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fuzedatti · 1 year

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The Four Masked Lords of Alagadda

Finally! My detailed version of the Masked Lords ☆

I know I'm not the best painter on traditional but I did enjoy drawing and painting them ^^

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nxght-shxft · 6 months

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how would the lords like their burgers (doneness, thickness, toppings, etc)

mirth would for whatever horrible reason, put the finest wagyu between two slices of french bread and call it a burger. would be doused in some random ass sauce and have like a single slice of provolone cheese

diligence cannot eat a burger i draw their mask with no mouth but if they could it would be a pretty standard burger. think like family burger night. homemade, normal ass burger with like lettuce and shit.

odious would want the meat charred to high hell. “hey odious can i have a bite of that burger?” no because it’s so charred you can’t even bite into it dead ass. you’ll be chewing for five minutes on one bite. a single stripe of spicy mustard. the bread is burnt. it’s all burnt.

anguish likes burger king.

perfidious likes their burger silly style

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elarasotherfanart · 9 months

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Drew the 4 lords of Alagadda (or at least my interpretation)

#scp #scp fanart #scp 035 #four lords of alagadda #traditional drawing #my art #tw alochol #tw alcohol usage

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creepyalienghost · 1 year

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Hey! Send me songs that you think of a scp/Alagadda. Please and thank you!

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theinsanitycarnival · 5 months

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Other illustrations from "A trip to Alagadda" The Four Lords + Rat Man (scp 049).

From my knowledge, this is a very non-canonical depiction but hell this is the scp fandom I can do whatever I want.

My thought process: as scp 035 (Dyo) is a Greek theatre mask, and the king closely resembles the hanged king's tragedy it would be fun to make all the Lords a depiction of a different Western theatre style.

Anguished Lord- pretty self-explanatory he's a porcelain ancient Greek theatre mask, in the style of Dionysus henceforth the grapes and golden leaves, and of course, our drama queen needs hair *Dramatic Hairflip*

Odious Lord- despite his Tudor garb he wears a Roman theatre mask. I originally wanted to portray him in a Japanese Noh theatre mask, but being a pitiful sad European theatre kid who eats raisin porridge every morning, has never smelled a chilli pepper and will die in the sun, I am a Western theatre kid and would feel rather strange portraying what I know very little about. Also, I would want the mask to have a wider arrangement of colour but Alagadda's colour palette does not allow for that. Later with a deeper dive into Noh theatre history and culture, I may redesign him but for now, we have Bacchus.

I like to think he has terrible beef with the Anguished Lord.

Mirthful Lord- Commedia dell'arte was a rather silly part of theatre culture, with many gags, improvisation and silly jokes, feels perfect for the Mirthful Lord. Pantalone is often one of the masters of the Commedia, greedy and erratic, hmmm. His other garb is that of a jester, so funzies, and because of the shape of his mask he taunts 049 because of their "likeness".

Diligent Lord- A white Carnival of Venice mask from my understanding the most accurate depiction of all the lords, just funny to draw and also 👁️.

Pierre- No explanation needed, however hohohon.

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suffering-cookie · 5 months

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So it's my birthday today. Instead of memes or boardgame progress, as a silly billy fellow dinosaur enthusiast, I would like to present to you:

Very self-indulgent four lords of Alagadda as some of my favorite theropods.

You'll earn a gold worm if you can tell the species

#alagadda #scp #scp 035 #scp foundation #scp fanart #paleoart

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askscpinhumaneau · 3 months

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Do you have designs for the four lords of Alagadda?

I don’t have full designs, but I have designed the masks.

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jekyll-doodles · 1 year

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insert analysis of character design between the Lords of Alagadda from SCP and the Diamonds from Steven Universe, and how both approach the idea of basing characters on the four humors/four temperaments here.

#scp #scp foundation #scp alagadda #scp 035 #scp black lord #scp red lord #scp yellow lord #scp white lord #jekylldoodles #greenghostlyjekyll

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newszhurnalproliv · 3 months

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I like the idea that he could wield a maniac in France, and force 049 to feel emotions when he wanted a snack

At 049, his maniac adventures stopped, because he found the one he was looking for

The quality was eaten as usual. I can't take pictures properly.

