Gateway to the Highlands

  Welcome,Welcome. If you're here on pleasure, business, or other things, you're welcome here in Stirling Town. My name is Sophie, and I will be your guide. FC: Natalie Dormer OC for the city of Stirling, Scotland.  

[braistnahalba-blog]

kettiroghestar:

What, is it too much for me to ask for a handsome fellow these days? And besides, I don’t see much of a difference between the two of you. You both croak like a dying toad. /Turning his head away a little so he can only look at her with a side glance his expression once again changes to that of apology./ No offence though.

Of course not, who could take offense to being compared to the french? [Smiles sweetly, though its a bit more dangerous now.] Handsome fellows it seems are few and far between.

[braistnahalba-blog]

kettiroghestar:

/If anything the look on his face changed to a smile to match hers with a gleam of mischief in his eyes./ I can’t kiss toads if they don’t turn into princes, you know. 

The frogs live in France or don’t you know? [Looks perfectly amused by this turn of events.] And obviously they don’t turn into princes.

[braistnahalba-blog]

kettiroghestar:

Oh, how unfortunate. /He gently places a hand over his heart with a look of mocking remorse and sympathy./ I wasn’t aware that a armored woman like you was capable of feeling such a thing. Is there any way that I can make it better?

Well you could give me a kiss. [Smiles at him in the most sarcastic manner possible.]

[braistnahalba-blog]

detnorskekongeriket:

Sophie?? Cat is your mother? 

*Shit.*

*He stands up quickly, remembering what he had heard about Sophie in the past. But he is also aware that she could possibly have had something to do with Mat’s death.* *He knows she doesn’t like Cat, but she is also protective of her, so he doesn’t know if she will try to hurt him for what he did, or praise him for hurting Cat.*

I don’t think we have met… I am not sure that I want to meet you.

*Standing, he keeps his distance from the woman on the bench.*

I see she’s mentioned me. Probably told you I lie and ruin everything I touch.

[There’s a bitter laugh at that, and she watches him much like a cat watches a mouse before pouncing.] 

But we’ve met now, your name is Nikolai correct? Well done on breaking her really, it makes me happy to see her cry.

[braistnahalba-blog]

kettiroghestar:

I would hope that I don’t need much help from you. 

You wound me so. I’m only trying to be useful to you.

[braistnahalba-blog]

kettiroghestar started following you

Can I help you?

[braistnahalba-blog]

detnorskekongeriket:

braistnahalba replied to your post: [Is that the sound of discord and people being…

[She hums a little, coming over to sit down beside him after a moment.] Did you really just tell her that he deserves better than her?

*That question startles him, who the hell was this? And how did she know about what he had said to Cat.* 

Depends on who’s asking?

[Hums a little, smiling at him.]

Have we not met? My name is Sophie Kier. Catrina is my mother.

[braistnahalba-blog]

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. -James M. Barrie

Hetalia OC for Stirling, Scotland.

Often researched and improved upon

semi-selective (OCs are welcome)

12+ years experience (4 on tumblr)

Face Claim is Natalie Dormer

Contains: NSFW

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[theriveramstel]

Ah? Nee! I am but a… not one of those. They’re savages. Humans taste terrible, really they do.

[braistnahalba-blog]

And how would you know that humans taste terrible if you're not one that eats them? Or is it a trial phase that all merfolk must go through?

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[erinivoq-archived]

…Excuse me? I don’t think you heard me clearly then.

[braistnahalba-blog]

…Excuse me? I don’t think you heard me clearly then.

[Gets up in her face and growls]

She’s an beautiful and strong woman whom happens to be marrying my father and happens to be my new mother. She would never abandon anyone. I know the type of people who do that personally—So, why don’t you take your bitter ass words and shove them back up your ass where they belong, child.

*She lunges forward when the woman gets into her face, grabbing her by the collar and slamming her into the wall.* 

Listen, child. She is my mother, mine and no one else's. She abandoned no less than four children, and she chose to abandon me. She's a manipulative, lying bitch who is hardly worth the grace to lick my boots clean. You are lucky I stepped in and showed your 'father' the truth of her nature.

[erinivoq-archived]

[Grins at her because she’s certainly proud to state her name]

Catrina Mcdowell! She’s an amazing mother and woman!

[braistnahalba-blog]

....Your mother? That's a joke. A horrible joke that isn't funny at all. She is my mother and no one else's. And she's a horrendous bitch who abandons her children when they need her the most.

[erinivoq-archived]

I can’t say my family has judged me—I mean they probably did way back when, but, I can say I understand what that feels like from other people.

Oh, well. I was just going to see my mum and I guess I just got a little lost…She lives in Edinburgh.

braistnahalba

[braistnahalba-blog]

Your mother? What is her name? 

*Oh this might not go well.*

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