nobles that deserve to be nobles


“Have you told him this?”

“No, I haven’t mentioned it. I don’t want to get into an argument with him today, not on my Mama’s day, she doesn’t deserve that. Neither do Aunt Luna or you and Rae, for that matter.” she sighs, looking over at Jakob on the dance floor, “I just need to keep him happy.”

“For the rest of your life?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

We need more posts about why Andromeda Tonks is incredible and you should bow down to her

  • The second eldest Black with so many expectations already on her young shoulders when she began her education at Hogwarts.
  • Slowly unlearning all the blood prejudice and classism her family raised her on; getting into fights with Bellatrix and her cousins because of it.
  • Meeting Ted and liking him, amazed that he sees past her family to who she was. Both knowing when their relationship becomes public knowledge it will be bad, and trying to prepare the best they can.
  • When her family was informed everything goes to hell. Her parents threaten disownership, her sisters act like she isn’t there. Andromeda knowing she can’t live like this, and knowing what she was about to lose.
  • Marrying Ted Tonks in a muggle ceremony because she knew none of her family would come. Several days later receiving a letter written by her father’s secretary informing her that she was officially removed from his will, was disowned, and that Walburga had already scorched her off the family tapestry. They do not contact her again.
  • The First Wizarding War had already begun, rapidly gaining momentum after she was married. Learning that Bellatrix had taken the mark and was moving into Voldemort’s inner circle. Swallowing back the fear that her own sister would have no qualms murdering her husband.
  • Realizing as the war ground into them that not only had she lost all her family, she now had to face the possibility of losing Ted and Nymphadora as well.
  • Then Voldemort was defeated on October 31, 1981 and she thinks she can finally breathe again.
  • Gradually coming to terms that she was still isolated from her family; Bellatrix was in prison, so was Sirius (which was harder to accept than anything the rest of her family did), Narcissa wouldn’t speak to her, most of the wizarding world still saw her as a Black and a Slytherin. Even though the war had ended she had to keep fighting.
  • Nymphadora finished school and decided to become an Auror. Which wouldn’t be so terrifying if there wasn’t so much happening in England and at Hogwarts; strange whispers from wixes that supported Voldemort.
  • And then Sirius escaped Azkaban and all hell broke loose again. Because what if he went after her? Or Ted? Or Dora? And it’s a year filled with restless nights.
  • She had to hold back her fear and panic as she heard about the Quidditch World Cup because Dora was there fighting Death Eaters and there was nothing she could do to protect her.
  • Albus reinstating the Order and asking Dora to join. And Andromeda could only watch and listen as her friends and child and people she loved ran head first into danger over and over again.
  • She’s happy that her daughter had found love; but somewhere deep inside there was that fear. Because he’s a werewolf. And the hair prickled on the back of her neck knowing what he could do, remembering all the things her family said.
  • And the war gets worse, her daughter and son-in-law hiding in their tiny house. Hiding members of the Order between missions, hiding muggle-borns who were now considered fugitives by the Ministry, fully aware that should they ever be found out the consequences would be Azkaban (if they were lucky).
  • Molly flooing her at nearly midnight and there was blood staining her apron and Andromeda couldn’t breathe, so sure it was Dora’s. And the sigh of relief that came when she learned it was George. Hearing from Hagrid how close her daughter came to dying; how close all of them were. But Harry was safe. The mission was a success, and that is what they all need to focus on now.
  • And then it happens all too quick and too fast. Death Eaters come and they are taken to be ‘interrogated’. Trying to be strong as she was tortured, blocking out the screams coming from other rooms as she says over and over that she didn’t know anything.
  • Coming home and finding Dora there, telling Andromeda that she was pregnant and Remus had gone. He returns, in time, but she couldn’t help feeling the anger bubbling in her chest.
  • Having to find the strength to be strong for herself and for her daughter as she hugged her husband tightly, telling him to be safe. Both of them aware that he may never come home. Having to stay strong as her daughter and son-in-law fight, as her world comes to shit.
  • Hearing about Harry and Ron and Hermione and thinking they are only children. And the heavy expectations placed upon their shoulders.
  • Finally falling apart as she heard over the radio static that Ted was gone, her world shrinking down to the ache in her chest.
  • Smiling through the tears as her grandchild is born; Teddy, a sweet boy with blue hair and his father’s smile.
  • Holding tightly to this small child as her daughter and son apparated to Hogwarts. Knowing in her heart her daughter was gone before word even reached her. Trying to celebrate with the rest of the wizarding world, but all she could feel is grief.
  • Yet she managed through all that to raise Teddy. Sweet, kind Teddy who was as much a part of Harry’s life as he was hers. Seeing the best parts of those she had lost shining through in him.

