profession as psychologists. it’s notably what she did her degrees in, too, but don’t let me get into her degrees or i’ll inevitably send you that stupidly long thread i wrote about them & her self-identity once. i’ve gotten deep into her and maybe it ought to be concerning she’s the one i chose to invest in but . . . there we go. 

the main focal point of amy is she has a compulsive need to appeal to everyone, at least initially, but she often tires when they don’t put the same effort into connections and let’s say she can be . . . vicious when she feels slighted. ( if the fact she threw herself down the stairs at fifteen to blame it on an ex-friend doesn’t make this obvious . . . ) so if your character needs a certain influence in their lives, amy has a million faces — so many that she doesn’t know who she is amidst the rotating carousel of selves — so she can likely ‘ play the part. ’

she was a school it-girl, a childhood icon, an only child. i’ve made her a psychologist so she can undertake the very amy habit of storing information on people & learning about them to influence them but to also make her own facade-building more brilliant and informed. 

ms. elliott dunne is always trying to work out what she wants, and then, the next step is always: how do i move other people to get what i want ?

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

sunglasses-shadowed view of the world, the winds of freedom in her hair, as some old horror fights to pursue her fleeing car ( get the fuck out of dodge, her instincts screech, but . . . why? ) up the highway. a vicious rage clawing, shredding its way out of her chest until her skin is sticky, blood-wet, yet singing for more. is it hers? could it have been, if she stayed longer? what are you running from? come home, amy, i dare you.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

in the relative calm of her fake life, amy was free of the suffocating influence of her salt-of-the-earth-missouri guy. now that she is remembering him, and all that she was willing to do to bring him to ruin . . . it’s safe to say she’s feeling cheated and unsettled.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

her mbti is infj-a ! some people type her intj but i really disagree. if you’re interested in why that is, feel free to ask and i’ll talk to you about it. 

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

shego is living pretty.  for years she’s been embezzling from the corporation she works for and with that and her working as a hired gun she’s pretty content with her life.  she lives in a pretty house, always goes on vacation, and is very satisfied with all of it.

the one thing she wishes more than anything was that she was born an only child because her brothers annoy the hell out of her and she would kill them if there was a way it wouldn’t bite her in the ass.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

she doesn’t remember what the person she was fighting looked like, all she could ever catch was that stupid red hair and getting kicked around.  however, it was the part after fighting that always annoyed her; she lost.  she was being cuffed and carted away.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

whenever she has the dream she wakes up pissed.  as of late she’s taken to looking for redheads that fit the dream, wanting to get them before they get her.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

i’d love drakken/her boss.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  

(tw death, illness)

steve rogers was born small and scrappy, the only son of sarah and joseph rogers -- an underpaid, overworked mother and a father who did the best he could, but who spent more time nursing a bottle than caring for his family. joseph died first, when steve was young, and sarah had little to give him but love and courage and faith, honor and duty and humility. do no harm, but take no shit. always, always stand up for what’s right.

then sarah died, when steve was barely eighteen, barely out of high school, and there was nothing but bucky, his childhood best friend, his brother. then bucky enlisted; steve tried, but, even though he’d hit a late-stage growth spurt and outgrown most of his childhood ailments, he was still considered medically unfit and turned away.

so he went to art school instead, taking out mountains of student loans he was sure he’d never pay off. artists didn’t make money, but he wasn’t good for much of anything else. now, he pays the bills as a commercial artist, with comics and advertisements and graphic design, teaching classes and shopping around a little of his own original work on the side. it ain’t much, but it’s honest work. the fact that he’s dating tony stark, too, doesn’t hurt.

( in some sort of grudge match, he’s spent the years since his failed enlistment getting needlessly fit, determined to prove the army wrong. his dad told him to always get back up ; he’s getting back up. he’s probably... in much better shape than is reasonably possible for a half-starving artist with a history of asthma, but hey. we don’t question it. the early-morning runs keep him sane. )

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

(tw body horror, death)

there’s a machine in the middle of a room, ringed by men in suits and lab coats. there are consoles, old and rudimentary, but they’re somehow also beyond cutting-edge. an observation deck, a blueish haze, a woman with dark curls and red lips. and him, strapped into that metal cocoon. it’s dark, so dark, then it’s glowing and hissing and burning and it hurts -- it hurts -- is it too late to back out -- oh, god, he’s dying -- and every bone in his body is breaking and reforming and every muscle is expanding and he’s screaming but he can’t scream because his body is remaking itself from the inside out and it goes on for forever and no time at all and then --

it stops.

the top lifts, and the room is much smaller. the woman is much shorter. a man with a white coat and a thick german accent is grinning, and then he’s dead. and then it isn’t a celebration, it’s a tragedy. and then steve is no longer the first of an army but the last of his kind. he can’t make out the details, but he knows it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ?