I also have a headcannon for the fact that 035 created 049, and it turned out to be so realistic, as well as without a mask, that the Lords were afraid of what might happen to the inhabitants of Alagadda after they saw 049, and exiled him to Earth, having previously erased his memory

I also like the idea of a porcelain body and four arms-

Its rlly useful, damn

#scp #art #scp fandom #artists on tumblr #artwork #scp 035 #scp 049 #scp foundation #traditional art #headcanon #i'm so fucking sorry #daaaamn #scp fanart #alagadda #scp 2264 #plague doctor #scp plague doctor #possessive mask

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fuzedatti · 1 year

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XVIII. Long live the King.

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CW ; Graphic descriptions of violence.

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—Shit!

The metal hitting his face was not well received, Clef thought he had fallen on the Moon but was, for some reason, back on Alagadda.

—Watch your language Alto Clef.– Said the White Lord.

—Hey, what am I doing here?– He rolled his body against the ground to adjust himself and sit properly. —A few seconds ago I was falling straight to the Moon and- –

—Yes, yes, I know, – They answered. —I have been observing you, to know if you are actually going to fulfill your part of the deal.–

—Of course we're going to do it! It's just that your crazy brother killed all of Olympus and now controls them.– He exaggerated the irritation in his voice.

—I know, Clef.– They repeated their words. —That's why I brought you back.–

Now that he was aware of his surroundings, the rest of The Parliament of Joy was not there, only the White Lord looking at him with his stone-like expression.

—I'm not supposed to do this.– They clasped their hands in front of their body and walked over to a long, dirty box. On the edges of the box were engraved in gold the words:

"First Kingdom of Men. AUDAPAUPADOPOLIS."

The White Lord opened the box very carefully and Clef's three eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was a huge spear, covered in silver and wrapped in a red veil; The point was rusted with blood, and the dagger was already worn. The blonde cautiously approached the mask and it brought the gun to him, letting him take it.

—You should know what this artifact is. That is why you must take it to Kul-Manas, it is the only way he can defeat the Black Lord in his current form.

The doctor's hands trembled as he felt the firm wood of the spear for the first time in his long, eternal life. He had heard myths about it, but nothing compared to what he felt at that moment.

—But I no longer have God's blood, we used it all to get to Olympus...– The White Lord pointed at Clef's body with one of their fingers, which was soaked with golden blood. —Oh, yeah, of course...–

The mask came closer and just as the King had done, he drew a circle on the ground so he could transport it back to Louis.

—One last question, Dr. Clef.– Clef looked at them. —Do you believe in God?–

The light breeze woke Louis up. His aching body screamed for rest, his chest caved in from the fight and his eyes now completely black, deprived from light. How strange, Louis thought he had died after Dýo's attack, judging by the possessed corpses around him that did not happened. The plague doctor tried to run from them but his sharp pain prevented him from moving forward.

—Please... Louis...– One of the masks whispered. —Sit down... and... listen...–

—We don't...want...to do this...–

Confused, he let his heavy body fall onto a rock to lean back and watch them. They all had an anguished expression and emanated a similar energy. —Why aren't you attacking me?–

—We are... the consciousness of... what you... once called... love...– Their sobs remained engraved in his consciousness. —We are what remains... What survives...–

The few remaining gods and deities took shelter around his body to begin healing him. The body of the God of Medicine, Acleipus, passed different herbs over Louis to heal his wounds.

—We are bound... to the bodies of these divinities... but we still keep... your love...

Their voices were the same as Dýo's, much more gentle and concerned. Another of the Gods, Hermes, approached him and showed him some writings in which the ingredients for the creation of other masks such as Dýo were read.

—He stole... Hephaestus's plans... and he replicated to us to fill... his void...– He brought his hand to his hollow chest. —He has stolen... our hearts...–

Louis couldn't say anything, they may be fragments of Dýo, but in those fragments, he kept his light. He remembered that, the incredulous Dýo that he once loved had left to make a way for a ruthless Dýo, even with his lover. The blood on his face fell at the feet of the corpses, burning even more. He stood up carefully, gripping the left side of his face tightly to stop the bleeding from his illness. Now heading to the tower from the start, he was stopped by one of the corpses.