Andromeda Tonks is made of iron, do not dare tell me otherwise

Happy Birthday To Everyone!

Context: On the birthday of every player in the group my DM gives us a birthday wish of anything we want that isn’t game-breaking. And since our game has become a kingmaker campaign of sorts there are very few things that could actually do that. So on my birthday I decide to wish for something to put me on equal terms with the noble of our group.

DM: “As you’re discussing court politics you get an urgent message that there’s an army outside the walls.:

Player 1 (Noblewoman): “Get the horses, we’re going to the walls!”

DM: “As you get to the walls you see a legion of 60,000 Elven fighters in rank and file formation. They’re carrying long blades and arrows with full quivers.”

Player 2 (Wizard): “How did they get here?”

DM OOC:*shrugs* You didnt hear anything until just now. As one of the city’s Mercenary leaders walks up to the fighter (me) and tells him to sign a form.

The party begins to shout and yell in disbelief, demanding an explanation. I take a moment to collect myself after the paperwork while they lament.

Player 1: *death glare* “So you wanted to take a small district huh?”

Player 2: *screaming* “What did you do?!”

Me: *completely straight faced* “I figured it was time to get the respect I deserve around here and this seemed like the best way to do it.”

The DM loses his shit while the whole group is dumbfounded except for our noble who is still pissed.

DM OOC: Well all the city’s noble guards are pissed, and while the city guard is seperate from the nobles they don’t like the idea of a siege going on outside their walls. So the captain of the guard walks up and yells “Who the FUCK is responsible for this?!”

And of course my party points directly at me.

Me: “No need to fear, I’m just a travelling noble, my personal guard is just reluctant to leave me alone.”

DM: “Personal Guard?”

Me: “Yes, we are very cautious but we are a peaceful people.”

DM OOC: He looks over your shoulder at the fully armed Elven legion behind you.

Me: “Within reason.”

DM OOC: This is going to end badly for you.

Me OOC: This is going to end badly for anyone.

Noblewoman OOC: I send my sappers to fire bomb his forces.

DM OOC: All the other nobles rally to support you.

The siege ended very badly for me, and the city’s fields and forests.

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DA:I Companions and advisers react to an Inquisitor who has a pet parrot? One that likes to perch on the Inky's shoulder and repeats swearwords that it hears from other people.

Cassandra: She was irritated by the bird because all it did for the days while the Herald was unconscious was squawk incessantly at anyone who it didn’t recognize and perch on the Herald, trying in vain to wake their beloved. Still, she doesn’t comment, because when the Herald is finally out and about, so is the bird, who brings them comfort. The parrot ends up growing on her, slowly but surely, though the first few times it perches on her, she freezes and is unsure of what to do.

Iron Bull: The parrot loves his horns as perches. “Alright, you little shit factory,” he says, amused, “you can sit up there all you like, long as you don’t mistake my head for a latrine.” The bird often bluntly asks for food if he’s eating nuts, and he argues with them before grumbling and giving in, much to the bird’s delight.

Blackwall: He’s never gotten up close to one before, and he’s not sure how to react. He just stares until the parrot starts talking to him, and he blinks in surprise. He enjoys talking to the parrot, especially after his secret is revealed, because it’s not in the least concerned about it and will still talk to him readily, even if it seems nonsensical at times.

Sera: She loves the parrot. She loves playing with it and talking to it and trying to teach it words. The parrot decides they like her, and if the bird isn’t perched on the Herald and cuddling, the parrot’s perched on her or Bull or a few of the other party members. She spoils it.

Varric: He tries telling the parrot stories to see what will happen, and finds that the bird likes it, sometimes repeating phrases back at him– or just over and over again at random times, sometimes annoying Cassandra. Varric greatly approves.

Cole: “They know the words and what words mean more than people think. Side-stepping, dancing, the humans will call me pretty and ooh and ahh and give me treats, it’s all as easy as talking. They are happy because you love them and care for them and give them attention.” He smiles. “It is good.” The bird likes him because of how calm he can be, and he always seems to know where they want scritches.

