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#hope this hasnt been done before#alex rider#stormbraker#anthony horowitz#jack starbright#mi6#spy#yassen gregorovich#yassen#assassin#scorpia#nightshade#my boy out there committing high treason
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People who don’t understand how feudalism works and tries to shoehorn in our modern sensibilities into said world with very clear world building and set rules in place are the bane of my existence.
In ASOIAF, bastards cannot inherit anything unless legitimized and have no trueborn relatives to inherit their seats. It doesn’t matter if they are “recognized” as trueborn by their parents if other people doubt and have ‘convincing’ proof that they are bastards. And being recognized as trueborn does not equate to being legitimized because in order for someone to be legitimized, they have to first be acknowledged as baseborn to begin with.
The books are more ambiguous since Rhaenys had Baratheon black hair and purple eyes, but even she had the purple eyes of her father. But no matter how people might interpret the Strong boys’ appearance, it was made pretty damn clear that they were bastards. The parallels between Rhaenyra/Harwin and Cersei/Jamie, cannot be made more clear with how both of them are present when their paramours were birthing their child. Harwin was present during the birth of Lucerys and Jamie was present for the birth of Joffrey. It literally cannot be more of a parallel between the three golden Lannister bastards of the Queen and the three brown haired bastards of a Princess.
‘Oh but Laenor claimed them as his own!’ So did Robert. ‘Corlys had no problem with Luke being heir of Driftmark!’ And Tywin upheld that his grandkids were legitimate until he died. Plus even overlooking Corlys’ ambitions, have you gave any thought to how things would pan out if he came out and said that the kings favorite child cuckholded his heir? Viserys wouldn’t stand for any slander against Rhaenyra as proven by the Driftmark incident and his inaction after Vaemond was fed to his daughters dragon and the silent five so what makes you think that he would over look Corlys ‘slandering’ his daughter?
If Corlys came out after Jace’s birth and denounced him and Rhaenyra, not only would his life be forfeit, his house’s legacy would be completely ruined. There’s no doubt that Viserys would commit terrible injustices to protect Rhaenyra, seeing how he was one of the three candidates for the culprit of the Harrenhal fire. He’s ambitious not dumb and going against the favored child of the king and the favorite niece of the person who wields dark sister and rides one of the largest dragons alive would be like volunteering to put your head and all of your loved ones heads on the chopping block.
If he had doubts about the Strong boys’ legitimate cannot do anything about it. Not when Viserys is so protective of Rhaenyra.
Bastards cannot inherit unless legitimized and to be legitimized is to proclaim to the realm that they were born out of wedlock to begin with. The Strong boys have not been legitimized since they were never declared to be illegitimate but anyone with eyes can tell that they aren’t trueborn.
Within the confines of GRRM’s world building, passing illegitimate offsprings as legitimate is a crime punishable by death or a life of servitude to the faith. Within royalty, it’s tantamount to high treason with the only punishment being the death of the adulterer. The only reason Rhaenyra wasn’t penalized by law was because she held the favor of a king. But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t penalized by the masses because she was shown to be an oath-breaker. Because that’s what adultery is in ASOIAF, it’s oathbreaking. (Literally the whole reason Catelyn and Ned’s marriage was so fraught with tension in the beginning was because she thought Ned broke his oath.)
Sure in modern day society, if you and your husband consent to an open relationship which results in children and he adopts them, then in the eyes of the law the child is his legitimately and he is their father. But once again, in a feudal setting, adoption, especially as a noble, doesn’t exists.
Blood matters a whole lot in ASOIAF, Robert was not only able to take the throne through right of conquest but also right of blood through his grandmother. Legitimacy was tantamount. You can make the argument that Jace would’ve been fine to inherit the Iron Throne through the blood of his mother that was running through his veins but Luke had no Velaryon blood in his veins bar what’s left of Alyssa Velaryon which was four generations ago. It’s like saying Jon can inherit Runestone since his great-great grandmother was a Royce.
Even if Rhaenyra ascended the throne without opposition. She shot Jace in the foot with her remarriage to Daemon and subsequently producing two trueborn sons. If the dance of dragons didn’t occur between the black and greens, somewhere down the line, some grasping lord unsatisfied with a bastard ruling them would push to get Aegon on the throne no matter the cost.
#hotd fans critical#team black critical#anti team black stans#anti rhaenyra apologists#anti rhaenyra targaryen#anti daemon targaryen#team green#ASOIAF world building#I am begging for people to engage in media within the confines of the world it’s set in#modern sensibilities shoehorned into any ASOIAF books to justify or explain actions is quite stupid#anti strong boys
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My Duty As Princess
Chapter 07
Lee Jeno x fem reader
in collaboration with @urlocaltrash28
preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, epilogue
Genre: arranged marriage au! royalty au!
Warnings: none
Word Count: 5K+
Author's Note: I'm not back guys, honestly. To give a little update, I stopped writing because it stopped being fun. I only wanted to do this, if it continued to be fun and after a while it stopped being fun. Right now, I'm in such a better place that writing is starting to be fun again, but there's no telling if I'm actually going to continue to put out content. Thinking of something to write, is actually a lot of work lmaooo. I will say that, I will never delete any of the content I have out. This page and all the stories will be here for whenever you guys want to enjoy them. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3
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When the Princess and I returned to the palace, night had already fallen. We tried to quietly usher our way to my chambers, after entering did we notice a parade of people awaiting for us. Father sat at my desk chair, Mother and Taeyong stood behind him. Mark, Haechan, and Jaemin sat on the couch, the three of them looked to be making themselves comfortable. Grandma Lee and Grandmother Na sat on the two chairs that were on one side of the room. There was more standing around, I spotted Chan, Hyunjin, Johnny was with them huddled in one corner, Lord Park stood lonely in another part of the room, Fei and Mei were in front of my bedroom doors. Lord Na and Lady Na were also here, the two of them stayed near Grandmother Na.
“My boy,” Father said when he saw me enter the room.
“What is the meaning of this?” I asked, looking around the room, full of people.
“Now my son,” Mother started off making her way towards me, I took a step back when she came near, it felt like I couldn’t trust any of them.
“Lord Park has asked to speak with the Princess,” Taeyong said, his tone was all business, Taeyong was never the type to sugar coat things. Lord Park stepped forward at the mention of his name.
“I would like to formally apologize to your royal highness,” He got down on one knee, lowering his head, arm over his heart, “for the actions of my children.” I reached down for the princess’ hand, which she easily took. “I did not know of their plans or their intentions.”
“Then why apologize?” The princess asked, her tone matching the one she used on me when she was angry. She stood tall in front of the kneeling Lord.
“Excuse me, your highness?” Lord park looked up at the princess, as did the rest of the room.
“Why apologize for actions that you did not know about, and actions you could not have prevented. Quite frankly, it feels like you're apologizing because you know it would save face, not because you really want to. Don’t be ashamed, Lord Park, you would marvel at my death, the prince could go back to your daughter and you could have royal status after their wedding. You are not sorry about the actions of your children, you are sorry they did not succeed, and you are apologizing to me because you need to save face. Make yourself look like an innocent bystander in order to remain in power.” The princess paused, taking a deep breath, then she spoke again, “Lord Park, I do not despise you. To be fair, I do not have room in my heart, nor time in my day, nor space in my mind to hate you, but I do feel absolute pity for you. Pure pity, for your son has committed treason against two kingdoms in a single night, and I do not know how your image will recover from such actions. I do, however, trust that you will not take any more violent actions against me again, considering, should your family fail again, you could be faced with much more dire consequences.”
“Of course, your highness, I can assure you no harm will come to you from my family ever again,” Lord Park looked down again, red rising to his ears. I wanted to laugh, everything the princess said was the truth, that wasn’t meant to be spoken.
“Is this all you had for us?” I asked my father. My tone, coming off more rude than I initially intended, I directed my gaze to my father, it felt as if he was a stranger ready to disrupt any little happiness I had with the Princess.
Father opened his mouth to speak, but Taeyong beat him to it, “Hansol took a plea deal, he’ll get 25 years in prison for attempted murder,”
“I want to see him,” the princess cut off Taeyong before he could continue on. The attention of the room back on the princess, Taeyong's face was clear that he was not gonna let that happen, watching his reactions allowed me to remain calm. “General, will you please let me see him,” the princess let go of my hand, she stepped closer towards my brother, “I need to see the man that nearly killed me.”
Taeyong’s face shifted, like he understood her request, he nodded. “No,” my mouth opened to speak before my brain could form a reason, but I know she can’t see him, “no, you’re not stepping a foot anywhere near that man,” I felt tempted to shove Taeyong’s head through the glass balcony door, for even considering agreeing to the princess’ request.
“Jeno,” the Princess spoke, her voice soft.
“No,” I know my voice came out too rude, she flinched, and I saw the minute fear flash before her, this isn’t what I wanted. I took a breath before speaking again, “(y/n), no.”
“Jeno,” Taeyong’s tone, I knew where this was going, his tone was the same one as when he scolded me for punching Haechan, after he stole my car for a joyride. To be fair, I was aiming for the wall, Haechan just got in the way. “This is the princess’ decision,” he took a breath, almost like he feared to say more, “you don’t have reason to prevent her from seeing him, should she choose too.”
I let out a breath, turning my attention back to the princess, “you’re not going alone.” She smiled and nodded, I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a second there.
“The news of the attack has been kept within the palace walls, but the people will notice something is wrong, especially with the wedding approaching so fast, there’s more eyes on the two of you than normal.” Taeyong continued on and looked at me.
“We think the Princess should make a charity appearance at the ladies luncheon for the war relief programs. It would do good if the Princess attended, she can show the people that she is willing to help Northcy war victims as well.” Grandma Lee spoke, she was standing up from her chair, she looked at me. They were all asking the princess of things, but they looked to me, as if I was the princess.
“(y/n), if you’re not ready, you don’t need to come,” Lady Na, I should say Aunt Jennie, spoke, she made her way towards the princess, taking the princess’ free hand in her own. Her eyes only met the princess’, I looked at the princess too. The princess was looking back at me, is that why everyone was looking at me, because so was the princess? I squeezed her hand and nodded.
“I shall be there,” she let out a breath, looking to the room, “Queen Hye-young is right, it’ll be good to make an appearance.” Her hand started to shake, she wanted to do this, needed to do this, but it didn’t mean she didn't fear it.
“Leave, all of you,” I wanted to relax, we needed to relax, to forget this just for a moment longer, “just leave.” I pulled the princess towards my bedroom, they started to file out of my room. A few strayed, I stopped right in front of my door, watching them leave. I let the princess into the bedroom. Mark was at the chamber door, Jaemin and Haechan on his side. Chan, Hyunjin, Fei and Mei stayed behind as well. “Why don’t you guys stay, I’ll be back out in a minute.”