—Mon chéri... what are you doing?

—I'm going to smash your skull, get out of the way.

—The whole me...is too strong...he'll hurt you again...and we won't be here to help you...

—I didn't need you a long ago and I don't need you now.

—Ma colombe... I won't stop you... but think about what you are saying...– Louis pushed the corpse out of his way and continued walking. —My instability...–

He was about to answer him until Clef's portal blinded his vision. The blond headed towards him with spear in hand, fists white from the force with which he held it. Both doctors looked at each other and Louis gave him a doubtful look.

—What is that in your hands?

—The only way out.

He loosened his grip to hand over the worn spear. The doctor had no idea that the artifact was the only one capable of killing a God. When the wood touched his hand he felt goosegumps go down his whole body; It was not heavy despite its great size, and its red veil danced with the wind.

—I've heard of artifacts capable of doing impossible things,– The doctor affirmed, seeing how his blood drained over the spear to become part of it. —But I've never seen one like this, and judging by your return, you must know something.–

—This is the spear with which the heart of...

Clef was interrupted by the thunderous sound of a beast descending from the skies. Dýo's rage escaped his eyes, the usual violet glow replaced by a crimson red. Clef drew his own weapon reflexively but Louis stopped him, denying him the way with the divine spear.

—This battle is not meant for you.– His cold voice chilled Clef's soul. —I must finish it by myself.–

—Finally you are going to stand up for yourself.– Dýo mocked, clenching the sharp fangs of the cerberus. —Are you going to rebel against the God that gave you life?–

The doctor approached him, stepping on the remains of masks and bodies under his feet. He wielded the spear in the direction of the beast, aiming for its head.

—I do not believe in God.

His response caused the beast to chase towards him, its roars numbing the ears of the only survivors. The doctor moved until the last moment to stab one of the can's heads, even though he had already destroyed the masks, the heads obeyed him as if it were a hive mind; Dýo writhed in pain as he felt a part of his soul being brutally destroyed but he couldn't stop, this time he surrounded Louis to dodge his attacks and bit him with his snake tail.

—You disgusting viper!– Louis yelled, feeling the venom coursing through his veins. He used the spear to kill the snake and render it unusable.

Dýo chuckled as he continued his attacks on his counterpart; Every hit and bite was dodged by the spear, which emanated a rather threatening energy for Dýo. One of his bites managed to scratch it but the wood splintered his mouth and it began to hurt more than it should. He jerked his head away from it in pain and end up impaled by the weapon once more. Now only one head was missing.

The situation was making the God very nervous, who couldn't control his breathing, all the holes in his mask couldn't stop bleeding, his smoky limbs were painful, and he felt his non-existent heart skip a beat.

But he didn't stop, tearing both heads off with his claws causing a grotesque sound as he mutilated torn muscles, cartilage and arteries ripping in two to free himself. The battlefield was littered with bloody violet feathers and skeletal claw marks. Dýo clenched his fangs as hard as he could and pounced on Louis; Every scratch burned like the sun itself but he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, his pride totally blinded his judgment until his last moments.

In desperation, he used his tentacles to immobilize the doctor and impaled him against a sharp rock. Louis spat out blood, trying to hold what was left of his lungs and breathe. In the distance Clef was pointing his gun at Dýo's head, but would not fire until Louis indicated that he needed his help. The possessed corpses had already fallen to the ground with both heads severed and their life force returned to the host.

—Give me the signal and I'll blow his fucking head off, doctor!

—You should listen to your toy!– Dýo's mocking voice could barely be understood by how distorted it was. —You can't defeat me, you'll never be better than me. I am the perfect life form, The Black Lord. I am the murderer of Zeus, the new emperor of Olympus..–

His delirious voice began to lose itself in his own thoughts, slowly loosening thr grip of his tentacles. The mask morphed between happiness and anger, laughing maniacally, uncontrollably.

—I outwitted the largest foundation in the universe. I am the God of the New World. I will be your King, your guide. I will form the greatest empires, the best armies. I am the collector of power from other Gods to be the one and only...