Dorian: He’s seen a few magisters with them, often neglected and sad once the owners tire of the novelty, so it pleases him to see the happy, well-kept and stimulated bird, who he enjoys having conversations with. He’ll bounce his theories and theorems off of the bird, who’s just happy to talk with him. “You are quite beautiful,” he says wryly one day, “but not as much as me.” This offends the bird, and it shocks him when it says ‘fuck you.’ “Did you learn that, by chance, from Sera?” he asks dryly. “No matter. There’s no need to ruffle your feathers over the matter. We can both be pretty.”

Solas: Parrots fascinate him, he discovers. He tries holding conversations with the bird to see how far its intelligence goes, and is pleased. He almost considers talking with the bird about his internal problems, but quickly decides against it, despite how nice it would be to have an outlet– don’t need a bird outing a wolf.

Vivienne: Like Dorian, she’s seen nobles who get the birds, get bored of them, and neglect them. While she’s not all that into keeping pets, she can at least admire how well the bird is kept– a parrot is a living creature, and deserves respect. Her nose wrinkles when she sees anyone in the party trying to teach it swear words, and she hopes it never repeats these words at any nobles. “Don’t repeat that, Darling.” she says dryly to the parrot as Sera tries to teach it new words.

Josephine: She thinks it’s adorable, up until it starts cursing at Roderick and Marquis DuRellion. Then she spends time looking for the best animal trainer to somehow get the bird to stop saying those inappropriate words. Sometimes the bird hums a tune, though, and it makes her calm down a little.

Leliana: If no one’s looking or in earshot, she’ll consider busting out the lute and singing a song to the bird, just to watch it dance and revel in the sound of music. Birds listen and enjoy music much like humans do, and she finds a little solace in interacting with the parrot. She compliments the Herald on their companion and their care of the parrot.

Cullen: He’s honestly surprised it survived all of this nonsense, and while he initially voices a bit of concern about the bird’s safety, the bird pitches such a fit when separated from their owner for extended periods of time that he lets it go. At one point, when he’s having a particularly bad headache from lyrium withdrawal, the parrot finds him and sits on his shoulder, puffing up and cuddling against his head, gently trying to kiss his head and groom his hair. The company is welcome.


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Your Suitor and You

Ah, love. So many Heroines are lucky to find during their investigations into the weird a partner who treasures and respects them. But what kind of suitor do you have? A passionate Byronic Lover? A doting Noble Champion? Or perhaps an Intellectual Sweetheart? Miss A is happy to advise.

The Byronic Lover

Dark, compelling, and tempestuous; the Byronic Lover fascinates and intrigues the Heroine with his complexity and passion. Being with the Byronic suitor is a rush of danger, and your life will be full of half-open shirts and deep kisses. They seek beauty in all that they do, loving art and poetry, long walks and bright dawns. Days will pass quickly in longing embraces and ripped bodices. They look for partners who do not seek their approval, but who have the same taste in art and beauty, as well as a similarly passionate heart.

However, the Byronic suitor comes with many downsides. Prone to fits and jealousy, a Byronic suitor can be troublesome at times. There are two sub-areas of Byronic Suitors that should give one pause: Fuckboys and abusers. Fuckboys have the passionate charm but will leave you behind without a second glance. And abusers are found in every type, but it is often romanticized in Byronic Suitors. Don’t do it. Don’t romanticize it. It’s bad.

Miss A’s advice? The Byronic Suitor would be a match for Heroine with an artsy and passionate soul. But should they cross the boundaries of decency into cruel and harmful behaviour, do not ever tolerate it. Not even once.

Examples of the Byronic Suitor: Mr. Rochester of Jane Eyre, Lord Ruthven of The Vampyre, Erik of The Phantom of the Opera, Helen Graham of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Jessica Jones of AKA Jessica Jones

**Please note that some of these examples fall into the abuser categories. Rochester, Erik, and Ruthven are examples of what a Byronic Suitor may be like, but their behaviours should not be tolerated by any heroine. You deserve better.

The Noble Champion

Sweet and good-natured, the Noble Champion is nothing if not devoted to the Heroine. Although their knowledge in art and literature may be lacking, they are skilled in other aspects such as fencing, horse-riding, and hunting. The modern Noble suitor may have updated interests, including sailing, soccer, and track and field, all of which can be useful when they need to assist or rescue their heroine. They are earnest in their affections and truly love their Heroines, and will go to any lengths for her sake. The Noble suitor does not always have a title - true nobility comes from the heart.