I entered the bedroom, seeing the princess sitting on the bed, typing on her phone. “Princess,” I reached out to pull at the princess, “there's people outside for us.”
“More people?” She questioned, looking tired.
“Friends.” We both walked back into the seating area, seeing our friends standing and sitting around. “Just relax,” I whispered in the princess’ ear.
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We sat there, and talked, and exchanged stories, and laughed, and relaxed. I looked at the princess, she was smiling, laughing, and relaxing. There were so many bad things that had happened. I just wanted her to calm down, I wanted her to feel safe.
“Don’t forget the time Jeno almost got the princess to leave Northcy,” Jaemin laughed out, grabbing my attention. I tried to signal him to shut up, but obviously he didn’t notice me. There was a silence that fell over the room.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” the princess questioned exchanging looks with Chan.
“He didn’t…” Jaemin looked at me wide eyed, “I’m sorry, I misspoke.”
“No I don’t think you did,” the Princess said, giving me a look.
“Look, I am so so sorry, I was being selfish,” I’m scrambling for words, anything to make this better, pleading she's not too angry with me, “I wasn’t thinking straight, I just wanted out of this marriage. You know how it was…” The Princess was looking at me with a smirk, as she began to laugh.
“Jeno, calm down, I’m not mad,” she spoke, still giggling away. I must’ve looked like a madman.
“You’re not?” Why isn't she mad, I would be mad, she should be furious with me, she has every right to be.
“No, I probably would’ve done something similar if I was in your position, but now I owe Chan 5 mons,” she laughed more, shaking her head.
“What?” I looked at Chan and he just smiled at me.
“When we got back to the palace, after leaving the airport, Chan made the joke that he bet this was the prince’s idea to get out of the union, I said you’re on.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried, “your highness, I should, and would be angry with you, heavens know you deserve it” she took a deep breath, “but having nearly died," she paused, it looked as if her eyes became glossy for a second, blinking away any tears she continued on, "I don’t want to waste time being angry with you” She smiled at me, her eyes were caring, filled with something. We stared at each other for a moment, a time stopping moment. I stared at her, I could hear the breath she let out, the calm beat of her heart, the flutter of her eyelashes, I never felt more captivated by another person.
The rest of the evening went on, I don’t think I ever took my eyes off the princess. I wanted to memorize every word, breath, tick she let fall past her lips. I can’t recall a single thing that Jaemin, Mark, or Haechan said that night, but I could tell you that the princess covers her mouth with the back of her hand whenever she's about to laugh too hard. Or that she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's being teased, or that she raises her ears when her name is mentioned, or that she sticks out her tongue, licking her bottom lip when she has something to say. It seemed as if the princess had me under a spell where I could only pay attention to her. I must say I don’t mind being spellbound to her.
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The next morning , when you awoke the sunlight was peering into the room. You opened your eyes, and for an eighth of a second you forgot the events of the past two days, until you felt the arm draped over your waist. Sleeping in the same bed as Jeno the past two nights has been more comforting than you could’ve imagined. You slid out from Jeno’s embrace, grabbing your phone from the nightstand, and you called your mom. You haven’t spoken to her since last week, the last thing she knew was that you and Jeno were getting along nicely, and you didn’t think this marriage was gonna be that bad.
You wore another pair of Jeno’s sweats and an old shirt, his old clothes being more comfortable than any couture pajama sets you had. You slipped on one of his hoodies, exiting the bedroom, to call your mom. As the phone rang, you sat on the couch, staring out the glass balcony doors, watching the snow, the kingdom has been covered for nearly a week now. The palace being in the mountains, the snow was always falling, never melting, you were finally getting adjusted to the cold, but still always wearing long pants and long sleeve tops.
When your mom finally answered the phone, the sound of her voice moved you to tears. You weren’t the closest to your mom, but after your sisters died, you two became more dependent on each other. You were her only child left, and she was the only one that could tell you more about your siblings. You explained everything that has happened since you last talked to her. Not a single detail escaping your retelling. Your mother listened attentively, asking questions far too often for the average storyteller. By the time you finished, she was almost convinced that she needed to hop on a jet to come up there and save you. You laughed, telling her that you’re starting to feel better. You’re ready to move on past the whole event, you need something new to focus on. Your mother reminding you that a wedding should be a good distraction, especially considering her and your father are to be arriving in exactly one week.
“I should just come up there now, say I’m there to help you prepare for the wedding,” your mother stated from the other side of the line.
“Mother,” you laughed out, “I will be okay for another week without you or daddy. Not to mention Queen Jaeyeon really took care of everything for the wedding, all I really need to do is show up.”
There was a knock at the chamber doors that took half your attention, “are you sure there’s everything you wanted?” Mother questioned you, you opened the chamber doors to see Mei and Fei on the other side.
Moving out of the way to allow them to enter, “in all honesty mother, I don’t know if there’s gonna be anything I like or want.”
“What do you mean? You had a say, right?” Your mother questioned from the other side.
“I did mother,” you placed one hand over the mic, now looking at Mei and Fei, “what are you guys doing here?” Lifting your hand from the mic, “but I didn’t really use my say,” you spoke to your mother.
“You have a final dress fitting this morning,” Mei responded back gently.
“Why didn’t you use your say?” Mother barked into your ear at the same time.
You nodded at Mei, “Mother I was too busy trying to find a way out of my wedding to focus on making decisions for it,” covering the mic again, “I need you guys to go to my chambers and find me something more appropriate to wear,” you say, this time speaking to Mei and Fei.
“Why can’t we use the clothes you have here?” Fei asked, making her way to the bedroom, your mother scoffing in your ear at the same time.
“Well did you get your surprise yet?” Your mother questioned you, you were signaling at Mei to get her sister.
Covering the mic still, “Fei, No, the prince is still asleep,” Fei stopped the door slightly ajar. Quietly closing the door, again, Fei turned around bowing in apology to you. “What surprise, mother?” you question your mother on the line.
“We’ll find you something,” Mei whispered, dragging Fei out of the chambers behind her.
“Oh,” was all your mother said before rushing to end the call. You looked at the phone, seeing the line going dead. You sighed, but truly feeling better that you talked to her about everything that had happened.
The bedroom doors open up to Jeno standing on the other side, “good morning,” you speak up gently. He smiled a soft gummy smile at you, causing a fit of giggles to come up. Coming up to you, holding you into his embrace.
“Good morning,” his voice the exact opposite of his smile. He was still tired, you could hear it in his voice.
“I spoke to my mother this morning, she asked if I got my surprise yet,” Jeno threw his head back and groaned, you couldn't help but giggle a little, “what’s my surprise?”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be this morning?” Jeno let go of you walking away.
“You’re not answering my question,” you watched Jeno’s back, as he pulled off the shirt he was wearing, making his way into the closet. You never quite took notice on how physically fit Jeno was until this moment.
“You didn’t answer mine,” Jeno responded back, still in the closet, you sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him, to walk back out
“I asked first,” you and Jeno moved about each other as if this was how the two of you have been living for a lifetime. Something so routine, you could only hope this is exactly how life would play out after the wedding.
“You’ll see your surprise soon enough,” Jeno came out of the closet in a new dress pants, shoving his dress shirt in. The top buttons still undone, as he was zipping up his pants, your eyes raking over his body, pulling your lip in between your teeth. “Princess,” Jeno said, grabbing your attention, his face having a knowing look. He came up to you, pulling at your chin forcing you to look at him, but the top few buttons of his shirt remained undone.
“Let me help you,” you said softly, pulling your face out of his grasp, you stood from the bed, now doing the buttons for him. You could feel him watching your fingers move, slightly brushing against him, you were overly focused on doing the buttons. Jeno cleared his throat grabbing your attention, you stepped back, the blush dancing across your cheeks. “What is your schedule like today?” you asked, turning back around to walk into the bathroom, stopping yourself from helping anymore.
“I have a meeting with Taeyong and Father this morning about the Parks, then after that I have a council meeting to attend. The acts of Jisung are considered treason, they need to be brought to the entire council's attention,” Jeno followed after you into the bathroom, no wonder he was dressed so formally you thought.
“What's going to happen to him?” You looked at Jeno through the vanity mirror. You could see Jeno adjusting a tie around his neck in the mirror.
“Currently there’s a formal investigation conducted by the palace guard unit, from there he will be taken to court before the council, privately because of his family’s power. His crimes being of a higher regrade, Father will carry out sentencing personally. You will be asked to make a statement.” You felt your breath hitch, you didn’t like this. You just wanted this nightmare to disappear already. Jeno fixed his watch on his wrist, checking the time, “I’ve got to go princess,” Jeno came up beside you kissing you on the cheek, you leaned into his touch. The act felt routine, but foreign at the same time. Jeno pulled on a vest, buttoning it, before grabbing his jacket, “I’ll see you tonight at dinner,” it looked like he wanted to say more but opted not to. You nodded watching him leave, from your position in front of the vanity mirror.
You sat there for a minute just examining your neck, the bruises were in full bloom, you began to cover them up, trying to erase any memory of them. There was a knock on the door signaling that Fei and Mei were back. You just shouted for them to come in. The two of them bringing you a more than appropriate outfit, they stayed with you escorting you to everything through the day.
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“I’ll see you tonight at dinner,” ‘I love you,’ I should say it, I’m going to say, I have to say it. I don't say it, opting to just leave instead. I made my way to my father's private drawing room. What I didn’t tell the princess was that the investigation is over, sentencing will be tomorrow. The question is not about who did the crime, but more of who aided and abetted the crime.
When I entered the room, Father and Taeyong were already talking amongst themselves, I sat down across from Taeyong. The two of them exchanged a look, “we showed Jisung the video footage of the Jisoo when she was talking to Johnny and when she was talking to Mark, he,” Taeyong paused giving father a glance, to which father just nodded, “he confessed to Jisoo being the one behind the plan, and he just hired the attacker, however he refuses to put it on paper. He’s refusing to turn against her, both of them will be brought forward in trial. However, there isn't any hard evidence against her, everything at the moment is circumstantial. It will be difficult for the council to unanimously agree to convict.”
“Majority of the council is aware there is something going on through the whispers of everyone but the official ruling will be held tomorrow, the princess will be expected to give a statement.” Father spoke, I internally groaned at the thought.
“I assume the princess’ own maids have been keeping her informed of everything that has been discussed by everyone, but you will still need to go over everything with her. She can not be surprised by anything that is said tomorrow.” Taeyong said, looking at me, I could tell that he cared, he always did what he could to protect those around him. “Jeno, we’re trusting you to go over the evidence with her, emotionless. The council is prepared to rip her story apart piece by piece. If you can’t make sure she’s prepared, let us know now.”
“I will go over everything with her, she knows she will be asked to make a statement,” I let out, I would do anything to go back to yesterday when I didn’t have to deal with this. I would much rather deal with that priest than having to walk the princess through the steps of a trial.
