#(ROYAL) CANON VERSE

[liroyalty]

"I was told once that it's crazy that I can't work an oven for shit, yet I'm great at cooking over a literal open flame."

"But, I'm a fire elemental, is it really that crazy??"

[mathlann]

Semi-Connected Cas Thoughts

Casimira is extremely harsh with disciplining her nobles, and dealing with them is usually where she can be considered her most "Dogmatic". An incompetent serf isn't that big a deal (they'll be punished, but not necessarily killed), but an incompetent noble affects the whole planet and it makes it more likely she'll have to get involved in the cleanup. Unfortunately, as the old guard quickly learned, Cas doesn't hold much esteem for pedigree or tradition so she's not shy about the occasional bout of (lethal) discipline when she deems it necessary. The only family of Theodora's nobles to make it out unscathed were the Werserians for a reason, and any post-game nobles that rise after the old learn quickly to keep a close eye on their holdings.

Insofar as other bits of Court Conduct, Cas also runs on Rule of Annoying, where essentially: if made to deal with a situation or person that's otherwise unpleasant but not actively dangerous, if she can take a course of action that can selectively piss off someone around her that she dislikes without being too obvious, she'll try and do it. She would say it's to test limits, but in reality, she can nearly match Marazhai for being an emotional terror to others when she wants to be. She ends up surprisingly adept at the subtleties of court life because "managing to fuck over or provoke someone else without the matter being obviously readable to outsiders or turning violent" was a big part of why she was chosen for her pre-Rogue Trader course of work. On the other end of the spectrum from the above, one of the few instances where she will insist on following tradition or the courtly way of doing things to the letter is with nobles she doesn't like. Both sides know she doesn't care, but the right slip up can reveal a lot.

Also post-game musing but under the cut because I may change my mind about it later

So as to "how much of Cas' personal life is public knowledge" irt Marazhai, while I know the epilogue says their Feasts and stuff are pretty legendary, I don't think your average Joe on the street would be able to factually tell you "Rogue Trader von Valancius has a Drukhari consort." This run we are going for peace with the Eldar so on that front her fondness for Xenos is pretty public. But insofar as specifics, while she'd never deny him, I think their relationship is pretty "their business" in the sense that there's no point in explicitly showing out about it. The exception being the above, RoA, in which case "implying something going on to the right person for the kick of it" is fine (ie, Winterscale/Chorda/Kharael), especially because the person being provoked probably already doesn't like her and can be discredited anyways? But I mean, neither one of them is big on emotion or being especially lovey, and post-game they live apart so, idk I think it's entirely possible they can sit in the same room together for hours and unless someone observing knows them nothing would be especially amiss? I see it as essentially, most of their time together isn't planetside, so word of what goes on there doesn't reach the wider populace for the most part? Like at most, Her Ladyship has a fondness for Xenos, has a favorite Xenos mercenary (what odd Rogue Trader doesn't?), and perhaps some disgruntled nobles or former officers may allege improper relations but its hard to prove, y'know?

[umbrx]

🎲 (for tesoro)

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (not accepting anymore!)

➤ an old church

In order to measure a person's worth one must do more than just push them. The real way to test their worth is to give them POWER. When they gain the freedom to act outside the boundaries of law and ethics, that's when their souls can be seen.

A tactic used since days long gone and remaining true to that very day. Tesoro had for a very long time been in his GRACES, but was equally a THORN in one's eye. From the day of auction of goru goru no mi to the day they had become business partners, it was apparent Tesoro had chosen to be someone Doflamingo would use, but also someone who would BETRAY him. Or attempt to do so.

There were rumours ( when weren't there rumours? ) of Tesoro trying to REMOVE Doflamingo from the top position he had acquired with a few enemies of his. While these could be LIES, he fully knew where there was smoke, there was a fire. Doflamingo didn't like fires.

Granted, when he called Tesoro over for a business meeting—which the man knew better than to refuse—he was sure the Casino King didn't expect it to happen in an old, abandoned church.