However, Noble suitors can often be shallow and rash. They tend to follow their own instincts and act fast, rather than listen to the reason of others. But their love, devotion, and money make them well worth the patience. A Heroine must be wary that she is indeed involved with a Noble Champion and not a Nice Guy™. Although both are devoted in their love, a Noble Champion will have respect for their Heroine and her wishes, while a Nice Guy™ will feel entitled to the Heroine’s affection and body for their “kind” actions.

Miss A’s advice? A gentle yet kind soul, who is devoted to their love is the ideal for any Heroine of a shyer disposition. You may occasionally have to put them in their place when they act rashly, but ultimately they are an excellent choice.

Examples of the Noble Champion: Raoul of The Phantom of the Opera, Mr. Tilney of Northanger Abbey, Sue Valancourt Brown of The Mysteries of Udolpho, Arthur Holmwood of Dracula, Buffy Summers of Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The Intellectual Sweetheart

Doctors, lawyers, and professors. What more could a simple Heroine hope for? A modern addition to the host of suitors, the Intellectual Sweetheart has the devotion of the Noble Champion with the knowledge of the Byronic Lover. Often they can be found wandering the moors in admiration of nature or in offices studying tomes of medicine and law. Their love for the Heroine is only rivaled by their love of knowledge. They will happily spend their days hand in hand with their Heroine, whether on a long walk or by the fireplace.

Perhaps a bit neglectful or cold, the Intellectual Sweetheart comes with one truly major flaw: they are often already married. Though it may be a loveless marriage, the ring on their finger will not be going anywhere until their spouse’s untimely passing. The Intellectual Sweetheart has no devilish doppelgangers, as their marriage is hindrance enough.

Miss A’s advice? The Intellectual Sweetheart is a perfect match for the educated Heroine, especially if you are a governess. Try not to be a homewrecker and stick to the nearly graduated students.

Examples of the Intellectual Sweetheart: Jonathan Harker and Jack Seward of Dracula, Dr. Maudsley of The Thirteenth Tale, Dana Scully of The X-Files

Which suitor would you prefer?

Your doting

Miss A

U is for Ursula: Write a backstory for a minor character who you think deserves more


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For likely the twentieth time just that day, and the umpteenth-millionth since she had started in this position, she twist the little photograph so it wouldn’t be stuck in the glare coming in from the windows. A sweet, precious cherub of a baby being held by a smiling woman; both were donning blue-striped dresses and matching hair bows.

Carmen had gotten those flashy head pieces for them, from the ‘bonus’ Mr. Barba had gifted her last Christmas. She had seen pictures of Detective Rollins’ baby wearing a pink one, that seemingly-omnipresent Detective Carisi was showing them off. Immediately upon seeing the giant accessory, she knew her niece needed one, deserved one- so naturally, Carmen had ordered a custom-made pair… so both mother and daughter could match.

Her niece deserved the world, as did her sister.
It was Carmen’s job to deliver. As always.

A look at the clock. It was nearly seven o’ clock at this point. She had intended to be home earlier, to be able to make dinner and help her sister put the baby down by the eight-in-the-evening bedtime they had decided upon. 

Apparently, seeing as how she was still waiting for Mr. Barba to come back so he could assure her he wouldn’t need anything else for the evening (it was too close to the court date for her to assume), she might miss her self-imposed deadline.

Diligent Carmen, always there when he needed her, even when she needed to be elsewhere…


“Your office experience is impressive,” He had been late to the interview, and noticed how she had managed to arrive early. Of course. “Yet your education appears to have a gap-” The ADA lay out the resume he had been handed, pointed out the ‘end date’ she had listed alongside her college information. “Are you proficient in law at all?”

Initially, she bit the inside of her lip. Was there a ‘good’ answer for this? Very delicately, Carmen caught her prospective-employer’s stare. He was an honest man, a good man; she had read plenty about the illustrious ADA’s successes when the listing for an assistant went up. Lying to him wouldn’t only be unfruitful, but also cheap- she assumed he’d already discovered she had dropped out before bringing up the question.