“We have to go through everything front and back, we need to make sure that we cannot allow the council to misinterpret anything,” I nodded my head, Taeyong pulled out the files, the three of us going through every piece of information.
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You stood in the middle of a room that was turned into a salon. There was a panel of mirrors, and a platform, like one would use for dress shopping. There was a section divider for one to change, as well as a seating area, you looked around the room. There was no one here except you, Fei and Mei.
Suddenly the doors opened to reveal Queen Jaeyeon, Grandma Lee, Grandmother Na, and a team of people just swarming in. You felt the energy leave your body, the swarm of people filling you with exhaustion, you exchanged a look with Fei. Fei just shrugged and shook her head.
“My daughter,” Queen Jaeyeon called out, you still cringed at the nickname. She pulled you into an embrace, she was so much smaller than her son, but the embrace held so many similarities. You had been away from him for less than a quarter of the day but you longed for him and his calming presence. “Are you ready to try on your dress?”
“I am,” you answered. Queen Jaeyeon had insisted you wear her wedding dress, there were certain design changes made to try to replicate your perfect dress, but it just wasn’t it.
Queen Jaeyeon signaled to someone, they brought forward a box. The person, the seamstress, showed you the contents of the box, it didn’t look like Queen Jaeyeon’s dress at all. The seamstress and two other girls pulled the dress out, it was your mother’s dress. The sight bringing tears to your eyes, never in a million years did you think that your mothers dress was your dream dress. However now, seeing it before you, you couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
“What a beautiful dress, but that’s not Jaeyon's I thought she was gonna wear yours Jaeyeon?” Grandmother Na said examining the dress, neither her or Grandma Lee attended your earlier dress fittings.
“She was, but Jeno had another idea,” Queen Jaeyeon answered, looking at you, gauging your reaction. She was initially resistant to the idea of you not wearing her dress, however Jeno already made the arrangements before informing her. Now watching you almost being brought to tears by the sight, she knew Jeno made the right call.
“This was Prince Jeno’s idea?” This is what your mother was talking about, your surprise.
“He said that it was unfair to you. You were forced to have a wedding in a foreign place, surrounded by foreign people, so to offer some semblance of a wedding you would have liked, he got your mother to send her own dress.” Queen Jaeyeon looked at you like one would to their own daughter, and you so much longed for your own mother, you opened your mouth to ask ‘how.’ “He made the called about a month ago, finding it, sending it to the seamstress to be altered, and some details were added based on what you said, it arrived just a little while ago, in time for the last fitting,” Queen Jaeyeon answered all your questions, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.
“Thank you,” you bowed lowly to Queen Jaeyeon, you felt so much gratitude, it overwhelmed you.
You changed into the dress, standing on the platform looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt like a bride. The compliments flowing from everyone were endless, you glanced at Fei and Mei, both of whom nodded in approval, but it didn’t calm your nerves nearly as much as you thought. Everything was perfect in every way, but it still didn’t feel right, you needed something else, something more. “Fei, Mei,” you whispered to call their attention, the two of them ushered over to you, “I want everyone to leave, and I want Chan, please.” The two nodded their heads and made quick work of it. Before you even turned back around, everyone was leaving, you don’t know what lie Fei said to get them to leave but you were thankful, and Met set off to get Chan.
You waited a mere 10 minutes before the door opened again, this time, Mei was accompanied by Chan and Hyunjin. The two boys ushered in looking around confused, not entirely understanding the reason for their presence. You smiled at the sight of confusion, it reminded you of times long forgotten.
“Princess,” Hyunjin bowed, and you grimaced, he looked up to you, “(y/n),” he apologized. It was an unspoken thing between you and Hyunjin, he would call you ‘princess,’ if you nodded along, he was your guard, if you flinched, he called you ‘(y/n)’ as an apology and he was your friend. “What’s wrong?” he plopped down onto the couch casually, you enjoyed seeing him relax, it put you at ease to remember he was still a friend.
Chan stood further back than you would like, taking in all of you in that dress. You had no idea how many times Chan imagined you in a wedding dress, he just hoped that when it became a reality he was standing at the end of the aisle, not in a salon. “My princess,” Chan finally let out a breath.
“What do you think?” The question was meant for everyone, but it was directed to Chan. The rest of the group turned to Chan, watching his every move. They held their breath, waiting for either of you to make a move.
Chan took a deep breath, reminding himself you were not his fiancée, “you look absolutely stunning,” he smiled at you fondly.
“Do you really think so?” You turned back around examining yourself in the mirror, it seemed as if every imperfection was circled with a red marker.
“(y/n),” Chan looked at you through the mirror, “it looks amazing on you,” you turned back around facing him, “you are an embodiment of beauty,” Chan took your hand as you stepped down from the platform, pressing against him, “and you look nothing less than perfect in this dress.” There was a moment, you just stared at Chan and he stared back at you. Just a moment, where it was just you and him again, and everything you wanted to say was said. “Prince Jeno is very lucky, and he will think the same as I when he sees you,” Chan said, taking a step back away from you.
Chan’s reassurances made all the previous nerves disappear, almost vanishing into thin air. “Thank you,” you pulled Chan in for a hug, that probably lasted longer than it should have. “What do you guys think?” you turned to the rest of your friends, all of them holding big smiles. The outpour of compliments came again and this time, you believed them.
You had Mei bring in Queen Jaeyeon and her team of people, while Fei sent Chan and Hyunjin away. You felt undoubtedly happy about the dress, about the wedding, about your friends, even about Chan. You felt like even without being intimately with him, he was still in your corner, he was still your friend. That reminder puts you at ease more than anything anyone could say.
After measuring some readjustments with the seamstress, you changed out of the dress, and back into your original outfit. Queen Jaeyeon reminded you of this afternoon’s luncheon, which was to be held in the city, at one of the resorts that the Na noble family frequented. You were to ride with Queen Jaeyeon down to the luncheon. She reassured you that even though there was gonna be lots and lots of press, that you weren't required to talk to anyone, all you had to do was show your face. “All you need to do is look happy to be there, that's all we need,” was Queen Jaeyeon’s exact words.
You had exactly an hour, before you had to be back downstairs to ride with Queen Jaeyeon. You made your way to Jeno’s chamber, since the majority of your stuff was there. When you entered you were greeted by Jeno sitting behind his desk, he was writing something down, his eyebrows knitted together in what appeared to be frustration. His fingers pushing in on his temple, he was so deep in thought not even noticing you standing on the other side of the room. You turned to dismiss Fei and Mei, the two understanding seamlessly, your gaze traveling around the room.
Jeno’s jacket was tossed onto the couch, “you know,” Jeno looked up to see who, relaxing further into his seat when he realized it was you, picking up the abandoned jacket, “if you just toss this around, there's going to be wrinkles.” You tried for a stern look but failed desperately as the prince smiled at you.
“My apologies Princess,” Jeno watched you enter the bedroom, pulling a hanger from the closet, hanging his jacket before gently laying it on the couch, ensuring there weren't any unnatural bends. “Did you like your surprise?” He asks with his infamous head tilt and smirk.
“I did very much,” you smiled, remembering, “did you meet with the council already?”
Jeno groaned at your question, “No,” he glanced at his wrist watch, “I have to be downstairs to meet with them in half an hour,” he went back to the papers on his desk, before going back to look at you, “I just came up here you look at some paperwork.” He started to flip a few papers over, not wanting you to see the images of your bedroom, on them.
“I have to leave in an hour to attend the charity luncheon,” you said to change the subject, Jeno nodded along.
“Come, sit with me for a moment,” you looked at Jeno as he pushed away from his desk, turning his chair and patting his thigh. The red that danced across your cheeks became very noticeable. Jeno smirked seeing you become flustered with the suggestion. Nevertheless, you sat, Jeno’s arms sliding around you, finding purchase on his waist, your arms going up around his neck.
The two of you sat there in utter silence just enjoying each other, you felt the urge to kiss the prince. Your gaze shifting between his eyes and lips constantly, you allowed yourself to lean in. Jeno did the same.
“Jeno!” The chamber doors barged open, walking in, Jaemin and Haechan, Mark being nowhere in sight. You jumped, pulling away from the prince, standing up. You willed the blush to settle, as Jeno let out a slight audible groan at the interruption. Jaemin’s mouth made an O-shape, while Haechan’s eyes went wide, “didn’t mean to interrupt.” Jaemin’s expression changed into a knowing smirk, as Haechan hung his head to stifle a laugh.
“Then leave,” Jeno’s face screwed with irritation. You cleared your throat, in a way to reprimanded the prince, “what do you want?” Jeno asked, with a much annoyed look.
Jaemin plopped down onto the couch, rested his feet on the coffee table and whipped his head to look at his cousin, “just wanted to see you.” Jeno’s expression became more irritated, and Jaemin let out a laugh not taking his cousin seriously, he turned more to look at you now, “my apologies if I embarrassed you princess.”
“No apology needed Jaemin,” you smiled at the boy, “If you boys don’t mind I need to get ready for a luncheon.” You looked at Jeno, and he smiled at you, nodding his head. You made your way into the bedroom, closing the doors behind you. After a few seconds you heard the commotion of a fight, but before you went back out it was followed by laughter. You smiled to yourself, your smile growing as you remembered what could've happened.
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Your Eyeballnesses
fanfiction
ao3
word count: 1072
The Observants have been more annoying than usual, resulting in the most DRAMATIC throwdown @princessfanonanona
idk if this is dramatic but its funny
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Danny stared at where the observants had appeared in the middle of his school’s gym. The other students were staring at them, mouths opened wide. Danny couldn’t blame them. Their giant eyeballs were freaky.
“Why are you here?” Danny crossed his arms as he looked at them. They have had terrible timing all week. Why did they insist on always showing up when he was busy?
“You have important royal duties to attend to today, Phantom.” Called the Observant standing in the center of their group. “It is vital you come with us.”
“Reschedule it then!” Danny shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’m in school right now! That’s important too! Stop planning things when I’m supposed to be in class!”
“We think that the duties of our ghost king are a bit more important than some measly high school classes.”
“You say that but Phil had to get me out of being the ghost zone’s marriage counselor.”
“Phantom-”
“And if it’s anything like, banning ghost cannabis or real world items I don’t want to hear about it. That stuff isn’t even bad.”
One of the observants standing in the group pulled out a list from his cloak and crossed a couple things off of it.
Danny sighed. “Can you guys just leave? You’re interrupting my education here.”
“Sir-”
“Hello, your eyeballnesses.”
The observants jumped back, startled. Standing behind them was Phil.
“Phil!” The observant exclaimed. “Please stop startling us like that. And don’t call us that.”