All surviving life forms will obey their new leader!

I. Am. Your. Go-!

Broken porcelain has a very distinctive sound. First, there's the sharp pop as it hits the ground, and then the echo of broken material. It's a sound that sticks in your mind once you hear it and know that you were to blame for it. But this time, no porcelain was thrown to the ground, rather it was pierced by the same weapon with which the heart of Jesus of Nazareth was pierced; The Spear Of The Non-Believer. Right in the middle of his forehead began a river of cracks, which became fractures and then pieces. The dull sound of a moan caught Louis' attention, who with the little vision he had left could recognize that it came from Dýo.

—I wish...I'd been better...

When the last flame in his eyes faded, the mask broke to spread over his own blood, with a smile still drawn on his face. The body of the cerberus fell on the opposite side totally unarmed, the feathers falling off quickly to meet all in one place and form what appeared to be a tiny shell. Clef ran over to Louis to help him up onto the rock, putting one of his arms around his shoulder and letting him lean back against it.

—You'll be fine, right?

—Yes, don't worry about me...– He coughed up some blood onto the blonde's white coat. —I just need to heal myself...–

Clef put him down for a few moments to take the feathered shell and show it to Louis. —It's the project the foundation was talking about, it's still alive somehow.–

Louis tried to stand up carefully, ignoring the pain in his ribs. He took the egg in his hands and caressed it gently, watching how it reacted to his touch by bristling. He returned the egg to Clef's arms to head towards the amorphous mass of what had been Dýo.

He gathered up every single piece he could find, taking care not to break it any more than it already was. He knelt before the entity, seeing all the chaos it has caused, he squeezed his eyes shut to cry in silence. He brought the mass to his chest to hug it, sobbing at the memories; That position was the same one he had when he saw Dýo bleed for the first time, he loved him so much it was disgusting.

Alto Clef placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. The doctor turned to see him with tearful dark eyes, meeting the blonde's soft gaze. The three-eyed one told him to turn over one of the Gods on the ground, who were no longer wearing the mask and had their facial muscles exposed; Tiny threads of tissue began to rebuild the skin. The true Gods cannot die due to the greed of demigods or creatures, they will take a few years to revive but they will eventually return.

—We must take 035 to the King, otherwise we will have to use the spear again.– He said as he approached the weapon to take it.

—His name was Dýo...

Clef sighed and nodded. —Yes, Dýo... I'm sorry.–

He was already going to the place where he came to leave but he noticed that Louis didn't move, he was still in the same place crying looking at a blind spot. His face cleared up the more time he spent with Dýo, caressing the shards with his fingertips.

—Aren't you coming?

Louis didn't turn to look at him. He wondered if it was really worth giving everything again for someone who gave so little. He remembered all the things that happened between them in the last twenty-five hundred years; His memory was like an old film tape, showing continuous static images instead of vivid memories. He felt the breeze, the ground, the clouds, everything reminded him of them, because he found everything in him and him in everything.

So, he decided that it was worth it.

—Yes, I'll go in a moment.

Clef nodded again and headed towards the portal from before to activate it again. Its glow reflected against his body and he stepped inside, turning back to make sure Louis was following, only to watch as he stood up before being transported back to Alagadda.

In the blink of an eye he was in front of the entire royal court, the three lords with advanced illness and the immobile but threatening King. Clef swallowed hard and stepped forward, setting the spear on the ground.

—Doctor Alto Clef.– The Red Lord enunciated. —Where is Kul-Manas and the Black Lord?–

Clef broke out in a cold sweat and looked around, he pulled the collar of his shirt to release tension.

—Well it's a fun story...– The portal opened again with Louis inside it, carrying some of Dýo's remains in his arms.

—I've done my part.

He tossed the small mass at the King's feet, who grabbed the remains and swallowed them into his body. He looked at the Ambassador, who was smiling and bowed to Nicéphore and Nicéphore bowed too. That bow sparked something in him, a spark he hadn't felt in millennia; He looked at the Ambassador again with a doubtful expression, the entity made a gesture with their hands that he could not understand, assuming it was something like "You will return".