“To be honest, Mr. Barba,” that was the only way she knew how to be, after all, “I had very briefly begun to work towards my paralegal degree when I dropped out to find full time employment.” Proudly, Carmen used her fingertips to spin the papers back towards him, pleased enough with her answer whether he found it sufficient or not. “I was in a position where I needed to search for financial solutions, and I found them. As you already pointed out, my experience and references speak wonders for my abilities.”

His brows knit together, and he nodded slowly to review the sheet that had been slid in front of him. “If you don’t mind my prying…” it was painful how carefully he was working to find the right words.

She knew what was on his mind, though, even if he couldn’t figure out how to express it. “My sister moved in with me. She was with child, so I became the bread-winner.” Subtly vague and fully honest; good enough for Carmen. “All things considered, I’m confident I made the right choice. As for legal experience, you can see I’ve worked at two law firms prior to this interview-”

“As a file clerk.” Rafael spoke slowly, took a peek at his watch and sighed. “So you don’t actually have any experience in criminal law.”

Actually? Actually; Carmen knew quite a bit about criminal law, and what she didn’t know- she knew how to find it. She had scoured little legal books and statutes when her sister came to her in tears, discovered legalities and key words to bring up with the public defender who could barely manage to walk and speak at the same time (let alone craft a case that would end favorably for her). It was Carmen who had proven how her sister’s old landlord illegally evicted her; it was Carmen who figured out how to get a restraining order without wasting money on a lawyer; it was Carmen, and always Carmen.

“I’m a quick learner, and whatever I don’t know, I manage to discover;” she advised simply, with a soft, complementary smile. “And I do intend on going back to school eventually, I just need to wait until I have the funds to do so.” Noting how he was continuously looking back to his watch, Carmen decided to voice a question of her own; “Your assistant only gave you fifteen minutes, didn’t she?”

Bewildered, Rafael bolted his gaze back to hers, and nodded hopelessly. “And she didn’t let me know until five or ten minutes before you arrived.”

“No wonder you were late, not your fault.” She tisked her tongue, and rolled eyes to the ceiling before leaning back in her chair. “Anyone who makes schedules knows communication is key.” Her shoulders bobbed when he perked a brow. “The role of an assistant is to do just that, assist, not instruct or complicate.”

“I need more of a… dictator-esque vibe from my assistants than this one can… provide,” his face was hidden behind his fingers, as he hid tired eyes with his hands. “I’m great in a court room, but I’m awful at these little things…”

“Well, Mr. Barba, I can lead you to water and hope you’ll drink, but I can definitely do much better than whoever put me in for an interview,” she chuckled, “I’d have at least checked to make sure someone’s education and upbringing would be to your standards before wasting your time.” Thoughtfully, Carmen started gathering her purse and jacket- this interview didn’t seem to be going all too well, and she had others to attend. “And if I believed in telekinesis, I’d raise your hand, but all I can do is-”

Before she could even finish her surely-prolific comparison, Rafael dropped palms to the counter top. “Did you just belittle my current assistant,” fingers splayed out over the paperwork as he rose to his feet, to match her apparent exit attempt, “and quote Vonnegut?”

She blinked, and was taken aback just so slightly. “I suppose so…” Obviously unconcerned with how he may feel about it, she shrugged, and proceeded to rock up to her toes so she could take a look at his watch for herself. “Now, it was a pleasure to meet with you Mr. Barba, but I’m not a fan of inefficiency or mincing words, and you appear to have made your decision already-”

“I sure have,” he grabbed for her free hand, before she even had a chance to offer it out for polite adieus. Better to take a shot than deal with the mess he was currently dealing with; “You start Monday, please…” 

Mr. Barba came sauntering in, a large bag in hand. “Sorry, Carmen,” without really thinking, he rest the sack atop her desk. Before he could even consider asking, she was holding out messages that had been taken from callers who rang while he was away. “Ech, Calhoun, again?”

“You know how much she loves harassing you, Counselor-” honestly, Rita Calhoun was surprisingly kind to her. Well, most attorneys were; if you couldn’t get along with Carmen, you likely couldn’t convince ADA Barba to give you a good deal. “This time, though, she was asking for a consultation.”

“When?” while pulling his meal from the bag, hee knowingly peered over her shoulder, down at the desk calendar she kept on her desk. Giant squares, filled with times and shorthand notes; her personal, consistently-updated version of his calendar. “She could only do Wednesday?”