The doors were opened for him at the appointed time of his arrival, with Pica and Diamante remaining outside. Doflamingo was seated on one of the pews, his gaze directed upward towards a biblical painting, and humming a tune as Tesoro came closer.

❝ Do you have an idea why I've summoned you here, Tesoro? ❞ He slowly turned his attention towards him, SMILE in place. He surely had an idea.

❝ Either you start talking or pick a god and pray. ❞

[crownedwille]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Young Royals (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Simon Eriksson/Wilhelm, Simon Eriksson/Marcus Characters: Simon Eriksson, Wilhelm (Young Royals), Marcus (Young Royals), other characters make appearances but don't have super important roles that's why i don't tag them Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post Season 1, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Simon Eriksson, Alpha Wilhelm, Simon-centric, an alternative season 2 take, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Angst, Plot With Porn, Size Difference, questionable sex, as in they both want it but the circumstances are questionable, Simon sure is making some decisions, if they are good ones is debatable, same goes for Wille, my first time writing omegaverse and i honestly never thought i would, it still is a mostly normal modern world, overuse of italics and brackets, how to be in a healthy equal relationship when your instincts are telling you the complete opposite, they're working on it, No mpreg Summary:

After christmas when school starts again, Simon has to face Wilhelm again but in that time something has changed: Wilhelm has presented as an alpha. For Simon, who is not a fan of being an omega and suppresses his biological instincts, it's just more reason to not get back together. But the two of them are drawn to each other and it's hard to keep ignoring what you want. Is it possible for them to find a way to be together without archaic rules and dynamics to get in between them?

[arcxnumvitae]

"Ha." Rumors had always swirled about him, and for good reason. What story about an ex-prince living in the court of those who'd taken everything from him wouldn't invite conversation? Who wouldn't find themselves intrigued?

It was all only a bit of amusement for those vapid masses after all.

He'd simply continue as he always had. None of them knew the lengths he had to go to in order to survive, nor did he expect them to. If all of noble society wished to look at the way his shackles chimed with every movement and make assertions of whose bed he did or did not lay in, let them. He'd long since grown used to this miserable life of his and would continue as he pleased regardless.

As for the former Emperor...may his corpse rot. "肏你祖宗十八代 ."

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: [ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm. (Obi/Shirayuki) *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

She wasn't entirely sure about what to expect, nor how she wanted to ever go about doing this sort of thing. All that she knew was that Obi asked her about it one day, she answered, and it was left at that.

That is until he caught onto the fact she was in need one day-

That by itself killed her in embarrassment. She was usually able to take care of herself without issue, so there was never anything obvious while she was working. But it hit her rather suddenly and she wanted to internally scream as the day progressed.

Obi suggested helping her out. Out of curiosity, she found herself accepting.

She never expected doing it with another person could feel as good as it did. It almost made her question why she didn't ever do it before. But she knew the answer to that... Because she wanted to find someone she could trust to do it with.

She trusted him.

"O-obi, please, I--" Her breath hitched, covering her mouth with a hand. Her free hand was gripping at the sheets, face beet red. Perhaps, even, to the shade her hair was at this point. A cry of pleasure rang through the room, back arched as she could feel herself climaxing again.

With how many times she'd done so as of currently, she was sure she'd be alright for a while, but it just felt as if it was never done. She was slowly turning into a mess and found herself squirming for a quiet while. "I-is it really alright to keep going like this? I-"

She didn't know if she'd mentally break before long.

[seekeurs]

In every part of you, I drown.

a short plotless medieval royal!buddie au .

also known as a week of mind-numbing work and buck has been on my mind. trigger warning: mentions of blood, depictions of dysfunctional families & low self-esteem.

Water under his tongue, salty and it burns seconds before he chokes, lump caressing the strained flesh of his throat and it drips down his lips like the ghosting teardrops.

“Evan,” there’s a low sigh, he doesn’t need to look to see those pinched lips but he does anyway. A creature of habit. “Manners , please.”