“I’m sorry, but you were the ones who initially asked me to keep Phantom’s living and ghost lives separate in that coronation note I ended up losing.”
The observant scoffed. “You ruined that already. We simply need his assistance with important matters in the ghost zone.”
“As his royal advisor you are to come to me so I can let Phantom know ahead of time when and where his duties are needed.”
“You lose all of our notes anyways!” The observant’s cloak billowed around him angrily. “We came to retrieve him ourselves this time.”
He strode over to where Danny was standing. Grabbing onto his arm, the observant started dragging Danny to where the rest of his group was standing.
“Hey!” Danny shouted. “Get off me!”
Suddenly Phil was teleporting. He appeared right next to Danny. He grabbed onto his arm and teleported him across the gym. Danny sank to the ground and tried to fight back the wave of nausea.
“Thanks.” Danny croaked out. “But also not.”
“I’m sorry, your majesty. The observants often undermine your abilities and your work ethic. It seems they have no problem crossing boundaries and nearing treason when their king is a half human boy.”
“I’m not surprised these guys are racist. When have they committed treason though? They’re just trying to get me to go to a meeting.”
“As well as infinite pockets, I have ears everywhere, your majesty. Some are literal, others are as you would say ‘little birdies’ that tell me what I need to know to serve my king.”
Phil stood up and turned to face the observant that had grabbed Danny.
“You are to leave this school and never set foot here again.”
The observant rolled his one eye. “What power do you have to prevent me from coming here again?”
Danny watched as the other observant’s eyes widened and they backed away. Clearly they knew something that this other guy didn’t. How could anyone be afraid of Phil?
Phil teleported close behind the observant and spoke lowly into what must’ve been his ear.
“You must have forgotten how long I’ve been dead for. How long I’ve crafted my many skills and powers. It is unwise to underestimate me.”
Then Phil was grabbing onto the observant and throwing him across the gym. He nearly flew into the basketball hoop and landed in a heap on the floor. Danny whooped, cheering for Phil.
“Yeah! Get his ass!”
Phil flew towards the observant. It was the fastest Danny thought he’d ever seen Phil move. He sent an ectoblast flying at him as he was trying to stand up and it sent him hurtling across the floor again.
The observant finally stood back up but before he could get a shot back in at Phil, he was being thrown into the air. Phil let him fall back down to hit the ground hard.
The observant groaned and pulled himself up to his knees. He glared at Phil.
“You have no right to-”
Phil ignored the observant and picked him up roughly. Danny’s eyes widened as he watched Phil stuff the ghost into his pocket until he disappeared completely. If Phil was always losing notes that he forgot about, he didn’t wanna know how long it would take him to get the observant out.
“Sorry for that display, your majesty.” Phil said, resuming his usual proper posture. “The observants often forget who is the one with the real absolute authority, especially after so long without an active king. I hope that this will remind them that it is truly you who rules the infinite realms, no matter how hard they try to pull the strings.”
“No, that was awesome!” Danny said, smiling. “I’ve never seen you beat anyone up before! But yeah, thanks. They’ve been annoying all week.”
“You’re welcome, your majesty.” Phil turned back to the rest of the observants who were cowering in a cluster on the far side of the gym. “Come on, gentlemen. Let us have our preliminary meeting so I can inform Phantom about the coming discussions we will be having about the infinite realms.”
Phil walked up to them and grabbed onto the closest one, teleporting them away. Danny turned to grab the basketball he had dropped on the ground when the observants showed up. When he stood back up he saw Tetslaff gaping at him.
“Ah, yeah. I guess you haven’t seen any of the ghost king stuff yet.” Danny chuckled. “That’s my guy, Phil. He was our chaperone for the field trip to the ghost zone.”
“That’s the guy?” She asked.
“Yep. I didn’t know he could be threatening though. I just thought he was some stuffy advisor guy.”
Tetslaff just stared at him. She started to walk away. “Free time for the rest of class. I need to go think about some things for the next hour.”
“Have fun!” Danny called.
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All right, boys, which culprits got executed after TGAA?
Asa Shinn - Very well may have been based on crimes alone, but wouldn’t actually have been because of her apparently magical diplomatic immunity. It doesn’t matter, though, because Menimemo’s poison and knife made that a moot point.
Nikolina Pavlova - Absolutely not. Regardless of which country’s jurisdiction she was tried in, she both didn’t intend to kill Kazuma and didn’t even actually kill Kazuma. If he’d died, she would have had assault and involuntary manslaughter at best, which wouldn’t be executable offenses even if he hadn’t pulled up later in Britain with amnesia. I’m glad they at least told her he wasn’t dead. Poor girl…
Magnus McGilded - Stronghart seemed to imply that he would have hanged had Ryunosuke not taken his case, but his acquittal and Ashley’s later paraffin inferno (parafferno?) made that a moot point.
Joan Garrideb - No. Unfortunately, I don’t believe spousal abuse was grounds for hanging, and negligent assault of poor Olive isn’t, either.
Ashley Graydon - You bet your ass he was. I regret to inform my fellow Egg stans that if anyone in this game is getting the noose, it’s this guy. The man has two counts of murder - one premeditated, one not - and while that almost certainly would have been enough on its own already, he also has countless charges of high treason. I would be genuinely shocked if Ashley wasn’t executed. (Unfortunately, the Skulkins don’t seem to be aware of their old friend’s inevitable demise.)
Raiten Menimemo - It doesn't seem like it? My good friend Yello combined all his various crimes together and figured he'd probably be in prison for 20-30 years rather than being hanged. So our boy Raiten's gonna be put away for quite a while, but probably won't be dead.
William Shamspeare - Probably not? While he was by no means a good person (maybe consider just robbing your neighbor next time instead of trying to chase them off with poisonous gas), and did have a prior criminal record of some kind (though I suspect it was probably just theft and honestly? If it was anything like his gas theft? Valid), there was no actual point where he successfully committed a murder - he killed one man on accident, and failed to kill another man on purpose. It’s true, however, that Quinby hates his guts, and has a lot of influence - so if he had a particularly bad lawyer, it could potentially sway whether or not he was hanged. Ultimately? It could go either way.
Olive Green - Thankfully, no! It was almost explicitly stated that the fact that she didn’t kill Shamspeare was a blessing, because it meant that her life wasn’t over. So again, probably a hefty prison sentence; but she’ll be free someday.
Enoch Drebber - Nah. He planned the crime, yes, but in the end he only became an accomplice in Asman’s actual murder. A hefty prison sentence, I imagine, but not death - and depending on his behavior, he could potentially get out sooner rather than later.
Courtney Sithe - Apparently not! Until Asman’s murder, I thought anybody who deliberately killed anybody in this universe would be hanged because of Stronghart’s comment about McGilded. However, Maria is far too happy about her mom still being alive during the credits for her death to be impending, so I have to think that Courtney is just going to be in prison for A While - possibly the rest of her life (though as a Sithe lover I can dream that she’ll get something shorter). Perhaps the queen commuted her death sentence because of her many years of work in the criminal justice system, which as far as I can tell was the only way you could evade hanging for murder at the time? Either way, she’d still be alive.
Seishiro Jigoku - Yep. Stronghart and others outright said he would likely never see his homeland again, and given that he committed two murders and organized an attempted assassination, I think he’s getting more than just lifelong prison time. The fact that Stronghart spearheaded all of these crimes and had quite a hand in coercing Jigoku to commit them would probably not be enough to stop him from hanging.
Mael Stronghart- Absofuckinglutely. Because okay, sure, he didn’t directly kill anyone. But there’s no way in hell this guy’s not gonna get executed. He’s ordered so many people’s deaths and committed so many corrupt acts that I don’t think it even matters at this point that he didn’t personally get his hands dirty - and given that Queen Victoria openly hates him now, she’s definitely not going to commute his sentence.
#red randomness#ace attorney#the great ace attorney#asa shinn#nikolina pavlova#magnus mcgilded#joan garrideb#ashley graydon#raiten menimemo#william shamspeare#olive green#enoch drebber#courtney sithe#seishiro jigoku#mael stronghart#100 and up neat#technically Genshin and Klint are also culprits#but we already know Klint would be executed because Genshin was going to be hanged for Klint’s crimes#and even if Genshin had only been caught for killing Klint via duel he still probably would have hanged for it#and as for the side cases of course Gregson is not going to be executed for the accidental non-lethal smooshing a bird#and Herlock obviously isn’t going to be executed for stealing Barok’s chalice so he could solve a cold case#so I didn’t think those were worth mentioning lmao#and the Auchi case didn’t even HAVE a culprit#also just so everyone knows i don't actually advocate for the death penalty lmao#or the prison system in general#but people sure did back then!#the great ace attorney spoilers
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Word Find Tag!
I'm catching up with my tags and asks today, because there were so many and I'm not sure if I'll have the time this week, so please bear with me my mutuals (:
I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad, (here)! I'll go with my newest WIP, Of Starlight and Beasts, for this one!
My words are: hurt, help, mercy, and voice
Your words are: loyal, haste, frost, and glory
I'll be tagging (gently, with absolutely no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @unstablewifiaccess, @hrmkingizzy, @elshells, @illarian-rambling, @meerawrites, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jay-avian, @crowandmoonwriting, @writernopal, @elshells, @thetruearchmagos, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @clairelsonao3, @apolline-lucy, @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories, @cowboybruncha nd @kaylinalexanderbooks
✨Contains SPOILERS for the WIP Of Starlight and Beasts✨
Read more for the following scenes (below the cut) (:
A very confused magic boy (Arammys) and The Squad tm waking up in an unknown dungeon and meeting someone important who is not in a good mood.
An old enemy becoming a new friend. The characters make a gamble with their fates - this might be another trap, but it also might be the alliance that tips the scales in their favor. Only one way to find out.
The team's usually collected, calm and fearless character losing it for a second and being vulnerable for the first time in front of his friends. He hates it.
An adorable lesbian warrior showcasing an awesome hidden ability to save her newfound friends, and Arammys being terrified of heights.
Hurt
[...] "Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?" He heard a voice, her voice, coming from the other side of the cobblestone wall, muffled but still clear. The lighting was dim enough that he could see his hands, and there was clearly torch light coming from down the hall ahead.
It took little more than a second of adjusting his sight to realize they were trapped in a dungeon of sorts. How quaint.
Through the ringing in his ears, to the other side, he could also hear Tomasa cursing and punching something metallic, while straight ahead the twins quipped about something he could not quite make out. A strange ache flared in his head, and he closed his eyes tightly.
"I think I'm fine. But where-" He brushed his hands over his eyes, trying to refocus on something that wasn't the irritating ringing in his head "...Where are we though?"
"I'm not sure of where exactly - we got ambushed in the forest sometime ago and the next thing I know we woke up here."
"I figured that much pretty quick. But still, where are we? Do we know this place? Who do we get to thank for our undelighfully icky new accommodations now?"