oh, buddy. superheroes? aliens? really? how the hell was he captain america? (what the hell was captain america?) and why does he see his friends dying?

there’s so much good in them--a sense of purpose and identity he’s never had in aurora, the muscle memory of incredible strength. but there’s also the bad. there’s the pain (physical and emotional) and the hiding and the parade of lost friends and loves and the carrying the world on his (artificially very broad) shoulders. there’s no time there to just be steve, to just sit with a mug of tea and his sketchbook. but there’s no captain america here, either.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

lorelai leigh ( rory ) gilmore was born to lorelai victoria ( lorelai ) gilmore, a runaway sixteen year old hopped up on pain meds, who decided to name her child after herself in a fit of feminist self-reclamation. that’s what she always said, anyway. lorelai came from money, but rory wasn’t born into it. she was born into a lovely little shed in the back of a little local inn, just her and her young mother against the world. she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

as she grew up, her mother more best friend than authority figure, lorelai worked her way through school, worked her way up at the inn, found them a house and a home and a community that came together to raise a shy, bookish, too-smart-for-her-own-good toddler. there was talk, sometimes, of the gilmores, and the life her mother had run from--and, fleetingly, contact with her father, a well-to-do kid with nothing but charm, who’d never had to deal with consequences a day in his life. but, for the most part, it was just the lorelais. it was all rory ever needed.

( she wouldn’t realize until she was much older how hard her mom had worked, how much they’d struggled, how many sacrifices she’d made so her daughter could keep filling her drawers with books and her head with dreams. )

lorelai wanted more for rory. rory wanted more for rory, too, but she wouldn’t admit it. she’d talk about being a pulitzer-winning journalist, of going to the best colleges in the country, of circling the globe breaking the Next Big Story, and then she’d go to the same little diner and drink the same burnt coffee and make the same small talk with her neighbors. she was admitted to a very good private school, but there was no way to make the money work--lorelai would rather die than ask her parents, she said. for all intents and purposes with them, she was already dead.

so rory graduated public school, then secured herself a full scholarship to the local university’s honors college. it wasn’t quite what her mom had dreamed for her ( it wasn’t quite what she’d dreamed for herself ) , but it was good enough. she graduated college top of her class, with a job lined up reporting on a political campaign. she chased it, which led to fractionally bigger things, modest success, no pulitzers, then back to a full-time gig at the newspaper back exactly where she’d grown up. of course she had. things always came full circle with the gilmores, didn’t they?

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

she’s in... jail? why is she in jail? why are they telling her she stole a yacht? oh, god, did she steal a yacht? she stole a yacht. there’s a boy with dirty blond hair and a crooked smile and a voice dripping with money beside her, like he thought this was a good idea, or he knew it was a bad idea but he didn’t stop her. she wants her mom ; she never , ever wants her mom to know about this. this is their turning point. this is where it falls apart. this is her rock bottom, but there’s no way she doesn’t keep sliding. there’s an older man hovering on the edges, a man with the blond boy’s nose and mouth, but the set of his jaw is harder, his eyes colder. he’s told her she’ll be nothing. she feels like she’ll be nothing. she is nothing.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

she’s confused, and she’s, honestly, a little sad and angry. her life is all she’s known, and it’s been so comfortable, so normal, made so much sense. but there’s a version out there, she’s seeing, who lived more. who lived better, maybe. who had more family. who knew her grandparents, who had adventures, who could have been something else entirely. and lorelai kept it from her. she thinks. she’s not sure. it’s all a little hazy.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

(this is horribly long i’m sorry) (tw death, illness, implied domestic abuse)

They called him a troubled kid. A loser. A mess up. A failure. No attention span, a problem child, poor grades, nothing but backtalk. Whatever the opposite of “a pleasure to have in class” was. They didn’t see how hard Percy was trying. They didn’t see him playing catchup from the moment he was born.

Percy never knew his father--he never even knew who his father was. From day one, it was was just him and his mother, Sally, a young high school dropout. (Her parents had been killed in a plane crash when she was young, and she lost her dreams of a writing degree with her uncle, proof that the worst things happened to the best people.) Sally didn’t have much, but she gave everything she had to being a good mother to Percy. And she was--the best mother Percy could possibly have asked for, giving and patient and funny and kind and honest (except when it came to his dad; that was off limits).

And then she married Gabe Ugliano, who was as awful as Sally was good, but he did give them something resembling stability. A little bit. For a while.

Percy wasn’t exactly conducive to stability--he was kicked out of every school he tried, draining Sally’s savings and Gabe’s patience. Sometime around school three, when he was eight or so, he was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia, but the labels didn’t do anything for the trail of inexplicable bad luck that followed him wherever he went. No matter what he did, no matter his intention, despite the fact that he never--never--meant to do anyone any harm, things blew up in Percy’s face. Sometimes literally. He was a good kid, really, but they only ever saw him as trouble. And he was running out of last resorts.