He inclines his head in apology, between the shadows that flutter on their silver plates and the soft clink of his father’s goblet on the wood. A small sheepish smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, as the candles flicker against the wax, and his skin itches beneath his sleeves ( it’s salty , mother , his lungs scream , just like before ). 

Silk, a deep blue flattening against his chest, a birthday gift from his sister for his nineteenth and it still fits , eight years passing as it still crinkles the same way, a thin thread hanging from the edge of the cuff. It was also not the outfit that had been chosen for him, requested by his mother, but her voice did not share the brittle edge it might have done if they didn’t have guests. At least she was seeing him, caught in the low glow of the flames, it could not shine through him here. 

A brush over the tip of his shoe, his leg almost jerks, a flinch that rolls through his muscles and pools away with the tension as it becomes a pulse pressing down on to his foot. His palm descends to his thigh before he has even registered the grip, fingertips pushing into the thrumming nerves, and he swallows hard. 

A hesitant glance up over the long, but blessedly thin wood and platters of fruit, those eyes are watching him. Dark brown,  Eddie's eyes, soft, and furrowed, and the pressure on his foot falls away with a gentle nudge. 

( two households both alike in dignity, and all that ) 

“I must say, Prince Edmund-”

“It’s Edmundo,” his fork clicks against his teeth, murmuring softly, and his mother’s eyes narrow, as Queen Margaret brushes over them like the glaze in wine-soaked eyes. But a mistake it was not, no fumble of her tongue no matter how her wrist gestures lightly to her goblet, like an airy joke she never quite says. 

Dark brown, they're back, like ripples on his skin. Drawing the air from his lungs in every capacity and his palm splays further across his thigh, jaw tightening. He’s not angry, now, neither seeing or seeking judgment beneath them ( ‘ you know, we’re not here to be enemies, that's the whole point of this trip.’ like he didn’t know that, like it was easy ), not since the flood, and the river, and little Christopher. 

Before then too, if he’s willing to admit it, when they rode out to to help Sir Robert. 

“I had not expected your Madre to be so agreeable.” 

Eddie blinks, a line of tension working its way between his shoulders, and seems to straighten a fraction more. Evan didn’t think it could be any straighter ( always proven wrong ). 

“Agreeable?”

There’s a hint to his tone that King Phillip catches. A sharp flicker up from the bones of his plate, slowly, methodically working through the meat with a precise number of chews, letting the idyl conversation slip by from the other end of the table. Until he wasn’t, like a needle finding a pinpoint, he jumps in. 

A brilliance in diplomacy, damage control. 

“Indeed, it is a mother’s instinct to protect their children, we only thought she might have preferred you home, rather than to venture out so soon after that disastrous flooding.”

 Eddie’s eyes jump down, glancing between the two with an unreadable expression. 

Evan doesn’t buy it, he knows exactly what his mother was thinking, and a small vindictive part of him dearly hopes that Eddie too, sees behind the washed-out fabrics of their politeness. But then, he's not supposed to buy it, they spare little time caring for what he knows. 

“I did not bring my son for that very reason.” Eddie offers, leaning back in his chair, letting the tension smoothen out from his muscles, balancing the fork delicately between his middle and forefinger. 

Redirect. Smart. 

Manners of conversation always win out. He wasn’t afforded that civilness. 

He remembers being younger, wondering if everyone could feel their tension, like bruises painted in the air around their skin, always feeding into the wrong things - he never said the right things. Could they feel it too? Their eyes were discarded to their plates or shoes, never to comment on the inner workings of the royal Buckleys. did they laugh in their homes about the shattered visage they could clearly see through, or was it just Evan who felt so exposed between the cracks? 

“How is the dear one?” Margaret falls for the bait, and Eddie falls back into his comfort zone.

“Good, he’s been obsessed with horses lately,” a small, fond smile peeking at the edges of his lips as the pressure returns to his foot, a faint push down, and then it withdraws, and Evan relaxes his fingers. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

Let it be said by him first, Prince Edmundo has such nice eyes. And if that is one thing history remembered him for, Evan could live with that. 