Just as Arammys finished his sentence, there was a soundless woosh of fabric up ahead. He looked up, squinting through the bars, to see a long-haired figure clad in intricate armor standing right outside the door, stone-faced. He closed his mouth into a thin line.
"That would be me." [...]
Help
[...] "Why should we trust you?" Corah leveled her sword at him, the tip of the blade inches from him. Her eyes were unyielding, and behind her, the group watched the new arrival with a mix of shock and fear.
Bastien lifted up his hands placatingly, calmly taking a step forward and letting the sword hit the chest plate of his armor.
"Because I can help. If you go into her realm alone, none of you will make it out."
Corah scoffed, tightening her grip on the blade's hilt. She tilted her head. "That's awfully convenient coming from the guy who tried to kill us in our sleep only a month ago. Now you expect us to be stupid enough to follow you like ducklings right into your Queen's slaughter hall, is that it?"
"No!" He exclaimed, before regaining his calm composure "Look, you have no reason to forgive me, and frankly, I can understand if you won't fully trust me either. I know I wouldn't. That's not what I'm asking for - but consider this, I'm already committing high treason just by coming here. And most certainly for bringing you this."
He slowly reached for his satchel, not once breaking eye contact with the girl, who watched his every move, expecting the worst. His hand reappeared a second later, holding the amulet for all to see. Behind her, gasps echoed around the small clearing.
Blood and embers swirled inside the glowing crystal. Corah recognized it immediately - everyone knew the story, a symbol of the bitter love that shook their nations and sparked a war, Queen Meira's best-kept secret.
Corah lowered her sword, eyes still narrowed.
"How did you get that?"
"...Because the Queen also happens to be the liar who called herself my mother." [...]
Mercy
Eidan's shoulders stiffened, and he stared emptily at the destruction ahead. His fingers brushed the bracelet around his left wrist, seeking comfort. "The 'Eclipsed' aren't exactly known for their mercy, that I know well."
Their group went silent as they realized what he meant, the howling of the foggy wind and creaking trees outside the massacred temple being the only sounds surrounding them for a long moment.
Mason, of all people, stopped his bickering with his twin, suddenly aware of the turn the conversation had taken. He reached out a hand, hoping it would be a comforting gesture, but as soon as the tip of his fingers brushed against the fabric over Eidan's shoulder, the young man flinched away violently.
"I don't need your pity." Eidan snapped, distant eyes mixing the current anger he was feeling with the fear his memories brought back to the surface before his expression numbed again, "We should keep going, we'll be wasting daylight at this rate."
"Are you sure-"
"I said we should keep going." Eidan didn't look over his shoulder nor spoke anything else, practically marching ahead of the group and turning back to the trail they should be following.
Voice
"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my-!" His voice became raggedy as the dragon flew higher, having caught them just seconds before they would've hit the ground. He clings to her golden scales, trying to digest the fact that this giant dragon was the same friend who loved to arm wrestle sailors at a tavern and dance to rowdy music.
Tomasa is a dragon - that should be the most shocking thing at this moment. However, given their distance from the ground and her speed as arrows soared past them, Arammys' main concern centered around not falling to his death.
"Pretty cool, huh?" She turns her long neck to look over her shoulder for a moment, nearly hitting the city wall in the process.
Arammys swallowed, clutching the scales around her neck so tightly he thought the muscles of his hands would snap. "That's - certainly a word. I'm just not sure it applies!" The words faded out into a terrified scream as their dragoness friend purposefully swirled in circles in the air, her hearty laugh rattling through his bones.
"Aw, don't be such a killjoy! This is amazing." Tomasa exclaimed, stretching out her wings. When Arammys didn't answer, she tried to look at him again but was unable to see his face as he held on to her neck for dear life.
She let out a deep sigh, her voice ringing with the kind of deadpan disbelief that only a seasoned fighter could have. "Don't tell me this boy has his eyes closed."
Corah snorted out a single laugh at their friend's tone, placing a reassuring hand on Arammys' back, before answering her. "He's got his eyes closed."
"You've got to be kidding me."
#wip of starlight and beasts#find the word tag#word find tag#writers on tumblr#my wips#writerblr#character writing#writers#my characters#writing#writeblr#my writing
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Bear Castle Chronicles 2.0
(actually there has been at least 4 different versions but let's not go there...)
I have officially un-shelved BCC (reintro here) after almost 2 years of hiatus. At the time I was very frustrated with it and felt like I didn't know anymore what I wanted and what was it's point. Now I have rediscovered a passion for it. With more distance to the story, I can more easily see the darlings that need to be killed and where I want to take this story. I will be rewriting some of the worldbuilding and restructuring the plot. Hopefully I get back to drafting it soon.
I drew some of the most central characters as I was thinking about the fashion. There's no big departures from my previous ideas, but I have much clearer image about the fashion in my mind now, so mission succeeded. I will use this as an opportunity to do a little re-intro to the characters. There is some changes to them, some older (which I never publicly introduced) some I have done since I un-shelved this WIP.
Valeri cor Mantgamia (left)
he/him
Second youngest main sibling (25)
Accidentally becomes a spy but oops is the worst liar on the planet
Biromantic demisexual
Is in cavalry and there has all the homoromantic tension a man could ask for but is unfortunately the most repressed man
Is in for an existential crisis and unreasonable amounts of maiming (because he's my poor little meow meow)
Fiolev cor Mantgamia (right)
he/they
Youngest main sibling (19)
So in a much earlier iteration of the story he was a girl, but the character wasn't working out and I kinda made a whole different character, a boy, but I've still struggled figuring him out. You could say I transed his gender, so now he is transmasc
Valeri made him dress as a boy when they were kids and homeless, and while he doesn't see himself as a boy, he definitely doesn't see himself as a girl either and rather presents as a boy
Uses his ability to turn into a girl to con people though
Accidentally cons his way to being possessed by a demon and being part of a plot to start a civil war
Aroace
Faerathos cor Mantgamia (bottom)
he/him
Oldest main sibling (28)
He was supposed to be the one tragically cishet sibling... They were all cishet at first....
He is bi of course he is bi I'm incapable of not making my characters bi
Accidentally commits high treason by (accidentally of course) having an affair with the empress
Also commits high bi disaster by accidentally having a thing with the emperor too, his long time homoerotic friend
Agrippa noé Moireau (top left)
she/her
Tragically straight
Groomed to be The Long Lost Rightful Heir and The Chosen One
Is actually a tool of imperial control
Valeri's love interest
Cassia cor Mantgamia (top right)
she/her
Second oldest main sibling (27)
Plotting murder literally every waking moment
Spying for the enemy with the goal of overthrowing the government and murdering the imperial family
Targets Julie, who is partroned by an imperial prince, but accidentally catches feelings but oops she is bad at feelings (the whole family is very accident-prone)
Collected on the outside, disaster bi on the inside
Julie noé Maupin (bottom left)
she/her
Opera singer master duelist lesbian casanova occasional novelist
Has a dark secret
Does NOT want to get involved with any political shenanigas (gets involved with political shenanigans)
Cateline (bottom right)
she/her
Assassin to a criminal organization Fiolew gets entangled with
One-sidedly in love with their leader who has ambitions of power
Mute and communicates with writing
Bi
Marcus K'irhinzaham (left)
he/him
The commander of Mantgamia house guard, which now only consists of him, and (according to popular (and his) knowledge) Faerathos is the only one left to guard anyway
Widely recognized as the greatest swordsman of his time
Short king (169 cm)
Bi
Cúén "Fechín" cor Faélci (right)
he/him
Previously named Conan cor Faélin, the last name changed a bit because I did some changes to his language and his first name didn't really fit the language either
Known in the army as Fechín, because he is imposing as his dead cousin to spy for the Cabalusian independence army
Gay trans man (which makes his cover solid, people think there's only daughter his age in his aristocratic family)
An asshole especially to Valeri but oops they have to secretly work together now
Gid'alon Child of Stars (bottom)
they/any
Vašáin, Ahinian third gender, in their case it means they are intersex and non-binary
In exile after doing a little bit of heresy
Just wants to do their research on the spiritrealm but oops one of the demons they studied possessed Fiolew
It's been such a long time since I used the tag list, so if you were tagged, let me know if you want to be continued to be tagged and I'll add you to the new tag list! If you weren't tagged, but would liked to be in future, also let me know! Tag list under the cut.
bcc tag list: @lady-redshield-writes @worldbuildng @siarven @hell-yeah-fantasy @heniareth @wilde-writing @contes-de-rheio @kainablue @lillayalightfoot @teacupwriter @sancta-seraphina @writingnosefreak @dotr-rose-love @writingwithhotchocolate @dove-actually @kathritana @ettawritesnstudies @the-ichor-of-ruination
(I forgot to add the taglist at first, I hope it still works even if I edited it in)
#writing#writeblr#art#fantasy#am writing#original fiction#writing update#my wips#my writing#original character#my ocs#high fantasy#epic fantasy#dark fantasy#my art#character art#bcc#bcc art#bear castle chronicles
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“We’ll have to give her back!” Rhaenyra snapped at her husband. “I knew it was a terrible idea the moment you suggested no more than a year ago about this plan but if we commit a bigger trea-“
“We’ve already committed the heinous treason against the entire realm by taking their beloved princess, your grace.” Daemon deadpanned and turned from the fireplace. “And let’s not forget, my son as well.” Just thinking about that look of rage his son held against them- him to be more specific brought nothing but dread.
Rhaenys walked into the room with a sigh. “All of you got a bigger problem to solve. She’ve disappeared from her room we’ve placed her in.” This immediately caught both of their attention.
“What do you mean she’s gone? We got the finest guards and they somehow lost a child who’s no older than eight?” Daemon glared at her.
“You’re underestimating this said child, again.” Rhaenys snapped and gave Rhaenyra a disappointing look. “I wouldn’t normally expect any child of your son to become a persisting problem, but this truly proved us wrong.”
“Well, I don’t expect her to outrun us and I’ll go fetch her back myself-“ Daemon began.
“Wait, what do you mean… you?“ Rhaenyra interrupted and looked at Rhaenys in confusion. “You talk as if we aren’t allies anymore.” This wasn’t easing her increasing nerves at all.
Rhaenys only blankly stared at them before walking out of the room. Leaving the two of them in utter silence.
Little did they know, she’s off to release Gaelithox and find that child to take her back home.
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Argella heavily pants as her boots patted against the wet grounds throughout the dark caves. Using the sheets to escape through the high balcony wasn’t her ideal escape plane, but it worked.
“Gaelithox?” She whispered-yelled through the caves. The princess expects them to chain up her wounded dragon, but what else is there to expect? She doesn’t even know where to start-
A loud roar with bright green flames as other flames appeared from above to her right. She gasped and noticed the blackest and largest dragon that is nearly sized to The Black Dread itself with another grey-looking one but smaller.