Halfway through middle school, all at once, Sally got sick, Gabe croaked, Percy got kicked out of another school, and someone granted him a full ride to a boarding school that would have him. (Rumors were maybe--maybe--his dad had something to do with it, whoever he was, but there’s no proof of that.) At long last, school stuck. For the first time, Percy had friends, did okay enough in his classes, made his way through with hope for a future.

Sally remarried--a good man this time, a high school teacher. Percy, against all odds, graduated high school (as captain of the swim team, at that!), and enrolled in college (Sally will insist she always believed in him, but she was surprised by that one, too). He’s still gods-awful at school, but he’s doing his best. He has no idea what he’s majoring in, if he’ll even scrape by at all. He’s still on the swim team, he’s drawn to the seaside, he spends his days wondering if he’ll ever catch a break; if he’ll ever be able to prove himself. Percy knows he was meant to do something--he just doesn’t know what.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

he’s underwater. he can breathe, or he thinks he can--he knows he should be able to. but this water is different, darker, deeper. it is subsuming him and suffocating him, and he feels himself washing away in pieces. the current swallows him up, and he is forgetting who he is, where he is, why he is. it’s dark, so dark. his body is boiling, feverish, burning up, but the water itself isn’t all that hot. he wants to scream. the only sound he can make is a muffled choke. there are monsters in his periphery, the detritus of lives, the lost echoes of souls. but, from the small of his back, he feels a tug. he sees a blonde girl on a dock. he sees-- he sees-- 

nothing. it’s so dark.

he can’t breathe.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ?

confused. a little bit afraid. and, somehow, hopeful? there’s been something missing his whole life, and, there, just out of reach--there it is. percy knows he’s good at something. he knows he has a purpose. he feels stronger around water and always has a pen on him, no matter how hard he tries to lose it. he just has to figure out what it all means.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

diane works at molly’s a local cafe and bookstore. she started working there when she was in college and just never stopped. it pays well, there’s not much to complain about. in her spare time she makes some zines and writes for a local magazine. 

she’s never done much with her life, diane nugyen feels like she’s only ever watched life, never experienced it. she’s aways reading, watching, judging, but never partaking. 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  

( tw // forced drug use )

she’s following this guy todd, somewhere. she had seem him around town a few times but they never interacted. he’s going on and on about how she’ll love this party, and all she can do is roll her eyes. the last place she wants to be is a party. diane isn’t in control of her body, she doesn’t even know what just put in her mouth. “you’ll love it,” she hears but can’t place the voice. “you want more?” it says again, and she feels herself nod even though she doesn’t want more. the people around her aren’t even people anymore, they have these animal heads. at first she thinks they’re masks but the mouths on masks don’t move like that. 

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

"aw fuck” was all that came out of diane’s mouth when she started to piece it all together. she promptly walked outside and smoked a cigarette. “this won’t end well....not that anything ever ends well.” 

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

wanted connections 

- someone to get diane out of the house and experience life

- ex 

- friends 

- enemies to lovers

- toxic lovers 

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑  ?

     arianne nymeros martell is heiress to the martell family fortune as well as her father’s media  &  entertainment empire,   ‘martell corp’.   wickedly smart,   savvy and just as sharp-witted,   with her mother’s beauty to boot,   she is and always has been the apple of her father’s eye.   her life is fast-paced,   one of affluence  &  opulence that’s seen her under the media’s scrutinising gaze ever since she was a young girl.   having grown up in the limelight,   arianne understands the importance of glowing press and a sterling reputation and does her best to keep the more adventurous aspects of her life compartmentalised,   behind the closed doors of her home.   to the world,  she’s undoubtedly the perfect daughter.   more than just your stereotypical socialite,   arianne is a business graduate with a masters degree in economics.   there’s no denying her qualifications to take over her father’s company come his time to step down...   which arianne would like to be believe is,   or rather,   should be any day now.   but to keep any rumours of in-fighting,   or rising tensions amongst her family in light of a shift in power to a minimum,   she plays happy family as if it were an award-winning role and she were up for best actress.  