“Thank who?” Philip asks politely, brow furrowing. 

“Evan. He’s the reason Christopher is interested in them, and honestly, I can’t thank you enough. We took him out riding the other day.”

The light on Eddie’s face is enough to make his chest swell, a warm blush flooding along his cheeks. 

“We’ve seen Christopher ride before?” 

‘Not on his own.”

The air leaves his lungs. First, its every scenario under the sun, ever fall, ever crack, ever possible reason Chris could have bled leaps across his mind. And then, then it's the look, slightly wet, crooked smile, like the whole world tilts just before him, and it’s Eddie keeping him in balance. 

( it worked . he did something right ) 

He exhales, a low shudder in his chest. 

“On his own?”

Almost a whisper, leaning forwards, desperation licking at his heels, and for once he does not care that his mother would most definitely disagree with his display of emotion, the rawness clawing up in his throat. But Eddie, Eddie just grins, this frazzled, goofy smile, like he’s been waiting to tell him that all day. 

And it strikes him in his chest that, knowing Eddie, he probably had. 

“We were all there of course, he didn’t do much more than trot, but he was so happy Evan.”

Another shuddering breath, as the candles flicker warm flames over Eddie’s glowing face, blurring just slightly at the edges with water glistening under his eyelashes. For a second, it was just them and their gaze in the room. 

King Phillip clears his throat, and he falls back into his chair, pretending not to notice his mother’s frown as he swipes a hand over his eyes. 

Faint music drifts from the other side of the doors, braced against the balcony not hiding not hiding not hiding.

“Hiding?”

He almost jerks, fingers tightening on the stone, neck aching as his head swings round and oh. 

It's (just) Eddie. 

Prince Edmundo with his warm smile, like a soft summer breeze and a touch of dawn, like dreams, and ghosts in his eyes that smoothen out as the stars in disarray gleam in the evening air. Prince Edmundo, whose thumb brushes over his knuckle, a slight hesitancy as he rocks back on the balls of his feet - is this okay?

Evan presses his knuckle up, just a little, bumping against the palm of Eddie’s hand, as it smoothes fully over the thin scratches still healing on the back of his hand. The heat of blood, and the cool balcony, smothered under stars and yet not, out from the looming shadows of the castle.

“I..”

Lips heavy, throat dry, a thousand words flooding into his mouth and fumbles over themselves to answer. But they’re so close, two open wounds pushing up against each other to keep the pressure on, closing each other up until the blood stops flowing, faded bruises of restless winds and soft kisses. 

Soft kisses. God he wishes . 

“I’d hide too.” Eddie murmurs knowingly, lips twitching, breeze ruffling his hair. They’re so close, he could touch it. 

“I’m sorry,” Evan breathes instead, looking away, over the ridges of the two splayed out below and the treeline, to the moon just peeking in the distance. 

“For what?”

‘Them.”

Eddie’s fingers disappear, a soft vacant cold left in their wake and he squashes the lurch of disappointment from his chest. 

“They aren’t your mistake to make up for, Buckley.”

Warm breath ghosting his ear, and a graze, slightly ticklish, grinds his teeth as his skin thrums strangely, and that same warm palm circles around his elbow. 

“And you are not theirs, either.”

Was he that obvious?

“Still,” he swallows, carefully shifting his eyes back to Eddie, just below his chin, nothislips, lump burning in his throat. “Sorry.”

There’s a soft sigh, and a squeeze against his arm. 

“I leave tomorrow at noon.”

He knows this, it was just a short visit, one night nothing more. Evan still didn’t quite know why, but he liked it, that buzzing in his chest because Eddie wanted to visit him. Not just see him in passing like so many others. He leans in, tipping his head forwards pressing against Eddie’s, skin yearning for the heat of contact, and closes his eyes. His breath catches. A nervous whisper cowering in his throat, it's a wonder Eddie even hears it. 