Anomalies like them were an enigma, they kept their ideals as mysteries and nothing else, they didn't even confess their sins among themselves. The french turned to see the Lords, who were laughing softly but, somehow, he knew that they weren't laughing at him or someone in particular, but that it was a welcoming laugh.

—I congratulate you, immortals, for completing such wonderful journey,– He announced out loud. —Now you have the grace to visit Alagadda and be welcomed whenever you want–

It was not the prize they expected despite not being bothered by it.

—Kul-Manas, before you go... We must tell you something, in private.

Clef turned to Louis to make sure they weren't up to anything strange, when he saw the other's serene expression he calmed down and left them alone to go through the portal; He arrived right at the doctors´ office from where Clef worked. One of the doctors recognized him, it was Kondraki, who was surrounded by butterflies and looked at him in surprise. The brown man ran towards him to hug him tightly but Clef moved away so that he would avoid crushing the shell.

—Good God Clef, we thought you were dead!– Kondraki looked at Clef's appearance, he was a mess, covered in golden blood and dirt.

—I was thrown to the Moon again, of course I'm fine.– He laughed a little, closing his eyes before the blinding light of the portal opened again. Now he owes him an explanation why he has an SCP Archon and Euclid next to him.

Kondraki sent his butterflies to Louis who simply slumped to the ground from exhaustion. —Kondraki, wait! He comes with me, he helped me.–

—SCP-049 helped you, where is his mask? And why does he look so haggard?

—It's... a long story but we must take him to the infirmary, he's seriously injured. It is not hostile, it only needs to regenerate.

The dark-haired man looked at him with doubt but he trusted him, he turned to see the other doctors who saw everything with a mixture of fascination and fear, it seemed that no one was going to say anything so Kondraki helped Clef carrying Louis towards the infirmary; Once there, the plague doctor woke up again in great pain, disoriented and with a hellish migraine.

—Scalpel...quick...–

—Hey, I'm not going to give you anything-

—Shut up Kondraki.– Clef said giving the instrument to Louis. —I told you it's not hostile.–

Nicéphore began to dissect his own chest, where he had been impaled, to remove the true remains of Dýo along with his secretion.

—Oh God, now he's bringing out a Keter-class SCP...– Kondraki had fists pulling strands of hair from his head in disstress.

—Dýo is in a state of hibernation...– Louis' soft voice sounded too weak. Leaving the mass next to him to continue rebuilding his body, he asked Clef to bring him a D-class to use as a transplant. —He won't wake up for about a hundred years.–

Kondraki fell silent at the statement, looking at SCP-035, which seemed to be a white mosaic with a smiling expression; He then saw Louis's melancholy, Clef's determination... Something had changed in the foundation, something changed in his vision towards the SCPs.

—SCP-049... Is Dýo the name of SCP-035?

It took him a few seconds to process his question. —Yes.–

—You look... wasted...– He didn't know what to say.

—Yeah, I am.

Kondraki nodded waiting for Clef to return to the D-Class, when the D-Class entered Louis simply touched him and killed him to start replacing his organs with his own. It was a somewhat disgusting scene but it was better than letting him rot in his cell.

—Can I ask you one last question?– Nicéphore saw him and nodded. —What was Dýo for you?–

Strange choice of words, he thought, his mind too distraught to answer his question. He kept sewing and replacing organs, the scientist still waiting for an answer, genuinely wanting to understand his situation. He finished sewing his broken heart, holes still missing, the stitches trying to hold together from the flow of blood. He sighed, feeling that it was the right thing to say.

—He was my everything.

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arctic-shard · 6 months

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If the Alaggada lords were for some reason on earth all of them and the ambassador wasn't there and they had just a little bit of money for a hotel and they had a free car would they stick together? Or would they split up? (And they had permanent hosts.. if that's a thing)

They'd all run off in different directions so fast it'd make your head spin. Odious is crashing every opera house and symphony, Mirth is touring every movie studio and red light district it can find, and Diligence is in libraries and universities catching up on the last four-hundred years of science. They might bump into each other every so often, but they're not sticking together if there's a whole world to explore.