They stared at her just as she did to them. Until she began softly singing them a Valyrian lullaby while stepping towards them at the same time. The wild dragons didn’t do much but slightly leaned towards the sound of her voice.
Her singing slowly trialed off as she admired them.
Isn’t it the notorious beasts called Cannibal and Grey Ghost. The other one must’ve been claimed by someone called Nettles. The former leaned towards her outstretched hand before purring into it. She smelt of dragonwhisperer! Something too rare since the doom…
Argella couldn’t help but smile fondly at these beautiful yet lonesome creatures. “But first… we’re getting Gaelithox first.” Then we’re gonna cause some catastrophe on Dragonstone and come back home to Papa!
- 💜 Anon.
The second that he hears whispers of Argella escaping her captive room, he smiles as he pets Carnifex. "Are you ready for another adventure, dear boy?" He cooed softly at his bonded dragon.
Carnifex gave him a snort as if to say, when am I not? It brought a smile to his face.
He always knew Argella had the spirit of a fighter, of a dragonwhisperer. It was her destiny to choose. She'd find her way, of that he was sure.
Baelon climbed on top of Carnifex with quick movements as he spoke clearly. "Sovegon!"
Carnifex was only in the air for a minute before gaelithox appeared in the sky with two more dragons. Baelon looked mildly impressed. Yes, that was his child alright.
"It seems a demonstration is in order. Carnifex, are you prepared for the worst?"
The would call him a kinslayer for this, the worst crime but he would do worse for his family.
"Dracarys!"
#baelon ii targaryen#argella targaryen#aka baelon burns dragonstone to the ground after argella escapes with three dragons and ends the war#he returns home to his family with his daughter and happily ever after
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The Convict: A false Mistborn, known as the Wraith, who escaped from the Pits of Hathsin. Wanted, alive or dead, for escaping confinement and committing various acts of treason against the Lord Ruler.
(I need to use the sleep)
The moon was compulsive (boy, try taking that out of context), but the approximate mental image has been in my head for a while, now. My original thought had this in more of a high-contrast inked style, but I really like this version with the softer rendering. I might use it again.
Light source uhhhhhh imagine there's a street light to the left, or something.
Yes the cowl and shoulders are leather. They look very shiny, but they are meant to be leather.
Consider this a beta version of his Mistborn drip, I haven't sat down and really sketched out a solid version of anyone's clothes for this AU quite yet. There may yet be a hat in his future, or at least a nice tall collar.
Anyway, Ingo's fine, he's totally fine, just a bit of a vigilante, he's fine.
I didn't mean for his skin tone to come out so dark -- he looks very tan in this, I think. Part of it could be chalked up to the lighting, but he does look quite sun-kissed.
Anyway, have a good day!
(Program: Krita; time taken: about 1 hour, 10 minutes)
#subway boss ingo#submas#mistborn au#ooooouuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh my eyes#I've been sitting and my ankles want me to know it#owwie#but! he is done#boy I love the highlighter brush#bestest friend in the whole wide world right now#eggin creatin'#so I drew this at an absurd hour#but even so#I do think that I like how it came out#I should redraw it when I'm more lucid#queued posts
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hi do not mind me i just got emo about winter schnee and the ending of v8 and so my first finished rwby vignette has been completed... no v9 spoilers! just spoilers for the v8 finale
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in the swirling yellows of the sandstorm, white doesn’t stand out much at all.
the sharp blues of the winter maiden power, though, makes winter a beacon as she lands on her feet outside of a rapidly closing portal. thousands of eyes turn to her, and yet she seeks out the only ones that truly matter in that moment– two pairs of twin blue eyes that are so familiar and yet so distant, the only people in the world who matter.
she had tried to put the world first, once. isn’t that why she listened to james for so long? why she had prioritized her mission over all else? nothing would matter so long as she kept in line and protected the people, but she had slipped, and now…
…and now she has nothing. not james, who had betrayed his own heart and her own in turn, a shadow of the man she once knew. not penny, sweet penny, who had given her life so that winter may take her place as the protector of mantle– a foolish wish, though, since when has winter ever been able to protect anybody?
and not weiss.
winter’s fist clenches against the hilt of her sword, and she brushes through the crowd; she can only imagine what expression must be plastered on her face. her hair slips free of its bindings, and she doesn’t have the presence of mind to sweep it back in place as she staggers through.
people are calling her name. she hears it. unfortunately for them, echoed in the season she was named after, she only hears the word that symbolizes her own failure.
winter.
you were supposed to be good enough, winter.
you were supposed to help people, winter!
“-winter!”
winter snaps out of her dull misery just in time to see her sister’s silly little friends, the ones that had insisted on killing themselves for a chance to save someone they loved, and something inside of her tightens. they came back from that mission with their friend alive.
“what happened?” the red-haired one asks almost desperately, and when winter presses her lips together, she just nods resolutely, seeming to understand. “yeah, we can talk after we fight… this. can we fight this? where’s penny?”
“penny is gone,” winter says, even as she presses a hand to her chest, feels the smallest spark of green lingering there. “you only have me now.” and maybe this time i’ll be enough.
“what about team rwby?” the other asks, dark eyes bearing into winter’s soul– she hasn’t forgotten the way he had called her out on the ship not that long ago.
team rwby. somehow, winter had thought that the other three had made it here– had made it out alive. and yet, as she scans the citizens of atlas and mantle, she only sees the huntresses she had once looked down upon for committing treason against the high council– she does not see her sister’s team.
so they all fell then. winter’s heart sinks even further, and she purses her lips, giving a small shake of her head. “gone as well. i… i had hoped…”
“we can talk about it later!” the girl proclaims, yanking the boy away from winter, blazing determination in her eyes. “right now, we have people to protect! the grimm are everywhere!”
“right.” the boy says, and he settles against the girl’s side, his dark eyes matching her determination. winter would have never admit it before, but she might begrudgingly see why her weiss had found a home with these two.
weiss…
enough. winter shakes her head, and she clenches her fists, the power of the maiden springing to her. “you two get these people into a crowd,” she commands. “scattered as they are now, they make for easy pickings. we need a way out of this sandstorm.”
“yes ma’am!” the girl choruses, and both spring into action– and, as winter watches them carefully, other hunters and huntresses follow their lead, corralling the citizens of atlas and mantle into a crowd guarded carefully.
amongst those citizens are winter’s mother and brother. winter can spot them now: she can see the way her mother’s arm curls whitley against her side, protecting him even as they stand their own in the sea of people. somehow, weiss had coaxed their gentle giant of a mother from her sorrow, a feat winter never managed before she had left.
winter couldn’t tell them of weiss’s fate. not yet. not when the grimm fed on their despair, attracted to their darkness.
one more thing to bottle. one more thing to keep tangled inside of her until it spilled from her lungs like a broken inkwell.
i’ll keep them all safe for you weiss, winter vows, and as she commands the power of the maiden, urges it to take her into the skies, she presses a clenched fist to her chest, holding the last remnants of her grief there before it is all swallowed down. i won’t let your sacrifice be in vain.
and it’ll have to be enough, for now.
#kasey writes stuff#rwby#winter schnee#others are here but implied#btw theres a reason winter doesnt remember ren or nora's names#like hasdhfdshf she knows them as operatives and here she is nnnnot thinking about them like that#she's thinking about them as weiss's friends.#just thought id mention that here before someone got onto me LMAO
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the lads but it’s cards against humanity
some of these are funny most aren’t lmao
prompts are bolded!!
OZZY -
- Seeing my father cry; kid-tested, mother-approved.
- Step 1: A sorry excuse for a father.
Step 2: Vehicular manslaughter.
Step 3: Profit.
- What's my secret power? Fucking all my dad's friends.
- What's that smell? Poor life choices.
JUNIPER -
- Excuse me, straight man, but all the different kinds of lesbians isn't for you, STRAIGHT MAN.
- Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, we called you because we're concerned about Cynthia. Are you aware that your daughter is throwing grapes at a man until he loses touch with reality?
- Girls. High five, bro.
- A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without getting serial killed.
XIMENA -
- I never truly understood hot people until I encountered your mom.
- But before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you vigorous jazz hands.
- That's right, I killed heteronormativity. How, you ask? Bees?
- For my next trick, I will pull science out of a Bop It.
WHITTANY -
- I drink to forget being rich.
- Uh, hey guys, I know this was my idea, but I'm having serious doubts about breaking into song and dance.
- I got 99 problems but crumbs all over the god damn carpet ain't one.
- Hey guys, welcome to Chili's! Would you like to start the night off right with kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support?
ASH -
- Arby's We Have completely unwarranted confidence.
- When I am President, I will create the Department of a bitch slap.
- Hey Reddit! I'm judging everyone. Ask me anything.
- I'm LeBron James, and when I'm not slamming dunks, I love two Xanax and a bottle of wine.
VIVIAN -
- YAAAAAAS! You are serving me daddy issues realness!
- Dude, do not go in that bathroom. There's men in there.
- What's the best metaphor for our political system? 30 shirtless bears emerging from the fog.
- 50% of all marriages end in listening to her problems without trying to solve them.
EVERETT -
- In the new Disney Channel Original Movie, Hannah Montana struggles with the patriarchy for the first time.
- What are my parents hiding from me? Saying "I love you".
- As the mom of five rambunctious boys, I'm no stranger to a little boy who won't shut the fuck up about dinosaurs.
- If you can't love yourself, how the hell you gonna love committing treason?
KIWI -
- Mamma Mia. Here I go again. My! My! How can I resist giggling like an anime girl?
- Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on sunshine an rainbows.
- TSA guidelines now prohibits wizard music on airplanes.
- My fellow Americans: Before this decade we will have Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on the moon!
DEAN -
- I get by with a little help from self-loathing.
- I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called "being fucking pathetic".
- Your dreams are one click away! Learn more at Hope.com.
- What's the most emo? A lifetime of sadness.
NIX -
- Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's menstrual rage.
- The class field trip was completely ruined by whatever straight people do for fun.
- It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with unfathomable stupidity.
- Old MacDonald had dark and mysterious forces beyond our control. E-I-E-I-O.
HUNTER -
- Howdy neighbor! I couldn't help but notice you struggling with getting into a pretty bad car accident. Need a hand?
- Why can't I sleep at night? Dead parents.
- When I was tripping on acid, BATMAN! turned into therapy.
- I'm Tony Robbins, and over the next sixty minutes I'm going to teach you how to harness the power of the Kool-Aid Man!
DOTTIE -
- What's there a ton of in heaven? Some god damn peace and quiet.
- What's a girl's best friend? Solving problems with violence.
- I'm going on a cleanse this week. Nothing but kale juice and silence.
- IF you like sipping kombucha like a smug piece of shit, YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK.