“Stay.”

A palm cupping his cheek. 

“Carino, I can’t.”

He hates the water prickling behind his eyes more than anything in the world. 

“But,” his breath stutters in his throat, lips brushing over his, he dare not open his eyes. “You could come with me?”

“They’d never allow it.”

“Don’t ask.” Eddie’s soft whisper, and then, even softer lips, gentle, like fallen petals catching in the wind, and cinnamon, a pleasant taste of chance ever bottled in that moment. 

“I won’t.” He takes the leap. 

[vicit-vim-virtus]

[ Ooc: Was looking for new songs that I could relate to Luran and finally discovered that one of my fave metal bands has the perfect song for him. :3 This is incredibly Royal Advisor!Luran coded and I love it.

Dude is so stuck in his own mind, torn between two (perhaps even multiple) extremes; he has countless of flaws and definitely finds himself somewhere on the morally grey spectrum. He's not evil per se, but boy, does this elf enjoy killing people who wronged him (whether they're good or bad — he doesn't differentiate in the moment of executing the act crime); and he'll be certain to make an elaborate show of their assassination, too. He's composed and stoic until you antagonise him and get on his bad side — the second you do, he's already plotting your demise.

His conflicting personality is (partially, if not entirely) created by his parents, who provided zero parental guidance and support; there was absolutely no parental affection between them and any of their children, except maybe Luran's younger brother, which irked Luran tremendously. Luran has this twisted notion that he must accomplish something grand and impressive, something his parents (or mother, since his father's been murdered by the time Luran is appointed Royal Advisor) cannot simply disregard, disapprove of, or circumvent because of the sheer scale and magnitude of his achievement. Hence why he's endeavouring to kill the evil, dictatorial king he's working for, with the intention to take his place and rule over the kingdom himself.

His ambitions escalated big time, for if you'd asked him what he aspired to be when he was around the age of 40 / 70, he would've answered "to become an esteemed and renowned violinist" (he absolutely loves to play the violin). Unsurprisingly, his parents never supported his violin-aspirations and instead forced him to become a merchant (like his father) and keep the generations-old family business alive, or risk being disowned and lose everything.

Personally, I thought it would be interesting to have this privileged elf, who was brought up in wealth and moved in a reasonably high hierarchical circle, to be unacquainted with familial love (although he does have his elder brother, but their relationship is a whole other story and requires a new headcanon post). Luran's predicament is, essentially, the embodiment of "money can't buy happiness," because despite growing up in comfort and wanting for nothing, Luran never established a healthy relationship with his parents, never felt respected or understood, and never felt happy. And as they continued to impede him, he grew more and more resentful of them. And now (at the age of 120), he's arrived but several metres away from the point of no return, but either doesn't want to alter his course or doesn't know how to. He's cognisant of the mistakes he's made and the many flaws he has, but he's in it too deep and can't climb out of the hole he, and his parents, dug for him himself — he'd need external assistance. And he's extremely close to getting incarcerated in a vicious cycle where he knows he did something wrong, doesn't know how to right it (or doesn't want to), soldiers on, does something that's even more deplorable, doesn't rectify it, and continues etc. etc..

In the end, however, his intention is to liberate the kingdom of the king's tyranny and earn the people's trust, respect, and admiration, but it'll never make up for the respect and admiration his parents were remiss in giving him (and he knows this too, but strives to complete his ploy regardless, because he's a little selfish, power-hungry from having been oppressed by his parents for so long, and craves validation and veneration). His ascension to power will be a bloody one, I can tell you that much.