Carmen was too busy being nosy, stood up to peer into the sack he had left near her purse. The universal sign of trying to get out of the office- her bag and jacket laid out for easy retrieval. “You know she’s picky, and she is never available on Thursdays, which was the only other free day you had.” The scent of Chinese food came from the secret shopping sack, she sighed out loud upon recognizing her own favorite plate from the restaurant he had gotten them from. “You’re making me even more anxious for dinner, is there anything else you need before I go?”

At the seemingly-normal comment, Rafael froze in his steps. His face changed, grew jocular instead of the fallen exhaustion he had been displaying upon his initial entrance. “That is your dinner,” Cockily, he sashayed his shoulders, and actually smiled while holding up his phone, “and your sister’s, I sent her a text to see what she wanted before I stopped.”

Her jaw fell, and she hastily went to snatch for her pocketbook. Him having her sister’s number wasn’t a shock, she had called him from it many times before to alert him of her absence or tardiness when they could only afford one phone line. “Mr. Barba, you didn’t have to do that-” oh, but she was so glad he did. If she didn’t have to cook, or go retrieve groceries from the store, maybe she would be able to slip into the apartment before her niece was laid down. A goodnight kiss from the most precious baby, Carmen’s favorite moment of the day. “How much do I owe you?”

He held up a palm, shook his head to deny the offer, then proceeded to gather all the files from her ‘outbox’ (which she had affectionately renamed, The Barba Box). “Don’t worry about it, I appreciate your staying so late, I was surprised you were still here-” that was a lie, he knew she’d be there, but she didn’t bother calling him out on it. Rafael then motioned elbows towards the door, taking a quick look at the clock hanging from the wall. “Now get home, Amelia will be going to bed soon, or you’re going to need coffee more than I do tomorrow.”

No need to tell her twice, Carmen gratefully gathered up the dinner in both arms and sauntered happily towards the hallway. “Thank you, Mr. Barba, I appreciate it; I’ll see you after your barber appointment in the morning…”

Rafael flinched, looked up from the files to catch her waiting; waiting for him to acknowledge the subtle reminder. “Y-yea, the barber… seven am, right?”

“Thirty,” pleased enough, she turned her back to him, and continued through the door. “But keep telling yourself it’s at seven, maybe you’ll be on time then…”

Donna Noble was the most beautiful and relatable character on DW and I will love her for the rest of my life and when I die they will carve “Donna Noble deserved better” on my grave

I don’t see enough praise for Regulus Black in the Harry Potter fandom. Reg risked so much, and had to have been incredibly brave. Just the amount of effort it must have taken for him to find the information on the horcruxezs, and to keep that hidden amazes me. I believe he did just as much as Snape did, and yet I never see anything about Regulus. Yes, he had his flaws, and didn’t do everything perfectly, but he deserves more recognition than what he gets. I just love Regulus ok.

Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

She finds wool and flax and busily spins it. She is like a merchant’s ship, bringing her food from afar. She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day’s work for her servant girls.

She goes to inspect a field and buys it; with her earnings she plants a vineyard. She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She makes sure her dealings are profitable; her lamp burns late into the night.

Her hands are busy spinning thread, her fingers twisting fiber. She extends a helping hand to the poor and opens her arms to the needy. She has no fear of winter for her household, for everyone has warm clothes.

She makes her own bedspreads. She dresses in fine linen and purple gowns. Her husband is well known at the city gates, where he sits with the other civic leaders. She makes belted linen garments and sashes to sell to the merchants. She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness.

Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her: “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!”
—  Proverbs 31: 10-29 (via @thylovelylionheart)

[Al-Majid/The Glorious/The Noble]
Al-Majid is another comprehensive name that covers several attributes: He possesses perfect honour and nobility. He is the All-Noble in Himself and His Doings. Being His word, the Holy Qur'an is described as being ‘majid’ “By the Noble Quran!” ‎﴾‬‎5‬‎0.1‎‬‎﴿‬
He is also the One who multiplies His blessings, spiritual and material. He increases them in quantity; and makes them better, and more lasting. So, Allah is praised by this Name where His blessings are solicited: “May the mercy of Allah and His blessings be upon you, people of the house. Indeed, He is Praiseworthy and Honorable.” ‎﴾11.73‬‎﴿‬ And in every prayer we call Him by this name, saying, “You are All-laudable (deserving of praise), All-Noble.” when we ask Allah to give Muhammad the mercy and blessings He gave to Ibrahim, peace be upon them both.