ADEN -
- Check me out, yo! I call this dance move "establishing dominance."
- White people like drinking gasoline to see what it tastes like.
- Just saw this upsetting video! Please retweet!! #stopmyinnerdemons
- Why do I hurt all over? A mistake.
SYLVIA -
- Designers! For this week's challenge, you must make a dress designed for telling Heather she can't pull off that top.
- Daddy, why is mommy crying? Toxic masculinity.
- And the Academy Award for complaining goes to the careless cunt who left a water ring on my credenza.
- Why am I sticky? Soup that is too hot.
LOUIE -
- Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children PTSD.
- We're here! We're doing crimes! Get used to it!
- Today on Maury: "Help! My son is being a motherfucking sorcerer!"
- Premiering tonight: NBC's new heartfelt family drama, This Is an old guy who's almost dead.
MARSHALL -
- I'm sorry Professor, but I couldn't complete my homework because of some guy.
- What never fails to liven up the party? Being on fire.
- Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have a date with kayaking with my sluts.
- Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors and there is a messy bitch who lives for drama.
#nix rodentia#aden fang#dean rodentia#ash fliwig#dottie angels#everett mustelidante#hunter gundog#juniper passerine#kiwi purrborne#marshall snowshoe#ozzy swan#ximena avianta#louie duck#whittany lop#sylvia honeyberg#vivian pyroar#cards against humanity
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Adam’s Day Off
Word Count: 800
Tags: Adam/Belle, family fluff <3
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“No! Please! I beg of you!”
“It’s too late for any cries for mercy! You have committed treason against your kingdom, and you will face punishment!” The captain then drove her sword through her foe, mercilessly watching as he gasped for breath, wobbling on his knees before falling backwards on the ground.
The captain stepped over to him, placing her foot on his stomach. “Any last words?”
The man looked at her. “Well, you’ve already killed me. You should’ve asked that before the deed was done, Renée.”
“I know not of this Renée which you speak of!! My name is Captain Rainbow of the Mountains, and you will OBEY ME!”
“I’m sorry, Captain, uh, Mountains.”
“That’s quite alright. Now excuse me while I deal with my subordinates, Papa.”
Adam smirked as he watched his daughter walk off, her wooden sword swinging against her legs, stuck in a leather belt her mother had fashioned for her. He sighed and dropped his head back onto the soft grass. Despite the tragedy of their latest battle, Adam was thankful for a break from the high energy of his children. He watched the clear blue sky for a moment before closing his eyes, finding peace in the sweet sounds of laughter that surrounded him.
After a few minutes of solitude, the king started to hear footsteps, as well as the skirt of a dress swishing against the ground with each step. He didn’t open his eyes until he suddenly felt colder, as though something was now blocking the sunlight he had been laying in.
He opened his eyes, smiling and tilting his head at the sight. “Hello, darling.”
“Hi, love,” Belle chuckled. “Taking a break?”
“Well, the children had me murdered.”
“Ah, how sad.”
He shrugged against the grass. “I’m coping.”
Belle laughed, putting her hands on her hips and looking out at her three gremlins running around. “Children! Why did you kill your father?”
Renée stopped and shouted back at once. “He committed TREASON, Mama!”
Belle looked down at her husband, who looked back up at her with a resolute expression. “It was anarchy, I had no choice.”
His wife shook her head, a wide grin on her face as she crouched down and slowly laid down beside him, fixing her dress so it would cooperate with her.
Adam watched as she settled beside him, his head now turned on one side to meet her eyes. “Hi,” he smiled.
“Hi,” his wife replied, smiling back.
“How was your day?”
Belle looked up in thought, then back at him. “Good, actually.”
“Yeah? How did the meeting with the board go?”
“As to be expected,” she rolled her eyes and exhaled. “But I think I got through to them.”
“That’s my girl,” Adam said proudly.
Belle smirked. “What about you? How was your day off with the children?”
“Well,” Adam sighed. “It did cost me my life…” his wife laughed as he continued. “But it’s been rather fun. Wish you had been out here with us.”
“Well, I’m certainly here now,” she replied.
“You certainly are,” he grinned.
They smiled at each other for another moment before Renée returned with a vengeance. “Mama! What are you doing, fraternizing with the enemy??”
Adam propped himself up on his elbows. “I thought I was out of the game! I’m dead!” he argued.
Belle sat up, engaging with the imaginary scenario at once. “Oh, I would never collude with such filth! Lead the way, Captain! And you! Is this our Lieutenant Reecy?”
Their four-year-old son came running over, jumping on Belle’s lap and laughing playfully. He had a smaller wooden sword in his hand and a pirate hat that was slightly too big on his head.
“We’re in the battle, Mama!” the boy began to explain.
“He’s been nothing but problems,” Renée interjected, clearly exasperated by her little brother’s presence. “Lieutenant Treetop Stars,” she said, turning to her sister. “What’s the latest report?”
“Trouble from the west,” Juliette stated, looking at an empty scroll. “We’ll need our horses.”
“Let us gather the horses! Come on, Mama! There is not a moment to waste, they need us!”
The two princesses ran off, little Maurice getting excited and yelling “We need the horses!!” as he skipped off to follow them.
Belle grinned and got to her feet, turning to look at her husband and holding her hand out. “I shan’t leave any soldier behind.”
Adam laughed, taking her hand and standing as she pulled him up. He wiped the grass off himself. “You’re kinder than your superiors.”
“Renée is ruthless,” Belle admitted.
The king bent down and picked up his sword, poking his wife with the rounded tip. “That’s Captain Rainbow of the Mountains, to you.”
The couple laughed, walking off to join their children in their wonderful imaginary world.
#some family fluff today <333#beauty and the beast 2017#beauty and the beast (2017)#batb 2017#adelle#adam x belle#belle x adam#batb fanfic#batb fic#lydia writes!#oc writing
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Aaa another tog blog :3 hear me out (an imagine not a request). You know the story of Pinnochio, the doll who turned into a real boy ? Imagine fem great warrior reader somehow escaping her friends because Jahad accused her husband of treason, and he had him killed. So reader decided to create her own "daughter", basically a puppet who has both her features and her husband's features and traits. She raised her daughter and loved her. Imagine that "daughter" meeting any family head though.
Creativity is boundless, is it not?
May I have your attention please? Yes, yes, now that I have certainly caught your attention, behold to what I'm about to show you. A definition of a masterpiece has finally appeared. Now, I won't lie, this certainly... Peek my interest as a writer. As someone who's suffering mentally and physically a writer blog (sadly enough) this is something I cannot pass to immediately think off in my head.
This is quite an interesting concept of a story. After reading through it, I could certainly image the entire plot after suffering the typical usual writer illness. Now, let's us summarize the entire plot all together while added other things.
Imagine if the reader are a closed friend to Arlene, the two stick together as if they're an inseparable twin. To the point if you want to find one of them, just find the other person. They have a close relationship in a familial way, hence, they share each other trouble with one another.
As Jahad ascend toward the throne, the two of them live a happy life with their own significant other, while he remain there, high and mighty, ruling the tower. The interesting part is Jahad accusation isn't entirely false. Considering how much of a tyrant he is, let's think the possibility both of reader and Arlene join force together to stop Jahad possesion against the throne, just like how it mentioned by the canon story.
Which led for her husband, to be on the front line alongside the others. But alas, their enemy itself was their own friend, the great 10 family that did not bother to take their side. On the final fight where they're cornered, reader husband was killed I'm front of her, at the same time it was his attempt to keep her safe. Seeing such a gruesome sight bring furry inside of her, anger boiling like a lava, ready to explode. Yet, his final words for her is to run away, just like Arlene and V.
It shattered her pride to pieces, but he knows what best for her, and commits one last transportation for her sake, a device that was kept in case of emergency. With that, she was wrapped elsewhere, away from any harm. The lost of her dear husband itself is devastating, but there's nothing she can do. She prompted to return where she came from, the outside, where everything begun.
And she for sure, will start another chapter. But not for her, but for someone else. And that's the beginning of her daughter life. At first, thinking through the possibility of creating a puppet, may on similar case with Enryu, and it is said even Urek one of the top Ranker cannot create a life out of shinsu. So, let's make it a bit more complex than Enryu case.
Reader was lonely, which is quite obvious. She left behind everyone that she knew of, even the place she called home. So, she decided to carve a human sort of puppet by the wood. ( Yes, yes we're following the Pinnochio with a mix ) Afterwards, she tried to do an experiment with it, she tried to infuse her shinsu inside of that puppet. It was many kind of fail attempt to another failure. She's losing hope until one day, her shinsu overburst that led for a blinding light appeared, with a gust of wind that spread across the entire ground, bringing down everything that stand on its way.
Long story short, that overwhelming power ended up creating a life that similar to a human. Due to the shinsu, some of their body parts turn into a flesh slowly. But the unique part of her daughter, is the fact alone she did not have a heartbeat, any organs to eat or even a blood. It makes sense since she... She's a puppet, a complex version of Enryu puppet ( no offense, please refrain from red rain me)
Nevertheless, this is where everything start, where a new chapter she seeks will start. A new book, a new ending, much more delightful and happy, with certain traumatizing start and begining. Ahem, either way, the daughter become curious of this said tower after living for so long outside the tower. And on one faithful day, she sneak away to participate this bloody tower, her mother had said. Certainly, the troublemaker side and curiosity came from the husband, to the point it felt as if reader herself had a doting daughter.
Although, she certainly did not escaped her mother pry eyes. Because, how are you going to sneak away from a great warrior that had sneak away from the tower? Complicated kind of question, I'm well aware.
On the fun part, the daughter stumble upon Baam and his gang, following after them all especially the brunette himself. She cannot tell for sure, but there's a certain attachment toward him. No, it's not romantically. No, it's not a friends to lover troupe. Yes, it's a normal platonic relationship that both of their parents have.
Here's the plot twist... Rachel is aware of reader daughter existence, just like how she did to Baam. Shocking? Certainly, because this one, is chasing after her as well. But, we could leave the guarding to Khun and Rak. Or maybe just Khun, especially when Rak has a certain... Eh, well you understand.
Heading toward the Traumerei part, let's add another twist, because Iiratix is a well-known angst lover and plot twist added. What if Traumerei once love reader, but it's an unrequited love as the reader fall for her husband instead? Well, that will leave a lasting wound of heartbreak. Thus, when he sees a familiar figure, much to his dismay, he cannot help but be cruel and mean, pointing out the fact that she has already aware of.
"It does not matter whether I'm a puppet or not, I'm my mother's pride and joy, the one who'll take revenge on behalf of my father's death."
Was all she said with a determined expression and a smile. Well, someone seems to be taken the personality of her mother that was courageous. Her runaway is an exceptional, since it was what her husband want, so there's nothing she can do of it. Either way, it was a nice time to imagine this plot.