Sorry for the long post, but this is what happens when I find powerful muse-coded songs. :3 ]

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m only halfway through Royal Blood’s album (I know I should be better. I’ve been slacking music wise *sigh) and it’s so much softer sounding than their other albums. I haven’t looked up the lyrics yet since I usually like to do the first listen just as is. Idk how I feel yet, but I do know I Wish I Cared Less is absolutely due for an update. Especially since I have more songs now. I have a very clear ending and it’s been the same ending I’ve planned from the beginning. I’m just not sure how I’m getting there yet cause I’ve changed my mind a million times. And though I love this verse I really think it needs to end, I don’t like when things are dragged on too long (I’m looking at you Asian dramas cause is 100+ episodes necessary!?! But also det co. Just end so I can stop caring. End my misery and don’t ship bait me cause that fucking sucks ass. I’ve been betrayed before and I’m still bitter). I opened up the doc after forever yesterday and worked on it a little. Since I’m done with the September prompts early, I’m hopefully gonna dedicate the rest of this month to finishing at least the chapter. I feel like it could end in maybe two more? I’ll be one more step closer to freedom. But that really means I won’t feel as bad when I start posting the midnights album fic (which I still need to finish too… it never ends I swear *sigh)

Update: this new fic on ao3 just got me so bad. I have to lie down. I mean I’m already laying down but Omm. I need a moment. I’m telling you CoAi fics written in Chinese just hit different

Update 2: okay now that my Steelers have won and I’m done crying over the win, I can go back to reeling over CoAi. Or I guess shinshi. If you can read fics in Chinese, do yourself a favor and read the latest fic by EvaRosalene cause it is so good! I just finished leaving my comment after thinking about it the whole day after reading it and I’m just… honestly my comment cannot hold a light to the fic, but I had to gush. I pride myself on being a great commenter, even if it’s just me rambling a lot. But it’s always genuine and it’s always me getting in my feels. Especially my long comments, like sorry but I can’t shut up if I really like something. I will let you know it! But anyways, go read the fic. It’s so good!

[viviskull]

@cflight : x

“An’ that’s… good, right?” Ekira asks, head tilting to the side. They weren’t too sure what exactly she meant by that, but if the language of music was anything to go by… maybe that was a good thing?

“The soul of…” they pause, hesitating, as if afraid they’d give the wrong answer. “…music?”

Underneath the warmth of a sakura blossom tree, where the cool rays of the autumn sun peeked through its thick bushy branches, hearty laughter filled the air; nearly overpowering the harmonious music that had practically taken over this empire by storm.  When the days became shorter, when spirits were more invited to come and patrol the streets to their heart’s content, and with the soft coldness that would slowly pull Winter in to allow her subjects to rest from their hard labor of harvest… Honoring tradition, to honor the heart of her majesty, Aki matsuri, the festival that many of the empire consider a celebration of holding peace amongst many monsters and humans living freely, invited many of its kingdom’s people to join together in witnessing the changing of the seasons.  Many took it as a chance to witness the rare audience of seeing their feminine Emperor roam free from the walls of her family’s home, from the heart of where she was never without a companion never straying far from her hip, to free herself one of the few days to just… mingle amongst her own people.  Although she still stuck out hard like a sore thumb, with her still keeping up appearances with a simple floral kimono with its signature fluffy collar, her long drawn down hair looked just as rich with the way it flowed with carefree energy. 

And no less, for a royal to spend her time with anywhere else of her people… Her majesty had picked a rather entertaining musician to waste her holiday with.   Normally she’d use this time to catch up with most of her colony, to spend time with companions she cared for with an earnest passion, but it seems today.. Someone’s music had caught her eye instead.

Without the shining aura of her familiar crystal bead headdress to ward off most, she looked almost normal.  If not for the way her townspeople looked at her then?  She almost could’ve fit right in.

Anyways, sitting upon the dry grass that took eager attention to comfort her form as they both sat there beneath this tree, Vivi couldn’t help but hide the warm smile that peeked through the cracks of her fingers.  Count her lucky stars she didn’t throw her head back into the bark of the tree at least.  Now that would just make her laugh even harder.  Has the air always felt light like this?