( The next question is what about the Foundation? Odious is tracked and contained fairly quickly since it causes the most trouble, and 'there's a fancy weirdo in a porcelain mask crashing classy musical entertainment by yelling at everyone, forcing themself on stage to take over the performance, and somehow everyone just rolls with this' is going to raise Alagadda flags. Diligence would turn itself in rather than do something as undignified as run, and leverage its knowledge for the Foundation's. Mirth leads the Foundation on a chase around the world's tackiest tourist traps for the sheer fun of it. )

Permanent hosts are, at least in my fic, at the discretion of the Hanged King, so if it thought non-melty hosts were a good idea it could provide them.

#alagadda #red lord mirth #red lord alagadda #yellow lord odious #yellow lord alagadda #white lord diligence #white lord alagadda

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raindrops666 · 1 year

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Can you please give us headcanons of the lord's?

We need more of them!

Alagadda Lord's headcanons

Pronouns used for the Lord's they/them and he/ him

Art was found on google,credit to the original artist

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Citrinitas

- Citrinitas is a musician and loves to play music. After a long day of dealing with Rubedo and his other Lord work, all he needs is to play the harp. The yellow sky of Alagadda gives the perfect shade to the room and he can be at peace for a few moments.

- Absolutely HATES beer only drinks wines and champagne.

- They know that Rubedo listens to their music sometimes and even caught him sleeping outside of the room once, he never mentioned the whole thing to anyone.

- Loves that Rubedo listens to their music, but would rather die than admit to it.

Rubedo

- Everyone in the city of Alagadda know him, he's famous for his energy and always being at the bar.

- The citizens are divided in liking him, some think he is way too irresponsible to be a Lord and others think he is the perfect amount of fun and relaxed. After all Rubedo is pretty much the only Lord the citizens can interact with in a "chill" manner.

- Is actually a fan of classical music and feels relaxed when it plays.

- Drinks the pain away

- Sometimes when he drinks and walks back to the palace he finds Citrinitas playing the harp and just sits outside the room and listens quietly.

- pretends everything is ok but probably needs therapy.

- They always make sure to leave the door before Citrinitas finds him.

Albedo

- They are hardly ever seen, they are the only Lord that never leaves the palace unless absolutely necessary. After all they have so much paper work to do and as the wearer of the diligent mask they have to keep up with that title.

- Drinks only at parties and when sharing toasts. And never has more than two drinks at once.

- Takes time to warm up to people but when he does he's the most gentle and kind person you'll ever meet. Still very busy so you hardly ever see them

- Loves painting but never has time for it.

Nigredo

- Banished from Alagadda and is never to return. The citizens don't remember them.

- Before he was banished he was very clingy to Albedo and never wanted to leave his side. Albedo tolerated him, but didn't enjoy it that much.

- The reason for his clinginess to Albedo is that he looks up to him and wishes he was like him. So elegant, gentle, strong, independent who wouldn't want to be like him

- The citizens respect him as a Lord and some even fear him.

- Doesn't like the flavour of alcohol so he never drinks not even at parties or during toasts like Albedo

- Probably drinks Capri Suns.

All four lords

- The Lord's live in the kings palace and each have their own room which they are free to decorate however they please.

- The palace still has very strict rules about behavior and table manners, that is why they all have very good table manners.

- Each of the Lord's has one maid assigned specially to them and them alone.

- Sometimes Citrinitas has to go to the bar and drag Rubedo out. He is always very ashamed of having to do that. At first it was odd but then everyone got used to it.

- Albedo is done with every bodies bull shit.

- Albedo is the oldest then comes Citrinitas, Rubedo and, Nigredo last.

- Just because Nigredo is the youngest doesn't mean he is young according to humans. He refuses to say the actual number but he is determined to have at least 1000 years of age.

- The king raised Citrinitas since he was a "kid" well a young adult since kids aren't allowed in Alagadda.

- Citrinitas respects the king as a higher up but still can't help and not see him as a fatherly figure.

- The Lord's have a sibling like relationship even though none of them are related.

- Albedo is always worried for the kings health and tries to make sure that he is served foods that will help his health. But he can't do much because the king is to get everything he wants.

- They all need therapy but refuse to admit it

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Hope you enjoyed my headcanons!!

And yes we absolutely need more content of these beautiful masks