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?

     it’s just as she remembers it.   a sweet,   summer’s eve in sunspear...    a burning red painting their dornish sky just as the day’s sunlight died.   everything was as it should have been.   littler legs carry her toward her father’s chambers,   the soft silk of her nightgown trailing just behind her whilst the glow from the candles light inside seemed to her,   inviting as ever.   she’d planned merely to say goodnight,   give him as kiss just as she’d always done but upon reaching the half-opened doors,   the sight she’s met with is a vacant one.   the lavish room was but untouched...   save,   for what she could see was a letter,   left half-written on doran’s desk.   the parchment still smooth,   the ink still fresh but entirely forgotten,   strewn to the side in what appeared to be a rush.   curiosity had always come to arianne much like a vice,   an unyielding itch she just had to scratch...   and in seeing that not a soul was about,   it’s with very little care that she wanders over to inspect the message.   whatever excitement she might have felt in gathering such intelligence never meant to have been seen by her however,   withers to dread in the pit of her stomach as warm,   brown eyes scan the lines.   her father’s cursive describing to her younger brother no less that he is to succeed him?   quentyn is to be ruling prince of dorne.   full,   trembling lips fall agape,   the letter discarded to the side just as quickly as it’d been picked up in a fit of her mounting anger for,   how could her father possibly mean to pass over her?   the very thought is cause enough for tears,   cascading down her reddened cheeks and as she rises from her slumber...   she reaches,  in vain,  to wipe them away. 

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ?

     arianne is shaken,   more than anything.   perhaps most of all by just how real it felt.   how familiar it was.  it was like nothing she’s experienced before...   she’s aware of lucid dreaming,   of course,   and the like but this?   it was a lived experience,   she’s certain of it.   but in fear of sounding crazed,   she’s keen to keep it under wraps for now.   otherwise,   tempted by the allure of researching just when,   how  &  where this could have taken place,   only she feels she’s got more pressing issues to worry about than just what...  bizarre phenomenons are robbing her of her sleep this week. 

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ?

asoiaf spoilers ahead : i’ll give a lil rundown on her background  &  where she’s at asoiaf canon wise because she was , very thankfully in hindsight , excluded from the show entirely meaning she wasn’t ruined by d&d.   so...   arianne nymeros martell is the only daughter to ruling prince doran martell of dorne and his consort , mellario of norvos.  she’s their first child and elder sister to brothers , quentyn and trystane , whom she never had the closest relationships with due to quentyn being sent away to serve as a page and trystane being much younger than her.   she’s also the niece of oberyn martell and elia martell ( rip my loves ) and the heiress of sunspear  &  future ruling princess of dorne.    her story goes that when she was young , she discovered a letter from her father to her younger brother , quentyn that suggested doran would name him his heir  &  future ruling prince of dorne , passing over arianne in the line of succession entirely.   the thought haunted her , convinced her father all but hated her and would become an obsession of sorts to her , gripped by the need to prove her father wrong and ensure that his ‘plan’ would never come to pass.    there was also a sneaky plot by doran to marry arianne to viserys targaryen which was covered up by forcing elderly suitors upon her that she forcibly declined but eventually , viserys died so , that plan fizzled out.  her most notable development was when myrcella baratheon arrived in dorne to wed arianne’s youngest brother , trystane and the two girls took an instant liking to one another.   becoming very close friends and during their time together , arianne thought up a plan to make myrcella queen of the seven kingdoms , as according to dornish law , the throne was hers by right.   making arianne , the ‘queenmaker’ and whilst this plan did almost come to fruition , it failed due to one of her friends turned co-conspirators having betrayed her.   myrcella lost an ear in the scuffle , arianne’s lover at the time and myrcella’s trusted kingsguard , arys oakheart died and as punishment for her actions , arianne was locked away in spear tower by her father.  after time spent in isolation there , arianne is eventually called upon by her father as kingsguard are marching on dorne and they need myrcella to lie about what had happened , with only arianne capable of making her do so , arianne confronts doran at long last about the letter to which he explains it was all part of a bigger plan to avenge the deaths of his sister , elia martell  &  her children,  rhaenys and aegon who died at the hands of the lannisters and that she would have been married to viserys and thus , queen of the seven kingdoms , making quentyn doran’s heir.  but with the roles having been reversed now , quentyn out in essos trying to marry viserys’ sister , daenerys and arianne still his heir , the father  &  daughter are united in their plans.  but unbeknownst to them , quentyn is already dead and with news of young griff aka maybe aegon targaryen having survived , sailing towards westeros , arianne is sent to receive them in the stormlands and find out the truth behind the boy claiming to be her cousin. 

^ that was a tldr as i could make it i promise!

personality  &  details wise , arianne is calculating , adventurous and fierce-tempered.   when she sees something she wants , she does everything within her power to obtain it and is not above using her femininity  &  sexuality to do so.   often seducing people into doing her bidding.   she was famously quite a small , slight girl growing up , who prayed to the seven to be given beauty when she grew up...   and oh boy , did they.   she started out with very little but came into her own with age , lush  &  curvaceous now , she adorns herself in expensive clothes , jewels and other ostentatious displays of her wealth.   she’s also proudly pansexual , holding no preference for gender and enjoys polyamorous relationships immensely.   she tends to have lots of on-going sexual partners and possesses a very vivid sexual imagination. 

i do think it’d be interesting to see her tied down here however , with a fiancé or significant other!   a shiv roy x tom wamsgans type beat!?

if someone wants to keep calling her ‘princess’ , that would be v attractive to me!