“Ah, I suppose in some sense it comes naturally to all of us.”  Despite how soft her voice had been, it filled the air with a sense of regal.  Relaxed and genuine perhaps, but nonetheless… Powerful.  “But genuinely, I do mean it when I say you have a way with that instrument of yours.  I’ve never heard anything quite like it in my lifetime.  What did you say it was called again, Ekira?”

[umbrx]

"I'll kill him, but how much is it worth to you?" Vital paused, a brow raised and feline-like disposition curling the corners of his mouth in a smirk. "Then halve that and offer me something that isn't just boring money."

How much is it worth to you?

Life was priceless, but it was priceless only if it was his OWN. The lives of others... they were a transaction, a business cycle. A customer while alive, merchandise while dead. Sometimes both at the same time. A tool for Doflamingo to use, exploit, and benefit from, regardless of the cost. Once there was a cost he wasn't willing to pay, a leverage to use against him — a WEAKNESS. Carved from the same flesh as him, and the warmest of blood running through veins. Blood which now stained the earth, had ran deep towards the root of all evil and was powerless against it. The greatest cost had already been paid, painted RED by his own hands, still leaving the faint metallic smell in the air whenever Doflamingo thought of the memory.

Sometimes, he even wanted to relive the memory. The anger, the hatred from someone once so beloved, the CALM which overtook his whole body as he aimed, the pull of the trigger and how easy it felt, its weight after the gunshot, the SILENCE when the last breath left lips. It felt as if he was breaking from the CHAINS and had become limitless, yet later did he realise he only swapped them for new, different ones. The IRONY.

❝ If putting a price tag on something universally considered priceless doesn't clue you in, Vital, I'm disappointed. ❞ Doflamingo was aware he and Vital were cut of the similar cloth. Doflamingo had no morals when it came to others, and he suspected Vital still possessed FRAGMENTS of humanity in him. Whether those fragments were mere masks he wore for the sake of blending in or were Vital's REAL feelings didn't matter. He was, just like many hitmen, ready to be TRUE to himself or DOUBLE-FACED enough to swallow it all down. ❝ Two hundred thousand dollars. ❞ More than enough for the trash he wanted taken out. A clean job, no witnesses and nothing traced back to him. The standard.

Lips quirked up at the counter-offer, seemingly AMUSED. It was a rare occasion to pay LESS than the offered amount, not that Doflamingo would complain. The amount to satisfy the hitman mattered little to him, and so long as he had his price ( EVERYONE did ), Doflamingo would get what he wanted too.

He rose from his chair and made his way to the cabinet with drinks. Doflamingo poured himself whisky, and ONLY for himself. He never served others. Tangy, citrus-like flavour of Macallan slid down his throat, and as he approached Vital, the smirk never left his lips. ❝ Do you believe yourself worthy of something other than money? ❞ Savouring the moment and the taste on his tongue, his smirk was equally devious as it was provoking. ❝ If yes, prove it. ❞

[dunba1pha]

bro hang on. hang ON

[royaldreamweaver]

@soulst1c3  And so it begins...the verse of the tag.  ^_^

Shutara sits at her post, world weary.  She’s never found the one who’s been meant to be tied to her, but she comes anyway, every year, at the solstice, to stay until the first of the year.  The pilgrims come with those with hopeless causes.  In her light, they liven for families who wish to send them off with a final set of good memories, one last stretch of stasis as a living thing before they leave.  

She’s felt the tie many times in her life, like one who blinked in and out of existence.  It almost felt like he or she was a figment of her imagination.  As much as she’d have loved to grant the wishes of so many, Shutara wants her wishes granted as well.

It’s chilly that night, and its not lost on her how she bears the crown of the sun.  

A family comes in, tired and haggard, young boy in arms, weak, tired.  She greets them at the door to the shrine.  She’s seen many today, all ages, genders, races, but this one strikes her as peculiar.  Reaching out, she takes him into her own arms, and suddenly she understands.  It’s like a thunderclap.  Painted eyes open wide as soft green ones do as well, but in comfort, rather than shock.