#conversation#tower of god#kami no tou#tower of god x reader#khun aguero agnis#khun#25th baam#baam#𝙸𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚡™
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United as one! Ohsama Sentai... King-Ohger! Still reeling from the truth behind Gira's origins, the four rulers have defeated the Bugnarok once more through... less than efficient means, speaking charitably. However, their clashing egos may prove to be the least of their concerns as they stand against Racules and Desnarak. Kamejim, using the chaos of the battle as a smokescreen, breaks into Gokkan's capital and swipes a mysterious amber-like object related to God Scorpion. What dangers await our heroes as the battle rages on? For what reason does Racules betray Gira and his own countrymen? To whom goes the future of Shugoddam?
All that to say, "Spoilers, I guess"...
-"Rita turned Gira into a snowman and re-established his claim to the throne." Understood.
-Welcome home, Prince Gira.
-Kogane-san! Buun-kun!
-Gira-Ouji!
-Gira-oujisama!
-The people love the prince!
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
-Yeah Zenryoku King is a certified bop.
-OujI! Ouji! Ouji! Ouji! Ouji!
-Stoooop!
-Oh hello, Desnarak. I uh... hope I get to know you a little better, we've been so focused on Racules I think I don't really register you.
-Rita Rolllin'
-Thank you, Mofurun
-Oh my god, they got an Android.
-I know an Android phone when I see one.
-Oh! Okay, going giant already I see!
-Oh that's neat, time zones.
-Siege on Giant.
-"Don't even think about disarming those bombs! They'll go kaboom~!"
-"Gira Hastie! Deliver him to us!"
-Oh, off he goes!
-Yanma jumpscare.
-"I became buddies with the bug-"
-"No you did not!"
-I think filial piety kinda goes out the window when your brother commits high treason and acts of war, Yanma.
-Gira goes!
-"President Yanma! Prince Gira! We welcome you!"
-Diplomacy, once more!
-Goddamn, Rita and Kaguragi gotta have some muscle on them if they can hold Gira back like that.
-Oh fuck off Racules, you manipulative fuck hjklhg
-Man, family drama's hot on Super Hero Time.
-Holy shit, Douga did that like it was nothing.
-"Back to work, ladies!"
"Kogane-neesan... should we be evacuating from that big coccoon thing?"
-"Mmmmm... eehhhhh, it'll be fine~! Don't worry about it, Buun-kun~!"
-Chained once more.
-HE DOESN'T EVEN GET A CHAIR
-Himeno what the fuck, give him a chair.
-Girls who go Eh?
-Boys who go AH!?
-He/Theys who go Otto...
-She/Theys who go "We're fucked."
-God Scorpion. A biggun.
-Rita, babe, I don't think this Quintet Alliance thing is gonna work.
-Ohhhhhh!
-Well, that was to be expected.
-"You losers are on your own. King-Ohger belongs to the state."
-Well, time to fight!
-Oh
-Did you
-Oh my god, you stuck the swords in the pedestals
-"King-Ohger is my God."
-HIMENO-
-Gira I don't think Kuwagon can just come whenever you call. I mean, he's very impressive but like, he's not a dog.
-OH NEVER MIND
-"Don't you dare take my beloved!"
-"Holy shit, that guy can speak bug."
-Sasorinne?
-Ooooooh!
-"Ohhh, you looking for this, sonny?"
-"YOU FUCK-!"
-Time to throw the fuck down.
-Show us what you got, Kamejim!
-Oooooh!
-These're some spicy battles.
-Quite a slippery little stinkbug, aren't you?
-Help us, Kuwagon!
-"Mine mine mine mine mine mine MINE MINE!"
-Good work, fellas!
-...oh, he's playing us, isn't he?
-"That little buttmunch just had to be the hero, didn't he?"
-"Don't worry! I'll protect you all, with the power to keep you safe~!"
-"Gira! He's helping us too, woooooooo!"
-The cheers of the crowd suddenly halted as Prince Gira called the king's name. Gira was sickened once more. A disgusting lie from a disgusting man. Once more, Gira was branded a traitor. A coldhearted enemy of the people. A pariah without compare. And to revel in that brand. The King of Evil Gira affirms his wickedness. A lie for a lie, a villain for a villain. Rise, Sasorinne!
-"My little supervillain... I'm so proud!"
-OHHHHHHH
-KING-OHGER ZERO
-Ah
-Well, that seems to be a pretty decent solution to our problem.
-Ohhhh
-We danced in Racules's puppet show.
-OHHHHHHH
-That is such a sick sword design.
-God Kuwagata Zero!
-Goddamn, I'm so invested already
-This has no right going as hard as it does.
#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#king ohger#kingohger spoilers#kingohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#super sentai
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Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 31
Recently, the Imperial community “celebrated” Mandatory Familial Bonding Day. The holiday was established by the ISB in collaboration with the COMPNOR Board of Illusory Positivity back in 3 AFE. Every year, most of the spirits of the Imperial afterlife attempt to ignore the holiday which is theoretically easy enough given our utter lack of time perception. But somehow, the ISB keeps track of these things, and they always make a point to make sure that everyone celebrates these mandatory holidays.
So, I gathered my nephew Sarkli to pay a visit to my mother and listened politely while she berated me about allowing the downfall of the Empire. I suppose our gathering was not too terrible by most standards. Nearly everyone else I know had a dreadful time. Jerjerrod and Motti had a row with their grandson over Death Stars again which nearly ended in an exorcism. (I told them not to bring up the subject, but they never listen to me.) Krennic was apparently exorcised by his living relatives, which comes as no surprise.
The one exception is Needa. Apparently, his family had a lovely gathering in the afterlife as they are all conveniently deceased. Needa’s been rambling on about how he’s grateful for this bonding time or something to that effect. What a prat.
Now, Mandatory Familial Bonding Day is technically over. However, there are some who have chosen to celebrate at a later date. Specifically, Max has yet to pay a visit to his son, Zevulon.
To put it lightly, Zevulon Veers has always been a bit of a troubled youth. When he was a young boy, I babysat him on a few occasions while his father was out crushing the Rebellion into dust. The first few times, he stabbed me with a fork while yelling some variation of “take that, you imp!”. He never actually stopped trying. I simply got better at dodging him. Besides that, he always had an unhealthy fascination with inappropriate things like X-Wings and Rebel pathfinders. I attempted to make peace with him once by giving him a model TIE Fighter, only to have him bend it into the form of an X-Wing. When I told him not to disrespect Imperial military technology, he shouted, “you’re not my dad!” and locked himself in his bedroom until his father returned. I voiced my concerns to Max, but sadly the boy still grew up to commit high treason against the Empire.
Zevulon nearly talked my poor naïve nephew into joining him as well. Fortunately, Sarkli only “defected” for forty-eight hours at which point I received a tearful hologram call asking me to pick him up from a Rebel base on Takodana. Of course, I picked him up and had the Executor raze the base on Takodana afterwards, so it worked out alright in the end. That said, I had to bribe the ISB with 30 boxes of Coruscanti toffee to avoid a mark on his record which came out of Sarkli’s allowance because I had to teach him that defecting to the Rebel Alliance is wrong.
But I digress. The point is that Max wants me to go with him to the living world to visit Zevulon. Apparently, Zevulon usually puts up a circle of Crait Salt and ghost-repelling kyber relics around the time of Mandatory Familial Bonding Day to preempt his father’s visits. However, he takes the precautions down the following week, and Max believes this would be a strategic window for our visit.
I don’t think Zevulon will take well to my presence. He scarcely liked me at all in life. Surely, he will only loathe me more in death, especially now that I am posthumously dating his father. However, I certainly cannot refuse Max’s offer.
It is a difficult situation, one of the many I have found myself ensnared in these days. It is no surprise that Lord Vader caught me mulling over this dilemma. He tends to appear at the worse of times, whenever I am most stressed or exhausted. It seems my internal turmoil is very apparent to Force-sensitive beings, and he can sense it from afar, or so he claims. Sometimes I wonder if the real reason is that he enjoys my suffering, which is a mean thought, I know.
Apparently, Lord Vader also had a son with whom he had a tumultuous relationship. In light of this, he advised me to “avoid dismemberment” should political arguments arise with Zevulon and to “keep Zevulon away from Obi-Wan Kenobi”. It seems Kenobi has a habit of disrupting marriages and telling people’s children lies disguised as metaphors. I was not planning on introducing Zevulon to Kenobi, but I told Lord Vader the advice was noted. (Which reminds me that I have yet to inform Lord Vader that Kenobi has been stalking me around the afterlife. That is a problem for another time.)
If I’m being honest, I’m getting a tad irritated by Lord Vader’s unsolicited advice. I believe he means well, but frankly very little of it is applicable to me.
- Admiral Piett
#posthumous log#veers x piett#ships in the admiral's fleet#zevulon veers#rebel hero and problem child of the empire#sarkli piett#admiral piett#general veers#galactic empire#star wars crack
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During his previous travels around the world, the master collected pieces of the Glazed Armor and a key. Was this friend of his father's my father? WOH, episode 36, part 3. JBY continues the story. He says that he heard that ZZS said that his father was secretly killed by the previous Prince of Jin. He explains that he remembers that when he was a boy, the previous Prince of Jin told them that he would soon learn the secret to building a stable state. But then nothing happened. ZZS listens carefully to this story. Thank you. Prince Qi says that at that time, the previous Prince Jin was very depressed, and when he got drunk, he sighed and said that all his years of searching were in vain. That traitors prevented him from doing so and the like. During this time, JBY learned that ZZS's father was dead. ZZS replies that his master collected the pieces of the Glazed Armor and the key during his previous travels. He wonders if the master's friend was his father. He remembers what the former leader of the Longyuan Sect said. The fact that the key and lock were obtained by the ZZS master while traveling around the world. The lock and key design was brilliant. Apparently, thanks to them, it was possible to open the Songmo or Tuojie treasury. ZZS then remembers what HY told him about the five pieces of the Glazed Armor in the prince's painting being different from each other. He then remembers how the injured HY said that ZZS's father was secretly killed, committed high treason, and that the order was given by the previous Prince of Jin. ZZS tries to put these fragments of history in order. At the end, he says that it turns out that Heaven arranged it all this way. A short fragment of the scene in which ZZS finally understands that tsk was actually not only a pawn in the game, but also helped those in power who were responsible for the death of his father. It is unknown why no one told the adult ZZS the truth. This discovery at such a moment must have been particularly painful for him. He may not have taken HY's words seriously before, but now he understood that his father had sacrificed his life to prevent the sick ambitions of the Jin rulers. ZZS realized that he had done the right thing by making Prince Jin crippled. ZZH once again convinces us that the bridge is a master of micro-expressions. There's one thing missing here - ZZH's real voice, because then this scene would be perfect.
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