He’s breathtaking.  So much wisdom in the young and earnest face. She looks at the family that brought him here, knowing what they likely assumed they’d be told.  

“What is your name, young one?” she asks as she sets him down.  

He’s strong, steady on his feet, much stronger than she can make most people.  He is equally as vital as her.  He clings to life, preserving, supporting.  

She understands everything now.

“How long have you waited. No…how many lives?”  Shutara knows he’s of the age that he’s still lucid of these things.  It will be lost soon though.  Everyone grows.  “Can you remember?” she asks.

She looks over the family who brought him, but she needs his words first.  After all with a contract like this one—there is much to know.

[star-my]

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[umbrx]

How LAUGHABLE. Doflamingo was more than aware of Caesar’s capabilities of betrayal. He knew the other would switch sides if it served him better — SURVIVAL demanded it, and Caesar, while precious to Doflamingo, wasn’t DEVOTED like his Family was. He wouldn’t offer his LIFE for him. He was serving him because he offered things no one else could, and while the Heavenly Demon trusted him in the laboratory, he didn’t actually TRUST Caesar. It was in the nature of all living things to find some being GREATER than themselves and place their trust in that being, following it blindly. At the top of that trust were GODS, which was why Caesar’s trust in Doflamingo was expected. It was INSTINCTUAL. However, Caesar wasn’t a devotee. He was a scientist, one who dared QUESTION the nature of things. If there ever were a moment in which he concluded siding with SOMEONE ELSE was more beneficial, he would do it. It was a type of betrayal he didn’t need to worry about as he could foresee it, unlike the one from his own flesh and blood. ❝ Do you see me as someone unprepared? ❞ He was usually ten steps ahead with his plans, making sure they couldn’t be easily ruined. Naturally, there weren’t many scientists who could REPLACE Caesar. There was Vegapunk, who could possibly do an even better job with SMILES, and Vinsmoke Judge. Vegapunk’s disappearance would alarm the World Government ( assuming he’d work for Doflamingo ), and the Vinsmoke would surely LACK the imagination to see all the possibilities of artificial Devil fruits. Mere circumstances made Caesar PERFECT for the role, not that he’d tell him that. Scientists had fickle egos. ❝ Nothing will happen to you. ❞ He wouldn’t LET anything happen to him. He’d have way too many problems if it did.

❝ Now I’m wondering, what prompted this line of questioning? ❞ Monet hadn’t reported anything unusual recently, nor had she noticed changes in the scientist. Were these genuine worries or was he trying to make a specific point? ❝ I’d rather you speak of your desires, Caesar, I can’t read minds. ❞ Yet. / @autotoxins​

@umbrx ,, starter call .

     ❝ Of course I have no intentions of ever betraying you. ❞ Caesar stated, calmly, though his large eyes were fixed upon the other. He had thought a lot about this conversation. ❝ But I’m wondering - do you have insurance? What if something happens to me? Do you have someone else who can produce SAD for you? ❞ He knew, of course, that the answer was NO. There was nobody else in the world who COULD do it. What Caesar really wanted to know was how much Doflamingo relied upon him. Knowing his own importance would give him a guideline as to how much he could use the warlord. He was happy in his current state, yes. He had a private lab and all the test-subjects he could possibly want. But - he wished to be able to do more research, not just work on developing the SAD formula. If he was vital to Doflamingo, then surely, the other would be very accommodating, wouldn’t he? 

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@kitxkatrp asked: ( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars (Shirayuki and Obi) scar / injury related symbol memes… 

"Oh, Obi. . ." The woman felt her heart sink at the sight. The last time she had patched him up regarding something, he didn't have this many scars. The fact that he got so many since the last time felt. . . Horrible. The fact that she didn't notice, that this was something she could've helped him with had she just paid better attention. . .

Quietly, she found herself pressing her lips against one of the healed, but newer scars that she didn't recall seeing before. Eyes closing, she remained in that exact position for the longest time, before barely moving away to speak. "You know you can talk to me, right?. . . About anything?. . ."